Recipe for Getting On a Teacher's Nerves

[we had to write a 'recipe poem' for class. i was sleepy.]

* 1 cup of random outbursts
* 2 tbsp of ridiculous questions.
* 1 tbsp senseless answers
* 1 tsp illegible handwriting
* 32 oz caffeinated drinks
* 1/4 cup falling out of chair frequently
* 3 tbsp wandering around the classroom
* 2 tsp spontaneous funny faces and dancing
* 16 oz uncalled for humming and snapping
* 3 cups being a smart-aleck
* 5 shakes of periodically announcing to the class that they just lost The Game.

I'm good at making people laugh. (If you don't know what "The Game" is, it's just something we do where if you think of it, you lose it. Entirely pointless. :D)

In other news, I've been writing songs for my band. We want to try to get on Warped Tour within the next few years. I asked my mom, and she said she'd let me go if we got in. She's starting to get more supportive. Today we looked at Les Paul Studios. I like this one. Although, I'm unsure. Maybe one of these instead. She asked the salesman a lot of questions about financing. There's a $100 mail-in rebate we can get. So the first one would be $1,299. I'd still be $600 short, as of now. Although, there's layaway. I know I can get a few hundred this year, with babysitting (hey, it's more flexible than an actual job. and kids love me.) and birthday money and such. Audrey (drummer/sitarist) is coming over Monday and we're going to work everything out. And I am going to return her pants, that have been at my house for months. She left them once, and we keep forgetting. Anyways, I'm definitely getting a Les Paul Studio in the near future.

Cover of Holiday by Green Day soon? I think so. And I recently started a tumblr, here.

Love,
Izzy
[PS - My mom wants me to go by my first name, (which is not Izzy, that's derived from my middle name), and it gets kind of awkward and embarrassing when people find out my first name because it's so far from Izzy, so I'm going to go by Carly next school year. But you can still call me Izzy if you want to.]

Break?

So now I am on spring break. But it really is not much of a break because I am searching for a school to transfer too. And working on a million things. I can't wait until sumer break - except I have to try and get ether a job or an internship =/
I've decided I am far too busy to finish this blog.

questions, but no definite answers. yet.

I've been thinking a lot lately. Which is always a good thing, but, more specifically, thinking about subjects such as existence, the human thought process, time, etc. And the past.

As you live longer, you begin to find that sometimes, if you truly love someone, you just have to let them go. Along with that, to let grudges and mistakes go. Disconnect from dismal things, to the best of your ability. Know when things are worth fighting over. People can and will change, but don't always try to change them. Surround yourself with those you love and who love you in return. Carefully choose the people you show affection to. Love just a bit more in general, but be careful who you become emotionally attached to.

I know this is pretty much common sense for everyone, but I think we, as in the world in general, should adhere to this thing we know as "common sense" a bit more sometimes. It doesn't always seem so common.

I think I have a crush on one of my good friends, and the boy who I used to like has changed. They are always so awesome, for lack of a better term, and we share so many interests. (I love being vague.) Yet I confuse myself. I don't think I'll tell them for... a long time. Because with me, if I hold my feelings inside, and not show them too often, it tends to work out better.

I've also realized that I don't belong here. Maybe taking a really long road trip would be a good idea. Yet last time I tried to do that, it never really materialized. Money is an issue, so is parental consent. I want to go to Mesa and Phoenix, AZ and visit my family. A lot of them live there. Plus I have a close friend there.

Enough rambling.

Love,
Izzy

Well.

I don't really know anymore.

Things happened, I don't think I'm emotionally or mentally competent anymore, people are being irrational (as always), the world never ceases to greatly exacerbate me, and I'm still the imperfect mess that I'll always be.

As one of my dad's friends said, "Sometimes, I just want to spank myself because I spend so much time brooding and wasting energy over things that don't really matter."

And as a girl in my class (who is also in advanced English) said, "May you please come over here for I can ask you a question?" I have a strong desire to ask a lot of people questions. Those questions that you can't really ask. Such as, "Why did you do this?", "What is your problem?", etc.

When things are said, even if in a facetious way, that should not be said in the current predicament, sometimes more is damaged than known. I consider myself relatively magnanimous, and it's not like it doesn't ever take time for me to forgive people, but there are those who hold grudges for way too long, to the point where it simply turns the situation much worse than it ever needed to be.

