(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.