2009 Resolutions.

With the year coming to a close in 13 hours, I've decided I would partake in the common tradition of New Year's Resolution. But I didn't feel like just picking one. I took a cue from Ethan and decided to make a list of things I wished to fulfill this year:


-get healthy. actually work out, cut down on the crap i eat, the whole nine yards.
-read Catcher In The Rye and 1984 and Brace New World. being a part of the 'advanced' or 'accelerated' program, they really rip us out of some of the standard high school experiences... like Catcher, for example. so I'll read them on my own [:
-smile more at strangers.
-get over my crippling shyness. start doing things on my OWN rather than relying on people. i'm leaving for college in august, and that knowledge brings the realization that i will HAVE to start doing these things on my own. so, here i go!
-take a hike just for the nature
-take a photograph that truely means something to me.
-take a photograph that has the ability to move someone to tears.
-go outside more.
-be less conservative. i totally never take risks, and this is high school. i'll never get to be a 'kid' again, and i need to just have fun, rather than always worry.
-run another relay/captain another team.
-pull a really awesome senior prank.
-do more selfless acts.
-crowd surf. (what, janaye's never crowd surfed?!)
-get behind the barricade at a show and take photographs.
-completely get rid of my enemies. (this will involve talking to some kids i've had beefs with for a longggg time, and totally expelling the negativity, or at the very least, clearing the air and create some understanding. )
-visit someplace haunted.
-floss more (the dentist ALWAYS bitches)
-challenge my mom more, instead of being afraid to ask her things.
-handle life as a mature adult.
-contradictory but... keep hold of my childlike nature.
-embrace my whiteness. i'm going to stop tanning and just embrace the fact i am pale and that pale is beautiful.
-finish my intro to dianetics course.
-purification rundown.
-watch more NatGeo, Discovery, and History channel.
-learn more than the alphabet in ASL.
-be less of a flake. i can be a really shitty, flakey friend, and i'm goign to work on that. i won't get into the reason why i think i'm a flake.
-get clear skin. (proactive, anyone?)
-confidence. this kind of goes with the shy thing, but hot damn. i become highly insecure in unfamiliar situations for no good reason. i can't even put myself out there for the littlest things. so, i'm going to start doing that.
-take a totally random college course as part of my GE.
-be less posessive of bands.
-sell something on ebay/amazon.
-read more frequently. (i'll sit down and finish a book in 2 days, but I need to start reading during the week instead of watching 5 hours of Scrubs or Big Bang Theory or Mythbusters.)
-memorize the Big Bang Theory theme song!
-stop caring what people see you do. dance if you want to dance. sing of you feel like singing. blow your nose. that'a girl.
-hold my friends closer.
-ride my bike through the park more.
-be able to make it up my street (it's a big hill) on my bike without stopping to walk it to my house. boo-rah.
-now... do this on a high speed setting. (shit. i need to get in shaaape, son!)
-cut those people from my life who truely mean nothing and cause more harm than good.
-embrace peoploe a little better. i'm always one to find annoyances and raven knows better than anyone i like to poke fun and diss. but i need to appreciate the idiosyncracies and foibles that make us all unique, whether or not i like them.
-twitter more often.
-blogspot more often.
-visit venice beach, in the night or the day.
-love my body. actually be comfortable in my own skin.
-grow out my hair and wear it curly/naturally.
-learn to lie. (you know, just in case i'll ever actually need it.)
-learn. learn, learn, learn, learn, learn. i love knowledge.
-give things away. we are not our materials. "If you love it, you've got to give it away." -AK
-write in my journal more.
-drink more tea.
-get some wicked fang caps.
-cook more. (this also includes baking, broiling, sauteing, etc.)
-expel my own negativity. i often feel down, and i don't want to be like that any more.
-complete a to-do list.





I'll deffinitely be adding to this list as the year goes on.
But as of now (31 Dec 2008), these are the things I want to do in 2009.
Feel free to make suggestings of things you think I, or anybody!, should do at least once in their life. (Don't tell me 'scuba on the barrier reef'; that's not something I can do in '09 lol.)


Peace.
-JElizabeth

FALL OUT BOY at the Santa Monica Pier 7/17

this was all written by raven, i am too massively lazy to write my own blog. i was with her the whole time, so its all the same. lol.

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FOB @ Santa Monica Pier free show.

sorry in advance for any typos, i'm typing this pretty fast.

