Purple shoelaces and yellow golf bags.

So, my mom went to this gold tourney yesterday, I think I mentioned it previously but meh. at this golf tourney you get a prize whether you're good at golf or not, because they don't keep score, they just pick names out of a hat so to speak. Well, she won the 2nd best prize in the whole tourney, this yellow and black golf bag. Everyone else was asking her to trade and such because she already has a cool golfbag but she said no and gave it to me, because yellow used to be one of my favourite colours.

New topic

I am at school currently, but thats beside the point.

My school is having (or my schools choir, whichever you prefer) a end-of-the-year concert thingy. Admission by donation and such. I have some friends in drama so I am going to go watch them. I told Kendra I would, if I can of course, have to check my timetable and such. There is other people that are going with me too. To support Kendra and Jessica among other people. I think Emma is going with me, have to call her to confirm, or she has to call me.

Ashley is playing some weird game on the computer beside me, so I'm going to go check it out. I'll write later I guess.

Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more, say no more

The title has no connection to the post at all, though it might in the future.

I had a baseball tournament today, and the end tommorow, but I am not going tommorow. Mainly because my mom has a golf tourney, but I feel ill. Sore throat and all. A burnt face too.

Oh well, I had fun today, we lost both games we played, and forfeited one because we didn't have enough players, but I didn't want to play anymore by then.

My legs officially hate me, well, my teammates. They kept over throwing, then getting mad at me because I can't grow to be 7ft tall in a moments notice. Because nothing is ever their fault, that would shatter the idea that the world revolves around them.

We got our team pictures back today, and if you've paid any attention to my earlier posts, you would remember that my eyes change colour. If you have remembered this, then you would think it odd, or "cool", or if your rich "kewl" grr.... (still have to send you a bill by the way)
Now, back on topic. We have individual pictures, then a team picture, and in the individual, my eyes are greeny-yellow, but in the team they are hazel-dark brown. Kinda odd, seeing as the pictures were taken about 5 minutes apart from each other. I didn't know I could change colours/moods that quickly. Oh well.

So, I don't know what to write, I got a tooth pulled thursday,
cassi has slept over since thursday
we went to a restaurant on friday
Mrs Richies or something like that
Alicia doesn't know what to say, so is talking in the third person...ack.

Goodbye.

Hero : As vile as the day is long

Sorry, thats just my take on a shakespearean (sp?) actor in Much Ado About Nothing.


So, I'm going to complain about unfairness and such or whatever you want to call it because I am not sure what to call it, nor do I care.

Ok, when someone tells you that they trust you, tell you everything yadda yadda yadda, shouldn't they then, in turn, tell you everything? Or at least something that is sorta kinda really important? I can understand keeping some things to yourself, or everything, whatever floats your boat as the stupid saying goes. But, to ask repeatedly for information on something, and then when things aren't going your way (other person isn't telling you) use the "I tell you everything" statement, trying to guilt them into telling you, which in turn they did, and then you not tell them something related to what they told you, that you'd think that they would want to know, well thats just stupid.

I'm starting to see a pattern. This whole above paragraph makes complete sense to me, but most likely not to anyone else. How cruel that you don't understand how I explain things. Oh well, my blog. You can take whatever meaning from it as you wish. It isn't my fault you don't know how to get inside my head and think like me. I'd be creeped out if you could. Thats just a bit to obsessive. Restraining order obsessive.

Anyways, <-- I say that a lot, must change habits. Get rid of the old and over used, *cough* find something new to do. New hobby, change speaking patterns, might move again too. What the hell, life is what you make of it.

Now, where could I move to? I have choices, my mom has job offers, so I could possibly be moving. Either to, Vancouver, or Kamloops, or Cranbrook...somewhere else too, can't remember. Its my choice too, I don't know why, but I get to choose. For now I stay, basically because I am close to exams, and don't know where to go. But she said we wouldn't be moving for like 6 months, if we move. I like my home, but is it time for change yet again?

The tot....dun dun dunnnn

so. I have a nephew, sorta. Its my moms ex boyfriends grandson. But my mom and her ex are still best buds and such. Anyways, he is a creepy little tot. Well, not creepy, just a typical little boy. His name is Wesley. and he is a year and a bit old.

Now, to the story of today.

