DOO DOO DOO LIFE'S GOOD.

whenever you're having a bad day, just say "DOO DOO DOO LIFE'S GOOD." in a very girlie, babyish voice. it'll make you happy. guaranteed or your money back. ( :

i've been doing vocal exercises all day and now my throat/mouth/stomach/chest all hurt like craperoni. (i love inventing new words.) do you know how much work it is to completely open up your throat wide enough to shove a fugging turkey down there? holy mother of pearl, my ears are still ringing.

but, on the upside, i've totally fixed the range problem in my voice. bye bye squeaky pipes, hello angelic voice of an angel. (jay kay, i'm not that good)

i hate to toot my own horn but... toot toot.

so, tonight is the premier of the Hannah Montana Movie. i'm not going to it tonight, but i am on tuesday because for some reason beyond my comprehension, it's cheaper on tuesday. random, yes. i'm not particularly a miley fan, but the movie looks half decent, it got good reviews, and Lucas Till is a babe. so there you have it.

this weekend, sunday to be exact, is Easter! the day God rose again, or something. awesome. i was supposed to work on easter, how whack is that? but now i'm not, so it's all good.

my brother is in new york city for a week. just thought i'd let you know how lucky he is.

hmm, i do believe that is all for now. OH WAIT ONE ZIPADEE DOO DA MINUTE.

so after many many many many days of contemplating, i decided that since the rest of the american population has one, i thought that i was in need of one too if i wanted to be classed as an american citizen (i'm from canada, but whatevs.)

I GOT A TWITTER. yes, i caved and got one. they're incredibly addicting.

www.twitter.com/thatmarinachick

go there. follow me. i'll love you forever ( :

aight G's. datz all for now. talk to you soon. and keep in touch with my tweets! (that's twitter slang for updates. how awesome is that!?)

x

Marina the twitter expert.

yay for expired dairy products!

so i've come to the realization that i have not been loyal to this blog, because when i went to sign in before, i couldn't even remember my effing password. obviously it's a good one because i spent like, 20 minutes trying to remember it. the sad part is... i even wrote it down.

anyways, that's not the point. the point is i haven't blogged in a while, so i will now ( :

i wish i could say that i haven't updated in ages because i've really busy. but i haven't been really busy. haha.

so yes, what happened in my life that would be fun to share with a bunch of strangers...hmm...

OH YES, i will be attending the august 29th JONAS BROTHERS concert! oh geez, i'm so flipping excited, you have no idea. i have a whole long story about how i got the tickets, but i'm sure none of you care. and if you do... sorry.

so, a few days ago, my brother went to the kitchen to get something to eat, which, being a human, happens often. he opened the fridge and said, "there's nothing to eat." which is something he also says often. i usually ignore him because he's just being picky. but when i went to the fridge to get something to eat, it was legit, empty. i will name you the contents of my fridge,

-a jar of pickles

-moldy cheese

-mustard

-a few bruised apples

-eggplant (random?)

so yeah. just thought you'd gain some pleasure in knowing that.

also, camilla belle and joe jonas broke up.

then they got back together.

FML. (www.fmylife.com. go. now. funniest shizzzzat ever.)

so, i'm gonna raid my kitchen again, and maybe find some more moldy cheese. who knows, maybe i'll be able to make a sandwich or something. if i'm not back with a new blog in a few days, it's most likely because i got food poisoning. yay for expired dairy products! *high fives*

over and out my homies. ( :

lovelovelove

"the picky eater."

muh ree nuh.

( :

i'm thinking about purchasing a ukulele.

true story.

i was talking with my daddio yesterday and I was like, "I really want a ukulele." and he started laughing because he thought i was kidding.

i was being serious.

so we talked it over and since i already play the guitar fairly well, he agreed to get me a ukulele. which makes me happy because i've only ever had like little souvenir ones from hawaii when i was like, 5. so yeah. ukulele's are badass and everyone knows it. everyone whose anyone has one.

*cough you should go out and buy one cough*

so yes, i'm currently researching ukulele's because i want a good quality one. so if any ukulele experts happen to be ready this, any advice when purchasing a ukulele?

man, how times have i said ukulele in this blog? it's starting to get annoying.

i also kind of want a mandolin, only because it's a fun word to say.

"yo bro, i'm going to get my mandolin and we'll have a little jam session."

it's fun, no? well i think it is but maybe thats just for people with dry senses of humor, like myself.

ohohohohoh, i also got my taylor swift tickets in the mail today!

yes bitches, thats right. taylor. swift. tickets. 

be jealous. MSG, baby, MSG. can't wait. i'll take plenty of pictures and if i can figure out how to work the video on my camera, i'll take some videos as well. just for your viewing pleasure.

anywhozerz i gotta jet. places to go, people to see.

thanks for reading, as always. i'll keep you in the loop on my ukulele/mandolin purchasing.

lovelovelove

Marina "ukulele player extraordinaire"

now that's a nickname.

being an insomniac is cool.

cause that's exactly what i'm doing right now, at 11:00 p.m and i'm writing a blog.

