This play sucks! I know I probably mentioned it before, but it's bad. Yesterday, they did the play twice (one for school and one for the parents) and the first time they did it, it wasn't that bad. Some people messed up their lines, and the stage crew was slow, but it wasn't that bad. Then, at night when they did it for the parents, it got worse. People STILL didn't know their lines, the little kids didn't know when to come out/ they came out late/they didn't come out at all, the music was messed up. It was horrible. And we have to go through 4 more performances, counting today! I did have a good laugh though, until I had to run around the school looking for people's props. That's what I am, the Prop Girl. Well...
Yesterday at the play performance, this guy Donald in my class said "That fourth grader shouldn't be working the curtains." I wasn't there when he said it, but that's what he told me. I totally agree with the statement (the poor girl doesn't pull the curtain all the way out, so if you're sitting on the sides of the gym, you can't see ANYTHING...) but anyway. The coordinator (she's like my boss) just quit and told Donald to do her job. So he is, and I'm his assistant. Real bump up, from student coordinatior to assistant coordinator..serisouly. But I'm grateful.
That's about all for now. I tried on a pair of capris on the other day and they fit. The killer part is the capris are from SIXTH GRADE!! I could breathe in them and everything. Now, I could stand to lose a few inches from the backside in those capris, but wow! Sixth grade!? I must be losing weight or something. I feel all happy just because of that.
I want to draw a picture. I want to draw a gothic (the jig is up, I love goths....which makes me a poser...great) Pinoccio (hopefully spelled right...). This girl won a drawing contest at my school, and I was jealous. So, that's my motivation for art. That's a sad motivation starter, jealousy, but hell, it gets the job done.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
I know I'm mean, ok?
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Well, first, sorry I haven't written in a while. The play has been keeping me busy. I really doubt it will come together by tomorrow. People don't know their lines, they forgot their dances, the director keeps skipping parts and there are some parts that we haven't even gone over until now. I shouldn't really be worrying about it though, since I'm not in the play. I'm an assistant.
Ok, my title comes from today. As usual I was whining and complaining and saying I was depressed. I was joking though (I'm rarely serious) and me and Roberta and my crush Andrew (he'll never read this!) was laughing it up. Then I got to the subject of how I don't like a certain group of people (the black popular people, I'll go through the whole racial/popularity thing in my class later) and how they didn't like me. It was all said in good fun. Then Andrew asked why they didn't like me and I said I didn't know.Then, Nneka (I mentioned this bitch in earlier posts) had the nerve to butt in and say "Oh, I know why they don't like you Ariel,". I instantly cut her off. I didn't want to hear. But then, the natural urge for information came over me and I asked Roberta (whose a little more cool with Nneka than I am) to find out why those people didn't like me. I know, I know, I was setting myself up for emotional heartbreak. But I really wanted to know. So, Roberta found out and told me. Here's the list of why the black popular people hate me (and yes, I said list):
1.That whole group is mad about an email I sent them in the BEGINNING OF THE YEAR!! In the email I said I was smarter than that whole group and that they needed to stop being such followers and to never email my ass again. The killer part is, they sent a mean email to me first!! I didn't randomly one day say, "I'm gonna send these bitches a mean email!" No, I just replied back to a mean email. Nobosy seems to want to mention the fact that I got sent a mean email first, NOT the other way around. Bitches.
2.They're mad because after the email thing, my mom came to school and cussed them out. I would hate someone too if there mom came and cussed me out. That's the ONLY understandable reason as to me being hated.
3.Something about me and Nick (my used-to-be-friend-then-enemy-but-is-becoming-my-best-friend). Charneice, who likes Nick, was mad because Nick was talking to me again...Who knows? I do know it's stupid though.
4.Nneka couldn't remember the rest. Jesus. The Rest! I couldn't believe it was more.
After about an hour of me bitching and moaning about the faults in that list, I finally gave up and accepted it. I'm not perfect. No one is. I have loads of faults. Tons.But then Nneka had to piss me off again by saying (under her breath in front of me) that I was a *fucking bitch*, after I told her to get out of me and Andrew's conversation. Then she said I was mean, and Andrew said I was mean too. But, I know that! Of course I'm mean, and whiny, and annoying. I know all that. But the true reason I was pissed at Nneka was because all of her *popular friends* (which I say with caution) are mean and complete bitches! To each other! Not to just random people, to each other! God.
After that, Andrew made me think about my perception, because he said, "How do you even know they don't like you? Maybe you just think they do because you push people away." So, I'm gonna think about that. I mean, I never knew I pushed people away (I would have to if I'm mean though..) I don't want to push people away, but then again, I don't want to be mean, whiny and annoying either. I'll have to think about that. What if those popular bitches actually tolerate my existance, but I push them away and think they hate me? That's a radical thought. Scary too, cause that would mean I'm a hateful bitch. I don't want to be a hateful bitch, because hateful bitches push people away. But then again, don't hateful bitches have loads of friends? Why don't I have loads of friends, if I'm a hateful bitch? Why?
Well, I have play practice to go to (AGAIN). All I have to say is: I love elfin pirates, cause they AWESOME! I drew one the other day. I love him!
Ok, my title comes from today. As usual I was whining and complaining and saying I was depressed. I was joking though (I'm rarely serious) and me and Roberta and my crush Andrew (he'll never read this!) was laughing it up. Then I got to the subject of how I don't like a certain group of people (the black popular people, I'll go through the whole racial/popularity thing in my class later) and how they didn't like me. It was all said in good fun. Then Andrew asked why they didn't like me and I said I didn't know.Then, Nneka (I mentioned this bitch in earlier posts) had the nerve to butt in and say "Oh, I know why they don't like you Ariel,". I instantly cut her off. I didn't want to hear. But then, the natural urge for information came over me and I asked Roberta (whose a little more cool with Nneka than I am) to find out why those people didn't like me. I know, I know, I was setting myself up for emotional heartbreak. But I really wanted to know. So, Roberta found out and told me. Here's the list of why the black popular people hate me (and yes, I said list):
1.That whole group is mad about an email I sent them in the BEGINNING OF THE YEAR!! In the email I said I was smarter than that whole group and that they needed to stop being such followers and to never email my ass again. The killer part is, they sent a mean email to me first!! I didn't randomly one day say, "I'm gonna send these bitches a mean email!" No, I just replied back to a mean email. Nobosy seems to want to mention the fact that I got sent a mean email first, NOT the other way around. Bitches.
2.They're mad because after the email thing, my mom came to school and cussed them out. I would hate someone too if there mom came and cussed me out. That's the ONLY understandable reason as to me being hated.
