I think they are cute.

First week of high school-SUCCESS!  (lol I still don't think I spelled that right).  I mean, like, I survived......I can't really ask for much more, can I?

Moving on, school is rather normal, as far as normal goes.  My school is infected with toxic mold and half of the school is closed down so we are all smushed together in the halls and the few stairwells still open.  Too close for comfort.
Taking two honors classes is smushing me down in homework this weekend so I can pretty much assume the rest of the year won't be any different.  My posting will be disgustingly limited, I'm afraid.
And, let me say, OMG! I got invited to a senior's party.  I felt so very special and paraded around the halls with it taped to my forehead.  The once sufficating cliches and gangs parted like the red sea.  
It's never coming off.
But am I going?  LOLOLOLOLOL-no.  I am honestly like the only freshmeat-er, freshman, invited.  I'm afraid of the upperclassmen-except for my few friends in their enclosed circle of awesomeness.
Hate my gym class though.  Seriously, it's all the wannabees-and my ex boyfriends.  *gags*  My teacher is just trying to make me commit suicide by assigning all these projects that let us get to know each other.  I got paired with dumb and dumber.  Dumber, the girl I had to do a report on, asked me what my "fav food" was and I replied with "yogurt".  She shrugged, "K" and then on her paper she wrote "yogert".  Must I say more?
If she makes me draw her one more time I'll shoot myself.
At softball we found a dead goose on home plate.  It had flown into the batting cage, strangled itself, and died.  A part of me was like, "Wow, that's sad" and another part was like "LOL LEIK OMG!"  Mixed emotions.  So yeah, toxic mold, bird flu, and then for the grand finale-A FLESH EATING VIRUS!  YAAAAAAAAAY!!!!
I'm going to have to tell my Honor's English teacher that I trashed my 'Frankenstein' book over the summer.  Frankie met the open water bottle on the bottom of my purse.  Any suggestions on breaking the news?  So much for a good first impression......
I'M TAKING DIGITAL IMAGING! Yay!  Photoshop CS!
My mom's turning 40 on September 11th-ouch-and one of my bestest friends ever, Miss abadabadoo is turning 14-she is in the same grade as me, and almost exactly a year younger.  LOL.
When is Lee's birthday.....?  Lee's younger by two years...... Woahs.  I need more friends my age.....
Mother dearest says that if I am a perfect child for 2 weeks, 14 days and uh, X amount of hours, she'll by me a decent phone!  So that's what, 3 days down?  This is seriously eating away my sanity.  
WTF?  It's been almost two weeks now and my "The Looking Glass Wars" soundtrack-thingy never came in the mail!  *rips out eyeballs*
That's enough for now.
I dont' feel like spell checking this-sorry.

location: Lee's house-surprise! mood: blah music: 'Cruel Man" by Intwine tags: school

OMG.  Where can I start-where should I start?  

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!  BIRTHDAYBIRTHDAYBIRTHDAYBIRTHDAY!
MY MOM EVEN LIFTED MY GROUNDING FOR TODAY (put upon me for randomly going outside without telling her and too much computer time and eating only her WeightWatchers' quesidillas)  THE PUNISHMENT DOES NOT FIT THE CRIME, YOU HEAR ME!

So yeah, today my family is having a family birthday party-where the true presents come pouring in, baby!  Since last year, I just asked for money to pay for a new aquariam for my two lovely lizards (RIP Fifi and Draco-my sister named the younger one, Fifi, who eventually turned demon.  I named Draco after the constellation-not the character-and he was abnormally dwarfed and never grew.  He also got picked on by Fifi.  How I loved him!) but this year, oh, this year I shall reign supreme in giftage!  Yeah, boi!
And I also ordered "The Looking Glass Wars" Soundtrack and the Hatter Madigan comic books.  The music is amazing, the art in the comic books are amazing and...uh *blushes* Hatter Madigan is unbelievably hot.

