Why, WHY, are 98% of highschool girls complete and total bitches (excuse my french)?? Why do they feel the need to, for a stupid or no reason whatsoever, to backstab, lie, cheat, whine, feign innocence when caught in their own freaking game, lie their way out of a hole they KNOW they cant get out of, blackmail, whore attention, and interesting mixes of all of the above. They let guys get between them and their friends, even if their friend has known the guy in question for OVER TWO YEARS.

I dont know, I’ve been told I trust too easily, but jesus! Why can’t they be more like guys? Guys have a problem with each other, they tell them TO THEIR FACE. They have a “disscussion” about it, and either it’s resolved or there’s no point. Noooo, girls have to take things to UNBELIEVABLE proportions, and blow EVERYTHING to an extreme extent.

I am going to have more guy friends from now on. Don’t get me wrong, I have girlfriends, 3 really good ones. However, you rarely have ANY problems with guys. Especially gay guys. One of my best guy friends is gay. The only problem you will have with a gay guy (if you’re a girl) is who gets what guy, in which cases you will win. If you don’t, chances are you had no chance in the first place.

That concludes my first rant in over a month. Thank you for your time.

I will take a leaf out of my mom’s book and make it short and sweet:

1) High School girls SUCK (for the most part)

2) The internet can be very complicated.

3) Knitting is fun, but not with bad acrylic

4) Walking around town is awesome, but losing 10 lbs because of it is NOT

5) High School girls SUCK

6) HS Drama is WAAY overrated

7) Got first flute in band. again.

Okay, not working as well as I thought. Pink Princess (through gritted teeth) and I are not speaking, and never will. She has crossed the line and I prefer not to go into details. Our whole fantastic four deal is down the drain, but I have REAL friends now, and they wont stab me in the back.

I have started knitting, as has my mom, and I finished a scarf today. It was bad acrylic, so I gave up making it good-sized and gave it to my teddy bear. She likes it, as far as I know o.o

I now walk around town a lot, mostly to the knitting store about 3/4 of a mile from home, and maybe I’ll go to the bookstore about 1.5 miles away.

I got first flute (well, with another girl) in Band again. We’re playing Phantom of the Opera, and so me and the other flute got the Solo for “Think of me”.

I know, I’m boring, but I’m bored and I dont know what else to spit out.

Adios!

Me: Hel, Pink Princess wants to give me a makeover >.<

Hel: Oh, noes. She’s gonna rape you with lipstick! Wait, thats not blood!!

This is an essay I wrote for my African American History class. I thought I’d like to post it here for all the world to see.

Of all the cruelties and injustices in the slave system, I think the most brutal was taking their freedom. Rape, violence, and other things happen all the time, but to take away their right to do something about it is heinous. This includes their mental as well as their physical freedom. They were brainwashed so they would only think what their owners wanted them to think. To think only what their owners wanted them to. Not their own thoughts and words. This is the worst to me because we couldn’t even begin to imagine what that was like. To slowly turn into what the man who owned us wanted. To not know where our other relatives are, our friends or others we knew when we were sold. To think we were inferior to a people whom we had never heard of or seen. To think we deserve this fate. Most of us can imagine being beaten, discriminated against, or singled out. But little to none of us can imagine not being physically and mentally free. This is why I think taking their freedom was the most brutal injustice in the slave system.

Sorry about the bad grammar in places, I was kind of tired when I wrote it, but there ya go.

Also, keep in mind that I wrote this when we were still talking about the 1800’s when the slave trade was just made illegal (not slavery), so this IS NOT for the present-time.

People say all the time that they’re in love. There is a difference between love and a crush. Love, the word, not the feeling, is thrown around way too much. Someone says they’re in love when they don’t truly know what it means, or what they feel.
Love is a feeling that cannot be controlled. Love is when even saying “I love you” doesn’t give justice to how you feel. Love is a bond that not even the longest distance can destroy or hurt. Love is the feeling of knowing that someone out there is thinking about you, someone who you will give your life for. Love is not simply a feeling of wanting to know them, touch them. Love is knowing them, love is touching them yet doing nothing sexual. Love is doing something sexual but not leaving after. Love is something everlasting, something that when true, nothing can can keep those two apart.
This is where my favorite quote comes from:

“A building is torched, all that is left are ashes. I used to think this about everything. Friends, family, feelings. Now I know that when love proves true, two people are meant to be together, nothing can keep them apart.”
-The Crow

Well, I am taking lovely time out of watching The Crow (Awsome movie) to tell you all happy new year!! ‘07, these years just fly by. I remember ‘03 living in CO and having a week off of school because of the ‘03 blizzard. I remember in ‘05 when I was on the Track team at school. I remember in… Well, I remember a lot of things.

