Ah well...

Hello. Nothing really happened today. And I don't really remember what the retreat was like yesterday. So, I guess it's time for me to ramble! Yay! Another rambling session!

Today, the topic is the fact that not a breathing soul has looked at my blog. I know, Christianity wasn't made up in a day (heh heh, atheist joke there) but still. It hurts my little heart. You would think at least a pedophile would drop by or something. It says 13 on the freakin profile! Lol, this desperate feeling for SOME form of human life is killing me. It also sucks more cause I know it will be a good year (most likely two) before ANYONE sees this. By that time, blogs would be even more mainstream than they are now, and mainstream things aren't fun.

I hate when cool things (at least to my somewhat virgin eyes) go mainstream and everyone in my class (since all of us, including me, are posers) will worship it. It sucks. My dying day is when anime goes MAINSTREAM. By mainstream I mean EVERYBODY has to know about it. If people act like they like anime and know nothing about it (if they don't even know about Inuyasha clueless) there's a problem.

Ah well, ok, I'm bored. Rambling has lost it's fun.

I'm worried about giving my speech tomorrow for English class. I mean, I know I'm going to do better then the people that gave their speeches today, but I'm still worried. I don't know my speech at all. I know the first sentence. And yeah, I DO know I should be studying right now instead of ramblimg...but, rambling's fun...

I wish I could look at some yaoi but I don't want to infect the little baby (aka the new computer)...I'm bored....I said that already...I guess I'll type some stuff for my science fair project...aw crap, I have to take a bath today...I would MUCH rather take a long shower....well, I have to stop complaining now...Aw man, I'm going to get me a penpal, that's what I'm gonna do! Hell yeah! Genious (spelled wrong) has struck me again.

Bye.

OH forget it!

Oh screw it, I just finished typing this long 3 page entry and it instantly got erased because of Microsoft!This is BS!

The only reason I came back to this was cause I wanted to at least show the binary code (the only thing attempting to read this, as if it was human!) that I haven't given up on my blog.

My god, Microsoft pisses me off sometimes. I wish I could switch to Linux.

Good god, hopefully I'll write tomorrow. If Master Microsoft permits me to.

See you later endless cyberpace.

bye.

You think you know people....

Well, I'm back again. My 13 year old life is full, well not full, but has drama in it. Hermits such as myself don't like *other worldly* drama.

Well, this girl in my class, Nneka (I'll give names, it's not like that bitch (yes, bitch) is gonna find my blog anyway) is something of a part-time friend to me. I don't really mind her treating me like Jesus one second and then like Satan the next. Hell, I'm desperate. I don't know if people understand that.

Well, anyway, I don't like her. I'm not afraid to show that I don't like her(rolling my eyes whenever she speaks is an example). Well, she has the nerve to tell my closest friend (I wouldn't say best friend cause, to me that's a BIG step in a relationship) that 1.She doesn't like me cause I'm on top of my schoolwork (stupid point number one...) 2.She doesn't like me because I wouldn't let her use my notebook to catch up on HER work (stupid point number 2) and the killer number 3. I was on my crush's...penile area. How about that? That bitch.

I'm sorry, I usually don't curse to express myself, but what?! This kills me. Deep inside, I could care less what she says, but point number three bothered me. The way my close friend explained it to me was, I was always laughing at his jokes and acting like he was God. Hell, he's my crush. EVERYONE knows he's my crush. HE knows I have a crush on him (I told him, since I'm...lame lol) Where the hell was Nneka at when this came out? Er! I'm pissed. Good thing I don't have school tomorrow...Well then again, it's not like I'd fight the girl or anything...I could NEVER be that emotionally motivated to fight someone....Plus, I'd lose.

