karietigah!!!

I feel that I've come to the end of a personal era with radiofreerory so I'm starting a new journal. It feels more...'me' I suppose. Run over and say hi, please.

Finally, internet. FINALLY.

A real post coming soon. FINALLY. AGAIN.

THEY. KILLED. HIM.

WHAT? THE? FUCK?

ARE? YOU? SERIOUS?

JFLKDS JGKFDJGKLFDJLKSDJKFJ IVE BEEN WATCHING THIS SHOW ALL THIS DAMN TIME AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME? YOU KILL OFF TOO MANY FUCKIN CHARACTERS!!! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME! WHO THE HELL WILL MAKE THE TEA NOW? HUH? HUH?

ARE YOU SERIOUS? ARE YOU REALLY SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?

FUCK YOU R.T.D.

SERIOUSLY.

FUCK YOU.

as you can tell, my maturity has grown in leaps and bounds. I really am actually upset over this. :( *nerd*

Obscurity! Birthdays!

HEROES: IS IT ME, OR DID THEY PULL A DOCTOR WHO WITH SYLAR?!?!?! I WAS SITTING THERE AND WAS LIKE HMMMMM HAVENT I SEEN THIS SOMEWHERE BEFORE? AND THEN I WAS LIKE OH LLOLOLOL FAAAAIL.

SYLAR = THE MASTER
BUT ALSO- PETER= THE DOCTOR & NATHAN = THE MASTER (SOFT VERSION??)

I broke this keyboard. :(

I miss real updates.

Guess whose back?

Tell a friend!

(finally)

Gosh, I really don't know where to start. I want more than anything to say thar I'm back, but due to certain circumstances I am not. However, I have nicked philip's sidekick and it is a free period, and I am feeling like I need to update all of you on my adventerous life.

This keyboard is impossible to navigate with, I don't know how everyone else does it.

Let's see, I don't know where to star. For one thing, I have already unoficially got suspended once, and threatened to get suspended once as well.

We're in a recession, obviously, and the family is feeling the brunt of it- cable, phone and internet are all gone. Rent is the only thing, really.

Dad is in indian... again. I still don't know why exactly, but I'm sure it has something to do with the wife.

Chaun hates me now, more or less, for reasons that are unclear to me. He also has a new girlfriend that I am wary of already, as she is a bit on the flash side. Which is all aces and jacks with me, but with his personality it just doesn't mesh. I adore him, and want the best for him. I don't want him to waste his time with her the same way he did with me.

Ricky and I just celebrated our six-monther, and it was v sweet. I stole a pair of his drumsticks, painted them his favorite color purple, and embelished them with our names and the dates and a phrase on each side with some of mom's old college supplies from pearl paint. He brought me books, and was trying to find plath and cummings poetry for me, but failed. We had dinner in the park in thr freezing colf. His mother still dislikes me, but I'm trying to ignore and pass it off as pregnancy. The baby is due at the end of the month, and I'm so excited for him.

I still do feel depressed, but in a new sort of way, and it's v hard to explain without going into further details about it.

Heroes this season is over-sexualized, extra gore-filled and ultra gay. I FUCKING LOVE IT!!! I miss doing recaps of it.

I hope all of び had a happy Thanksgiving, and if I don't get a chance to update before then a merry Christmas and happy New Year as well.

Jsdhferkwhsdsh23wewkerdfrkh234kwerk I miss keyboard smashing, too. I am wilting in this technological absence.

Oh, and I totally failed Nanowrimo this year. But that's another story.

XxxCarrie

Grandpa just died.

Hmm. Feels like my stomach is trying to come up through my throat. And the thing is, I haven't been around him much. Or, well, at all since I was thirteen. And we didn't get along super lovey-dovey great. But fuck, I miss him.

Mom's being a spaz. And it's so, so tiresome.

I miss my dad like a huge black hole.

Too many things running around in my head like a circle.

I feel very, very heavy. And I don't even have a brother.

Can't form proper thoughts at the moment, let alone words.

Ngh. 11th grade?

The first two days the juniors and seniors were assigned to go to a Church hall for 'peer mentoring' or something of that sort. It was like school, yet we sat in chairs in rows and we had lectures and played ice breaker games so we could all get to know each other better. There was food, but you had to pay. I didn't find this to be a problem, however, and ate both days. My hustle flow this year is amazing. Felt a little odd thinking about wanting to ravish Ricky silly with a gigantic cross right behind me, but I found a way to move around that issue by semi-extinguishing those thoughts. Quick.

