withacherryontop's Polyvore

hello lovelies. how has your week been? cosmic, lackadaisical, glum?
 
some things that popped into my head:
-is it just me or have the roleplays been less active lately?
-i tried out for my school soccer team and didn't make it. it's alright though. i'm just a recreational player. they play on some of the best club teams in california.
-i feel like recreating myself. reinventing myself. better. stronger. faster. more academic. lovely.
- this outfit is boring-ish.
 
i am an opposite-ish person. i swear they should make up a word or a disease to describe this. it's winter right now, and i long for rasberries and blueberries and the warm summer afternoons. i mean, where's the california weather now? but watch. in summer i'll be sweating. and longing for clementines.
 
tell me something gorgisimo. or lovely. about you preferably.
 
-ISAY

HELLO DARLING CHILDREN. i have arrived back. well, i haven't been on lately because my mom caught me chatting on skype with the skype-poly people. so i don't have a lot of computer time to get on here. i'll try to be on as much as I can. :(
 
is this true? based on this text COSMIC AND HORCHATA WERE USED IN THE SAME SENTENCE?
 
utter cosmicness.
i've really missed you guys a lot.
honestly.
did you know the jonas brother is going solo?
do you care? probably not.
 
special shout-outs to: MPWN+angeh and joanna, ALSO. the hogwarts crew. i missed elleythump. and grizzly. and TAWHYLOR. she's back you know. KEL. and even THOUGH i already mentioned them i think you should know them by name. saramzandjulia.
 
bye!
 
-ISAY. of cosmicland.
 
gosh i've missed you duders.

my nostrils are filled with sawdust. i sneeze.
 
i'm halfway through painting my stool. yay!
any special projects YOU are doing?
 
I really want to write. NOW. I am just lacking inspiration. So, if YOU are lacking in inspiration join literary concords. hehe. PLUG.
 
OH. and did you spot HHH FRANK? yeah. him and his amazing non-english speaking self. want more? go see MZ's new fangirl group. le sigh, ILIKEPRETTYBOYS.
 
gosh. two plugs in one set? BRILLIANT.
 
-isabel.

-james franco referring to his alleged love affair with a japanese body pillow named kumiko... in 30 ROCK. or something like that. i caught a couple of snippets
 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIA! YOU ARE 14. LET US DO SPAZTIC DANCING TO LADY GAGA'S BAD ROMANCE. RA RA OO LALA RA RA OO LA LA LADY GA GA. THIS IS A VERY BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. MAY YOU LIVE LONG AND PROSPER. *vulcan sign*
 

oh, i've been gone for awhile. yes. stinking school. and i've gotten a facebook. so yes. that occupies time too. but pv will ALWAYS HAVE THE COSMIC NUMBER 1 WEBSITE RANK in my heart. i've missed you guys terribly.
 
THANK YOU FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY SETS. thank you to jojo, angie, MZ, sara, julia, hailsters, and meagan for all the lovely sets. i haven't commented or loved some of them. but i'll be getting around to it. WATCH OUT. THE SPAM COOKIES HAVE BEEN LAUNCHED.
 
So, instead of buying me oxfords, my mom bought me a polaroid 600 camera. EXCITED? YES. but you wonder, 'but i thought polaroid went into chapter 11 and went bankrupt and left all us HIPSTERS to die?' BUT NOOO. THEY ARE COMING BACK! LET US JUMP FOR JOY.
 
i have so much to catch up on. i love you all.
good luck on finals.
 
LET US NOW CHANT: UNICORN MERMAIDS UNICORN MERMAIDS.
 
-ISAY
 
oh beeteedubaew
join the literary concords. or the mafia of underaged girls will get yeh morons. *pets kitty*

hi guys, i'm sorry i've been so missing in action. mia. missing in action sounds weird. the first week back from break was horrid, i had two huge tests this weeks and many projects. so yeah. school.
 
SECONDLY. my birthday's tomorrow. YEAH. i'm not too sure whether or not i should be thrilled to be 13.
 
Also, while I was gone I found a pretty amazing cardigan while looking in my mom's drawers for something to finish off my sister's revolution outfit. It's this dark, forest-y hunter green, and has old people buttons on it. It's fascinating.
 
Alright. So what is THIS month about?
-paper hearts. YEPPERS. i watched the movie. it was.. quirky, lot's of cool instruments and funny puppet shows. yes. puppet shows.
-michael cera. again. paper heart goodness.
-HHH FRANK KIDDO! he's my best friend, and yes, in the picture, he's wearing mouse ears, beat that MICKEY.
-dolls and dollhouses. i like miniature things.
-tea and teabags. it's the solution for stress.
-winter
-fresh starts
-wishing i could buy rodarte
-currently i really like academy for wayward girls, all the clothing cute.. in a uniformly way.
-pretty things
-a new pair of oxfords from UO i'm getting for my birthday
-pre-ordering CONTRA, vampire weekend's new CD.
 
that's all I can think of now.
Alright. BEFORE i go to a 9 in the morning saturday soccer practice (insert angry yells here), let's go philosophical. street smarts. i'm going to learn as much from you people as i can. seeing as i'm more book smart.
 
have you ever had anyone asked you out? if you were to reject them what would you say?
 
i'd say something about not dating until thirty and not liking people in general. all truths.
 
