Yoooo people of the world!

OMG I am one of 5 people in my whole district to get a perfect 6 score on one of the essays for the state testing last year. Huzzah. :)

Okay, don't people have other things to do rather than rag on and on about me (and a certain other person I refuse to mention)?

Life doesn't revolve around dating and guys (or girls); sorry to break it to ya folks.

OMG the talent show auditions are tomorrow! I'm singing "Is It True" by Johanna and I assure you that I has no connection to my life gosh. I just love the song! Wish me luck!

My story for AEP totally freaked out the people in my class and the other AEP class. Yey for me, sucks for them. :) (And I quote my buddy Hannah S: "It was a bad idea to read it at night.")

Uhm tomorrow is also the day I perform my friends play in front of the class. My character's a total spazz- like me whoo!!!

My brother wants to wear my hair extensions to school Friday for Crazy Hair Day... Uhm, okay, whatever you say.

Ohhh I saw Alice in Wonderland. Awesome movie! Johnny Dep rocked, as usual. 3-D movies rock!

I need a life. :)

OMG BOO EMO-NESS

YO YO YO I ACT SO EMO THESE DAYS!!! I SHOULD STOP!!!

And maybe lose the ghetto-gangstah-ness too. Hm

Life Sucks

My life's falling apart.
My ex boyfriend is frankly, an ass.
Some people who were my friends really aren't.
Rumors and gossip are petty and it annoys me how involved people get in those. It's silly; grow up.
Just because you have a guy friend doesn't make you cool. It doesn't make you more grown up. Get over it and solve situations more maturely.
One of my friends is in the hospital.
All my friends are drifting away.
Or maybe they just never were good friends in the first place?
The friends that were truly my friends are gone.
I'm moving in three or four weeks.

Hip
Hip
Hooray

Lalala LAUREN LAND

Yes, well I found out that my principal will be reading my story that I'm writing for AEP. So I probably have to water down some of the gruesome stuff. So you know, I seem less sadistic or something. Not that I am sadistic.

I'm listening to Owl City right now. Okay, Mad, you got me. They're actually not bad. Though Fireflies is over played. xP

Today I'm going to visit a friend in the hospital... Um. I can't tell you why she's there, but she's not on the brink of dying, in case anyone was worrying. Actually I gotta go right now. I'm gonna buy her stuffed animal so she doesn't feel lonely or something. :)

Nailpolish and Gruesome Stories

Oh wow I haven't painted my nails in a long time.. Time to debate over silver or black. I feel more silvery today. :)

I'm writing a story for AEP that is really... Well I can't find the word to describe it. Here, read some: (Tell me whatcha think...)

The corpse twitches once more and pulls me down. Get up Nessa, get up! Try as I might, the corpse is stronger and pulls me closer, clutching me in a bloody embrace as the other corpses twitch to life and onto me, descending upon me with the angry song pulsing within them. The white fear dances with the song, as the doubt screams along. Every cell of my body vibrates with the harsh melody, attempting and failing to block out the sound. I open my mouth to scream once more, but more red comes rushing out. Everything is no longer a bright red, but a horrifying bloody black. Onyx and ruby intermingle, harmonizing with the song, until everything is dark once more.

And call this a delayed reaction, but I start screaming bloody murder. Literally.

Beatboxing... I Kid You Not

It's possible to beatbox and play the flute at the same time.
Don't believe me? Just ask this guy.



He = my new idol. I tried doing it, and I did it baybee!! Well not on a song quite as difficult as this one but whatever... We start out small, and work our way up right?

And it's possible to make an instrument similar to a flute out of a carrot.

I kid you not.

It's called an ocarina....

... Y'all...

Hooray! Operation: Li'l Abner Play was a success!! No screw-ups. =) (Well except for when my pinned up pigtails fell out... Oh well. I blame Maria.)

I miss drama now... Grrr. I hate going on the bus. Like seriously, the people on my bus have nothing interesting to talk about. And nothing remotely appropriate to a delicate mind such as mine... (Me = Not so delicate but whatever.) Some info is just too much, people!

Ahhh I have a litarary analysis due tomorrow... Not even close to done... Oh well. There is no way in heck that I will be able to finish in time. I'm gonna go sleep. Nighty-night, y'all!

And yes I said "y'all". ;)

Attempted Poetry Turns Into Rant Session

In two days the play opens...
I am excited and scared.

In 23 hours I will have to face my stupid ex-boyfriend AGAIN
I am fairly frustrated.

In two days I will see an old friend again...
I am DELIGHTED. (That wasn't meant to sound sarcastic.)

In a few months I will move to Maryland...
I will angrily protest and tie myself down to a tree so I don't need to move.

In a few months I will graduate middle school..
Joy, high school.

In a few months I will start over...
Yay. Not.

In three days I have a literary analysis due...
Which I should really start.

This was meant to sound sort of poetic, but it really doesn't. Oh well, if I must complain, I shall complain with multiple 'enter' key presses. HOORAY FOR PARAGRAPHS THAT DO NOT CORRELATE TO ONE ANOTHER IN ANY WAY!