Try Out Your Voice

You’re More the Literal Kind

libbeyinreallife — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 19:00:36 +0000

I’m so terrible at this updating thing. Sigh. I’ve been meaning to update for a week. I’ve just been so tired, and seeing as I usually update at night… I end up falling asleep. Which is kind of stupid considering I stay up ridiculously late, but I’m lazy I suppose.

Summer vacation has started. It doesn’t really feel like it, however. I feel like I have nothing to do–which I really don’t I suppose–and that I should be doing homework. But wait? I don’t have homework because I don’t have school! And then I feel relatively happy. Just this morning, I was having a nap and had a terrible dream. In this dream, I had and essay and another project due this coming Friday for English. It was horrible! Even in the dream I was freaking out, my stress level through the roof. Thankfully, I woke up before I had a major freak attack. And it was a dream! Whoosh. Deep breath and sigh of relief.

So what else? Well, I suppose I technically have three jobs: I clean a house every two weeks; clean my uncle’s business every week; and I will be returning to Polar Palace (my uncle’s ice cream store). Sigh. What have I gotten myself into. Oh well. More money, which I definitely need.

My Blink-182 ticket costs $82.75–I think–and the Green Day ticket will probably be about the same. So I need about $150, which my sister needs too. Not a big deal, not really. I just hate spending large amounts of money at once. Plus, I’ll need to pay gas money and if we get a hotel, pitch in for that. Wooo. I need lots and lots of money. Because I also need a new car. Speaking of: I need my license before I go buy another car. Urgh. Sometimes I just think fuck my life. I’ll probably go again and fail.

Alas… I should probably get ready. Not just for the day, but today is my sister’s grade eight farewell. I also have to swiffer. Insert eye roll here. I’ll probably spend another hour sitting here listening to Backseat Goodbye. C’est la vie.

Asking Forgiveness For Future Mistakes

libbeyinreallife — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 01:42:10 +0000

The summer always brought in that wild and reckless breeze. In the backseat we just tried to find some room to breath.

How I adore The Gaslight Anthem. Why does it feel like I rely on them so much? I honestly believe that “The ’59 Sound” is my favourite album. I stopped listening to it for a while but oh my goodness, it’s so good.

To be quite honest, this entry is really for the sake of updating. It’s been way too long.

Things I love: The Gaslight Anthem, Emily Haines, Londontown, my wonderful cousins who are much too far away, driving (still the passenger, sigh), Louboutins I can’t afford, sneakers, and sleep.

Just ignore me. Most people do.

Three Cups of Tea

libbeyinreallife — Wed, 20 May 2009 20:27:23 +0000

It’s been a while since I’ve updated. I really wish I updated more. And it isn’t even as though I don’t think about it, I’m just a really terrible procrastinator. Honestly, how I manage to get some things done is a wonder to me. Like right now…

I’m actually stressing pretty hardcore right now. I have a five-to-seven page essay due next Thursday, the 28th of May. While the length doesn’t actually scare me, I’m afraid I won’t get it done. Where is my fear rooted from? My procrastination of course. I’ve finally, finally got a good start on it. This is my fourth introduction paragraph and I’m feeling pretty decent about this one. Of course, I needed a break after twenty minutes and decided to blog. Yay for that. The lengths I will go to to avoid homework… I’ve also decided to email back my “pen pal” from France. I’m a terrible correspondent sometimes. She sent me a message on May 8th and I’m only just replying.

Procrastination is bad.
First, you put it off. Then you forget. Then you freak.
Story of my life.

Anywhoo, I really should be getting back to work. But, before I peace out, a word of advice: Don’t drink three cups of tea in twenty minutes. The lessons I learn while avoiding work…

Do Da Da

libbeyinreallife — Sat, 09 May 2009 03:50:11 +0000

So guess what? I’m going to see Green Day on July 7th! And I’m oddly excited. Which is weird because:

It was just earlier today I felt weird about it. Some background? GD was my favourite band in grade 7, 8, and part of 9 too. But then I still loved them, but just stopped listening to them. Then, somethings and some people kind of ruined them for me. Then, in December they were on the cover Alternative Press and I was stoked again. But that wore off.

When the concert was announced, only two hours away from me, I felt bad because now I didn’t have an excuse not to go. If they didn’t come near then I wasn’t going to bother. I mean, I’m not even stoked on their new single. Quite frankly, I won’t jump out and buy the new album either.

But, but, but this afternoon I was thinking about it and got so excited. I’m going to see mother-bleeping Green Day! It’ll be such a blast. Oh mon dieu. So I’ll be going with sister, my bud Logan, her brother, her mom, her aunt and uncle and two cousins, and apparently also her two bandmates. It’s this big happy family thingy. It makes me laugh fairly hard. It’ll be a good time.

Can’t wait!

