Well, I felt slightly bad for not posting any music in my last post...so here we are! :)
This song is pretty interesting. It doesn't start strong but it builds magnificently. It's White Lights by Oh Land, but it's a Twin Shadows remix. ( The remixes always sound better...)
And here we have a very interesting remix from Breakbot... All the Breakbot remixes end up O-MAZING. :)
And this one just kind of mellows it out. ;) I normally don't enjoy Diplo's remix's...but I really enjoy this one
Well, with that I almost am tempted to bid you farewell.... But what fun would that be? I love to find out that I make people laugh. :) I know I'm a little weird and a quite dorky... but sometimes it makes people smile...and that's all that matters to me. I love to know that I've made someone just a little bit happier... to know that I've helped others just kind of...i don't know... It makes me feel like I'm worth something..
Facebook-Flashback:
HEY! FREAKY FRENCH GUY WHO APPARENTLY DOESN'T KNOW ENGLISH! STOP MESSAGING ME!
This Public Service Announcement was sponsored by Stranger-Danger-Awareness united. Remember kids, don't talk to French men you don't know... Even if they ARE hot.
Hailey: Would yuh like a side of epic with that fail?
Me:Yes! Most definately! :D Also, My glass is half empty. Any way to fix that, Smart-Ass??
...I love my comebacks! I have one for every occasion!
---My Bro's status says: OK i just readeamed my self i did a full slide down the handy cap ramp out back of the tarpon ice house and dident bust my ass lol
-So i said to him: "hahaha, i like ur status about the handy-cap ramp"
---He responded: "yea the retard ramp is fun to play on when its icy"
.....except for that. That one was just a bit surprising.
I now quote my friend Petra....
"...I'm counting my blessings...And subtracting yours..."
Is currently working on a giant scratch-art portrait of Dwight Yoakam for Stacey at Country Junction. :) If the scratch-art thing doesn't work, then I'll just sketch it out... but i'm hoping it works, cuz it'll look a heck of a lot cooler, lol. :)
Just an update, but i got damn "Set Design / Lighting / Music" as my "part" in the One-Act play. this is CRAP. but oh well, I'll stay positive...and give them the best damn set they've EVER seen. ;)
"Its not the size of dog in the fight, but the fight in the dog. Let surprise take a slog and if you get a knife from behind...." <---lyrics to a song. :D
Yeh, i'm sick as a dog. ugh. -.- Well, I'm Off! (Too see the Wizard! The wonderful Wizard Of Oz!)
Marissa Is Out! (I'munna start saying MIO....it's shorter)
~*MaRiSsA*~
The title pretty much describes it perfectly...so, feel free to comment if anything comes to mind....but, other than something coming to your mind and commenting..also feel free to read for your entertainment and not comment...or just don't read and comment...or don't read or comment...oh, now my brain hurts... Just do what you like. :)
February 4, 2011
February 3, 2011
What I'm REALLY Thinking...
Sorry I haven't posted in a while! My retarded-ass internet has been acting up because my fatherly-figure changed his credit card and they couldn't withdraw tha cashio they needed. (ppsshh) But i found aloophole and i've decided to write while I have the time. YAY! I think this time, i'm going to have another one of my random moments....
I call this section...the... "What I'm REALLY thinking...."
Mom: "You don't post sultry pictures on the internet...do you? Can I trust you?"
Me: "Of course i don't! That's stupid and immature!"
What I'm REALLY thinking: "Okay...think about it... I'm not the most model-esque person out there... I'm pretty sure the only type of person that would actually want to see my white ass would be a 68-year-old nymphomaniac. Therefore, i see no point in posting those type of pictures anywhere on the internet."
random thought: psshh. being a teenager sucks ass. people say its the hormones that make people get depressed...but i honestly think its the situations people get into. I mean, you see bitch-ass chicks walking around like they own the world and they have no problems... Where are their hormones, eh?
Random person: "You okay? You seem sad...?"
Me: "Oh, i'm great. *smile* "
What I'm REALLY thinking: "I NEED MEDS. I'm sad, upset, and i really need a hug. Why do you THINK i feel sad, dumbass?! And what business do you have asking me if i feel bad?...like i would really tell a complete stranger all my problems...ppsshh..."
Person I know: "You okay? You see sad...?"
Me: "Oh, I'm great. *smile*"
What I'm REALLY thinking: "Ask again... then I'll know you're not just asking to be courteous... Then I may just tell you. Go ahead. Ask.... And if you respond wrong?...Well... You better hope I don't know where you live..."
Stalker: You're beautiful. I love you. You really need to say yes and go out with me.
Me: "I'm sorry... I'm waiting to date... And honestly, I think we're better off as friends..."
What I'm REALLY thinking: "OH HELL NO. Okay, for one... don't call me beautiful... my name is MARISSA. not beautiful.... Two.... You DON'T love me like that...You THINK you do...but you don't. :) ...and ya know... If I've said no...17 times....i think it may just mean no..."
My friend: "Theres a stranger in your house. WHAT. DO. YOU. DO.?"
Me: uuhh...uhh...uhh.... PANCAKE PROCEDURE!!
random person: "WTF are you guys talking about?"
Me: You don't even WANT TO KNOW what the pancake procedure is.....
