I'm feeling lousy. One of my four guinea pigs has just died.

I'm going to my nan's for the night. See ya tomorrow!

http://www.livejournal.com/community/hp100/382226.html 
Go, ish very funny!

It was my birthday on Thursday. Only The Sagittarius Club remembered.

I'm going to join the ranks that disapprove of http://www.landoverbaptist.org

Will Jesus Sling Little Children Into Hell For Celebrating Halloween?<b>
Go to: http://www.landoverbaptist.org/sermons/halloween

This is for [LadyMoon] and [moira hawthorne]
<b>Wicca: Intoxicated by Christian Blood!
Go to: http://www.landoverbaptist.org/news0702

Finally:
Vegans: MODERN DAY WITCHES!!
Go to: http://www.landoverbaptist.org/sermons/vegans


Please, spread the word AGAINST these racist, sexist, so-called religious leaders.

See also the diaries of [LadyMoon] and [nokaredes]

I entered one of the many rooms in the warehouse and settled down on my bed of cardboard. I eagerly reached into my tattered old bag and pulled out the orange. Trembling, I peeled off the skin and sank my dirty yellow teeth ino the sweet flesh. Juice ran down my pointed chin and my tongue eagerly licked it up. The juice trickled down my throat, easing the uncomfortable dryness.
I ate my way throught the orange and threw the peel onto the ground. I once again put my hand into my bag and it gripped the still warm bread. I tore off a chunk and put a chunk into my mouth. I chewed the soft wonderfullness, a dreamy sensation. My takings were good today and I didn't know when it would be this good again. I pulled my blanket closer over my thin shoulders and closed my ears. I snuggled down and let sleep consume me.

I walked through the back alleys, desperate to escape the wind. My home was a deserted warehouse, freezing cold and full of rats. My few possesions were there: A ripped blanket, a cracked drinking cup and an old piece of cardboard, used as a plate. It wasn't much, but it was home. It was cold, but the wind didn't try and tear my flesh from my skinny body. As I neared the entrance, I looked at my reflection in the glass. My poverty and ill-health could been clearly seen.
As I looked at the gaunt, bruised face and trembling hands, a fat tear ran down my thin cheek. It fell off the pointed chin and splashed gently onto the cobbles. I tore myself away from the glass and entered the warehouse.
When the splintered door closed with a bang, I sighed with relief. No wind tore at my flesh or whipped my greasy hair over my skinny, badly cut shoulders.

The day was cold, and my stinking rags did little to cover my flesh from the biting cold. I was crouched under a fruit stall, my ripped bag as empty as my stomach. I checked the stall's owner wasn't looking and my hand slid over the surface of the stall. My hand grasped around an orange and a banana, which I slipped into my bag. Slowly, I emerged from under the stall. Weaving quickly through the crowded market place, I dived for cover under the bakery stall. My stomach clenched with hunger at the thought of a cake.
I spotted my chance. A one-penny piece had been dropped, and nobody had picked it up. I crawled along and picked it up. My own one-penny piece! Rushing up to the bakery stall, I bought a small cake and a loaf of bread. The owner eyed me suspiciously as I walked away, but he couldn't stop me buying with proper money. I started to walk home, a cold, deserted warehouse in a back alley.

I want to be [Dollie VOMIT].

I never will.

I'm at the top of the ladder of dorkiness.

I'm the filth at the bottom of the ladder of coolness.

If I were at Hogwarts:

Name: Keladry Shiona Mindelan
Age: 13
House: Ravenclaw or Slytherin
Quidditch Position: Chaser
Best Friend: Cho Chang or Pansy Parkinson

Dontcha just love young teachers? We're watching The Mummy on Monday, and it's a 15!

My Dad came back from the Cayman Islands yesterday and I got:

A sea glass necklace,
A shark tooth ncklace,
A Cayman Island t-shirt,
AND a "Hard Rock Cafe" t-shirt

God, why do I suck at everything?

My friends were playing with me at lunch. We were mucking around, doing cartwheels and piggy-back rides, when they ran away giggling to the other side of the field. They completely ignored me for the rest of lunch and the day. I may have to kill them. SOON!

To the Pope John Paul: I hope you that when you die, it will be a peaceful and quiet death.

When I want to feed my four guinea pigs [Tigger, Giggles, Strawberry and Raspberry] I discovered only three were there! It was really scary but we found Raspberry quivering behind some compost so we brought her and the rest inside for the night!

I have made a skirt! I cut up a pair of tights, stitched one side together and stitched on some buttons. But one button came off. Ah well. The skirt is comfy.

Snowflame is a cute lil sis!