3.Something about me and Nick (my used-to-be-friend-then-enemy-but-is-becoming-my-best-friend). Charneice, who likes Nick, was mad because Nick was talking to me again...Who knows? I do know it's stupid though.
4.Nneka couldn't remember the rest. Jesus. The Rest! I couldn't believe it was more.
After about an hour of me bitching and moaning about the faults in that list, I finally gave up and accepted it. I'm not perfect. No one is. I have loads of faults. Tons.But then Nneka had to piss me off again by saying (under her breath in front of me) that I was a *fucking bitch*, after I told her to get out of me and Andrew's conversation. Then she said I was mean, and Andrew said I was mean too. But, I know that! Of course I'm mean, and whiny, and annoying. I know all that. But the true reason I was pissed at Nneka was because all of her *popular friends* (which I say with caution) are mean and complete bitches! To each other! Not to just random people, to each other! God.
After that, Andrew made me think about my perception, because he said, "How do you even know they don't like you? Maybe you just think they do because you push people away." So, I'm gonna think about that. I mean, I never knew I pushed people away (I would have to if I'm mean though..) I don't want to push people away, but then again, I don't want to be mean, whiny and annoying either. I'll have to think about that. What if those popular bitches actually tolerate my existance, but I push them away and think they hate me? That's a radical thought. Scary too, cause that would mean I'm a hateful bitch. I don't want to be a hateful bitch, because hateful bitches push people away. But then again, don't hateful bitches have loads of friends? Why don't I have loads of friends, if I'm a hateful bitch? Why?
Well, I have play practice to go to (AGAIN). All I have to say is: I love elfin pirates, cause they AWESOME! I drew one the other day. I love him!
Monday, April 24, 2006
Cavaties Suck!
Monday, April 24, 2006
I had to get three of those bad boys filled in today. My mouth is so numb right now it's not even funny. God, I'm glad it's over though. It wasn't even all that bad. The dentist was nice, and when I almost cried (I admit it!) she tried to comfort me and everything. I like her. I can't feel anything in my mouth....
My dad, he makes me mad sometimes. He lets my little sister Arieana watch just about anything on tv. She's five, and right now she is watching Jarhead, that movie about war and stuff. I don't want her to watch that! She's five! My god! I don't want her to grow up to be some crazy maniac. I'm just saying. My dad won't even listen to me. And yes, I know I shouldn't be complaining because some kid somewhere would love to have a dad that lives in their house and a dad in the first place, but I can't help it. I know I take things for granted.
Well, I have to finish my homework. I don't really care about it at the moment. I really want to play Kingdom Hearts. I want to beat that game so bad! I really want Kingdom Hearts 2! Kingdom Hearts right now is hard, at least to me. But then again, I suck at video games. But I'm actually motivated to play that game! The key word is motivated. I never get motivated to do ANYTHING.
Man, I'm using a lot of exclamation points today. It's cool though.
My dad, he makes me mad sometimes. He lets my little sister Arieana watch just about anything on tv. She's five, and right now she is watching Jarhead, that movie about war and stuff. I don't want her to watch that! She's five! My god! I don't want her to grow up to be some crazy maniac. I'm just saying. My dad won't even listen to me. And yes, I know I shouldn't be complaining because some kid somewhere would love to have a dad that lives in their house and a dad in the first place, but I can't help it. I know I take things for granted.
Well, I have to finish my homework. I don't really care about it at the moment. I really want to play Kingdom Hearts. I want to beat that game so bad! I really want Kingdom Hearts 2! Kingdom Hearts right now is hard, at least to me. But then again, I suck at video games. But I'm actually motivated to play that game! The key word is motivated. I never get motivated to do ANYTHING.
Man, I'm using a lot of exclamation points today. It's cool though.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Anorexia Stinks...
Sunday, April 23, 2006
All I have to say is that I will NEVER become an anorexic, EVER. Why? Well, 2 reasons:
1.I'm huge. You have to be skinny to be anorexic, not a huge beached whale like I am.
2.The whole not eating for hours upon hours, ain't happenin. No way. Today was a true testimony to that. I had two bowls of cereal at 11:30, it's now 6:12, and I'm starving. Not "Satan child starving" (the way I act when I'm over the edge with hunger), more "I need to stuff my mouth with food" starving. Which I have been doing the past five minutes. I just finished off a 99 cent bag of chips...In about 2 minutes...That's bad. Even for a fat person.
Well, I'm going to go chat and (hopefully) get a new buddy. I really do hope so, I haven't been chatting in ages.
1.I'm huge. You have to be skinny to be anorexic, not a huge beached whale like I am.
2.The whole not eating for hours upon hours, ain't happenin. No way. Today was a true testimony to that. I had two bowls of cereal at 11:30, it's now 6:12, and I'm starving. Not "Satan child starving" (the way I act when I'm over the edge with hunger), more "I need to stuff my mouth with food" starving. Which I have been doing the past five minutes. I just finished off a 99 cent bag of chips...In about 2 minutes...That's bad. Even for a fat person.
Well, I'm going to go chat and (hopefully) get a new buddy. I really do hope so, I haven't been chatting in ages.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
HAPPY EARTH DAY 2006!
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Ok, that's all I really wanted to say about Earth Day. I mean, I think it's a kinda useless holiday, if it's even a holiday. Nobody seems to be breaking their backs trying to celebrate it. But then again, I don't know what's going on in the world. I live in my own little bubble.
Boy, I wish I was interesting. I sit here and type about boring crap, with no sort of tone whatsoever. Maybe that's expected. My life isn't a worldwind of fun and friends. And this whole *low self-confidence* persona of mine is annoying. I'm always complaining. Well, complaining is ok, because I love complaining. It gets things done. It also makes people hate my ass, but it gets things done. And it's hard to have confidence in yourself when your gifts are failing. Like writing, I STILL haven't started that fanfic for Roberta. Or did my persuasive article paper. My mind is blank! Writer's block has plagued me again! I hate this.
I'm really bored. I want to go look at some anime pictures...but I really need to be doing my homework...I'm just fuzzled (hehe, new word!) today.
Ok, for motivational reasons, I'll post the fanfic for Roberta on here. Of course, no one is going to read it until I'm 16 and interesting, but it's worth a shot. I mean, I did say I would do that for motivational reasons. Yet, I still don't feel motivated. Oh well, laziness strikes again.
