Darlings and Dudes,
First of all.
New music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgBeu3FVi60
"Daylight" by Matt and Kim
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAai9x-0BtA
"Wake Up" by Arcade Fire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-bNFS-6d-Q
"Let Me Go" by Logic
My taste in music is anything that makes me feel good or sounds good. It could be rap. It could be indie. Anything that has a good beat.
I love music.
When someone is doing bad, I tell them to listen to a particular song.
Problems at home?
"Home" by ESATMZ.
It usually helps.
School problems/ pressure?
"You Are Not A Robot" by Hoodie Allen
You AREN'T a robot. Honestly!
Ask for suggestions!
Second of all, this blog has almost hit a hundred views.
WHO THE HELL IS VIEWING THIS??
PLEASE LEAVE ME SOME COMMENT LOVE!!!
We've got people from Russia, USA, and even Germany!
I'd love to hear what y'all think!
Please, please, please leave me a comment telling me!
Ever since I started this blog (ten days ago) I've loved writing it, and it just makes me feel awesome. Really.
I'm going to continue no matter what, so y'all might as well tell me what you want to hear!
xoxo and deuces!
Stellah Sweethaht
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Explaining My House
Ladies. And Gents.
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I had a friend stay over at my house last night.
This particular friend has a 10 year old brother, 9 year old sister, and 3 year old sister.
Her house is crazy as all get-out.
She told me that my house is crazier than hers.
I'm afraid it's true.
The explanation for this is quite complicated.
Here's a drawing.
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My family that is related to me consists of my parents:
Maniac Mama and Hippy Daddy.
My mother can be either really neurotic or really calm and cool.
My father is a hippie. He sits on the front porch in (ARGH) sarongs and plays the guitar while lighting incense.
He also makes memes of himself and puts them around the house.
Then my brother, Lover Boy.
Lover Boy is 15 and has a girlfriend. I call her Fishy. More on Fishy later.
Anyway, Lover Boy and Fishy are deeply in love, have already named their children, and intend to spend the rest of their lives together.
Ew.
PDA.
Then, there's the extended family- i.e, Lover Boy's friends and party buddies.
I know I can talk to them about everything and anything, so I consider them brothers and sisters.
As do they to me.
These are the kids who run through my house every day.
Like my friend said, my house is more like a drive-thru.
All day, teenagers run in and out of my house doing crazy teenage stuff.
For instance.
While me and Friend X were getting ready to go to a party, Lover Boy's friend Ginger who's staying with us for a little while suddenly smacked open the door to my room.
We looked at him like, "Wha?"
He started belting out "Baby" and dancing around my room.
Ginger has bright red hair, and he's really quite tall.
He loves to be in plays and such, and he does have a good voice.
Anyway, he was prancing around my room and wailing out this horrible J-Bieb tune when my brother walked in.
He takes one look at Ginger and goes:
"Dude. You are NEVER living this down."
Ginger merely sang louder and started high kicking.
May I mention this was right around midnight and we managed to wake up a couple neighbors?
My family may be crazy, and my house might be the loudest one on the block, but I love it.
And all my friends wonder why I'm nuttier than a coconut....
xoxo and deuces!
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Crazy Curls
So.
Despite my loss of pictures on this blog for fear of any one I know discovering it and then telling the entire school, there's something I must confess.
I have crazy curls.
And right now, I have them bad.
My curls are not the kind that gently curl against my head.
My curls are not the kind that are really just wavy waves.
No, my curls are the kind that have their own mind.
They spring from every single follicle on my head.
Each goes their own direction...
Little hipsters.
They don't go in a straight spiral curl, instead they kink, and float upwards.
I look like I've been electrified.
Gel is out of the question.
My extreme super power hair straightener is the only thing that can tame what I call...
The beast. Grrrrr.
Today, they've gone to a new level.
I pulled them back with one of those head bands that's shaped like a horse shoe, but in neon colors.
I walked downstairs to cook some Trader Joes and in the process of walking and cooking...
My crazy curls literally expelled the poor head band from my hair.
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It then landed in a pot of ramen noodles I was cooking.
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Totally ruined my noodles.
Does anyone else have crazy curls that do that?
Ugh.
xoxo and deuces!
Stellar Sweetheart
Despite my loss of pictures on this blog for fear of any one I know discovering it and then telling the entire school, there's something I must confess.
I have crazy curls.
And right now, I have them bad.
My curls are not the kind that gently curl against my head.
My curls are not the kind that are really just wavy waves.
No, my curls are the kind that have their own mind.
They spring from every single follicle on my head.
Each goes their own direction...
Little hipsters.
They don't go in a straight spiral curl, instead they kink, and float upwards.
I look like I've been electrified.
Gel is out of the question.
My extreme super power hair straightener is the only thing that can tame what I call...
