Happy Valentine's Day

So cliché, but what do you expect, "Happy Halloween"? Sorry, only Mindy and I can say that on W. Jefferson St., standing on crates, waving mops about our heads, and throwing rocks at passerbys, when it was REALLY New Years. That was a really fun time, by the way. Well, I do hope your day was filled with lots of chocolate, roses, and the color red! I know mine wasn't. Actually, everything BUT the red. I almost accidentally picked out a red shirt to wear today, but remembered it was Valentine's Day and it would be terribly gay to wear one just like everyone else. Hash. Uh I meant to say “haha". Happy Valentine’s Day.

-Heidi

Just Like Old Times

Haaaa these are so great. Jules, you were such a mental case, wearing Walter's clothes ("OMG he's so hot! Do you know his brother? Is he hot too?!?" WHO IS SHE? WHAT'S HER NAME? BRAZIL? NEPAL? LOL

-Heidi

A New Post

So for school today I had to write a story about a visit to a diversity, which is an old, old wooden ship used in the Civil War era. Haha actually, no. Enough rambling, because my stomach’s rumbling, and I must eat. I had to write about the discovery of some ancient pottery, a homeless child surviving on the streets in a large city, an idea of my own, or a visit to an old, abandoned house. I chose the visit to an old, abandoned house. I’ve never visited one myself, so I just made one up. Only read if you have time to kill. Which I’m sure you do, or else you wouldn’t be on this blog in the first place! Either that, you are my loyal friend, or think I will be hurt if I think you don’t want to keep up with the random happenings of my life. Did you ever expect me to put a story meant for school on here? I couldn’t say myself, because I’ve never thought of it. Anything is possible. Read on, if you please. PLEASE! – No pressure.

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While walking up the steps at twilight into the daunting building that was once a dwelling place to persons who are dead now, and which is now supposed to be haunted, I rummage through my handbag for a flashlight, to see through the soon-to-be darkness. I’m doing the very thing I’ve told myself and others would be the last thing I do – going into a haunted house. Truest thing I’ve ever said. My friends think it great fun to raid Victorian houses, most of the time because they have valuable objects, just waiting to be found, and other times because they think there’s nothing better to do, which is probably quite accurate in their miserable case. And when I refused, they gave me the label, quisling, and said in order to stay with them, I have to do what they say. And if I don’t, I become a fugitive. While lost in my pensive state, I don’t realize I have walked through the door already, of which my closest friend holds open for me, with a pathetic look on her face that says “I can’t do anything about it”. “Oh, thanks.” I say sarcastically. Little do I know, this will be the last time I see her. The others look queerly at me, as if half expecting me to run away. Presently, she closes the door, and I am alone. I stand still for a few moments, only breathing, to recollect my thoughts. I am to find an ornate locket of immense value that is rumored to have been hidden here sometime in the 1800’s. This is not to be a baleful event, but one which I receive my well earned respect from my “friends”. In thinking this, I experience an acute pain in the back of my head for a fraction of a second. I remember no more.

-Heidi...of course

Happenings

Half the day has disappeared, yet it feels like morning. I started this wretched day with a strong cup of Brazilian coffee, an egg, and an English muffin. This time of day is the time you will find me in my most pleasant state. Firstly, because I'm in a very good mood after having my coffee (though a few minutes before you may find me in a most horrid mood from being woken up from my sleep), and secondly, I have not yet started my school, so the…pollutants from it have not begun their mischief among my brain cells. This may sound strange to you, but since when was I concerned about what you think? Now on to a lighter subject: Yesterday was a teen activity, which consisted of Trina's mother getting upset with us for a variety of reasons, none of them being, though SHOULD be: Trina and I messing up food during cooking class (nothing new), getting lost, Jacob (a.k.a Jack) and I eating the whole kitchen, me being traumatized at the thought of having to write a short story, taking refuge (claiming I wrote it, rather) under Jacob's ("The Old Grouch"). ANYWAY, enough explaining unsystematic* happenings for today. I’ll try and keep you updated on my rousing* and electrifying* vida*!

