Haven't slept in a week; my bed has become my coffin. Wednesday I went to a Lynard Skynard concert. Whee. I've never seen so many drunk and shirtless rednecks, most of which were smoking. Dreadful. The smell of weed was in the air. Middle aged rockers with grey beards and vintage shirts screamed wildly. Hippies walked through the crowd. Young children ran screaming. Most concert-goers donned all of their confederate flags and purchased concert tees. The day was warm. The air became too thick to breathe. People were thrown out before the band took the stage. As soon as our "Irony" was played we left. We departed as everyone was shouting 'Sweet home Alabama. Where the skies are so blue...' It faded into the distance and 'Freebird' soon followed. As we were walking out, a  man threw up his devil horns and shouted 'Yeah Marilyn Manson' into my face. I stopped and stared at him. He obviously had said it in a mocking tone since he did not appreciate Manson's works. After staring at him, he seemed nervous that I might do something atnd started to recoil. I just walked onward. The one I love is striking me down on my knees. Thursday I spent my time in Directed Study singing with Cera and Rio. We watched 'Shoes' and sang 'Hella Nervous'. We went through my wildlife and Cera shouted in about guineafowl and peafowl with an odd accent. We played with my newly made hair plugs. What odd ways we found to play with them. Julie made a yearbook, but the only picture she could find of me was from last year. It needs to be burned and never thought of again. I went home that evening and made two more Alices to accompany the first. Tonight I intend to make a fourth. I shall post the series once I have finished. I'll have to run out of ideas first, and there are plenty of centuries to abuse. The one I love is drowning me in my dreams. Today was long and boring. Nichole and I made lots of hair plugs in Study Hall. We had fun playing with my weave. I now have fifty seven hair plugs. I think I only twenty or so more. In gym I had drawn on my knees so you could see it as I was wearing my shorts whcih happened to be rolled up because the look ridiculous otherwise. I took off my shirt again to fix my tan lines. Damn those stupid lines. I think I started to burn finally. Just a bit. Tonight we went out for Chinese food and then to the Wal-Mart for a few things. We went in for a giant piece of meat (and some Elmer's Glue). We ended up with over a hundred dollars worth of things. Movies, meat, cereal and the like. I happened to find beautiful Deep Plum coloured fabric for a dollar a yard. I bought two. And this scrap of three-by-five feet of bright pink fabric. It was eight cents. Pretty Sweet. Take my heart and take my soul; I don't need them anymore. Tomorrow I intend togo shopping. Reenie can't go with me. I had already invited my Cera. I'm waiting for a reply. I'm going to have to find someone to go with me. Any volunteers? We're going to be shopping for vintage corsets and garter belts. Still no takers? Oh well. I wasn't able to find any good musical albums at Wal-Mart, so I have to search elsewhere. I need more shoes. Maybe I can find some tomorrow. Emptiness, nothingness is burning a hole inside me. "In a last flurry of black lace, scarlet beads, and excited whispers." Take my fatih and take my pride; I don't need them anymore. ''He sat down, put his hands over his ears, and his elbows on his knees. He worshipped her. He murmured to himself over and over again that he worshipped her." This bed has become my chapel of stone; a garden of darkness to where I'm thrown. "When time or disease robbed them of their beauty, he served them still for their beauty's memory." So take my life; I don't need it anymore.

Odd is our god, so keep it uneven. Our talents imbalanced is all we believe in. So I have to turn my computer in tomorrow. I really don't want to. I think they'll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers. Kenneth copied his PhotoShop for me. I haven't tried it yet. I do hope it works. I've even saved all of my brushes over so I will have those. I don't know what I'll do in study hall tomorrow. Maybe I'll work on making hari plugs. I suppose I should make better use of my last bits of time with this laptop. You like what you're hearing, so take off one earring. You like what we say, so do it our way. This heat is killer. I think I'm going to have to ::a:: buy more shorts or ::b:: wear mmore skirts. I'm thinking the latter of the two will be far more wise. I suppose I'll have to go buy more thigh high hose then. Maybe I can find some vintage ones with garter belts at thrift stores this weekend. That would be pretty sweet. Vintage heels and fun corsets would be nice as well. Maybe I can also find things to add pinstripes and lace to. I do love lace. If your brand of fashion is lacking in passion, what you could achieve by removing one sleeve. My mother asked me the direct question. Damn it. I couldn't escape. There was no avoiding it. Now she knows I have my license. She is going to constantly be bugging me to drive us to places in an attempt to reunite with me. She fucking lost her chance. Second chances are rare for me so she's not getting one. Betch. Yeah. I said she's a fat betch because she won't let me borrow that top. Betch. The same goes for hair so sit down in that chair; let one of your eyes hide and cut only one side. The bottom line is: I will no longer be online at all hours of the day. I will only be online when I am downstairs. If I am, I might be playing the Sims 2 and then wouldn't really be online. Lo siento, mi amors. Nature is boring it has to be battled; these cages for storing us have to be rattled.  Note::: To those that did not realize that mother does not have a top that I wish to borrow, you are dumbasses. That is all. So delete all the twos from the language you use, and join our new movement of social improvement.    