Boy, I wish I was interesting. I sit here and type about boring crap, with no sort of tone whatsoever. Maybe that's expected. My life isn't a worldwind of fun and friends. And this whole *low self-confidence* persona of mine is annoying. I'm always complaining. Well, complaining is ok, because I love complaining. It gets things done. It also makes people hate my ass, but it gets things done. And it's hard to have confidence in yourself when your gifts are failing. Like writing, I STILL haven't started that fanfic for Roberta. Or did my persuasive article paper. My mind is blank! Writer's block has plagued me again! I hate this.
I'm really bored. I want to go look at some anime pictures...but I really need to be doing my homework...I'm just fuzzled (hehe, new word!) today.
Ok, for motivational reasons, I'll post the fanfic for Roberta on here. Of course, no one is going to read it until I'm 16 and interesting, but it's worth a shot. I mean, I did say I would do that for motivational reasons. Yet, I still don't feel motivated. Oh well, laziness strikes again.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Hi...I'm not dead...Yet...
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Yeah, I haven't been on here lately. I was gonna write Monday, but I didn't, and ever since then I've been feeling a little guilty, so I'm gonna pour all my thoughts onto you today blog. So, it's gonna be a lot.
Sunday-We went to the IX center that day. It was fun, but me and my cousins didn't really connect much. I tried to talk to them, but it didn't work out. Oh well. They were on their cell phones the whole time, except when we were on the rides.
I got on a lot of rides I normally wouldn't have gotten on. Mostly because I didn't want to feel left out of the group. And I didn't want my little sister to show me up. She got on almost EVERYTHING! She's five now, and boy! Some of the rides she got on though pissed me off because she's five and relatively small and she could of fallen out of the rides. It also made me mad that my mom let my sister on the rides, even after I described the rides to her, and then had the nerve to get all worried about my sister. She completely ignored me!
After we left the IX center my mom went over my grandma's house to get something and then we went to drop my cousins off. They planned on being dropped off at a girl named Michelle's house. Michelle isn't liked by my mom or grandma because Michelle said she'd f*ck my grandma up. That's when the drama started.
So, we get to Michelle's apartment building and my cousins jump out of the car and say nothing to me or my mom. My mom then decides to go see Alonzo (some dude in the family) and when she opens the door, there's Michelle and my uncle (my cousins' dad). All my mom did was walk away and said nothing. Well, now my uncle feels like my mom and grandma never like anyone he dates and my mom should give Michelle a chance and all this other stuff. I would go into depth with it, but it's hot...at least in computer room.
That day I also noticed how jealous I am of my sister. I mean, the signs were there before, but they never...came out. My teacher says I feel this way because my sister's in the cute stage of life and everybody loves her. So what, people got the courage to call me ugly in my face? I know, I know, points of my thoughts is nonexistent...I know.
Monday-I had play practice, but had to leave early to go to the dentist. I have three cavities. I'm so pissed. I know it's all my fault, but the fact the my younger sister, who NEVER brushes had no cavities but I, who brushes twice EVERY day, had three cavities. Hedious! I'm getting them filled in Monday at 7...Oh crap! That's when play practice is! I totally forgot! I was so angry the day we set the times up that I wanted to get them over as soon as possible! Oh well, I guess I'll miss play practice then....
Tuesday-Nothing happened that day. I was home alone and just watched my mom's little stash of porn. Yeah, yeah. Bad bad bad. But hell, she should of hid it better if she didn't want me to find it...(Or, I could of just ignored the stash and kept watching tv...) Choices, choices.
Wednesday-Nothing again. I had play practice and well, I tried to copy a picture freehand. It was a horrible experience. I'm thinking about giving up art all together. I SUCK! I wish I could figure out a way to get better, but I'm lazy and I like results fast. Maybe if people around me didn't make it look so easy...Or maybe I truly suck at art and should forget about it...No. I can't forget about art. I can feel it in my heart that it's my calling..Or I should at least be decent at it...I wish I was naturally talented...
Also, at play practice, I noticed that I actually have no friends. I have a good two at school. It was lonely. Imagine 12 people from your class or job and you in a room. Those 12 people go into a little circle and that leaves you all alone. That's how I felt. I knew that if I tried to go into that little circle I would be shunned...All the people in the group were white, except Nick. That's useless information, I know, but useless information sometimes helps me gain some sense of knowledge as to why life for me sucks...Makes me feel better too, cause I'm thinking about something...
Today, Thursday-Today I tried to copy a picture freehand and failed again. Then I went into a fit of rage trying to draw something decent. I ended up drawing nothing. That's why I came on the net in the first place. I wanted to find some *How to Draw Anime* tutorials. I found some that I want to print, but they're too long, and I have no confidence whatsoever that they'll actually help my drawing skills...Confidence is the one thing I need at the moment. That's also the one thing that I don't have..God, if I could draw, so many of my thoughts would be on paper and I'd be AWESOME! Even a little ability would help me...Come on God, bless me with SOMETHING!!
Well, I'm going to leave and look at pictures *normal* people drew. It kills me to go on sites like Deviant Art and see great peices, but the artists say "Well, this is a crap drawing." and "I drew this in Math class, kinda bad." WHAT?! What am I missing?? Lol. I will be great one day. And (since I'm listing ambitions) I will learn to speak Japanese. Yeah! My life is gonna be fun...As soon as the crappy teenage part ends.
Sunday-We went to the IX center that day. It was fun, but me and my cousins didn't really connect much. I tried to talk to them, but it didn't work out. Oh well. They were on their cell phones the whole time, except when we were on the rides.
I got on a lot of rides I normally wouldn't have gotten on. Mostly because I didn't want to feel left out of the group. And I didn't want my little sister to show me up. She got on almost EVERYTHING! She's five now, and boy! Some of the rides she got on though pissed me off because she's five and relatively small and she could of fallen out of the rides. It also made me mad that my mom let my sister on the rides, even after I described the rides to her, and then had the nerve to get all worried about my sister. She completely ignored me!
After we left the IX center my mom went over my grandma's house to get something and then we went to drop my cousins off. They planned on being dropped off at a girl named Michelle's house. Michelle isn't liked by my mom or grandma because Michelle said she'd f*ck my grandma up. That's when the drama started.
So, we get to Michelle's apartment building and my cousins jump out of the car and say nothing to me or my mom. My mom then decides to go see Alonzo (some dude in the family) and when she opens the door, there's Michelle and my uncle (my cousins' dad). All my mom did was walk away and said nothing. Well, now my uncle feels like my mom and grandma never like anyone he dates and my mom should give Michelle a chance and all this other stuff. I would go into depth with it, but it's hot...at least in computer room.