On another note, X-Play (one of my favorite shows on G4TV) gave the new Naruto game 2 out of 5!!! OK, the game sucked, a lot, but the way they bashed Naruto bothered me. They bashed it like it was some sort of Canadian creation. I love Naruto (it's in my links section for Christ sake) and that affected me....But it is true, the game sucked alot and I haven't even played it yet. If you know a game sucks before you play it...there's a problem...even if it does involve the Godsend creation Anime.

I'm bored. I really want someone to actually read this. It would be nice. Hopefully, whe someone does read my crap blog, they won't send me a virus. Hell, I might actually deserve a virus, but someone who only knows me on a bad day sending me one, isn't what I dreamt of.

Since I'm bored, I'm going to bore you with info on my family. My mom and dad live together (a milestone in the black community in my eyes) they rarely speak though. My dad's a jokester and is relatively funny. Then any other time he's no where to be found and if you depend on him for something, forget about it. Mom's cool. She's basically like my best friend, well was until my 13th (yeah, I mention I'm 13 alot, till the point it's barely believable) birthday, and now she's just my mom. AKA pain in the ass. Not all the time, not even most of the time, but that 3-15 min. period when she IS a pain in an ass, let's just say that can kill a small child. Seriously. I have a 5 year old little sister too. I'm trying to stop yelling at her so much (well, she IS annoying). I really, when we're older, want a friend relationship between us. This is gonna take some work(I'm lazy and work isn't my friend) but I really want this to happen.

I guess I'm gonna leave now. I'm going to go look at some anime pics and add to my collection. I actually might post some.

Whelp, bye.

P.S My science fair project sprouted! Work actually produces something! Yay!! My little seedlings are so cute!!

OK. Bye.

Rant and Raves pt. 1

(finally, I have a title!yay)<-Ignore my mindless babbling...

Anyway, you know, I noticed that some adults are major hypocrites (my spelling's horrible by the way). I was browsing (ok, I glanced at one blog) and I noticed that the blog was started on the same day mine was. It was a couple hours after mine. Pretty much the same, but he already had two comments. Ok, there could be a whole boatload of reasons why that happened (my blog title sucked, people lost interest past sentence one on my blog, they found his first...yada yada) but still, what?! His first post (quote/unquote) was "Hi. This is my first post. Bye." Seriously. Seriously seriously. Are you kidding me? And then the comments, were actually nice. I mean, I know the world hates 13 year olds with a seething passion, but come on! Come on! Have mercy. My life has to be somewhat interesting to someone other than pedophiles...come on. But the sad thing is, I saw another blog that's been up here for about a year and none of his posts (well the ones I glanced at) had comments. That made me a little sad and made me get mad at myself for whining about comments. Which I shouldn't really care about....I'm still gonna rant and rave about it...

I've noticed that *adults* (and I say that word lightly) just hate younger beings. I know when I turn 20 or something I won't chat with a 13 year old. Well, I'll give him/her a chance, but I doubt we'll ever chat online ever again. But now being this age, it sucks. I don't like chatting with idiots all day. 13 year olds...let's just say it's a wonder they survive. And yes, I'm talking about people MY age, but it's true. There are few and far inbetween 13-17 year olds worth a full blown conversation. It's true. If it's not about Chris Brown, it's about how my boyfriend dumped me. Or it's about (dare I say) MTV (that was one painful word to type right there...) or something stupid. The 13-17 year olds I do happen to chat with, that are worth it, are amazing. Godsend. Oh well, I know I'm being a hypocrite, cause I'm 13, but the truth hurts. It stings with the fiery passion of Justice (made my own quote there...) It sucks. I can't wait till I'm 14, cause then I can join myspace (bad idea I know, but desperate people such as myself do desperate things) and possibly meet...nevermind. Completely screw that myspace idea. I'm not that desperate for friends...I'll just be lonely in my house, hopefully finding some intelligent teenagers to come by on the net....Before I move on though, I'm not saying that ALL 13-17 year olds are mindless beings of life, I mean the ones that happen to IM me in chatrooms. Yeah, chatrooms, not the cream of the crop, but hell it's somewhere. I could leave my sacred house to meet intelligent people but...I'm lazy...Hermits can't THINK of doing such things...lol

Ok, nothing happened today. Nothing important at least. Nothing worth typing. I just really wanted to post my adult theory...That's all... I think I'm gonna look at some anime now...Well some anime pics at least...Hey! I should upload a fav pic of mine! Hell yeah! Bye (oh crap...it's gonna be at the top of the page...oh well, you'll know my motives when you get down here...hoefully you'll at least read the damn post. Sorry about my language. It slips out sometimes.)

