larger than life icons for my larger than life thoughts. - therese
i quote thee myself.
team m. -ish
dear readers.
gotta love it. stay lovable, or else.
My layout is 101% original
"Maybe if I write about my life , it will seem more interesting than it really is." - A.M.
therese
is a girl-
believe it or not, she is.
face it.
embrace it.
fear it.
Her name is spelled as
E-V-I-L D-E-M-E-N-T-E-D G-U-I-T-A-R G-E-E-K
for all those who may think she’s just this sweet little innocent, everyday 15 year old teenage popstar wannabe, she is NOT, and you are 106% wrong.
and now you know.
She is so not normal, and so not sane.
She lives in a world where rainbows are countless and unicorns are kept as pets.
She is a legend, a hero in her own world.
She’s the hero of fools.
She is evil.
Evil with a capital E.
Beware of her.
Her evilness is highly contagious.
She’s a something something trying to save the earth by making an icon and placing it in her infamous (meaning dreadful) blog, hoping for the best.
No really.
For her, monkeys are the kings of the jungle, and the lions just need the attention.
She hates alarm clocks but loves the snooze button.
Wants to be as likeable and loverly as she was when she was 2 years old.
She wants to be on Oprah, or better yet, be Oprah, with all her money.
She wants her Barbie dolls to come to life.
She wants a giant trampoline to jump jump jump on.
Lemony Snicket, Andy Warhol, Walt Disney and The Beatles boys are her heroes.
But her biggest ones are her mom and dad (and that was so incredibly cheesy)
She's a lover of McDonald's , she detests Jollibee. Loves Happy Meals, loathes kamote tasting Jolly Fries whatchamacallit.
Adores books , and reading them, hates having no money to buy them.
She lives to love music and with her many musical instruments and mediocre talent, she plans to blow the whole world away with what she can do.
She’s a striving poet/artist who feeds on her dreams and her optimism.
Her special talents include:
1) finishing a huge glass of cold milk, straight, minus the brain freeze
2) annoying people without being asked to move away from them. they move away from her.
3) being ever so fickle minded
4) almost never being shy
5) boring people to death, slowly but surely
6) having the incredible willpower to not throw Cueshe a truckfull of rotten tomatoes
7) being able to read the same books over and over and over and over and over again
8) stacking her junk in one place and being able to bear with it, that is until she gets reprimanded
9) having the patience of a saint to be able to last downloading songs with her incredibly sluggish dial-up connection
10) playing the electric guitar minus the complaining neighbors
and the list goes on and on and on…
and this is why she is worth $16.66
She’s an etch-a-sketch master,and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, and she presumes she has spelled this correctly.
She is the real Mary Poppins, and no one can complain.
She wishes she could have one hairy eyebrow so she can be like Helga Pataki.
She adores Disney and Mickey Mouse is her loverly sidekick.
irepeatrepeatrepeat- She is not quiet. She is not a genius. She is not a Promil Kid, although she wants to be one.
She is not ladylike, but she IS a girl, thanyouverymuch.
She loves screaming. She hates losing.
She dreams to be a champion karter, or a race driver, and she’d kill for one of those killer jackets with all the names of every sponsor imaginable.
She wants to be ultra famous.
She does not want paparazzi.
She loves to hate love. She hates to love hate.
She loves to make faces but hates her face when she does.
She loves fairy tales but doesn’t believe in Prince Charming.
She loves telling stories but hates people who make them up.
She loves the world. She hates the sun. She loves the rain. She loathes her hair.
She is a dreamer. She is a believer.
She is still a child.
She is not YOU (fortunately).
She will knock off the double Ls the double Os of HOLLYWOOD in Los Angeles, rearrange what’s left and make them spell HOWDY, or perhaps even THERESE, but it is highly unlikely.
She is not the President of the Philippines but someday she will rule the world.
And all those who do not believe may leave NOW and suffer in the future.
Powerbooks is her not-so-secret sanctuary, where she happily stays to devour one book after the other, and to drown in a sea of loverly loverly books.
Writing, reading, and making music is her anti-drug.
Please her by launching a ship full of good books to read and an insanely beautiful, pure white electric guitar. iendrepeat.
The woeful world is a battlefield, and she stands in the middle of it with only her passion, a water gun, and her faith that she won’t get killed right away. Won’t you please have pity on her and get her a tank? Thaaanks.
The girl now pretends to still loathes cameras, pictures and flash photography,
but really, she’ll just hate it if she’s gonna be ugly in it.
How incredibly shallow and superficial, no?
She dwells in her own Neverland with the Lost Boys and his potential boyfriend Peterpan (just kidding), for she shall never grow up.
EVER.
oh yeah, did I mention she's going to take over the world someday?
SHE WILL, and don't you ever, EVER forget that.
gottaloveit.
THERESE'S SUPER WISHLIST:
~ a closer, deeeper relationship with God
~ a myriad of Powerbooks gift Certificates
~ a pure white electric guitar
~ a truck full of Swiss Chocolates (preferrably Lindt please)
~ good health for me, family, and all those people whom i care about
~ a bombshell planner
~ a Lemony Snicket autograph, or anything to do with him and his books for that matter
~ music of Thomas Newman
~ artworks of Brett Helquist
~ Andy Warhol prints
~ a more photogenic face (haha okay, i WAS kidding)
~ a golden ticket out of high school (bye-o suckos)
~ a real Willy Wonka Golden Ticket. (admit it. i know you want to drown in a large vat of chocolate and die there, like i do)
~ wisdom. no really
~ money enough to buy world peace and more.
love you.
