tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82766398225905898442024-03-13T19:50:55.485-07:00Reality CheckHere's a slice of reality: life isn't a fairy tale. You can't wait for Prince Charming to charge up on his white steed. Try kissing a few frogs first--hey, they may be better kissers than the prince.speedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276639822590589844.post-43960601022566640852011-06-10T12:06:00.000-07:002011-06-10T12:07:09.467-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiaGK1puW8o/TfJrREQGeEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1DytKdDaCUA/s1600/19043_1302484235656_1036968312_908873_1710660_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiaGK1puW8o/TfJrREQGeEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1DytKdDaCUA/s320/19043_1302484235656_1036968312_908873_1710660_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616669626227652674" /></a>speedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276639822590589844.post-69958431581938127632011-06-10T11:50:00.001-07:002011-06-10T11:51:21.823-07:00polyvore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99z1vVLyiY4/TfJnoi8KfUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/gADtLY6rqaw/s1600/hair.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99z1vVLyiY4/TfJnoi8KfUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/gADtLY6rqaw/s320/hair.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616665631556009282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ywo-SrNS44k/TfJnlAJnRAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sdTZEv5YDHU/s1600/new%2Bhair.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ywo-SrNS44k/TfJnlAJnRAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sdTZEv5YDHU/s320/new%2Bhair.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616665570677572610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SqE1vOIJUo/TfJne7n6HxI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YWMJgQZoN8A/s1600/sky%2Bface.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SqE1vOIJUo/TfJne7n6HxI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YWMJgQZoN8A/s320/sky%2Bface.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616665466383245074" /></a>speedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276639822590589844.post-39254149823637484282008-08-28T20:08:00.000-07:002008-08-29T13:07:46.728-07:00CharadeHas anyone read the "Clique" series? Seriously, raise your hands. I'll raise mine too, just to make you feel better. But I won't be lying. Because I <span style="font-style:italic;">have</span>, actually. And I actually like the books. Tons of drama for preteens, but isn't that what we all want in life? Oh, yeah, that plus a million dollars, a huge home in New York, and designer clothing.<br /><br />These girls--the Pretty Committee--have it good.<br /><br />But let's think for a second. Is that even <span style="font-style:italic;">real</span>? I mean, as much as I'd love to be the fabulous daughter of a rich batch of testosterone, I'm sadly a poor--okay, middle class--bamf with more knowledge about anything than what they have in their Revlon Red toenails.<br /><br />Lisi Harrison may be qualified as a genius in the teenage mind, but I don't think she compares to Einstein. Or myself. But I'm just being a self-centered bitch now.<br /><br />I have no drama today, nor do I have any high school tips. Get your lazy ass away from your computer and get a life. You're reading some random chick's blog when you could be shopping, eating, or even playing a freaking game. Yeah, you don't have a life, do you?<br /><br />Peace to my homiegees.<br />xoxo Speedspeedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276639822590589844.post-15127662366532055812008-08-27T21:53:00.001-07:002008-08-27T22:06:20.694-07:00GuessIs it just me, or is it inching closer to the end of summer? AKA, the beginning of fall. Or, for those under the age of drivers permits, scholarships, majors, and degrees, it's known as <span style="font-style:italic;">that</span> time of year. Why, yes, the season where teachers and homework lurk. Very evil, especially if you still have your mom pack diagonally-cut peanut butter sandwiches.<br /><br />Yummy? Try filet mignon next time.<br /><br />Now, before you start whining about the fact that your locker is too small or your hair is too short, let's think of the <span style="font-style:italic;">good</span> things in life. Yes, I do mean the fact that the hot senior in the back of the room is checking you out.<br /><br />Newsflash: Freshmen? Yeah, don't try dating seniors. They only want one thing. Yes, it <span style="font-style:italic;">does</span> only have three letters. Think I'm wrong? Go ahead. Ask your older brother.<br /><br />Now I need to ask myself <span style="font-style:italic;">why</span> I'm giving so much high school advice. A little bird told me that freshmen should fend for themselves and cause less drama.<br /><br />Hmm. Drama? Yeah, I'd rather have that.