i've been thinking.....i dont like xavier anymore...he's a biznitch..........................................the only problem is feel like a whore because i already like a new guy...other problem is that this guy just broke up with his girlfriend who also happens to be one of my best friends........but i really like him, but i think so does every girl because he is so adorable, sweet, funny, and intelligent. but i have to go because my sister is bitching at me because she's a stupid shithead....and a tattle tale too

don't you hate people who get all caught up in something for no reason?? for you american kids (or foreign ones who know what i mean) who have seen napoleon dynamite, you now realize that when a person says 'your mom' you either say it back or laugh, right? well some english chick got her knickers all in a twist and it pisses me off. i mean, i was nice to her, and i joked around, and then she had the nerve to put her stupid little preppy 'kiss my ass' sign in my guestbook...i need to make one that says go fuck yourself!!!!! i normally dont get this worked up over things, but my life was getting better...i was making more and more friends, people are being nicer, my self esteem was rising and then what happened?? a blonde, british bitch comes along and when i joke around with her she gets pissy. well if she lived around here, all i'd have to say is anytime, any place, because i'm tired of the blonde, beautiful people getting everything and people like me are shoved into corners and shit on...so while this may seem like empty threats, i don't care!!!! my shrink canceled on me, my medication is upped, so thank you [no1 sexy boy]...you can go fuck me dad!!!

this is the most boring sunday in history...i'm watching big business and doing this and listening to simon & garfunkel...i should be doing my world history for the rat bastard's class...but oh well...maybe later. THE GRAMMY'S ARE ON TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO! i love music...don't you? most people believe that i'm gothic so they see me as listening to some sort of dark screaming bands...but in all truthfulness, i love all music, jazz, blues, classical...just i respect country and rap/hip hop, but i don't listen to it. but honestly, you have to respect what some rappers have gone through, like tupac, eminem went through some tough crap, stuff like that was hard on some rappers...country singers....well....i dunno, their mothers ran away with plumbers and they became alkies...sure. but okie dokie smokie...I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER!!! stupid groundhog said 6 more weeks of winter...i say fuck that! summer is coming, there's only about 3 months of school left...i should start counting down!

hello....................................*silence*
does anyone ever read these fer real? oh well. MR. TONEY WILL DIE A SLOW PAINFUL DEATH, RAT BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wrote my little paragraph thingy nine times (it was a very big paragraph by the way) and suddenly he tells the whole class we didn't have to! i don't know why this bothered me...could it be because he thought it was funny? or that he only takes participation points on his shit anyway? or could it be that not even the MAP test goes this in depth and i havent slept in 3 weeks and i have given up anything caffinated so i'm pissed a bit...? could any of these be the reasons??????????????????????????????jerk.
guess whose hot????? fuckin xavier, scha. i dunno why cuz he's a bastardo with a weird new haircut, but he's intelligent, i like smart guys! i would like pat, but there's no chance there, so i choose to ignore his penis! woohoo for ignoring penises. speaking of peni (plural for penis) have you ever noticed that if you do not own a penis (dettachable or otherwise) it seems like you do not get respect? it does to me...fuckers with penises....

hello little ones! i would just like to talk this time to tell everyone to take a deep breath, step back from the world, and SCREAM LIKE A FRICKIN BANSHEE!! YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!! then i'd like you to not blame me for the mono you have recently gained ^_^ (sorry rachel!) 
okay, how have ya'll (hehe...ya'll) been? i've been okay, except i'm aboot to stab a few people in the brain cuz they're ticking me off!! (stoppit) i've been researching my dream job (spin magazine journalist, rock it beeznatch) and cheese and rice got all muddy (jesus christ god almighty, clever eh?) they want so much stuff! they want 2-3 published works just to be an intern! i wanna cry...but i've recently learned that journalists make more money than teachers, so i'm okie dokie smokey (sorta) have you ever noticed how my brain jumps from one subject to the next? like all my parenthesis, they exist because i have these likkle side thoughts in my head...just appear there, dunno why...OMG!!! GUESS WHO GETS THEIR FIRST PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!!! ME! *screams like banshee* we were gonna name him Kermit the dog (my idea *receives cornball queen award*) but then my siblings didnt like it...they wanted ned or frances...mom said something foreign...so yours truly came up with fez....ya, that cute foreign kid is gonna be my doggie...FEZ, DUKE OF FERDINAND KIMBALL (is it safe to put my last name?) i dunno, oh well, tata!!