This twisted, tortured mess; this bed of sinfulness. I'm almost done with my work. I have to do a few math problems and make a few more pages for my wildlife journal. Those are only the habitat pages, the title page, and the contents page though. Pretty sweet. This coming weekend I am hoping to ride around with Karina to some thrift stores. My brother rented Kingdom Hearts II. I think he's at least halfway through. He's only had it for two days. Yeah. He's a nerd. I've been watching him play some. When I wasn't working on difficult homework of course. I want chips. From Chili's. I doubt I can convince BahBah to order some. I think we'll have Pot Pie tonight. Mmm..... An unbearable pain; a beating in my brain. I uploaded videos from our field trip. Yeah. i got them from Karen. Very fun.NOTE: These videos require Flash 8 or higher to view.  I look so adorable. http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a130/xMRxJINGLES/?action=view¤t=MVI_0013.flv Pretty retarded. I felt like a door. http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a130/xMRxJINGLES/?action=view¤t=MVI_0035.flv I don't even know how this one came about. http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a130/xMRxJINGLES/?action=view¤t=MVI_0059.flv WARNING: This contains footage that may not be suitable for children. Parental guidance is advised. The mistake footage. http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a130/xMRxJINGLES/?action=view¤t=MVI_0043.flv Whatever I've done, I've been staring down the barrel of a gun.

All I know is that to me you look like you're lots of fun. Today I finished most of my Wildlife Journal. I did all of my anatomy worksheets. Tomorrow I have to do a Trigonometry review packet and English vocabulary. I also did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, and made a Key Lime Cheesecake. It turned out quite well for a first attempt. I need to add more lime next time though. Otherwise it was pretty damn fabulous. Open up your loving arms. Watch out here I come. Three biggest internet pet peeves: 1- Lack of proper grammar, spelling, and / or punctuation (I still adore some people regardless). 2- People who constantly IM me while I have an away message up expecting me to be there and then begin to question why I am ignoring them. Umm.. According to my away message, I am AWAY. 3- People who post every quiz result they've ever gotten on their Myspace so there page is filled with them and the scroll bar is a half a centimeter wide. You spin me right round baby right round like a record baby right round round round. From boredom sprouted beauty. These were based on designs that I had created. Not quite perfect, but not far off. The first two are my favourites.

I'd grieve those special dirty things we used to talk about. I went driving for the first time alone today. I was nervous. I think I broke several laws. The good news is that I didn't kill anybody, hit anything, or cause anyone else to hit something and kill anyone. I went to Walgreen's first. They no longer carry my favourite brand of cosmetics. Betches. Then I went to the Dollar Tree. Well, tried to. I got lost and drove through the mall parking lot and went back around. But I took another wrong turn and went through an office's parking lot and finally managerd to get back on a main road. The Dollar Tree didn't have any Trident so I got some Winterfresh and Big Red. And A Butterfinger something bar and Milk Duds. Plus I got this little kids' batting glove and cut the fingers off of it. Yeah. I'm hardxcore like that. I reminded the cashier of someone. She couldn't think of her name though. Afterwards I went to Ukrop's. We needed some rice and pasta. Rolling dice and seeming queer; bastard love, a sick affair. BahBah wants to move again. He's already tired of this house. He wants a new one. With a larger lot and larger garage. He's already trying hard to find one. He's been sorting through house plans. Four bedrooms. Three and a half baths. No smaller than a three car garage. Dining room. Kitchen. Common room. Office. Patio. Sitting room. Foyer. Utility room. Storage space. Room for a hot tub and a garden. Always. Never less. Always this or more. His childhood was poor and now he never allows us to know what that was like. Stitch up my emptiness because you're the death of me. My Milk Duds taste like cardboard. :[ I desperately desire any Dirty Sanchez mp3 URL files. If anyone has (or knows of) one, would you please be so kind as to share it with me? Thank you in advance.