I sincerely apologize if I seem terribly morose, but I've just been holding feelings inside for quite a while, and I assume that it's beginning to leak out.

In other news, I've decided that I'm going to learn bass. I'm still going to focus on guitar, yet I want to learn bass because it would be good to know. I plan on buying a Gibson Les Paul Studio, and then a random cheap bass. Cassidy has determined that she, Gina, and I talk extremely loud because we're part Italian. We've also determined that I am Geeky-germaphobic-guitar-Hispanic-nerdy-piano-procrastinating-viola Woman. I looked into my family history. Seriously, 80% of all my female ancestors that I know of are named Maria. We've traced a few people back into the 16th century. :D (Gaspar de Vera was born in 1861 in Nuevo España, Nuevo Leon, Mexico.)

If I combined all my female ancestors' first names and last names in my family that I know of, I would be Ana-Beatrice-Beatrize-Betty-Catilina-Elma-Francesca-Francisca-Gertrudes-Josefa-Juana-Junana-Karin-Lucia-Manuela-Maria-Miranda-Nepomucena-Paula-Teresa-Vicenta

Aragon-Armijo-Baca-Blea-Brito-Castillo-Chapa-Chaves-Clark-Diaz-Duran-de la Fuenta-Garcia-Holguin-Hurtado-de Jesus Ramirez-Jorge-Kropot-Kuczynski-de Losada-Lucero-Madrid-Moya-Nativiad-de Noriega-Parras-Porras-Ramirez-Romero-Sanchez-Sandoval-Segura-Qintana-Tapia-Ulibarri-Urioste-Vallejos-de la Vega-Vela-de Vera-de Verla

If I combined all the male names... :/ you don't want to know. This includes direct ancestors, not aunts or uncles.

Well, now that I wasted a few minutes of your life, I encourage you to go research your family history if you haven't done so already. All I found out is that EVERYONE was Mexican. Except back into the 16th century, there were a few people from Spain and Portugal/etc. It's pretty cool. I'm thinking I'm going to go by Sanchez one day, because that's my mom's maiden name and no one, absolutely no one, can spell or pronounce my last name without help. I've met about three people who could in my lifetime.

I just should change my name to Maria Sanchez. There. Because I don't like my first name either. I think it sounds like an old lady name. And, no, it's not Isabella. You know, I'm just about to completely give up on boys for a while. Or relationships, in general.

I'm such a messed up person.

Oh! And random quote time!

"That's all youth group is. Homosexuality and pain. Because, first, they made us see who could stick their feet in a bucket of ice the longest, and then they got the women counselors and some blindfolded boys had to feel their legs and guess who they were. But then they switched out a few of the women with men. So they made boys feel mens' hairy legs when they thought they were going to touch a woman's leg. That's just cruel and unjust." - Stephen.

Love,
Izzy

I can't stand how whenever you make a password now you have to add numbers in it - but everyone has different requirements
"there needs to be more then one number" "Can include symbols" "Symbols don't count but caps do" >.<
It makes me mad when I have to log in and out of things and it takes me 5 tries because I forget what their regulations are.

On a side note - we bought a TV today but the people who delivered it had no idea how to instal it. o_O Wth. We bought the tv from a tv store that said their employees all know how to instal these systems.

Now I have to edit/make a film about my bestest friend. I think I want it to be happy and sad at the same time. I hope I get points for making people cry/laugh.

i must have done something wrong, or maybe pissed off god.

Well, now... not way too much has happened since my last update, other than typical teenage drama, pretty much. Except:
1) My grandpa died on Wednesday.
2) I have terrible luck with everything. Except the Saints won the Superbowl. Other than that, everything's gone wrong. Honestly. But it can, and will, eventually get better.

...and, well, there's been a few good/funny things that happened.

