Two awesome songs I got yesterday. Yes, they are rather randomly unrelated, but whatever. When have you ever known me to be predictable? I like Sonny With a Chance and South Park. I listen to Christian hardcore and the theme song from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Very little about me makes sense on its own, but put together all the pieces fall nice and straight.

I have a voicemail. I should czech it. Right now I'm up here, though. Hm. Well. I think it's from CoCo, but I'm not sure. I need more Petville neighbors! I also need more Farmville neighbors.

Have you seen these pictures?

Wanna see more? Go here.

Isn't she amazing? I absolutely love Jeanna's pictures.

Y'know what else I love? Not having a headache. Except that I do. Rawr. Emily is watching me now. It's making it difficult to think of things to say. Hm. I think I may interview another mannequin soon.

That's all, my little weasels.

Nova.

"It's just a sign..."

"...but in New York you can sell anything as long as it's called art."

Confessions of a Teenage Mannequin: Headless in the Hamptons.

"It was just a few years ago when they took my head. Life has been so difficult since then. People just stare at you all day because they don't think you can see. Just because you don't have a head doesn't mean you don't have eyes!

I guess it could be worse. I've heard that mannequins my age and older have had their arms and legs taken, too. Imagine that. How could I hug my wife? My children? I just hope I don't end up like those poor, unfortunate people."

According to Austin, my brother needs a new hobby that doesn't involve saying weird things when I enter rooms. Although, what I heard was taken out of context. I asked him what exactly he said later. What he said started to make more sense, but I still don't know why he was saying it in the first place.

"It's not Bob, it's a flashlight! CUT THE WIRE!"

That's all, weasels.

Nova.

These Vines, They Trace the Walls

I'm very tired right now. It's 11:37, and I should probably be in bed right now, but I'm not. I'm here. Why? I don't know. I'm in a very down mood. Y'know, not sad, exactly, but not plain old blah either. Somewhere in between. Ah, woe is me. Not really, though. It's my own fault. I could just haul myself up outa this chair and go rest my eyes if I wanted to. I kind of want to. Soon, I think I just might. Although, I may skip the shower. Hey, I'm tired. I can do it in the morning. I do need to get this boy off my lips though.... (you heard nothing you little weasels.)

So Lady Gaga calls her fans in Japan (I think that's the place) little monsters. What if I called you loyal followers my little weasels? Before you say no, look at this adorable picture of a weasel:

He's cute, yes? Yes. There we are then. Now, my weasels, I have closed eyes to be catching up to.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

I'm Gonna Buy This Place and See It Burn

He said "I'm going to buy this place and burn it down
I'm going to put it six feet underground
He said I'm going to buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls"

"Oh I'm going to buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires
Because I'm going to buy this place and see it burn
Do back the things it did to you in return."

He said "Oh I'm going to buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh and I'm going to buy this place, that's what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head"

Honey
All the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace

And they call as they beckon you on
They said "start as you mean to go on
Start as you mean to go on"

He said "I'm going to buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside my baby watch the orange glow
Some'll laugh and some just sit and cry
But you just sit down there and you wonder why"

"So I'm going to buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
And I'm going to buy this place, that's what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head"

Honey
All the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace

And they call as they beckon you on
They said "start as you mean to go on
As you mean to go on, as you mean to go on"

"So meet me by the bridge, meet me by the lane
When am I going to see that pretty face again?
Meet me on the road, meet me where I said
'Blame it all upon
A rush of blood to the head'"

I love Coldplay.

Amsterdam

"Stood on the edge, tied to a noose. You came along and you cut me loose. Yea, you came along and you cut me loose."

Pardon Dolly's Aparition

Or, Public Display of Affection. PDA! I really don't like it. The thing is, I'm always in Campbell's arms. The same goes for Davis and Haley. Too much PDA! I really do like being held, but I always feel like someone's watching us. As you can probably tell, my desire for his arms around me much outweighs the paranoia. I tell myself, "No, Lizabeth. Stop it." But do I listen? No. I'd much rather walk around like Danny and Delaney or Ellen and Austin. Dating, but not flaunting it to the world. I feel bad, too, because I know my friends don't appreciate the amount of PDA either. Sure, I've talked to God about it, but I have horrible self-control when it comes to things like that. If you were me, you would understand how huge not having self-control is for me. In almost every other aspect of my life I have tremendous self-control, but when it comes to Campbell, everything falls apart. Lately, I've been thinking about getting a purity ring, just so I can have a physical reminder that God can give me strength to overcome physical desires like that.

