Mom and dad in the living room. Silence.

Me and cookies and milk in the kitchen...
At least I have the somewhat better end, too bad their negative energy is dragging me down as well.

*sniff*

This bites.

Oh your God, Oh your God, oh your FREAKING MOTHER OF GOD. *sigh* My parents never fight like this wtf? Not to mention my dad's smoking again, definatly not a good sign. *doesn't even bother to hide the pain in her eyes* I love my family, we've never showed disfunction before. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. Excuse the fuckin language if you don't like it. God fuckin damnit. Okay, yeah later. I'm not too...happy atm, enjoy what life you have, be thankfull you have one out of the house >_<

Okay, me and my friend Heather were sitting in class doing our math work for once, when the beginning of this question about a pinata popped up:

'The students in Mrs. Haberlou's Spanish class are making a pinata, which they plan to fill with pennies.'

OKAY! That being said, if you found anything strong enough to hold the pinata up, it would fall and burst, or just automatically fall hurting the kids wouldn't it? Or if you found something strong enough to hold it up, if someone touched it, it would burst would it not? This makes no sense! With as heavy as a sphere pinata filled with pennies is, it wouldn't be easy to defy the force of gravity, so why did they put this in a math booklet?

Since you need math for science, if they read that question, wouldn't some kids think that meant that a pinata full of pennies isn't that heavy?

Jeeze, people aren't smart when they are giving us tests are they? North Carolina sucks >_<

At least I have Janet Evanovich to ease my mind.

I really, truly, have no life. Maybe I could get Clint to put me a skateboard together? But then i'd have to go to the skate park and skate infront of everybody...it's not that I care what they think, it's the fact that everyone there will be able to do stuff that I can't, and that irritates me. One reason why I don't want to date a writer.

Or, or or!!!

Maybe I can quit SWG again and see where that gets me?

Nope won't work. I'm too attached now 8(

Anyone got any suggestions? Our school district sucks, so no extra curricular activies. The only after school stuff here in tutoring in stuff I excell in. *shrugs* For now, Reel Big Fish understands me. Same with Brody Dalle. And Save Ferris. And Mr. Big (I'd DIE for "To Be With You!!!"). Actually my nano and many, many more.

Well today my oh-so-once-loving ex boyfriend turned into the dick I used to know he was before he presented himself as a friend. He called me up, because we've talked after the break-up as actually good friends, and he was locked out of his house and his new girlfriend got her phone taken away; hense the basis of calling me.

When he called I was in the middle of reading PheonixV's poetry, and I told him some of it. "Oh well he's just an Emo." So I replied, "People like you are the reason so many Emo's kill themselves every year, and no, I don't believe he'd like the fact you called him 'Emo'." "Oh well, let the Emos kill themselves, just one more person I want dead. They're like gays, no one wants them around." So I hung up on him, i'm still trying to figure out when he became such a heartless jerk, and might I add, I no longer feel sorry for almost making him cry by breaking up with him.

Stupid dickmunching, cum guzzling, jackass.

YAY! I'm aloud to have a writersco!!! whoo. my momma said yee eess *sings and dances* i do that too often...Oh well, had to share 8P

Okay, I re-did my index a bit, I now have a contents. Yes I know some are repeated, that means that work could be under the two - three different topics. Soon i'll have one for my world of Opell...actually I'll make that now. But look, I s'pose. Please comment?

oh yeah, beginning to the second part of "Be Still My Fast Beating Heart" !!!

-Be still my fast beating heart. What on Shak’ell was this elf thinking? The water is so black I can barley see her, her vivid, luminous fiery hair, her pallor skin tone, just the dark frame of her silhouette drifting unconsciously into the deep water below,
Be still my fast beating heart. How could she feel this way? It is a live, her life, not anything that some “he” did to her. One thought echoes through her thoughts. Mith. Vivid illusions of a very, very attractive male enter thought, and they blur into random almost photo like images. A strong angry face, yelling and throwing his hands about to emphasize as I see the beautiful elf wincing…and the slide show continued…-

Just a taste for anyone who cares out there. I doubt I'll get published, but hey, who brought my negative energy into this anyhow?

oh yeah, beginning to the second part of "Be Still My Fast Beating Heart" !!!

