10 Things Your Parents Never Tell You Growing Up... *Quoted*

1. everyone is a resource, steal knowledge whenever possible.
2. manipulation is not only an art form but an essential and invaluable life skill. practice helps you understand the human perspective.
3. experience as much as possible. you never know if you’ll like a finger in your ass until you try.
4. never finish your food. cleaning your plate is how your parents programmed you into over-eating, you tubby bastards.
5. question everything. never stop asking why. always question motives, cause we all have em.
6. let your guard down when you say ‘i love you’, its only fair.
7. pay attention. easy concept but then why do you get taken advantage of all the goddamn time? cause you werent paying attention.
8. hang out with people who you feel are morally superior than you. the better the people you hang with, the better you’ll become.
9. trust your friends opinions, collectively they know you better than you know yourself.
10. its not a matter or perspective: the glass IS half empty, but live like its half full.

Profundity

“The anorexic body says: I do not need. It says: Power over the self. And in our culture, in such a startlingly brief period of time, has come to think that power over the body has a ripple effect: power over the body, over the life, over the people around you, power over a world gone berserk.”

-Wasted

Old-Obsession,.,Renewed!

CUZ IT LOOKS TOTALLY AWESOME!!!

and who is this boy? He's a cutie!

HP Geek-Alert!

Oh YES! I am excited. XD

And they're all so grown up!

And Hermione... is messy.. lol. Poor Ron.

I want my hair to look like...

I want Kristen Stewart's hair. The way it was before she went all Joan Jett... I think I could pull it off.. my hair is thick and wavy like hers.

I may not like her acting much... but I do like HER. Make sense?

Now... to grow my hair out more...

Learning to Fly on My Birthday

Today is my 18th birthday...And I'm learning to fly. <3

He Called Me "Wendy-Bird"

And then I gave him a kiss

The First Blog Since I Went Into Hiding

I have been hiding.

I haven't been blogging.

I haven't been honest.

I mean, I haven't lied. But I just want to get it out there that I'm just a normal(ish) teenage girl. Nothing special! :)

Anywho....

Here are MY thoughts, MY dreams, etc. etc.

STATUS:

SENIOR YEAR:

Lame.

Lame.

FML.

Counselors cannot make schedules. Period.

Am now spending my days mentally meandering in class, wondering how long I'm to stay...

Studio Art is the same as always...but there's more people. Ugh.

Swimming... I only have one day of it?! Wtf? Need 2! I need to whip into shape!

AP Statistics... Tests are 70% of my grade. Oh $hit.

Communication Applications... why can't we just call it speech and be done with it?

I love chorale. ♥

AP Environmental Sciences may prove to be more interesting than I thought it would be... hmm.

My Government Professor is... perky? Seems very feminist... she and her husband don't live in the same house and she likes it that way???

AHAHA... My Sociology Professor is a piece of work. Think trashy diner lady. You know, the one with the dyed poofy hair, REALLY thick bluish-green eyeliner, and pale pink lipstick. I keep expecting her light up or pop a pink-bubbled smack... oh, did I mention she went to Woodstock? Lol.

Of COURSE, none of these classes are in order... nor are they permanent. Judgement shall pass soon....

WORK:

Mom made me quit. Everything.

F**k!

One of the regular customers of the coffee shop I was working at dubbed me Alice... Ironic... Do I really emulate her that much?

EXTRACURRICULARS:

Swimming. I am captain. I still don't want to deal with my coach. God he's such an @$$hole...

Well, maybe he mellowed out.

We'll see.

Choir. I LOVE BEING IN CHOIR!!! I didn't know I was in Varsity Womens'... I better make Chorale. :)

NHS. Yaaaay.

Got to get that sorted...

FOOD:

Is evil.

It makes you think it loves you.

All it wants to do is make you fat.

So, lesson here is to eat organic.

Eat leafies.

Eat Protein.

Eat fruits.

Soy milk isn't TOO awful...

...

And stay AWAY from take-out!

..... it gives you tummy aches.....

WE INTERRUPT THIS RATHER SYNICAL BLOG FOR A HAPPIER ANNOUNCEMENT:

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I GOT MY TOMS! I GOT MY TOMS! THEY'RE SO PRETTY!

AND NOW BACK TO OUR REGULAR PROGRAMMING:

Ok... well...

There isn't much left to spill.

My best friend for f**king forever (BFFFF)moved to Brooklyn to go to a fancy-ish college that I will never get a part of. Best of luck to my G(eez) Louise.

My spirit twin friend is in Oregon where she just got accepted to PSU.... which sounds like a dirty word btw... lol. I am happy for my Autumn Rose.