I finished editing the song for dance! I'm very proud of myself. I know just how to end this thing.

Make my freakin' day, why doncha?

Is this how you envisioned your post would go, Austin?

That's all, folks!

Nova.

Oh No! It's an Austin-o-saur!

Memories are crazy. Our brains have a capacity that's close to infinity. I've been alive fourteen years, that's 5110 days by the way, and I can remember a good number of them. In addition to just days, there's so much else lodged in there. Two whole languages, hundreds of thousands of people, lyrics, plot lines, melodies. It's amazing. Crazy. Cray-mazing. It absolutely positively absitively posolutely blows my mind. Ah, the human body. God did a good job.

Barbara Streisand

Dude. You know what I want right now? A Popsicle. Don't lie. You know you want one now, too. I wanted ice cream earlier, too. Why didn't Campbell and I get ice cream at Disneyland? We totally should have. I should go get ice cream right now! What on earth am I waiting for? Rah.

BEWARE MORTAL DANGER SNAKES!!!

Ehly and I went internet dress shopping today. My mother is going to be very happy, as will I, because I don't have to shop around for dresses anymore OR listen to my mother nag me. Yay. I'm rather excited for the dance. Mostly because Campbell did something cute and asked me. Never did that actually cross my mind.

Just in case you wanted to see something epic:

(By the way, disregard whatever the title says. Just listen)

The end.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

So Have You Seen That Vitaminwater Commercial?

Y'know, this one:

I feel as though that was yesterday, the epic night that you can barely remember. You have all this stuff now that you have NO IDEA where it came from, and you wake up in the morning feeling like Jell-O. (or at least I did.) It all seems rather surreal. I keep thinking back on it all, and my mind keeps going, "Did I really do that? Did that seriously happen?" That may seem like an over-exaggeration, but I kind of don't think so.

Oh my goodness. We're eighth graders! Are there really only seventeen full days of school left? It's blowing my mind. Summer is just a stone's throw away. Surfing is just a stone's throw away. Camp is just a stone's throw away. The Bro-Am is just a stone's throw away. MGMT is just a stone's throw away. What does S-U-M-M-E-R spell? Epic.

Now I leave you with a song.

It's a rather awesome song, by the way.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

THIS JUST IN:

Justin Bieber ran into a revolving door:

Also, "Electric Feel" is very addictive to play, and textures make me happy.

I'm now going to write about how I became a millionaire, or billionaire, really.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

By the way...

I've told you about Paper Route before, right? Well, they're from Tennessee, which got devastated by a major flood. Being a band, these guys wrote an amazing song about it. Best part? It's completely free. If you want this beautiful piece of free music, you can get it HERE.

Today I Did This

I made a new wallpaper for my computer.

It looks like that. (If you want it to be bigger you should click on it.)

It's actually much simpler than it may look, but it started out so much different than what it ended up being. It may also be one of the best things I've ever made. If you want I could make you a wallpaper, too.

Oh, confidence. I don't actually have as much as I make out to. Everyone says I'm good at this and that and such, but I know people who are so much better than me. It's hard to have confidence when you know you really aren't as good as some people, no matter how much other (rather ignorant) people tell you that you are talented. It's not that I don't think I'm talented, I do, it's just that I'm not as talented as you think. That wallpaper, my pictures, my grades, my singing, my bass, I'm not as good as you, or I, think I am. You can compliment me and try to make me feel better all you want, I know what I do about what I do, and I know you're wrong.

Now everyone's going to be annoyed at me for not appreciating what I can do. Put a sock in it, I'm not really in the mood to hear.

See ya,

Nova.

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!"

- A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III, Scene II.

Racism?

I honestly don't understand racism. At all. How can people think that they're better than someone else just because of where they come from? That's not the confusing part, though. People aren't born racist. It's kind of a known fact that children don't care what colour their friends skin is, or what their religion is, for that matter. I've heard countless stories of people who had African-American friends before the civil rights movement, and, at the time, they didn't understand why their parents said they weren't allowed to see that person. Kids don't develop a racist attitude till they get to the age where their parental influence really starts to affect them. The only way to really combat racism is to stop teaching our children that way. They're our tomorrow. Not literally, y'know. Like, when we're old.

Stupid media! Corrupting our youth!

