Recent life and times.

Doodleing in english, anddd Puppiesss. :]

selena rox takes a sick day

woke up at 3:30 this morning.
i knew i needed to write the essay i had put off, but i just couldn't bring myself to do it.
procastionation is my biggest flaw.
and it has taken over me.
i have a bit of a sore throat, so i decided to milk it to take today off.
not that it really matters, my parents are in another country.

had a very interesting weekend.
just proves how bad ass and skilled i am.
i can't wait for tomorrow,
i'm going to make a grocery run,
since i would really like to make some stir-fry for dinner tomorrow night,
and i need some good fresh veggies, and some good seasonings and what not.

i hate being allergic to my cats.
making me feel legit sick.
not cool.


so today's agenda looks like this:
-quick lunch[sandwichessss or bagelsss]
-essay writing paragraph 1&2
-being a loser and playing the sims :]
-pilates perhaps, or just some random things to tone up.
-writing paragraph 3&4
-dinner [most likely some sort of pasta dish]
-synth stuff
-writing final paragraph[s]
-playing frisbee outside with my dog
-moviesss and monday night comedy.

I really love living on my own so far.
but i wish i had a super fun roommate.
that'd be awesomeeee.

the misadventures of selena rox;

so. i woke up at 5 am today. which wasn't too fun.
then i took a shower, tried to stretch my ears, but to no avail.
then i started to get ready for school.
the roads were still very messy, and i wasn't impressed.
i was so bored at school. i got there a half an hour before class started because i'm trying to not be late anymore.
and no one was there really.
so i just did laps around the school.
noticed all the freshmen faces that i've never noticed before.
then i gawked at mr. mccullough while he was in the copy room.
i can't even begin to explain to you the horrible, unspeakable things i would do to have a very inappropriate extra-curricular affair with him.
he's not even my teacher, i just randomly see him around and i'm like 'god damn.'
then michelle was finally at school and we did a lap before class.
then i had english.
where i got my in-class essay from last class back to find that I did not receive any credit for it. fuck my life.
then we took a test. and i feel pretty awesome about it, but then again thats how i felt about the in-class essay.
granted, she's letting me re-write it next monday for half credit.

then i developed prints in the dark room for two hours.
then i had lunch with tilmann and julian.
then i had physics, which was a br00tal test and a half that i know i definitely failed.
but my physics grade is pretty decent, so i can take the hit.

then i went to main street piercing to solve my ear dilemma.
and this Sarah girl I used to have psychology with was working there, so i caught up with her for a bit and got some pretty sweet plugs for super cheap, and they fit right in, which is great.

then i went to wendy's and got some delicious fries.
then i went and got my bronze on.
then i went to my doctor's appointment early, and got in right away,
which was awesome.
then my doctor and i discussed my love life and my life plans.
awesome. just what everyone else keeps asking me about, and now my doctor.

everyone always asks me if i have a boyfriend, and acts funny once they find out I don't.
what? is there like something wrong with me being single for most of my young life?
I don't think so.
fuck commitment.
everyone disappoints me.
why let it get personal?

anyways.
then i came home.
made $10.
then i killed time and looked for jobs.
then i drove to meet up with dan in the old port.
and it was really cold and windy.
and my car alarm kept going off while i was sitting in my car.
super awkward and embarrassing.
had a nice chill sesh with dan, then came home.

i had had to pee for like two hours, so i just wanted to put my backpack in my room and go to the bathroom,
and i was almost there, and my mum stopped me,
for like,
20 minutes to talk about my english grade,
and basically just nag at me.
pissin' me off.
and then i finally had enough and said
"Hey, I really have had to pee for like two hours, and thats all i want to do right now, so I'm gonna go do that. "

and now i am here, telling the world about my rollercoaster day.


cant wait to get out of this house for the summer/forever.

just another day in the life of Selena Rox

So, what kind of internet user that writes down their thoughts for the world to see would I be if I didn't eventually get a blog?

I hate the fact that Selena Gomez got famous. for gods sake, I couldn't get my name as my url because I'm assuming some teenybopper has it. and their blogs are probably all "zomg Selena Gomez iz lyke sow hawt && kewl && zomg I lyke luv her and stuff!!!1! LOL."

pissin' me off.
I remember when I was a kid I wanted to become famous,
so that way people would stop saying "Oh, like that famous singer that died and JLo played her in a movie??"
And I still get that a lot.
And I know that shortly,
someone I meet will just utter the words that will throw me into such a rage,
the moment will happen,
and their mouth and words will be in slow mo'
and my eyes will zoom in,
and only see their mouth move as they say
"Oh, Like Selena Gomez?"
and those will most likely be that last words they ever say.
...
okay probably not.
I'll probably just make one of my faces and say surly-ly
"Yes, like Selena Gomez...fuck my life."


I feel like there is a lot of pressure on this blog I am writing right now.
Like.
This is the first one.
I mean, sure I can always delete it later,
but I mean, a first time should be special, ya know?
so I'm trying my best to be awesome,
and not boring,
but gentle, too.

Random people keep friend requesting me on facebook,
not complaining, it's just strange.
A lot of my family is now on facebook,
as well as teachers that I hold near and dear to my heart,
so I find that I must censor myself a lot.
Because even though I'm the type of person who's favorite swear word is fuck,
I'm not going to go putting that in my status anymore
because I don't want them to think less of me.
These are people who to me, their opinions matter the most.
I have so much respect for them.

Oh.
And slowly but surely, I'm giving up on Maine boys/guys/men.
I can't help but feel like I'm either wasting my time,
or everything they say is just a clever game.
and I'm over games.

My life, to me, is a movie.
Eventually I'll have some great romantic plot,
but right now, I'm not feeling it.
Everytime I think I'm close to something
with potential to be great,
I get let down.
or I get scared and fuck everything up.

I'm always amazed by the amount of people that:
care about me, think about me, read and are interested in the things I write, talk to me, want to get to know me, think I'm pretty, want me to be around.

it's always just so surreal to me.
I like the way people know stuff about me,
after only meeting me once,
like they really noticed me,
or listened to something i said,
that even though I didn't think it was a big deal,
they remembered it.
it's amazing.

So I have to go get ready for my second-to-last day at work right now.
So I suppose I'll end this now.

So hey, everybody, my name is Selena Rox, and I'm a legit blogger now.