My boyfriend is going too far away too early to chase down a medical degree... Two months without him to make me smile shall be slow...

And Peter?

Peter...

Apparently Fantasy.

And obviously one that broke between us as friends.

I don't think we're really friends anymore...

Oh Peter...

No more pixie dust for me.

Senior Year... yeah...

oh, would you like to see a pretty picture of me? Here:

I'm a spokesmodel this year. I like this one. Do you?


Music of the day: Hey Monday's "Obvious"

Joan Crawford - "I, Joan Crawford, I believe in the dollar. Everything I earn, I spend."

From the Diary of a Skinny Fat Girl: Swim Practice

Wake up at 5 AM.

Brush teeth.

Pee.

Slip into a racing suit.

Look in the mirror- see every contour constricted in the polyester-lycra blend... note the pudge around the straps...
Look away- slip on workout clothes, trainers, grab keys, goggles, and swim cap.

Run out the door.
Run to the Natatorium.

Shed clothes to the bleachers; to suit.

See teammates: Skinny girls. Diving girls. Fast girls.

Look at self:

I am 5'7".
Go between 129 and 139, sometimes more.

I feel slow, when I see them.

And I feel fat.

Rest In Peace

To Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, a Music Revolutionary,

an Inspiration:

After a long battle against yourself on the cusp of your comeback

Rest in Peace.

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To Farrah Fawcett, the most gorgeous Girl-Next-Door, our own Angel,

who's hair launched a 1,000 ships:

After a long battle with Anal Cancer:

Rest in Peace.

A Post From Thousands of Miles Above the Ground

From a journal entry:

The sky clouded with mini stay-puff marshmallows.
The plane is shaking.

Dropping.

Bouncing.

If we crash, I'm throwing my journal out the door, so people will know what happened... or maybe that would be a bad idea. Could kill someone from this altitude.
I see blue now, from my little cell of a window.We're above the weepy clouds.
Goodbye Lubbock, Texas!
Hello Dallas!
Hello Denver, Colorado!

My hair is going to be a mess when I finally get to Denver because of all this climate change.
Dry
Humid
High Altitude
aka
Dry

Ugh.

The sun is REALLY bright.
I need my sunglasses.

The sky below me looks like and ocean... with little white islands.
The ground under the sea is blood-red. With dark blue and green patches.
Diseased skin.
Even the water in the lakes below is red. Wonder if anyone's died from iron poisoning.

Did it really rain that much?

The flight attendant just brought me water.
I really need to drink more of it.

{God I feel fat.}

My alter-ego Alice thinks it tastes like tears.

The plane is sinking again.

Going into the sea.

The sky/water is clearer now, and has fewer clouds/islands.
You can see their shadows below, and it is greener.
I wish I was staying.
Or going on to that connecting flight.
That one to London,
or Madrid.
Maybe meet Gretchen in Paris. :]

Now. Must find out where D-Terminal is in location to B...

The plane sinks...

Reading "Wintergirls" now.

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Landing

That was so ridiculous.
The plane
Shuddered

Jumped

Threw up
It was heaving.

I tried to read.
It got so bad that I had to look out the window and ponder my eminent doom.

Focused on life below.

Saw Lake Granbury.
Big
Big
Houses,
with
Big
Big
Yards.
Most with pools.
One was white with emptiness.

I see a big 747.
Where will it land?
I don't see a... oh... there's the runway.
Now it's zooming past us.
"China Cargo".

What the Hell do we want from China?

Let's Play a LoveGame...

I think I've hit that little speedbump everyone keeps talking about...

And My blog's become a list-space...

1. Let's play a lovegame
2. If you want love
3. If you want fame
4. Such a dirty song
5. ugh
6. Lady Gaga
   
7. I like her songs
8. They're catchy
9. Yet dirrrrrrty
10. But here, applicable
11. Really, boys, let's play a lovegame!
12. Do you want love?
    
13. Or do you want fame?
14. God I'm depressing.
15. Anywho
16. New List!

Today I:

1. Toured Texas Tech
2. Officially
3. Liked the Philosophy and English building...
4. It's gorgeous
5. The student center is also really swell
6. But the rest?
7. eh.
8. bleh
9. I'm not entirely sold yet
10. I don't think I like Lubbock that much...
11. Happy William?
12. Also set in on a Mock trial
13. the prompt was ridiculous.
14. who is seriously going to get arrested for flicking someone off!
15. The other guy was the one threatening to pull out a gun!
16. gah!
17. Justice?!

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1. I wore my new clothes from Buckle...
   