That day I also noticed how jealous I am of my sister. I mean, the signs were there before, but they never...came out. My teacher says I feel this way because my sister's in the cute stage of life and everybody loves her. So what, people got the courage to call me ugly in my face? I know, I know, points of my thoughts is nonexistent...I know.
Monday-I had play practice, but had to leave early to go to the dentist. I have three cavities. I'm so pissed. I know it's all my fault, but the fact the my younger sister, who NEVER brushes had no cavities but I, who brushes twice EVERY day, had three cavities. Hedious! I'm getting them filled in Monday at 7...Oh crap! That's when play practice is! I totally forgot! I was so angry the day we set the times up that I wanted to get them over as soon as possible! Oh well, I guess I'll miss play practice then....
Tuesday-Nothing happened that day. I was home alone and just watched my mom's little stash of porn. Yeah, yeah. Bad bad bad. But hell, she should of hid it better if she didn't want me to find it...(Or, I could of just ignored the stash and kept watching tv...) Choices, choices.
Wednesday-Nothing again. I had play practice and well, I tried to copy a picture freehand. It was a horrible experience. I'm thinking about giving up art all together. I SUCK! I wish I could figure out a way to get better, but I'm lazy and I like results fast. Maybe if people around me didn't make it look so easy...Or maybe I truly suck at art and should forget about it...No. I can't forget about art. I can feel it in my heart that it's my calling..Or I should at least be decent at it...I wish I was naturally talented...
Also, at play practice, I noticed that I actually have no friends. I have a good two at school. It was lonely. Imagine 12 people from your class or job and you in a room. Those 12 people go into a little circle and that leaves you all alone. That's how I felt. I knew that if I tried to go into that little circle I would be shunned...All the people in the group were white, except Nick. That's useless information, I know, but useless information sometimes helps me gain some sense of knowledge as to why life for me sucks...Makes me feel better too, cause I'm thinking about something...
Today, Thursday-Today I tried to copy a picture freehand and failed again. Then I went into a fit of rage trying to draw something decent. I ended up drawing nothing. That's why I came on the net in the first place. I wanted to find some *How to Draw Anime* tutorials. I found some that I want to print, but they're too long, and I have no confidence whatsoever that they'll actually help my drawing skills...Confidence is the one thing I need at the moment. That's also the one thing that I don't have..God, if I could draw, so many of my thoughts would be on paper and I'd be AWESOME! Even a little ability would help me...Come on God, bless me with SOMETHING!!
Well, I'm going to leave and look at pictures *normal* people drew. It kills me to go on sites like Deviant Art and see great peices, but the artists say "Well, this is a crap drawing." and "I drew this in Math class, kinda bad." WHAT?! What am I missing?? Lol. I will be great one day. And (since I'm listing ambitions) I will learn to speak Japanese. Yeah! My life is gonna be fun...As soon as the crappy teenage part ends.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Careful what you wish for...
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Well, we're not going. My mom's head is killing her and we're not going. I'm sorta hurt about it, but...I didn't want to go in the first place. Now she's saying that we'll go tomorrow as soon as they open....(Sigh) That means we're gonna have to be there all day....ALL DAY!!........Oh god...I wanted to go today to get this whole *being in a public place* thing over with. I mean, I only want have one of those experiences this spring break...
Oh well, I'm gonna go try to draw something and learn some skills. See you monday (hopefully).
bye
Oh well, I'm gonna go try to draw something and learn some skills. See you monday (hopefully).
bye
Friday, April 14, 2006
I don't want to go...
Friday, April 14, 2006
Yesterday I wasn't online because...I was sulking (not alot though, for like half an hour). All the people who won the speech competition got these little medal things. I was a little jealous. But that's not the only reason I didn't come online. The other reason was because I didn't really want to.Oddly, I wasn't in the mood.
Ok, tomorrow my mom wants to take me and my little sister (and other family members, I'm not sure who at the moment) to the IX Indoor Amusement Park. I don't think I should have to go into great detail about what the IX Indoor Amusement Park is, because the name gives it away. It's an indoor amusement park. Basically. I don't know if it only comes to Ohio though...
Anyway, I don't wanna go. I know tomorrow I'm going to want to go, but now I don't. I'm just not in the mood to see family members who I hate with a passion. Ok, I don't hate them with a passion, but there's not much love. I definately know that one of my two cousins are going, Robbyn, and we don't really click anymore. She's 15 now, but she's basically a year older than me. My other cousin, Priscilla, is 16 and is a major handful. She's just, crazy. Well, maybe she's just acting like the average black youth of today. I don't know. I do know though, I kinda sorta don't want to see her tomorrow. Talk about awkward silences. We barely talk, if ever. I want to connect and be close with my cousin(s), but it's not going to happen anytime soon. It's the teenage years and those damn hormones.Knowing that, connections AREN'T going to happen anytime soon between me and my cousins.
Plus, my uncle might come. Talk about stuck up. And a loser. He's married and has a kid. The kid's a demon child, but she's young (younger than my little sister) and cute. He's 29 (?) and married a girl who's 18. Which means he had sex with a 16/17 year old to create his kid. They both tried to play it off when the family found out. Whatever. Then, my uncle's...just evil. Like, HE has to make all the decisions and HE has to go somewhere alone and HE has to drive. He's a control freak and annoying. Plus stingy. He NEVER gives my grandma money or my mom, even though she's done thousands of things for him. Bastard.
Ok, I don't want to go tomorrow. I would prefer to stay home and search the net...But the more I think about it, the more I know that I will regret not going if I don't go. So, I'll go. Haha, I'm making this seem like I have a choice. My mom already bought my ticket, so I AM going. Lol.
I'm bored. I did want to start on Roberta's fanfic, but I'm feeling lazy. My back hurts actually...Just a numb pain though, nothing to get worried about.
I'm gonna go and start typing. Or, I might go look at some pictures first, because pictures are my inspiration. I don't know.
See you Sunday (or possibly tomorrow!)
Bye
Ok, tomorrow my mom wants to take me and my little sister (and other family members, I'm not sure who at the moment) to the IX Indoor Amusement Park. I don't think I should have to go into great detail about what the IX Indoor Amusement Park is, because the name gives it away. It's an indoor amusement park. Basically. I don't know if it only comes to Ohio though...
