XBox

So Santa came to our house early and left a beautiful black 250 gig XBox 360 with controllers and games. It rocked. For about a day.
The package came with a 30 day XBox Live trial, but I wanted my own account, so today I went to the mall and spend $60 on a 12 month membership. So I was so excited when I got home and I was already to start gaming and having a blast and-
No. It took over half an hour to sign up. I got so pissed off that my very caring and tolerant boyfriend actually couldn't talk to me. I finally got it, after many tears, only to have the internet not work.
FINALLY, we got it. Then the parents came home.
After we did the dishes and unloaded groceries then we started to play.
We got a game of slayer and 2 games of infection in, having a blast with my boyfriend and his friend. Then it started lagging.
My sister keeps bitching about how she wants to play this stupid slayer game.
Mom also scolded my boyfriend about not protecting me and my brother while playing slayer, saying that "maybe we should play something more nice". Good it's so fucking stupid. She also says that we're not being nice to eat other. GEE MOM, I WONDER WHY. It's not like when playing video games we cuss each other out and torment each other. I wasn't even being that bad!! it makes me want school to start again just so I can have an hour without her breathing down my neck about it.
Of course, when she reads this post, she'll probably take it away and yell at me and shit because that's what she does. You know, one of the reasons I'd rather hang out at my boyfriends house instead of mine is because HIS mom doesn't yell at us all the time. Seriously. I cannot remember the last time he was over here without mom yelling at me.
I wanted an XBox so I could curse at people and kill people and be obscene and rude and horrible.
She just aked who are you chatting with and I glared at her and said no one. Obviously my attitude is because I played XBox, not because I have selfish sisters and a controlling mom.
Because we're connected to wifi, that means we have to share it with everything else that's connected to wifi. Like computers. Like the one my sister was watching a movie on while we were trying to download Halo Reach to the XBox.
And my stepdad refuses to run a cable through the family room. It doesn't matter that since we're on wifi the connection is so slow that half of the time we can't even see the game we're playing, while everyone else is playing it.
I've cried about 3 times since I've come home.
Tomorrow is a stupid fucking xmas party where we have to go to my stupid step dad's mom's house where everything is perfect in place and there's nothing to do and we're there forever. Then Friday it's another xmas party, only it's mom's dad and another hour drive to go a place with nothing to do and no one I'd like to see and another day without being around people I like. Then it's xmas eve, then xmas, and I don't even know what we're doing over break because of this thing that happened at dad's and all I want is to be home alone with just my brother so we can play Halo with James without lag and just have a good time and not have all the stupid stuff of the holidays.
The holidays are suppost to be a time of joy.
They're not.
It's about horrible family parties no one wants to go to but have to and exasting shopping for gifts that people don't even like. I just want school to start again so I can get away from my family and see my friends.
Anything but this would be nice.

Sickening

My goodness it's been a while. But I have something I want to say.
You make me sick. I read your blog since the first time you dumped her, and I actually gagged a couple of times. You honestly think you're not the bad guy? Instead of listening to the 3 who agree with you, listen to the dozens that don't.
I actually feel sick to my stomach after reading what you wrote.
I can't believe that I was thinking about forgiving you and actually being your friend again. You have a twisted sense of right and wrong, and you feel like you're such a martyr, saying "I know I deserve this, yell at me, tell me who you are and what you say about me". That is, until people stop talking about it, and then turn around and say "Nvm, I'm not that bad guy".
I can't believe you. No, actually, I can, I just don't want to. I want to believe that you're not saying that,I want to believe that someone hacked into your blog and that you're actually sorry about what you did . Not saying "I deserve it" or apologizing for attention. I want to believe that the guy I was friends with for years, the guy I stuck with when everyone else turned their backs on him, is still somewhere.
But I guess not. Because the guy I miss wouldn't do that. He would be outraged that someone would put things like that out on the internet, and would comfort the poor girl who got hurt so badly. Instead, he's the one who did the hurting. And is still doing it.
I can't forgive him for that.