hey, i have depressing news....dani has mono...i have no clue how i got it but i had blood taken at the horspital and apparently it's in the beginning stages. so i'm sitting at home watching good will hunting. i have the best movie!! it is my new favorite it's called Billy Elliot, i recommend that everyone see it! my friends would love it as it has to do with ballet, gay men, cross dressing, and a whole lotta british people!
but i have a serious prob...i feel worthless! on deviant art i was so happy to be there and when i posted my first picture i felt even better. but when i look at other people's art and even just their pictures...i feel so terrible and ugly. one person i found here on elftown was one of the most beautiful people i have ever seen...plus she could draw amazing art, and it's the same on deviant art. these people are so beautiful and are the subjects of their own art...i just wish i could do that. i'm on my home page and everytime i look at it i'm horrified. 'what will people think, oh i look terrible, will people get it' is all that runs through my mind. then of course i have the really great friends who say 'dani, you're a sexy beast' or 'i think you're adorable' but i hate to say that while, yes, for a minute i'm happy, i feel beautiful, but then i have to look in a mirror or at a picture and there i am again. my body is so different from my friends, i'm the DUFF, the designated ugly fat friend. i'm not as pretty as them, i'm not as talented, i'm afraid to let my true and complete personality show because if i do, i may lose friends or open myself up for criticism. i have to watch everything i say...so many things can go wrong if i just say 'i had a hard time finding any pants'...automatically several people think it's because i'm too fat, or if i say i wish i could have a boyfriend, people think it's because i'm ugly. i have nothing...i'm so afraid that people dont like me, sometimes i feel like my family doesnt even like me (well, duh) but i hate this. people will now say, awww, dani, i love you! after they read this....and once again, i'll feel loved and beautiful for a second, then i'll have to look in a mirror and wait to get yelled at...then all my good feelings will be gone.

hi.........hee.........i'm home alone...i feel paranoid, i swear to god there's a guy behind the christmas tree....i wish he'd leave.....
i'm hungry. but there's nothing in our house.poo.
i have a few questions, querries, posers for you..
-Have you ever felt like you'd like to stab yourself just to see what it's like?
-have you ever stabbed a chicken (already dead) to see what it's like?
-have you ever crocheted or knit?
-have you ever found bugs bunny attractive when he puts on a dress and pretends to be a girl bunny?
good...me neither.
okay.................bye

merry christmas ya'll <--- ewwwww i said ya'll

i got the coolest butt stuff ever!!! from me gramma and grampa i got duff shoes, two shirts, a book on drawing things, candy, socks, and a $75 gift card to westfield shoppingtown.
from my mommy i went on a scavenger hunt to find my presents: i got a squishee pillow (it's pink! yessssss! i'm such a pink person, i'm joking i love it) i got a shirt that says 'i'm coolest than almost everyone here' (you'd have to know me to realize how sarcastic that is) i got lots o candy, a floofy scarf, and A NEATO CHEETO CAMERA! SHA! it's awesome, it's one of the cool ones with all the focus and professional stuff! me sooooo happy!
then from my grampa bob (from way up north, doncha know) i got $20 and dani's goin shoppin!

merry christmas, hannukah, kwanza, whatever!!! yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! *runs to take pictures of whatever dares to move*

omigosh......im in love

i want to screw xavier and i dont know why....he's really prude, and i dunno why i consider that love, im only 15/16 y.o. and love doesnt exist that early

pat is being a butthead <---3rd grade word yay!
christian is being scary! yay!
im being scary! yay!
xavier is psychotic! kinky!

