after all, what is a smore but a dessert panini?

So, if you want to, check it out.

And if you don’t want to, get out of my house.

No, just kidding. Stay as long as you’d like, I love you.

http://www.myspace.com/jamieandalison

thisissatire:

aliwhit:

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aliwhit:

Glee is officially the single most fun job. Ever. I envy the actors every time I watch the show.

Best. Job. Ever.

I DON’T GET TO WATCH TILL FRIDAY D’:

what?! why not!

I only had it recorded at my mom’s houseee. ;P

aw that sucks I like need to watch it on time or else I get irritable because I’ll be out of the talking loop in my math class. 

But honestly, I wish I could have a job like that where I could sing and be cool and stuff! 

thisissatire:

aliwhit:

Glee is officially the single most fun job. Ever. I envy the actors every time I watch the show.

Best. Job. Ever.

I DON’T GET TO WATCH TILL FRIDAY D’:

what?! why not!

Glee is officially the single most fun job. Ever. I envy the actors every time I watch the show.

Best. Job. Ever.

Sweet sweet 100.

And by that I mean plays of Second Go. Which might I mention, is still not perfect after the fourteenth go. 

So those of you who listened to it even, still, I LOVE YOU. 

No really though. I do. I really really do. 

For some one like me, who doesn’t really have confidence in the things I do, seeing people listen to the hard work that Jamie and I put into every song we try, it really makes me feel happy inside. 

Was that weird to say? Happy inside? I feel like that was weird to say.

But anyways, marry me? Because I love you. Yes, you. 

And to the person reading this going, me? Yeah, you.

http://www.myspace.com/jamieandalison

I knew checking the She and Him website everyday to see when D.C. tickets went on sale would pay off. 

My dad got some, and now they’re sold out!

Hellll yeah Zooey Deschanel!

(I love you)

• Took a math SOL
• Took a long ass time on my math SOL
• Had my mind set on that star wars themed 600 shirt 
• Went to the doctor
• Took a depression survey
• Got blood drawn
• Got some medication that my mom said I shouldn’t tell people about
• It’s generic so it’s not even a big deal
• Went to my tennis match to watch
• Watched the team lose for the first time
• Filmed Ashley and Sara roll down a hill
• Hopped down a hill on crutches
• Ate food
• Didn’t take a nap
• Watched the top model deleted scenes
• Posted a status quoting someone on the show
• Watched people like the status even though it wouldn’t make sense to them
• Contemplated my current situation
• That sounds weird to say.
• Went into an elaborate frenzy to describe my day in list form, even though I didn’t really go into a frenzy I just like that word because A Fine Frenzy has that word in her band name. And, I’m done now.

I love the song thats on Glee right now 

Especially when Zooey Deschanel sang it during one of her concerts

MMMM, music.

And I have to say, it looks like the most beautiful Disney’s Planet Earth movie yet! 

(Get it? cause there’s animals and lot’s of trees and wintery settings? Right? You know?)

Yea, well fuck you. 

• Social events
• Social events that I meant to tell my parents I was going to
• Dinner
• After school snack
• Snack in between the first snack and dinner
• Just kidding that last one doesn’t exist
• I’m not that fat
• Lie.
• Awkward talks with my mom
• Phone conversations
• Who won American Idol
• Honestly, I don’t fucking care
• Do I?
• No.
• Really?
• Yes.
• Glee
• Not this time, bitch.
• Doing homework
• Studying for SOLs
• Who does that anyways?
• Reading
• I like to do that
• Facebook
• I don’t get notifications anyways
• Tumblr
• It angers me that I get so behind actually. If I follow you, I most likely read all your posts.
• I am a creep.
• So what?
• I talk to myself on this sometimes.
• As seen above.
• I don’t really know what else I miss out on.
• Oh yeah,
• MY LIFE 

Things I gain from sleeping my days away: 

• Sleep
• Not being bothered
• Warm covers!

I don’t know why I typed this. I’m just bitter my mom woke me up from my nap for some stupid reason like eating dinner or something. At least I won’t miss Glee like last time. 

“Where? Oh, Red Rib-On?”

Jamie likes to emphasize things.

Well, I arrived at school just in time for tardy sweep, I ate lunch with probably the most bland people ever, I walked a mile home in the rain. Fun, right?

And now I just have to get through this week with the crippling fear of having to eat lunch alone because I’m not really friends with anyone in any of my classes.

Bonus? My mom suggested that I may have Mono because I sleep all day. Or, maybe I’m just tired. 

We had one of those painfully useless “sad” talks yesterday. Including her trying to convince me taking medication is okay, even though I’m not.

Exact quote? : “People take pills for toothaches, and headaches, so it’s okay if you need to take pills for being sad. There’s nothing wrong with it”

Yeah thanks mom.

Running up and down the stairs, desperate to find the right channel where Lights would be. Not only did I not, but I never will.

Damn it Canadian tv stations that don’t air in America. 

Why can’t the-N be that way!!

I see people everyday, these same people who are written off as some weird kid when no one really knows them. 

The girl who wanted to be star girl while we read the book Stargirl in my class last year. Who is she? I mean, really, I haven’t gotten to known her at all but I sure as hell knew I thought she was a weird freak for who she was.

I make the same assumptions of people that I assume they make of me. I can only imagine why the people in my classes look at me weird when I sit alone and don’t talk to anyone. Who knows who they think I am. 

I really hate myself for ignoring people I don’t think are “cool” enough or whatever shit goes through my head. Yeah, I want to fit in. But slowly, as my care for personal appearance and work ethics fade, so will my need to act and be like everyone else. 

Sometimes not caring can do someone a little good.

I know I am narcissistic, to the point where I have to think in conversation whether I am talking about myself too much, but really it helps me. Me spending time thinking about how shitty and tired I feel all the time leaves room for me to stop caring about what other people think of me. Which is something I’ve worried about since life began. 

I really am one of those people who wander, hoping for acceptance until I can find and settle with people I like and absorb the way they see other people. 

If there is anything I can positively pull out of this spiraling downfall point in my life (marked as such from the point I lost my best friend over the thing I love the most, music) it is my ability to stop following, because I have no one to follow. My friends now are much different than before. They don’t think things I wouldn’t think. They don’t do things I wouldn’t do. I don’t need to struggle to keep up. 

I don’t really know why I write things like this except for myself. I needed to write it before I forgot about it tomorrow.

I just barfed again. It’s not that I don’t like her, it’s the god awful show she chose to act in. And also it’s her snaggle toothed smile. I hate when people have that.

Why did I write this? Well because its 9:23 PM on a sunday night and I havent done my homework, nor do I plan to, and I’m having a nervous panic about the group project I’m presenting on tuesday, but took no part in. 

My weeks go as followed: Mon-Fri = Nervous for tomorrow, Sat-Sun = Sit alone, be sad, and sleep all day. 

I am fun.

listening to Jenny Lewis and reading my new Nylon is just about the indie-est thing I’ve ever done. 

But really, Vanessa Hudgens is on the cover. Yeah, I did just throw up in my mouth.

Thankfully Nylon offered amends with Emma Stone. All is forgiven.

I love times like these where I can just stay home and les. 

(Someone please tell me I wasn’t the only one who saw SNL last night?)