Let's get some shoes. I got my license today. Cera and I got it together. We sat through an awards assembly. Very long and boring. Chadwick and I strained our necks to see who Jesse was staring at. Our first thought was 'Find the Hispanic boys'. It worked. We found him. Jesse swears he wasn't staring. Whatever. I got a lot of work done in Study Hall. It was so humid today. The heat was killer and tennis sucked fish nuts. I think I did fairly well on my English test today. Then we read poetry. Daniel loved my ode to Mountain Dew. I've already been to the mall and it Sucked! I was born in the wrong century. In the wrong decade. In the wrong location. I don't want this time era unless I am Japan where old customs and styles from across the world are sitll being used. I desire corsets laced too tight to breathe and dainty lace gloves. I desire the outrageous hair and vinyl and leather covered with studs and spikes. I desire cosmetics so bold and morbid that I'll be mistaken for death. In this attire, I want to dance. To the Waltz, the Foxtrot, the Tango, the Salsa, the Flamenco, and the Polka. Everyone will stare. Her clothes are distasteful! Absurd! Obscene! But look at her dance! And I shall continue to dance until I feel nothing and have become void of this pain. I've already been to heaven, and after five minutes I was like 'Let's go!' It has been decided that deep down, I'm an erotic cabaret dancer. I feel it. It's obvious in my wardrobe. In the way I speak. In the way I act. I think I may do some sort of cabaret work instead of a 'real' job when I get to college. It could be fun. And I know it pays well. I certainly have the fashion sense for it. Oh, by the way betch, fuck you! I think I was in love. I'm sorry I'm too late. I'm sorry I caused this pain. No, I suppose you've long since moved on. Now this is my pain alone to suffer through. I think you have too many shoes.                                             ^New Dollie (Today's Outfit)^          ^Be Obscene (and Risque)^

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness, Mmmm... Today was boring. I didn't really do anything. I took notes in Spanish did some work in Study Hall. Stood around in tennis. Read lame poetry in English. Went to the Help Desk. Missed my bus. BahBah came to get me on the trike. I got to hang with my Hoe Faces. I learned that I look like this guy's exgirlfriend (which is probably why he finds me attractive). Showed Kenneth and some other people my movie. Drove to Cracker Barrel and then to Wal-Mart. I got ten 'Lolly Sticks' at Cracker Barrel. As I walked into the door at Wal-Mart, some guy stopped to check me out. Got some cookies and Pop at Wal-Mart. I need to calculate what creates my own madness. I made a shirt last night. I didn't really make it though. I edited it. I put stars and a skull and crossed bones on it. And coated it with glitter. I got some looks today because of it. Brittany was staring at me today. I really wanted to yell at her and start an argument (her entire class would have backed me up). I didn't though. I wish I had. I despise her. And I'm addicted to your punishment. Tomorrow I have to paint this cubism thing. Pretty lame. I don't exactly understand cubism.  I suppose I think too logically to understand it. Oh well. I still have to do the project. I made a random ballerina. Pretty fun. She's all chopped up and what-not. After school, I have to take my driver's test. Then I can finally get my license. I always spell that wrong. I'll get it one day. And you're the master. Don't look so eager - I'm not shoving that in with wet nails Harrsion and Kevin and I have to much fun with inuendos. They're the best to share the jokes with. Actually, I don't think I talk to them about much else. We're either making jokes or discussing was to do provocative dances. Interesting, no? Yeah, you know you're jealous. Go ahead. Admit it. We won't tell. And I am craving this disaster.     ^^ New Shirt (Duh) ^^   There is so much I need to say to you. I can't find the words. I'm afraid to make a mistake. I don't know how you'll take this. Give me a clue. Tell me something. Pain and misery hits the spot, knowing you can't lose what you haven't got. Then why won't I say this? You must  know by now. But you won't say it. Is this how they feel? Have I caused them this anguish as well? I truly am a dreadful person. Off with their heads? Of course not. I'll rip their hearts out and watch as the scream and writhe in pain as they bleed to death. No. This is much better.