The beast. Grrrrr.
Today, they've gone to a new level.
I pulled them back with one of those head bands that's shaped like a horse shoe, but in neon colors.
I walked downstairs to cook some Trader Joes and in the process of walking and cooking...
My crazy curls literally expelled the poor head band from my hair.
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It then landed in a pot of ramen noodles I was cooking.
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Totally ruined my noodles.
Does anyone else have crazy curls that do that?
Ugh.
xoxo and deuces!
Stellar Sweetheart
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Hipster Songs, Handstands, and How I Got Sent to The Principals Office
Ladies.
So, today my extremely funny friend Mira (http://www.mirascharacters.blogspot.com/) told me that I should look for some hipster songs. To post on my secret blog. In which she found. ANYWAY.
I found this super cool youtube video that shows the top 13 (YAY!) hipster indie songs in 2009. Because 2012 is too mainstream. Here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2hMQRlU_S4&feature=related
NOW.
For the main event.
Why I ended up in the principals office today.
Yeah yeah, I still go to school.
ANYWAY.
It was fifteen minutes until we got to go home. I was getting kind of antsy, because I'd been sitting for three periods in the same spot- with my back against the door of the classroom because I had no spot in the classroom by the time I'd gotten there.
I'd had the worst itch to get up and run around. I mean, who wants to sit through Poetry and then Government and then Punishment.
That would be the subjects of the three classes.
I was wearing the most adorable pair of overalls (PICTURE AT THE BOTTOM) and I emptied my pockets of my evil new phone, gum, and iPod filled with a variety of music.
I slowly inched towards the door, past the teachers, behind a cabinet.
I flipped over on my back.
No one noticed.
I balanced on my head.
No one noticed.
I stretched the tips of my toes up into the air, straightened my spine, and smiled.
I heard snickers. Giggles. Laughs.
________! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??!!!
I heard my teacher, let's call this particular teacher Beardy, screaming my name.
I toppled, causing the class to howl, and scrunched into the corner.
Beardy loomed over me.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING? A HANDSTAND? IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS?"
I should mention now that I go to a hippie school, where cursing and PDA is acceptable. Also, sitting on the couches and the floors. And talking about feelings.
My other teacher, um, let's see...Merry spoke up.
"Principals office. Now."
Ah, shit.
I'd never been to the principals office before, and as I walked up to that fateful door, I realized the blinds were drawn.
The assistant poked her head out of her office, and looked at me.
"Whatcha need, hun?"
"I...um...I'm in trouble, I have to see the principal."
"What'd ya do?" She was holding a phone.
"Um...Ididahandstandinthemiddleofclass?"
(To the phone) "I'm gonna need to call you back."
To me: "WHAT??"
I blushed and repeated my offense.
She actually laughed a good bit, and then asked why, and laughed at that too.
"It....seemed like a good idea at the time?"
I sat waiting for the principal for a while.
Finally, a teacher came out of her office laughing, and I was told to go in.
It was about ten minutes until the end of the day.
"Hi ________."
"Hi, (oh, what should I call her? How about Nice?) Miss Nice!"
"What brings you here?"
"Um...I did a handstand in the middle of Government class."
"WHAT? *tries to stifle laughter* why?"
"Um...it seemed good at the time?"
"Really, ______? That doesn't seem like you...."
"I know...I had to sit for three periods...."
"That's still no reason to do A HANDSTAND!"
"I know...I'm sorry..."
We proceeded to talk about fidgets, how to keep my attention in class, and other things.
I particularly like Nice, and we laughed about it afterwards. She proceeded to let me out when all the other kids got out, but I had to go apologize to my teachers.
Not a biggie.
ANYWAY.
That's the big adventure for today.
I hope you found it funny.
Or at least entertaining.
xoxo and deuces,
So, today my extremely funny friend Mira (http://www.mirascharacters.blogspot.com/) told me that I should look for some hipster songs. To post on my secret blog. In which she found. ANYWAY.
I found this super cool youtube video that shows the top 13 (YAY!) hipster indie songs in 2009. Because 2012 is too mainstream. Here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2hMQRlU_S4&feature=related
NOW.
For the main event.
Why I ended up in the principals office today.
Yeah yeah, I still go to school.
ANYWAY.
It was fifteen minutes until we got to go home. I was getting kind of antsy, because I'd been sitting for three periods in the same spot- with my back against the door of the classroom because I had no spot in the classroom by the time I'd gotten there.
I'd had the worst itch to get up and run around. I mean, who wants to sit through Poetry and then Government and then Punishment.
That would be the subjects of the three classes.
I was wearing the most adorable pair of overalls (PICTURE AT THE BOTTOM) and I emptied my pockets of my evil new phone, gum, and iPod filled with a variety of music.
I slowly inched towards the door, past the teachers, behind a cabinet.