*unsystematic: CHECK YOUR DICTIONARY!

*rousing: CHECK YOUR ANTONYM BOOK! (yes, I really DO mean antonym book, even though they don’t exist.)

*electrifying: GO STAND BY A TREE IN A STORM AND I’LL SHOW YOU! Haha no, no, I don’t mean that. Check your antonym book. They really should make one of those.

*vida: Uhh go rent a Spanish dictionary, cause I don’t even know what that means.

P.S. I thought this was funny:

-Heidi

Frank Iero & Gerard Way...Wannabes

Cheers, friends. I'm on the verge of starvation. Not literally, though, thank God.

Anyway, here are some photos of Juliet and I, pretending to be Frank Iero and Gerard Way: (Pitiful, isn't it?)





Frank Iero

Gerard Way

-Heidi

Frank Iero's Got A Pedophile Beard!!!

...And a black eye, I think.

And let's not forget he also has a 'there's-gotta-be-something-wrong-with-that-guy' hat

He's really keeping up with the styles of our times!

-Heidi

Happy New Year!

Verano

Hot chicks getting lucky with McDonald:

It was so good seeing you, Summer. I'm gonna miss you!

-Heidi

"What Happened To Your Hand?"

Art by Lars Justinsen

-Heidi

Things from the Heart, and other Things

I'll let this story speak for itself.

-Heidi

Mental

Happy Halloween, sorry, no candy (said in a thick Mexican accent). I am completely at lost for words right now. Again my mom has Mexican music on that is ruining my blogging channel. No, this will not work. Not at all. I will leave you with these pictures. Peace I leave with you.








-Heidi

The Moment The Fierce Wind Whipped My Hair About My Face And I Did Not Stop It, I Knew I Was In Love

She was simply sitting there in the mall lot, alone, dejected. ‘Wasn’t the mall a place where friends hung out?’ I asked myself. How I wanted to ask her name. I thought I knew it, I was sure I'd heard of her, being in this small town it would be impossible not to. But not knowing much about her type stopped me from approaching the beauty. It was hard, for I longed to hear her and touch the silvery skin of hers that almost sparkled in the sun light that Sunday morning. I debated with myself again whether or not I should speak to her. ‘She might ignore me...I could not stand to humiliate myself further,’ I thought. For I realized I'd been staring at her the past several minutes. I looked away quickly, but took a peek from the corner of my eye and realized she hadn't taken note of my presence. I decided I could risk one more look at her. At that moment I understood she was looking at the traffic. Traffic? I hadn’t noticed how crowded it had gotten since I was distracted by this…goddess. No other way to describe her. I wanted to take her from her owner…I wanted to steal. The thought repulsed me as well as excited me. ‘Could she one day be mine?’ There was only one way to find out. I took a few steps and stopped. ‘Can I do this? What will I say? I would certainly make myself look like a fool.’ I’d never owned one before…not like this. She was different. I could tell, even though I’d never met her. I’d only seen her from a distance until now. I’d realized I’d started walking again. This time faster. Anticipation? Or was it just wanting to know the outcome? I was now only about three yards from her and hadn’t noticed the beautifully creative tattoos that intertwined her shapely body. Except one was a…”Bullet?” I thought aloud. Was that the crack of a smile? At that moment I knew there was no going back. With or without the tacky bullet tattoo. I had to speak to her. Now. Make her mine. I reached out, and at that same moment someone from behind me spoke “Can I help you?” The man said. *Sigh* I knew it was too good to be true. The owner had come. To take her away…perhaps for forever. I could not stand the thought and wanted to rip her away with me, but instead I held my innocence. “Oh. Hello.” I said in what I thought was an innocent enough tone. ‘Come on, you have to work up something better than this.’ I thought to myself. ‘And you must be upsetting her too. She’ll think you’re a complete idiot now she got the gist of your intentions’ But no. She didn’t say a word. Instead, she stared in the direction of the traffic. Content looking. Like she had a job to do. How odd. All this happened in a moment and I came back to the present. “Umm…I was just admiring your…car here. 1982 Mustang, am I correct?” I didn’t sound that bad. I smiled inwardly. “Yes, that’s right.” He grinned *beep beep* He unlocked her, and was getting in. “You know, you aren’t the only one who does this…but it’d be nice to get a break.” He chided jokingly. My face turned scarlet. “But I guess it’s my fault for owning her, eh? But I don’t think anyone could stay away from this one. Nice meeting you.” He smiled again, and with that, he drove off.

