New and Improved

As any logical person would know, new and improved can not exist. If it was new, there was nothing before it, but if it was improved, there was something before it.

I've put on a new layout. If you can't see that, you are seriously blind. I'm not sure if I want you reading my blog either. :(o.0):

It is all, writerness looking, and yes, writerness is now a word.

I've finished my homework, and done all my chores. Ouch, never thought that would happen, because I did it without complaining.

I was bribed though. Roast beef and yorkshire pudding with mashed potatoes and such for dinner.

I went and saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith on Saturday night. Booyah. It was all "Explosions and Guns" with you know, backward letters thrown in at random.

I've created a book.. (spooky, she's done it again o.0) Anyways, a group of my friends and myself write in it, in English and Socials. The main writers consist of:

Chelsea
Kara
Myself
Debra

Those are main writers. Other people that have written are:

Ashley
Jasmine

and probably some others that I can't remember. Anyways, in this book, we write about our days, or weekends, or traveling and such. But, what is written in the book, stays in the book. It was one of the rules, so everyone would feel comfortable writing something they usually wouldn't. But then again, you never know if another writer is going to join, so, the writer somewhat has to keep the written message gaurded. Unless it is some totally useless message like kara's.

Kind of like, if you only want one person knowing, don't put it in the book.

Anyways, in english, I put this poem in it that I found in our books. So, of course I am going to post it on here

A poison tree

I was angry with my friend

I told my wrath, my wrath did end

I was angry with my foe

I told it not, my wrath did grow

And I water'd it in fears

Night and morning with my tears

And I sunned it with smiles

And with soft beautiful wiles

And it grew both night and day

Till it bore an apple bright

And my foe beheld it's shine

And he knew that it was mine

And into my garden stole

When the night had veil'd the pole

In the morning glad I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree

Bahaha. Wouldn't that be a good way to deal with problems. kill them with apples of hate.

New topic

Do you know what I've noticed? Of course you don't. Thats why I have to tell everyone in the whole wide world. hah. as if.

back to what I've noticed. I like the dark, outside I can handle it better then inside, and you would think that it would be the other way around, but it isn't. If an when I go camping, and decide to go swimming at night or something (never ever camp where there isn't a body of water) I don't bring a flashlight to guide my way back. It isn't like I am not afraid of bears, or too stupid to realize the danger they can pose if missunderstood actions take place. But, when you are surrounded by a mass of people, all playing loud music, and laughing even louder after a day of sun and beer, there isn't much to be afraid of. Now, leave me alone in my house, (all alone, as in, no one home but myself) and say a power outage happens, I'd go just a little bit skitzo. Yes, I know what skitzo means, I am not using it in the wrong context either! I can not survive without sound. Of somesort, perferably music.

Well, that's what I realized, so... Adieu.