Sup my peep marshmellows...

It has truely been forever since I've posted something new so let me get started. Well...actually I don't know where to begin. High-school is...High-school. My Friends are...um...crazy, and my pet bird named feathers is just as phsycotic as he has been for the past six years.  I've been playing Vindictus alot lately (After rudely being rejected by the creators the first time. How ironic) and now feel sort of like playing it right now. Yea, I'm addicted. But I'm pretty sure it will blow over soon. That's happened to me so many times. I went from playing runescape for 6 hours a day to saying "what's runescape again?". I guess that's just how life works. Oh and speaking of life...I get to learn about how to make one at school. Yippie-freakin-doo! Ugh, I hate studying human reproduction. Well, I don't mind learning the science of it all with DNA, and Chromozomes, and Zygotes. But I HATE learning about it with those diagrams *shudders*.

Besides being grossed out by...um...grossness, I've decided to give some good and bad news. Good news first- I've had a bunch of my poetry pulbished in my schools literary magazine. Now the bad news- Like a dummy I wrote a peom about my previous crush and he knows it's about him so a bunch of kids are laughing behind my back and I feel like throwing cinderblocks at them but I can't because I could go to jail... Man that was probably the worst run on sentance I've ever written in my life (In case you haven't noticed, I write a crap-load of run ons). But seriously, it sucks. I have to get used to this, because I have three more years of it. And after that it may never end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (yummy exclaimation points)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just hope that when I get into the real world people will grow up.

Oh yea, and here is a recent video of mine. It's a fail, but who really gives a flying fruitcake.

Boredom kills

I am really bored. What is it about boredom that makes me turn into a whiney kangaroo? (wtf) I just figured that since I'm bored I should just write in my amazing online public journal thing. And...well...crap...now I bored again. Man! Can nothing satisfy my craving for entertainment!? I wonder how people survived before technology. I would have jumped out of a window due to my excessive boredom. *Sigh*

Too Good to be true? Hell yes

Once again I was an idiot. He didn't want to be more than friends, I came on too strong, now he can't stand me. I remember that stupid poem I wrote saying that there was more to me than meets the eye. I was lieing to myself. I'm exactly what you see. Nervous, Weird, and too Glassey-eyed to be comfortable around. I really wish I could take it all back and we could be friends again. Well we were never really "friends" but I would have valued his friendship. Oh well I'll just have to get throught this, It couldn't really be that hard. The only thing that is truley AWEFUL about this is that it will happen again. I just have to move on, because what doesn't kill me will make me stronger.

*Sigh* Life sucks, excpecailly when your a hopeless romantic.

Too Good To Be True?

Hello again my favorite non-existent stalkers! I am writing for the first time in months and boy, do I have a lot to say... er... write.

So first, you should know that I am back in school- High school - the begging of the end of my childhood. I will certainly miss being able to act like a total idiot without having adults say 'kids will just be kids', instead I will have to act oh-so-mature or else they'll tell me to 'grow up'. Luckily, I've always been a little more on the mature side, except when it comes to boys. Yes I said the B-word. If I don't have an attraction to the guy there wont be a problem. If i do? That's a whole other story. A story that you - my lovely non-existent reader - Would love to hear.

Hmmm? Who am I? A poet? A total Head Banger (meaning I listen to lots of heavy metal)? A Singer/Guitar player? or maybe even a hopeless romantic? Well, I'm all of those things. And finding someone who is openly just like me is nearly impossible... or so I thought. One Word (or name) changes everything. Scott. Tall, Long copper haired, Blue eyed, Poet/ Singer/ Guitar Player/ Head Banger/ Hopeful Romantic/ Perfect, Scott. Well he's not perfect, but I'll be damned if he wasn't as close to perfect as you can get. Say Good bye to my old crush (who turned out to be more into his friends -and marijuana- then the emotions of a romantic), and hello sweet to-good-to-be-true Scott.

Why is he to good to be true? Two words that (once again) change everything. Girl Friend. I'm not completely sure if he has a girl friend, but I'm pretty sure I remember him talking about a girl that lives three states away that he loves very much. If he doesn't have a GF -which is almost impossible- then he probably said that to keep me away. Well I don't know why he would keep me away after he told me to sit next to him on the bus and had me listen to sweet rock love songs with him.

Now you see why I call myself hopeless...

OH MY GOD!

Yea I tried to get this video on my blog, but I cant seem to find the HTML thing right now...

Idolatry

New York, Back to School, and French Guys

Well, the title explains everything. I went to New York the weekend with my aunt (who is like a mother to me). She is very awesome. We laugh about stuff that wouldn't be funny to anyone else. Me and my sisters are lucky to have her in our lives. Oh, and she's a great cook. No one can make a french fry crispier than that women. I love her so much. Everything I ever learned about being a girl comes from her (My dad isn't exactly the best mother).

Okay now I shall enter the story of my weekend. My sister's, my aunt, and I took a bus to New York City. There we heard honking, screaming, screeching and barking. I don't know why people want to go to the city so badly. It smells so bad. Every street in Manhattan smells like urine. Besides that, I had fun. I went school shopping there, and got so much stuff on a one hundred dollar budget. I'm just awesome like that. Maybe one of these days I'll post pictures of my school outfit, but it's too late right now (or I'm just lazy).

Now you must be asking "WHAT ABOUT THE FRENCH GUYS?!" well they're French, that's it. NO I'm just kidding. The real story is that my aunt was taking me and my sisters home (which is a 3 hour drive), and we had to stop for gas. So my aunt stopped at the nearest rest stop in New Jersey. When we got there, one of the attendants came to serve us. When he got there I saw that he was cute, so I did my shy turn away thing. Then suddenly he came out with a gorgeous, thick, romantic French accent. I had to look at him. When I did I saw a pair of dazzling blue eyes, surrounded by shaggy blonde hair. Hot + French accent=Perfect.

*Sigh*, well it looks like this may be my last "summer" post. I am about to enter a new school year. I don't want to go to high school, but I have to. That building is so freaking huge that it looks like a giant hell-hole.Oh it gets worse, when you enter the school the floors, walls, and lockers are white. IT LOOKS LIKE AN ASYLUM! Oh well, I'll just have to deal with it. Plus I have to be thankful that I can go to school at all, no matter how annoying.