Anyway, I don't wanna go. I know tomorrow I'm going to want to go, but now I don't. I'm just not in the mood to see family members who I hate with a passion. Ok, I don't hate them with a passion, but there's not much love. I definately know that one of my two cousins are going, Robbyn, and we don't really click anymore. She's 15 now, but she's basically a year older than me. My other cousin, Priscilla, is 16 and is a major handful. She's just, crazy. Well, maybe she's just acting like the average black youth of today. I don't know. I do know though, I kinda sorta don't want to see her tomorrow. Talk about awkward silences. We barely talk, if ever. I want to connect and be close with my cousin(s), but it's not going to happen anytime soon. It's the teenage years and those damn hormones.Knowing that, connections AREN'T going to happen anytime soon between me and my cousins.
Plus, my uncle might come. Talk about stuck up. And a loser. He's married and has a kid. The kid's a demon child, but she's young (younger than my little sister) and cute. He's 29 (?) and married a girl who's 18. Which means he had sex with a 16/17 year old to create his kid. They both tried to play it off when the family found out. Whatever. Then, my uncle's...just evil. Like, HE has to make all the decisions and HE has to go somewhere alone and HE has to drive. He's a control freak and annoying. Plus stingy. He NEVER gives my grandma money or my mom, even though she's done thousands of things for him. Bastard.
Ok, I don't want to go tomorrow. I would prefer to stay home and search the net...But the more I think about it, the more I know that I will regret not going if I don't go. So, I'll go. Haha, I'm making this seem like I have a choice. My mom already bought my ticket, so I AM going. Lol.
I'm bored. I did want to start on Roberta's fanfic, but I'm feeling lazy. My back hurts actually...Just a numb pain though, nothing to get worried about.
I'm gonna go and start typing. Or, I might go look at some pictures first, because pictures are my inspiration. I don't know.
See you Sunday (or possibly tomorrow!)
Bye
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Lost, yet again
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Yeah, I lost the speech competition thing. Nick won third (well, was an alternate) his speech was on Ohio's animals, and Caitlyn won second (her speech was on the uniqueness of Ohio) and Stephanie (of course) won first. Her speech was basically an overveiw of Ohio. Listing the winning people you probably will never know about was more for me later on in life.
Anyway, giving the speech wasn't so hard. It was easier than giving the speech in class. I was a nervous wreck in class. An hour before the second round, the competitors were to give their speech (again) in class. Halfway through my speech, I bust out laughing. This is normal when I'm happy, but I didn't want to do it in front of the class!! All the people who hate me had something to say, but the second time I went up to give my speech and when I gave my speech in front of the school, I was a cool cucumber.
I'm gonna add these photos of the card I made for my science and reading teacher, Mrs.Benko. Her birthday is tomorrow, and she's like my best friend so I had to make her one. Here it is!
Here's the front cover.
Here's the inside.
Ande here's the back.
I'm really proud of myself. I wrote ALL those Japanese characters by myself and it took about a good hour and a half. That gave me an idea. Why don't I copy pictures with this new found copying talent? My friend Roberta does it all the time and people says she's an *artist*, so why don't I do it? I hope I can keep this Godly motivation to actually try to copy something. If I don't...that sucks.
I hope Mrs.Benko likes her birthday card. She's gonna be 41. I talk to her for hours after school and I think she's really cool. It's not even the kind of talk suck-ups like myself use to talk to teachers, its, everyday normal talk. She generally likes me as a friend, and I like her as a friend too. I do hate it when people say I suck up to her though, because I know deep in my heart that every 13 year old has (or needs) an older friend-mentor. Everyone needs one for that matter.
I'm thinking about finishing the fanfic I started to write for Roberta, my close friend. It's about Naruto (you should of known! I still watch kid shows!) and two of the characters from the show (Saske and Haku, Haku died) having sex. There's really no love at all in the story except for Saske and Naruto, Haku's there for the sex. Hey, I just want to put that on the table. Sexy bishonen (if I spelled that right) having sex is a match made in heavy. (That was the hormones speaking by the way...hehe...)
Next week there's no school and I'm so excited. I have a denttist's appointment Monday, and I'm not happy about it. I usually end up crying at the dentist's office, even till this day. I have a dentist phobia. Everything about them I hate. Plus, I'm afraid that I have cavities, because lately I've been shewing loads of gum...
Well, Nick (my ex-best friend but now friend whose close to being my best friend) sent me some emails. I'm gonna go check them. And be lame. So, bye.
(Sorry to bore you to death by my post blog. Just remember:Boring people can have blogs too. It's not illegal, but it may cause certain death)
....God, my jokes suck....
Well, Bye. Again
Anyway, giving the speech wasn't so hard. It was easier than giving the speech in class. I was a nervous wreck in class. An hour before the second round, the competitors were to give their speech (again) in class. Halfway through my speech, I bust out laughing. This is normal when I'm happy, but I didn't want to do it in front of the class!! All the people who hate me had something to say, but the second time I went up to give my speech and when I gave my speech in front of the school, I was a cool cucumber.
I'm gonna add these photos of the card I made for my science and reading teacher, Mrs.Benko. Her birthday is tomorrow, and she's like my best friend so I had to make her one. Here it is!
Here's the front cover.
Here's the inside.
Ande here's the back.I'm really proud of myself. I wrote ALL those Japanese characters by myself and it took about a good hour and a half. That gave me an idea. Why don't I copy pictures with this new found copying talent? My friend Roberta does it all the time and people says she's an *artist*, so why don't I do it? I hope I can keep this Godly motivation to actually try to copy something. If I don't...that sucks.
I hope Mrs.Benko likes her birthday card. She's gonna be 41. I talk to her for hours after school and I think she's really cool. It's not even the kind of talk suck-ups like myself use to talk to teachers, its, everyday normal talk. She generally likes me as a friend, and I like her as a friend too. I do hate it when people say I suck up to her though, because I know deep in my heart that every 13 year old has (or needs) an older friend-mentor. Everyone needs one for that matter.
I'm thinking about finishing the fanfic I started to write for Roberta, my close friend. It's about Naruto (you should of known! I still watch kid shows!) and two of the characters from the show (Saske and Haku, Haku died) having sex. There's really no love at all in the story except for Saske and Naruto, Haku's there for the sex. Hey, I just want to put that on the table. Sexy bishonen (if I spelled that right) having sex is a match made in heavy. (That was the hormones speaking by the way...hehe...)
Next week there's no school and I'm so excited. I have a denttist's appointment Monday, and I'm not happy about it. I usually end up crying at the dentist's office, even till this day. I have a dentist phobia. Everything about them I hate. Plus, I'm afraid that I have cavities, because lately I've been shewing loads of gum...
Well, Nick (my ex-best friend but now friend whose close to being my best friend) sent me some emails. I'm gonna go check them. And be lame. So, bye.