seriously......what would it be like to screw a psychotic person.................................................................................either it'd be very kinky or they'd stab you in the middle for looking at them :
*you give psycho bedroom eyes*
p-what? what is it.....it's HIM isnt it? i told him to leave me be....
you- no, what? there's no one, honestly
p-who were you looking at?
you-no one! now come over here and lay down.....
*psycho comes and lays on the bed, you begin to kiss and he is looking frantically over your shoulder the whole time*
you-take your shirt off
p- why? so HE can have a direct target to my heart? NEVER!!!
*you eventually coax him to undress as do you and you lay under the covers together*
you-*sexy voice* are we comfortable
p-no....i feel like.....like.....like someone wants to SELL ME SOMETHING!!!!!
you-no....
p-damn girlscouts!!! I HATE THEM!!!
*getting wildly kinky, taking anger out on you sexually*
you-oh yeah!!!!
p-what? he's coming
you-*sexual humor* i'll say he is
p-i knew it!!! you bitch! you're conspiring against me!!!!
you-no i'm not, come back down here!
p-no! not again! i should've known the one i love would want to kill me!!!!
you-you l-l-love me???? awwwwwww-
p-*not paying attention to special moment like women do* i'm leaving!!!!
*wraps sheet around himself and runs out the window onto the fire escape and his screams echo around the buildings of your neighborhood.
you-damn it!!
*man pops up from underneath the bed*
HE-i knew he was onto us!!!
you-i tried to get you into bed with us!
HE-seriously is a threesome too much too ask????
you-don't worry, you'll find someone....

oh yeah.....im psycho.....i'd like to have anger taken out on my sexually!!! i'd be the best damn psychiatrist ever!

hey all! not y'all... here lately bunches of my friends are getting depressed/annoying. in gifted i think mrs. cooper dreads our hour because of all the squeals that occur whenever the slightest thing is said...i hate the high-pitched frequencies...love my friends hate the frequency. then one of my friends (whom i still love very very very much!!!!) is getting so depressed? and she said that people are mad at her for changing, or they say she has...well, yes she's changed quite a bit! she used to make me say fudge instead of fuck, or beachball instead of bitch...i liked that version. she only reminded me of candy, bunnies, and rainbows...now i am rather disappointed, yes, why? because i'd rather have cluelessly cute than depressed and out of focus. then, i'm tired. nobody cares...in journalism all i hear is 'well i'm the editor, or well i've been doing this this this, i have to care for all of you' and my mom has resigned from her teaching position so she's so fucking depressed all the time!! if i joke or she does she starts on 'yeah, you all arent used to jokes from me are you?' or 'i have the worst kids, i dont know anyone as bad as you!' and that's not supposed to give me a complex???? i still want to go to NYU, but they except the best, and i have an F in science and in geometry! like christian said, i'll apply to every major city college in the US, through in Mizzou for good measure and only make it to Mizzou; right next to home.
last night i began listening to the radio...wasnt particularly happy...or sad, you know, just being, and Enter Sandman by Metallica came on and i began to bawl....dont know why! i love that song, but i just began to cry so hard i couldnt stop. when i told my friends, they laughed...haha dani's psycho  but i'm seriously beginning to think something's wrong with me. my shrink hasnt helped, if anything she only makes me nervous or feel bad, if i wanted that i'd just spill my guts to my mom; something i havent been able to do since i was in middle school.  
    imagine this (my mother said this):
  danielle, just to let you know, whenever you talk, usually i just zone out and dont listen.

and she really does. i'll say something important she needs to know, and when the time comes she'll say 'that never was said' and if i say i did she'll say 'well i can never tell what you say, you talk too much!' blaming it on me.
i tell you, this is the most i've said about myself here lately at all. i hate being worried about the world, because i am. i'm worried that morgan will be emotionally scarred if i say anything annoys me about her, i'm afraid i might make rachel cry, i'm afraid brittany hall will never get a good job, i'm afraid pat is going to be stuck in ste. gen forever!! hell, i'm worried mr. taylor will be convicted of sexual assault to a minor!!!! i want to worry about myself....but i cant. 
     here's something else:i've worried about myself. i've been having suicidal thoughts lately. something i havent had in a long time. i've cut myself before; i have scars, but now i seriously want to hurt myself...if nothing else to see how long it would take anyone to notice. because honestly, i feel like i'm invisible sometimes. my friends are becoming closer with eachother, but i feel like i'm being squeezed to the outside...my grades are getting worse....i'm madly in love with Xavier, but i'm afraid to ask him out....i cant sleep....my mom hates life and takes it out on me
                  i want to die.

