well, basically, I'm melodramatic. And I'm making bad grades. Not really all too happy right now. I have the highest grade in my IPC class, also the only A, but I still have a 92. I don't care if I'm better than the idiots in that class, I'm still stupid and that sucks. I've been constantly sick for about a month now. And I don't think it's getting better.

One a lighter note, I find out what part in the cast of the three musketeers that I got tomorrow. I'm pretty darn sure that I got a role or at least some crew position, but the question is, what part did I get? Also, the first rehearsal is tomorrow, so finally I have something to do other than play hours and hours of runescape after school every day. (I have to go to the bathroom. brb.) (back, and a lot happier too)

For the record, I wanted to be D'artagnan, I probably won't get it, but that's what I want to be. If I get it, then everyone has to comment at least once on the post that I say I got it on. If I don't, well then you can all go about your daily lived and not comment, which it seems like you are doing a great job of right now anyway. have a great day everyone. |

What Anime Vampire Are You?

well, I'm a girl O.o |

Testiiiing

-Amy |

well, basically, I don't want school to start, I want a holiday. Actually, I want a snow day, that'd be the greatest. Let's all move to michigan and have a snow day. All of Lake Jackson.

The rain beat hard on the ground as the couple sat outside, tears mixing with rain water as they dripped down their faces. Tears filled their eyes, but really they felt nothing. ecstacy and apathy mixed together, regret that something that's been for so long is finally drifting out of existence, but really it doesn't matter. They both wanted it to end. They both cry that it happend...

Today was fun, had ourselves a good ol' get together. I'm really sick right now. I drank like 10 juice boxes and a soda can, and then I ate 5 or 6 pieces of pizza. basically, I'm gonna throw up. Tim had 8 pounds! of licorice. it was awful. Everything in Tim's house tasted really bad, he had like melted old chocolate and yucky juice boxes, but his house was still really cool. His mom was awesome and she bought us pizza. The perfect kind of parent, one that gets us food and then leaves us alone, though I really wouldn't have minded much if she had sat and watched the movies with us. She seemed really nice. We watched Willy Wonka, which is truly a work of pure genious and every line Willy Wonka says in the movie is spectacular. Every scene is so perfectly done, every song so perfectly writen. They even managed to make orange midgets not be creepy.

Why do I have to be mediocre intelligent? I'm so close to being truly smart, but I'm not. I can't even fake being intelligent, I'm too smart, and too stupid to. or maybe I'm just ignorant.

Kelsi, I'm sorry that you didn't get to hang out with us this week, perhaps next week.

Sean, I'm really really sorry about your dad, I hope he heals really fast, and the surgery is a complete suckess, and they drug him up so much that he doesn't feel any pain. I hope he heals completely and that he doesn't limp for a long time after.

Have a great week everyone! |

well, basically, I don't want school to start, I want a holiday. Actually, I want a snow day, that'd be the greatest. Let's all move to michigan and have a snow day. All of Lake Jackson.

The rain beat hard on the ground as the couple sat outside, tears mixing with rain water as they dripped down their faces. Tears filled their eyes, but really they felt nothing. ecstacy and apathy mixed together, regret that something that's been for so long is finally drifting out of existence, but really it doesn't matter. They both wanted it to end. They both cry that it happend.,, |

I think I've decided to be 7 again, to forget everything I've learned and all the knowledge and maturity I've gained. I think maturity is crap. Why do we need it? if everyone were careless and free like little kids, we'd all starve to death, but we'd be happier. One of the best parts of my life was when we would play four square before church when I was about 9. Every day we'd have a fast moving line and we were all so weak and slow that the game was playable. Now I have too much strength and I'm too big to actually play four square, but there must be some game out there that I can still play at my age. I need something. Not a sport, I don't want to compete, I just want to play. I'm pretty much out of the energy to pretend to I know anything about this world. So often i wish I was stupid so I could just not understand anything. I want to be mentally impared. Then maybe I wouldn't crave to be perfect so strongly. To be better than everyone else, and I wouldn't be able to BS my way into getting people to think that I'm intelligent, because I'm really not. I just know a lot ofthings, and I figure things out fast, and I memorize things easy, but if I were really smart, then I know not to be so arrogant. So critical and verbally abusive. so melodramatic and idiocyncratic. I would know how to spell.