So Janaye and I get to Pinkapalooza at 3 and wait inline for 2 hours. Finally at 5 we get in. They have a bunch of booths and stuff set up on the pier involing the Pink clothing line and what not. Janaye and I were like fuck that. We had 4 hours until FOB came on, and we didn't want to go to the stage until like 7:30, so we went on roller coasters and shit. it was very fun. Not to mention being at the ocean on a perfect weather day. We didn't do much in those 4 hours, but the time flew by so at 7 we went to the stage. It was crowded but the crowd was ridiculous so it was easy to get to the front. Basically the crowd was full of 4 types of people.

person 1: Normal people, like Janaye and I

person 2: fat asses with clan gear

person 3: 12 yr olds in sandals and ugg boots

person 4: old parents protecting their slutty 12 yr olds

and to top it off, in the very front there were like 5 old people in LAWN CHAIRS. yes lawn chairs. you heard me correct. old fucks in lawn chairs are the barricade. it was a fucking joke tbh. But i was like, no fuck you, and moved their fucking chairs and got to the front. I was all this is a rock show people, sorry for being a bitch, but idgaf.

so at 8:30 Ashlee arrived. the crowd ~screamed and assholes in the crowd were like "omgg ew ashlee simpson omgg~~" and i'm all :l

to everyone who hates on ashlee, seriously, get a fucking life. she is petes wife. she is what he wants. it shouldnt matter to us as long as he is happy. and tbh, he is the happiest he has ever been with a girl. so all you idiots still stuck in like 2005 with the whole jenae thing NEED to get over it. really.

ANYWAYS ENOUGH RANTING.

at 9:00, the lights dimmed and FOB came on. the crowd was ridiculous, but it was kinda neat not having to push people and get all sweaty. for once at a fob show in pit, i got to actually see every little detail about the performance and not fight with everyone around me. i loved it. the opened with SWGD and of course everyone new that song. then the next song was GTA. and like usual, the crowd sang the opening....but seriously only about 15 people, not an exaggeration, new the begging. it was kinda cute to see all their faces be shocked. all the people singing were in our area, so Pete and Joe just kind of smiled at our part of the pit. they sang a couple other songs like Like a Lawyer, dance dance, 16 candels, & beat it. For like a laywer it was really cute. Pete was talking about how "love is like legos" and how when done correctly it fits. It was amazing seeing him so happy. as cliche and pretty much gay as it sounds, to see how much he's changed for the better over the past 5 yrs is really like...idk heart warming. too imagine him all ~sucidal back in 04 and now seeing him as basically one of the happiest people on the planet and all ~inlove is so amazing. but anyways, back to the story, then the started Take over, but before Patrick sang, Pete brougt out Tyga and he freestyled for like a minute. it was pretty cool. Pete also mentioned how he talked to Panic earlier that day and how they were jealous FOB was playing a show at the ~beach while they were stuck in London. Then they brought with "I write sings". Then aftet that Pete was talking to patrick about how they wanted to do another cover so while patrick was trying to figure out the chords (lol) Pete was talking about how we all want to see him and patrick together and it was pretty cute. then they sang that Akon song "Dont Matter" and that Ignition song by R. Kelly. it was pretty fucking awesome. Patricks voice sounded amazing on that song. holy shit. then for the ~encore they broke out Saturday of course and Pete like always came into the crowd. it was hilarious. right when he got to the barricade this girl tried to unzip his pants and the secrutiy guard had to like, grab petes dick so no one could unzip his pants. pete just laughed and smiled it was pretty adorable. and at the end Pete threw a pick that didnt go over the barricade, so at the end of the show, i ran over and had the security guard get it for me, so i got Pete's pick :]]]....and before FOB went off Pete said "We'll be back sooner than you think, so don't cheat on us"

Spring tour prehaps? i hope so!!!

then we went home. honestly, it was one of my favorite shows ever. i cant say it's my favorite FOB show cause nothing will ever top the feeling i got the first time they walked out onstage (or more like popped up from underground at hct 2007), but it was deifnitely in my top 4 shows of all time. it was such a rewarding and lucky experience too see them in such an intimate setting. and ty to my daddy for leaving work early to take Janaye and I :D

last night was really fucked up.
im really glad i had ryan and rosalie and kourtney there with me.
kourtney dawn, you are my bffae. we may drift, but when it counts, we're always there for each other.
rosalie anne, i don't konw what id do if i didn't have someone so much like me in my life. you manage t make my feelings make sense because you feel them too, you just dont wear them on your sleeves like me.
ryan... i appreciate you so much. you're always up front and honest with me and are there to support me and stand up for me in all of my shit.
i love you guys, really.
some things are just dissapointing.
but not you guys.
xx.