Hi everyone. I'm typing this from the KINGSGATE RESORT IN VIRGINA. Oh yeah. I'm sitting by a flashy sign and I think an old guy is checking me out. *creepy!!!!! :P* Another thing: yesterday I met the HOTTEST GUY. Yes, teh Hottest Guy. He looked kind of Italian, and we *wah* but it was so fun cuz he was SO EFFING HOT.
UPDATE. Did I tell you that Monnie and Damien broke up? I think I did. Monnie is effing happy because now she can go after the HOT TO TROT Italian dude she met.
Loves, starchick
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
i have a puppy on my lap
hi there starchick people.
i have another letter to write.
dear jemaine clement,
you are hotter than john cusack and possibly more attainable, as you are a little younger. Your accent makes you very smexi, and the fact that you are in your own band makes everything a lot cooler. Please email me ASAP so we can get married or at the least you can give me an autograph. I love you, hiphopapottamus! PS If you date sally before me I will crush you like Borat...
Love, starchick
i have another letter to write.
dear jemaine clement,
you are hotter than john cusack and possibly more attainable, as you are a little younger. Your accent makes you very smexi, and the fact that you are in your own band makes everything a lot cooler. Please email me ASAP so we can get married or at the least you can give me an autograph. I love you, hiphopapottamus! PS If you date sally before me I will crush you like Borat...
Love, starchick
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Double Posting AHOY!
You know what really sucks? Here, write your answer here.
No. Flying monkeys on unicycles most definitley do not suck. What sucks is that I LOVE JOHN CUSACK.
He is purely unattainable but I want to be Mrs. John Cusack forever and ever. If you're reading this, John Cusack, Please Please Please send me an email and we can start courting soon. that would be so cool! I'd be all like, Ok, lets go into the Cusackmobile, and you'd be all like, yeah, okay, where are we gonna go? And Id be all like, I donno, let's ask it, and the car would be all like, let's go to the grocery store, and we'd be all like, yeah, ok, and then I'd be like, ok, the grocery store was fun but lets go home now Cusackmobile and then we'd go home and have a party and invite Paris Hilton and Miachel Moore and Lounette the Clown and Annasophia Robb and Shiloh Novuel Jolie Pitt and then it would be on the tabloids and then Id get famous. Oh and John Cusack would buy me a pug and Id name it Puglie and a cat and Id give it to Kathryn and name it Samson. Yay!
Love, starchick.
No. Flying monkeys on unicycles most definitley do not suck. What sucks is that I LOVE JOHN CUSACK.
He is purely unattainable but I want to be Mrs. John Cusack forever and ever. If you're reading this, John Cusack, Please Please Please send me an email and we can start courting soon. that would be so cool! I'd be all like, Ok, lets go into the Cusackmobile, and you'd be all like, yeah, okay, where are we gonna go? And Id be all like, I donno, let's ask it, and the car would be all like, let's go to the grocery store, and we'd be all like, yeah, ok, and then I'd be like, ok, the grocery store was fun but lets go home now Cusackmobile and then we'd go home and have a party and invite Paris Hilton and Miachel Moore and Lounette the Clown and Annasophia Robb and Shiloh Novuel Jolie Pitt and then it would be on the tabloids and then Id get famous. Oh and John Cusack would buy me a pug and Id name it Puglie and a cat and Id give it to Kathryn and name it Samson. Yay!
Love, starchick.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
some things
10 ways to brighten your day
10. get on paint and google images and make yourself an award. i made the prestigious Pretend Oscar-Tony!! there is no limit to your creativity. make an Imaginary Oscar-MTV Award. whatever you want.
9. write a comic book about what your life is like, except funnier and cooler and change all the names, so if you hate yuor name you can be sabine elisabeth or wahtever.. did you know that's how superman got started? (p.s. that is a lie)
8. BLOG
7. write a comical play about bears coming to terms with things and singing.
6. lay out a map of your imagimary theme park.
5. sit around your room and lay out several hats. pretend that everyone's having an argument or something, just like when you were seven. but if ur mum comes in, it shan't be cute.
4. jump to conclusions and make specious reasonings
3. make up several stupid play ideas and act them out, using your hats from idea 5
2. go outside, you dink!
1. smell the fake flowers.
hooray! ps monnie and damien are finallyl an item!! monnie tells me that she's happytacular.
10. get on paint and google images and make yourself an award. i made the prestigious Pretend Oscar-Tony!! there is no limit to your creativity. make an Imaginary Oscar-MTV Award. whatever you want.