I guess the basic point of this is that I want childish freedom in the sense that when you're young, you don't have as many restrictions because you really are innocent. Your idea of sin is eating candy right before supper and spoiling your apetite. You don't even know that your parents have authority over you, and if you do then you don't really care cause they'll let you do all that you want to anyway. I want that kind of freedom. I want to live in a different country. I don't want cops that'll tell me not to loiter and not to jump on things and climb trees and have a good time. I don't want parents that want me to call them every time I go anywhere at all. Parents that make me go to sleep when i don't want to and take medicine that I don't need. I want my youthful stamina back. The ability to run for hours and get all sweaty and gross and not even care cause my skin is perfect and my hair is always fitting. tomorrow's gonna be a good day. we're gonna find a game to play or someting and we'll spend hours on it and we'll have a fantastic time. I hope Kelsi can come. |

well, I'm kinda really upset with blogger right now. but really appreciative of Sara, she got my comments up again. I don't know what I'd do without her. probably not have comments or something, i don't know. well anyway, speaking of Sara, I and mark had a conversation the other day about her that I was gonna post yesterday but I got too wrapped up in the dress thing.

Mark: "Yeah, girls are crazy. Lisa wakes up like 40 minutes earlier than me and she still isn't read on time and I'm ready with time to Spare.

Me: "Yeah, my sister was like that. I'll never understand."

Mark: "Like today, Lisa was crazy about getting ready. and I was talking to Sara and she said she had to get read, she took like two minutes and then she was on her way to get me. I thought that was really cool"

Me: "She's like that, and she looks really nice too"

Mark: "Yeah she does"

Not exact quotes, but close enough. I don't remember it all.


I laugh at Tony Danza, I laugh at Tony Danza, I laugh at Tony Danza... |

And now Ross has comments. Way to go, Ross. |

well last night was homecoming. what a waste of $10. but I had fun the rest of the time, and even in the school. I was able to see Sharla's hair, all fixed and vibrant. I didn't care too much for her dress, and I think she would be offended by me saying that. (most likely, not very offended, but somewhat because I'm sure she did like the dress). I would havemuch prefered her to wear something long and flowy. something with a moderate amount of decorative articles. Also, I don't care much for jewelry, which I didn't notice her wearing much of, but I didn't look very closely. I was more entranced by her illustrious hair. It completely eclipsed her dress and any jewlry that she might have been wearing. Her dress was a dark blue and not at all ornate. about half way uo the knee and slightly low cut in a U shape, with no sleaves. I like sleaves too. Not that I don't like shoulders, I just like frilly sleaves. something with a flounce at the end of the sleave and a hem at the bottom of the dress. At the top it should not be low cut, but instead should cut off right at the bottom of the neck. As for the color, I really don't care, just not dark blue, not yellow or orange or bright red. Bright red seems somewhat slutty to me.

I don't believe I've ever gone on that long about clothing before in the entirety of my life. I'm quite certain that it was her hair that started the whole thing. it was rediculously gorgious. I find somewhat of a humor in the previous sentance, but it's still true.

I asked Kelsi if she wanted to come with us, but she didn't want to. what a shame. I hope she had fun doing what she ditched us to go do.

The swimming pool at Mark's house was rather cold and avoided by all but I and Russell. They did, however have a spa thingy or whatever it was that should have been warm, only wasn't for a long time because the pilot light was out. Mark's mother and Russell took a flashlight back to look at it while we all sat in the cold spa waiting for warmth, the jets filling our swim suits with air until it felt as if we were going to float to the surface. I, being as dense and thin as I am, have always had a great deal of trouble floating and have never quite gotten the hang of it. It doesn't help any that I am terrified of water either. It was, however, rather nice to go swimming, despite the chill of the water. I had not been swimming but once in over a year and I've always enjoyed pools.

