A "For Future Reference"

If I ever become famous, I'm dropping the Martinez.
My last name can be Olivia, ........right?
















Love this.
You won't be able to help yourself.

I Want

I just don't understand how I am expected to do all of my homework when there are so many other things that I want to do.


I want to paint.
Murals.
On buildings.
I don't own a building on which to create a mural.

I want to draw with charcoal.
I have a drawing project that I have to do in charcoal.
But I don't want to draw with charcoal in 2 point perspective.
I just want to draw.
Whenever and whatever I want.
But they won't let me.

I want to download about 20 new songs.
I'm tired of my ipod.
It needs an update.
I have so many new favorite songs it's ridiculous.
They need to be listened to.

I want to crochet black gloves for winter.
It's already fall.
I'm running out of time.

I want to go on a picnic with Josh.
I want to pack sandwitches and pudding cups.
Capri Suns and Yoohoos.
But the weekends aren't long enough.

I do NOT want any more rain.
I'm tired of the rain.
I'm tired of the sun.
I want clouds and breezes.
I want to be able to wear a jacket.
And flannel shirts.
Scarves.
Hats.

I want to wear my hats.
All of them.

I want to write poems.
I want to just sit in a room with my new favorite songs playing and write cute little poems.

I want to make video responses.
I want to lip sync to Ani Difranco and show it to Milton.

I want to read books.
I want to read all of the books that Arik lent to me.

I want my hair to be long again.
With no more highlights.
Solid brown.
And long.

I want to take an hour long bubble bath.

I want.





"Mm, What you say? Mm, That you only meant well? Well of course you did."



"We saw the couple in the coma and it was we who were the cliche, but we carried on anyway."


Two of the songs that must go on my ipod asap.
I love them.

I want them.

It is situations like theirs that make me not want to believe:

"I can't, for the life of me, imagine that God would say, 'I will punish you because you are black. You should have been white. I will punish you because you are a woman. You should have been a man. I punish you because you are homosexual. You ought to have been heterosexual.'"

The End.

Taking the Movie Theater Exit

There's something magical about it, don't you think?
You reach for the door, suddenly realizing that you have forgotten what part of the theater you're in.
"Where will this door take me?" you wonder to yourself. "Will it take me to the front, near the entrance? The side parking lot? Oh my! What if it leads to the back?"
It is an absolute mystery! Not only that, but once you open the door you are completely blinded by the sunshine. You have to stand there for a few seconds, shielding your eyes, waiting for them to adjust. And once you are able to focus, you look around trying to decipher where you've ended up. You walk around the theater until you discover a familiar parked car, or tree, or sidewalk.
It's almost like taking your own little, personal adventure.

Children

I have a little something to say on the subject. I have decided that I cannot stand the creatures. Yes, they are cute. Yes, they are small. Yes, they are our precious future.
HOWEVER!

Ever notice that they seem to be EVERYWHERE?!

I mean, don't get me wrong, I have a few cousins whom I love to death. Not to mention that thought of "Awww I want one!" everytime I see a baby. (It doesn't last long, I promise...It's more of a quick slip of the mind which is quickly replaced by "Ahhh what did I just think to myself?!?!?") But it just seems like there are more and more of them popping up everyday. It is becoming impossible for a group of friends to take a day and go somewhere without having to worry about being trampled upon by tens of thousands of small lifeforms. As Josh observed on one such trip to the zoo, "Woah, I almost sat on a small child." That is just the problem. These kids have absolutely no respect for personal boundaries. Yeah, yeah, yeah, they're kids. They don't know any better. But really? How do these children, between someone's thought process of "Hey! A bench! Next to the penguins! I'm gonna sit down!" and the act of them actually sitting, have enough time to sneak attack said bench and plop themselves down on it. Not to mention the fact that they pretty much take over EVERYTHING. I know, the zoo is for the young ones. The animals are for them to enjoy. Umm. HELLO? I want to see the animals, too! And not only do I have to stand on my tip-toes to see through the massive sea of mini-humans, but I also have to worry about whether or not the animals are even visible through the millions of tiny handprints, and fistprints, and FACEprints.

Let's be serious here. I ain't blamin' the kids....too much. But hey parents. You see your kids in everyone's way. You see your kids banging on the glass. You see the oversized gorilla with the eyes of death running at your child.
Why don't you do anything?
Not to mention the statues. Those statues they have of all the little animals. The ones that mothers love to shove their kids on so they can take pictures for their Christmas cards. F.Y.I. to all mothers (and fathers for that matter) out there. BIG KIDS LIKE THEIR PICTURES TAKEN, TOO! So yeah, you can take your child's picture all you want. But WHY do you insist upon letting them climb and hang from the statue for fifteen minutes when you KNOW good and well that there is a winding line waiting for your brat to get off. Sure, there are some parents who do the lame attempt. Ex:
Parent: "Okay little Johnny, it's time to get off."
Little Johnny: "No."
Parent: "No, you need to get off there's people waiting."
Little Johnny: "NO!"
Parent: ....
And so, the parent continues to stand there until their child gets bored.
SERIOUSLY?!?
Good luck winning the parent of the year award at Little Johnny's elementary school.

Bottom line?
Children and I do not get along.
Thank you.
Have a pleasant and child free day.

I'll be there...except you aren't...

Michael Jackson was going to be my Elvis. I missed the chance to see the King of Rock and Roll (Due to the fact that I wasn't born), but I was going to see the King of Pop. Now it's too late. I missed my chance. I will never get to see the moonwalk in person. I know, I know there are a lot of people out there who can moonwalk. But I wanted to see THE moonwalk. It was his. It was Michael's. No one can do it like Michael. No one ever will do it like Michael.

I never even finished learning the Thriller dance. I figured as long as I got it down by this Halloween it would be okay. But it's not. I didn't even learn the Thriller dance before its creator died.

And it doesn't matter how many times the news brings up the "controversial issues" of his life. To me, Michael Jackson will always be a genius. <3

“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”
-Michael Jackson

i love it.

Hundreds of people gathered at University of Toronto's Hart House with candles last night to mourn the loss of Iranian students.

The Taking of Pelham 123

Even when John Travolta is a crazy man trying to kill people....I still love him.

What I have gained from watching this movie:
1) I will think twice before I EVER get on the subway.
2) Amy, Ian, and I have a new greeting for each other: "GARBER!"

Kitties and Fortune Cookies

Today my fortune cookie said: Use your abilities at this time to stay focused on your goal. You will succeed.

That sounds real nice.
I just don't know what my goal is.

Today is also my kitty's Birthday.
He's OLD.
Ten years old.
And my mommy bought him a pretty new collar with a bowtie as a Birthday present.
He looked so handsome and sophisticated.
Took about four years off of him.

See^
He looked so cute.
And next thing I know he's ripped the bow clean off.
So much for cute and sophisticated.
Good job Flower.
I'm glad you're so fond of your present.

Happy Birthday!

Tyler Oakley's 10 Things.

Tyler Oakley made a video of the top 10 things he wants to do before he dies.
I think this is a pretty nifty idea.
In fact, I think I'll make one of my own.
That's my next project.
Katie Martinez's 10 Things.
I just have to think of 10 things first...

Dentists.

Dentists are terrible people.
Terrible, terrible, dishonest, money-swindling people.
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