2. The skirt kept blowing up
3. How was I supposed to know it was going to be windy today?
4. I forgot.
5. I'm in the Panhandle
6. I get to go the Denver tomorrow
7. hurrah
8. And I am planning on having a much more upbeat blog soon.
   
9. Lol.
10. I miss my friends.
11. All of them.
12. And I am sleepy.
13. But there are so many thoughts whirring around in my head.

• Neverland
• My Conscience
• College
• That ridiculous LoveGame song
• Lady Gaga was the inspiration for my fashion shoot next Spring
• I just realized that.
  
• I got a load of heavy books today from Barnes and Noble.. I may have to ship them all..

1. I am jaded about men in general.
2. Sad, isn't it?
3. Divorce sucks.
4. I don't want to play a Love Game

With as much sincerity as possible, and a promise to be more cheery in the future,

Raina*

Alice Has Been Trying Too Hard to Give Herself Good Advice...

Gah... things are so CrAzY...


I feel like a crazy person, at least.
Maybe I should organize myself.... :

1. I have a boyfriend.
   
2. I love my boyfriend.
3. But
   
4. Other people want to be my boyfriend.
5. Or my "Friend"
   
6. On more or less friendly terms.
7. Ew.
8. Texas Tech is nice...
   
9. Should I go?
10. I'd be in good company.
11. Then again... maybe it'd be better to go to SFA
12. Because of boyfriend
13. Is that cliche?
14. Really?
15. My Best friends are not with me.
16. Gretchen-dear is in Paris. :(
17. Autumn-dahling is in Dallas.... without me there....
    
18. ???
19. Oh the irony
20. I think this has become more of a thought organizer than list...
21. Anywho...
22. I miss home.
23. already
24. Where will home be?
25. Peter doesn't want me in in Neverland
26. Well, if he does, he is in folly.
27. *sigh*
28. Spent a gagillion dollars on beauty products today.
29. wow, yes, we can say it.
30. I like 17 magazine.
31. Katy Perry rocks
32. I like Nylon magazine.
33. PLASTISCINES
34. Twitter is really addicting.
35. I'm starting to feel like Alice is my alter-ego.
36. I knew Art was a bad idea
37. I miss my part-time lover, full-time friend person.
38. He's amazing.
39. He wrote this lovely little travel log in the Caribbean... very nice...
40. I hate high school
41. Yes
42. I am in high school
43. a Senior
44. hurrah
45. bleh....
46. I am a stupid Wendy.
    

This isn't profound.
This isn't at all interesting.
In fact,
not cute
or brilliant
or poetic.
I am sorry.
Perhaps I haven't been too honest on my blog.
I am a very uninteresting person.
Who blogs on a whim...
That is,
well,
because,
I'm whimsical.

Is that a bad thing?

Well, off to wash my face with my new Neutrogena buzzer thing... hmmm this shall be interesting....


Today:

• My nails are green.
• I wore a shirt with Animal from the Muppets on it.
• I tried a new make-up style with rather orange-ish results.
• I re-read July issue of Seventeen for the third, rather bored, time.
• Making the conclusion that I need to work out.
• Became a fan of that minty CoverGirl lipgloss...
• Hate my Retainers.
• Am upset that they just came out with an EnV3... I just bought the damn EnV2. Wtfuzz?
• Listened to Love Story by Taylor Swift waaaaay too many times
• I'm just depressed.

To all the people who actually read this blog, I am sorry it is out of sorts today.

Nightmares in Neverland

As she raised the twisted dagger to the sky, to the second star to the right, to the oncoming morning, she shouted, "Children do not remain so for long!" And, her mind made up, and with tears coursing down her cheeks, she brought down the wicked blade. It pierced not her flesh, but her soul; her Shadow, and the pain her flesh should have endured was not, for the screaming, writhing thing she ripped from herself endured all. The Shadow of whom she once was. And as she gazed in triumph at what she thought to be her freedom, she realized in dawning horror that she had destroyed herself:

She had ceased to Be.

And in that cruel knowledge, she collapsed to the floor, with the pierced soul; her Shadow, still writhing - still screaming- clutched in her hand. Soon, the boy she had loved and had waited for came to her window and into her room. As he tried to embrace her icy form, she woke, and pushed him away with a cutting, adult-like stare. She rose, gazed coldy at her former self, and walked away. Away from her past, away from her childhood, away from the magic... leaving the boy who would never be a man, who loved her still, to wonder all the possible meanings of darkness. He went back to the world from which he had come, the one of magic and flight, leaving his Shadow forever behind in hers...

And all who saw her, and all who saw him, from then on, knew:

They have ceased to Be.

Wendy woke with a start.

"PETER!!!"