<br /><br />Oh, dear, I forgot to give you the latest in the 310 area code. Not that anything big is happening. If it were, it would be headlining this page. It isn't? Well slap my bottom and call me Betsy.<br /><br />Actually, don't. I'll just tell you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">J</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">N</span> are still together, despite their flirtatious demeanor. <span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span>, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Z</span>, and <span style="font-weight:bold;">T</span> getting lockers together. Still in that love triangle? Let's hope not. <span style="font-weight:bold;">D</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">T</span>, back to being BFFLs? Even while <span style="font-weight:bold;">R</span> is shunning <span style="font-weight:bold;">D</span>?<br /><br />Someone wants out of the social scheme, it seems.<br /><br />Last but not least, dutiful <span style="font-weight:bold;">S</span> parading around the campus...with her mom. Drop her, and you may survive.<br /><br />Now I'm off to get my beauty sleep. Early, isn't it? You should too, unless you want to be late for school. And no, I'm not just talking to the kiddies stuck in zero period.<br /><br />Peace to my homiegees.<br />xoxo Speedspeedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276639822590589844.post-45136465244304803752008-08-08T09:29:00.000-07:002008-08-08T09:41:26.110-07:00EegadsWell, howdy.<br />Ew, did I say <span style="font-style:italic;">howdy</span> and actually <span style="font-style:italic;">mean</span> it? Let's try this again.<br />Hi. Yes, that's better. Let's start the day off with something a little different. Is it just me, or is life where I live completely and utterly lame?<br />Oh, wait. I'm sorry. That's you.<br /><br />Now, for the real deal. <span style="font-weight:bold;">How to Survive High School</span>. Because everyone knows that it's hell on earth. I might as well add middle school into this, seeing as the "supercool eighth graders" seemingly turn into dorky freshmen.<br />And everyone hates freshmen.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Rule number 1</span>: Please don't make a scene in the middle of the hallway with your friends. No one gives a damn about how happy you and your "boyfriend" are. And don't call him your boyfriend until he can actually drive you somewhere.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Rule Number 2</span>: Don't talk to upperclassmen. Just don't.<br />Rule number 3: Stick to your own style. Don't try to look all "NYC" because nobody will care. Try to blend in, and you won't get thrown into a trashcan.<br /><br />Have you heard the latest news in the South Bay area? No? Well I have. And don't go sucking up to me about it. I'll tell you.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">N</span>'s and <span style="font-weight:bold;">S</span>'s former cross country/track coach was thrown in prison. Why? He's a pedophile. At least, that's what a little bird told me.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">N</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">J</span> (the taller one) are together. I guess asian guys <span style="font-style:italic;">can</span> get white girls.<br /><br />Now I'm off to get myself a croissant, and maybe watch a bit of What Not to Wear.<br />Tata chickies.<br /><br />Peace to my homiegees.<br />xoxo Speedspeedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276639822590589844.post-65131853115225608002008-08-07T17:10:00.000-07:002008-08-07T17:27:09.200-07:00Why, Hello ThereHey. Long time no see, right? Let's start this one off with a few wants and needs.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Want</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">means</span> something desired.<span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Need</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">means</span> something required.<br />For example, every teenage boy wants to get laid. Every teenage boy <span style="font-style:italic;">needs</span> a good tube of deodorant.<br /><br />Now let's go for something new. No need to go all Gossip Girl on you, but really, what's life like without a teeny dose of drama? And, no, I'm not talking about the fact that old Mr. Donovan is currently watering his plants while wearing nothing but a Speedo.<br />Meet the girls of LA: <span style="font-weight:bold;">N</span>, our resident flirt. LA princess? I think not. Then we have the studious <span style="font-weight:bold;">S</span>. Is it just me, or does this girl never seem to have time on her hands? <span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> comes next as the resident sweetheart. And lastly, there's <span style="font-weight:bold;">R</span>, the bad girl.<br /><br />Sightings:<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">N</span> is flirting up a storm with <span style="font-weight:bold;">J</span>. Thought you were over him? <span style="font-weight:bold;">K</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> are making googly eyes at each other--summer fling?