Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Hello I am trying to make a zine about teeth. If you have anything you would be willing to submit I would greatly appreciate it!(Stories, fiction or nonfiction, pictures, drawing, WHATEVER) You can send it to marissacoconut@yahoo.com or you could answer these questions: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dGo1QzhpZXlqR1d6ckpSTHNSU2I2VlE6MQ

I have only four followers but hey. Thanks:)
What is uupppp yo! My summer has been a pretty awesome summer...
I went to Ink N Iron and I saw The Vandals, The Guana Bats, She Wants Revenge and THE MISFITS, who are one of my favorite bands!!!! Not the same band members of course, only Jerry is left(see what I did there??) and I got a picture with him and I got a signed sticker:)


I also went to two other concerts at The Glasshouse. The headliner of one was Yacht and one of the concerts I won tickets to! :D

I went to two RookieMag events in Hollywood.






Random kewl girls

Friday, June 1, 2012

Pics or GTFO

I haven't posted in a while I suppose because I've been "busy", whatever that means.
So here I am...I didn't plan this post out but I like that better than if I had....I just feel like posting pictures.
Today was my last day of school. My senior year is next. Not much of a day.

I had a picnic with some friends at a recreational area at this place called Santa Fe Dam.
It's quite nice, I go there semi-often. I have fond memories there.

This is the dress I was wearing. I had bought it the day before at this vintage shop called Lemon Frog Shop. I adore this dress. It's flowy and sheer and breezy.

The photograph looks ugly because it's an Instagram edited version of an Iphone picture of a Polaroid picture, but I put it because I like how I and it look.

Friends

This kid is amazing; he plays drums and guitar. He was the guitarist in my cell phone PSA.

Goodies. I baked banana nut chocolate chip bread, brownies, and lemon bars.

My friend on my bike, which I rode there, as I live quite close.

The band in my hair is a very pretty scarf I got for 50 cents at a thrift store.


This place is called The Smell. It's in LA. I saw some bands on a Thursday a few weeks ago. Not high quality pictures but it's a cool place, believe me.

My friend's beanie, my other friend's glasses, my mother's cardigan, my own velvet thrifted top.


Girl from orchestra. The blurry photos are smudgy on the edges because this occasionally happens when the lens of my camera is dirty, but I don't wipe it because I really like what it does to the pictures.







Outside of the performing arts center before an orchestra concert. I play the piano.
My sweater and skirt are both thrifted. The sweater is lovely; beading all around and it is lined and it is soft. The clock on my necklace is from a gift shop at the Palace of Versailles.

I saw Moonrise Kingdom yesterday. I had a sort of adventure, using the Metrolink without an actual adult present for the first time, although my mother was helping through text. I saw it at the Arclight in Hollywood. To my delight, Playful Pizzicato was used in the film, which is the second movement of Simple Symphony. We played Simple Symphony in orchestra for our concert, excluding Playful Pizzicato, despite having played it in class. So, it was nice to hear it in a movie coincidentally after just having been exposed to it a few months prior. Strange how these things seem to happen to me. Of course, there is the idea that these things always happen to people, but we only notice them after having been exposed. But still.

I was going to post more pictures but have decided I'll post them another time. That is all for now.




Saturday, April 21, 2012

Untitled


Hello. So following this is a short story which I have written. It doesn't have a title yet, but I'm thinking about one. I hope you enjoy it.
Some people have such audacity. It’s incredible really. Insulting, in fact. How could such stupidity be allowed on this planet? You would think we would have eliminated all the riff-raff by now. Supposedly the human race is so advanced, with technology and all. But we won’t truly be advanced until all the idiots are dead.
         This one girl-goodness. She ought to be the first to go. There is really no hope for her. It’s kind of sad in a way. I mean, it’s not her fault she is so stupid. It’s just what fate dealt her.
         Just last week we were giving oral presentations in English class for our final project. I worked hard on my project. I have to say mine was the best. I probably would have gotten over 100% on it were it not for that idiot.
         It came time for me to present and so, I made my way to the front of the classroom. I’m standing up there and this girl just gets up and sits her fat ass down in my desk. Who does that? In what universe is this okay? You should have seen her face too. No shame or guilt whatsoever. Of course, she doesn’t have the mental capacity or depth to feel shame. Idiots never do. Nobody else noticed, as I expected. They were all just chirping away like birds that won’t shut up, the brainless little bastards. I was livid.
        I always try my hardest to be the better person, turn the other cheek. I’m a pacifist by nature. But this idiot needed a reality check. It was for her own good. In the real world people don’t turn the other cheek. They tell you like it is. So, in my charitable attempt to learn this girl, I spoke up.