Went back to school for the first time today. We're on the third floor now, and we have the whole floor to ourselves, save the teachers and a handful of 10th graders. I'm in the second smatest class, and it's a shame, really, because I want to be in 11A with Breanna, Ossie, Malcolm M, Malcolm W, Ricky & the rest of the gang. I'm not. I'm with Ichelle, yes, but it's just weird being with her, and while we do giggle at our teachers and make jokes, it's not the same. I mostly stayed quiet today-- well, no, that is a lie. I did talk, but it was mostly joking and making fun of the teachers and the principal.

When school was over I went to the fourth floor and said hello to the office and nicked some tape from them. Ms. Mason was hidden behind a large monitor, and peeked her head over and throughly scared the shit out of me. Everyone had something cute to say about my red and blue suspenders today. I talked to Ms. Rivera, who is one day past her due date, and was over all happy, I think. Or, well, regulated. School isn't exciting because my class is dull, but I'm sure we'll liven up sooner or later. I know I fucked up with slacking off last year, and I'm paying for it now. Hard.

Other stuff:

Lunch is fourth period. Which is 10 o'clock. Which means they're buggin'. No one eats lunch at 10 o'clock. That's brunch.
The day seems to stretch on forever.
I really love my Advisory/Chemistry teacher, Mr. G. The 'G' stands for GANGSTA.
English is going to be a long haul this year.
Danny managed to royally fuck up and split her finger open, so now she's wandering around with a gauze tape cast. Poor moose.
I really need to eat on time.
Oh, Dorsey just called me. He's still not out yet. Three minute collect calls are bitter-sweet. : (

I'm really anxious to get my hands on Twenty-One from Mystery Jets. Flakes is such a fantastic break-up song.

I slept over at Ichelle's on Friday into this morning. It was quite surreal because earlier that day I had went to sleep at twelve, and I didn't go to sleep until five thirty-six this morning. It's like my body doesn't shut down. Around three after watching Ferris Buller's Day Off I retired upstairs and called Ricky in a v. v. weak attempt to not go crazy since Ichelle was passed out on the couch. I was going to leave a long, rambly message full of nonsence and sillyness, but he actually picked up, which throughly scared the shit out of me because his sleepy voice sort of wafted onto the phone and I almost dropped it. I ended up talking to him from three to five thirty, which was v. endearing, since he couldn't sleep properly anyway and I just happened to call him at the exact same moment he had gotten up.

I curled up in her bed and played classical music and watched the sun rise before I forced myself to sleep.

Me and Ichelle have a webshow called cShell, which is totally ripping off iCarly, but whatever. We prank called people and danced around to spanish music and rolled around on her bed and floor. Then we got into a fight and I cut my finger open and busted my lip slightly. Ichelle was all red and bruised up, so it was a good deal. Then we watched Kat William's The Pimp Chronicles and snuggled on her couch under a huge cover. This morning, as usual, I snuck out her house while everyone was still asleep, left a note on her bed, stole some change to get on the bus and walked home.

Um. A few minutes ago he just appeared at my door, knocking on the window. Cute. Super weird, but cute. He was all sweaty and was hanging halfway on his bike. I came to the door wearing his shirt and boxers with my hair half curled, since I was face down in the pillows before he had knocked at the window. Scared me out of my half-sleep. It was nice to see him, even if it was only for fifteen minutes. I sort of latched my arms around his neck and danced with him while he kept smelling me, and tickled him a lot. Cute.

I really should wash out his shirt.

Or maybe not.


EW. DOUGHTNUTS. OR DOUGHNAUTS? OR DONUTS? OR NO NUTS AT ALL?

School is in like, a week. I can't take this bullshit.

DAD? GO SUCK ON A ROPE.

I can do anything I want as long as it makes sense.

OMG! SO EXCITED! CANNOT TALK PROPERLY! HOPE IT IS TRUE! DOCTOR WHO SPOILER FOR CHRISTMAS SPECIAL. RIGHT HERE

...IF THIS IS TRUE I WILL EXPLODE. THE ONLY WAY IT COULD GET BETTER IF JACK WAS IN IT. OMG. I REALLY HOPE IT'S TRUE, JUST BECAUSE...KFJDKDJFKDJKGJFD. "I LOVE IT WHEN YOU USE MY NAME." FUCKITY FUCK WHAT?