I'm so confused...is today the 29th?? hm...i dunno.
CONGRATULATIONS TO ME! I AM NOW ON A PILL! no, frickin jerk, not THAT pill, i'm on sleeping pills. i have to take them at 7(pm) and by 7:30 i have passed out. i have developed an unhealthy addiction to 1)cereal 2)orange soda (orange stuff, period) 3)bread and 3)poptarts hee!!!!
i'm gonna go, cause i'm suddenly boy crazy and i'm gonna chase a few i know, online! hurrah!

i've been working on my magazine for a while, and HURRAH!!! IT'S ALMOST DONE!! i've actually had all of my stories finished since the beginning of school, but i could never find time to do layout. But now that my lips are swollen and my mother is gracious enough to spare me school, i'm here, and i'm actually gonna work on it. it's called 'Obvious Noise' and i like my 'Glimpse of Hell' story, personally. i like just because of the picture....my cousin lindsay with her eyes in the back of her head...i love it! but i'll go and work on it now...catch ya later!

        THE FOGGY MORNING WITHOUT
                ANY FOG

Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom (like Boston) lived an enchanted princess (named Agatha) who loved to ride beautiful (taxis) horses and had an enticing pet (rock) tiger named (Bob) Bob, who loved to (bask in the window light and grow fungus) bask in the sunlight and loved the princess very much (even though rocks show no emotion). The princess had a handsome (bald) father, the king (of the clicker) and a beautiful mother (who liked Everclear and Marlboros) who loved her ( somewhere in the empty chamber of her heart) very much. They would all go ride (taxis) horses, and (argue) laugh as they rode. Afterwards, they'd be so (stingy as to argue with the driver, Osama Bin Laden) gracious and generous as to tip the stable boy (Osama) who'd in turn (try to run them over) tell the whole kingdom how great they were.
  One night the Queen began to scream! Everyone (ignored her, because she screamed a lot at nothing in particular) quickly rushed to her aide and found her in labor (oops.) and rused her to the hospital on (the subway) royal carriage. She gave birth to a (screaming, wrinkly) beautiful baby boy who she named (Phil) Hector. (Phil) Hector was a (boasting, loud, ignorant) charming young boy when he grew older. The (") King (") and (") Queen (") (ignored) loved him very much.

STICK AROUND FOR CHAPTER 2!!!

people of america...i give you....genitals in the sky!!


OH GOSH, MY GEESH, DAH-HLING!

and.......uh......don't forget my ounce of crack and 2 sheets of lickable postage stamps....and remember not to ask me hard questions...my brain gets clogged.....does anyone else talk blandly and slowly as they type?? i am right now.......uuuuuuuuuubbbbbbeeeeeerrrrrr....i like saying uber. um.........no........hahahaha....shut up.....go get me a mountain dew, and maybe i'll let you on-I'M BEING SERIOUS!! MOUNTAIN DEW NOW GO! FINE, I'M NOT GETTING OFF OF THE COMPUTER. *shudder* *sister crying in background**hippo has been wounded....wait, that's my sister too**dying giraffe**giggles**my sister says MAGOCHEE**more indistinguishable words...*GO GET ME A HERRING!!!!

i have just had a normal conversation with my sister.....i have been typing what we said/did......*rounds of applause and sarcastic 'bra-VO!'s* my sister wants the computer....i'm just having fun being annoying...
BOOM, LOUD! CRASH!
was this a.) my furby b.)my brother c.) my cousin or d.)my other cousin (this one is the stoner)

HEY GUESS WHAT??!! I'M GONNA START CALLING CHAS A STONEER, CAUSE IT MAKES HIM SOUND LIKE AN ENGINEER!! SO IT MAKES HIM SOUND SMART....WELL HE IS....A SMART ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA.....are you quite finished?                 HA.
charlie....uh if you read this.....take it as a compliment!!!