“Umm, excuse me. What do you think you’re doing?”
       It took about five long seconds for this idiot to realize I was addressing her.
"Huh?”
       Of course. What else could you expect as a response from a Neanderthal besides a grunt?
“I said what do you think you’re doing?”
"What are you talking about?”
       I stood there gaping. By this time the class was silent, all their beady little eyes on me.
“My desk. Why are you in it?”
“Ummmm.”
“Did I say you could sit in my seat?”
"Do you want me to move back?”
“Of course you moron. Who do you think you are to just sit in my seat at your whim?”
      To this day I still wonder who the fuck she thinks she is.
      Of course, that pissed her boyfriend off (he is an imbecile as well) who then proceeded to get unnecessarily confrontational with me, the cocky little shit. You should have seen him, rushing up to me. I swear guys like him get off on that shit. The testosterone and adrenaline was pumping through his body, practically oozing out of him. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to punch me or rape me at that point. I wouldn’t doubt it if he turned out to be gay, especially for me because I am one fine cut of meat. Guys like him are always the secret fags. He’ll come out just before graduation and everyone will love him for it because it just proves his courage. Then he will go off to art school in Germany, and have a torrid love affair with his sixty-five year old Renaissance Art professor who dies of a heart-attack in the middle of vigorous love-making. Five years later he will settle down with the owner of a bistro who cheats on him with a young, Italian, female model. As a result, he will live the rest of his life working for the post office, selling handmade booklets of cheap, uninspired poetry on the side, and spending his nights sipping vodka in the dark whilst stroking his Boston Terrier. But I digress.
        His breath stunk of plaque and microwave breakfast sausages. Sausages. Of course.
“Nobody calls my girl a moron, jerk-off!”
All I could manage to get out was,“Shave your unibrow”, because he was standing so close to me that the thing was all that was in my field of vision.
         Being the impulsive, sexually confused freak he is, the ape punched me after I said this. Next thing I know, I’m in the hospital. Much to my chagrin, I was forced to stay in the psych ward because I have “anger-management issues”, whatever the hell that means. Then, they gave me this fucking journal so I can “vent” or whatever. Idiots. I couldn’t wait to get out so I could find out how long the bastard that decked me was going to be in juvenile detention. I went to my first group therapy session and guess who is sitting right next to me. That’s right, the ape. I don’t know how much longer I can fucking handle listening to how his father was never there for him and abused his little sisters. All that typical crap. Only one good thing has arisen from this string of unfortunate events, and that is that stupid gorilla finally shaved his unibrow.




Sunday, April 8, 2012

Camp

Hola y'all.
So I'm on  Spring Break now and I would like to share some awesome pictures from December. I went to winter camp for one weekend and my friend, Michelle, and I took many awesome pictures.
                                                     Craft Room
                                              

                                                                  Michelle




                              Our poor souls were murdered and left to rot in the woods.






                                             I don't remember this girl's name.


                                                               Cool ladder.











                                                    I was in a terrible accident.






                We found a toy sword as well as the bowling ball in the bottom right corner.




video
                                                 Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch


 In other news, I'm supposed to learn some of the songs  on the piano from the You're A Good Man Charlie Brown play because the drama teacher asked me to do so. So I'm nervous about that. I am also going to start to learn how to play the guitar. I have had an Epiphone acoustic guitar since seventh grade but once the high E string broke, it just sat in my closet. So I finally got it restrung by a friend.
I also wrote a short story, which I shall post here later. I plan on writing more. :)