-Be still my fast beating heart. What on Shak’ell was this elf thinking? The water is so black I can barley see her, her vivid, luminous fiery hair, her pallor skin tone, just the dark frame of her silhouette drifting unconsciously into the deep water below,
Be still my fast beating heart. How could she feel this way? It is a live, her life, not anything that some “he” did to her. One thought echoes through her thoughts. Mith. Vivid illusions of a very, very attractive male enter thought, and they blur into random almost photo like images. A strong angry face, yelling and throwing his hands about to emphasize as I see the beautiful elf wincing…and the slide show continued…-

Just a taste for anyone who cares out there. I doubt I'll get published, but hey, who brought my negative energy into this anyhow?

I'm still managing to be the prettiest princess with the prettiest tiara in the whole widest world.

what? I CAN LIE TO MYSELF CAN'T I?!? Come on, it doesnt take a brain scientist to realize that i'm not as pretty as i could be >_< but I guess that with thick black eyeliner that's kinda different. I'm unique, what can I say?

Hrmm. Okay, I feel guilty. Confession : it's not even my fualt. Clint - one of my best friends, and my other best friends boyfriend - told me....quite a few times today (Heather wasn't here) that i'm pretty, and if Heather had said no to him at the beginning of thise year, he would have asked me... and I finally got a chance to get out to people here that i'm bi 8P And as I knew it would be, Clint is cool with it, and so would Heather.

But I still wish I had someone. To hold me, and tell me that they love me, and they will never hurt me. I broke that one, just a bit ago, but he's moved on already. I miss him dearly, I hope that time will bring us back to where we left off...only in the same state, and hopefully that same city even. Zip-Code if possible? But fate never worked kindly to me.

I dunno. I hate life, I still wish the Earth had done away with the human race after she left us find fire. How much you wanna bet that some accident lead to us not dying after that discovery? *shrugs* oh well, that's just my opinion.+

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any one wanna cuddle? (man I sound so easy. *is now angry with herself*)

Hrmm. This blog seems empty-ended, but i'm still bored, so what tha hell?

I'm sitting here bored out of my mind, pudding spoon in my mouth as I type, my puppy scraping against the window, and i'm trying to remember how to put your writings into paragraph form >_<

Not to mention (stops and grabs a spoon full of chocolate puddin' repeating the following, "I'm a pretty little girl, who wants a [accent each word] pop tart.) I keep starting to want to cry because Bella is about to lose Edward in "New Moon" by Stephenie Meyer, and I miss Austin. But he has Emily, so at least he's happy. *sarcastic look* Why can't I be happy for him? Though the most I could hope for here is that Mary may possibly break up with her bf and suddenly want me, ooorrr Montie suddenly fell in love with me.

Seeing as how I dont see either of those happening very soon, i'm alone, the only boys that I can find that "love" me are online, and I need physical connection as well as emotional and verbal and such. I need someone to hold me when i'm feeling like shit, someone to comfort me (or cary Midol) while i'm PMSy and bound to cry. Someone to hug, to kiss, to hold my hand. Someone I can go on dates with. No one who actually thinks they "love" me, or hell even like me, is anywhere near me, and one guy that is is three years older and after some other chicks heart. So yeah, I'm just screwed.

And now my only comfort at the moment, my chocolate puddin', is almost gone! *sniffle* anyone got a Midol? *mumbles* a guy even?

Okay, so, I found out I'm way too emotional at the moment, but I found a perfect way to start off Dahl's story! Gotta love Stephenie Meyer man! I'll start writing it soon, but I'm asking my mother kindly to let me get a writersco, so i'll pretend to sign up for another, and just keep this one.
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If she tells me I can of course, i've been telling her about it a lot latley, so she knows I really want one. *shrugs* well, I s'pose i'm off to start me new story...

Alright, I plan on writing stories of my RPing characters.

