Sunday, August 1, 2010
BEDA #1: Long time no see!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
The day that Gaby died (Song is sang to the tune of American pie)
Current mood: DAHDIAHSKJHKAJSDH KAFGD
To sum that up I'm freaking out right now. I'm having a complete mental break down. My AP test is in two weeks. TWO WEEKS and I'm going to fail. I don't know anything, arghhhhhh.
I have been carrying an AP Princeton review book with me everywhere (and when I say everywhere, I really mean it). One of my friends decided that it would be funny if he stole the book from me during Chemistry and I didn't notice and I freaked out because I thought that I had lost it somewhere and I was on the verge of tears and then he gave it back to me...
So, I don't want to spend my last blog talking about failing my AP test, so I shall discuss something else. BRB *freezes time and goes off to finish studying*
*particle man, particle man, doing the things a particle can. What's he like? It's not important." I love that song :) Well, I didn't finish studying but I was falling asleep on top of my homework, so I think I should finish this before I pass out.
Basically, today was I pretty good day if you don't count the number of times I freaked out about the AP test. We had an awards ceremony in my school and my friends and I (a total of six of us) got a special award for getting straight A's all nine weeks, and they were pretty cool-looking too. They looked like the cubes that they make with the 3-D black and white pictures in them. So I was pretty happy about that, oh and I got to miss Spanish class because of the awards ceremony, which was pretty nice too.
I just feel so unoriginal today, I mean I should be writing some great masterpiece thing, and all I can think about is how comfortable my bed is, and how I want to go to sleep. I promise that tomorrow I will write my how-to guide, and I hope that it will be pretty funny and make up for this so called "blog". Oh, yeah I just remembered that I was going to talk about swine flu. What's the deal with that? On CNN (yes I watch CNN, don't judge me, I love the news) the last time I checked the number dead was 257. I'm kind of worried 'cause I remember the panic that took over Europe when we had the mad cow disease over there, it was pretty freaky.
I remember that someone actually told me that gummy bears were made out of whale bones and you could get mad cow disease from them. I think I was in like 3rd grade or something, but I remember that I really freaked out and I didn't eat gummy bears for the longest time.
By the way they started selling Scooby Snacks at the vending machines at my school and they are amazing.
Oh and if you want to follow my real blog after BEDA, this is it: http://bulgarianmemory.blogspot.com/
Goodnight <3
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Memes, Offices, Manchesters and Bananas
As you can see from that title there shall be four things that will be discussed in this blog, after which I might go off and ramble about some other things.
Let us begin to discuss The Office shall we? *looks around at imaginary people nodding* I just finished watching the fourth season of The Office. I was supposed to be studying for a math test for tomorrow, but I'm good at math, so screw it. I was kind of disappointed by stuff that didn't happen, and stuff that did happen and quite disturbed by things that I never wanted to see happen *tries to stop from giving away spoilers* Ok, so basically Jim sees Pam and Dwight hooking up, and he gets Angela pregnant and then he decides that he is gay and jumps off a cliff.* I mean come on that is so not fair. I really have a thing for Jim, I mean he is really cute, and yeah he has big ears and a big nose, but he is completely adorable. (A Libertines song called Up the Bracket just came on iTunes and it starts really weird and I freaked out and almost dropped my laptop.)
I promised you a review yesterday, and I will give you one. I don't think that any of my BEDA buddies are soccer fans, so I will try to keep this short. Basically Manchester United had to play Arsenal for the semi finals of the Champions League (it's kind of a big deal). Manchester has been having a rough time the last couple of games, but they played brilliantly this time. Yeah, they did win by one 1-0, but their defence and attack was top notch. I was really happy because I was freaking out after watching them play with Porto, which was a very sad picture. They have one more game against Arsenal and if they win, or draw that game they will playing at the final(against Chelsea hopefully). Generally the game wasn't that exciting, but almost every soccer game makes me really excited so yeah :)
Crap, I just saw that we were supposed to write a how-to guide today. I'll do it tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow sometime this week.
Next thing is bananas. *pretends that this is not random at all* But I was just thinking about this today, and bananas are awesome! (no sexual innuendo intended) I mean, just the word bananas is so much fun to say, and type and write! Bananas should definitely rule the world, then we would all be yellow and cool-looking and we would dance to peanut butter-jelly time. That would be the most amazing thing ever.
