Sunday, December 6, 2009

Dear Ben,

Thanks for following my blog. I don't think your a creep.

Monday, October 19, 2009



A.K.A. The Dinosaur, That Old Thing, Mrs. Jink, etc.

I am convinced that her mission in life is to make me miserable.
I if I hear, "take out your grammar work books and turn to page XX" one more time I might kill myself. Might I add that this is all said in the strongest southern accent imaginable.
WHY DOES SHE MAKE US READ SO MANY STORIES ABOUT DEATH?! I mean jeez! We've read like 7841287 stories since the begining of the semester and they all revolve around death. Maybe she feels she can relate to them since she is old. I don't know. But its driving me nuts!
Oh, and by the way. THE KID'S NAME IS TYLER! NOT TY! He does not wish to be called Ty. That is not is name. It's really not that hard to figure out. TY-LER! TWO SYLLABLES!
ugh. I might not make it through one more class period.

Monday, September 7, 2009

I just wanna rock.

I'm so tired of stressing. And trying to please people. I just wanna play music, and be happy. I just wanna have fun.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

I'm going to pop.

Have you ever had that feeling, where you're so full, and you feel as if you're bursting at the seems? That is my current feeling. I can't even move. I feel bad for eating that much. Is that a sin? I mean i ate a whole lot, but i hadn't really eaten all day. Oh, the world may never know. I will burn off all the extra fat at pre-nerd camp tomorrow anyway. Wish me luck :)

Fun Times.

Never in my entire life did I think it could possibly be that hard to work at McDonalds. But Homegirl changed my mind. I really don't understand why it took her 15 minutes to take 3 people's orders, but it did. They weren't even complicated orders, WHAT THE HECK!? And really, lady, I think talking to the freaking machine is going to help. Because it totally has ears and a brain and can comprehend what you're saying. This is my reminder to go to college.

"Quinn! Did you spill your gatorade just so you could use the SHAMWOW?"


Ben Gibbard is a musical genius. If every musician in the world died and all I could listen to for the rest of my life is Ben Gibbard's voice, I would be satisfied. Death Cab for Cutie is pretty great. Transatlanticism is my favorite album ever. You should listen to it.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Crazy people who make people want to go to hell.

I attented Rock the River Tour a couple of weeks ago in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Bands such as Flyleaf, Red, Hawk Nelson, Mary Mary, and others performed. The event was put on by Franklin Grahm. It was an awesome experience. Jesus was there.

But then, there's these "christians" standing out side with signs and big mouths screaming at people walking by about how God is not pleased with them because rock music is of the devil. Yeah, that makes since, because Flyleaf, Red, Hawk Nelson, and Mary Mary all have satanic meanings behind their lyrics. You know, and they don't reach out to millions of young people on a daily basis, or share the love of God through their music. So clearly it must be of the world.
Well guess what! The internet is of the world, smart ones. So maybe you should reconsider uploading your stupid videos because it might send you to hell. Do yourself, and everyone else a favor and just log off. You give Christianity a bad name. You give Jesus a bad name. You give love a bad name.

First Post

So, I've never done this before. But I decided to start blogging because i always have alot on my mind, and i don't always have someone to listen. I like to rant, mostly about people. That is actually the point of this post. Stupid people. So, here we go.

I don't think that retarted people should be allowed to instant message. Like, seriously. If you don't know someone, at all, and they don't care to know you, why do you feel so compelled to IM them 6 billion times in a row until they answer you? I mean, I have better things to do than to talk to you. I could scrub my toilet, or trim my grandpa's toenails, or scrape gum off the gym floor with my teeth. What is most annoying, is when the moron doesn't even have anything intersting to say. So the conversation goes like this:
Moron with no life: heyy gurl wuts up
Moron with no life: hey you there?
Me: i was busy. lay off.
Moron with no life: oh my bad wuts up
Me: nothing.
Moron with no life: oh that sucks how ya been
Me: good.
Moron with no life: oh thats good ive been good to.
Me: good for you.
Moron with no life: so what do you want to talk about
*it appears that jadeifred is offline*
Moron with no life: hello?

Ok, so get a clue. I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU! Don't ever talk to me unless you have something in mind that you would actually like to talk about. Also, make sure you have a maturity level greater than a 6 year old. And most importantly, put a freaking shirt on. Nobody wants to see your attemt at being manly, because you're still gay. You don't have a six pack, you're fat.

I do not exist to cure your boredom. Leave me alone.