<br /><br />And now for a relaxing game of tennis. Or maybe just a smoothie.<br /><br />Peace to my homiegees.<br />xoxo Speedspeedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276639822590589844.post-89841691190919016342008-05-15T18:17:00.000-07:002008-05-15T18:23:12.288-07:00Bet On ItI'm listening to that song now. It's quite catchy, despite Zac Efron's obviously choreographed dancing.<br />HSM is so cliche.<br />Grease is the REAL High School Musical. Even if HSM is a little more...well...child-friendly. I mean, it's got Vanessa Hudgens, whose nude pics floated on the web. And then at the end of HSM 2 there is Miley Cyrus--I mean Girl by the Pool. Yeah. She's 15, but she has her own promiscuous photos flying all over Google. Go figure.<br /><br />This is quite a short post. I just felt like letting off steam and pissing off a few celebrities and obsessed fans.<br /><br />You can't love me, you can't hate me.<br />Peace to my homiegees.<br />xoxo Speed<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omCFKGhe5j8&hl=en&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omCFKGhe5j8&hl=en&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>speedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276639822590589844.post-10859626920437127972008-05-14T19:59:00.000-07:002008-08-08T09:29:28.444-07:00Can you say Femo?Today's a wednesday. Ick.<br />Today is what some people--meaning my best friend's mom--call a hump day. Personally, I think that name is a little wrong. Who names these things? And who names the whales? And the planets? Because, seriously? Uranus isn't very scientific sounding. It sounds more like a joke about someone's butt.<br />"Thanks to scientist, Ben Dover for his discovery, we can all look up at URANUS now."<br />Haha, very funny.<br />And about the whales--these are some perverted scientists. "Hey, look now! A HUMPback whale."<br />Don't get me wrong--I love perverted jokes. They make the world spin slightly faster. But let's face it, science isn't meant for jokes about butts and other nasty things.<br /><br />Now, here's the real story:<br />I have this friend--let's call her <span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span>. So <span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> is the most innocently preppy person you'll ever meet. Bubbly describes her. Well, bubbly plus hidden fangs.<br />ANYWHO.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> was trying to prove that she could be serious. She tried to prove that she could be emo.<br />And I'm talking the full blown, dark clothing, emotionless, cutting type.<br />Not the type where music is life, so to speak.<br />So today, on May 14, 2008, <span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> walked into school and pretty much model-walked to her locker. And she was in "<span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> Emo" style.<br />Hah. I think NOT.<br />She was wearing jeans with HEART-SHAPED POCKETS. Her nails were PINK. Her hair was clipped up with a SPARKLY HAIR CLIP.<br />She was still...well....the bubbly that is <span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span>.<br />And throughout lunch, she talked in her usual, high-pitched, I'm-in-LalaLand voice. Was she speaking about music? Nooooo. Did she have anything to say about sharp objects? ...Maybe.<br />Kidding, kidding.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> talked about normal stuff: school, guys, why <span style="font-weight:bold;">Little J</span> should get his own lunch.<br />Let's all give a 'round of applause to <span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span>. She tried her best, and life is about trying, right?<br />Wrong.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> proved that even if we try to avoid it, some people can't be of two different...well...cliques. Well, people like <span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> can't, at least.<br /><br />Time to turn in; Friday is my turn to be emo. I'll be wearing my PATD shirt, skinny jeans, and dark converse. Wish me luck.<br />Actually, don't.<br /><br />Peace to my homiegees.<br />xoxo Speed.<br /><br />Thanks to Distance for editing :]speedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276639822590589844.post-91186068581955656842008-05-14T19:29:00.000-07:002008-05-14T19:33:29.861-07:00Hey There Delilahs...Well, howdy.<br />Hola.<br />Aloha.<br />Shalom.<br />Hey.<br /><br />Welcome to Reality Check. I'll feed you information and LOVELY comments about people, places, things, and ideas (gotta love nouns). You, the reader, will respond by either:<br />A) Giving feedback. eg: Yay you are TOTALLY AWESOME person who i don't know!<br />or<br />B) Asking questions: I can give advice. I won't bite. Trust me :)<br /><br />Um.<br />This doesn't count as a REAL post. So let's just call this baby an "Introduction."<br /><br />Peace to my homiegees.<br />xoxo Speed.speedxoxlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903375615426421971noreply@blogger.com0