Well, the fantastic helen melon and sunshine gave me this. If you don't think they're totally wonderful, BLAH to you(:

the rules are:

1. List your ten favourite songs on your iPod.
2. State the colour of said iPod.
3. Sass the award onto eleven fellow music loving bloggers.

Let's get this show on the road. My iPod is a baby-blue Nano. The little square kind.

1. Mountains- Buffy Clyro
2. Stolen- Dashboard Confessional
3. Run- Snow Patrol
4. Book of Days- Enya
5. Full Moon- Sonata Artica
6. Forever- Fireflight
7. Walking the Dog- Fun.
8. Misguided Ghosts- Paramore
9. Turn It Off- Paramore
10. For Blue Skies- Strays Don't Sleep

If you have any awesome songs, put 'em in the comments(:

Now, onto the bloggers. I don't know that many people, so I'm just gonna put 6 :P.

1. Sarah- Aim High. Fall Gracefully.
2. Andy- Breaking Through
3. Madz- c h a o s t h e o r y
4. Mona- she smiles with me
5. Violet- Shrinking Violet
6. Cammie- Turn It Up To 11

Some of you may not know me, because I don't comment a lot, but I read you blogs every day.

OhMyGodithinkiamgoingtokillmyself

So much food. To many calories to count. Bursting at the seams.

The Worst Day of the Year is coming up, and I sit here and ponder what my family will think of me when they come over and watch me gorge myself. I'm pretty sure they'll think I'm disgusting, I know I do. This is what happens when you have a professional trainer for a father, and nutritionist for a mother, and a beauty for a sister. Lovely.

Anyways, I've been a terrible blogger to you all. Thanks to Fede, Helen, and Andy for being so fantastic and commenting on my angsty-teenager rants. You all are truly wonderful(:
How have you all been lately?

"You full?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, you look like it."

Thanks, mom.

1 cup Obnoxious People
1 1/2 cups Heat
2 cups Extremely High Shrieking that some people call laughter
A dash of Terrible Classes

Stir in Ridiculously Long Softball Practice

Pour into brain.

Makes the worst headache ever. 1 serving.
...
Story of my life.

Happiness

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now.

Happiness, by Urban Dictionary: A small metal hinged box with pointy edges, wrapped with barbed-wire and hidden in a dark room full of electric eels, razorblades, piles of salt crystals with fans behind them and random pools of lemon juice.

And I will go through all of that shit to get it.

What's in the box? Nobody knows, except that it may or may not be a number that is ever-changing, like a demented, shape-shifting monster. It's twisting around in my dreams, getting lower and lower until it is nothing at all. Blurring like a person's future, something that a bogus gypsy at a carnival will tell you.

What's your definition?

A Little Late, I Hope It's Okay

So, no post yesterday. I was going to, but I was like, "But it's Mommy's Day... eh."
I really do love my mother quite a bit(:

Went for a walk with E yesterday, down to my old elementary school. So many memories, of a time where there wasn't a girl that wanted to see her bones and disappear. It was a good day.

So, today was just about miserable. No breakfast, everything at lunch. So ashamed, I feel like I'm about to cry. Added unhappiness with M, little bitch.
"You treat me just like another stranger/
Well it's nice to meet you sir/
I guess I'll go/
I best be on my way out"

The new Paramore CD, Brand New Eyes, is fantastic. My current favorites are Careful, Ignorance, Playing God, Turn It Off, and Brick By Boring Brick. Fantastic(:

Going for a walk with E and C later. Have a good day(:

There Are Days When I'm Not Okay

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May

23 more days, 23 more days, 23 more days.

And what I mean by all this is that there is 23 more days until the BIG DAY. The day where my entire family gathers around my kitchen table, sings the hated song that marks you become a teenager and leaving my child-self behind, and Grandma makes you a delicious fucking cake.

Yeah. My birthday.

So, I have roughly 2- 2 1/2 weeks to get skinny. Fuck. My. Life. Mis Dios, that's not a lot of time.
Voy a estar delgada! I will be thin!

Note to self: Exercise, fast- but not so much that my body goes into starvation mode, saltwater flush(ew).

... This should definitely go on FML.