In the dark, in the dark you'll find us, making noise to the beat of fashion. Uber bored. I need to make hair plugs for Hitsugi. Good news, he didn't explode. His piercing holes are perfect. They work fabulously. I am for serious excited to paint him. For serious. I think I may have to use peroxide to change the hair colour. Expect LOTS of pictures of him. I think I'm going to take pictures before I paint him and what-not as well. I haven't found a snake yet. I may need to go to Toys'R'Us to find one. Rawr. Come alive in the patron saints of medicine; medicine makes friends. For serious, everyone thinks I'm a senior. Double you tee eff? Colleges send me applications and pamphlets. People at my school think I'm a senior. Random people just start talking to me, asking me about graduation, asking if I'm excited to finally be out of high school. I'll let you know when I get there 'kay? MY OWN SCHOOL sends me papers for things such as 'Senior Portraits'. Explain this to me. Anyone know why? What? Nobody. Damn. Do I look that old? At least I don't look like a freshman. At the bottom of a wishing well was a secret that we dare not speak out loud. Today I was keeper of the Balloons. Our teacher took away our time to work on our projects so we could help decorate. She automatically put Jeramiah and me in charge of ballons and streamers. I had so much fun with the balloons. I wouldn't let anyone else have them. Tasha was taking pictures. I swear I wasn't dancing. Kevin walked over to me at one point and asked what I was doing. I responded with 'What does it look like I'm doing? I'm pole-dancing. DUH!' Then we discussed chair dancing and lap dances. It was amusing. Holding hands in a powerful stare, wearing badges of death to show we care.  

I see you because you won't get out of my way. Today was long and lame. I turned in my projects. I realized I printed the wrong page for my Poetry Portfolio and my email wasn't working properly, so I have to turn those in late I suppose. I have a pass, so I'll ask her about it. Maybe she won't count it late. Hayden and I sat laughing during science. We're both a bit paranoid now, but for different reasons. :D I hear you because you won't quit screaming my name. This evening, we sat on the sofa watching 'Monster in Law'. It happened to be on as we channel surfed deciding what we wanted to do.  I liked the trickery and bitch-slapping fight. We went to La Casita for dinner. The food had a peculiar flavour. We didn't like it much, but it was pleasant for a change. Then we went and waited for BahBah to get his camera. I think he missed it. We we arrived home, I transferred almost all of my data onto disks or my portable harddrive. I'll have to do it again later for my Wildlife Journal. It's due next week. And then, NEVER AGAIN! I don't think I'm going to take Honours English next year. I don't feel like doing all of that extra work. I'm not certain as to whether or not I'll be taking Honours Chemistry. I intend on switching out in the event that we have to do VJAS. It was such a waste of my life. I feel you because you won't quit touching my skin. Mookie, I apologize to you. I was in no way making fun of you. If it is ever mentioned that I was laughing because of something you said, it was because of the things it made me think of. This may be intentional by you, or simply a side-effect of a warped mind. I truly do apologize for any negative emotion or thought resulting from these misunderstandings. I hope you'll forgive me. PS: The following image is a result of the humour you provide me with. I need you; they're coming to take you away.   ^^ Biggest grin ever? ^^

Isn't it nice. Sugar and Spice. Luring disco dollies to a life of Vice. Friday night I talked to Mookie almost all night. It was fun. To him I say 'Shello!' We had some interesting conversations. We reminisced some as well. Ah and when it was late and I was tired and hungry I was asked if I would like 'to get off'. My first thought could not have possibly been the obvious. No, I automatically thought of it in the sense of 'What gets you off?' In that sense it sounded like an offer. It took me a few minutes to recover from my laughing fit. It was certainly worth it. I can make a film, make you my star. You'd be a natural the way you are. Saturday I worked on my Spanish project and finished it. It looks so cheesy. But it makes me giggle because it reminds me of elementary school. It's a book made of construction paper filled with directions to various places all written in Spanish. I also finished my English project. I mostly had to print and bind that one. Easy. I finished my science project on Friday, so that was already done.And Saturday before I started diligently working, we went to see The DaVinci Code in theatres. It was very interesting. I loved it. The popcorn was delicious as always. My brother was bored, but not bored enough to go get me some popcorn with butter. I would like you on a long black lead. I would parade you down the high streets. I truly will miss my Photoshop. I may be able to get a bootleg version. Or get BahBah to buy me one. I spent Friday and Saturday night while I was online editing some stuff. Mostly high contrast. I found you can make things look almost painted if you play with it enough. Very sweet. You've got the attraction; you've got the pulling power. Today I've just watched movies. I happened to see them while channel surfing and stopped long enough to watch them. I transfered things from my home PC to a disk so that I can work on my Wildlife Journal at school. I have a lot of work to do on that. It shouldn't be that bad. I really only have to insert things into boxes and print it. Then I'll put it in a report cover and call it done. Walk my little doggie. Walk my little sex dwarf.   I'm so slutty some days. But I was actually just tired. But my eyes turned out sort of a golden green. Pretty. I like the peculiar angle of the other one. You know what they say about small boys. Sex Dwarf. That makes me think of Kyo for some reason. Everytime I hear it I always think of Kyo, Maybe I can convince him to be my Sex Dwarf. Anyone want to join us? The Count of Monte Cristo . 'If you should live, you will take his place and become a smuggler.' - 'What if I don't want to be a smuggler?' - 'Then we will slit your throat and we'll be a little short-handed.' - 'Well, a smuggler's life is the life for me.'   'He's the best knife fighter I have ever seen.' - 'You should get out more.'  

