so long sweet summer, so long sweet slumber

I love you, dear blogspot. But you've become fat and ugly, and I simply can not stand your crusty liver spots any longer. It's you, not me. I hope we can still be fuckbuddies.

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the days are running shorter by the hour

TRIP DUH FUCK OUT:



I've literally spent the past three days in a row tolerating Jeff F. I don't know how much more I can take ;) He came over for a Disney movie night on Sunday, and we watched the cinematic geniuses of Haunted Mansion and Hercules. Monday, spent the morning at SeaWorld with Julianne and got the worst sunburn of my life. Got home around 5pm, went over to Jeff's house to meet the madre at 7pm, and stayed until 10pm watching "Teeth". Today, after registration at Rosary (CAPTAIN, NOSTALGIA HAS FINALLY LANDED), had lunch at Brownstone Cafe with . . . Jeff! Surprise, surprise. We'd attempted to score some yummy Italian waffles at Rialto Cafe, but they were closed :( After Brownstone, made a quick trip to Lollicup so Jeff could get his Milk Tea Boba fix. Then off to some random park where we spent five minutes wasting life, then finally his house where we watched "Wanted". Stayed until 6pm then driving school. While I was at AAA, Jeff took Julianne shopping and pretty much failed at life after getting bitched at by my mom for keeping her out too late. Ha.



Scott Lee, you are a smelly bigfoot's dick for not calling me all these months. I know you're in Korea and all, but can a brotha get a long-distance phone!? Come back already so we can go crash some fucken church retreats, woot woot!



Hello, my name is Izzy; and I'm addicted to FML.

FOR HECTOR MANNY KEKOA CASAS (because I luhh the kid):

"Today, I was walking out of a bar when someone grabbed me by the throat, and slammed me against a wall, saying "Stop fooling around with my wife, because next time - I'll kill you." I'm gay and haven't been with a woman since 1985. FML"

and they all want to fuck the cause

Hello, hello, hello. Busy morning, busy day, busy evening, super-kinda-really "busy" night ;) Bought my school uniform from Huntington today, then went to X&Y and got a fringe vest & cute little graphic tee. Sat at home for awhile waiting for everyone to get home, then went to buy my new (bright yellow!) backpack, and then Mr. Jeff Eff came over for a late-night moviefest (tonight's specials included Disney's Haunted Mansion and Hercules). Theennn he left to go home / hang out with Vanessa / huh?. But anyway, shit made my night:



Jennifer's Body is coming out soon, and the only reason I'm really super excited is because it's scripted by my favorite writer / journalist / producer / scriptwriter / columnist ever: DIABLO CODY. She also happens to be the mastermind behind Juno, which in my book is major brownie points when it comes to movie successes.



So dis beezy right hurrr (serenading me with "Bones" by the Killers) . . .



. . . just promised me he'd go to HARD Haunted Mansion with me no matter what, so I'm holding him to that. We're gonna try and get a certain Tahitian dancer to come as well, but her people tell my people that she's ridiculously busy lately, so hopefully her schedule'll clear up a bit by Halloweeeeen. But no matter what, he has to go for the sake of not getting his ass kicked in thumb wrestling. Sucka!

EXTENDED ADDITIONS:
Haream Hyun likes what what in the butt?
Michelle Nanoff needs to settle the fuck down!
And HANNAH TRIAS is, er...
"I'm in serious . . .
I'm very distraught
and THEN i bought this today... it's a makeup bag but i was like hell no it'll be my pencil case and i love it
Yes I know, but my backpack... i dunno you know? AHHH wow this is the only exciting thing in my life how sad."
Oh, Trias, how you amuse me so.

THE BE-RITES

izzyvuuu: sooooo i think
YOU SHOULD KEEP THE BACKPACK!
hannahtrias: haha mark thinks so..
alright
if ppl make fun of me YOU STAND UP FOR ME
and you go wherever i go, because our backpacks are family noww
izzyvuuu: I PROMISE
we'll have to have a family name then.
well you're bright orange
and i'm bright yellow
so hmmmmmm...
hannahtrias: haha your creative you can think of that
izzyvuuu: THE BE-RITES!
bright
b-right?
hannahtrias: I LIKE IT
izzyvuuu: and whoever makes fun of us
for having orangeade and banana backpacks
be wronnngggggg! :D
hannahtrias: Hahahaha alright



izzyvuuu: i wonder who else can be apart of our be-rite family
hmmm...
who has a brightass backpack!?
hannahtrias: I DON'T KNOW
izzyvuuu: we shall seeeeeee!

a coma might feel better than this

You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me, and that's what made me see where I was going wrong. You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself. I can only blame myself; you can only blame me. And I could write a song a hundred miles long. Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me. And I could write it down or spread it all around, get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea. You put me on a line and hung me out to dry, and darling that's when I decided to go to sea. You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes, made me realize what I could not see. And I could write a book, the one they'll say that shook the world, and then it took it back from me. The streets you're walking on, a thousand houses long. Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me. Oh, what good is it to live with nothing left to give, forget but not forgive, not loving all you see? You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea. Yeah, you belong with me, not swallowed in the sea.



You're all that matters to me.
Stop worrying about the things that don't.
The past will tear us apart.