(Sorry to bore you to death by my post blog. Just remember:Boring people can have blogs too. It's not illegal, but it may cause certain death)
....God, my jokes suck....
Well, Bye. Again
Monday, April 10, 2006
Fooey pt.2
Monday, April 10, 2006
Title still sucks...I know. Just thought I should upload some crap I drew...It took me two days. Not two whole days...just two days.Yeah, this is from an extreme beginner. Isn't as bad as some other stuff I drew.
(As you can see blog, I'm OPENLY looking for compliments...haha....feel free to give some...haha...even though my art's crap...)
ok, gotta finish that rough draft!
bye.
<--Look at my signature! Haha, I'm so lame.
Fooey...
Yeah, my titles these days are nonexistent...
Well, I'm going through writer's block at the moment so I thought it would be perfect for me to write in my blog! I don't really know how I got to that conclusion, but here I am anyway.
Today during school, me and a couple other people had to help with chocolate orders. You know, those corny chocolate things schools sell for money? Well, we had a lot of them. We had to put the orders in bags etc. Well, that took the whole day. What made that bad, missing school is awesome, is that one of the people that I had to be around was a complete bitch. My god. Every little thing I did was wrong and she nearly knocked me over a bunch of times. It wasn't even all that serious. And today I happened to be in a good mood. She just killed it. She's just like my mom but worse. Always yelling at me for stupid stuff. God.
That's about all that happened today. All that's interesting at least.
The reason I had writer's block was because that class *supposedly* had to do a rough draft for English class on persuasive writing today. I knew we had to do it, but I didn't. No one does anything for english class cause the english teacher is stupid. Respect is out the window for that guy. He thinks we know everything and doesn't teach us anything. That's ok though, cause as long as I keep seeing those A's on my report card, everything's cool.
But anyway, the rough draft was due today. Well, I didn't do it. So I gotta, along with the rest of the class, do it tonight. That's sucks. I don't know what to write about. Even though I know I'm going to get an +A on this (I always do) I still want to choose a good topic.
I'm stressed cause tomorrow I, along with a bunch of other people, have to give a speech in front of the whole school. My school is small (188 students) but I still don't want to give that speech. I have to be judged too. That makes it worse. This speech contest this happens every year. The last two years I always worked really hard and I wanted to give my speech in front of the school. This year, I could of cared less. But, miraculously, I got to round two. Man, round on of the contest isn't even optional, you have to do it for a grade. I hate this. I'm horrible at speaking in front of crowds. It's horrid. Painful, for both the audience and myself.
Well, it's random thoughts time! Yay!
I hate it when people (usually online) say I'm spoiled and should stop complaining. I'm far from spoiled. Well, material wise at least. I'm mentally spoiled. My mind...troubling. It doesn't fit into this 13 year old..Iwon't say body, cause I don't really look like a 13 year old. I get almost nothing material, except food, and even that's bringing me down. You DON'T want to feed fat people fattening foods. I get food all the time. Hehe. But anyway, I hat being called spoiled. The only thing that's spoiled is my mind. I get to use the fruits of its labor to annoy people! Yay. Annoying idiots with big words is fun!
Well, food is beckoning. I can't turn that down. Now, usually at this time I'd check my post for spelling errors (I'm too lazy to open up word and the spell check thingy won't come up) but since food has my number on speed dial (haha, a horrible joke) I have to go. Sorry for the errors. Spelling errors annoy me, and the fact that I might publish something with them makes it even worse.
Whelp, good-bye.
Well, I'm going through writer's block at the moment so I thought it would be perfect for me to write in my blog! I don't really know how I got to that conclusion, but here I am anyway.
Today during school, me and a couple other people had to help with chocolate orders. You know, those corny chocolate things schools sell for money? Well, we had a lot of them. We had to put the orders in bags etc. Well, that took the whole day. What made that bad, missing school is awesome, is that one of the people that I had to be around was a complete bitch. My god. Every little thing I did was wrong and she nearly knocked me over a bunch of times. It wasn't even all that serious. And today I happened to be in a good mood. She just killed it. She's just like my mom but worse. Always yelling at me for stupid stuff. God.
That's about all that happened today. All that's interesting at least.
The reason I had writer's block was because that class *supposedly* had to do a rough draft for English class on persuasive writing today. I knew we had to do it, but I didn't. No one does anything for english class cause the english teacher is stupid. Respect is out the window for that guy. He thinks we know everything and doesn't teach us anything. That's ok though, cause as long as I keep seeing those A's on my report card, everything's cool.
But anyway, the rough draft was due today. Well, I didn't do it. So I gotta, along with the rest of the class, do it tonight. That's sucks. I don't know what to write about. Even though I know I'm going to get an +A on this (I always do) I still want to choose a good topic.
I'm stressed cause tomorrow I, along with a bunch of other people, have to give a speech in front of the whole school. My school is small (188 students) but I still don't want to give that speech. I have to be judged too. That makes it worse. This speech contest this happens every year. The last two years I always worked really hard and I wanted to give my speech in front of the school. This year, I could of cared less. But, miraculously, I got to round two. Man, round on of the contest isn't even optional, you have to do it for a grade. I hate this. I'm horrible at speaking in front of crowds. It's horrid. Painful, for both the audience and myself.
Well, it's random thoughts time! Yay!
I hate it when people (usually online) say I'm spoiled and should stop complaining. I'm far from spoiled. Well, material wise at least. I'm mentally spoiled. My mind...troubling. It doesn't fit into this 13 year old..Iwon't say body, cause I don't really look like a 13 year old. I get almost nothing material, except food, and even that's bringing me down. You DON'T want to feed fat people fattening foods. I get food all the time. Hehe. But anyway, I hat being called spoiled. The only thing that's spoiled is my mind. I get to use the fruits of its labor to annoy people! Yay. Annoying idiots with big words is fun!
Well, food is beckoning. I can't turn that down. Now, usually at this time I'd check my post for spelling errors (I'm too lazy to open up word and the spell check thingy won't come up) but since food has my number on speed dial (haha, a horrible joke) I have to go. Sorry for the errors. Spelling errors annoy me, and the fact that I might publish something with them makes it even worse.
Whelp, good-bye.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
When will this day end?
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Well, I lost the science fair. I bawled yes. I got yelled at by my mom about stupid stuff and my lack of confidence, yes. I was angry at the world for a day, yes.
I'm feeling overtly lazy today, so I won't type much....or I might. I don't know.
I would of wrote Thursday (the day of the science fair) but my mom wanted to ask me a billion questions about what i was gonna do online so I stopped. Every day after that I was just being lazy.