6 things I havn’t done in ‘06:

1 Made a fairy (I used to make them >.>)

2 Read the bible

3 Planned to read the bible

4 Made a website (wanted to…)

5 Had sex (DUH)

6 Finished a book

Okay, random, but its all I could come up with at 11 o’clock at night. Now, resolution.

My new years resolution, I say it here and now: TO MAKE NO MORE RESOLUTIONS.

Thank you for your time. Tomorrow, in ‘07, we will continue with “7 things I will do in ‘07″

Maybe.

We’ll see.

When dark is welcome
black as night
always remember
never flee in fright
when light is revived
strong as the sun
never forget
we must never run

the night is worshipped
the sun is revered
but never were we wrong
till this darkness appeared
we must follow a star
see where it leads
and let us all hope
its our courage it feeds

before we were calm
not fighting for rights
not going to other land
not turning out the lights
We’ve been without light
stuck in the dark
forever we will be
stuck in the dark

the night is worshipped
the sun is revered
but never were we wrong
till this darkness appeared
we must follow a star
see where it leads
and let us all hope
its our courage it feeds

all this darkness
when will it end?
and when will the light
and what will it send?
we cannot believe
what we’ve never seen
darkness that holds us, leave!
and tell us where our light’s been!

the night is worshipped
the sun is revered
but never were we wrong
till this darkness appeared
we must follow a star
see where it leads
and let us all hope
its our courage it feeds

We shall never flee
we must never run
lets all follow a star
may the darkness be done

Okay, I have been lazy with posting, what else is new?

First; I see it is now the end of December, and those who care are wondering how my novel did. Well, I didn’t get even close to what I had last year, but maybe this time, the file wont be deleted because of a certain POS laptop, so I’ll still work on it.

Second… Crap, what was second? Oh, yes. My social life and my internet life are actually *gasp* almost neck and neck. I’ve been going to the movies with a few good friends (we are the Fantastic 4). With them I have seen Eragon (which I did not like. Will put a rant up later.), Happy Feet (maybe I’ll make a rant of movies in general…), The Prestige (yep, I’ll do that…), and Night at the Museum (Hey! that was a good one :D). I have also spent more time at The Waterfront than my parents have, and lemme tell ya, at night, it is BEAUTIFUL. ( I will post pictures from when I next go down there :P)

Third; My school life. It’s school, so nothing all that interesting is happening. Other than I am doing better in my foriegn language (Espanol) than I am in my own (my engish iz verry gewd), Algebra honors is kicking my butt, Biology Honors is also kicking my butt, and Band is still my best subject Band is worth being the last period of the day just so that I have it to look forward to. I am also now president of the Gaming Club (did I say that in a previous post? If I did, you’ll live ;P). Yes. We stay after school on Mondays and Thursdays to play on the computers. Thus how our Fantastic 4 was formed. Consists of… Well, me, Blue Queen, then Pink Princess, Black Prince (yes, they are dating :P), and Green Knight. There is also our Red Jester, but he is just the weirdo friend of Green Knight, and he doesn’t go to our school, so he’s kind of the cool tag-along guy Yes, I will refer to them with the beautiful adjectives throughout the blog. When I talk about us as a group, we will be the Fantastic 4. Even when including Red Jester.

Fourth; Uhhh…. HOLIDAYS. Okay, hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, cause I did! 30GB iPod Video, gift cards for Barnes & Noble and Amazon, a ring from Domovoi (you remember him, from ventrilo stuff :P) not yet sent, something that is still on its way from Hel, clothes, books, so on and so forth. That was fun

Okay, I am now  officially tired of typing and I do believe I have you all updated. Thank you for your time and happy new years

Very simple and direct.
Why, WHY, do razor cuts hurt and bleed so much?? And they always appear in the most uncomfortable places. Right behind your knee, your ankle, above your heel, inside your thighs, and for those who are a little daring, a little higher. I’ve even gotten them on my armpits! That HURTS. Keep in mind, this is coming from a very active teenage girl who takes pain very well. I have gotten a scrape from an uneven alley/sidewalk thing the size of the freaking moon, gotten right up and walked into the house without so much as a wince (I got this scrape playing TACKLE football with the boy next door. This fall was from about 2 1/2 feet. It was bleeding more than a little bit). I have more scars on my arms and knees than most adults have. As I said, I take pain very well. And this is me saying I HATE RAZOR CUTS. LEAVE MY SOFTY FLESHY SKIN ALONE!!!!

And there goes Hel telling me its me cutting my own flesh with the razor… It’s the razors fault, I swear!!

I shall commit mass murder against all razors. I will. I swear.

Thank you for your time

Me and Hel talking on Ventrilo:

Me: This quiz asks “What does x equal in: 2x² - 5x + 3 = 15 ?” I could probably figure that out if I tried…

Hel: three x’s equals women, women, women!

*dies laughing*