Friday, November 16, 2007

KarateKid: I've Got my Mad Face on

Tallia. Sucks.

I called you and was all "write your entry, foo, so no one can read it," and you were all "yeah, I will after dinner." THAT WAS FOUR HOURS AGO. Anger sweeps through my veins.

So, not a very exciting day. Wrote a song on the guitar; caught up on some Arrested Development. Cried a little about the Office being over. Joke

Oh, and I convinced my leadership teacher to raise my mark 21 percent! Pat on the back for me.

Something funny I wanted to share: FUNNY FACEBOOK STATUS UPDATES

Ray is wondering "sex and pregnancy: possible connection?"

Ray is right behind you! BOO

Ray is too sexy for this status

Ray is having her cake and eating it too.

Yes. so I thought those were funny. My current status is "Ray is wondering whether the hokey pokey is really what it's all about." Earlier it was "Ray is stomping her feet because she's happy and she knows it."

Ah, the simple things I get pleasure out of it.

Well, I'll call it a night. Just to refresh: Tallia sucks.


WHAT RAY IS LISTENING TO: Nothing, actually, I'm watching Will and grace.

TV QUOTE OF THE WEEK: "When I can't find something I just yell for it. PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS." tracy, 30 rock.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

KarateKid: TV Lineup

It's the end. The sign is nigh. It all goes down tonight. The world is burning to the ground.

In other words, the last episode of the Office airs tonight. UGH. I am so depressed. Sad as I am about the writer's strike, I totally support them (I mean, that will be me in ten years.)

And I have other shows tonight, so i'm excited. 30 rock. Grey's anatomy. Scrubs. Thursdays kick ass!

BTW. Tallia, don't think I didn't notice that you didn't post an entry. Don't make me call and yell, and if I do, dont give me some crap about you being busy with your novel, BECAUSE I AM MORE IMPORTANT THEN IT!!


I am listening to: Mary May and Bobby-Joe Purdy

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

KarateKid: Something in my eye

Today I got something in my eye. It felt like a thorn and it poked and poked and poked. After rinsing my eye thoroughly in the bathroom, I eventually had to go to the nurse during Math (this had NOTHING to do with the fact that we were doing trinomials.)

Anyways, I'm all healed now. I'm off to singing in about five, but first I wanted to tell a story. It happened in Planning, and it went like this.

MS. SMITH: There's an easy technique for it. It's not hard -

KARATEKID: (whispers) That's what she said

MS. SMITH: In fact, it's pretty straightforward -

KARATEKID: (whispers) That's what she said.

MS. SMITH: -once you learn how to do it, you can do it anywhere.

KARATEKID: (whispers) That's what she said.

Then I choked on my water laughing at my hilarity and I had to stop, but seriously, it was like bam bam bam. Almost as funny as the time the math teacher kept asking us to find the diameter of Uranus.


True Instanity: Damn you Ferries!

Okay. So, I was going home yesterday, and we were going on the ferry, because, contrary to popular belief, I don't exactly want to go swimming in really cold (not to mention wet).

Anywho, there was a big storm, and a lot of wind, so the ferries weren't exactly running, meaning we get uber long lineups. I almost didn't get home! *sniffles* Namely I was just really hungry.

On a side, note, my dog came home last night, I swear the people who had him were feeding him too much; he's getting fat again!

NaNo Novel Update: 11,209 word. God damn it I'm behind. I need to have 25,ooo by wensday. .....
My life sucks.

Emo Song Lyric for the Day: Please note: I've never actually heard this song, but I couldn't think of anything to put, and I can't find ,my beloved iPod.

Dear Diary:

Mood: Apathetic.

My life is spiralling downward.
I couldn't get enough money to go to the
Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert.
It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs
like "Stab My Heart Because I Love You" and
"Rip Apart My Soul" and of course,
"Stabby Rip Stab Stab".
And it doesn't help that I couldn't
get my hair to do that flippy thing.
Like that guy from that band can do.
Some days you know...

'I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming too if
you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression,
most just call me a fag
'Cause our dudes look like chicks,
and our chicks look like dykes
'Cause emo is one step below transvestite!

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo

I'm dark, and sensitive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister's mascara now
I'm grounded for a week.
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can't get through a Hawthorne
Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me,
it's never any fun.
They say they already have a pussy,
they don't need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo

My life is just a black abyss,
you know, it's so dark.
And it's suffocating me.
[ Lyrics provided by ]
Grabbing hold of me and tightening its grip,
tighter than a pair of
my little sister's jeans...
which look great on me by the way.

When I get depressed I cut my
wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting
dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and
wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black
and cry during classes
I'm just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth,
You can read me "Catcher in the
Rye", and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right!