Why my weekend Rocked or RAWKED!:
Friday:
*Went shopping with L_e_e_x3 and tried on bras in Victoria's Secret (good for her-bad for me.  The bras I buy my mother calls "Build-a Boob-Bras"  *buries head in hands* moooother!).  Couldn't buy anything though, since I am throughly broke.
*Had a girls' night out with the......wait for it....GIRLS at the movies and we saw Rush Hour 3.  Certainly not Pirates, but certainly good.  I'm really trying to broaden my horizon when it comes to movies.  Truly, I am.
*Bought ice chips on the way home from the movies.  My sister set the car alarm off while we were waiting for my dad.  Leex3 and I nearly had a  heart attack from pushing all the buttons in the front of the car until we turned off the alarm.  I iz gunna b a goood dwiver cuz i think their r bottons 4 awarms in da car.
*GIRLS HAD A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR ME!   Ice was part of a clever decoy to get me home later.  (guy friends couldn't come because of soccer practice, football practice, being grounded from pulling 'the ultimate prank'-and
*MY EX GOT STUNG IN THE EYE BY A BEE AND SWELLED UP SO BAD ONLY HALF HIS FACE ACTUALLY WORKS!!!!!!!
*My aunt and uncle scared the living hell out of us by prank calling and running around with masks on.
*L_e_e_x3 slept over!

Saturday:
*recovered from sleepover.
*drew-a lot-and without INTERUPTIONS! 

Sunday:
*Went to a purse-party-thing for some junior lady and was the shortest one there!  Stuck out like a sore thumb, baybay!  Didn't help I was the only one not wearing Abercrombie and the only softball player in a sea of volleyball players.  And to think, these are my future classmates come September!
*Bought the absoloute, no lie, cutest freaking sunglasses on this planet.
*Mom wanted sunglasses.  I told her, "I'll think about it."
*MY GRANDFATHER CALLED AND SAID THAT HIS HALF-BROTHER HAD PHOTOSHOP CS FOR MY COMPUTER FROM WHEN HE WENT TO ART SCHOOL! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!  But my mom said as revenge!  "I'll think about it".
*Family took my sister to cheerleading practice.  We were really, really, really, really late so my dad tried to go really, really, really fast safely at the speed limit.  But alas, while L_e_e_x3 was sitting with me in the backseat, looking at photos on her cell-BAM!  We hit my sister's cheerleading instructor!  Her bumper like, completely fell off!
Best car ride EVER!  I sadly wanted to be in a car accident that did not fatally kill anyone.  I am so immature, I know.  Shuttup.
*So my aunt and uncle (who had previously took 5 years off my life) had to come and pick me up in the stadium parking lot where my sister and Leex3 were having their game.  and took me toooooo
*THE STEELER'S GAME! And
*WE WON!

So now, a week later from my awesome week, I am sitting here, on my birthday, eating a soggy waffle and babysitting my little brother while waiting from my mom and sister to come home from the doctors.  Well, atleast my sister is getting shots.  Its exactly 9 o'clock and I'm up too early.

But atleast all my friends are calling and saying happy birthday!
Even my ex-who I call 'pop eye' due to his little run-in with stinging insects.

So now, I am going to finish my drawings for "Cutler Beckett".  TATA!

WAIT NO! FIRST FOR MY DREAM!
I had a dream where I was luxuriously munching on truffles on a shore-side patio.  To the side of me, a cup of tea was offered.  With one pinky finger extended, I took the china cup, smiling grandly.
I turned, and there, in the dream-flesh, WAS CUTLER BECKETT!  It was about damn time I had a dream about him!  I'm sick of always ending up in the Malfoy Mannor *gags*.
So, yeah.  We munched brunch while Mr. Mercer served us and Norrington...sat there.  Yay!

I DIDN'T MEAN TOOO!
*breaks down into hysteric sobs*

What is eb0nyr0se talking about?  Well, if you want your heart broken.... click

I've been thinking a lot lately about what would happen if Snape had not called Lily Evans a "Mudblood".  My conclusion, excluding the fact she found him rather creepy, is that she would become. *ah-hem* involved with him.  They'd get married.  But how would that change the course of history? *dramatic music*

My heart is thoroughly warmed by the Cutler-gushing featured on LiveJournal! It's been a while since I have been online due to numerous groundings, social-suicides, damn sexy boyfriends, and of course, our lovely camping trip-where it rained... a lot.  So I have taken this time off from my large "Worshipful Company of Cutler's' sketch to refresh my um....artistic mind-for the lack of a better phrase.
I have also developed a very interesting fondness for Neville Longbottom after reading the seventh installment of the infamous Harry Potter books. 
So I do not give away any of the story line from here on out (but, oh, come on! Who honestly hasn't finished the book yet?) I just want to say to Ms. Rowling that I am extremely pissed that everyone I've come to love in a very fangirlish manner has been wiped off of the face of the earth-and that makes me sad.
I shall put it this way- WTF MATE?!?
Never again shall I pick favorites in various forms of entertainment-they always end up dead.

