Future Primitive

I am now part of the social club. I have a feeling this blog post will be very similar to those of Ameera. Because.

Salut, I'm her twin. 

..OMG

Today, instead of doing the 3 papers and 5 art pieces (which don't quite deserve to be called art) for senior studio that are all due on Tuesday, I watched a couple of the worst/most ridiculous movies ever made (Practical Magic/the Witches of Eastwick). C'était un "comedy double-feature" filled with famous actresses acting horribly, practically nonexistent plot lines, and zero comedy. I would recommend both of them to everyone.

A few weddddddddddddddddddre
^That was an attempt to get a rice cake crumb out of my keyboard. It was suck right below the R key and the E key. The attempt was unsuccessful. And I gave up. Which is gross. :D We shall continue.
A few weeks ago, Bromeera forced me to get a last.fm account; and I've been stalking myself ever since. It's fascinating. And I learned that I like Radiohead a lot. A, um, lot.

But, I mean... Who doesn't.
SPEAKINGOFTHINGSTHATYOUCANSAY"IMEAN,WHODOESN'TLOVETHEM"ABOUT:

Regardez Dubstep Baby!

I don't have an especially large amount of other useful things to say at the moment, so I think I shall leave. But not without attempting to be legitimately interesting first. Look at this great stuff. It's great. And like stuff: www.henriqueoliveira.com.

Alors! Habituellement, je suis étrangement intéressant. If the kittens ever let me blog again, I will try to prove that.

L'amour, musique forte, et cire fondue--
Shannon

And Sometimes, Kittens.

Meow.

I just got back from the movies. The Fighter was kittenly.
But really, it was very good. Mark Wahlberg and Christian Bale were both fantastic.

I recently passed away. I blame Shannon. She made this gem for me and I died of laughter.
http://theuglydance.com/?v=xrzsabfeni
That is terribly embarrassing, but I thought it needed to be shared.
Speaking of Shannon, I have decided to give her full reign tomorrow. She will be ruling over our small blogdom, so get ready.

I think I will crawl away and die of embarrassment.

-Ameera

Sometimes I Say Words and They Make No Sense.

I have become a very fearful driver, it seems! Only natural, I should imagine, but these snowy roads are getting to me. Je suis desole to the drivers behind me, I do not wish to die.

Speaking of dying, I am pretty sure Natalie has done so. You guys scared her off. All 3000 of you (omfg pressure).

^^ So I wrote before statement before she posted, which leads me to wonder. What happens if we both post on the same day? Does the world explode? I'm willing to test it.

I am so stressed. Finals. Kill me now.

-Ameera

Some musics (in the theme of Natalie's appetizer)(also thank the godlike Lorejahahahahajev for showing me this):

Appetizer

I'll post later, but this was an option for Kanye West's album cover and it's pretty wonderful.


-XOXO GOSSIP GIRL (Natalie)

Oh Snow, How I Love You.

When finals/midterms are over, I plan to bring a tub (or two) of Ben and Jerry's to Natalie's house. So we can bawl into it about life.

Sidenote: Bawl is a great word.

Oh, the joy of getting a severe weather alert. This means no school. No school means more sleep. More sleep means being able to catch up with classes. Being caught up with classes means passing the finals. And passing finals is good.

I have high expectations for my snow day. Now I will go ahead and let you know that I will most likely sleep all day, which is also welcome.

-Ameera.

P.S.
My cat is great. Look how fat he is. :D <33

Rebonjour

I've been such a slack since forever. I will blog soon about the Hoodie concert soon!
Between insane amounts of homework and sports and everything, I haven't found a single second to breath save blog.

But I'm living in France next year so it's okay!


.....wait, what???


-Natalie

That Awkward Moment When You Think Your Blogging Partner is Going to Blog

Welp, I've just sort of been waiting for Natalie to post about Hoodie Allen before proceeding, as, I assume, she has been waiting for me to post. But that is okay. I shall continue on as if we haven't skipped a million days.

I must start off by saying that I am sick. I feel like I have a 2 ton elephant sitting on my face. In other words, I CAN NOT BREATHE.
Halp me, anyone? No? I'm all alone? Okay.

I love it when I sit helplessly in the living room all day and everyone just ignores me. I'll try to talk to someone passing through with my feeble, sickly voice and raise my arm with as much energy as I can muster up and they walk right on by. Sometimes I try and beg tea off of a passerby, but most of the time I get ignored. Poor helpless me.

Alright. I can't guarantee that that is he end of my whining, but I shall try to be less whiney in the future.

Also, if you feel like understanding about 90% of my jokes, watch this right hurr:



I am going to go sleep forever and ever. (Jaykay, I have to get up at 6:20. Fml)

LATER BROS.
-Ameera

P.S. My dad is awesome. -ahem- Jesse -ahem-