I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBox, i play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be eemo

My parents just don't get me, you know.
They think I'm gay just because
they saw me kiss a guy.
Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s.
Can't 2 ... or 4 dudes make-out with
each other without being gay?
I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways.
I don't know diary,
sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me,
you're my best friend...

I feel like tacos.


Tallia out.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Karate Kid: WOOOO!!!

It has kicked in, my dear friends! I am so grateful to the wonders of caffeine, that I think I will write a little fitty about it.

The caffeine has arrived
It's seeping through my veins
It makes me feel like I could fly
It soothes my aches and pains

It makes me jump off buildings
It makes me soar like a goose
It makes me attack Tallia
A funny word is caboose

Your welcome, to everyone who has just been deeply touched by that display of artistic genius. No need to compliment me.

Peace, ray

Sunday, November 11, 2007

True Insanity: Hark! The Coffee is Brewing!

Tired. So...amazingly...sleepy...
Alas! i cannot go to sleep. Drat.

But huzzah! Coffee is being made by my dearest buddy Ray. Yay for caffiene! Maybe I'll be able to stay awake after all!

But at the same time...just want to snooze. Oh well.

Yay for coffe! ....

My God. I'm going insane. Not that I wasn;t already *cackles*

Karate Kid: All Nighter

So, we are pulling an all nighter. Excitement is in the air due to our new shiny blog. However, the all nighter is becoming less likely thanks to SOMEBODY's lack of insomnia.

RAY: Hey, Tallia, let's watch the Office!


RAY: Wake UP.

TALLIA: Snore...

Okay, so she's not really asleep, but she's being a bit of a mellowhead. That's a word I just invented right here. It's a name for someone who is mellow.

I think we need to make ourselves some sort of caffinated drink.

Peace, Ray

WORD OF THE [SAME] DAY: Mellowhead. Use it, people will think you are almost as cool as me.

True Insanity: In Search of a Jacket

First, a little background is needed.

Once upon a time there was alittle girl named Tallia, who loved to be nice and warm. She always had a big fluffy coat that kept out the wind and rain. As she grew older though, she spent more ime inside, and so her need for a jacket decreased, although she still liked to be nice and warm.

One day, when she had tol walk to school (it was pouring rain and windy of course) she discovered she didn't have a warm fuzzy jacket. This was a great source of distress for the little girl who at this point, was no longer a little girl, but a big one)and she resolved to get a new jacket.

The girl, of course, is me, and yesterday I went shopping for one with my day. Because I'm broke (I want money!!!) Dad said he would pay for it. I found a poofy jacket I really liked. It was pretty, and purple, with fuzzys around the outside of the hood, and was probably really nice and warm. Unfortunately, it cost $300, and Dad said no.

So I'm still jacketless, and it's getting cold. Bleh.
Oh well.

Your truly,
The magnificent,
The fabulous,
The sublimely sublime,

P.S I miss my dog >.<

P.P.S I'm excited to see you Ray (Banana Guard)

"When everything feels like the movies, you'll bleed just to know you're alive"
-The Goo Goo Dolls "Iris"

An old song, true, but I like it!

Karate Kid: Banana Guard

So, today I bought a banana guard. If anyone hasn't heard of this miraculous invention, let me explain it's purpose to you.

It guards bananas.

Obviously, this is very important, me being the vigourous banana eater that I am. So, Tallia and I do not live in the same location, so we have decided to do individual blogs on the same page, to be updated on the thrills of each others lives.

We are currently situated at the same location, but we are practicing for when we are not. Maybe as a going away present I will buy Tallia her own banana guard (except I won't, because they are like eight bucks.)



Let's See How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20

KarateKid and True Insanity: Intros

Hello, people of cyberspace.
We are here to change your lives. My name is Ray. I am an evil genius. I have many interesting ideas. Some call me a conspiracy theorist; my mom just says I'm special.

And my name is Tallia, aka True Insanity. I am the quiet brooding one. I like to stew in my dark thoughts. In short; I am what some folk call emo.

RAY: So yes, we have decided to take our talents to the next level. We doubt people will read this. If they do, we will judge them. So, what's going on with you Tallia?

TALLIA: I don't know, what's going on with me, Ray?

RAY: Well, I don't know about you, but I sure am depressed about the writer's strike. My english teacher has suggested I send in some of my original scripts to shows such as the Office, Lost, Bones, Grey's Anatomy, etc. What say you to that?

TALLIA: To be honest, I was not actually aware there was a writer's strike. want to play hackysack?

RAY: WHY DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME??? i will conquer the world alone!!
But yes, I would like to play hackysack.

Until next time!

RAY's word of the day: PLATYCARPUS
plaa-tea-car-piss. a thingy that lived a long time ago that we learned
about on our adventure to the museum today. Try and use it three
times today.