I got up at 9:30am! Gasp! (beside the point but still). And I wake up to my mom telling me that today is a "working day" and that we're doing housework, and yardwork. so fun. not. (see how sarcasm works?) I'm forced to get up, make my bed, clean my room, sweep house...etc etc etc. then Lance (moms ex) Sheree (his daughter) and Wesley (Sherees son) show up to help out and such. So, being the little water rat that Wesley is, he runs and sticks his head in the toilet, then runs around the house. of course his clothes are now soaked, so my mom goes and grabs a jersey of somesort and puts it on him, (it went down to his feet, cute) and, being the little boy that he is, he goes and dunks his head in this pond thingy we have, splashes water all over himself, etc etc etc. Well, we have no more clothes for him, so now he's running around the house in a diaper. it was very comedic.

I actually did my homework! but not all of it. I still have to finish a poster for science. Go me eh?

Na na na na na na *about to brag* I saw starwars III : Revenge of the Sith. On saturday. night. All in all a very enjoyable movie, but some scenes were definately pg13. Like Anakins burning flesh. yuck. oh well. I must go. mainly because I don't know what else to say.

Observations part I

So, when I can't think of anything to write, but feel the need to write nonetheless, I will post what I can see through my window. Very descriptively and whatnot, just so I have something to do. It seems that is all I use my blog for anyways, to get my mind away from utter boredom. Although it doesn't always work, sometimes it gets me aggravated even. That is only because of a bit of writers block that I've been having lately. Which sucks, but still I continue. On with the observations.


The sky is a sheet of white clouds, not a break between them. A solid mass of colourless space. Four trees break the oppression of the white mass, some with new branches, still bright green. These being evergreen trees they will not drop all needles, only a few every once in a while. The tree closest to me is surrounded in lines, whether they be telephone or power lines I do not know, nor do I care. Although it looks like its about to fall onto my house at times, then perfectly still as well. The others, free standing, sway in the strengthening wind. Like dancers they wave their branches, inviting yet forlorn. A gentle mist of rain grows heavier and trickles on the house. Falling seemingly from no where, for there is no dark clouds, no obvious source. But my window remains dry, because there is an over hang, providing shelter close to the house. Old Christmas lights from past renters present colour to the otherwise white overhang, rusted staples still holding them up. They will come down someday, when I have the time. A white house with a red roof sits across from me, its satellite dish absorbing waves that produce the television my neighbours watch.

Currently that is all I can see out my window. I know there is more in the world then the area my window portrays, but that doesn't mean that I have to accept that right now. Maybe tomorrow. But for now, I live in the peace of the storm.

Best thing since sliced bread

Nahaha. I didn't know what I was going to write until I wrote the title. I'm going to write about bread. How boring eh? but its just one question before I move on to the next subject. Which is....


What was the "best thing" before sliced bread?
.
Yea, I know, everyone has thought that before. And I am not the first to mention it either. But if you've never thought about it before, then you worry me. Only if you are one of my friends. Because my friends usually think about these things. usually.

So. I don't really know what else to write about. except that its 11pm and I am really bored, hence me writing in here. I wish people were online. its the weekend. you shouldn't be sleeping this early. Well, I'm out, g'night. SUCH A SHORT POST! Gasp.

Rhymes of the Midnight Sun

Such a cool title. Robert Service is a good writer. Or at least to me he is. And seeing as my opinion is the only one that matters in this blog, unless I am supremely bored and suceptable (can't spell) to others opinions, I'll do as I wish. so, this is another poem, but from an accomplished poet, or a published one at least, and its all....um, not that hard to understand.

If my life-force, by death decree,
could find green haven in a tree,
And there in peace untroubled years
Could dream, immune from toil and tears,
Though I'm a lover of all trees
I would not favor one of these...

I would not choose a brittle palm
beside a sea of senile calm;
Or willow droopily adream
Above bright babble of a stream.
No cypress would inhibit me
With dark and dour austerity;
Nor olive, shattering the light,
Nor poplar, purple in the night.
The sanctuary of my search
Would not be oak, nor ash, nor birch;
Ah no! Their comfort I decline, -
Let my life-force pervade a Pine.

Aye, when my soul shall sally forth
Let it be to the naked North,
And in a lone pine desolate
Achieve its fit and final fate;
A pine by arctic tempest torn,
snow-scourged, wind-savaged and forlorn;

A viking trunk, a warrior tree,
A hostage to dark destiny
Of iron earth and icy sky,
That valiantly disdains to die.

