One of those days.

Let me tell you,

my day was not one of the best.

'Nough said.

I'm getting lazy to blog.

I think I might even get a Tumblr. . .
Just kidding.

I already got one :(
haha. But I don't want to use it.

Anyways,
I have nothing to say.

Contemplation.

I know how to embarass myself quite well.

I've learned to accept it as a talent, instead of a curse.

Welcome Back.

Hello , hello Blogspot !

Nice to see this again.

Looking for pointless and "wtf is she talking about" material?
You've come to the right place.

I'll just get right to it, then.

Junior year.
Hooray for uhmm. . . nothing?
It's only been . . . four weeks or so, I think.

AP classes are a joy. No sarcasm intended.
They really aren't so terrible, but no one wants to hear someone talk about educational courses.
Unless you do, in which case you should probably stop staring at this page.

Well, the number of Tumblr users are increasing.
Congratulations for you, Tumblrs.
I'm still going to stand by my point of MOST Tumblr users post nothing.
And not the type of nothing that includes blabbing of irrelevant details
but the nothing of pictures, quotes, and more quotes?
Sorry, just feel like pointing out the obvious.

BUT there are some pretty kickass Tumblrs out there.
They actually write words & sentences out of their own mouth which include
proper grammar.

*Yeah, Camille I'm talking to you if you're reading this. :) Your Tumblr is the best, my dear.
You Blogspot readers should check out Camille's Tumblr. It makes me quite happy.

Enough of that though, because I know someone is going to become pissed by my comments.

Homecoming is, well, coming.
I'm hoping I can go.
I already found a dress.

So here's my shallow moment for the day:
Don't get this dress or I will eat you with my Nutella morning sandwich.
http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&category%5Fname=dress%5Fdressy&product%5Fid=2064513168&Page=all#

Obession #3.

If you know me well enough,
you should know that I tend to get attached to things quickly.
Obsessions:
1. Harry Potter.
2. Movie Previews.
3. Covers of the song Ceremony by New Order.

I think I can officially call it my favorite song of all time.
I listen to it everyday and I will never grow tired of it.
The beat and melody is just too infectious.

& I just found a cover by Radiohead.
Hooray.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08_2eTj3wsA&feature=related

Fortune Cookie.

I find fortune cookies quite unappetizing.

I usually read the fortune,
dislike it,
then leave two halves of the stale cookie upon my plate with rice that
I moved around to make it look like I ate some of it,
when I actually had just two bites of the bland grain.

Where The Wild Things Are.

My current obsession.

Silence in Speech.

Well, that's just a great song.

I'm tired of posting some really negative and nasty blogs,
but then again, those cute and dainty postings are never the most interesting.

Just another Lazy Sunday.
"Lazy Sunday, wake up in the late afternoon. Call
Parnell just to see how he's 'doin. . ."

Ahh, the early Lonely Island days.

If I were at Disneyland again, I would be set for a great day.
I know the entire lot like the back of my hand

I can walk throughout the park without a map and never get lost.
It makes me feel quite accomplished.

Just about two more weeks until the milestone of 16.
Ha, "sweet sixteen."

What makes sixteen so special from all the other high school years?
Absolutely nothing.

Oh well.
Then the start of junior year the week after that. . .
I'd be more excited for it to begin,
if I had at least started my summer assignments.

Procrastination will kill me.

Great Expectations.

Those are EXACTLY what I had while my body was filled with anticipation for the new
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince film.

Those great expectations were definetly not fulfilled.

After all those complaints I posted on the world wide web concerning the fact that
I felt like I was the very last person to see the movie,
it was basically an utter failure compared to
the fantastic book.

HELLO. The name of the film/book is Half Blood Prince, maybe keeping the focus on that little important piece would have helped the nonexistent storyline.

Instead most of the movie was focused on the romance and comedy, which was good at times,
but Harry Potter movies aren't designed to be humorous.

We're here for some damn good magical shit.

I want some more wand waving and such in the next two movies, people.

Explanation was lacking in this as well.
I already had the background information for everything, but
it still bothers me that the people who watched it in the theater with me
walk out saying,

"I don't know what just happened."

"I thought he died, why is he sleeping inside that painting?"

"The things they were pulling out of their heads looked like my phlegm."

I honestly, heard people saying these things.
That last one really just confuses me.

Anyways, I'll stop being angry for a bit
& you should read Adrian's blog :)

We refer to one another's.

WOOPS !