That's all, folks!

Nova.

"How now, spirit! Whither wander you?"

-A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, Scene I

HEY.

http://slowsteadyrevival.blogspot.com/

go there.

I'm a Stitch Away

"...from making it, and a scar away from falling apart, apart."

Fall Out Boy is the only band that I've ever met that released the bonus tracks from their record as a separate EP. This means I don't have to buy two copies. I am happy.

I have red hair now.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

The Carpal Tunnel of Love

I thought today was going to be amazing. I thought that I was finally going to do the thing I love and be good at it, but no. Instead, this has been one of the worst days I've had in a very long time. All my problems seemed to happen on the same day:

Campbell and I are fighting.
Something stops me from playing music.
My family doesn't appreciate me.

I don't understand. My relationship with God has gone in amazing directions, so then all this crap happens? Is this God challenging me like my DC leader prayed for? I can't handle this! Where did my easy life go? I was floating on freaking air! I wasn't the one with the problems, I helped the people with problems. What am I supposed to do now? I haven't dealt with anything like this in so long that it's hard to remember how to take care of it.

This is not how I imagined spending my sixth month anniversary with Campbell.
Or my talent show performance night.
Or my Friday in general.

There's still some light at the end of the tunnel though. Amy is here. I have Fall Out Boy on. Something else was good today. Tomorrow will be better, and if it isn't, someone's going down.

I've had enough for now. Goodnight children.

See ya,
Nova.

I... I Just...

I can't handle it.
I just can't handle it.
What is God trying to say to me?
I get so, so close!
I could feel it in my fingers. I had it!
Oppurtunity!
But things change.
I don't want to be another girl who does that thing that everyone else does!
I had something different, something special.
When was the last time you saw THAT?
I thought so.
The visions were wrong. The dream isn't real.
Just give it up while you still can.

But who am I to complain?
I have food.
Water.
Clothes.
Shoes.
Parents who love eachother.
Brains.
Looks.
My life is perfect in almost every way.
What right do I have to complain about nothing?
I am beyond lucky.
In a way, I've won the lottery of life.

But I'm still not happy.

Bananas

Banana Faces
Originally uploaded by {super}nova

I drew faces on them.

http://www.givesmehope.com/

Wish on THAT Why Doncha?

It's 12:12 AM right now. Why don't people wish on that? There's really no reason not to. Except that now it's 12:14 AM. You really shouldn't wish on that.

I have a headache. It may be because I'm still awake, or because I'm rather dehydrated. I actually get dehydrated a lot. I really should drink more water, but I don't. Why? I'm lazy. Duh.

Instead of getting water I'm uploading videos to Facebook. When you get the chance you should go watch them. One is of Mari and Cole, another is of Davis, and the rest are from Sumo for Seals. It's actually not that interesting, but I'm bored. How those two thoughts related I don't know, or maybe I do.

So I neglected to mention this in the post where the title actually had to do with iTunes Genius, but I love it. I turned it on the other day, and it's amazing. It makes these littles mixes for you, one of which I've been listening to all day. It's called "Indie Rock Lo-Fi Mix," and, as you know, I love anything with "Indie Rock" in it, or anything that says "Indie," for that matter.

The thing about indie is that you get into indie stuff to be different. You don't like the flow. So, you get in this other flow. There's less people, but it's still a flow. There aren't that many original ideas nowadays. Sure, you can try to come up with something completely new and different, but there isn't much out there that is. There are a few things, though. The Red Hot Chili Peppers are one. Have you ever heard anything that sounds remotely like them? I sure haven't. MGMT is another band that I haven't heard much like.

Who cares what's different, though? What's the real need for that big fresh idea? I like what I have, and it's not like I'm tired of it. There's always more being done. People are always taking that old idea and spinning off it. It's not completely fresh and new, but it's different from what was there.

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.

Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.

I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.

You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.

We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.

Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.

Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends

We're fated to pretend

To pretend

We're fated to pretend

To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms

I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world

I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home

Yeah, I'll miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there's really nothing, nothing we can do

Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.

The models will have children, we'll get a divorce

We'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end

We were fated to pretend

To pretend

We're fated to pretend

To pretend

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

That's all, folks.

Nova.

Math?

Originally uploaded by {super}nova

Remember what I said, kids. I want views!

Genius on iTunes Is Awesome.

This is Jonathan Bennett.