I like the way you still say please when you're looking up at me. Yesterday I went on my field trip. It was pretty fun. We watched 'Willow' on the bus. Pretty lame. We walked so far. I was with Karen, Hayden, and Craig the entire time. We never walked with our group. We ran around singing and dancing. You could hear us screaming quite often as well (we liked to tackle one another and threaten to push one another off of the cliffs). Craig carried my bag, and Karen's as well, for the longest time. He never asked me to take it back, even though I offered. Mine wasn't that heavy really; it mostly had my jacket in it. We ran across beaches and through trails. We made a Chiclet smiley face and watched ants attack a worm. Being the rude and heartless person that I often am, I pointed and yelled 'Look! It's Death!' Nobody else found that to be quite so amusing as I. I walked out onto a large fallen tree while we were on the beach. I stood out there, quite content as the wind whipped across my face, watching the sky. The waves along the far shore. The colour of the water against the sky. And I stood in the center of it. It was truly beautiful. On the ride home, I sat eating Munchies watching the rest of the movie. Most of the others fell asleep. We got back in time for the last few minutes of our Pep Rally. It was lame. But I sat with Kenneth. Dan immediately moved so that he was closer to me. Bao was angry because I didn't climb over everyone to get to him. I apologized later though. We showed Kevin, Kenneth, and Jesse our video of Hayden's crotch. Karen wasn't able to turn her camera off whil we were standing on one of the trails, so she started to press all of the buttons. It started to record and we got some wonderful footage of Hayden's crotch because of it. We all died laughing. For disposable fun, then this is the one. I baked a cake for Sarah after I arrived home. It was quite a mess, but it didn't turn out to be so dreadful as expected. It took a long time. I gave it to her today. I had a long and very boring day. It took the little energy I had out of me. Tennis was so boring. The two people I play tennis with aren't talking so I was kind of pulled between the two. Lunch was fun though. I got my food and ate most of it. Then Kitty called me over. She said Sarah wanted me. We had eight people eating the little cake with five spoons. There were crumbs everywhere. They all loved it. I went back and finished my fruit bowl. English was quite dull. She called us 'contrary'. I was a bit offended. I had simply asked about enounciation. Damn those stresses. Tonight I went to dinner and Lowe's. Now I'm online and talking to Mookie. This is side one, flip me over. I know I'm not your favourite record. I was thinking again. Of how much I miss you. Abscence truly does make this heart grow fonder. I miss you more than these words can say. I'll never have you back. Never again. I suppose I should forget this. But I miss those days. I miss them so much. I miss being happy and laughing all of the time. Those days when things were simple. I feel like I'm dying. Reminscing all the time like this. But it seems like these memories are all I have now. Everything is falling apart. These are all I can hold on to. Stop this. Stop this lying. Stop my screaming. I wish I were just dreaming. You'll be the first to make me cry. I like the way you're not impressed when you put me to the test. Bang! Bang! Guns go Bang! ^^I look like a little kid.^^   I wrote this for English: This Beauty   This beauty, it is my love and my pain.It is what I love, it’s what I adore.It is this beauty that I can’t obtain. This beauty, but it is a legerdemain.It is not that I simply mean to schnorr.This beauty, it is my love and my pain.On this beauty I could surely sustain.I’d love you always, it is this that I swore.It is this beauty that I can’t obtain.But this pursuit is certainly inane.Love me back, it is all that I implore.This beauty, it is my love and my pain.This beauty mocks me with utter disdainIt is this request that you can’t ignore.It is this beauty that I can’t obtain.Oh my love, you are my ball and my chain.I beg you to love me, please have rapport.This beauty, it is my love and my pain.It is this beauty that I can’t obtain.

