life, etc.

I've been waiting to download this Sims patch for about two hours when I remembered that I broke my promise.
It will never happen again I swear!
And then my second realization was that my life is extremely boring and I had nothing to tell you about..
So let's talk about dreams.
Many believe that they can see the future in their dreams. (how amazing and horrifying!)
I am not one of those people.
My dreams are usually very normal. I'm trying to make a cup of coffee but cannot aim the coffee into the cup and end up getting 2nd degree burns and go to the hospital and the doctors are all on break and... you know, normal? Right?
Last night my dream/nightmare went extreme. Probably because I saw three horror movies and ate a entire bag of candy with my brother.
Quarantine- Very realistic, made me jump at least twice. predictable ending. 3/5.
Paranormal Activity 3- Don't give me that look. They made me go see it in theaters. I am not a huge fan of "real" horror movies. I want blood and guts and and unrealistic tits and bad soundtracks! Otherwise, it was almost a comedy with the Satanic coven of witches (lol. Very offensive.) and the hilarious black gay men next to me. ("OMG! IT'S TOBY THE CHILD-MOLESTING GHOST!") I have to give them props, the ending was better than I expected, but still as bad as the first one. it didn't stop me from keeping the light on late at night though... 4/5.
Donnie Darko- Okay, not exactly a horror movie. But certainly as unnerving as, let's say, The Shining. Wonderful acting, interesting dialogue and plot, definitely one of my favorites. 5/5.
I am so off- topic!
Anyways, I suspect my horror movie marathon had something to do with these creepy- assed dreams.


I'm walking to my Step- Father's work. It's a couple blocks away to the Shopping center. I'm almost there, when I pass by a new store. "SoulMart"
Weird name. Not going in there.
I'm finally at his work. Mom's there too. They're speaking softly to each other away from everyone else. I walk up to them and kiss my little brother on the head. I look up to them, they're suddenly very tall. "Is everything okay?" I ask. No reply, just nervous glances. They tell me they have to go run some errands, will I babysit Dylan? I sit in Bobby's work for hours, finally walking home with my little brother.
They finally come home with a truckload of items in shopping bags, not to mention a new truck. "We got a great deal!" My Mom says, smiling. I'm in a very bad mood for no reason. I hand them Dylan and run to my room. This feeling lasts for weeks, my siblings feel the same. My mother says negativity is contagious, but I know it's more than that. I go for a walk, and decide to take a look at that weird store, SoulMart. I walk in and nearly collapse. Thousands of parents i know from around the town are in here, looking at.. almost everything. Everything you'd ever want is here, with signs in sharpie marker saying ".0000299994881 of spawns soul collectively"
What does this mean?
They are buying things with pieces of our souls. After all they've bought...
The cashier is laughing at me.
I'm damned.



Hah. So that was my weird dream. but also slightly funny. I think it has the conspiracy and family aspect of Paranormal Activity, along with the stress on our family from being below middle-class, and most of all, I blame it on this amazing book.

“Are you there, Satan? It’s me, Madison,” declares the whip-tongued thirteen-year-old narrator of Damned, Chuck Palahniuk’s subversive new work of fiction. The daughter of a narcissistic film star and a billionaire, Madison is abandoned at her Swiss boarding school over Christmas, while her parents are off touting their new projects and adopting more orphans. She dies over the holiday of a mari­juana overdose—and the next thing she knows, she’s in Hell. Madison shares her cell with a motley crew of young sinners that is almost too good to be true: a cheerleader, a jock, a nerd, and a punk rocker, united by fate to form the six-feet-under version of everyone’s favorite detention movie. Madison and her pals trek across the Dandruff Desert and climb the treacherous Mountain of Toenail Clippings to confront Satan in his citadel. All the popcorn balls and wax lips that serve as the currency of Hell won’t buy them off.

http://www.amazon.com/Damned-Chuck-Palahniuk/dp/0385533020

schoolgirl crush

Yet my hands are shaking
I feel my body remains, themes no matter, I’m on fire
On the playground, love.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZWo7Zm_n8c

I made the detachable collar, here's how to do it yourself:
http://rookiemag.com/2011/10/diy-collars-marlena/

everyday is halloween

We're now a few days into October, and you know what that means!
Where I live, October is really when you notice fall is coming. The leaves are beginning to age, the air becomes cooler, and there's just that... feeling. That amazing feeling I get around autumn, excitement and leaves rusting and carving pumpkins and chilly mornings filled with hot chocolate, long walks in eerie forests and layers upon layers of sweaters.
It doesn't take much to ensure that you enjoy every single day of fall like I do.
Go outside and pick up pretty leaves or flowers and tape them to your bedroom wall, or dress up as a favorite character even though we are a couple weeks away from trick-or-treating, and most of all make a playlist. Anything that gives you a sense of this stunning season, add it. I concentrated on spooky Halloween hits this time, because I am so behind on music I wouldn't even know where to start if I wanted to make a really good fall playlist. If you know any good songs or bands or anything, tell me, I desperately want to get into some new music.

As I said earlier, I made you all a halloween playlist.. but it's a little better fitting to call it my Teen Witch playlist. Now are you interested? Hah. I hope so.

pretty on the inside.. no, i'm serious.

I'm not what I would call "conventionally pretty."
God knows I've tried very hard to look and act like I was always taught to look and act like. But it simply doesn't go with my genetics, i guess.
I know I am judged sometimes for not trying to fit in, but rather do the opposite. I want to fit out, uh, stand out. I think it's nice to just be how you are. Not to hide under pounds of make-up, mall clothes, and going with exactly what your favorite celebrity just said.
I am not beautiful in the way women today are supposed to be.
But I am beautiful, like everybody on this entire planet.
Everyone.
I can show my beauty through my mind, and with all the things you can do and the opportunities your intelligence gives you, that's what matters most to me.

I'm just getting preachy now, so I'll stop. But please remember that this is so true.

Andy Warhol, my lord and savior once said:
"Everyone is beautiful, or nobody is."

entering the blogging world very late is cool

Hi, I'm Ivy. I've never finished anything I've started, so I will post an entry onto this blog once at least once a week until October 3rd, 2012. If this goes well, maybe I'll continue. Let's be internet friends, shall we?