Any who, my brain must somehow be split between two fandoms and the real world.
How shall I cope?
The world may never know.

Now excuse me while I go and nurse my wounds that nature has bestowed upon me during my 5 day trip to meet face-to-face with the wonderful outdoors!  Yay infectious diseases!
But maybe I should stop flinging myself into hazardous pond water to catch frogs bigger than my head.
I may have to get a tetnus shot for my last adventure in the journey to put a rusty hook on a string.  It hurt.... a lot.

Ta ta lovely ones!

Well, hello, my lovely LJ friends!
I haven't been online forever and thought, well,' what the heck, why not update'?
So, anyway, I am bored and decided to play online MASH. I am so cheesy.  
Using some random POTC characters and such, this is what I ended up with-to my delight. 

You will live in Mansion.
You will drive a Pink Carriage.
You will marry Cutler Beckett and have 4 kids.
You will be a Pirate Hunter in Singapore.

I squeed for like an hour and a half.
But WTF with the Pink Carriage?
.....

Tonight I'm going to the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix premiere and I finally get to wear my new outfit! I love this shirt to death! Augh! It's this mustard uh...hippie top, and I have mustard colored beads and these beautifully decorated shoes!  And I need to wear pants, apparently, but I don't have anything to wear on the bottom that tops my pants!

After like 5 years, my dad finally put in the pond that we bought him for father's day when I was like, what, 10? So, I naturally wanted to get fish and name them.  I wanted "Beckett, Mercer, and Norri".  No, we got "Jack, Will, and, Elizabeth," I was like, "oh, boy." But to my extreme enjoyment, we bought 2 more fish and when I was about to put my grubby hands all over them, my sister said, "THEIR NAMES ARE TUMMY AND TUCK!" I screamed, "DAMNIT!" and that, was why I was grounded. For swearing.  Loudly.  In front of a lot of 5 year olds. Then I proceeded to throw my cell phone at my sister like a rampaging "Vogue" model.  Yet another reason to be grounded.

My dad is extremely worried with my EITC obsession. We were on vacation when I saw the 3rd movie, and when I started to cry and scream when Beckett died, he leaned over and whispered, "Sweety? You are aweare that that's the bad guy, right?"
I know that. Hence the hotness.  But, apparently, I said that outloud rather then in the safe proximaty of my mind. So, on a mad attempt to make me crush on a more uh, normal obsession, my dad continued to buy me a "I love Jack" shirt, which I gave to my sister. then he named our new puppy "Captain Jack" after I said I would never love it unless it was named Cutler.  Well, it became a different name later. The name of a purse, because of my girly family.

I wish the guys in my school weren't such idiots so I could finally have a boyfriend that didn't find banging his head on a locker until he passes out enjoyement.

I got a new purse from American Eagle (because it was on sale, not because I like the store.).  A messenger bag to carry all my crap in.  My sister calls it a 'man purse'. Or a 'merce'.  Thus, i named my bag 'Mercer'. I carry my 'Mercer' everwhere, and defend him and love him when my cousin pretends to be sucked into it. "AH! I'M BEING SUCKED INTO THE DARK HOLE OF THE MERCE!" :(  *blank stare*
Then my brother, trying to impress me with his full, 5-years-of -life-knowledge, asked me with his little friend, "Isn't Rebecca Will's father?"
I was silent for a moment, pondering his question (and sanity) and then answered with, "Do you mean, 'Beckett?"
My brother just blinked. "Oh, right."
I think I exploded. 

That brings me to a fond memory at the local pool yesturday when I started arguing with some 7 year old kid that pirates were 'scum of the Earth" and "promote nothing but violence and uncleanliness".  He argued, with far less of an impress vocabulary, that "Norrington stinks", "their wigs make them look like cotton candy" and of course "Elizabeth is hot and Jack is awesome and Will is a real hero".   
That occupied 3 hours of my day. 

Well, that's your official update on the life of eb0nyr0se. 
That's my super-short show! 
SEE YA!