Prom vs. Anti-Prom

Prom: A gathering of juniors and seniors (very rarely underclassman)
It's an event where they can dance and enjoy the last month of high school.
It's an overly hyped up night for virgins, if you know what I mean.
Our Prom is in Hollywood this year at a club that was supposedly "shot up" a year or two ago. Having Prom in Hollywood is, to me, a little inconvenient because no one lives anywhere near LA.
The unpopular kids are nominated as Prom King and Queen and then are told that they were only nominated as a joke.

Anti-Prom: A gathering of seniors
They can eat a dinner and hang out
No one is pressured to have sex or get wasted
It would be conveniently placed at someone's house closer to the school
No one would have to deal with the humiliation of being made fun of

I dont know which to choose...
I was thinking of hosting a themed party at my house for my friends who can't go to Prom. I don't have any ideas for any good themes, though.

I'm hosting a dinner party next month and everyone who shows up has to act like a celebrity, character, or whomever they wish to be. I'll most likely be Martha Stewart just because... I don't have a good reason haha.

I want to thank you guys for commenting on my video project, I really appreciate it. We get to watch them in class tomorrow, so that'll be exciting.

I hope you all had a happy Mother's Day!

Video Project

My friends and I put this video together to try to explain the why the loss of innocence should be taught in school. 

The opening credits are my favorite, everything else doesn't seem to make much sense.

Shabop Shalom

E. Hemingway

If you know me, I mean if you really know me, you’ll know that I spend a lot of time in front of mirrors. That isn’t because I’m getting ready or checking my outfit or anything important, I just stare at myself. I’m going to be honest, I think I’m pretty nice to look at…usually. So, naturally, I’m going to want to look at my reflection because I find myself attractive and I like to think it builds my character, but thats just me.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking of what my psychology teacher had mentioned about suicide some time ago. He said that women are less likely to inflict harm to their appearance because they want to look good in their coffins, whereas men are more willing to blow their heads off because they just want to get their lives over with.

Well, if you really know me, you would know that I take great care of my face. So if I were to ever commit suicide, I decided that I would go out like Hemingway: I would blow my skull off. If I were to end my life so tragically, then everyone would know that I wasn’t looking for an easy way out; They’d know that I had enough audacity to have taken a gun to my own head and to pull the trigger at my own will. Everyone would know that something awful had to have happened in my uneventful life for me to ruin the one quality that gave me the confidence to feel good about myself. I would hope that when they would see me in Hell, they wouldn’t recognize me for I’d only have half a brain.

Flawless

I blacked out all my mirrors because I can’t stand to look at myself naked anymore. It isn’t because I’m insecure or anything. It’s because I can’t accept the person hidden beneath my clothing… I’m too sinister to comprehend with only the eyes, you see.

Spring Break

I'm on spring break this week which means wet t-shirt contests!
Just kidding, guys.

Anyhoo, I went to the Angels game last Friday and they lost. I didn't know that, though, until we were halfway to the car.

I've been thinking a lot about life and my friends and everyone else, lately. I haven't come to any conclusions, though, but I mean I guess that's good because conclusion means end or something and none of those things are coming to an end... At least not now.

I forgot to say that last Friday I told some girl to fuck herself. I only said that because she called my friend a bitch. I normally don't like using the F-word, but in that moment I felt it was necessary and Rylee thanked me for it. Although, I will admit, I was scared as hell that the girl who I said "Fuck you" to would turn around and walk over to me and start a fight. I thought to myself that if she did do that and wanted to get physical, I'd calmly explain to her that I would love to fight her but I can't because I'm a pacifist. I think she would've understood. But anyway, she didn't try fighting me, but now I'm scared that when I go back to school Monday she's going to start flipping me and my friends off in the hallways.

I read The Catcher in the Rye today! It's such a good book.
I'm in a really good mood, right now. I haven't really said much these past three days, so I'm really glad I can write to you cuties. Ha!

My friend was abducted by aliens. He said he woke up to a screeching noise and that his body was trembling and hurt a lot. I told everyone at school that he was probed up the ass! He didn't appreciated that too much.

This same friend of mine, the one who was probed by aliens, told me to make him my boyfriend on Facebook, to make if "Facebook official". I told him no because the way he said it was rude and made me like him a lot less. So I'm still a single lady :D Except now he's trying to drop hints of why I need him as a boyfriend. Geez, I don't know what to do.

Charlie Sheen

This is my Charlie Sheen impersonation.

Parallelism

Hey, you like music? Check these bands out:
Devendra Banhart
Pokey LaFarge
Dr. Dog
The Antlers

I have these friends, you see, we go out every Friday night and every Saturday morning. We have yet to tumble around and view what's underneath one another's blouses, but I hear that holding hands is better than sex. My friends, we get along just fine. I'm thinking of taking them out for a night on the town...is that how the phrase goes? Oh well, whatever. But my friends,they'ree really great, I just them love them to death. I can't recall a time I laughed so hard to the point I start losing my smile and my eyes squint in an unfriendly manner. They understand, though, they know that it's only a facial expression and nothing more. I'm in love with my friends and I feel blissful when we sit together.

Out of all the flowers in the meadow, I chose you: the most fragrant.
I met someone a week or two ago. He's nice and European.

Sadies is this weekend and I'm going with Christie and Rylee as peas in a pod. The theme is Toy Story.

I'm trying to write this story about a male hooker who talks like Sylvester Stallone in Rocky Balboa.

Fail

So I need to work this video situation out. I have a movie maker program on my computer but it won't recognize all the videos I upload from my camera. Don't worry, though, I'll figure it out.

I made a tumblr and I'm sort of obsessed with it.
http://mandyythomas.tumblr.com/

Well, I'll write more tomorrow. Adiós mis amigos!

Charlie Sheen

"I am on a drug. It's called Charlie Sheen." -Charlie Sheen

My friends and I are obsessed with quoting Charlie Sheen. I don't think we're really in to him as a person, we just like all the stuff that comes out of his mouth.

Also, that Friday song by Rebecca Black. This song is awful. If you haven't listened to this song or seen the music video, you really need to. It's worth making fun of.

I'm thinking of making a video. I don't know if I really want to, but I'm thinking about it.

"Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh."
Can you guess?
Yeah, Charlie Sheen.

Boredom

This is what I do when I'm home alone.

I feel a little lame for posting these, but at least they aren't on Facebook.
The lighting isn't that great either, oh well.

Devendra Banhart- Brindo

This is probably the sexiest music video/advertisement I have ever seen.

Bad romance

I dated this guy, Alex, last November/December. I don't know why, but it really bothered me that he didn't like to go out and do anything with me. But one thing that really made me mad, though, was he asked me for money for his gas. After he offered to come see me and to drive around town looking for things to do. I could understand if I asked him to take me somewhere, but I didn't. So when he dropped me off at home and asked me for "a couple bucks", I turned, smiled, and handed him four dollars. That relationship ended quickly.

This dating scene sucks.

Acacia Park

These are my new friends, Rylee and Christie. We had a good day today eating yogurt, burritos, pizza bread, and lasagna. We also did something not very legal. But seriously, I owe Mr. Mac a thanks for our friendship.