9. write a comic book about what your life is like, except funnier and cooler and change all the names, so if you hate yuor name you can be sabine elisabeth or wahtever.. did you know that's how superman got started? (p.s. that is a lie)
8. BLOG
7. write a comical play about bears coming to terms with things and singing.
6. lay out a map of your imagimary theme park.
5. sit around your room and lay out several hats. pretend that everyone's having an argument or something, just like when you were seven. but if ur mum comes in, it shan't be cute.
4. jump to conclusions and make specious reasonings
3. make up several stupid play ideas and act them out, using your hats from idea 5
2. go outside, you dink!
1. smell the fake flowers.
hooray! ps monnie and damien are finallyl an item!! monnie tells me that she's happytacular.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
where is my think of a title button???? arrgh!
okay! i get out of school today to go to work... which means i will have to answer phones and do filing! the only thing i can think of doing now is playing with my tammagotchi.... or my DS. im sad because i lost my CosmoGirl!!! WAH! ooh! i'm going to tell you a GUY STORY! hooray! (long but good!! !! please read!)
SCIENTIFIC PRINCIPLE (S)!!!
Okay... have you ever seen avenue q?? theres this song in there called "the more you ruv someone". it proclaims that "that why you love so strong you like to make him die!". i call that the "christmas eve theory" (that's who sung it).
and then there's the literary foil. my friend (whom we'll call natalie) is basically my foil. she's really bad, and i'm mostly pretty good. and there's the main guy (whom we'll call damien) who's like the foil of my last guy, tym. he is soooo different!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE STORY
(We'll use proper capitalization here. And my name will be Monica.) Once upon a time there was a girl named Monica. She was making great new friends, most importantly, a girl named Natalie, a boy named Jake, a girl named Kathryn, and a boy whom she'd known since Gymboree, Cam. So Nat makes a friends with this guy, Damien. And Monnie hates Damien! She does not like him one bit. She thinks he's self centered and weird. She'd rather sit with the teacher than with Damien.
Damien grows on her. She can't help looking at him every so often. She catches herself thinking about him: when she's on the bus, when she's in the shower, even when she's trying to figure out what the capital of Djibouti is (it's Djibouti, BTW). She knows it's wrong- she's going out with Tym.
So the big Valentine's day dance comes up. We see Monnie fidgeting between the refreshments and the dance floor; Nat has set her up on a double date. It was Nat and Jake with Monnie and Damien. So when a slow dance song comes up, Monnie is forced by Nat to slow dance with Damien. They take a romantic picture (Monnie and Damien hugging in front of a romantic background) on Monnie's cell phone and she dissapears with Kathryn and her other friend, Nicky.
The next day was Saturday. Monnie is invited to go ice-skating with her friend from elementary school (and one-time boyfriend), Joey. Tym was going to be there. Monnie is a nervous wreck.
Tym is informed that Monnie was seen with Damien and says "We're cool". But soon, Monnie recieves an e-mail from Damien that he wants to break up. Monnie feels two things: hurt, but happy that she can fully pursue Damien.
She is given a little bobblehead turtle. She says she will call it Larten Shan (in memory of her favorite Cirque du Freak characters, Larten Crepsley and Darren Shan- it's stupid, she knows, but she really did like the books, honest). And to this day, she does. All her friends get one, but she got hers first. There has to be something special there, right?
She makes a profound realization: Monnie...likes...Damien. She confesses to her friend Nat, who keeps it a secret. She writes him an embarrasing note that she signs "Stacey the Duck". She gets back the note, which reads, "...I think you are a nervous someone...I have feelings for you, too..".
They don't talk about it forever. Then Monnie gets a note in her locker that says "Would you go out with me?" in his handwriting. She quickly responds a hurried yes.
Monnie has not gotten an answer back yet.
SCIENTIFIC PRINCIPLE (S)!!!
Okay... have you ever seen avenue q?? theres this song in there called "the more you ruv someone". it proclaims that "that why you love so strong you like to make him die!". i call that the "christmas eve theory" (that's who sung it).
and then there's the literary foil. my friend (whom we'll call natalie) is basically my foil. she's really bad, and i'm mostly pretty good. and there's the main guy (whom we'll call damien) who's like the foil of my last guy, tym. he is soooo different!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE STORY
(We'll use proper capitalization here. And my name will be Monica.) Once upon a time there was a girl named Monica. She was making great new friends, most importantly, a girl named Natalie, a boy named Jake, a girl named Kathryn, and a boy whom she'd known since Gymboree, Cam. So Nat makes a friends with this guy, Damien. And Monnie hates Damien! She does not like him one bit. She thinks he's self centered and weird. She'd rather sit with the teacher than with Damien.
