Listen

Close your eyes, dear boy, do not see this evil.
Cover your ears, dear girl, do not hear this badness.
Hide away, dear child, I will not let them get you.
Remember me, dear heart, pray, see my sadness.

I have tried so hard to protect you from me.
We have been through so much, but it does not seem that way.
I do not know why only I see the truth.
It does not seem right that you do not heed what I say.

Why can you not see what has become of our world?
Ever since our creation it has become slowly worse.
Why are we still here why have we not already died?
The answer is within a gift that is also a curse.

Close your eyes, remember me.
See what I see, and feel what I feel.
Know what I know, trust my judgement.
Truly see out world and what those who have died feel.

Slowly, all this appears to me, I see what is my destiny.
I know I have the words, I just need to make them heard.
If only you could see me as what I truly am.
Not just some worthless girl who says she should be heard.

While I have not been here very long, I have already noticed something quite odd about the populace. Where I am, when you meet people, at school, or in public or whatever, I find that roughly, ohh, 75% are either too stupid or too testosterone-driven to bother with. Then, about 15% are relatively smart, but extensively cruel and driven by unmentionable parts of their bodies. 5% are insane, beyond helping. More insane than I, which is quite sad. Then there are 5% of decent people, at least they are decent for roughly a year and a half, at which a time they dispose of themselves.
Around here, though, about, ohhh, 60% of the people I have met have been intelligent in various ways, although about 45% are a little mean. While I will refrain from naming names(although I am quite tempted), I find this very annoying. Surprisingly, only one of the many people I have already met have been driven by their unmentionables, and no, I do not mean their brains. If you thought I meant brains, or even hearts, you have not met those I have. Good for you.
Meanwhile, I am left with this 45% probability that those I try to contact, for whatever reason, will either not respond(You know who you are, you loser) or will criticize(or however you spell it) what I teach!(You know who you are too, although I am trying to be civil).
How annoying that I have to deal with people who fall below my expectations. And really, just because Cary Grant is one of the only people who surpass my expectations, does not mean they are that high. Although, quite a few other still alive people are in the green too.
Anywho, I am still after that beheader, who is previously mentioned in my first entry. If I ever meet him....

Oh my goodness, I am going insane. I am supposed to be on vacation, but my cousins are driving me crazy. One of them seems to be evil every once and a while, and the other I have no idea what is going on. I am a very organized person, and they are soooo messy and chaotic. I am going even more insane than usual.
ARRRGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alright, I feel a little better.
But then I remeber the nine hour car ride I have to look forward to at six AM tomorrow. Oh joy.

Have you ever noticed that depending on the kind of store you go in to, the people who work there act differently? Today I went into The Silver Parrot, which has some really pretty New Age-y clothing and jewelry, and the people who work there are really nice and funny and stuff. And the clothing and jewelry are gorgeous.
Then we went into Cold Water Creek, which has beautiful if insanely priced clothing. The ladies working there were very nice and had little conversations with us. By the way, we found out that there is a light shade of purple called something very odd, other than 'Light Purple' or 'Lavendar'. Who in the world came up with it? It was such an odd word I cannot even remember it. Regardless, the workers were great.
However, we went into Circles (horrible store, NEVER go there) where the clothing was garish and outpriced (i.e., $175 for a jean jacket)and the workers were rude and ignored us.
However, the first place we went, Cold Stone Creamery, has these awesome waiters and waitresses, whom I just love. However, they are giving us the best ice cream known to man, so that could be why I love them so.
We walked around in HV Community College for quite a while as well. While I seemed to draw the attention of quite a few of the younger males (I assume it is just because I was in sweaty workout clothing) no one else seemed to notice me. We went into a closed lecture room, and turned on the lights (which almost outsmarted me, but then I BEAT them, hahahahaha, take THAT) and played about in there for a while. We wandered all about, and no one seemed to care. With the exception of the few unfortunate people who got close enough to smell me.
So, when in a pretty place, you are funny, when in a not so pretty place, yea, you just suck. So, the moral of my ramblings, work in a pretty or yummy place.

You know, that little picture of the guy holding the bloody sword and the bloody decapitated head that shows up when you have nothing in your guestbook is quite annoying. No, I do not want to delete myself, I am applying to teach, thank you very much. And I have an account on Elfwood, so just leave me alone!
But does the serial beheader leave me alone? No, no he does not. I swear, if I ever find him, he is going down.

I warned you this was insane ramblings.