Whelp, bye.

(Well, I guess I can't put a title up there...)

I guess I should describe myself, since I didn't really do a good job before. My name is Ariel Powell and I am 13 years old. Now, I know if ANYONE was reading this before they probably stopped now. 13 year olds are hated beings of life, and since I have to be around them all day, I can see why. I'm in 8th grade at St.Jerome School in Cleveland, Ohio. Most people might wonder why I'm giving out all this info for *pedophiles* to come snatch me. Well, newsflash, I don't look like a 13 year old. And this is not good. I look, older. No, not the attractive *so sexy* older, just geeky older. LikeI said yesterday, i'm not hedious....just not very attractive. But I do like my looks. I don't want to look like what society pins as *gorgeous*. I'm fine with the way I look...I'm rather pleased...(Oh boy, I'm babbling again...)

Uh, what else? I like anime and LOADS of Yaoi (that's malexmale relationships in anime, if I'm not mistaken...) and I do love Yaoi Hentai (that's malexmale anime porn, if I'm not mistaken...) Yeah, yeah, yeah it might be disgusting to *normies* (lol, that word just proves how lame I am) but I enjoy it...That's about all I enjoy. Well, not really...I do like computers and the internet, I like reading and thinking...I like my house (you should expect that)...yeah, that's about it.

Um, yeah. Pretty boring, I know. If you made it this far...Good God. No, I'm just kidding. I'm not a boring person, just a complicated person and *normies* (there's my lame terminology again) just don't like complications...Ok, ok, *Normies* is my way of saying popular people. Now, popular people aren't normal in a sense...but to me everyone with friends and a life is popular and henceforth they are *normies*. And yes, whenever a being of life reads this I do expect some sorta *how rude* or *you gotta lotta nerve* or * you loser* comments. Hell, it's called the back button people. You shouldn't take a 13 year old's words so seriously.

*Note from the Editor (me):I babble a lot and make LOTS of incoherent thoughts. Just to let you know.

The point of this little post: Today. Today was hell. No, Hell looked like a vacation spot compared to today. Today, was just, horrible. HORRID. If i have to break out the word Horrid to describe my day or anything for that matter, you should know that it caused me some sort of physical pain. Let me explain.

My school is Catholic, so the subjects are set out in blocks. There is one class of under 30 students for each grade and you stay with those students the WHOLE DAY IN EVERY CLASS. If you hate the beings in your class with a seething passion (like myself) this is hell regardless of your day. Well, ok, I hate like 1/3 of my class of 28 people. That's relatively good considering my complicated personality. But anyway,on Monday we have homeroom and then phys. ed. and then Mr.zito's class (describing my teachers will have to wait until the future) and then Mrs.Benko's class after lunch. That's cool. Even though everyone in my class hates Mr.Zito with a passion, it's bearable in the morning. But today, because of IOWA testing, our class times switched. The gates of Hell opened because of this change. It was horrible. Horrid. Bad.

The classes changing opened up the gates of Hell and sent out an omen. First sign, my name on the board. Yes, I know my name on the board isn't some huge Godly destruction. But when You're an angel in a room full of demons...C'mon! Jesus. I said one word in the hallway and bam, name on the board! It's the little stuff like that that pisses me off. Someone could of pushed me down the stairs and I still wouldn't have been as mad as if my name was on the board. Which it was...Boy, I sometimes wonder.