OH SHIT. it's 11:11. make a wish.

okay. wish made.

so, i'm sitting on my couch which now has an imprint of my ass because i'm always sitting in the same place on it. my mom is doing our income taxes. and my dad is sleeping. no surprise there.

tonight my mom made chicken and corn for dinner with french fries accommodating them. it was da shizzat, yo.

tomorrow (march.15th) is the rumored pre sale day for jonas concert tickets. so i'll be up at 9:00 am, aka a few hours, to hopefully be the first one to purchase tickets. if i don't get any, i'm gonna have a bitch fit. seriously. i have to see them. i don't think anyone understands how important this is to me. don't ask why cause you'll just call me lame and stupid. two things that i'm already very much aware of.

so you'd think i'd be sleeping right now. but no. i'm cool like that. you just can't handle it, don't feel bad only a select few can. 

so i'm falling asleep at the keyboard which is my body's way of saying, "go to bed, fool."

so i will. i must obey my leader. say it in a robotic voice, it sounds funnayyy.

nighty night.

lovelovelove

Marina the insomniac.

story time.

you ready for the longest blog in history? well it probably wont be that long cause i know a lot of you don't really care about the 13 day vacation i took. long story short, it was great, and i'm back.

no tan, though. burnt. but no tan.

i actually think i'm even whiter. if it's possible.

but whatevs. i'm glad to be back in the coldness of canada. i walked outside when i got here and i had like, a seizure at the cold. for 13 days i was used to gorgeous sun and warm weather. oh well. not anymore. say bye bye to the pretty birdies.

i miss the ocean. it was pretty. except for that day when the winds were crazy and it was like raining and shit.

the sea was angry that day, my friends.

by the way, there are some seriously HOT guys on cruises. like, really really hot.

too bad they all have girlfriends. don't you hate it when that happens? when you meet a totally awesome guy that you really like, but he's got a friggin girlfriend so there's like no chance in hell that he'd even look at you. boo.

...

if you're  a chill kid, you'll listen to these songs,

You and I  by Ingrid Michaelson

Remembering Sunday by All time low

Boys with Girlfriends by Meiko story of my life.

oh and i feel the urge to share with you the fact that

I'M GOING TO THE TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT IN NEW YORK.

hell yeah, eat that bitches. i'm going to see taytay at MSG on August 27th. it's gonna be chill times. i'm so excited. i'd better start making a poster... oh yay. i'm gonna get all teenie now like a little 10 year old.

anyways, i have to go have dinner now. tahtah my friends. see you tomorrow. well, not literally. but virtually. you know what i mean.

love&love&love

i'm trying to change things up.

Marina.

putting off packing by blogging.

yes. that is precisely what i'm doing here. this is my second blog of the day and considering i just wrote the other one, this is very sad because it explains how little of a life i have.

i'm leaving for vayycayy demain (that's french for tomorrow) and if i don't get a tan, i'm gonna shit bricks on someone. i go from white to red from the burn of trying to tan then back to white again. i never get tanned. it sucks monkey butt. i'm gone for a week and i still haven't packed. i'm kewl like dat, yo. maybe i should go do that now.

nah.

so i just saw that i have 11 followers at el momento. dude, that's facking chill times. no joke. that means that 11 people thought this didn't suck enough to actually want to keep reading my random babble. just fyi, i update everyday. so keep checking back. kay? kay thanks a bunch.

hang on, someone's at the door. bee are bee.

back. it was some dude who had the wrong house. we had a rather friendly conversation. i answered the door and he had like, a blank look on his face, so i wanted to know what the dealio was. here's how our convo went down:

he was like, "Hi, is Frankelbert there?"

and i was like, "Um, no?"

so he was like, "Oh. Well what time will he be back?"

so i was like, "Dude. He doesn't live here..."

then he was like, "HE MOVED?"

and i was all like, "No. He doesn't live here and he never has."

and he was all, "Oh." then he walked away cluelessly.

man, you should have seen the look on his face. it looked like he just shat himself. effing hilarious. i was about to run and get my camera to take a picture of him to put on this blog, but i don't think he would like that.

so thats all the ramble for today. have a superawesometastic spring break. be safe and have fun.

(i don't know why i said be safe. i sound like an adult. ew)

lovelovelove

your favorite blogger. haha. blogger. funny word.

and all that shizz.

lately i've been using that... 'catch phrase' if you will. i don't know why, cause it makes me sound like a wannabe Chris Crocker. Anywhooz. 

so i'd like to hoover around the subject of the one and only Ms. Camilla Belle. if you're not familiar with her, she's the cavewoman in the movie '10 000bc.' and she has fugly eyebrows. no hate, just sayin'.

so yeah, if you live under a rock (no dissin people who do, you're awesome and i love rocks) you wouldn't know that Camilla Belle is dating Joe Jonas, a.k.a. my future spouse. he doesn't know it yet, but he will.

well, today i remembered that Camilla used to date Robert Pattinson, a.k.a. Vampire boy. i'm totally okay with that, i mean i don't like Twilight anyways. (oh shit, now i'm gonna get shanked by half the girls at school no no, half the girls in AMERICA.)

she's dating joe jonas. the man of my dreams. that lucky bitch.

THEN i saw a picture of Camilla and Rob CARESSING. yes, that's right, CARESSING. i'll try to put the picture in this blog, but i'm not gonna lie... i don't know how. i'm pretty much mentally handicap when it comes to technology or anything related to it.

so back to the subject, she's dating Joseph, but she's CARESSING Robert. hmm does Joe know about this? i'm sure he's not the only one she's been CARESSING, if you catch my drift.

why do i keep putting the word caressing in capitals?

like, come on, you can have Joe or you can have Rob. 

BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM BOTH, greedy little bitch. sorry Camilla, it's nothing personal. it's merely business.

but whatever. no big deal.

ohh beeteedubs, i'm going on vacation for the next week, so no blogs until i get back.

sorry ( :

but i'm not really that sorry cause i'm sick and tired of looking at snow. it's ugly and smells weird. i'd rather be in the bahamas. OH WAIT, i will be ( : haha

lovelovelove

Mrs. Jonas. shh, it's still a secret.