There is the home where I would bide,
If trees like men had souls inside, -
Which is, of course, a fantasy
None could concieve but dolts like me...
Let others vision Heaven's gate,
Dark pine, I dream for me you wait.

illusions of youth

Well, Cody said I could place one of his poem things on here. Because its good. And although it shows that I can't write very well at all, I'm going to post it anyways. Because I like it. And it flows well. so here.

Disgust is a blur. I am the taste of angel's revenge.
Rust is a word. Oh, how it fits my eyes, turned so red.
Vision is dull. You see once or twice and you have no more smiles.
Derision is full. There is always enough and it lasts for a while.
Blue is my name. Defined are my features, with that tint of that color.
To lose is my game. Refined are these creatures of whom I am a brother.
Feast your own flesh. What a wonderful line.
Least you get left. What a wonderful crime.
Organize and disperse. To choose could be grand.
Realize and immerse, should you extend me thine hand.
For a perfect shame. Cry and be so cried upon.
To find she whom you blame. Sigh and make no lies forward, on.
'Tis a world; so I'm told.
I shall live once to grow old.
Falling in darkness. You bleed once again.
Adventures embarking. Nobly leaving the den.
As the sky, I would rain and be such as is now.
As we fly, I would strain not to think of how.
Duty is clean. It calls its soldiers evermore.
A god becomes green, frightened, jealous. Nothing older's ever born.
Fray a wound clean. What could cure like an unbroken knife.
Cage a moon's scream. What is sure like the howl of lost strife?
Envenom your mind. Should you resist, it lasts longer.
Your heart, let it bind. You are not dead, only stronger.
Send hope a message. It could still be around.
Seven thieves are arrested. Six more than were found.
Rape is imminent. If we fall, there will be no elector.
Our life is impotent. We must find what is there for us after.

Ain't that good. Such slang I just used. Oh well, like you care. Its a good poem neh? Well I like it, thats all that matters.

A game of chess.

I suck at chess. But, I was thinking and I should be good at chess, because this is how I sometimes view life. (the below statement)

I am a strategist, I see life as a game to beat. you're all pawns. but, some pawns I have emotional attachments too. Such as family, some friends. Of course some more then others. But each have their important parts in my development to beat the game. The pawns I trust the most, eventually become something more important, such as a knight, or a rook. I'd not be the king however, just someone playing the game. But even the pawns can bring back important players. That's what I am meaning by them becoming something more important, they take the place of the rook, bishop or knight that has failed.

I sound cruel I know. But at times this is how I feel. Somewhat selfish, pretentious even, which is basically undeserved importance. Like I am judging myself higher then my peers. and some, I admit I do, others I don't . The ones I don't, I respect. Now, I'm not saying that everyone I know is a fool, not worth my time, yadda yadda yadda, continuance of bullshit. But you can twist my words however you want, I seriously don't care.

You can even instruct your self to believe that I am putting up a front. Trying to act older than my thoughts, being precocious just to make yourself believe that I am whatever image of me you have in your head. Tell yourself what you want. If it helps you sleep at night.

Blue moons dislike purple cows.

I've noticed that my names are oh-so creative. Like seriously. Umm, oh yea, and drat. those are the main topics. its sad really. so, I will now try to remember to choose titles that aren't all that informative to whats written beneath, but random enough for you to ask yourself what I've been smoking lately. Although I don't smoke. Anything, at all, whatsoever.

Why did the chicken cross the road? (I have no idea *sarcasm*)
To get to the other side.

HOW THE HELL IS THAT FUNNY?

C'mon, how is that so? Someone please tell me. You can tell that to a four year old and they'll laugh for hours, although they don't get it. Neither do I. And after this lame joke came others. such as :

Why didn't the skeleton cross the road?
Because he had no guts.

Har har har. thats so funny. not.

Now, some things are funny, don't get me wrong, I'm not a humourless person. Like a 3 year olds feeble attempt to play soccer when the ball is bigger then its head. thats amusing. Or how they get so excited when they score in the wrong net. you can't help but laugh at their enthusiasm.

Why am I talking about humour?

Oh yea, I remember. cause I am vowing never to have emotions ever again. like that would happen. I would be boring if that happened. For your view on life are because of your emotions. I wouldn't think a three year old playing soccer would be funny if I was angry, I would think it really childish and idiotic.

this has no outline. But do they ever? I am just substance, no outline, no direction, wandering aimlessly through my thoughts, not sorting them out all that well, and writing them down. go me.

um yea.

I am a figment of your imagination. I promise.