So, I went on here because I realized that I may have said too much on that

last blog post.

& I thought about it and was like,

"OH SHIT. I bet I pissed someone off with that last blog."

Sure enough, there was my cousin yelling at me for going overboard.

Apparently, I believe I expressed my feelings a bit too harshly, but honestly,

if you think about it. . .

I KNOW you guys can agree in some aspect.

And I won't fully apologize because

Tumblr is becoming a MySpace/Twitter/Facebook thing.

I want a bunch of people to read this and tell me who has a Tumblr.

It's a large amount.

AND, look at a lot of the posts on there.

It IS mostly cute little quotes in fancy fonts.

I'm not saying that's what ALL posts are,

but a great majority of them look exactly like that.

It is obviously another one of these cyber trends and I know this because

I AM one of these people who unfortunately follow them.

(Although, I refuse to get a Tumblr since I already have one of these,

I'm just lazy. If I didn't have a blogspot I would probably get a Tumblr. Just so you know.)

Therefore, I'm insulting myself as well.

Another thing Meliza highlighted :

My bandwagon comment.

Everything is part of a bandwagon these days,

the way you dress,

what you listen to,

the way you view things.

Just think about it.

For Example:

Unless you're walking around in a large potato sack,

you're in the bandwagon shit of just following trends.

We ALL do it.

I do it.

You do it.

Your mom does it.

Forget that last part.

Parents don't give a fuck about trends ahaha.

We're living in a huge big ass bandwagon.

In the end,

I am just saying

this is MY blog.

Like I said before, I'm not writing to satisfy you.

I really do not care what you think.

THIS is the exact reason for why I made one.

I just want to write some shit out of my brain,

breathe,

then move on.

*FYI - I took the more arrogant sentences off that last post.

Just in case someone else comes to hunt me down.

My dream is to become the new Perez Hilton of the social world.

Just kidding.

No Bandwagons.

* WARNING If you do not want to read a post written in just pure anger and frustration
from an angsty 15 year old, I suggest you not read this one. And if you do please, remember that this is just an opinion and I'm stupid.

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I am strange and I own two shirts with cartoons on them.

A Phineas and Ferb shirt from Target & an Optimus Prime shirt from Wal Mart.

Meliza just brought up the fact that I don't have a Tumblr and that I should get one because it's better than this Blogspot business.

Well, I'm sorry but no.

Tumblr is more for the looks and the cool little fonts you can make for all those cute quotes you find from the lyrics of songs.

I do not blog for the entertainment of others, although they can entertain you anyway because it's all just nonsense.

I will not join the Tumblr bandwagon.

But I am a bit of a hypocrite by having a Twitter for no apparent reason.

I apologize.

And here's one more thing that's been bugging me. . .

What is up with everyone trying to become "indie"?

The word is becoming a way of life, apparently.

The last time I checked indie was short for independent music.

It's either you truly enjoy the music or you don't.

The so-called "indie music" is starting to become some sort of trend

You see those ignorant ones ask,

"Hey what's the name of that indie band. . ."

Can't you just say,

"Hey, what's the name of that BAND. . ."

You do not have to specify the kind of music label it's under.

Augh, in other words,

just stop it.

Be yourself, kids.

That's all the world is asking for.

Homecoming.

No, not the sweaty teenager kind.

I honestly wish I could go back. Everything would be so much easier. I'm really unbelievably lazy to type many words, so I'll just end it. I do not feel up to par when I am here and it's a bit depressing. I'll eventually get used to it.

Raw Cookie Dough.

is delicious. I know you're advised not to eat it, since there's a chance of a salmonella poisoning,
but I do not give a damn. It is satisfying and that's all that really matters in this situation.

Furthermore,
(or not furthermore, since I don't want to go further on with the subject
of salmonella and cookie dough)
I would love to have a fresh start right about now.
Everything ,in all aspects, have just recently come to a halt
and I think it would be nice to start a new.

All is just a piece of the past now, can't dwell on it.

I'm still working on the "let's not dwell on the past" duties. . .

*sigh.
I'm in dire need for a REAL vacation.
The type where you actually escape from the familiar.

Let's go on an adventure filled with actions of spontaneity.

Deja Vu Bulletin.

So I guess every channel has some Michael Jackson stuff.
I found myself upon BET (yeah, I don't know how I got there either)
and just watched an hour long marathon of Michael Jackson videos.

He was a strange guy, but I have to admit
his music and dancing was pretty swell and dandy.

But hey, did you guys forget Farrah Fawcett died today too?