I don't know what else to put. my mind is somewhere else....I feel stupid...oh yeah...
I suck at I art, and I'm too lazy to actually try..I mean, my friend tells me I have talent, but it's hard to believe her when I draw mostly crap....
.................Where's my muse? Why can't I think of anything to....type? I'm not having writer's block....I think it's the hormones....Damn hormones...
(it's a very destressed) bye
I'm feeling overtly lazy today, so I won't type much....or I might. I don't know.
I would of wrote Thursday (the day of the science fair) but my mom wanted to ask me a billion questions about what i was gonna do online so I stopped. Every day after that I was just being lazy.
I don't know what else to put. my mind is somewhere else....I feel stupid...oh yeah...
I suck at I art, and I'm too lazy to actually try..I mean, my friend tells me I have talent, but it's hard to believe her when I draw mostly crap....
.................Where's my muse? Why can't I think of anything to....type? I'm not having writer's block....I think it's the hormones....Damn hormones...
(it's a very destressed) bye
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Oh boy...
Sunday, April 02, 2006
I found a new project since my mom hated my last one. This one is about oil spills, and it's quick, so I'm saved. Now all I have to do is research about oil spills, and I'll do that at the library tomorrow. This time I know that I'm going to the library, and to the Euclid one I wanted to go to so badly.
My hating all humanity spree has ended. I think that my science project being destroyed caused me to hate everyone and everything in my path. Most of the time I do hate everyone and anything in my path, but I don't show it as much as I did yesterday. I'm actually glad my science disaster happened yesterday, because if it happened on Thursday or Wednesday, I would of killed someone.
I just got home from play practice. Did nothing there as usual. My mom and sister are at Quaker Steak and Lube right now to get us some chicken. (All my family ever eats is chicken by the way, I love it) Later my dad, sister, and I will go see the new Ice Age movie. Personally, I could care less about the movie, but with these hormonal changes of teenagehood, I really want to get out of the house.
No, I think I want to get out of the house cause of my mom. Before I turned 13, she was cool. She was fun and stuff. Yeah, she would yell at me and criticize me. But now, every little thing I do is wrong. She always yells at me and barely at my sister. She rarely buys me any clothes, and when she does, if she doesn't like what I pick she doesn't buy it. Well, that's understandable, since she is buying the stuff. But still. It's like, she dislikes every move I make. And every time she opens her mouth I wish she would shut it. Instantly. I know my hormones has something to do with it, but come on. She thinks yelling at me is a way to motivate me and it's not. Everyone in the family (well, the sane people) tell her to stop yelling and stop being so protective of me and my sister. They say especially of me since I go nowhere and do nothing. I love my mom, but sometimes I wish she would cool it.
Well, that's about it. I'll try to write tomorrow, but you (meaning blog) probably won't see me for the next couple of days.
Whelp, bye
My hating all humanity spree has ended. I think that my science project being destroyed caused me to hate everyone and everything in my path. Most of the time I do hate everyone and anything in my path, but I don't show it as much as I did yesterday. I'm actually glad my science disaster happened yesterday, because if it happened on Thursday or Wednesday, I would of killed someone.
I just got home from play practice. Did nothing there as usual. My mom and sister are at Quaker Steak and Lube right now to get us some chicken. (All my family ever eats is chicken by the way, I love it) Later my dad, sister, and I will go see the new Ice Age movie. Personally, I could care less about the movie, but with these hormonal changes of teenagehood, I really want to get out of the house.
No, I think I want to get out of the house cause of my mom. Before I turned 13, she was cool. She was fun and stuff. Yeah, she would yell at me and criticize me. But now, every little thing I do is wrong. She always yells at me and barely at my sister. She rarely buys me any clothes, and when she does, if she doesn't like what I pick she doesn't buy it. Well, that's understandable, since she is buying the stuff. But still. It's like, she dislikes every move I make. And every time she opens her mouth I wish she would shut it. Instantly. I know my hormones has something to do with it, but come on. She thinks yelling at me is a way to motivate me and it's not. Everyone in the family (well, the sane people) tell her to stop yelling and stop being so protective of me and my sister. They say especially of me since I go nowhere and do nothing. I love my mom, but sometimes I wish she would cool it.
Well, that's about it. I'll try to write tomorrow, but you (meaning blog) probably won't see me for the next couple of days.
Whelp, bye
Saturday, April 01, 2006
God hates me
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Well, my apple idea failed. Mom hated it. Go another one about oil spills, wanted to check it out at the library. We were supposed to go today. We didn't. Why? Well, mother didn't want to wake up until the last minute. I'm pissed to say the least. Just angered. Today is horrible. One thing after another.
My mom had the nerve to say I should clean up my attitude, I should stop taking it out on her, and that I should stop expecting people to kiss my ass. I was livid. Are you kidding me? My mother ALWAYS expects people to bend their lives to conform to hers. I'm just so livid. Seriously, she justs expects people to not show emotion. Well, at least not show emotion when she's angry. I mean, I'll love my mom forever, but some days she's trying.
I guess I'll so you tomrrow. I'm eating now. I feel a lot better. Whenever I eat I feel better. Maybe cause I'm fat. Who knows.
My mom had the nerve to say I should clean up my attitude, I should stop taking it out on her, and that I should stop expecting people to kiss my ass. I was livid. Are you kidding me? My mother ALWAYS expects people to bend their lives to conform to hers. I'm just so livid. Seriously, she justs expects people to not show emotion. Well, at least not show emotion when she's angry. I mean, I'll love my mom forever, but some days she's trying.
I guess I'll so you tomrrow. I'm eating now. I feel a lot better. Whenever I eat I feel better. Maybe cause I'm fat. Who knows.
Calm
Well, after I stopped crying and thinking of how I should worship Satan and/or kill myself, I found a somewhat decent Science Fair Project. The problem is, I have to learn a whole bunch of stuff about apples and why they rot and such and such.
Here's the project purpose:Which wrapping will keep sliced apples fresh the longest-Wax paper, foil, plastic wrap, or baggies? Genius. Cheap, but Genius. I know Albert Einstein could make this cheap project seem like a new scientific theory, so I can too. At least I can try. Even though now I know I'm not going to win (not by a long shot) I do know that I have secured at least a -B on my next report card. And that B can always be raised to it's rightful +A I usually get in Science class.
I'm still pissed at my sister (she might as well go out of existance for the next couple of days) and my mom, for acting like my life being destroyed was just another day, but I feel better. Hopefully, I can make up the same tears I cried today on Monday, so at least I'll get some sort of sympathy from my Science teacher.