P.S. my new name is.....POPPY SWEETIE!!!!
RACHEL'S ALTER EGO LESBIAN NAME IS MOOLANDA! CALL HER SUCH!

people of america...i give you....genitals in the sky!!


OH GOSH, MY GEESH, DAH-HLING!

and.......uh......don't forget my ounce of crack and 2 sheets of lickable postage stamps....and remember not to ask me hard questions...my brain gets clogged.....does anyone else talk blandly and slowly as they type?? i am right now.......uuuuuuuuuubbbbbbeeeeeerrrrrr....i like saying uber. um.........no........hahahaha....shut up.....go get me a mountain dew, and maybe i'll let you on-I'M BEING SERIOUS!! MOUNTAIN DEW NOW GO! FINE, I'M NOT GETTING OFF OF THE COMPUTER. *shudder* *sister crying in background**hippo has been wounded....wait, that's my sister too**dying giraffe**giggles**my sister says MAGOCHEE**more indistinguishable words...*GO GET ME A HERRING!!!!

i have just had a normal conversation with my sister.....i have been typing what we said/did......*rounds of applause and sarcastic 'bra-VO!'s* my sister wants the computer....i'm just having fun being annoying...
BOOM, LOUD! CRASH!
was this a.) my furby b.)my brother c.) my cousin or d.)my other cousin (this one is the stoner)

HEY GUESS WHAT??!! I'M GONNA START CALLING CHAS A STONEER, CAUSE IT MAKES HIM SOUND LIKE AN ENGINEER!! SO IT MAKES HIM SOUND SMART....WELL HE IS....A SMART ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA.....are you quite finished?                 HA.
charlie....uh if you read this.....take it as a compliment!!!

P.S. my new name is.....POPPY SWEETIE!!!!
RACHEL'S ALTER EGO LESBIAN NAME IS MOOLANDA! CALL HER SUCH!

TUESDAAAAAAAY!!!! COME ON! on tuesday we're (independant study) going to the holocaust museum in st. louis and then to a Japanese Steakhouse (i know...odd combo, but it's good) i wuz absent thursday and friday and so i'm kinda nervous about going back to school because i know i'll be loaded down with homework...and i cant deal very well ya know. but morgan and i have cleared up our housing situation for our future in NY and while we want to work for rival rock magazines we will live in harmony and well wishings!^_^ and i've decided i want a gay best friend...i have friends that are lesbian, but the guys (now this may be stereotypical i apologize) can pick out my clothes or say "darling red is a fab color for you!" or so on and so forth. in NY i have a few genre of people i want to become friends with:
Pinkie: A blonde bubbly girl, to make fun of and yet at the same time she'll know what to do when a guy breaks up with me and i do like to shop
Goth: Whether male or female it does not matter. i want a friend like this to have fun with or just to freak the teeny bopper TRL kids out with.
Glam: i have one ; MORGAN DARLING!!!
Gay: Preferably male...you know, like i have specified above
Wanna Be: everyone needs a rocker wanna be, they're to sing you to sleep or to compete with the naked cowboy
   and so on and so forth....
new favorite quote: *after pouring clorox in rival's drink (rival is on stage puking and singing)* get a goddamn clue!! she's fucked and i'm ready. as they say the show must go on..."
"eyes, eyes people! nostrils flared! and silent scream *demonstrates* okay...we're good.....action"

