Toph's iPod
Playlists:
1) Shut up and play
2)WTF? All of these songs SUCK
3) When life's being a bitch
4)Aang's ears are so dysfunctional, it astounds me
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Playlist Title: These songs were WRITTEN for suckiness
1. Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day
2. What a Catch, Donnie - Fall Out Boy
3. This Is How I Disappear - My Chemical Romance
4. The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Fall Out Boy
5. Sophomore Slump or the Comeback of the Year - Fall Out Boy
6. I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) - Fall Out Boy
7. Disenchanted - My Chemical Romance
8. Dead! - My Chemical Romance
9. 21st Century Breakdown - Green Day
10.All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey
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A Brief Explanation: The fact that "All I Want For Christmas Is You" was actually a SUCCESSFUL SINGLE in the US is proof of life's suckiness by itself.
LIKE, SERIOUSLY.
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Date: Monday, September 3
Time: 4:57pm
Mood:Trying to control my aggravation as I plot to get revenge on Sokka. BE REASONABLE. Where would I even GET an alligator? And I don't even know that it would be hungry for Sokka, anyway.
Music: Ooooh, wake me up when September ends!
I reread my entry from two days ago.
WOW, I sound like such a bitch. Some revisions to be made:
1. Sokka's band, I'm sure, is not shitty.
2. I mean, maybe a basic waste of time in the Universe, but not shitty.
3. And, y'know, he probably just reacted instantaneously.
4.. So I GUESS I shouldn't blame him for it?
5. Still. His decision making skills friggen suck.
But I am NOT going to make up with him. No WAY! He is going to apologizeto ME. I will CLING to my pride if need be.
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HOMEWORK (DAMMIT):
Algebra 2: page 2, numbers 1-32, EVENS ONLY
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Date: September 4
Time: 8:42am
Mood: in denial
Music: I'm boring, but overcompensate with headlines and flash! flash! flash! photography.
No.
NO.
I am NOT going to auditions after school today. I am going to IGNORE the announcements.
YOU HERE THAT, PRINCIPAL OZAI? GO DIE IN A FREAKING HOLE SOMEWHERE.
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Date: September 4
Time: 2:21pm
Mood: floating in a river in Egypt...
Music:If I had my iPod on at the moment, I'd be listening to something...rebellious? Yeah, that.
I like coffee.
Don't you like coffee? I LOVE coffee (proof: I left an hour early for school, before anyone else in the house - well, mansion - was up, JUST so I could go to Starbucks. And I got the money from my bank account - because, apparently, I'm an idiot, and forgot that there is actually moneyin there. And my parents forgot to lock it, apparently. HA HA.) I love coffee SO much, in fact, I am not going to be looking up from the dark, caramel depths of my latte ONCE as I walk through the hall on my way to the bus (yes. MY PARENTS ARE LETTING ME TAKE THE BUS NOW, HALLELUJAH! They've JUST gotten over the Chocolate Rabbit incident of first grade Easter Week, apparently), because guess what? Those fliers telling everyone that auditions are after school today? I'm not going to look at them. I'm not going to LET myself look at them. Nope, not even once -
(Okay, yeah, whatever, ten minutes passed and I moved locations - except not metaphorically; I'm picking up where I left off, bitch.)
"Ugh!" And just then, just right at that exact moment because the Universe HATES me, I ran into Sokka. A painfully tepid dampness began to drip down the front of my shirt.
He looked slightly scared, and not just because I'd overslept and hadn't showered that morning. "T-Toph!" Sokka gulped. "How...nice...to see you..."
"You spilled my coffee ALL OVER MY SHIRT," I said, shell-shocked. "Seriously."
By now, Sokka was looking TERRIFIED. "Listen, I'm sorry about your shirt," he apologized as quickly as he could. In a horrifying attempt to set things right, Sokkatried to make amends with, "I, um, didn't like it on you anyway? I mean - not that you - it's just - black isn't your color," he stammered. When Sokka had finished deconstructing his reputation in front of me, he slammed his palm into his forehead.