Dahlyai (doll-E-aa) - An Elf, she's a Rogue, and was once trained to be a killer; she was a spy.

and of course,

Nazh (Nash) - My vampire kitty! Dahlyai found her after she became a Rogue, and she is the only friend Dahl can trust.

I hope they sound interesting.

Oh oh, and I plan on writing about Mith, a very, VERY sexy vampire that...well you can wait for him.

But he's MY sexy boy, back off <.< | >.>

lol, but still waiting for a bf.

or a girlfriend.

oh also about my writing, with me being Bisexual, I write about lesbians sometimes. Don't like it, don't read it. Don't blow me out because i'm going to your world of fire, but let me ask you this, for those that would feel that need.

If your beloved Heaven has so many faces depending on cultures, but Hell only has one, which face should you trust?

To me it sounds like Heaven could end up being worse than Hell, so does it really matter if i believe in either one to you?

okay got my stories up, im bored.

might as well talk.

let's see im extreamly ... well emotionally unstable atm because i just broke up with the guy of my effin dreams, the guy i love, and the guy that out of every chick that he could have (the whole school) he had chosen me. But he chose me a bit late, because by the time he asked me out i was about to move in about 1 and a half months so we tried long distance right? well i couldnt take it any longer and now he's dating the cute flute player Emily and im here alone wishing i had someone to catch me fall.

so now im waiting for some random bloke to find himself fallen on my tattered tracks, and hopefully hed find his way to love me.

*shrugs* nope aint gonna happen

got mah first story up hahahahahaha

okay anyhow, its old, but whatever *shrugs* whom evers out there, please read? im gonna work on my poems too, prolly have em up by tonight

*kisses*

btw:

I CANT BE A MOVIE STAR CUZ I DONT HAVE MY BAGELS!!!

blah blah blah

someone help me!

jeezum crackers! i dont know how to post, no ones assisting me, where the heck am i spossed to get without writings!!!

man i miss elfwood, everything was quite plain in sight there.

save woordpad/notepad as .html (which was why i had to leave) and click "post ticker" so wtf?

well, maybe after i get postings i might actually start posting real blogs...haha!

you all suck.
bite/chew, whichever you prefer.

welp, my day sucked, and i have the feeling no one cares, not to mention no ones paying attention. So i'll continue not caring.

my heart is oh so syrupy, it sticks to everything and all can have it.

*cough*

i love sarcasm.

anyhow, i plan to post a poem of mine today, no matter how long it takes and how often i must click out of this window it better come up.

*sighs*

this sucks, elfwood was easier.

frackin computer.

okay, i just wrote this and now i have to rewrite this...and i tend to add a bunch more so if youre interested keep up, lol.

im new to this, dont expect my writing to come fast, i still need to figure this thing out.

also, its not always me on here, so just like...chill lol, i have a friend that comes on here, dunno why, but he does.

things about me, i enjoy writing, its all ive ever known. i dont really care about sports unless i can tackle someone, or kick the crud outta them, like football and soccer. (woops, i didnt mean to shatter your shin! i thought it was the ball...)

my fav color is lime green, im not the preppy chick my sister wants me to be. i wish i could sink into the distance without a moments hesitated glance. i write to get my inside dreams out, my short emotional fits, which i have alot of, and my thoughts. I do this so that it seems it wasnt me, and it seems it is from the person i strategically made in my mind.

you will notice my character names are a bit strange...i like Y's. but oh well.

*pulls out a pillow and starts beating everyone*

i wont be who you want me to be, i wont be someone to push into doing something. i am me, i am me, i am me. you cant change that and no one will. who cares if my fav genre of music is metal & punk & ska? its not you, tis me. i could care less what you think unless its something that could come in handy later on in life, so dont even try to put me down with the use of misuesed grammer and words, and if i do a come back it will irritate you because i dont use the power of insulting your appearance, i normally mess with your sub consience.

now, enough about me, what about you?

im too depressing to keep going, im trying to stay nice, and stay away from most of my emotions, not working so...

HUGGLE ATTACK!

lol, see ya in the uppers!

maybe...

DUN DUN DUNNNNN!!!



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