holidays

the holidays is one of the few times where i might be considered... cheery. for one thing i get to leave this forsaken state behind and go to the vast open skys of...... i'm not going to tell you where i am. i hate where i live. but i'm not going to tell you that either. but what really intregues me about chistmas is the people. no, i'm not going to start laying ot on about the christmas spirit blah blah blah, but one cannot deny that people change during the winter. i find the general populations need to form a herd facinating. any way, merry christmas.( and if you are offended by that because you don't celibrate christmas, you ought to be ashamed. i am offering you a kindness, and if you offended by my good will just because you don't celebrate christmas is incredibly stupid.)

i take it back.

nope. i changed my mind. today is any thing but good. i got a B on a "should'a been" a strait a report card. lost my teachers christmas preasants and my mom is going to kill me dead. i can do nothing right in her eyes, and this along with my "dirty"(a.k.a. not steral enough to do brain sergery in) room will make for a great conversation. man some time's i wish sh'ed just read this and get it. you know? oh well, i'll go do something stupid and wait for the bell so that i can trudge to my next class so i can get my "horridable" report card.

for once, an exceptable day. that's unexpected.

to day might even be considered, dare i say it?, a *glup* good day. i know, i's weird. do see my words.... almost.... cheerful. any way, i suppose you expect me to explane my .... "glee", eh? fine. i'm in a good mood so i'll humor your, considering how pathetic your life is. to day my fried stole his poetry scrapbook. i'm not in any of his classes this years so i'm not quite sure what the requirements were, but it was a class project type of a thing. anyway she is in his class and stole it. i ofcoarse sold a 1/4 iof my sole for it (i.e. i now owe her acouple favors). and bagan to read it. it was amasing, though he didn't wright any of the peotry. but you could see how much work it took to make it. so as i read, he sneeks up behind me, grabbong it out of my hands. flushing bright red i quietly appologized. he laught and said he didn't want it, and asked if any one did. flushing even brighter color of blood(don't you love how i put that?) i volenteered. and now it sits in the seet next to me. life is almost goood.

drip..... drip... drip......

ever heared of chinese water torture? it's a simple concept really. you're tied down so that you can't move and they let watter dripp every so slowly on to your forhead. dripp dripp dripp dripp. it may not sound so bad but after having 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 dripps of water fall onto your face, and con't do ANY THING about it, the spot get kinda raw, and get kinda crazy.
now, i have a friend. her name is clair. together we're writing a book. it's a good book. and she sent over the first chapter so that i could edit a little. and i for got. drip drip drip drip. yeah, my forheads kinda hurting and i'm about to go a little crazy..........

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i couldn't think of a title, so "..............." will just have to suffice. let me tell all you people... or the 3 1/2 stalkers who fallow my blog; i don't care what you think!!!! about my life, my lack of spelling or what ever you wanna complain about. so there!!! ..... ok... great, nice, now that we've got that over.... ok, so you know how iwas gonna be up to 11 tonight any way, working on projects and esseys? well guess what!? now i'm going to be up till 1, thanks to girlscouts. hmph.

kill me, just kill me.

i feel like... well a wqord i won't say here.i was sick on monday. monday, the day my teachers went crazy, but that's not the half of it. i have 2 esseys and a project due friday. all three will be done tomorro. why? why wait untill the last minute? i'll tell you. monday i was too sick to work. tuesday i was making up the hours, HOURS, of work i missed wednesday, they went crazy again and i have a history note book check tormorro so i had to spend hours,HOURS, getting ready for that. so what does that leave me? that leaves me up till 11 tomorro night working on 2 esseys and a project. and my mom wanted to know why i wanted to school with a feaver while throwing up. and this is hournors middle school. what are APs in hgiht school going to be like!? not that i have a choice there. it's hard to execel at non classical music and academics when you have parents like mine and are shadowed by a sister like mine. any way, i'm going to bed, mabe i'll dream up 2 esseys and a project.
bye.

great.....

well this is just fabulose! (omg, what that an exclamation mark?) i was sick. yeah, suck. throwing up, fever, head aickes. the whole nine yards. i had to miss school. usually i wouldn't complane about not seeing massive ammounts of idiots for hours, but i've been getting good grades lately and every day i miss is just another day i have to make up. so yay. at least i on;y missed one day. but still, i didn't get to see him to day. that makes three, so i'm a little sad. oh well, it's not like he missed me.
i'm so tired of all these people on t.v. and songs and what ever complaining about how they're in love with some one who dosn't know they exist. what they don't know is how good they've got it. when he doesn't know about you, there's still a chance. but when he knows you're in love wtih him and doesn't care; you tell me, whitch is worse? seeing him every day, and hugging him as nothing more that a friend while your heart screams to kiss him or do somthing besides stand there uncomfortably while he walks away?
bye.

soo. much. fun. i. can. barely. stand. it. weeeeeee.

ok, i just got back from a girlscout thing(yes i know, i'm such a kind caring and compassinate person, aren't i?) and i thought of posting this weird video that we did coinsodently for a girlscout thing. weeeeeee.