An open letter to the oblivious.

"Ewww, that so gross, stomach hangin out an shit!"

You're bigger than me. Fatter, too. And probably younger as well; this is around the time they let you kids out of school. You're the kind of New Yorker who shrieks with laughter while trying to get a rise out of passing strangers. You would not be doing this if your friends were not surrounding you in a pack. You've grown up hardened, but if I'd stood there and taken your crap and then told you that you're only doing this to inflate your false ego and that you'll never end up a respectable adult with your current facade, you'd know it to be true. And you'd probably deck me.

You're not hurting me. You're just helping to perpetuate my cynicism towards the world.

Don't take pride in being a bitch. It's idiotic and will get you nowhere.

Love,
Olivia

Pointless essays, DnD, and my poor eardrums.

Today I have nothing interesting to say.

Took my school's required proficiency exam. They have to make sure I can write. It's bullshit; I got waived out of the freshman English class because my SAT scores were really high, but I still have to take the PE. Waste of time. Still, though, I sat in that stuffy room for an hour and a half and wrote a kickass essay. Tomorrow is my first humanities class here at SVA, The One-Act Play.

Anyways. Nothing really else. Been reading the DnD player handbook. Looks like the most awesome game in the world. Looking forward to playing it for the first time, next weekend.

My roommates were singing pop music karaoke for many hours this evening. Slightly painful. Their enthusiasm is adorable and admirable. Their singing voices, not so much.

That's it. Good night.

Can't get the tone-deaf rendition of Just Dance out of her head, aaaggghhhh,
Olivia

PS. Today's date is awesome. You've probably heard it said several times already. But I will say it again. It's awesome. I like numbers and patterns and palindromes. Today is awesome. 011110

Wow I'm a messy bitch.

Wow you guys, I am so proud of myself. I spent almost the entire day cleaning my room. Now it is clean. And I'm pretty much dead. Dead dead. Dead. Or at least very very tired. So I'm going to go to sleep.

Whoa clean room what is this,
Olivia

PS. Ohhhh myyyy gooooosh why is she always talking about boys. (Okay I admit I sound a bit of a hypocrite. But I don't obsess to anyone who will listen about some guy who hooked up with me months ago and is now ignoring me..) STOP TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF. You are also the girl who is always looking at yourself in mirrors and fixing your fucken makeup in the middle of the night and please just SHUT UP. You're not even saying anything new or different. It's always the same thing. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. Now you're just talking about getting him to want you again so you can reject him. SHUT UP. Since we started school you have been madly in love with at least five different guys. PLEASE JUST SHUT UP.

Back and sleepy.

Back in my New-York-home.

Traveling makes me tired. Good night.

Olivia

Home and then gone.

Hey'all.

Last day at home. I miss it already and I haven't even finished packing yet.

Been hanging out with my brother and my cat all evening. Helped him with a project for English, involving making a masquerade mask. Then he baked cupcakes and I drew Molly.

I am going to miss them both. And my parents. And like everything else..except the high school. I do not miss the high school. I saw all my art teachers and that's it.

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Regina Spektor's a bit of a trip.



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Remind me to pack my phone charger. It would suck if I didn't.

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I need to find a job this semester. I need money to eat.

And with that, good night.

Olivia

Avatar.

I'm tired. Also I just saw Avatar again, this time in 3D. The first half-hour made me nauseous. Then it got better, but the execution of the 3D wasn't perfect. I liked the 2D version better.

3D is difficult, man. The only movie I've seen that's been able to pull it off successfully and gimmick-free is Coraline. I've heard that Up was also good with it, but though I saw it twice in theaters, I didn't get to see the 3D version. I'll bet the recent run of Toy Story and Toy Story 2 did it well too, but I never got to that either, unfortunately.

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In other news..I'm ready for bed. My eyes hurt and my stomach is still kind of rolling from the movie; seriously, guys, the camera angle changes need to not be so jostling, the perspective not so focused.

Living in three dimensions,
Olivia

Google Wave, and another attempt at actually getting enough sleep. (Ooh, alliteration back there.)

GUESS WHAT.

I bought a charger for my DS today, yay, hooray. I am whizzing through this game; seriously, I'm probably going to finish it tomorrow.

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Google Wave is fun. It is a fun time. I thought I was going to sleep at like ten thirty or something, but we started writing a story in Google Wave instead and messing with each other's sentences and shit, and I ended up sleeping at..a bit past one. (Oh, I have such good self-discipline.)

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Uh. I'm going to try to sleep early again tonight. (Hah, we'll see how far that goes.) Good night!

Wave, Wave, Wavedy Wave, it's fun, seriously, it confused me for a while but now it's just another toy,
Olivia

PS. Seriously one of the most depressing things I've ever seen, even if whoever made it didn't pay much attention to quality..