-ISAY

It was 11 o'clock. Most Hogwarts students were asleep, except, of course for the handful of 4th to 7th years creeping into the Gryffindor common rooms, which had been magically soundproofed, by two very clever witches by the name of Hermione and Sara whom were now giggling in the corner, from an adrenaline rush caused by doing something.. rebel-ish. PSH... goody-two-shoes.
 
Meanwhile, I could hear Fred and George bustled in with bottles of firewhiskey and sweets they had managed to snag.
 
"Do I want to know where they came from?" questioned Leesh, raising one of her eyebrows playfully.
 
George shrugged," Madame Rosmerta's and the kitchen."
 
" We just had to ASK Madame Rosmerta, she caught us in the pantry taking bottles of the stuff, we just told her what we were doing, and she got this, weird nostalgic look in her eyes and went off into old land. We left before she came back to reality. Good thing too." said Fred in reply to our curious stares while he was placing the deliciousness on the table.
 
I shrugged, MZ and I started filling the glasses with firewhiskey. Once there was enough for the people that had gotten there early, Meagan proposed a toast.
 
"TO THE WEASLEYS!" she yelled, giddy from the fact that we were setting up a party.
 
"TO THE WEASLEYS!" we yelled back. and drank.
 
pt 2 tomorrow? i think so.

story here.
 
Draco stepped on my toe while we were dancing. He didn't seem to notice though, as he was droning on, about how the Hogwarts champion was bound to be a Slytherin. Seeing as brains always beat brawn, he seemed to forget I was in Gryffindor. I grimaced, regretting my decision to accept his offer to dance. He stepped on my toe again. Ouch. And his hand was rather low on my backside.
 
The Weasley's plus Leesh spilled in from outside roaring with laughter. It was a very strange sight, Ron looked like he was wearing a doll's costume. Draco sneered as if the sight of the Weasley's brought a bad smell to his nose. When he wasn't looking, I shot an SOS to George using our Star Trek telepathy. A few minutes later George swaggered over jovially chortling to myself.
 
"Hullo Isabel, I believe we have a thumb wrestling competition set up?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
 
"OH YEAH!" I slapped my forehead, mocking forgetfulness. I was forgetful, but I wouldn't forget a THUMB WRESTLING competition, it was a stupid excuse, but Draco didn't know well enough and grudgingly let me go.
 
George went up to Draco's ear and yelled, "LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!" and flashed the vulcan sign. I taught it to him. After yelling the iconic phrase into his ear this morning. He whisked me away to where Fred and Leesh were drinking punch. I waved to MZ who was chatting it up with the ever dreamy Cedric Diggory. Cho was looking on jealously. Eva waltzed by Draco, he seemed completely awed by her amazingness and choice swear words. And for once, he was quiet.
 
"Alright. Let's have a go." I said to George, who looked very confused, "Thumbwrestling?" I pantomimed a thumbwrestling match with my hands.
 
"YES! Alright, um, you are, how do the American's say it? GOING DOWN!" he crowed.
 
"Now, now, George, is that anyway to treat a lady?" asked Leesh.
 
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It was down to the final match, the tie-breaker, I had won the first one, George the second. Sara and a very red looking Ron, Viktor and Hermione, and even Harry and Parvati had whisked by to cheer us on. But now they had left, and we both knew, this was going to be intense.
 
"1,2,3,4, I declare a thumbwar.." we chanted in sync together. It happened so fast. But after 2 minutes of cosmic thumb battles, George's larger thumb crushed mine.
 
"YEAH!" he crowed, standing up, and jumping.
 
I smirked."I let you win doofus." then flounced off.
 
-Isabel

-baby, it's fact, hellogoodbye.
 
CHICKA POW! how are you lovelies? it's almost new years. my new years resolutions are to:
 
-grow a couple of inches
- convince my parents to get me rainboots
-go to a thrift store
- organize my room
-grow.
 

what are yours?

i made a skype just for you childs, guess what?
 
my new skype name is: withacherryontopISAY.
 

no period.
 
i'm so proud, i have finally entered the techie-ness world of polyvore. YEAH! *does a little jig*
 
add me, and leave your skype name below, or PM me. AHAHAHA. i feel absolutely manical at the moment.

December 23rd {escape} another long journey from bruges to paris, and from paris to london by train will leave you at bethlem. prepare for a slew of holiday balls, british boys, sweeping gowns and anything else you can get your hands on.
 

i was in a writing mood. but now i am not. that's a little strange, is it not? anyways, i dearly miss being jolly during the holiday season. it is not that i am NOT jolly, it's just i feel as if i'm not AS jolly.
 
ramble. stupid rambling.
 

alright i have thought up a story:
 
I breathed on the glass, and wiped away the residue, letting a sliver of winter sun slip through the frosty windows. Girls were giggling over their bit of freedom, planning escapades, fantasizing over what would happen tonight. Sven and I had been chatting for the last two hours, occasionally joining in on the titters that spread through the train like a contagious disease. She had finally dozed off after lunch on the train, her steady breathing calming me. Even so, I was getting restless, and inched around Sven's criss-crossed legs. I passed by Wednesday on the way out of our cabin.
 
"Where are you goinnnng?" she slurred, slightly tipsy after her many bottles of mini-alcoholic drinks.
 
"Exploring." I flashed an uneasy smile in her general direction, then slipped out through the heavy metal door. The rumbling and swaying of the great metal beast of a train comforted me, as I walked through the plush, carpeted corridors. I enjoyed the solitude and freedom that I had not experienced in quite a while. Abruptly I was pulled into a crevice, I let out a quiet gasp, and searched for the face of my captor.