I STAYED HOME FROM SCHOOOOOOL!!!! good gravey i am feeling refreshed and blah blah blah! my brother thought his hermit crab died (wouldnt you know it'd be the one i named...tommy boy) but he is alive...just tired or something, like me!
my brother is getting teased at school by a few boys in particular who are heading for a serious thrashing by a bunch of girls....one of which wears highheeled platform boots...that would hurt!
but i am watching velvet goldmine and i have realized...seeing ewan mcgregor kissing another guy makes him even hotter!!! and graham chapman is also hot, he's off of monty python stuff...i have introduced mr. toney to his new favorite band....flogging molly!! yay! i'm proud, and he only listen to one of their songs! but i'm gonna go, i have pretzels and pepsi to eat while watching sexy men!!

ps. my brother would be the prettiest drag queen ever, i dressed him up in make up and spiked his hair out...he is pretty. i told him when i moved to new york i was gonna dress him up and he could be the only straight guy in a drag queen competition!

good grief...i am tired...my left eye is blood shot and i almost went to school with my pj pants on...in gifted i learned more about hitler!!!
when the nazis first gained control of schools, in one in particular a jewish teacher was grabbed by the beard (which was shaved off) and thrown out of the school. then the class children had to pledge allegience to hitler...a few jewish students would do it so the Gestapo (german police) went up the jewish children and said to the other children in the class, "this is what we do to jews", and stabbed the children in the ears with pencils....killing them!! then kids HAD to join the hitler youth army and in the first meeting they got puppies! yay! they were made to love and respect them and take care of them,the puppies went to every meeting with the children...at one hitler was at, he made the children STRANGLE THEIR PUPPIES! WITH THEIR BARE HANDS!!!!! the girls had to join the german maidens or some such crap at ten, when they learned their jobs were to bear children, they were taught marriage was not important...so they began having kids....AT TEN YEARS OLD!!! Hitler's book Mein Kampf or something like that, was supposed to replace the bible in churches, but the churches wouldnt do it. Mein Kampf was the second highest selling book in German history however, the first being the bible.

does this not thoroughly depress you??? and as for a certain someone i know, Hitler should not be your idol, you FREAK OF NATURE!!!!!

"The time has come," the walrus said. "To talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings."
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. "There's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobster and the turtle all advance? We are waiting on the shingle, will you come and join the dance?"
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
"Time marches on it's stomach!!" "It's an army that marches on it's stomach." "Dreadful idea, all that mud. Ghastly, yuck."
"I speak roughly to my boy. I beat him when he sneezes. He only does it to annoy because he knows it teases!"
"I was in the middle of 'Twinkling Cups' when the queen screeches, "He's murdering the tune...off with his head!"
"I did say what i meant, or at least i meant what i said, it is the same thing." "No, it isn't. You may as well say i see what i eat and i eat what i see!" "Or i like what i get and i get what i like." "Or you may say i sleep when i breathe and i breathe when i sleep." "...well it is the same with you..."
"You cant draw treacle..." "sure you can...you can draw water from a well, can't you?"
these are loverly quotes from alice in wonderland (fabadabadoo, doncha know *wink* ) which i love as it has martin short in it (he's hot for being, like, 50) and the book is awesome too.
"Yesterday on the stair
I saw a man who wasnt there,
I saw him again today,
how i wish he'd go away!"
  from Velvet Goldmine which i must return to abby only after watching the rest of the meaning of life...
toodle pip.....uh....ya'll