OH & I think it's really fucked up how people are saying,
"Michael Jackson is dead. That's one less pervert I have to worry about."

Have some respect, assholes.
I'll remember to piss on your grave when you die too.

Octavious, stop clapping !

I finally have a fantastic event to spill words for. So I shall "Roll out."

Yeah, I really did just make a Transformers reference, don't be alarmed.

Last night/wee hours of the morning was the first of hopefully two midnight premieres I plan to attend this summer. *cough*Harry Potter ;)


Transformers : Revenge of the Fallen.
Worth a four hour wait? If you're as in love with Shia LaBeouf as I am, most definetly.
If you're a dedicated Transformers fan since the 1980's, this is definetly one for you kids.
The sequel was more more focused on the robot interactions than the actors compared to the first film. There were more fighting sequences that involved many, many, new robotic characters. It probably would've been better if I had background information on the newer Autobots and such, like the hardcore fans of the 80's.

You know the ones I'm speaking of. The twenty-something year old guys who arrive at 6 p.m., boardgames in hand, complaining about the logistics of the entire plot of the first film.

"If Megatron and Optimus Prime were having an epic robot brawl in the middle of a city, don't you think the entire population of the world would have noticed?"

"I KNOW! When the Autobots are on top of the Griffith Observatory, wouldn't Los Angeles see these HUGE robot creatures?!"

Yeah, sorry I don't share these same concerns, smelly men.

I am not going to give away much to the plot of the new film, but I would like to say one thing.

Nerds, whenever Optimus Prime moves, you don't have to clap. It's okay, he can't hear you.
It's because
HE'S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.
Just like this Edward Cullen nonsense, except with a gigantic truck which turns into a god-like figure of a robot.

But I can't criticize too much, I wore an Optimus Prime shirt last night.
Wal-Mart. Children's Size.
Just Arielle, for ya.

Blank.

Goddamn, I can never think of a really good title for these blogs. I should just start naming them really random and irrelevant things like "Ham Sandwich" or "Blue from Blue's Clues Is Actually A Girl !"

That fact completely surprised me when I found out at the age of 9. Were they trying to prove a point with this gender mixing of the colors? I mean come on, Magenta. . . A BOY?!

Anyway, I have nothing to say once again.

Oh wait, my dog has gained a lot of weight.

& yes, that's all I have to say for myself.

Good-bye nonexistent blog readers.

Utterly Spontaneous.

Not really. This is not some crazy blog about how I experienced a burst of spontaneity. No. For I have not done anything exciting or interesting over the past few days. This is only a blog post named "Utterly Spontaneous" because this post is basically a spontaneous move on it's own, since I have nothing to really discuss.

But then again, all these posts have really been about nothing, so I'll just add to this collection. You know what? I'm going to just write about my entire day, even though it was rather lacking in events.

So at 1 am, I decided to just attack all the items within my pantry and refrigerator and consume them all within 10 minutes.

Let me tell you, that is not the best idea.

It took me about 5 minutes to realize that I was about to puke while I was laying down after all the consumption, so I had to sit upon my bed for 2 hours waiting for all the food to reach my stomach. If that's not one of those "TMI" moments, then I don't know what is.

7:00 a.m. That's right seven o'clock in the morning. The most wonderful person I know, my mother, decides to awaken me with my favorite greeting,
"ARIEEEEEELLLE BANGON KA NA !"
(translation: ARIELLE! GET UP NOW!)

After eating, changing, brushing some los dientes, & watching a bit of Jon & Kate Plus 8, we were out the door off to Brentwood-area around the UCLA campus, for those who don't know-so my mom can finish up some paperwork in order for her to go back to work in Long Beach.

Yeah, my dad works at the Union Station in downtown Los Angeles (that man is living the life) and my mom is going back to work in Long Beach. They are also still married and we all live in one house, here in the Inland Empire. What are we doing in Temecula? I honestly have no clue.

I am quite lazy to describe everything in the Brentwood area, but I'll just sum it up with
"It was damn cool."
Also, Los Angeles traffic is a real bitch. My mom is the ultimate road rager and when she hits the streets, she basically becomes the ultimate racist. I don't believe she means to spur out those harsh words, but she is just an easily angered woman.
She began to scream at me for falling asleep at the front seat because my head kept knocking into the dashboard of her new Prius.

Why must hybrid vehicles have dashboards that go out SO FAR? I feel like I'm in some sort of space pod of the future when I ride in that thing.