Look in my eyes I'm jaded now,
whatever that means
by sharing these things
I rip my heart out
it's worth my time whatever that means...

so
hard to see up my neck feels stiff until I wake up
the orange I choked and back to my neck
it's worth my time whatever that means....

so share with me cause I need it right now
let me see your insides
write me off
cause I'd rather stop now if you won't open up
won't open up

portuguese

assim o yea, seu feito sobre com o português é uma língua engraçada, seu gosto a raiz de todas as línguas. Bem, talvez não. Eu lamento o que eu . Mas eu não tenho uma razão porque.

short. but to the point. concise

Determined

This is about the fifth time that I've gone to the new post page, then blanked out and left. I am determined to write the useless babbling that I'm known for. Hence the name.

Am now home alone for almost all day. My mom came home for about an hour. Cause they are throwing this b-day party for her. and she gets a trophy for this tournament she was in. cause she kicked everyones ass.

Can you tell we're a competitive family?

One thing about my childhood: I was afraid of iguanas, and terrorized barbies.

thats the only thing you'll ever know about my childhood. ah hell, why not tell ya more, what can it hurt.

My pets:
3 turtles
1 cat
4 dogs
3 bunnies
4 hampsters
2 gerbils
3 oscars (type of cannibal fish)
countless other types of fish. lots of em
2 birds (budgies)


probably some more that I can't remember.

other stuff about me

I've lived in apartments most of my life, I've only lived in 3 houses, and I've only ever lived in 1 that we own. which is the one that I am living in currently.
I've always been a sports nerd, never liked socks, never liked shoes. Always had little old ladies coming up to me when I was younger (some still) and asking for locks of my hair.
Was a model when I was four and part of five, got pulled out of it because they wanted to put makeup on me and my mom wouldn't allow it. Was in two commercials. I still have some of the head shots from back then.
My dad is an awesome photographer, so am I. thats where I got it from. I have a fender stratacastor electric guitar, cream with white pickgaurd, I also got that from him.
at times I can have an astounding vocabulary, either making up words or thinking I did when I didn't. still broadens it.
A lot of things end up in my mouth when I am bored. or not fully paying attention, or have other stuff on my mind. ribbons are fun. I'm chewing on one right now, actually its just in my mouth. these things happen. when I was younger i'd break off barbies legs and start saying that the top of them was invisible, but the foot always went in my mouth sooner or later. same with pen lids.
I like music. a lot. yea, thats about it.
when I get bored I start fiddling with things, wether I am allowed to or not. a lot happens when I'm bored.
My eyes change colour with my mood. I've only had one person other then my family say this. and he had only known me for about 6 hours. Silly little gabriel. he's awesome. and like 10. If you notice my eyes, then you won't get me pissed off so easily, because you would know the warning signs. but none of you seem too. I hate people more observant then myself. well, not really. its just they weird me out. because I don't meet many of them. gabriel for example.

the most hated car ride i've ever had is 17 hours with 3 of my great aunts and one of their neices. in a yellow punch-buggy. with all their luggage. it was horrid. I'll never do it again
but I wanted to see my dad, and they lived in the same city as him. so I hitched a ride from the family reunion (dismal) to my dads, in another province. oh well.

Um. I don't know what else to say.

Ask no questions and you shall recieve no lies.
I don't lie though. unless its "Alicia are you planning a suprise party for me for my birthday"
the answer is automatically no. even if its yes. which it rarely is. but yea.

Oh! right, seeing as you will probably read this in the next while. How can you be in love with love? this is only directed to one person. no shit eh?

Wonderment

'tis a puzzlement. actually, no its not. I don't even have a subject to be puzzled about. I am just feeling like I should be writing something. Don't ask me why, I never make complete sense. I've accepted that.

d;fgj;ssl;kgk;f

I have no idea what to write. damnit. but still i forge on. with horrible grammar but whatever. I wish I was fluent in every language. that would be awesome. because there is a lot of languages out there. I would be all " I can say fuck off in 32 different languages" even though there is more then 32 languages in the world. booyah. I'm starting to hate that word.

different subject~~~~~~~~~~~

The Undead

hear the whisper on the wind
speaking softly in your ear
long lost stories yearned to be told
built up, year from year
the mystery spilling from troubled mouths
as their tales of wonderment dissapear
slowly, painfully, their songs revealed
of troubled paths, lost loves, sorrow and fate
an undercurrent of warning, to live not like them
but to live.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am so bored. like really really bored. so I wrote. I need to work on that. give it a better ending, and title. then maybe it will run well

Poor Fools

ok. my typing is called Trebuchet. so weird. my font I mean.
anyways.

drama was alright. at lunch at school. rich wasn't here today, kyla showed up really late, rocco refused to go. So of course we all talked about them. just like, what our first impressions of them were, and of each other. it was fun. then tinnean came and gabbed at us for a while, we're supposed to be performing again early june. yay. hopefully to a bigger crowd though.

