Yes! Today is Halloween! Plan A: wear my uncle’s old, scary, chinease dude mask and scare little kids Plan B: lay at the bottom of a box filled with candy and jump out at people when they go to get candy Plan C: dress up as a dead old lady, lay in the front yard and attack people. See, I can’t find my Uncle’s mask -the old chinease dude- or a box…so I think I’m doing Plan C. No, I will dress up as a dead person, sit in a chair on the front porch with a bowl of candy and scare little kids. Oh the fun I will have

I am going to go get ready now (: Bye!

What are you doing for Halloween??

First of all, as you know, yesterday was my site’s birthday! Yeah! Party! I’ve now officially had this blog for a year x) I remember when my goal was to get 5,000 hits by, well, today. BUT we have gotten 3x that amount!! Ah that’s so cool!! Haha sorry I’m easily amazing (:

This week, as I’ve said before, is spirit week! It’s actually pretty cool. I’m excited cuz tomorrow is pajama day. :D Maddy and I discovered that we have the same pajama pants so we’re going to match haha It’ll be pretty sick! Oh you have no idea how happy I am that we get a 3 day weekend this week, then a 4 day weekend next week. It’s just amazing. Simple as that. Today we did dances in PE with 8th graders because this Thursday is the fall dance. (still no sure if I’m going?) We did the electric slide and cotton eye joe. Haha I fail at the cotton eye joe but am actually pretty good at the electric slide. PE is so much more fun than choir. Ugh choir is the most boring class…All you ever do is sing the same songs over and over and over again. I’m so happy that we don’t have to take choir, or any music classes for that matter, next year. Er…I don’t think we do? Hopefully not. -.-

Ok, so yesterday Megan and I decided that our new ‘favorite song’ is Replay by Lyaz. “Shawty’s like the melody in my head, can’t get it out. Got me singin’ like na na na na everyday. It’s like my iPod’s stuck on replay.” Go listen to it. Buy it on iTunes (:

 Any song recommendations?

Ughh this weekend has been so stupid!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday I was supposed to go to Haunted World, right? Well Megan never called…so we never went… Then today my Dad was supposed to pick me up but forgot about me -I guess-. Then Logan, Brayley, Juston, Ashlin and I were going to go to go see Where the Wild Things are but NOOOO nobody was home so I didn’t have a ride. UGH Screw life!!!!!! RAHHH!!!!!!!!

-is too angry to bother putting her signature on this post-

Just a quick post cuz I got to go soon. First of all, WOO!! YEAH!! 15,000 HITS!! The day before I’ve had this blog for a year. Yes, tomorrow will be the first anniversary! -high five- !!! I made new page yesterday. I like the Go Green part the best, so go check it out I’ll be adding books, movies and music pages to it later. http://lissasartgallery.wordpress.com/life/

Ack, I promise I’ll make another post later but right now I have to go make my Dad a birthday card cuz he is going to be here in a few. See ya! And thanks again!!

When is your Dad’s birthday?

I can’t stop thinking today. It’s not like on other days I don’t think. Just not like this. Not so I wish I had a remote. You know. Click off. Not so I think I’m sick. Or I disgust myself. This morning I was caught in the traffic on Flatbush. I forgot the goddamn construction and we’re moving a foot at a time toward the Manhattan Bridge. I look up and there’s a blimp. Not the Goodyear- the Fuji- rising into the sky. I’ve never seen a blimp climbing upward. They’re always just there. I don’t know what I thought, people climbed up ropes. Or it sort of floated upward like a hot-air balloon? So I watch this rond roll of film ascending. And then I imagine it exploding, green “F’s” and “I’s” falling from the flaming sky and crashing about the Fulton Market, and there’s screaming and pandemonium. We crawled under our cars so we wouldn’t get burned or crushed, but some people panic or run and are cut down by the shower of blimp and I had to tell the police and press my eyewitness account. All day it’s been like this. I’m walking down Seventh. I picked up this package and Canal Street. Took the Brooklyn Bridge back. I’m actually feeling pretty good, I got a spot on the Tuesday side. I stop and look in at the antique shop. This guy stops and looks also. He’s really my type. I think he’s looking at the same thing I’m looking at- this lamp with a horse head as the base. Very Godfather. That’s pretty neat I think, if we both liked the same thing. Then I imagine us getting married. Then, I imagined him getting cancer and I sit by his bedside every night. And I yell at the nurses and doctors when it’s time for his medication and I couldn’t find them, and we talk very late at night about eternity and grace and then he died. I cried silently at his bedside with the moon spilling through the shades. But I’m pregnant, so his story wouldn’t be over, and I’ll raise our child alone and I’ll be strong.

