Monday, November 29, 2010

I'm feeling dangerous because I'm writing this in the school library, where I am supposed to be Googling Shakespeare or something. If I have any luck, my blog music will start playing loudly soon. Cross your fingers.

On a happy note: today is the worst day ever. More later. I think this post is under surveillance.

-Avery Jalaine

Thursday, November 25, 2010

oh, thanks

Yesterday was a dud. I was ill. I mainly moped around in shockingly pink jammies and slept for hours that were unheard of, even for me. (Fifteen and a half, mind you.) I think I ate some pie crust.

But today is Thanksgiving and I am better and oh-so-fine and I made you a list of things that I'm thankful for, just on principle.

  1. My little family.
  2. Fingers.
  3. The sound of the letter "V".
  4. Crushed ice. For I am an addict.
  5. The color silver.
  6. Sweaters. Preferably ugly. Preferably itchy.
  7. The smell of old books.
  8. Long eyelashes on boys.
  9. Calculators.
  10. Furry slippers that are cheetah or maybe Hello Kitty.
  11. Toothpaste.
  12. The clearance rack.
  13. Sleeping in past noon.
  14. Erasers.
  15. Words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words.
  16. Fruit leather.
  17. Electric blankets.
  18. Really good music. I can't describe it.
  19. Mittens.
  20. Books with hard covers.
  21. Clocks without digital numbers so that stupid people can't tell time.
  22. Seeing the stars.
  23. Samples at the grocery store,
  24. iTunes.
  25. The Land Rover.
  26. The smell of vanilla extract in a bottle.
  27. Rubber gloves for washing dishes.
  28. People who can fix computers.
  29. Being so cold that your fingernails turn purple, then jumping in a hot hot shower and letting it sting.
  30. Cellphone service in the 800 hall.
  31. Eddie.
  32. The SNOOZE button.
  33. Sweet potato fries, that count as a vegetable.
  34. Go Ask Avery followers.
  35. Rain, rain, rain. And the smell of it.
  36. Clean sheets.
  37. Boys with raspy voices.
  38. The moon.
  39. 11:11 to make all of my dreams come true.
  40. My mom.
  41. Poetry that sounds like music.
  42. Sneaking around the house when everyone else is asleep.
  43. Three-day weekends.
  44. The feeling you get when you realize that Christmas is coming.
  45. People who speak French.
  46. Sunsets.
  47. Chapstick.
  48. Singing as loud as you can when no one is home.
  49. Weekends after really crappy weeks.
  50. The poetry of an umbrella.
  51. Getting honked at when you're walking on the road.
  52. Dylan, in the Philippines.
  53. Good techno music with good techno dance parties.
  54. The falling feeling you get when you see a pretty boy.
  55. The sound of typing on an old keyboard.
  56. New shoes.
  57. A+'s.
  58. Escalators.
  59. Waking up before the alarm clock.
  60. All my friends. And my new friends, so few and far between because I am not good at making new friends. And all of the friends that I am yet to meet. I love you. (I will love you.)

And so, that is all. I hope you have the best day ever. I hope I see you at 4 AM, in the cold, waiting in line to buy some cheap stuff, like me.

Thank you.
-Avery Jalaine

p.s. the ending of Notting Hill is quite the most adorable ending to a movie I've seen in a long long time. "Afterall... I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." Gaaah..!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Tuesday is Friday.
Wednesday is Saturday.
Thursday is Thanksgiving.
Friday is Saturday.
Saturday is Saturday.
Sunday is Sunday.

Monday, November 22, 2010

i'm back

Hi guys, remember me?

So.... my keyboard's been gone for the past week. Made my life real fun. I actually got to copy and paste every single letter that I wanted to type and/or try to click on enough random links that I got where I wanted to be. I felt like it built a lot of character.

I did try and write you one blog post but it turned out to be this:

hi. my keyBoard is goNe. haha.
-Avery Jalaine

So it actually wasn't really worth it.

Also, here is a short story that happened today: Ms Dalton (you know..) called me today at my house. And I was like "Yaaaaaay!!" But really she just wanted to politely accuse me of plagiarizing a dream I wrote, on account of it sounding " some lyrics of... music? or some... poem?". This made me a little bit glad (if she thought it sounded plagiarized, it must've been at least a little bit pretty) but mostly annoyed (why would I plagiarize a dream story? I'm not so dim...). Truth: I did not plagiarize it, Ms D.

Okay, okay. I'll write a better post later probably. Maybe one about my weekend adventure or my devotion to learning how to knit.

Or maybe about when I went to see Harry Potter 7 and adored it and wanted a Time Turner really really badly.


-Avery Jalaine

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

irrational me

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I get really furious whenever someone posts a really cool picture that I have on my computer but haven't used on my blog yet.