I flipped over on my back.
No one noticed.
I balanced on my head.
No one noticed.
I stretched the tips of my toes up into the air, straightened my spine, and smiled.
I heard snickers. Giggles. Laughs.
________! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??!!!
I heard my teacher, let's call this particular teacher Beardy, screaming my name.
I toppled, causing the class to howl, and scrunched into the corner.
Beardy loomed over me.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING? A HANDSTAND? IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS?"
I should mention now that I go to a hippie school, where cursing and PDA is acceptable. Also, sitting on the couches and the floors. And talking about feelings.
My other teacher, um, let's see...Merry spoke up.
"Principals office. Now."
Ah, shit.
I'd never been to the principals office before, and as I walked up to that fateful door, I realized the blinds were drawn.
The assistant poked her head out of her office, and looked at me.
"Whatcha need, hun?"
"I...um...I'm in trouble, I have to see the principal."
"What'd ya do?" She was holding a phone.
"Um...Ididahandstandinthemiddleofclass?"
(To the phone) "I'm gonna need to call you back."
To me: "WHAT??"
I blushed and repeated my offense.
She actually laughed a good bit, and then asked why, and laughed at that too.
"It....seemed like a good idea at the time?"
I sat waiting for the principal for a while.
Finally, a teacher came out of her office laughing, and I was told to go in.
It was about ten minutes until the end of the day.
"Hi ________."
"Hi, (oh, what should I call her? How about Nice?) Miss Nice!"
"What brings you here?"
"Um...I did a handstand in the middle of Government class."
"WHAT? *tries to stifle laughter* why?"
"Um...it seemed good at the time?"
"Really, ______? That doesn't seem like you...."
"I know...I had to sit for three periods...."
"That's still no reason to do A HANDSTAND!"
"I know...I'm sorry..."
We proceeded to talk about fidgets, how to keep my attention in class, and other things.
I particularly like Nice, and we laughed about it afterwards. She proceeded to let me out when all the other kids got out, but I had to go apologize to my teachers.
Not a biggie.
ANYWAY.
That's the big adventure for today.
I hope you found it funny.
Or at least entertaining.
xoxo and deuces,
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
On a Rant- be back as soon as the phone starts working
Ladies and Gents,
New phones are a drag. Honestly.
I had to get one when my old one up and died. I didn't even do anything! It just up and died, I swear.
ANYWAY.
This new one is all touch screen.
I tried to get my old one, but they didn't make it anymore.
I can't figure out how to use it.
Every time I get a text, email, or notification (HOW DOES IT KNOW MY FACEBOOK PASSWORD!?)
It plays Passion Pit's "Sleepyhead".
Which conveniently plays very loudly, because I can't figure out how to work the damn volume buttons.
My friends decided it would be funny if they switched numbers, so X texts me telling me that she's Y.
I texted who I thought was Y for a while.
Until she started sounding like X.
And on top of that, I can't text properly.
I told someone that I wanted them to return my purple sausage, fine thank you.
Purple Notebook.
For school.
Oy.
xoxo and deuces,
New phones are a drag. Honestly.
I had to get one when my old one up and died. I didn't even do anything! It just up and died, I swear.
ANYWAY.
This new one is all touch screen.
I tried to get my old one, but they didn't make it anymore.
I can't figure out how to use it.
Every time I get a text, email, or notification (HOW DOES IT KNOW MY FACEBOOK PASSWORD!?)
It plays Passion Pit's "Sleepyhead".
Which conveniently plays very loudly, because I can't figure out how to work the damn volume buttons.
My friends decided it would be funny if they switched numbers, so X texts me telling me that she's Y.
I texted who I thought was Y for a while.
Until she started sounding like X.
And on top of that, I can't text properly.
I told someone that I wanted them to return my purple sausage, fine thank you.
Purple Notebook.
For school.
Oy.
xoxo and deuces,
First Post
HI!
My name is....
well.
I'll keep that secret for now. If you're super curious then scroll to the bottom.
Anyway.
I created this blog with the help from my friend Hue Hipster, because I wanted to create a blog for others. With awesome music, photography, and my insight on life.
Because.
Well, you know.
I'm pretty funny.
Anyway.
I intend to post music, photos, and detail my daily journey throughout my life.
Which happens to have funny stuff popping up all over.
I hope you like it!
Deuces,
My name is....
well.
I'll keep that secret for now. If you're super curious then scroll to the bottom.
Anyway.
I created this blog with the help from my friend Hue Hipster, because I wanted to create a blog for others. With awesome music, photography, and my insight on life.
Because.
Well, you know.
I'm pretty funny.
Anyway.
I intend to post music, photos, and detail my daily journey throughout my life.
Which happens to have funny stuff popping up all over.
I hope you like it!
Deuces,
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