"I hate myself," he droned.
For whatever reason, I took pity on him. "It's not the SHIRT I care about, you moron," I huffed. "It's the freaking COFFEE," I clarified, patting at the blooming stain with a tissue. As I glanced up at him, I noticed the corner of a pink flyer in the outer skirts of my peripheral vision.
But. I. Was. Not. Looking.
I forgot, okay? That's what happen. I EFFING FORGOT.
"So," I continued, pulling myself back to the coffee at hand, "Tomorrow. Before school. You're buying me some more freaking coffee, amirite?" I quirked an eyebrow at him.
A gulp slid down his throat, and I, sensing a protest, glared my worst. I am NEVER above intimidation tactics. His shoulders slipped, and Sokka sighed. "Yeah, whatever, I'll be there," he grumbled. "I'll just...resort to male prostitution to get the fortune it'll take me to buy one freaking cup of Starbucks coffee!" Sokka threw his hands in the air with frustration.
As was her creepy 'thing,' Ty Lee popped out of nowhere and piped up in her sugary voice, "And when you become a male prostitute, I'll be your first customer!"
Sokka flushed. "Erm," he said eloquently, as she blew him a kiss, winked, and stalked down the nearly-empty hall with an entirely unnecessary swing to her hips. "How does she do that?" Sokka asked, dumbfounded. His eyes followed her cute little butt until it had vanished around the corner. Then, and only then, did he look back at me.
I don't know about you, but NOTHING annoys me more then...well, actually, generic pop music and chocolate milk (Chocolate. Milk. YOU CANNOT MIX THEM), but Sokka's apparent priorities - that is, that Ty Lee's ass came over ME, and actual INTELLIGENT human being - made me fume just enough to bring out the, shall we say, more colorful words in my vocabulary.
"Now listen hear, asshole," I began, trying my best to stare him down (which wasn't entirely easy, seeing as he was half a foot taller then me). "I don't want to hear any complaints about buying me coffee or whatever. You were the one who got us into this mess in the first place!"
To my disappointment, he didn't appear as terrified as I'd hoped, just confused. "What mess?"
"The play, you moron! The play!" I exclaimed in total exasperation. And then I realized that meant I kind of HAD to go, because Sokka had just witness me, well, not forgetting about it (plus, I COULD read that drama flyerfrom her, to be totally honest with you), and so I did what every girl does at least once in her high school career:
I told him I had to get a tampon, darted into the nearest corridor, ran by the vending machines, backtracked about twenty feet later to grab a Twinkie, went in the storage closet, discovered that the storage closet was already occupied by Zuko and Jet talking, an unusual lack of distance between them (which probably meant they were having hot sex by now), and ended up crouched behind the trashcan in front of my creepy history professor's door.
And that's where I am now, writing all of this.
...Why did a long, tall shadow just fall over me?
OH, GOD. SOKKA. SHIT.
"How did you find me?" I demand.
"Okay, I know that girls do weird things - Katara is proof - but WHY are you writing all of this down?" Sokka asked. "And I followed the Twinkie crumbs."
DAMMIT. Sugar, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????
"Listen, Toph, I know your this independent, punk rocker chick, but Iroh is going to SUSPEND us if we don't go to auditions RIGHT NOW, and I don't know about you, but I want to go to an Ivy League School," Sokka tells me self-importantly (and annoyingly).
"You'll never get in, you jerk," I huff back, as Sokka reaches down to shut my noteboo
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Date: MY LIFE IS OVER
Time: THE UNIVERSE IS OVER SO THERE'S NO TIME ANYMORE, YOU FREAKING IDIOT
Mood:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Music: THE SOUND OF MY OWN SCREAMING
THEY'RE GOING TO MAKE ME SING.
FUCK NO.
I WILL NOT DO THIS. I WILL NOT DO THI
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Date:September 4th
Time: 2:53pm
Mood: Horrified that I just WRECKED MY REPUTATION FOREVER
Music: The crappy voices of everyone auditioning
Okay, shit.