Damien grows on her. She can't help looking at him every so often. She catches herself thinking about him: when she's on the bus, when she's in the shower, even when she's trying to figure out what the capital of Djibouti is (it's Djibouti, BTW). She knows it's wrong- she's going out with Tym.
So the big Valentine's day dance comes up. We see Monnie fidgeting between the refreshments and the dance floor; Nat has set her up on a double date. It was Nat and Jake with Monnie and Damien. So when a slow dance song comes up, Monnie is forced by Nat to slow dance with Damien. They take a romantic picture (Monnie and Damien hugging in front of a romantic background) on Monnie's cell phone and she dissapears with Kathryn and her other friend, Nicky.
The next day was Saturday. Monnie is invited to go ice-skating with her friend from elementary school (and one-time boyfriend), Joey. Tym was going to be there. Monnie is a nervous wreck.
Tym is informed that Monnie was seen with Damien and says "We're cool". But soon, Monnie recieves an e-mail from Damien that he wants to break up. Monnie feels two things: hurt, but happy that she can fully pursue Damien.
She is given a little bobblehead turtle. She says she will call it Larten Shan (in memory of her favorite Cirque du Freak characters, Larten Crepsley and Darren Shan- it's stupid, she knows, but she really did like the books, honest). And to this day, she does. All her friends get one, but she got hers first. There has to be something special there, right?
She makes a profound realization: Monnie...likes...Damien. She confesses to her friend Nat, who keeps it a secret. She writes him an embarrasing note that she signs "Stacey the Duck". She gets back the note, which reads, "...I think you are a nervous someone...I have feelings for you, too..".
They don't talk about it forever. Then Monnie gets a note in her locker that says "Would you go out with me?" in his handwriting. She quickly responds a hurried yes.
Monnie has not gotten an answer back yet.
****
that was a good story! i should write it commercially.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Oh. My. God. I'm. Back.
HELLOOOO! I give my best wishes and a lot of people say hi: Elmo, Grover and Bob! I have developed an infatuation with Bob! He's nobody, just something when you ask me I pick up, like this E I just picked up there! I am really sorry I haven't been in a while because I left and there was some stupid thing and I forgot my password cause my computer broke and I neglected this and you needn't yell because I am back and will honestly try to write as much as I possibly can because there's a lot to write! I even forgot what the test in BEEP! was for. I am such an idiot. I will take all hate mail with good nature and love. WELCOME BACK!
So I will start at the beginning. I just thought of something: these people probably don't give a poo that I am back and don't feel like reading The Sagas of Starchick and I really don't want to loose whomever is reading this (my assumed audience) so I'm just going to explain why I'm a happy jujube.
WHY STARCHICK IS A HAPPY JUJUBE
Well there is this guy. This guy we will call Tym and I am still Emily. Actually, I am now Princess Aribelle Yale Ponyweather. Or Yale. SO After Jacob left Yale noticed this other guy-Tym. Tym, apparently, noticed her too! Well one day in the year after Jacob left (tat was teh 04-05 school year) Yale recieved a pack of trading cards from Tym, delivered through a girl named Nikol Parige Hart Hart Dot Ie. So Yale felt all fluttery inside for a really long time. She resorted to opening them in the girl's bathroom with the stall closed. Then at Valentine's Day, she got a CANDY BAR WRAPPED IN BLUISH PAPER WITH A HEART ON IT AND IT WAS ONE OF THOSE BIG CANDY BARS, NOT LIKE THE MINI KIND BUT I GUESS IT WAS THE NORMAL KIND AND I AM NOT USED TO THAT KIND, YOU KNOW!!! So it was obvo that Tym is now her bf. And the other day they went to this place with their peers and it was a job simulation and you got 3 breaks. And you could send these Candy-Gram thingies, and I sent Tym one and he sent me one!!!
I am certianly one happy jujube.
So I will start at the beginning. I just thought of something: these people probably don't give a poo that I am back and don't feel like reading The Sagas of Starchick and I really don't want to loose whomever is reading this (my assumed audience) so I'm just going to explain why I'm a happy jujube.
WHY STARCHICK IS A HAPPY JUJUBE
Well there is this guy. This guy we will call Tym and I am still Emily. Actually, I am now Princess Aribelle Yale Ponyweather. Or Yale. SO After Jacob left Yale noticed this other guy-Tym. Tym, apparently, noticed her too! Well one day in the year after Jacob left (tat was teh 04-05 school year) Yale recieved a pack of trading cards from Tym, delivered through a girl named Nikol Parige Hart Hart Dot Ie. So Yale felt all fluttery inside for a really long time. She resorted to opening them in the girl's bathroom with the stall closed. Then at Valentine's Day, she got a CANDY BAR WRAPPED IN BLUISH PAPER WITH A HEART ON IT AND IT WAS ONE OF THOSE BIG CANDY BARS, NOT LIKE THE MINI KIND BUT I GUESS IT WAS THE NORMAL KIND AND I AM NOT USED TO THAT KIND, YOU KNOW!!! So it was obvo that Tym is now her bf. And the other day they went to this place with their peers and it was a job simulation and you got 3 breaks. And you could send these Candy-Gram thingies, and I sent Tym one and he sent me one!!!