How come we don't even talk no more? So I got to sit in Spanish today for about two hours and fifteen minutes (supposed to be three). We had a substitute. The woman was clueless. We watched 101 Dalmations in Spanish, again. But the majority of us were on our laptops. Some playing games with others on the internet, some abusing free internet services, the others were listening to music. I was playing in Photoshop while listening to music. I mad two backgrounds starring me. Adriana found a sweet proxy. Everything loads beautifully. You don't even call no more? I left school at eleven o'clock heading for the Science Museum. We stopped at 7-11 so I could get some lunch (I forgot to bring one). Munchies and Mountain Dew. Good stuff. As we entered the museum, we were cut off by small school children. A couple stared straight ahead as they hurried passed us saying 'Goth! Goth! Goth!' I regret not grabing their heads and threatening to suck out their blood. The screams would have been fantastic. the lecture started at noon. It was about the history of the Blackbird. It was very informative and quite interesting. After it ended my brother and I walked around a bit until our movie started. I had to stand in the longest line ever! I can't believe it. One person stood in front of me, my brother. We ran to the top of the Imax Dome and sat down. Gour others walked in. Those bastards, taking all my seats. Anywho, the movie was marvelous. It was about the ancient civilization of Greece. I must go there. The architecture was breath-taking. We don't keep in touch at all? High Contrast makes everything better.

Nothing says 'Tuesday' quite like Jack and Sally underwear. I bet that you look good on the dance floor. Today was pretty fun. I had science for three hours. I finished my SOL in about thirty minutes. Then my teacher made me colour instead of sitting there silently. Then she had the nerve to make me share my four coloured pencils. She stifiled my creativity. That bitch. After everyone finished, we got to sit silently and do anything we wanted as long as we were quiet. So I played around in Photoshop. I made a pretty moon background and a Miyavi background. Hehee. We had a giggle-fest. We kept making really lame jokes and whatnot. It was so fun. Blasian = Blonde Asian. Hi. I'm your slave. It's what I do all day. I have gym fifth period. Which, today, meant that I was to be in there from eleven forty-six until three forty-five. Not fun. But it ended up being quite amusing. Cera and I watched Broke Back Mountain for the first hour )we were heaving a study hall). I could not stop laughing. I felt sort of bad though because it wasn't supposed to be funny. Then we went to lunch. We came back and dressed out for gym. On the way to the locker room, Cera was walking behind me, holding my back-pack. She says to me 'So I'm basically riding you Katrina.' I love my Cera. We ended up having about two hours of actual class. For the last forty-five minutes, however, we had a 'break'. We layed on the courts and talked about clouds and planes. Previously we had stopped our game to reminisced about our childhood. Back in the days when Mighty Morphin Power Rangers were cool, Poke'mon was still new and in its first season, when Fox Box was cool, and the Disney Channel was exclusive. That was fun. Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer? It's lonely to the point of death, your voice won't leave my mind You know you're a 90's kid if...You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!" - DefinitelyYou can sing the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air" - Fuck Yes. I still sing it EVERY DAY.You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House" - YepYou remember when it was actually worth getting up earlyon a Saturday to watch cartoons. - Fuck yes, bring back Eek!You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. - Beat it so many times. It was the reason we finished anything.You remember reading "Goosebumps" - I owned themYou know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off" - I'll never forget itYou took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school. - Lisa Frank UnicornsYou remember the craze then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books. - Slap bracelets owned. You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together. - Everyone wanted to be Kimberly. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up" - I remember it, I just don't remember where it's fromYou remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates - I fucking owned in Roller-Hokey-Pokey. I won every month.You ever got injured on a Slip 'n' Slide - That was our summer.You wore socks over leggings scrunched down - Nope. Short socks under my short leggings.You remember boom boxes vs. cd player - Oh yeah. They were so cool and I won one.You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool - Haha. Yeah.You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell" - I never got into 'Saved by the Bell'You played and or collected "Pogs" - We had a whole rocket ship full. A four foot rocket ship. You used to pretend to be a MIGHTY MORPHIN Power Ranger and you owned a Skip It - 'After ten thousand years I'm free.' I never did get my Skip It. I always wanted one.You had at least one GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere - My GigaPet was Bagghera. She was a kitty.You watched the original Care Bears, and Ninja Turtles - We didn't get Care Bears at my house. Just the Ninja Turtles.Yikes pencils and erasers were the shit. - [Insert inquisitive mark here]You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out. - We fought for those. Fought hardcore.You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" - It never scared me." Talk to the hand" ... enough said - 'Cause the face ain't listenin'.You always said, "Then why don't you marry it - Every day. I know you are, but what am I?