1) The substitute teacher accidentally called Daniel Danielle.
2) Gordan, Sean, and I are changing our names on facebook to Backothebus. The conversation at our lunch table went something like this:
Gordan: I don't get why they aren't letting boys and girls sit next to each other on the bus.
Me: They're afraid that kids will start kissing or something.
Sean: Yeah, like ten people got in trouble last year on a field trip for, um, doing something.
Gordan: I heard about that... they caught someone doing it on the bus.
Me: Okay, now first of all, why would you do that, and second, how would you do that?
Gordan: Apparently they were laying down on the floor... and kids are just stupid. I'm sorry, but we are. We, as in ourselves, are not that kind of stupid, though...
Sean: True, true. But there's also the back of the bus, there's three or four seats back there. Still. Who would be dumb enough to try that?
Me: Uh, teenagers... yeah, a lot of bad crap happens there.
Gordan: HAHA, BACK OF THE BUS. THE KIDS BACK THERE ALWAYS HAVE DRUGS AND STUFF AND NONE OF THE TEACHERS CARE.
Sean: You would know, wouldn't you. And that's definitely our new inside joke. Let's all change our names on facebook to Back-of-the-bus.
Gordan: No, Backothebus.
3) Stella, out of the blue: Do you want a cookie?
Me: Uh, no, they have dairy and eggs, which I do not consume, and you have absolutely no idea how creepy that sounded.
4) Liz to Ruthie (kidding, of course): STOP TOUCHING ME. I AM GOING TO RAPE YOU.
Liz later: Seriously stop it. I AM GOING TO THROW YOU OUT YOUR WINDOW ON YOUR SLED, AND YOU WILL FALL DOWN YOUR ROOF AND THAT STEEP HILL IN YOUR BACKYARD, AND INTO A CREEK WITH SHARP ROCKS.
Liz again: Ruthie, I am going to tie you to a tree and hit you with a belt repeatedly.
5) Good stuff has happened. But people are being confusing. Stating the obvious is fun.

...anyways, we're almost at 150 posts, and I believe the blog will hit its first anniversary on February 28th. I think that's relatively awesome.

Love,
Izzy

STATic

I found, there's nothing to this underneath
Just a fight for lives uncertain 
No matter what happens the outcome feels the same
So if I hurry
I'll still be here all the same
I was kidding myself to think
That a hospital bed with wheels
Meant a smoother recovery
Or that every time the vital signs drop
That the doctor will find medication in time

We were all left wondering where the quality of life went
Hooked up to a thousand machines
Everyone would like to think they'd help
But they only preserve the dead
On the days when I'm breathing
Or the days when I'm gasping
It all reads the same
I'm living
At the cost

Cause I'm done here
My life's lost most of it's recognition
For most my wounds are nothing now
Their friends been gone so long
That the cards and balloons are further in between
A way of life, no longer an emergency 
I'm living like this everyday
Like the beep on the LCD
Never stops, and when it dose, CPR is administered
All the same
Everyday
My walls are white
The color I'll never see

"get your pants off the ground!"

Frequently, my friends and I demonstrate irrational stupidity that probably no one ever thought possible. Examples include the following:

Cassidy and I were messing with textbooks in math because we already thoroughly knew the material and had nothing better to do. The textbooks all fell onto the floor. We picked them up. Then somehow, we grabbed wrists and I fell and knocked over Austin's desk. Then Gordan ran through the hallway singing about windows. Later, he tried a piece of dark chocolate, and was very melodramatic about how bad it tastes. Cassidy and another friend thought it was fine. It was only 70% cacao... Austin layed down on the floor in math for about ten minutes. The teacher didn't notice. Stella and I walked into school very solemnly, with dark sunglasses on. Several friends of ours decided to yell out revolting things at random intervals. At the end of the day, Stella, Amanda, and I all hugged each other. Amanda would not let go for seriously, five minutes or so. Relatively awkward. Stella and I said multiple times "Hey, Amanda, I love you too, but I really need to go home now." I have an unshakeable feeling that we'll always be little children deep inside.

Not too much has happened recently, other than I reconnected with some old friends, and bought tickets to see AFI in Charlotte, on March 13th. I actually paid for all the tickets this time. It was definitely worth it. I probably won't see them again for at least two years. And the concert is on a weekend.

Love,
Izzy

Irrational but awesome!

Life is silly.
Trying to decide if I want to be rational and logical or irrational and happy.
Let you know further information by the end of next week on my decision.
Off to sell everything.
Except not everything.