I found him today while watching a movie called Van Wilder: Freshman Year. It wasn't such a bad movie, but I definitely would NOT ask you parents if you could see it. I was watching Comedy Central, after all.

After that movie was done, I watched another movie. It was called Idiocrasy. Sure, it was still on Comedy Central, but it was rather smart. It was about a soldier who's part of a project where they froze people then woke them up a year later. Unfortunately, he's forgotten and ends up waking up 500 years in the future. The real problem, though, is that people had evolved backwards, and he was the smartest person on earth. They were so retarded, they had replaced water with a sports drink. All water. Which of course meant they couldn't grow food because they were watering it with what was basically Gatorade. It was kind of scary, cause everything made total sense. It's the retards who are reproducing more than the smart people, and all the good scientists are working on stupid vanities. (That's what led to the de-evolution.) I really don't know what to say next, just that things like that can be prevented. People just need to stop being so stupid.

Dangit I forgot what my real point was, but I think you get it.

The other thing I watched was South Park. It was the episode I missed while I was in Arizona. "You Have 0 Friends." It's funny how much people care about things like Facebook. Hm.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

Music is Amazing

I hope you've been taking the time to actually listen to the songs that I post on here, because there's a reason that I do. I want you to feel the same way I do when I listen to the music. It's incredible. Sometimes, I can't fathom how it all works. For example, take "Kids." All by itself it was a musical phenomenon, but then along comes "Opposite of Adults," which took the song and built on simple music and a simple title, and just when you thought it couldn't get any better!

Music changes people. It likes to eat them, or wrap them up, or cut them to pieces then scatter said pieces across the globe. I don't think that any music can actually be bad. It all came out of someone's brain and turned into a melody. Even if you don't like it, that doesn't mean everyone hates it. It also might mean you don't hate it either. Be open to all music! Before you decide you dislike something just because you've heard something similar, listen to it. It may surprise you. It sure has surprised me.

"If you're not crying, why are you singing it?"

-Jon Foreman.

See ya,

Nova.

Love That Dog

I wrote a poem for you, but it didn't look very good because the computer screwed up my spacing. I will write it out and post a picture later, then you can see.

For now, listen to this song. It's awesome.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

Say Goodbye

Originally uploaded by {super}nova

Am I Not Trustworthy?

Really? Am I not? Only because I have a boyfriend, and you think I'm gonna tell him? That kind of pisses me off. Y'know, if I had been told, and I had been specifically told not to tell ANYONE, I wouldn't have! Seriously. I am insulted. And pissed. Before, I was slightly annoyed at how melodramatic the whole situation is, but then I had this little realization, and now I am mad.

I was talking to Ehly about our own mini soap opera, but this isn't scandalous. It's rather pathetic. It lost it's scandal a few seconds after I was told what happened, but not everyone tends to be as rational as me. Oh! The human condition.

Unnecessary stress on EVERYONE, that's what it is. Let's take some deep breaths.
In...
1...
2...
3...
Out...
1...
2...
3...
Repeat that at least 3 more times.
Now- let's talk it out. GO!

Wait. You're not open to talking? Hm. This isn't going very well.

I'm tired this. I don't think I'm going to school tomorrow.

See ya,
Nova.

The Raven

One Day I Was Abandoned
Originally uploaded by {super}nova

If you haven't seen these photos, I highly suggest you look through my photostream, and PLEASE look at the photos themselves. If you don't, they don't get views. I kind of need those.

I *heart* Volcom

It may be my favourite clothing brand. I also like RVCA, but Volcom is much more important right now because they have a Volcom outlet at the Desert Hills Outlet Mall that I went to with my mom on Friday. I frackin' love that store oh my gosh. It was playing awesome music AND there was a gay (I'm pretty sure) guy in there who was hell-bent on finding me an outfit, specifically jeans that fit. (The thing about outlet stores is that there's a low selection.) He couldn't find any, but I learned why Lindsay wants a gay guy friend to go shopping with so much. Now I want one, too. But NOT Eric E. He's not a fun gay boy.

I also bought some sunglasses at the outlet mall. If you go to my school you can see them on Monday.

We have to write graduation speeches. I don't want to, but I have to. I don't want to audition, but I'm pretty sure I'll need the extra credit. I was planning to throw my audition, but Ehly just told me her brother tried to do that, and he got picked anyway. Hm. I'm still going to do that anyway.

My head hurts.

That's all, folks!

Nova.