The second omen was when we went into my fav class (Mrs.Benko's) and then the class broke lose like wild hethans. No, no. They, well, we (yeah, I was involved too) made hethns look like angels...(my mom's questioning me so I gotta hurry up...)

The third and final omen, the last class of the day, wretched Zito, and we were silent. NEVER were we silent in his class. You can't be silent, you'd be so bored you have to talk to stay awake. Crazy, just crazy.

Well, I gotta go. My mom's being a pain. Bye

P.S If you notice any of my spelling mistakes...That sucks alot. My pop-up blocker won't let me do spell check...Oh well, your loss. Bye. Again.

Well, I'm back. And extremely angry. My dad, the prompt one in the family, showed up at play practice late. Half an hour late. I haven't eaten since twelve and you want to show up half an hour late? What?! I was just so angry. I felt like I could of cried...seriously.

I should be doing my speech for English which is due tomorrow, but this blog is probably more important. Hopefully if I write enough in the first couple of posts I'll actually want to continue posting. Me and diaries don't stick. I don't know. The first couple of months, everything goes smoothly. I write/post everyday and people actually read about what I write. No one EVER comments (unless they want to say how much I suck) but I never get my hopes up. But, as I grow older (and more reclusive) I want to actually keep track of my live, however boring it may be. I mean, this blogging stuff has to stick. I mean, this time at least. I don't know why it has to, but it does.

Since I have time on my hands, I guess I'll describe myself...If anyone ever reads this in the future (I know it won't be soon) hopefully they won't lose interest by this part. Ok, I'm black (well, crayola brown to be exact). Um, 5'9 1/2 feet tall and overweight as my doctor likes to put it. I mean, you would expect a hermit to be overweight, wouldn't you? C'mon now. Hermit? Hermits aren't the sex godesses like normal people. They stay in the house for a reason...

Well, my personality is obsolete. I mean, I have one, but it's hidden by my constant complaining and shouting. I complain about everything and shout alot cause I think shouting is fun. I usually just shout out my teachers names....since I hang out with my teachers...After school at least...ok...

I'm done. I could go into this vast description of myself and my looks and all of my friends but I can't do that. First, I'm pretty lame. Not even like the cool *I'm different* lame. I'm just lame. I'm the *Why is that being of life still breathing air* lame. The person in the background lame. Just lame. Second, my looks is not something you want to describe. My looks are eh. They're not worth a whole sentence. They're eh. Not the sex godess but not the hunchback of notre dame either. Just eh. Third, when air is your constant companion, you don't really want to describe it. Air is my friend. Air is ALWAYS nice to me. Lol. Seriously though, I have friends, but I think they're friends. They just think I'm the genious loser with nothing better to do. Seriously. I wish I could make some of this crap up, but it's all TRUE. And the truth kills.

Whelp (I invented the word whelp by the way...), I should be doing English. Hopefully, I will post sometime in this lifetime. I doubt it though.Whelp, bye

(Or should I say *Ciao* to make me seem cooler?....Nope.)
Bye.

Well, I'll just say I picked a bad time to make yet another blog. I mean, this is like my fifth one on tis site....I gotta leave soon too.....christ.

I would describe myself and do the regular hubbub, but i see it as useless. Why should I? Actually carbon beings won't read this until the year 2010 anyway....boy, look at the time...

I keep staring at that little corner clock on the bottom of my screen...I should be heading out the door but...well...me leaving my wonderful house when there's no parental supervision just seems crazy. But i have to. The assistant principal at my school (St.Jerome) volunteered me to help out with the school play. I couldn't say no...it's like...you can't say no when someone volunteered you to do something that would look good on your record...So, i said yes. This volunteering happened a few months ago so I've been going to the play practices already for some time now...But it still hurts to leave my house...especially the new computer...the new baby...typing on this wonderful machne is...awesome.

well, i have to go....i will write later...hopefully