hello you sexy beings, that is those of you that chose to read this, therefore entitling you to be among the Sexii. The super-secret organization of sexy people who frequently fail tests while supposedly being rather intelligant, yet failing in fabulous style and grace such as Pat..."See, Danielle? You studied to much, I didnt study at all and I got 3 points better than you? How did that happen, well you did quiz me at 30 seconds till the test...well..."
recently i have had my brain taken over by a girl. Yes, a girl, a frickin girl, or a Firl, if i may. I wore a skirt to school, which is a big deal, as i am not only fat, but stubborn when it comes to skirts;it means shaving legs. i have shamelessly flirted with many guys, who were my friends, and for some reason have begun to enjoy the morning rounds of puttputt golf between nate and pat. kyle helps them both cheat and the only way nate wins is by default. 
my magazine has come to a standstill as the computer is not in my main state of mind. i have my stories and now need pictures and such...but anyway
school is okay, i have had several tests and such and have doodled on them pictures of my brain frying...uh-for extra credit, doncha know?
friends are cool, chris is an idiot, what's new? i've begun reading Eerie Queerie thanx to Abby and seem to like it, or something. i already like cowboy bebop and inuyasha, soon i'll just read original manga in japanese...speaking of languages...i wanna teach meself how to speak gaelic! it's like old irish, and i'm irish, and i wanna show mr. toney so he wouldnt make fun of my british accent! geez, the british killed my people too!
speaking of which, i have a major crush on mr. toney as he is intelligent, makes fun of whiney mumblers (ashely brown) and likes to joke around and have a good time. but he needs to learn, when he loads the homework on, he needs to not tease me...short fuse, wot?
well i'm gonna go change me information as much of it is not in effect!
have a scrumdidlyumptious day! toodle pip!

okay, i've come to grips with the fact that i was a beachball to people last year, and i've decided to be nicer this year...i've severed ties with a few people and reconnected with others...this doesnt mean i got rid of BAD people, just lost contact. school has come, my brain is gone (actually i sold it on ebay, six bucks man, that like 6 sodas!) and i am learning to dislike journalism...i love to write, but my ideas are always turned down and i want to make people think about controversial ideas, but apparently my job is 'not to make people think, it's to effect change'. well pardon me ms. insult my favorite gifted teacher, but you cant change without thinking, it's like leaping without looking...grrrr.....big fight happened about plays...journalism teacher said my gifted teacher was a bad teacher, gifted kids walk out on journalim teacher, journalism teacher say bye-bye to play...anyway.
geometry sucks, but then again if i was good at math i might say 'i love geometry', but i'm not so i dont. gifted is fun, always is. we're learning about the holocaust, tons of fun. did you know the jews invented the ghettos? well they didnt persay, german government did. then english is easy and boring, French is entertaining as always with the bubbly Mrs. Uzzel, biology is boring, world history....mr. toney is like andy dick, willy wonka, and...i dunno a scary sarcastic guy all in one. secrets for you, i love him, i think he's hotter than mr. nix, well, in mind anyway. those are all my classes. matt just turned 16 the 26th, rachel on the 23rd...i'm still 15 till March. crap. but I GOT A TATTOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! it's a four leaf clover, it's green and yellowish and it's on my ankel and i didnt cry when i got it, but the guy was mean and told me not to be a smart ass. he was cool. home's okay. i've been having symptoms of schitzophrenia, such as hearing my wall tell me to shut up, i screamed at my sister outside (she wasnt outside, though i swear i saw her) i am seeing imaginary bugs on my books and papers (no i'm not on drugs) and i'm overly paranoid all of a sudden. but then again i dont sleep, so that could take a big part in it. but i have a few new crushes, whether boy or girl, big or small, intelligant or intelligant, you must take guesses. well, i'll give you a clue (geez, beat it out of me) they have hair. well i'm going to go start on my ghetto collage and listen to avril levigne because i'm a hippokrit (yes i know i spelled it wrong) and have decided i like her songs about self respect!! toodles to you.

i cant wait for jour de fete, i have to find morgan and rachel there, but yeah. i want to go to the Orris because Rescue is playing and i love that band, plus the keyboard/guitar player is hot. but i wont ask for his autograph like some girls. the garage sale is still going on and all together our money equals about $200. the rest is going to good will and we're closing up at 11 am.
but, these creepy mexican guys (not that i have problems with mexicans) keep driving by, and staring. they've been by about 4 times now, and they went by yesterday too. the next door neighbor here is nice though. he blares his radio for us. at least it's good music. well, who here watched the opening of the olympics last night? anyone? well it was awesome. these people looked like statues portraying the greek myths and the story of the olympic's origin. it was awesome!! and then after i went outside and slept in a tent. and watched what a girl wants. but i'm gonna go and make sure my brother isnt hurting anyone (he hasnt had his pills yet). toodles