Bucket List as of 10/11/11

1.Fall in love (Done)
2.Get kissed in the rain
3.Get kissed in a snowstorm
4.Get kissed in a thunderstorm
5.Adopt a puppy of my very own
6.Dance in the rain (Done)
7.Read in Central Park
8.Visit the Louvre in Paris
9.Visit the Metropolitan Museam of Art
10.Visit New York City (Done)
11.Visit New Orleans during Marti Gras
12.Finish a novel
13.Get a novel published
14.Get hauled back to the nursing home in the back of a police car
15.Get James to read a book
16.Lose my virginity (Not going to say if I have or have not online)
17.Have a book I wrote be banned
18.Visit San Fransisco
19.Spend the night in jail
20.Have a daughter
21.Read And Tango Makes Three to my child(ren)
22.Have one of my paintings in an art museam
23.Meet Basshunter (I doubt it, but I can hope)
24.Get all A's sometime during highschool
25.Finish making up my own relgion
26.Have followers of my relgion
27.See Gay Marriage made legal in the US
28.Get an XBox 360
29.Beat James at Halo on XBox 360
30.Learn to drive a motercycle
31.Have my own motercycle
32.Ride coast to coast on a bicyle
33.Go to Canada
34.Eat vegetarian Canadian bacon
35.See my Marwoodiean friends in the future
36.Grow a flower from a seed and not kill it
37.Keep some plant besides bamboo and aloe alive for more than three months
38.Have a windowsill garden
39.Get a tattoo
40.Get my nose pierced
41.Get my lip pierced
42.Get my belly button pierced
43.Get my eyebrow pierced (My bangs are so long no one would even see it)
44.Snorkel on the Great Barrier Reef
45.Eat snails in Paris
46.Read War and Peace
47.Read Pride and Predjedice
48.Learn how to spell definatly
49.Figure out why people like football so much
50.Watch competetive Rock Paper Scissors on ESPN
Damn, nothing new accomplished. Add stuff maybe?
51.Listen to a Beatles song without cringing (Unlikely)
52. Actually get a song for me and my boyfriend.
Gtg to work ttyl

How I got my Saturday School

So yesterday my best friend got her heart broken by an asshole. That was bad enough. Everyone knew he was a jerk, but was so pitiful that we hoped that she could help him out. Even when there were all the warning signs, we just closed our eyes and wished he would change. But he didn't.
The whole point of a blog is so that people can read it. I know that, and that's why I write here and not only in my diary (Which I may or may not have DON'T LOOK FOR IT). How else am I suppost to get the attention that a drama queen like me enjoys so much? Well, since I only have like one reader, I guess that doesn't really constitue for a lot of attention, but it's better than nothing.
Well, my friend's ex had a blog too. And he talked about stuff too. Mostly about their relationship. About how he was compleatly in love with his ex girlfriend, and there was this other girl. He was going to break it off with my best friend so he could go out with this girl who lived hours away, just because she was pretty. But she didn't leave her boyfriend (She did but then went back), so he didn't leave my friend. But 75% of the posts were about how he missed his ex. And how whenever he did stuff with my friend he was thinking of her.
Did I mention that he talked about what he did with her? Everything? All the intimate parts of their relationship, right up on his blog, for everyone to read.
And by everyone, I mean the mutual friends he knew were following. He knew they were following it, he was doing fucking shout outs. And he still kept talking about that stuff.
You know, maybe more people would follow my blog if I started to emotionally cheating on my boyfriend, talking about other guys that I'd want to be with. Maybe if I started talking about the personal stuff we did together, I'd break 10 people. But I can't, because I actually love my boyfriend, and I DON'T fantasize about others when I'm with him and I DON'T talk about personal stuff on my blog and also, I rarely use first names, let alone last ones!!!
God, it just pisses me off so much.
In fact, it pissed me off so much, that I yelled at him in the hallway and slapped him. That earned me a trip to the office, where I missed third hour because I was talking to an assistant principle and my guidance concelor. But since it was a one time thing, and it was pretty justified, I only got a Saturday school, not a suspension. Mom still flipped a bitch though, and I have dish duty for at least two weeks, and no home phone (Still no cell phone), and god knows what else.
Now I've got to go and tell my dad. Whoopie. He'll be super pissed too. It's funny, at school, my friends are high fiving me, and saying how that he totally deserved it. Just like when I got suspended lsat year. I guess I just do the wrong things for the right reasons. At least, I think so.
Not sure when I'll be able to write again. Ttyl, keep your chin up, no hope with dope-
Dude. Sorry, but this is crazy. Psychology can turn you off drugs better than any DARE class can. Did you know if you do coccaine for long enough, you can actually lose your ability to be happy forever? It's cause of all the dopamine (Chemical that makes you happy) is bouncing in between sensors cause the coke closes off the way to get back in, the little sensors get worn down and start to retreat, causing you to lose pleasure in every day things, like pizza or watching TV. So you keep chasing that high, doing more and more just to be happy at all. And weed? Every brain neron you have, you were born with. You never get anymore. So when you're killing brain cells smoking, they won't grow back like skin cells. They're gone, forever.
Sorry, but I thought you might want to know that. Hugs not drugs you know?
Anyway, make love not war, believe in yourself, stay in school (Maybe not Okemos cause the administrators are wack), and be true to yourself. Peace out hommies