Haha! You thought I was talking about someone like this, right?
WRONG! Yahaha enjoy your life!

-D'Abadie

A Hate Note -- To Heidi

Oh, why must ye be such a rectless tomorment to eyes, ears, and even my very being.
Making everyone around you hate you so much that they rather put a gun to their head
and pull the trigger then spend one moment with you. Saying sorry in your head but
having no one forgive you, for the guilt and torment you put everyone under. Is this a
spell, or just another broken soul looking for something more, you get everything you want.
so dont make the rest of us suffer for it when you don’t.

-Miracle Rosalie Oehler

Something Recent

I had no idea what to post about and I felt compelled to cause I haven't in weeks and I just HAVE to keep you updated on my exciting life, right?! So yeah, school seems to be the time I get my inspiration for artsy things, and here's a little something I drew while spacing out (as usual).

-Heidi

What Should I Name This?

I miss you Tina, and our beach days. I've decided a year and a half later to finally post the photos. I miss fighting over how many grams of fiber grapefruit juice has, (doesn't have any as I have prooved haha! Victory is mine!), running in the rain in the morning, and last but not least -- Zebra Dancing! I love you so much, and it makes me feel wretched that I will be going to Louisianna in a few days near your Birthday and I won't even be seeing you! However, I remain your loyal, ardent, and mental friend.

-HighD

Proud Prats

The guys (Marky) INSISTED I put up these as well:

-Heidi

Freaky Fridays

Warning: This tale is not entirely accurate. None the less...

(Male # 1 = Marky
Male # 2 = Chris
Female # 1 = Heidi)

This is how this explicit story began. (I'm not sure if explicit is the right word but it's the word that came to mind...God given...)

Male #1 gets blue paint on his pants.
Male #2 gets pink paint thrown in his hair and runs to the safety of Male # 1's room (followed in hot pursuit by a vicious 13 year old by the name of Lily...or Rosa...one of the 2).

Males # 1 and 2 decide to go to sleep when female # 1 decides to ring the door bell to make the inhabitants aware she has arrived. Sleeping people awake to the sound of the bell...skipping a few minutes, Male # 1 (Marky) is in the kitchen in his underpants washing the paint out of his over pants with the help of male # 2 (Chris). Female # 1 (Heidi) asks several times what is in his pants and gets no answer. Is upset and hereby decides the males are self centered and goes off to find the cat. Lost and not found, returns to males, only to find male # 2 pouring bottles of various colors of acrylic paint on his hair as well as male # 1’s. The fumes sting the nostrils (not in a good way) of female # 1 as well as females Lily and Rosa. Someone requests the use of the camera and this is how these photos came to be. Tada!

Chris: "Marky, we have to make really bad ass faces for this one..."

A tad wrong

Marky: "I look like Van Couver!"

And there's me...

-Heidi the horrendous

"60% Of The Time, It Works EVERY Time!"

What I 0rigionally wrote got deleted. So basically it was my dear friend Heidi's birthday yesterday.

This beauty is now 16 and is in fact authoring this entire post, now that the other has most unluckily been deleted. Yes, it's me. I feel honored to write out to all my dear fans. I am being bitten at this very moment my incredulously violent ants.

P.S. And to my fellow Leos, you are most special to me...Happy birthday, Premi, Marky, Mercy, Laura, Claire, and last but not least, Daniel Radcliffe. I have the same birthday as him, so I feel quite privileged. Take care, friends.



Our own worlds...

Angels

Hahaha

She thinks she's Benjamin Franklin













'Eww there's a bug in the cake!'


-Birthday girl