Lucid Dreams? Oh, Franz, really? I don't know. It's uber funky and has nice cradle-rocking guitars and Paul's signature slap drum beat. The lyrics are the odd ones out, though. I'm waiting for it to grow on me. It doesn't really help that I don't know the lyrics yet.

In other news, (thanks a lot Katy) I had an amazingly vivid Doctor Who dream last night. When I woke up this morning I scrambled to write as much of it as I could down, and I just found the paper wedged between my bed. My handwriting is slanted and very loopy-- basically jibberish, but I've de-coded most of it.

The Doctor, Rose and I were on another planet which sort of looked like the Shadow Proclaimation from The Stolen Earth/Journey's End. There was a massive projection of the Solar System in blue and the Doctor paced around a lot with a nervous look on his face while Rose and I asked him what exactly was going on and how we ended up there. Apparently we were in a opposite world and we needed to reverse the polarity to get back to our universe, so he told Rose to toggle the TARDIS switches to cancell out whatever had transported us there in the first place. We end up in a limbo place-- like, a huge maypole floating in the middle of the milky way, and the TARDIS is in mid-rotation when we open the doors and peer outside. We're orbiting around a planet for Tennis Gods or something of that sort-- Venus and Serena and Mia are some of the names of the stars. I totally blame the olympics for this. We land on this planet that has these intricate marble stones that are brown and black, but when the natives step on them they change to blue and red and become holding cages. There was this woman in a huge parka that looked really old and evil looking, and the natives kept stepping on the stones to trap her. The Doctor wanted to help, so me, him and Rose tried to step on them, but a large and booming voice above said we couldn't because we were 'invalid.' The Doctor pulls a blue disk out of his pocket which is beeping, which he used to call the TARDIS to him, apparently, before it suddenly shatters into a million pieces. The voice laughs and tells us to follow the trail, so, distraught, The Doctor, Rose and I do. While we walk through the city The Doctor tried to sonic the device back together, but it refused to resonate. We came upon a warehouse which was very dark and rusty with cobwebs and old items like jokeboxes and 50s dresses. A humanoid figure in a pink period dress appears there smoking a cigarette and smiles at us. The Doctor pulls out a gray pistol and fingers it uneasily, as if to shoot, but me and Rose know that he won't. A black old fashioned car rolls up and we get inside of it, and the woman flies into the air and points a bent finger at the Doctor acusingly, telling him of her need to race any and everything and to bet all her money on the greatest thing. The Doctor got out of the car, annoyed, and demanded to know what this had to do with anything. She said that she had stole the TARDIS and that she was on the run and gestured to an old airplane that she had parked in the middle of the warehouse near a highway ramp. "But why are you doing this?" The Doctor yelled out, and she chuckled, saying dimly that they were both running from the same thing. Just then Jack teleported into the car between me and Rose (looking damn well good fine as usual, let me tell you) and started yelling that we had to get out of the car right at that moment. The woman started laughing madly and Daleks suddenly appeared in the sky. The Doctor's eyes welled up and he ran to the car just as a Dalek started shooting at it. He pulled out his sonic, soniced the frame inside the car, and grasped onto Jack's collar tearfully and started screaming out "oh no, not again, oh Rasillion not again!" Rose and I looked helpless and started to shake him, asking him what we were going to do. Jack held the Doctor's hand and started calling for Ianto through the comm system to initiate the transport back to the Hub when a Dalek crashed through the window and we all started screaming ---

And then I woke up. But it felt so realistic, and I was totally screaming when I woke up. Plus, that and seeing Ten cry like a five year old made me sniffle.

Supposed to go out with Danny tomorrow. I miss her, and she's a fab friend. Will probably have a whole story pertaining to that tomorrow.

Top five songs currently:

Everybody Nose (All The Girls Standing In The Line For The Bathroom)- N.E.R.D.
My Drive Thru- Pharrell, Santogold & Jules
Girls All Around The World- Lloyd
You Waste Time Like A Grandfather Clock- The Myriad
Hideaway- Mystery Jets


Trying to keep busy, but still feel greatly weighed down. Not complaing, just a fact at this point.
Ricky came inside my house for the first time and was v. scared. Mom didn't help by being uber cheerful and funny.
May go to Central Park later on this week.
Changed my layout, my profile, and my my space, just because I felt overwhelmed.
May sleep over at Ichelle's.
Dad and mom argued through a window for an hour. I hid under the covers, as usual. Then I came to the window but couldn't speak because my heart was hammering in my chest. He slipped a twenty into my shaking fingers and I motioned a telephone signal with my hands.
I'm tired of everyone arguing around me.