Stuff stuff stuffy stuff stuff stuff

In lit class we're reading Beowolf, and in the opening it's describing this horrible monster. My awesome teacher asked us if we felt sympathetic, then played "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who to give us another perspective.
When listening to that, I guess it sorta made me feel like how I feel with my family. Like, it's almost exactly what it's like when I'm with them.
No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes



No one knows what it's like

To be hated

To be fated

To telling only lies



But my dreams

They aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be



I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free



No one knows what it's like

To feel these feelings

Like I do

And I blame you



No one bites back as hard

On their anger

None of my pain and woe

Can show through



But my dreams

They aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be



I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free



When my fist clenches, crack it open

Before I use it and lose my cool

When I smile, tell me some bad news

Before I laugh and act like a fool



If I swallow anything evil

Put your finger down my throat

If I shiver, please give me a blanket

Keep me warm, let me wear your coat



No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

I gtg to work, I'll let you chew on that for a while. Btw, some shit beez going down, and I wish I could talk to people about but I can't because I promised this person I wouldn't. It's not even about me, and I feel so guilty about thinking about myself when this happens. It's also making me rethink things though. If I can't even comfort this person when something like this happens, I don't know what will happen if I can't comfort them when something worse happens.
In other news, I'm sick.

Daaaaaaaaaaaamn

I really ought to be writing more shouldn't I? Well, once I get my netbook back, then I'll have more access to the comp, so I will actually write more. So yeah.
Last week in ChemCom I was super bored, and since I sit in the front row I couldn't read under my desk, so instead I got this flash of inspiration, and decided to write this piece of poetry. In advance, no, I was not high when I wrote this.
Tick tock
The mouse ran up the clock
The cuckoo sang
The blue bird rang
Laughing under the bright blue moon
Dancing round the fiddling child
Bright jewled beetles
Shimmered in the starlight
They were plucked from leaves
And under logs
To adorn hair and cloths and shoes
The madly jigging elves
Giggled as the frenzy grew
Deep drum beats echoed
Calling those who heard
They came from far and near
All a manner of fur and feathers and scales
Writhing in glorious agony
As the pulsing drums grew louder
Forming a circle around the child
They shrieked and wailed
Whirling around and around
The beating grew louder
Claws and paws and hooves beating the ground
The bright blue moon began to turn red
As one by one they all dropped dead
While the child stood calmly and played.
Whacha think? I do believe that I'll make a poll about it. Yes, yes I will!
Btw, my hair is staying natural for a while. Thank you for your reasponses, but Idk when I'll be going to the hair salon anytime soon.
That's all for now folks. Ttyl.