Here's an I-statement about it:

"I feel frustrated when you post cool pictures that I already found because I'll never be able to use that picture without you calling me a mega-poser and gossiping about me."

Wow. This is the worst post ever.

Meet me on the balcony.
-Avery Jalaine

p.s. so I brought my super-legit novel proof to Young Women in Excellence tonight and based on my success there, I might have to post some shiny pictures on here soon. just be warned. brag fest.

Monday, November 15, 2010

it might not even come true

This is a post designed to make me appear to be busy at English homework when my mother walks by. But really I'm just stalking blogs and the music from all of them is playing over the top of of each other and it's amusing to me.

I guess I could give you a little bit of bad-Avery-insight so that you might feel like you didn't waste all of your time here.

Here it is:
You're never going to understand the universe or God or people, but never stop trying to understand. Learn. Have faith.

2010, and feeling fine. Don't quit on me now.
-Avery Jalaine

p.s. I have a lot of frustration inside of me because no matter how nimbly I Google, I cannot find sheet music for Dead End by The Format. No sheet music = no singing Dead End at concert. No Dead End at concert = sadness. Sadness = ice cream binge. Ice cream = obesity. Obesity = low self-esteem and heart failure. Look! Look where having no sheet music on Google got me! I'm going to die and have no friends!

I hate you, Google.

Just kidding. You're my best friend.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Good days make me want to eat healthy.

Bad days make me want to eat Cheez-Its.

Nope. All days make me want to eat Cheez-Its.

And some days all you can do is put on a sweater, sing about KitKat bars, and watch a show about zombies.

I'd liked that part too.
-Avery Jalaine

Saturday, November 13, 2010

tell me all about it

I can't really remember what people without blogs do in their spare time.

Does it have something to do with papier-mâché?

How can i explain?
-Avery J

Song of the Day: Animal Crackers by Melanie Safka. I cannot tell you how hard I laugh. Melanie Safka, you silly lady. And now you can listen for yourself on my brand new..... PLAYLIST! A few songs of which were admittedly stolen from Rachel... but spiffy, yeah? It's playing right now, isn't it? Turn up your music. This is so cool.


Monday, November 8, 2010

the obvious truth

We are entirely too self-obsessed.

Not just selfish (though we're definitely that, too), just overly self-aware.

We get up in the morning and we're like "I have to look great because everyone cares if I wear this sweater-vest or that sweater-vest", and then we're like "I have to make sure my hair looks great because everyone will panic and die if I leave it like this: a little bit wavy", and then we walk around all day and as people pass us, we're like "I have to look good and maintain an aura of calm and no spontaneous dancing or singing or reciting the Bill of Rights by heart because everyone cares and is keeping track of every tiny thing that I do".

You have been misled.

Nobody cares---not one bit---what shoes you're wearing or what you do (unless it's obscenely obnoxious, and then, yes: calm down, we all hate you) or the way you move as you walk down the hall.

The truth is: if any of us do notice, it's probably because we're in love with you, and as such, probably think whatever you do is incredibly lovely.

We're all too wrapped up in thinking that everyone is paying attention to everything that I'm doing that we don't even care---we don't even realize---what you're doing. It's all about us.

Don't fret.

Be so much better tomorrow.
-Avery Jalaine

Saturday, November 6, 2010

the enemy

Song of the Day: Lisztomania by Phoenix (Alex Metric remix, optional). I get this song stuck in my head every day. But no worries. I like it that way. This song is brilliant.

I had this funny little realization last night.

I am afraid of normal people.

(I mean, so-called "normal" people.)

The ones at school with lots of friends and Abercrombie clothes. The ones who "hang out" on the weekend. The ones who don't go home and read a book in one afternoon or cry at pretty Iron & Wine music. The ones that don't write a blog or spend too many hours on Tumblr.

The girls with no poetic justice.
The boys who like hip-hop music off the radio.
Girls who would never lay on the floor or bring lunch to school in a sugar bag or just sit and think.
Boys who don't capitalize letters or punctuate words. Boys who don't understand poetry.
Girls who don't wear fishnets or red lipstick or polka-dot leggings or ratty sweaters a size too big. Girls who say they hate wearing dresses.
The people who would not stay up into the middle of the night so that they could watch a show about zombies.

I fear them. I can't speak to them because they think I'm strange and I think they're strange and we both just end up thinking we're so much better than each other. Give me a girl in Ray Bans and a Minnie Mouse dress, and we'd strike up a charming conversation, but a typical American Girl with highlights and expensive jeans and I'm lost.

I wish we all understood each other.

Yes, it is a shame. Be okay.
-Avery Jalaine

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Today as I was drawing a picture of a robot in English class, a boy across the room randomly started making beeping noises.

Get real!