DOCTOR MOTHERFUCKING WHO? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? FKJDKJKLDJGKLFJDLKGJFDKGJLFKDJGKLFDJGKLFDJGKLFDJGKLJFDGKLJL

TRYING FOR NO SPOILERS, BUT CAN'T CONCENTRATE:

JACK HITTING ON POOR LUKE. "THAT'S MY SON."
PRIME MINISTER RETURNS?!?!?
DEFENSIVE IANTO IS DEFENSIVE
MARTHA IS HOT
ROSE IS JEALOUS
ENOUGH WITH THE EXTERMINATE ALREADY
OMFG I CAN'T BREATHE
DONT REGENERATE?
FDLJKLDJGKFJDKGJFKDJGKLJFDKJGFKJDGLKFDJLGKJFDJGLKFDJGLKFJDKLGJFDKJGLKFJD

NO. NO. NO!

FUCK THIS. I'M NOT LETTING RTD RUIN ANOTHER SHOW. THEY DID IT WITH TORCHWOOD, AND I NEARLY DIED FOR THAT.

BUT THEY CANNOT DO THAT WITH DOCTOR WHO. NO. NO. NO!!!

isit_7_05yet Is a support group until Saturday. How long do us Americans have to wait?!

May 17th, I could kiss you! Band Practice today, all sorts of win. In fact, I think I can honestly say that I feel like I win at life today. Actually, no, I do know it-- I WIN AT LIFE TODAY. Just...yes. But seriously, I'm glowing, and I don't glow like this often. Went shopping with Danny the day before and brought a little black dress, v. cute.

I wrote this on Saturday. Oh, Carrie.

School is winding down, and I'm trying to finish up the schedule for Spirit Week next week. I love being VP sometimes. Then next week is my birthday. Gosh, I'm beyond excited.

I like Ricky more and more each day, which is proving to be a problem, really, since I really didn't want to like the little intolerable curly-haired fucker.

Oh, useless post? I THINK SO.

D&EUPDATEBTW.HAITHARKATY.

Today my class scared off our second science teacher. He cursed us out and left in a huff. Mission accomplished, bitch. Not really, though, since now Ms. Mason will probably be our teacher again, and I really don't want that. Not because she's horrible, but she has enough work as it is since she's back as VP to deal with. Oh, and she's pregnant! (I'm the only one that gets excited when teachers get knocked up, huh? Ricky's beyond elated.)

I went to the doctor, finally. Got my physical and whatnot so I can work this summer! After a long, long journey I ended up finding out that there may be something with my ovaries and/or kidneys, which is what is causing me to have those sharp pains in my side. : ( That's not cool. I'm not worried, though. I'm just waiting for the lab to give us a call back.

Allergy season is madness! My eyes are red and swollen and itchy as hell, and I can't take it. Between me sneezing all over the place and waking up with gunk in my eye I'm going to scream.

I have a new found love for Rufus Wainwright. *sigh* IT'S ALWAYS THE GAYS.

"...(it) features every companion under the sun - Donna, Martha, Rose, Mickey, Sarah Jane, K9, Jack, Gwen, Ianto, plus "assorted family"

FUCK ME, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IANTO AND GWEN ARE COMING IN FOR THE SEASON FOUR FINALE. KJGDFJGKLFJDKGLJFDJGKLFJDKLGJFDLJGFLJDGLKF. SCORE ONE FOR MY PREDICTIONS CHART!!!! JUST, OMG, YES. SO MUCH WIN IS GOING TO COME FROM THIS.

NEW LIST:

IANTO MUST MAKE TEN TEA, AT LEAST.
JACK HAS TO INTRODUCE IANTO TO THE DOCTOR. "SEE, LOOK, I CAN REPLACE YOU."
LOL, IANTO SHOULD WEAR A PINSTRIPE SUIT.


DID I MENTION THIS IS GOING TO BE AMAZING?!!?!? *goes back to reading cannon lists*

Without giving away any spoilers (even though England is like, three episodes ahead of us now) I really enjoyed Partners In Crime. At first I was a tad bit worried since good old RTD wrote the episode himself, but I forgot that he does lite-episodes well. And, since we've already established Donna's character, it wasn't that hard to click with her character again.

( sonic pens? )

OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD. DFJKDJLKDJKLGJDFJGLKFDJLKGJFDJGLKFDJGKLDJLKGJFDKGJFDJGLKFDJKLGJD I CAN'T STOP GAWKING. JUST. WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? NGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

KATY, WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!?!