The guy had the good sense to move on. Maybe he was a mind reader. I’d move. It’s not like I don’t know why I’m doing this. I know why. So why can’t I stop myself? Why won’t my mind listen to me? I mean, is this how I mourn? I’ve never really had the opportunity to mourn, except over dead pets. I’ve been spared so far the inevitable. Even this is still on the periphery, it still doesn’t directly affect me. I’m going through my day as usual. Back and forth to the City, a few more times that I want. I love living in Brooklyn in many ways- air, grass, sky. But sometimes I feel I should walk around with a suitcase. Save me a few trips. Also a portable bank machine. I’m the kind who only takes out twenty dollars at a time, so I need to go three times a day. God, I wish I could go about my buisness and put my brain on  record, an look at it later, when I have time, when I can understand it.

I was on the subway just now. I’ve got too good a parking place now to risk driving. Of course, there’s a congestion ahead. We sit. I read the headlines of a newspaper that is open next to me. A man was shot trying to stop a robbery. The subway car door slams open and two guys make their way loudly through the car. People watch. On guard of course. You can’t help it. Then, I imagine the door slamming open again. This man’s eyes are blazing insanity. He wants all our money. He has a Saturday Night Special. People scream, fall to the ground as bullets echo against the metal. A transit cop smashes in from behind but the man turns too quickly. The cop goes down. His gun spins towards me on the floor. I pick it up. I raise myself from the floor and aim it point-blank range. The gunman starts to turn but I blindly pull the trigger.

Am I always this obsessed with death or is this an exception? Did I just notice it’s everywhere! The subway sign, the new one by the young kid “Come to Where the Cancer Is.” It’s printed on a dead tree. Isn’t the ink the by-product of a dead animals or vegetables?

He was just a friend of the family. I hadn’t seen him for years. Last time was when I was still living in the City. The whole Pittsburgh gang came in for the weekend. I was disappointed they wanted to eat at Tavern on the Green and not like The Supreme Macaroni Factory. I felt so adult, so urban guiding then through the park to Bloomingdale’s. Johnny Grant and I tried on hats. When I was twelve, we visited Johnny’s country house. He gave my brothers and me a six and said go have a good time. To him, everything in the world contained the possibility of fun. It ’s a shame he and Phyllis couldn’t have children. He hung her bras on the fire escape on Sunday in Ocean Grove so one hundred or so senior citizens would call the police. Every other word she spoke was “Oh John.” He brought me ducks once to my mother’s dismay. He danced with me at every wedding. See, I just can’t stop thinking today. He gave me my name. His heart stopped this morning.

I’ve decided that tic tacs are amazing! They’re colorful and make your breath smell good! I love the orange ones. ♥ There is this one chick who can’t eat anything BESIDES tic tacs!

The Girl Who Eats Only Tic Tacs

Meet Natalie Cooper, a 17-year-old teenager who has a mystery illness that makes her sick every time she eats anything. Well, almost anything. She can eat one thing that doesn’t make her sick: Tic tac mint!

For reasons that doctors are unable to explain, Tic tacs are the only thing she can stomach, meaning she has to get the rest of her sustenance from a specially formulated feed through a tube.
(http://www.ipmart-forum.com/showthread.php?t=317789)

Therefor they are totally and completely amazing. ツ

Do you like tic tacs?