Hm, other than that I have nothing else to really go on about.

Oh wait, I watched Arthur for the first time in about. . .
a few months, haha.
That show has never failed me.
You go Arthur the aardvark, you go. :D

I need one, as well.

Just as any typical teenager should,
there is a list of things I would like to accomplish this summer :

--OBTAIN A LIFE.
--Sleep for 8 straight hours.
--Waste my money on a limitless amount of junk food.
--Watch every episode of Phineas and Ferb.
--Spend many days back home in Lakewood/Long Beach.
--Movie marathon @ Katelyn's, which would include :
1.Garden State
2.Slumdog Millionaire
3.LONELY ISLAND YouTube videos. . .
--"Mischievous adventures" with Amy. Hopefully, we will go on a REAL photography adventure
that does not turn out to be a circular journey.
--Go to Annalise's grandma's house. (This woman has more of a social life, than we do. She's in her 70's.)
--Go to Disneyland with Annalise for both of our birthdays. (08/05 & 08/08)
--Head off to another large F21 because I think I have a problem. . .
--Meet new & fantastic young people.
--Do those damn summer assignments. . .
--Get a haircut.
--Take down those Jonas Brothers posters.
--Document my days in pointless photos.
--Spend less time trapped in my room.
--Eat a bagel.
--Grow two inches taller.
--Breathe.

Guess Who?

No. Don't guess. That's stupid.

So I have just recently discovered that someone actually reads my blogs. SWEET.
Official dedication right here :

Adrian Acuna-matata, this one's for you.

Okay well,
School days are finally winding down. Seniors are leaving. Parking Lot's empty.
Let's just all take one of those sympathetic moments of nostalgia to sigh.
*pause

Back to this pointless blog.
I cannot wait 'till I'm a senior and can just get away from this rural place.

Sophomore.
Revolting.

Now, junior.
It's just mocking you, saying "Hey, you still have one more year, loser."

When I finally graduate and obtain a life, I want to buy an endless amount of ice cream
and just consume it all within a week.
Yeah, in your face, Mom.

Coming to a Close.

Just one full school week left to my sophomore year. I just despise the fact that this school year has only gotten exciting with only a small amount of time left. Quite the let down.

I am not a fan of the blog posting scene, so I'll just put a picture on this that can basically describe my entire day :

Don't Look at Explosions.

Wow, I really need to lay off the YouTube & Lonely Island. I just want to apologize for the overload of Digital Short references over the passed two days.


Katelyn & I are planning to create a compilation of remakes.

:D

Laughter Overload.

Now, THIS is probably going to be the most pointless blog you have ever read in your life because I really just feel like laughing hysterically in text. This is just because that is what is currently happening in reality. So here it goes :

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!




& there's so many sources for that laughter. You people should be proud. Some are just so darn adorable. :)

Short & Sweet.

Hold the "sweet" and less emphasis on the "short." Basically, that title is just misleading.

Hm. So. Uhm.

That can explain everything, really. I don't feel like getting into those gritty details for a pointless blog.

Oh, and word to the wise, try not to feed a pond full of ducks with half a basket full of breadsticks. It's not the most intelligent idea.

Once again, just two weeks. Why should any of this matter?

(and yeah, this was pretty short.)

P.S. I had a semi-photo frenzy with a friend today. When I get the pictures, I think I will feel like
posting them upon this thing.

Two Weeks Notice.

Usually, I can easily specify whether a school year has gone by fast or unbelievably slow. However, this one seems to have NO easy conclusion. Well actually, no. Yeah, it was slow.
Or was it?

Wow. I like how I just pour out evidence of my indecisiveness onto a blog.

Well, long story short, the majority of this school year seemed to drag on and on. . .

Probably because I was wasting time trapped in one place. But now that there's only TWO weeks left of school, I think it's not that the year has gone by "too fast", it's just I regret the time I've let pass by, doing nothing. Really.

Bulletin Obessed.

I'm tired of posting pointless bulletins on MySpace.

Yeah, right.

However, I think making a blog would be more productive. Therefore I'll just rant about the random crap that I usually post bulletins about onto this thing. Do people even read these? I believe blogs are just public diaries that will either never be seen or just fallen upon by strangers,
so what can I lose?

Speaking of diaries, I just remembered that old Harry Potter diary I had when I was in elementary school. Haha, wow. I need to go find that. I remember just writing about my gigantic crush on Jimmy Gosano. . . and that would really suck if he just read this blog.