I was thinking about our performance yesterday, it was good, I need to speak louder. But I knew that already. the grade 8's seemed to like it, seeing as I know a lot of their population, and they told me so. I was such a bitch, only to ashley, because I am supposed to be.

but we are changing the scene order now. poor rich and rocco, they'll have to play catch up now. the fathers scene is before the dance, not sure about my "flashback". Must talk to ashley and sarah! Just got an idea. When sarah is talking about me hanging out with my "cool" friends she could mention that Im going to the dance, if we do that scene before the dance.

stagefright is lame. for me anyways. I don't seem to get it. then again, I don't get nervous all that much if I am confident about something. which I wasn't really. but still. We need a bigger audience. 60 people isn't enough. booyah. and chic-a-pow. such corny words.

oy vey! I forgot. I was so bored last night that I started wondering about jumpers, because Ryan called his hoodie a jumper. which is incorrect is it not? doesn't a jumper have a collar, no hood? I asked ryan and he agreed with me, but he still calls it a jumper, anything that goes over a shirt he calls a jumper. or so he told me. but then would he call a jacket a jumper, or a parka? because those go over shirts. Must be specific with me ryan, or I'll analyse the technicalities.

as always and forever more, I am only Alicia.

Having quirks gets annoying sometimes. but thats all I wanted to say on that topic. so, new topic.

My teacher started to talk about my hair today again. silly lady. I hate that. shes now on my blacklist. too bad shes only a student teacher. whos really short. My socials teacher talks about it too. How would they like it if I went up to them and started talking about something totally off topic when they are trying to mark tests? Like c'mon, seriously. When I was younger I had little old ladies walking up to me in the mall asking my mom for locks of my hair.cause it was golden. and looked like thread. I have proof. it was all curls and platinum. now its curls and reddy brownish colours. with a bit of gold still shining through. I am uber cool. because my first impressions of the 4 R's were totally off. but one of them is starting to fall into that first impression I had of him. *coughroccocough*.

Alas, I leave behind the nothingness that was here when I arrived.

Untitled, uninformative, unimportant

I exist only by my name. For there is no other acknowledgement of me.


Everyone is always around me, all talking at once, voices overlapping, their thoughts, opinions and ideas screaming inside my head, but still just me, they fade, blur, and pass.
I remain still, solid, clear.
In the end its just me.
I have a lot of friends, good ones, some I trust, others I don't.
The ones I don't trust, is because I know them too well, I know their habits and what they do with information, few you can actually trust, the ones that are silent, still in the background. one of the reasons I have so many friends is I am one of the silent ones in the background.
I observe.
With the experiences I've had, I've molded my idea of a friend. I guess I can be picky, but I do not give my trust away easily. You have to earn it. I don't put you through a series of tests, I don't give you an audition or anything like that. I get to know you, know your weaknesses, know your strengths, beliefs and dreams. A silent observer. The fact that I have a memory protrudes to the surface, making me seem stalker-ish, suspicious. like I know too much in too short a time. It isn't my fault that you tell me things and I remember them. Its not like I use them against you. So, when you complain that I don't trust you, look into your soul. Look for what I would trust, if you can't find it, then why keep wasting my time?

I know this seems harsh, me telling you to be trustworthy or bugger off. But its simple, why would I want to be around someone that isn't trustworthy? I might seem like I'm a closed book, but you just have to learn how to flip the page.

Alicia s Facts...Read 'em

1. Never stick your finger in a light socket when the light switch its turned to "on"
2.Never cut fridge wires while its connected to a power source
3. Never swear around my step-grandfather....*cough*
4. Don't date the girl next door, shes usually a whore....ARGH NO RHYMING.
5. Deny everything, accept nothing
6. Vanilla icecream with chocolate fudge swirls is alright
7. My mother is always incorrect about my life
8. Never talk to my mother... I'll kill you, well, shes not that bad
9. Alicia gives good advice to people.
10. Alicia now charges $50.oo every time rich spells cool 'Kewl'. the bill will be sent to your locker.
11. Alicia now has a job....Marvel her magnificence
12. Read enders shadow
13. Give Alicia more semi-useless facts or she will hate you. or just envy your lack of creativity.
*SARCASM*
14. Sarcasm is always good
15. Never buy Alicia garden gnomes....narf
16. Control the skank population, have your child spayed or neutured.
17. Request to read Alicias binder cover if you go to her school.