Pizza, Complaining, Credits, Complaining,

I am going to attempt to blog more often - why - because I have nothing else to do with my life.

I have been on vacation sense mid-December and I have failed to do anything productive - except decide what I want to do with my life.

First off: first semester of college was terrible - Not terrible by normal college freshman standards. No. Terrible enough that if everyone I knew put their worst college experience in a pot and stirred it around for 20 minutes my first semester would still have been worse.
- Maybe I am over exaggerating. - But it was pretty terrible.
Where to start... Orientation: I made one friend who I proceeded to lose by the next day. Then we were supposed to go to lunch with our advisors - I was planning on skipping that day of orientation but figured meeting my advisor would be a good thing. My advisor did not show up (and they also announced that 50 kids did not have their advisor as a teacher .. I was one of those 50 kids) We paraded around for hours doing a scavenger hunt while my orientation leader was a self centered baby who wanted everyone to pay attention to her, then getting dragged to a lunch - by this time I was cranky, hungry and tired. They proceeded to have the lunch arrive an hour late, I stayed because they said I could eat something. No. We all get in line - and all they got were pizzas. And like 6 small salads- because I was at the end of a 300+ kid line I decided I mine as well take the 20 minute hike back to my dorm. - Yes there is no reason for me to complain about that, not that big of a deal. But the little things add up!. The next major thing we did or orientation was this "boat cruse" thing where they put us on a boat and drove around the harbor for a few hours in the freezing cold. - I didn't manage to find anyone I felt like talking to so I sat with one of my roommates the whole night as she texted her boyfriend. Oh yea. MY PHONE FELL OFF THE BOAT! Spash! Right into the Boston Harbor. So I asked the people in charge of the ship when we were going back because they kept giving us terrible times. It was probably 9pm at this point - they said they decided instead of 10 they want to go in at 11. >.< (Oh yea- Couldn't eat any of the boat food ether after them insisting they did and it would be a wonderful time just to get me to pay the 40 bucks to go)
First day of classes - low and behold they messed up my schedule. What I signed up for was not on there -so I go over to the registration office and they tell me "oh yeah. Some kids schedules got messed up but we didn't have time to tell them so we just gave them what was left" Thanks for the heads up. All my classes were alright -except my teachers were all crazy.. To make a long story short - I don't think I accomplished anything all semester.
So semester two class picking time rolls around - we were supposed to meet our advisors (again). They all had assigned rooms - but my advisor decided she wanted to do it in her office. So after absentmindedly wandering around the school I found her - she then told me she didn't know what she was supposed to be doing cos she never went to any of the meetings and she doesn't check her school email. Brilliant! So she signs my forms - later I figure out that the classes I signed up for don't exists because the school emailed us all the wrong information. My advisor failed to tell me this - thankfully my roommates happened to have good advisors. So the day comes where we are supposed to sign up for classes - so they use the freshmen as test dummys and try this new computer program. they happened to forget they have the worst server in the whole world - so it crashed. So I go up to the registration office in my pjs - along with 50 other kids and they keep trying to tell us it will be up soon - but every time it comes up it crashes because the next "wave" of kids tries to sign up. After spending 5+ hours in the registration office I got signed up for classes and had to run to my class.

I apologize for all the complaining but I need to get it out.

So aside from classes I have been trying to get out of paying a ton of money for a meal plan that I can't use because there is no food I can eat. First - the people I try to contact refuse to get back to me - once my parents get involved they say I have to do all of it - well I would have if they ANSWERED ME! So I got a doctors note - they decided that I still had to pay - so I got a second doctors note and told them I was not going to pay the meal plan money for the bill - they keep sending me a bill for the meal money now even though they got the letter. I am going to kick someone in the mouth if they send me another bill.

Now I am trying to get out of there asap because if I leave I will have too many problems: They are a pass fail school, They have their own "curriculum" that liberal art schools/universities don't have, it is cheeper than the other art schools I would go to, so if I leave I wasted a whole semester (year) of school. But they only let you take 18 credits a semester where I am - so I have to take summer/winter classes so that I can graduate early and then go to grad school because with out it I won't have a job >.<

Now on top of all this I don't have anywhere to live next year >.<

But I am done ranting for now.