What It REALLY means: The pancake procedure is a method for when an unknown being enters your house/home/place-that-you-live-in.... You hide in a dark corner..get in the fetal position...and rock back and forth... on every rock forward...say "pancakes" or the name of another delicious bread-like breakfast food (I.E.: Waffles, Brioche, or French Toast) and on ever rock backwards... scream loudly.... The burglar/being will most likely think they've broken into a totally screwed-up person's house...and they will leave.
And that, my readers, concludes my moment of "What I'm REALLY thinking"
Part of my will written to my friend Leia when I was completely drugged up on strong allergy medication: "...And send a letter to Bob Kringle Schwartzneeggeragratiz. Tell him 'The Bird has the Hamster in a headlock. Bring the celergy.' He'll know what it means."
What I sent to EVERYBODY in my phone while on my perscription-high:
"The names Bond.... James Bond.... HOO-HAA!"
What I sent to my friends Emily, Erik, and Leia...
"I was cold... So I turned on my heater... But then I got hot... So I turned it off and told it 'I'm sorry...for using you...' I then petted it and burnt my hand."
What. A. Night. Yep, that night was a night. A night that had a "What A" in front of it. THAT'S when you know it was really a night.
Don't drink and drive... Smoke and fly! ;)
I was watching that movie...ya know...the one with the guy... the guy who has the face and the eyes.... I'm pretty sure he had a nose too... yup, he definitely had a nose. It was a good movie. You should watch it..... So... Yeah. I hope that helped.
Yeehhhp. I"m tired now... so... Goodnight. ;) (and sorry about no song posts...but I haven't found anything particularly inspiring lately, so you can see my dilemma)
Marissa Is Out~!
~*MaRiSsA*~
I call this section...the... "What I'm REALLY thinking...."
Mom: "You don't post sultry pictures on the internet...do you? Can I trust you?"
Me: "Of course i don't! That's stupid and immature!"
What I'm REALLY thinking: "Okay...think about it... I'm not the most model-esque person out there... I'm pretty sure the only type of person that would actually want to see my white ass would be a 68-year-old nymphomaniac. Therefore, i see no point in posting those type of pictures anywhere on the internet."
random thought: psshh. being a teenager sucks ass. people say its the hormones that make people get depressed...but i honestly think its the situations people get into. I mean, you see bitch-ass chicks walking around like they own the world and they have no problems... Where are their hormones, eh?
Random person: "You okay? You seem sad...?"
Me: "Oh, i'm great. *smile* "
What I'm REALLY thinking: "I NEED MEDS. I'm sad, upset, and i really need a hug. Why do you THINK i feel sad, dumbass?! And what business do you have asking me if i feel bad?...like i would really tell a complete stranger all my problems...ppsshh..."
Person I know: "You okay? You see sad...?"
Me: "Oh, I'm great. *smile*"
What I'm REALLY thinking: "Ask again... then I'll know you're not just asking to be courteous... Then I may just tell you. Go ahead. Ask.... And if you respond wrong?...Well... You better hope I don't know where you live..."
Stalker: You're beautiful. I love you. You really need to say yes and go out with me.
Me: "I'm sorry... I'm waiting to date... And honestly, I think we're better off as friends..."
What I'm REALLY thinking: "OH HELL NO. Okay, for one... don't call me beautiful... my name is MARISSA. not beautiful.... Two.... You DON'T love me like that...You THINK you do...but you don't. :) ...and ya know... If I've said no...17 times....i think it may just mean no..."
My friend: "Theres a stranger in your house. WHAT. DO. YOU. DO.?"
Me: uuhh...uhh...uhh.... PANCAKE PROCEDURE!!
random person: "WTF are you guys talking about?"
Me: You don't even WANT TO KNOW what the pancake procedure is.....
What It REALLY means: The pancake procedure is a method for when an unknown being enters your house/home/place-that-you-live-in.... You hide in a dark corner..get in the fetal position...and rock back and forth... on every rock forward...say "pancakes" or the name of another delicious bread-like breakfast food (I.E.: Waffles, Brioche, or French Toast) and on ever rock backwards... scream loudly.... The burglar/being will most likely think they've broken into a totally screwed-up person's house...and they will leave.
And that, my readers, concludes my moment of "What I'm REALLY thinking"
Part of my will written to my friend Leia when I was completely drugged up on strong allergy medication: "...And send a letter to Bob Kringle Schwartzneeggeragratiz. Tell him 'The Bird has the Hamster in a headlock. Bring the celergy.' He'll know what it means."
What I sent to EVERYBODY in my phone while on my perscription-high:
"The names Bond.... James Bond.... HOO-HAA!"
What I sent to my friends Emily, Erik, and Leia...
"I was cold... So I turned on my heater... But then I got hot... So I turned it off and told it 'I'm sorry...for using you...' I then petted it and burnt my hand."
What. A. Night. Yep, that night was a night. A night that had a "What A" in front of it. THAT'S when you know it was really a night.
Don't drink and drive... Smoke and fly! ;)
I was watching that movie...ya know...the one with the guy... the guy who has the face and the eyes.... I'm pretty sure he had a nose too... yup, he definitely had a nose. It was a good movie. You should watch it..... So... Yeah. I hope that helped.
Yeehhhp. I"m tired now... so... Goodnight. ;) (and sorry about no song posts...but I haven't found anything particularly inspiring lately, so you can see my dilemma)
Marissa Is Out~!
~*MaRiSsA*~
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