Gardening.

So, yea. Just call me Marty. Short for Martha. Its a family joke sorta, really pathetic and all. So of course I'm going to explain it. My aunts and now my mom always try to outdo each other in cooking, gardening, house decorations, all that stuff that martha stewart did on t.v. before she went to jail. And at the family functions (what a bore) we have, whoever outshines the others gets the "Martha" title till shes outshone. Well, I accidently (me being accident prone and all) out shone them all. All I did was follow my grandmothers orders and put my own spin on them. Because all teens shouldn't exactly listen to their family members, its no fun that way. Then my mom came home early, it being her birthday and all, and saw all the work I did. So I am now marty, because I refuse to be called martha. ewww. sorry for everyone called martha that don't like their name.

Bwahahaa....cutting wires is fun. especially when they are connected to a fridge. MAKE SURE ITS NOT CONNECTED TO A POWER SOURCE BEFORE YOU CUT IT. I would say that I learned that the hard way, because it would be more entertaining that way, but I didn't. but I have to go, because I just thought of another post I want to do. and it isn't going to be labeled under "Gardening." so there *sticks out tongue*

drat.

Ok. I started writing my previous post so I could put something on it and totally forgot. so here it is.


15 Things To Do When Your Friend Takes To Long In Wal*Mart

1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in peoples carts when they aren't looking.

2. Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.

3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.

4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, 'Code 3' in house wares ......and see what happens.

5. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.

6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell the other shoppers you'll invite them in if they bring pillows from the bedding department.

8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'

9. Look right into the security camera, use it as a mirror and pick your nose.

10. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are.

11. Dart around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the theme from "Mission Impossible."

12. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using different size funnels.

13. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through, say "PICK ME!""PICK ME!"

14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"And last but not least...

15. Go into a fitting room, shut the door and wait a while and then yell loudly "There is no toilet paper in here!"

yay martina

so. um. yea.

Not a lot has happened since I last posted. I told a guy that I liked him, played baseball a couple times. went to this circus night thing with brandon. and this festival over the long weekend. am getting behind in my homework, haven't been to drama in a while cause I had a dentist appointment. semi-dyed my hair. it sucks. sorta. but the colour is cool. am over using periods and not using many capitals. got a B on my english social justice essay. told danica a whole lot about brandon so she can "marry" him. CAN YOU TELL THE SARCASM IN THE FIRST STATEMENT BY NOW? or so everyone says she should. haha. getting 3 a's and a b in school. Need to start getting my socials grade up, even if I dislike the way the teacher teaches the subject. remind myself never to tell my mom anything important again unless I want the whole of my family and the city knowing. believe me, shes got connections. have to remind ashley that shes a hobbit forever more. gotta get danny to stop poking me, cause he does it when I'm not paying attention. stupid clever korean. gotta go to drama tomorrow....

THERE IS NO DRAMA IN DRAMA ANYMORE.

shit! I forgot to ask rich if he's in drama next year. I can hear my mom talking about me on the phone. how creepy. I swear she brags to everyone. I'm not that smart ya know. If I was then I would be doing my homework. theres a lot of it, oh well, I'll do it later. Gotta listen to that cd rich made for the however many-eth time. cause its really good. Must stop going on gaia. or not.


Can you tell I'm almost writing a list of things I need to do?

I refuse to do chores right now. and grr. getting my picture taken tomorrow. grr to the extreme. I hate our baseball uniforms. My mom is now talking about my friends

qoute " shes tight with a small group, and pretty solid with a large group, because of drama and sports" endqoute. I didn't hear the rest of it. tuning out. while eavesdropping. go me.

"Voices her opinion quite strongly and challenges you when you're wrong"

I challenge you even if your right and I feel in a bad mood.

You've been warned of the complexities of my mind. If you haven't then you are just some random person reading my blog, and are now warned. booyah. and chick-a-pow. I don't remember who I used to say that too to piss them off. but It worked. and it was fun. Naha. have to perform out play...or is it a skit...I dunno, anyways, like next week ish we perform.

Bye for now. and learn how to spell so your grammer doesn't look like this post does....dreadful