Your erotic cabaret is non-stop. I got hit on all day today. It was truly quite amusing. My boot broke though. Not the heel, but a ppiece of one of the buckles. I've plenty to spare, but I kinda of need it. Oh well, I'll have BahBah fix it for me next week. I finished Hitsugi. Well, the clay portion anyways. I have to make hair plugs, find him a snake, and then paint him and put him together. We decided hair plugs would work better. I thought it would be odd looking ot have only the hair be 'real' so we decided to make other parts of it multimedia. It should look pretty sweet. I have to make his piercings as well. I almost cried as I shoved the paperclip through his nose. If it gets fucked up in the kiln, I'm killing O'Neal. You're wearing too many belts and I bet the leave welts. It's been decided. I'm a bit of a two-faced narcisist. I'm a bit shallow, and quite heartless. In my own opinion at least. I guess that's not a reliable source. HOL. Every time I hear that song I have a desire to dance. I also can't help but thinking about the fact that I have hot pink lipgloss and I wear too many belts with my spandex mini skirts. It would all be quite perfect if I had enough rythym to dance. I could only possibly perform ballroom dancing. BahBah has already found me a way to learn. It should be great fun.  Shut up and dance, because I wanna PoP.

I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about. When I went to bed last night at ten thirty, I was quite exhausted. I fell asleep sometime after eleven. Later, I awoke around one o'clock. After much tossing and turning and a late night snack, I fell asleep while the hour neared five. Promptly at six o'clock, eyelids flew open. All I could think was 'I fucking hate that man'. My father had just left for work and the sound of the truck had roused me from my sleep. Stitch up my emptiness cause you're the death of me. We started quite a fun project in art today. We're making mini busts of people. Originially, it was supposed to be of someone famous from American history, but none of us really like that idea. Since O'Neal knows that we're more inclined to enjoy the project and attempt to do well if we like it, I am now doing a bust of Hitsugi from Nightmare. This is my inspiration. Beauty at a finest. That's a face I don't mind filling an entire screen with. Adored by me throughout; Oh no it's you again.

I'm sorry, I had a bad day again. I woke up late. I had to shove done breakfast. The bus was late. I didn't like our art project so I scribbled through the rest of it and finished. Math was so long and so boring. We finished a few minutes early, and he made us continue working. I stood outside in the sun during gym class. Tennis did little to enthuse me. In science we slowly went over worksheets and listened to the teacher tell us how fun our field trip is going to be. Then she told me that she never said that I could do what I did for my project. The rest of the class heard it, but she never said it. Now I have to redo it again. I lost the stone to my grandmother's ring. A favourite second only to BahBah's italian ring. I wanted a hug, but I had nobody to get a hug from. I went to the bank and made a deposit. Since I returned, I've been playing on the internet. Pretzels, water, and marshmallows have done little to raise my spirits either. And she swears there's nothing wrong. Tomorrow is Jeremiah's art show. I shall be attending. Next Wednesday is the final art club party. Next Thursday I am babysitting. The eighteenth is our field trip. That evening is our art department picnic. It shoudl be quite fun. I desire Tortallini and cookies. I think I should go find some. A nice meal followed by Samurai Champloo sitting in a warm bed. Sleep later. I'm so tired. A long night of sleep. Did anyone check out the video? Someone said it played funny, but that was on Myspace. I may have to find some other way to upload it. Maybe YoutTube. I'll look into that eventually. I hear her playing the same old song.

I finished the movie. Good tales to be told. I turned it in, my teacher was afraid to upload it onto her website because she didn't want to lose her job, so she told us to rename our characters. We had the entire class assisting in thinking of names. My teacher suggested we use an inside joke such as "B-J Barbie". The class started laughing and she didn't get what she said. We finally decided to add a slide saying "The FCC standards the name "Boob-Job Barbie has been deemed derogatory and inappropriate and must now be changed to "We couldn't call her what we wanted" Barbie." She also made us rename Trailer-Trash Barbie. She is now known as '"My house has wheels" Barbie'. And now for your viewing pleasure: 'Who's the Daddy? - Director's Cut'Get this video and more at MySpace.com