I DEFINITELY just did that. That is, audition for the musical.
And I sang the one song from any musical that I can remember:
"Tomorrow," from Annie.
WHY, DESTINY. WHYYY.
Hey, wait, Sokka's going now. Let's hope he sucks.
....Oh my friggen god. No he is not singing that song. No WAY.
Two things:
1. We're allowed to sing Fall Out Boy?!!!!
2. GODDAMMIT. WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS.
3. Sokka actually has a...GOOD VOICE.
4. He is singing "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" as I write.
5. And it is actually, um, slightly sexy?
6. He just got to the line about "I only think in the form of crunching numbers."
7. Screw it. This is REALLY sexy.
8. Did I just write that?
9. Yes. Yes, I believe I did.
10. But this doesn't mean I've made up with him.
11. He spilled coffee all over me, 'member?
12. Plus, thinking someone's hot doesn't mean you actually like them.
13. Like, um, hellooo, me and Nick Jonas???
14. Please, please ignore the fact that I just wrote that. Nick Jonas is fugly - that's all YOU'VE ever heard (well, read) me say, got it?
15. OR I WILL DESTROY YOU.
Anyway, Sokka is, like, AWESOME at singing.
Now Suki's up. Ugh. HATE HER. She is such an arrogant bitch, I swear, with her pretty hair and her amazing soccer playing and every jock in school having a huge crush on her...and, um, the fact that she is dating Sokka Kuruk.
I swear, I'm going to be laughing furiously at her in a minute. Because she's totally gonna sing something without any sex appeal AT ALL and then Sokka's gonna dump HER and ha, what'll happen then?
That's right, the TOPH AND SOKKA SHOW. Or, as I call it, TOKKA!
(I think my distress has caused me to abandon all hopes of my list. That I won't fall in love with Sokka. Whatever. I have a short attention span, anyway.)
...Wait. What the HELL is she singing?
Really. LADY GAGA? Does Suki really have to move her hips like THAT? And the way she's looking at Sokka -
Me no likey. At all.
Ty Lee - who was auditioning as well, as it seemed - poked me. "I can see why Sokka's tapping that," she giggled in my ear.
I glanced at her. Could she tell?
Nah. She was too stupid to sense that I was crazy over Sokka all over again, and after only one song, too.
My gaze found Sokka, staring rapt at Suki in the front row of the theatre.
"Aren't they adorable?" Ty Lee commented, assuming that I was merely admiring the happy couple. Hah! Nope, I definitely wasn't wishing them well.
"Whatever," I huffed. "I have homework to do," I said plainly, a poorly disguised attempt to shoo Ty Lee away.
She got the message, and leaned back into her seat. "You were good," Ty Lee couldn't risk adding. "Really good. Like, seriously. You, Suki, and Sokka were all, like, totally amazing," she gushed, as I tried to ignore her. I'd practically TOLD her to shut up, hadn't I?
As she gave me the once over me with a look in her eyes that led me to suspect that maybe she wasn't as oblivious as I'd assumed, Ty Lee smirked. "This is gonna be one interesting musical."
As Suki finished her sickeningly poppy number and ran towards Sokka for a hug, I couldn't resist watching them embrace. My heart pounded in that annoyingly uncomfortable way - like an itch you can't scratch no matter how hard you try.
Interesting, huh?
Ty Lee didn't know the half of it.
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A Brief Excerpt From the Hit Broadway Musical, Annie:
My life will be over
Tomorrow
The cast list will be put up
By tomorrow,
And I'll be dead!
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Makes me want to vomit
And scratch out my eyes
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck in a life
That sucks
So badly,
I just go to my room
And sulk,
And say,
Oh!
My life is done
Tomorrow
I'll be socially alive
'Til tomorrow
Then I'm screwed
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I hate ya Tomorrow!
You're only
A day
Away!
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A/N: If you hate me for being the liar I am when it comes to updating...I don't blame you. -flees to go write Zutara, the new best ship evah!-