And last thing was memes. This one was posted by Johnny Durham and I though it was amazing so you should do it too :P
DIRECTIONS:
- Go to Google image search.
- Type in your answer to each question.
- Choose a picture from the first page.
- Use this website (http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php) to make your collage.
QUESTIONS:
1. What is your name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What is your hometown?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. What is your favorite movie?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What is one word to describe yourself?
10. How are you feeling right now?11. What do you love most in the world?
12. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Here is mine:
right click on the image and click open image in new tab to see the whole thing.
# of times I got hit with a ball in the head today: 2. This is like a new record for me, I mean usually I would be lucky if I can get away with three balls (ha,ha). Yay I just got a text message *feels special and looks at it* Ohh it was actually one of those cute friendship things <3 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">goodie goodie (I'm not going to discuss that). I am the only one in my group that answers the questions and we always win. And now we finally started learning about Russian history and stuff and ever question that she asked me, I mean my group was about Russia. You are probably wondering why that makes me mad. See, when I tell people that I am Eastern European they immediately think that I either
a. an Russian or b. Speak Russian. Neither one of those is true even though I do understand Russian. I did answer all the questions that she asked, but come on did she have to ask me only about Russian history.
I think that I have rambled enough for today. Goodnight <3
P.S. *I need Harry Potter like a gryndilow needs water and as Saturday approaches my need grows* Yep, this song just came on iTunes, oh how I love iTunes shuffle.
*just in case you didn't catch the sarcasm in there, that did not actually happen. Or did it?
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
This is not a title.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Penguin dentists and such
Hall of Memories
I walked slowly through the misty corridor. A strange feeling passed over me. It was a feeling of familiarity, a feeling that I’ve been here before, but at the same time I felt as though I shouldn’t be here. Gray, office-looking doors appeared at my side. Instead of name tags they all had pictures on them, picture of a little girl as she stuck her finger behind a door, and the door was shut, a picture of a little girl dancing on stage and falling on her face, a picture of a six year old girl clutching a Harry Potter book, a picture of a not-so-little 11 year old girl as she rode a bike for the first time, and the last door had a picture of a smiling boy. It was a familiar picture; a picture I’ve seen way too many times, a picture that no matter how many times I looked at I felt the same melancholy, sad feeling wash over me. It was no different this time, as I stared at the picture and reluctantly reached for the door, opening it. For a moment I felt like Harry when he entered Dumbledore’s memories as I entered my own. As I pushed the door open I walked into a familiar room.
It was my grandmother’s house. A little girl was kneeling on the bed; her hair tied up in piggy tails, her tiny feet dangling off the side of the bed, she was staring at the same picture of a smiling boy in black and white. Realizing the little girl was the five year old me, I followed her closely as she stood up from the bed and ran out the room. The room was a step lower than the kitchen, which the girl had to cross in order to get to the other room. I watched the girl as she ran toward the kitchen and fell flat on her face as she forgot about the step. As if nothing had happened the little girl got up, and walking slower, continued to the other room. It was a room with an ugly bright orange bed cover, a room I had always despised for some reason, and in that room there was a picture frame with the same boy in it. Again as his picture hung on the wall; he smiled at me, his black and white smile, trapped in the black frame. I noticed how big his ears were. The picture slowly faded away and another one came into view.
A boy and a girl were sitting on the floor, ignoring the chairs next to them, were looking at a picture of the same boy.“Who is he?” the boy, my cousin (even though at that time we thought we were brother and sister), asked. “I don’t know,” the seven year old I answered, “but he makes me sad.”For some unknown reason both of us were afraid to ask our parents about the mysterious boy. Why was he in both of our grandmothers’ houses, why was he black and white and why did he never come out of that picture? The picture dispersed again as another one zoomed in.