I (Don’t) Plan On Sleeping In

libbeyinreallife — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 06:30:00 +0000

I have a slight addiction: to bluefly.com. I hadn’t been on it very much for a while. But I just couldn’t help myself tonight. I’m going to refrain from looking at the Louboutins because I know I’ll be just heartbroken if I do. $2000 for a pair of shoes just isn’t in my price range at the moment, unfortunately.
I’ve found some wonderful bathing suits that I want. And really? $80 isn’t too bad for a bathing suit. Oh wait–I have to factor in the $30 f0r shipping and handlings. And what if it didn’t fit?
I’ve found about seven one pieces and nine two pieces that I want. So addicting!

I’m exhausted, but I’m afraid to go to sleep. How lame. I was home alone last night and had no fear of turning off the light and passing out. Now, when I can hear my dad snoring in the next room, I’m afraid of turning off the lights. I hate scaring myself. And it’s books that scare me. Books I tell you!

I really should go to bed. (I swear I have so many entries saying I should go to sleep.) I have to babysit tomorrow. Thankfully, not as early as this morning but I still can’t sleep in hardcore.

Hopefully I can fall asleep. Night world!

I’m a Little Angry

libbeyinreallife — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 19:30:31 +0000

How dare you have the arrogance to spend ten days in England–the country you damn well know I am in love with–and say your trip was “decent”. You’re not that special. You don’t get to act like you’re better than the trip and the people you’re with.

If you didn’t have a good time it’s your own fault and I have no sympathy.

You didn’t deserve it.

I Want a Ticket to Anywhere

libbeyinreallife — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 02:55:41 +0000

Me, myself, I’ve got nothing to prove.

Right now, I’m a little confused. I’m not sure where my head is at. It’s spinning, but at the same time it is resting. I have so many thoughts racing through my brain all I see is a blur of colour. My head aches a bit. None of the thoughts I’m having are coherent because there are so many of them. Maybe this doesn’t matter?

Why do I feel as though I’m wasting away my spring break? I’m not, not really. I spent four days in Edmonton. But now I’m home and school is soon and my world is spinning and I’m just sitting here. Doing nothing. Fuck all. As per usual. Aren’t I darn special?

Luckily for me, I have music. You know when you find a really special song and you listen to it on repeat and it just calms you? Not even necessarily calms you, just… it makes you feel something you need to feel–even if you don’t know what that is. It’s even better when you re-discover a song. I love music. But everybody says that, don’t they? Somehow, I feel like I’m one of those people who cherish it more. More than the average person on the street who knows every song on the radio. Sometimes I forget why I think that.

Then, I remember. I need music, physically and emotionally. Maybe not all the time. But times like now, I need it. So much. And it makes me happy.

I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling that I could be someone

Take your fast car and keep on driving

I Live By The River

libbeyinreallife — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 20:05:15 +0000

This week was supposed to go be quickly. We had two half days, due to Three-Way Conferences and Friday off. But, it’s the slowest week ever! Not even kidding. It kind of sucks too, because I will have had Biology every single day, but English only once. (Technically, twice but there’s an assembly tomorrow afternoon.)

Anyway, I just want this week to end and break to start. Ten days off. It won’t be long enough, but it’ll do. In some ways, I can’t wait for this semester to be done. Mostly just because of a couple classes. At the same time, I’m not looking forward to school going by too quickly because next year is my senior year. I’m not even going to go there right now because I’ll start freaking out.

A nap would be so nice right about now, but I doubt I’ll be able to fall asleep and I have my parent-teacher-student conference in an hour and fifteen minutes. I’m sure it’ll be a good time.

Ugh. Basically this week = suckage.

Poor Mr. Pitiful

libbeyinreallife — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 22:38:39 +0000

I spent my afternoon sleeping. I had intended to do homework, but alas… At least I had a pretty sweet dream about being in Japan. It made waking up disappointing, however. Right now I’m working on a Biology lab. Coincidentally, the last time I was working on a Bio lab I was also writing a blog entry. Except, I was listening to 80′s music then. I’m not now. Just my iTunes.

Oh well. The Gaslight Anthem kind of makes my day anyway.

Oh dear… I feel a rant coming on. I’ll try to resist.

Is it really necessary to spend an entire unit on taxonomy; that is, the naming of organisms. Really? Do you have to make it that difficult? My Biology teacher is frustrating at best. Ugh. I don’t even want to get started.

Basically, I have a shitload of homework to do. Yay for me.

Then She Went to Cleveland

libbeyinreallife — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 20:38:48 +0000

So I used to think I was pretty decent at updating this. Not so much anymore. I’d ideally like to post at least once a week. God know’s I’m on the internet enough to get it done, too.

It’s a kind of lazy Sunday today. I’m watching basketball on my couch, wearing some comfy clothes. BUT, even though I’m just chillin’ I’ve finished a bio assignment and most of a math assignment. I just have some more bio. But I always have more biology. And I always, always hate it. My teacher is the biggest waste of space to ever “teach” me.

What do I still have to do? Make not one, but two beds. Finish my other homework assignment. Pack my bags and go to my dad’s. Urgh. I hate packing on Sunday’s. I probably have to do laundry too.

Time to get at ‘er

P.S. I’ve picked a NBA team. Ohio. I watched them play today (they won) and was like, hey might as well cheer for them. Just because I’m Canadian doesn’t mean I have to cheer for the only Canadian team in the league. No thanks.