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.

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

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

I wear this pentacle.

This is my favorite piece of jewelry I own.

Yes, I wear this PENTACLE.

Now. To you idiots who think the pentacle is the devils sign, LISTEN UP.

The pentacle, in fact, PRE-DATES the devil. It was the pagan symbol before the concept of the devil was born. The pentacle is Venus’s symbol, the goddess of feminine love and sexuality. NOT THE DEVIL. Not the presumed god of hell, thank you very much. It also has nothing to do with the Jewish religion. There is a difference between the Star of David, and a Pentacle, a large one.

Now that we have cleared that up, I would just like to say thank you for listening and/or wasting about 15 seconds of your life reading this

Ok, so much fo Almost Daily Rant. More like about yearly. Today my rant is going to be about religion.

So there are some of you out there who are thinking “Your 13. What the heck can you possibly know about religion other than what your parents tell you?” Well, I am a very perceptive 13-year-old, and I know a lot more than people think. I am not Athiest, because I do not have every denial against god exsisting. The closest thing I am is Pagan. A lot of people think Pagans belive in devil worship, or the first things that come to their minds are Wiccans, but neither of there are true. The definition of Pagan is someone without religion. I have no defined religion, not at all. I belive there is a higher power, but it isnt God. It isn’t a one person or being. It’s…Something people would think to be a figmint of their imagination, but it’s there. Does that make any sense at all? Like saying it’s not there, but is. I guess you could say its everything. Like in the movie The Craft, they talk about Manon. Thats about as good as I can do to explain it. And I do belive in an afterlife, just not Heaven and Hell. I belive that the afterlife is just a place where our souls go after we die to create a new life. Talking to my mom about this last night, I think I have a better way of explaining it. Our sole purpose in life is to live through experiences. And when we die, our souls choose a new life to find more experiences, different ones. Another term ,less long-winded, is reincarnation.

Todays rant is to cover the topic of why Jello is such an interesting substance.
1) The smell. There is always a smell when you mix the powder with the water. But when is all gelled up, the smell virtually disapears…
2)Once its gelled, IT CAN NEVER GO BACK INTO A LIQUED!!The only ways to liqufy it is to either swish it around in your mouth, or to nuke the thing!
3)There is always room for more. Never has there been a time when a person has stuffed himself with delicious food, was offered Jello, and refused. Never.

These are the interesting, and if a little odd, things about Jello.
Thank you for your time.

Ok. One thing I want to talk about today is why I read. The question I am asked most at school is ‘Why do you read so much?? It’s boring!’ Well, I read because it’s something to do other than school or watch T.V all the time. Reading takes me to a place I have never been before. It takes away all problems and stress, and turns it into excitement as I turn the pages, soaking up everything I read. Reading helps get rid of bad memories or calms me down when I have had a crisis in my life…I should write a poem out of this… Well, thats the end of ADR number one. Hope it was entertaining :).