A boy was sitting on an ugly orange chair and was flipping through the TV channels; a girl lay lazily on the bed, staring at a picture of a boy. When the boy, my cousin again, was finished flipping through all six of the channels on TV, he turned it off, disappointed as always. Both of us were much older now. I was thirteen, my hair was no longer black, but brown, and my cousin and I were no longer convinced that we were siblings. I was staring out the window at my grandma as she chased the chickens around the yard, trying to get them inside their little house. “We should ask,” my cousin said suddenly, turning to me. “Ask what?” I answered confused. “Who he was. The boy.” I didn’t say anything, as I watched my grandma walk in the house. She was an old, fat woman with a kind smile; she was the kind of woman that fed you immense amounts of food even if you say you aren’t hungry. I turned to her and finally asked the dreaded question about the boy in the picture. She looked at both my cousin and I before answering slowly. “This is Ivan,” she said as she sat down on a chair and looked at the picture of the mysterious boy. “He was your mom’s brother,” she continued, without taking her eyes off the picture. “Was? Wait, what do you mean was?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the story anymore. “He was a nice boy, “my grandma continued. “He played guitar, he sang and he danced, everyone in town loved him. He was one of those perfect children, he helped old ladies carry their groceries home, and he was top of the class, always getting A’s, complete opposite of your mother. She was always mean to him, she was the young one, and she was the only girl. She always got him in trouble, your mother, she was of the evil kind,” grandma smiled, not taking her eyes off the picture. “Your mother, she was always breaking things, getting in trouble and blaming it on her brother, but he never protested, he never told on her.”
“What happened to him?” my cousin asked. “There was an earthquake in 1979, one of the strongest earthquakes Bulgaria has ever experienced. It happened on a really hot day in May. It struck at around four o’clock in the afternoon, both of us were sleeping, and your mother was out playing with your aunt. Everything started shaking, I didn’t know what to do, I jumped out of bed, screaming for Ivan. I woke him up, scared him to death almost. After the shock of the earthquake everything started. The constant headaches, the weakness that took over him, he wasn’t the energetic boy he was before. We took him to hospitals all over the country, and they told us there was nothing they could do. This was one of the rarest cases they had ever seen. He had leukemia, and two months after the earthquake, at the age of 14 he died.” The scene faded out and I was back at the misty corridor.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Midnight blogging
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Busy, busy, busy
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
How to attract someone's attention in a few simple steps
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Tuesday?
gaby: oh, and a random question: do you watch nerimon on youtube?
Melissa: YES. xD
gaby: ok good
Sarah: YES!
Melissa: He's loverly.
gaby: yay!
Sarah: hes amazing.
gaby: he is :P
Monday, April 20, 2009
The Review
Sunday, April 19, 2009
No title
- What are some of your current obsessions?
- What's your favorite book and why?
- What's your favorite childhood memory?
- What's your favorite quote and why?
- What's something you've always wanted to do, but have been too afraid to do?
Friday, April 17, 2009
I don't like giving titles to things.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
BEDA April 16
Monday, April 13, 2009
yay :)
So I'm sitting today in my English class as three guys presented amazing presentations on surrealists. Klein wanted a girl to go, and all the girls were pretending to be too busy, scribbling in journals... She called on Rachel, who wasn't here, she called on another girl who got away with not doing it today. And I was thinking “oh fuck” I’m not going to get lucky again, and yeah she did call on me next. I tried to suck up and get away with it, but she was like, “Come on you can do it”. So I went up there, I wasn’t shaking though, which is a good thing, because I was holding a poster, so it would have looked really bad. My voice gave away how nervous I was, though. It always gets really, really high pitched when I’m either very nervous or very excited. But, I did well and I said the entire speech without making any mistakes, and without saying umm too many times. Basically, the point of this story was to tell you that I got a 95, which is AMAZING!
Anyway, there was this one guy that I wanted to write about named H.R. Giger. He was a really weird dude, and when I say weird, I really mean weird. His paintings are soooo disturbing; he suffered from a sleep disorder, where he had constant nightmares. He used art as therapy, so most of his pictures mostly depict nightmares, and they are very scary…. Oh and he was the guy who created the Alien for the Alien movie.
School went well today. I mean English and history went really well, in volleyball I was kind of mad because the people I play with didn’t want to play the entire period. I never get enough sleep on a school night, but I’m always very energetic in volleyball because I like playing it, considering the fact that it’s the only sport that I’m actually really good at. Whatever, I’m still good at the sport, and I’m joining the volleyball team next year, so yay! Anyway, I can’t wait for this week to be over, and it’s only Monday, urg.
Oh, and kickthePj got featured today on the global page! Yay! You're probably wondering why I care, and it's because he is one of my favorite youtubers, and he is amazing.
Listening to: Acid Jazz Singer by The Fratellis
Ze listz:
· read Slaughterhouse Five
· read 1984