I've descided that my blog doesn't need pictures as much as it needs interesting posts, so from now on I'm going to try and make my posts as interesting as I possibly can without breaking reality and going into making things up. and if that doesn't work, then I guess I'll start making things up. Also, my posts will probably begin to be rediculously long from now on. |

well my blog's on it's way, though I've pretty much given up on ever getting comments I think. it's slowly becoming something that I like. it seems a little plain though, overdone with no real substance. I need pictures or something. it seems dull. |

I really really really want to figure out how to put comments up. |

well, I finally had time to sit down and figure out how to move windows around the screen, so I fixed it up and I finally got more space for my blog. I think i'll add a little more space to it. I'll do that now. |

well, I haven't blogged in a long time. what's happend since 3 days ago? I broke up with Sarah thursday, and I've been pretty sick recently. I started actually trying to do a good job on my algebra 2 work and not just trying to do it twice as fast as everyone, so now I'm getting really good grades instead of mediocre and I'm still finishing faster than almost everyone. what a horribly arrogant thing to say. I think I'll post it and then edit it out tomorrow, because it is true and do want to brag about it, but I don't want to seem too arrogant.

Well, I like Kesli a lot, and I think she likes me too, and that's really cool. She's really awesome.

Me and Phillip went to the drama costume closet today and picked out hats for hat day. it was the greatest, I got this hat that looked like the hat that buzz lightyear had when he was misses Nesbit, and Phillip had this crazy face mask thing and he kept trying to get a drink fromt he water fountains and forgetting to lift of the face mask and it would get all wet. Everywhere we went we got weird looks. My first period teacher said "oh my god! the moment I walked in the door" and my second period teacher said "I think that's the greatest hat I've seen all day" and my third period teacher (miss soledade) just looked at me and phillip weird. it was wonderful. I had a really great day.

I really want to go see Cotton Patch Gospel, but it's sold out this week, I think I'm gonna get tickets for next week as soon as I can. I hear it's really good.

I'm soooo glad it's the weekend. I'm sooo exhausted! well anyway, this blog is too long and I think I'll end it at this. have a great day everyone! |

tonight was almsot a dissaster. Some idiots pulled the fire alarm TWICE durring the play and both times we had to stop the play and evacuate the building until the fire department came and checked out the building, but we finished the play and only went about 40 minutes over when we were supposed to finish, and most people stayed, and we had 71 salvations! all right! well, I have so much homework and I got home at like 11 and I'm so tired and sick. I'm not going to waste any more time blogging. have a great day everyone. |

well, I got a random part in a random Heaven's Gates and Hell's flames play. So I'll be really really busy until wensday. hope ya miss me. |

gah! I had a website attached to that, but didn't stick. oh well. Gertrude stein is an author of like books and stuff about life. Maxims and things of the sort. I looked it up on google. they have gertrude stein online and stuff. it's pretty cool. I don't get the new blogger add ons. darn it, now I've got more to fiddle with. I really need to get my posts up. well, I also need to do homework sometimes today, so here it goes. adios. |

Gertrude Stein said that's enough |

I'm so glad we didn't go to my little brother's party last night. all they did was play DDR the whole time. My little brother's friend, Ryan, brought his PS2 and his mats that costed him $100 each. (they were really thick, and they didn't slide, and they were really really nice mats, but certainly not worth the extra $70).

my retainer's going to rot my teeth out. I can't possibly brush them 8 times a day. and I just get the feeling that my retainer is holding in all the crap that's going to rot my teeth. |

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Extreme
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)	Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

well, I wasn't as violent as I thought I'd be. or as lustful. all right! |

I realy need to figure out how to get comments up on my blog. I've tried soo many times, but this template is crazy complicated and I can't for the life of me figure it out.

I'm sooooo excited about the Saves the Day, Taking Back Sunday concert. I just hope dylan doesn't get it into his head to go. I don't think he would though, cause he'd have an awful time. |

well, here I am in mutlimedia, how dull. |

well, I finally did make it over to Sara's house, and I'm really worried about her hobbling around school tomorrow. She really seems to be having trouble using those crutches. Maybe after she gets a little rest she'll be doing better. Also, I found out that Jeana and Joanna live across the street from her and that Sara takes care of their animals when they go out of town. Wow, lake Jackson is small. I need to get comments up on my blog. |

the blog is coming along nicely I think, i need to go check out that fat blog again and see what's been going on on that. wow I have too much free time. well I'm gonna go ride my bike over to Sara's now and see how she's doing. |

I got my weather pixie!! I'm soo happy! now if you ever want to know the weather in Minsk, Belarus you can just visit my blog and check with ing weather #4. enjoy. |

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	High
Borderline:	Moderate
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

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