Ramblings...

     Ninja and I decided girls should be able to wear bathing suits to school. I wouldn't mind, really. I mean, the main concern would be sluttiness, but girls can dress slutty no matter what the dress code is. Plus, summer is freaking HOT. Anyways, this summer I plan to wear a bikini and shorts a lot. Or a sports bra and riding tights. My excuse is that, as a not-fat high school girl, it's what I'm supposed to do. Ninja said that someone should invent a swimsuit top that scans DNA so only the wearer can take it off (to prevent the obvious problems of teen boys and untieable tops). I said duct tape.
     I've been listening to God Damn You're Beautiful by Chester See. Dammit, I nees a sweet guy who'll sing me songs like that and say "I fucking love you." Which brings me to something that's been on my mind.
     Dear 'nice guys',
     It's true, girls do appreciate sweet guys. You are on the right track. But I see you've been complaining that girls never like you and this is turning yall into assholes. You tell them to PLEASE go for the guys who'll apreciate them. Here's a thought: take your own advice. Stop going for the shallow ones. Not all of us are bitches.
     Sincerely,
     A Nerd Girl

It needed to be said.
<3,
Lani

Hot Guys and Green-Haired Girls

     I've been reading white-person manga. As in, it's in English, the style is slightly different, and the comic reads from left to right. Anyways, it's called Todd Allison and the Petunia Violet and it's absolutely fantastic.
     I can guarantee it's fantastic because I fell in love with every male character in the series. Actually, I think I fell in love with Todd Allison the moment I saw his face in an ad. He's that awesome.

I dare you not to fangirl.

     So yeah, I would definitely recommend it. And if you manage to get there, be warned that the third frame of page 29, chapter 9, is heart-attack inducing.
     I watched Nice Guys Finish Last by nigahiga (go youtube it, I'm too lazy to hyperlink it), and I may have paused the video at one point to get a better look at the abs of this one guy.
     Goodness grief, I am such a girl today!
     I'm writing more stuff on my devianART (I'm not to too lazy to hyperlink for shameless self promotion, heheh), and I got a follow from a stranger who likes Death and Ducks! YAY! I'm writing a prequel to it about LeAnne's cell mate Sarah who was accidentally killed. Sarah actually has her own story that I'm not yet finished with. But I'm writing more LeAnne, and I have an idea for a third installment.
     Why am I writing so much green-haired crazy lady?

I was in the middle of writing a happy story about Laura, the girl who meets an angel, when LeAnne kicked my door in and told me I needed to write about her some more. I told her to wait her turn, that I was telling Laura's story right now, and she punched Laura in the face. I told her my parents didn’t like her and they wanted me to write less morbid stuff, and she threatened to blast me with her powers that may or may not be real. I held up my Human Geography book and unfinished notes, and she told me she didn’t care about that either. And then Wolfgang bit my finger.

     That's actually my author's note for the piece about Sarah's death. I'm weird.
<3,
Lani

P.S. And thus ends my absence from my blog.

Nothing Really...

     I spent yesterday reading Harry Potter, then coming down to watch Doctor Who with David Tennant, including the Shakespeare episode where Martha repeatedly mentions Harry Potter. Then I started Macbeth and read Harry Potter some more. I am a happy fangirl.
<3,
Lani

To My Friend's Boyfriend

     Today's post is directed to a boy. Specifically, the boyfriend of one of my friends. Now, Mr. Boyfriend, I would like to have a word with you. You sometimes make your girlfriend feel like crap. This is what I call "not okay". Your girlfriend is a wonderful, amazing person and you, Mr. Boyfriend, are extremely lucky to have her in your life.
     Then there's me. I'm the friend who thinks that you need a kick to the balls. Not just one kick either, no, but repeated nut-shots. In fact, I think I need to buy you a calendar and pencil in days where I will come find you and then proceed to knee you in the nuts. Believe me, it's nothing personal. I don't dislike you, I just think that if you were to be regularly kicked in the balls, would reduce your jerk-like tendencies. Ah, don't deny it. Every one acts like a jerk sometimes. But I think, with the application of ball-kicking, we could reduce those tendencies in you, Mr. Boyfriend.
     I look forward to your response.
<3,
Lani
P.S. Just in case your wondering, I kick really, really hard.
P.P.S. Your girlfriend read this before I posted it. She was speechless for a moment, then said she loved me.

Various Friends and Their Reactions to Boy Problems

Me: *sigh* Boys are dumb. I like horses better anyways.

Pug: I don't know if he likes me back though, and I think I'm falling for him, but my other friend likes him too even though she knows I liked him first and...

Mirandola: So, before unfriending him, I sent him a Facebook message telling him to remove my number from his phone and never contact me again in any form or fashion.

RaeRae: What a chicken-headed dick.

Ninja: FUCK THIS, I'M BECOMING A LESBIAN.

<3,
Lani

Choir Conference

     As I write this, I'm sitting in a hotel that I'm staying at for honor choir. My dad ordered room service for me, so I'm trying to figure out how a teenager is supposed to eat all this.

      In attempting to make coffee, I just spilled it all down my legs.

     A bunch if other kids have their parents here and they all go around together. My dad has a meeting today, so I'm kinda on my own, which is fine because I can take care of myself, but still weird.

     Of COURSE I would get my period now. Great. For singers, that one joyful week knocks off the top few notes of your range, and all my music is super high.
     I just had to ask my dad to buy me tampons. That was embarrassing. He got the cardboard ones too. Those are such a pain to shove up your vagina.

     I'm really starting to wish I'd worn jeans instead of shorts.

     There is apple juice in my chocolate smoothie. I watched them make it.

     I actually made friends! I'm so proud of myself! Arkansas is an eight grader in, well, Arkansas, and Oklahoma's a tenth grader.

     I don't miss school all that much. I miss my friends, yeah, and I miss theater and english (can't exactly miss choir). And my lunch table.
     I don't miss all the stupid people, that's for sure. Rehearsal starts at 9, so I can get up at 7 instead of 5:30. Yay!

     We sing like Ursula, not Ka the snake.

     In sectional rehearsals, the coordinator told the second sopranos to go to room 2B- b for boy "because you all like boys, amiright?" At that point I really wanted to yell "lesbian pride!"

     Oklahoma and I were talking about swapping sections. She goes from alto to soprano on a regular basis. She says she's bisectional.

     It's the day of the concert and I feel like absolute shit. My head is pounding, my shoulders hurt, and worst of all, I'm coughing and I've got a weird feeling in my chest. Hopefully I'll still be able to sing.
     I'm going to have to walk over a bridge, down a few halls, and across three blocks in heels. Oh joy.
     I feel a little bit better after lots of coffee.
     I'm in my room before the concert, and I feel bad again. I'm drinking every throat remedy I have. Currently, I'm laying in bed quietly being miserable. Dad's watching Die Hard, which accurately describes my current situation. Dying.

     I made it through the concert and I didn't pass out on stage. I never really knew how much breath control I had until then. I'm proud of myself.

     I didn't get to say goodbye to anyone really. I didn't see Oklahoma afterwards, and Arkansas just waved at me. I would have liked to actually say "goodbye, it was nice to meet you. You've got an
amazing voice for your age and hopefully I'll see you next year!", but nope. Whatever.

     Now I get to go to winter formal while feeling like death.

<3,
Lani