I am certianly one happy jujube.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Hi. As a Christmas (or holiday, I celebrate Christmas) gift to the loyal readers I have probabbly already lost because I haven't written in a loong while, I am gonna tell you my horribly sad story of a relationship... aw, !%#^&. The school website is down. I can't find that idiotic photo... :( But anyways... if I have periodic *sniffs* in between, don't mind them. But this guy's name was Ga- let's change his name to protect certian privacies. Let's call him "Roberto". No, not that. Too Mexican. Aha! "Jacob". According to a website, "Jacob" is the top Austrailian name as of 2001. Cool.
So, let's call me- let me look here a second...-"Emily". "Starchick" doesn't apply here. (FYI Emily was the top Australian name for girls as of 2001... cool.) Anywhoosies, Jacob had the HOTTEST Australian accent- *whistles*. But seriously. He was cool. Has anyone here in my loving audience heard of the White Stripes? Jacob had. And Emily immediatley fell H.O.H for him (H.O.H meaning Head Over Heels.) He was not only cool but really smart. Last year he was Student Council Vice President. I was the Runner-Up President... this year I am. He would have been proud. And he was my P.I.N.C. (P.I.N.C. meaning Partner In Newspaper-related Crimes- just reeeeeeely good stories.... we rocked together *sniff*.) Jacob had really good hair, too. It was kind of longish and blond. His two front teeth were kinda big but in a realllly cute way. He was really fast and tallish. His lips were really cute, too. And his mom was really nice. I liked Mrs. Lawton. She was really nice for a friend's mom, ya know?
So, "Jacob" and "Emily" met during.. I think we were partners in something? Can't remember. I think so. But he liked me. (As a friend, I mean.) And recently I had befriended a new girl Kristina and my clique was simply readjusting from the disruption of a new One when there was a second new One- Jacob. So we basically went into shock from the double-dose of new folks. My girlies and I somehow persevered and Kristina eventually fit the right way. But Ga-Jacob only fit my side.. or did he? Why did he fit on Kristina's side, too????? Turns out we have *similar* tastes in boys... but we are too good of pallies to break up over a stupid *boy*.
Soooo Gabe and I could chat on the phoneular unit for, like, hours on end. Just about nonsense. N-O-N-S-E-N-S-E. Funny how I never could hear that BEEP for Call Waiting. (Hoo boy. This ain't yet goin' nowhere, honey. You can go potty or get some bacon or whatever.) So anyways, by now you are most likely saying to yourself, "Why on Earth is she not with this wonderful-sounding boy I want to date but won't because 'Emily' seems soo in love with Ga-Jacob not with her and refilling the mocha latte on her desk and rubbing her feet and replenishing her really-bad pedicure and getting her another da*n cranberry bagel??? THESE THINGS ARE STALE, MR. STARBUCKS!!!!" Well, I'll explain.
Now I haven't quite cried *sniffly wiffly* yet, but now I might *sniffly miffly* start real soon. So. Going on.
You are sitting in a classroom. You are in the front row. A boy that you have a ginormus crush on is asked to perform a problem on the board. He pushes his chair in ever so daintily and walks up to the board. The Other Boy- whom we'll call Satan- is not done with the problem he is up at the board doing. The chalkboard is book style, so the boy pulls out another part of the board. And then Satan takes and pushes the chalkboard into your man's forehead!!! In your daydream, he would fall right into your arms and he would be some heroic winning war hero and you would be some sexy and beautiful war nurse and you would nurse him back to health and at the unconsious war hero would wake up and say You are my one and only. I love you and only you. Then he'd kiss you. But this is not a daydream. It is very, very, very real. He falls and the teacher escorts him to the nurse.
This is an absolutley TRUE story about why Ga-Jacob is no longer at my school. So.. thankies for listening to my stupid complaints... post comments if you want to hear who StarChick pounced on after her main loss... please?
And before I go... this is a great playlist. If you can find the songs, they all go great on one CD.