I'm young and I'm hopeless. I'm lost and I know this. Yesterday I arose at six thirty. We left my house and then went to Waffle House. After breakfast, I drove us to Elsing Wildlife Preserve. BahBah said I drove to fast for him to read the sign. He made me turn around and drive back. Then after we drove to the end of that rode, he read the rest of the directions and decided we had been on the correct road. We arrived an hour later thanks to him. When we pulled up to the gates, we were greeted by guineas and peacocks. They called to one another, announcing our arrival. Yesterday afternoon I had to babysit. We went for a long walk. But before that, we had gone to the park. I'm toublesome, I'm fallen. I'm angry at my father. At the park, I spent my time on the swings. As I swang higher and higher, I began to remember. I remembered everything. The taste of sand. The door that led to the zoo. The crate that was my throne. Tracing one another and colouring. But most importantly, I remembered you. You're not who I thought you were. You're Christopher. You're my Kisstopher. You and I sat together. Coleman was there too. At recess, we'd run to the swings. I grab my faviurite, Coleman would help me up, and then you would push me. We always had fun. But then you moved away. I had forgotten, but now I've remembered. It's me against this world and I don't care. Today we have to work on our movie. Boob-Job Barbie must find her babies' daddies. Genetic testing will halp us. I'm going to search for the perfect ones now. I have to go through a lot of Barbies. I believe I'll also have to find a setting. On the note of fun things, Electric Six- Gay Bar. What a fun video. Danger! Danger! High Voltage! Flashing crotches and Abraham Lincoln. You hoe faces should go watch it. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

And never again, and never again. We went to Chili's. I ate too much. Rawr. I feel so ill. :[ So besides a pleasant dinner, today sucked more fish nuts than Mr. Monopoly. Haha. None of you will get that one. Lo siento. Anywho. I didn't feel like colouring today. I did pretty good on my Mathematical Inductions quiz though. He even told me I had doen it right and that was on the difficult one. :D But then we went to gym class and choose our next activity. I chose Ultimate Frisbee, but I bet I'll end up in tennis again. Damn freshmen. Then lunch was long. Jesse was in ALC so we couldn't hang with them. My pie sucked. And then I found out that the Panic! at the Disco concert is sold out. We would have been able to go had the rest of my posse took a bit more initiative. Later I had to go to Biology and take a test. I got an eighty three. Not too dreadful considering I didn't study at all. Then we had to work on our SOL project. They gave us two shots to the back of the head, and we're all dead now. I finally thought of what we can do. One idea was to make an electronic song using the computer's voice. The other (which we are using) is to use my Batbies as characters. It was originally going to be a bit of a drama, but then we decided to make it a comedy and add a Jerry Springer sort of show. Who's the Daddy? Well, I suppose we'll find out through the wonders of genetics. I bet it's going to be Goody-Goody Ken. I think Boob-Job Barbie should be the one searching for the mother. Pimp-Man Ken can be the new boyfriend who denies the child is his. To top it all off, it's going to be an old school silent film. Cat-fights on instant replay. This is going to be fun. You think that when you die you go to Heaven; You come to Us. If anyone wants to donate some musical uploads and the like to me, I would appreciate it greatly. I need more music. I think I'm going to have to discuss my musical issues with BahBah. I think he completely ignored my request. I've found a couple of bands that sound like the N'Sync rambling in Japanese. I love them. Japanese pop is far poppier than American and British pop. I need to move to Japan. Someone go with me. Por favor? I'd make a good house-wife if that helps. I cook, do all tasks associated with laundry, I organize, I clean, I have a fairly good eye for design, I bake lots of things, and I am polite and can be a good hostess. Someone take me to Japan. :[ Wah! Sources close to the investigation report that all bodies were decapitated. The remains of the heads were found buried a mile away from the murder scene. I forgot to upload this yesterday. It's from lunch when we couldn't speak do to our stand. It's a collaboration of five or six different people having conversations at once. Parts of it are verbal so it's pretty random. I hope it's big enough to read.

Peace and Harmony don't mean a thing to me. So today I participated in the Day of Silence. Some people really bugged me. It was also difficult to not talk all day. I had some arguments in sign language and what-not. I made cards expecting what people would say. I was pretty correct too. Except for one, which I was surprised by. I did pretty good except for a few slip ups which were fairly miniscule. None-the-less, I'm pretty proud of myself. I did something good. I'm done with love and make-believe. Today was also our National Art Honours Society induction. I'm going to try to get in next year. I did win an award (set of PrismaColours) for my coloured pencil drawing. O'Neal put my coloured pencil drawing of the five of us and my Maymont painting in the show without asking me. Rawr. I didn't expect to have anything in it. I did get cake and candy though. And my brother saved me an entire saucer of icing. From Ukrops none-the-less. I'm living in this world because I'm scared to leave.