Just for future purposes, here was my old science fair project:Purpose:Does reading to a plant affect its growth? I said yes, it would, because of the carbon dioxide I produce when speaking. I started March 14, 2006 and it sadly ended April 1, 2006.
Oh yeah, I forgot today was April Fool's Day. Nice joke my sister played on me...
Here's the project purpose:Which wrapping will keep sliced apples fresh the longest-Wax paper, foil, plastic wrap, or baggies? Genius. Cheap, but Genius. I know Albert Einstein could make this cheap project seem like a new scientific theory, so I can too. At least I can try. Even though now I know I'm not going to win (not by a long shot) I do know that I have secured at least a -B on my next report card. And that B can always be raised to it's rightful +A I usually get in Science class.
I'm still pissed at my sister (she might as well go out of existance for the next couple of days) and my mom, for acting like my life being destroyed was just another day, but I feel better. Hopefully, I can make up the same tears I cried today on Monday, so at least I'll get some sort of sympathy from my Science teacher.
Just for future purposes, here was my old science fair project:Purpose:Does reading to a plant affect its growth? I said yes, it would, because of the carbon dioxide I produce when speaking. I started March 14, 2006 and it sadly ended April 1, 2006.
Oh yeah, I forgot today was April Fool's Day. Nice joke my sister played on me...
It's all over....
I'm dead. It's all over. My future is gone. Over. That's my life.
I was minding my own business, and I had the urge to get up and check on my sister. Well, i got up and found her near my science fair project, which I've been working on for 3 weeks now. My science project has to do with plants and the growth of them. Well, one of my plants was dead. My sister was sitting right there...She killed it! The Science fair is THURSDAY!!! This Thursday!! My grade is down the drain. My straight A's are gone forever. I'm gonna get an F in science cause of HER!! And my mom's just sitting there saying I need to do something! I can't stop crying. I can't. I'm going crazy. This isn't even possible. I wish I could call my Science teacher or something, but I can't. Mom's NO help whatsoever. No comforting, nothing. All she told me to do was stop crying. How can I!? My whole life was that Science Project, and now....There's no way I can find a good science fair project and do it and do a report on it before Thursday! I might as well give up. It's over. My life is done. I hate my family. I hate them. Hate them! This isn't even possible. Why? WHY? I worked so hard....I should be searching for a project, but I'm shocked. I'm shocked. Just horrified. I can't stop crying. I want to scream at my sister, but that won't do anything. That won't make it better. I wish I could die or something....God. My God.
I was minding my own business, and I had the urge to get up and check on my sister. Well, i got up and found her near my science fair project, which I've been working on for 3 weeks now. My science project has to do with plants and the growth of them. Well, one of my plants was dead. My sister was sitting right there...She killed it! The Science fair is THURSDAY!!! This Thursday!! My grade is down the drain. My straight A's are gone forever. I'm gonna get an F in science cause of HER!! And my mom's just sitting there saying I need to do something! I can't stop crying. I can't. I'm going crazy. This isn't even possible. I wish I could call my Science teacher or something, but I can't. Mom's NO help whatsoever. No comforting, nothing. All she told me to do was stop crying. How can I!? My whole life was that Science Project, and now....There's no way I can find a good science fair project and do it and do a report on it before Thursday! I might as well give up. It's over. My life is done. I hate my family. I hate them. Hate them! This isn't even possible. Why? WHY? I worked so hard....I should be searching for a project, but I'm shocked. I'm shocked. Just horrified. I can't stop crying. I want to scream at my sister, but that won't do anything. That won't make it better. I wish I could die or something....God. My God.
Thought I was dead?
Hello. I'm not dead, sorry. I bet some people think I'm wasting useful internet space with this blog. Too bad bitches! Lol.
I guess I should say that until this crap play thing is over, there will be a good three to four day period where I don't write. That sucks. I wish I wasn't so lazy.
Anyway, yesterday I got to go to recess and play on to school's new basketball hoop. That hoop is rigged, but that's not important. I suck at basketball. I suck at all sports known to mankind. I tell everyone that, every time we do something involved with sports. But anyway, I get the ball (a miracle in itself) and I go up to throw it. Since my hand never, ever, touches the ball, I was shocked. So shocked that I randomly threw the ball and nearly killed a boy. Wow. I hit him in his face HARD. You could hear bones crack hard. After that everyone said that I should take out my anger somewhere else. They said that I was horrible. They said I planned it. (They=classmates, by the way) Bitches. I hate them. They know nothing. I didn't mean to hit the guy. I apologized like hundreds of times, but they said the same thing. This angers me so much. They think they know everything, but they don't. Idiots.
I'm being ungrateful. I begged my mom for a good couple of months to take me to the library, or AT LEAST give me my library card so I coulld go. Well, she finally gave in yesterday. Now, here's the ungrateful part, I wanted to go to the Holy Grail of libraries (The Euclid Library) but now, we have to go to a crap Cleveland one. Are you kidding? The only reason I wanted to go to the library was to get manga, I doubt (but secretly pray) that cleveland has it.
I gotta go eat. Hopefully, I'll write after I come home from my outing...Hopefully, I'll survive my outing. Lol.
Bye.
I guess I should say that until this crap play thing is over, there will be a good three to four day period where I don't write. That sucks. I wish I wasn't so lazy.
Anyway, yesterday I got to go to recess and play on to school's new basketball hoop. That hoop is rigged, but that's not important. I suck at basketball. I suck at all sports known to mankind. I tell everyone that, every time we do something involved with sports. But anyway, I get the ball (a miracle in itself) and I go up to throw it. Since my hand never, ever, touches the ball, I was shocked. So shocked that I randomly threw the ball and nearly killed a boy. Wow. I hit him in his face HARD. You could hear bones crack hard. After that everyone said that I should take out my anger somewhere else. They said that I was horrible. They said I planned it. (They=classmates, by the way) Bitches. I hate them. They know nothing. I didn't mean to hit the guy. I apologized like hundreds of times, but they said the same thing. This angers me so much. They think they know everything, but they don't. Idiots.
I'm being ungrateful. I begged my mom for a good couple of months to take me to the library, or AT LEAST give me my library card so I coulld go. Well, she finally gave in yesterday. Now, here's the ungrateful part, I wanted to go to the Holy Grail of libraries (The Euclid Library) but now, we have to go to a crap Cleveland one. Are you kidding? The only reason I wanted to go to the library was to get manga, I doubt (but secretly pray) that cleveland has it.
I gotta go eat. Hopefully, I'll write after I come home from my outing...Hopefully, I'll survive my outing. Lol.
Bye.
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