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
I Ain't Gettin' Nuttin' For Christmas
Feliz Navidad
I Want a Hippopatomus for Christmas
Snoopy's XMas
Santa Baby
All I Want For Christmas Is My 2 Front Teeth
The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights...Prospero Anos Y Felicidad...So Hurry down the Chimney tonight...I made Tommy eat a bug, somebody snitched on me... See, my 2 Front Teeth...No crocodiles, no rinocerouses, all I want for Christmas is a Hippopotamuses, And we're all so proud of Grandpa, he's been taking this so well, See him in there watching football? Drinking beer and playing cards with Cousin Nell..
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!
HAPPY HANNUKAH!
HAPPY KWANZA!
HAPPY RAMADAN!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
From Starchick :)
So, let's call me- let me look here a second...-"Emily". "Starchick" doesn't apply here. (FYI Emily was the top Australian name for girls as of 2001... cool.) Anywhoosies, Jacob had the HOTTEST Australian accent- *whistles*. But seriously. He was cool. Has anyone here in my loving audience heard of the White Stripes? Jacob had. And Emily immediatley fell H.O.H for him (H.O.H meaning Head Over Heels.) He was not only cool but really smart. Last year he was Student Council Vice President. I was the Runner-Up President... this year I am. He would have been proud. And he was my P.I.N.C. (P.I.N.C. meaning Partner In Newspaper-related Crimes- just reeeeeeely good stories.... we rocked together *sniff*.) Jacob had really good hair, too. It was kind of longish and blond. His two front teeth were kinda big but in a realllly cute way. He was really fast and tallish. His lips were really cute, too. And his mom was really nice. I liked Mrs. Lawton. She was really nice for a friend's mom, ya know?
So, "Jacob" and "Emily" met during.. I think we were partners in something? Can't remember. I think so. But he liked me. (As a friend, I mean.) And recently I had befriended a new girl Kristina and my clique was simply readjusting from the disruption of a new One when there was a second new One- Jacob. So we basically went into shock from the double-dose of new folks. My girlies and I somehow persevered and Kristina eventually fit the right way. But Ga-Jacob only fit my side.. or did he? Why did he fit on Kristina's side, too????? Turns out we have *similar* tastes in boys... but we are too good of pallies to break up over a stupid *boy*.
Soooo Gabe and I could chat on the phoneular unit for, like, hours on end. Just about nonsense. N-O-N-S-E-N-S-E. Funny how I never could hear that BEEP for Call Waiting. (Hoo boy. This ain't yet goin' nowhere, honey. You can go potty or get some bacon or whatever.) So anyways, by now you are most likely saying to yourself, "Why on Earth is she not with this wonderful-sounding boy I want to date but won't because 'Emily' seems soo in love with Ga-Jacob not with her and refilling the mocha latte on her desk and rubbing her feet and replenishing her really-bad pedicure and getting her another da*n cranberry bagel??? THESE THINGS ARE STALE, MR. STARBUCKS!!!!" Well, I'll explain.
Now I haven't quite cried *sniffly wiffly* yet, but now I might *sniffly miffly* start real soon. So. Going on.
You are sitting in a classroom. You are in the front row. A boy that you have a ginormus crush on is asked to perform a problem on the board. He pushes his chair in ever so daintily and walks up to the board. The Other Boy- whom we'll call Satan- is not done with the problem he is up at the board doing. The chalkboard is book style, so the boy pulls out another part of the board. And then Satan takes and pushes the chalkboard into your man's forehead!!! In your daydream, he would fall right into your arms and he would be some heroic winning war hero and you would be some sexy and beautiful war nurse and you would nurse him back to health and at the unconsious war hero would wake up and say You are my one and only. I love you and only you. Then he'd kiss you. But this is not a daydream. It is very, very, very real. He falls and the teacher escorts him to the nurse.
This is an absolutley TRUE story about why Ga-Jacob is no longer at my school. So.. thankies for listening to my stupid complaints... post comments if you want to hear who StarChick pounced on after her main loss... please?
And before I go... this is a great playlist. If you can find the songs, they all go great on one CD.
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
I Ain't Gettin' Nuttin' For Christmas
Feliz Navidad
I Want a Hippopatomus for Christmas
Snoopy's XMas
Santa Baby
All I Want For Christmas Is My 2 Front Teeth
The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights...Prospero Anos Y Felicidad...So Hurry down the Chimney tonight...I made Tommy eat a bug, somebody snitched on me... See, my 2 Front Teeth...No crocodiles, no rinocerouses, all I want for Christmas is a Hippopotamuses, And we're all so proud of Grandpa, he's been taking this so well, See him in there watching football? Drinking beer and playing cards with Cousin Nell..
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!
HAPPY HANNUKAH!
HAPPY KWANZA!
HAPPY RAMADAN!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
From Starchick :)
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