I despretly need inspiration

I want to write poetry or a short story or something, but the muses have deserted me. This creativity stuff comes in short, intense bursts. Like I'll write non-stop for about a week or so, then not write for several months. Drives me crazy.
Also, I've decided to go back to being a vegetarian. On the 5th, I shall eat meat only on specified days, one day a month. Like Thanksgiving, or Christmas, stuff like that.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this lack of creativity and inspiration is driving me CRAZY!!!!! I really really really reallyreallyreallyreally want to write and write and write, but in the absense of having a computer, the words have seemed to dried up. Where there were once flowing streams of honeyed words there is now only deserted wastelands. Those sweet, sweet muses called to me, their siren voices beckoning me forward, coxing the essence of my soul forth, the glourious pain of release as my fingers flew across the keyboard, unleashing the power to create worlds. From the depths of my mind sprang the beings that lived the lives I never could. Each keystroke made them more and more real, lifelike figures that one could not help but fall in love with. When they felt pain or anguish, you shed tears for their troubles. When they fell in love, you swooned in delierious joy. And when they died, you felt a little part of you die with them, lost between the black and white words across the screen. The imense power to control them fades when you realize that they are the ones in control, that you have always known them, that they were just waiting to be born. These are not just characters, they are aspects of yourself, and as time goes by they take control of the story, leading it to twists and turns that cause you to laugh and sigh at each new bend. Then.............
Nothing.
They're lost.
Gone.
It's like they died. No, not died, because then they'd still be with you. No, they vanished, abandoned you, left you there to gnash your teeth as you struggle to find them again.
They may come back, but it's only a matter of time before they leave you again, even quicker than before. One can only hope that they stay with you long enough for you to tell their story.
Man, that got a little mellow dramatic. Sorry bout that. Anyway, I better get going. It's after work and mom still hasn't picked me up. So I'll ttyl, latters.

Man I suck at this

I feel so boring right now, cause I don't have anything to write about. There isn't really anything going on in my life except the usual stuff, and my job. Well, I'm going goth too. That's one of the things I love about having my own money. No one can say "I'm not going to pay for this", cause you can pay for it yourself! Otherwise I might never have gotten my fishnets. Lolz, at this family reunion thingy on my dad's side, I wore my knee-high converse, black fishnets, black lace skirt, black "Come to the dark side we have cookies" tshirt with a little monster eating cookies on it, purple eyeliner, purple eyeshadow, dark purple lipstick, duck tape purse, and I was called "Cute". Even "Adorable". AND MOST OF THEM THOUGHT MY LITTLE SISTER WAS THE OLDER OF THE TWO OF US!!!! She wasn't even wearing anything like me, just a blueish tshirt and knee length jean shorts. I'm like, SERIOUSLY????? On the bright side, people also said that I had gotten all grown up, so maybe I got taller. Well, that's it for now. Ttyl.

I am vegetarian no more!!!

At midnight, August 5th, on the one year of me being vegetarian, while watching a combination of Family Guy and Criminal minds, I, Anna VanArsdale-Hoot, the person creating this annoyingly long wait for news that you already know, ate meat. More specifically, chicken taquitoes.
I just finished a four hour shift at the library, and need to run to get sustinance. Sustinance being lo mein, orange chicken, sweet and sour chicken, chicken and broccili, general toas chicken, and green beans. I've really really really been craving chicken for like EVER, and these are some of my favorite dishes served at my favorite food place.
Now I must go, but quickly, new polls!!!! (The last one had one vote of Modern Family.) I want to do something different with my hair, so I'm asking you guys for your opinion. Call or click today, and now I must fly. Fare thee well, my beloved readers.

The Girl Who Looked at Lightning

MWHAHAHA I'M GOING TO BORE YOU WITH MY TERRIBLE POETRY!!! Seriously though, I read this line in a book, and I started feeling all creative and shit. So I decided to write a poem/short story. I brb, cause I want it to stay under 250 words, so I'm gonna type it on Word then copy and paste.
Okay done. I'm not sure how bad it is, so you've got to tell me

The Girl Who Looked at Lightning
He saw the way she stared at the sky
Bright flashes lighting up her face
Showing the passion and longing imprinted there
He saw her pain
The desire
Wishing to be let free
He saw her standing on the hill
Not feeling the rain soaking him to the skin
Watching her close her eyes
He saw the wind beating at her dress
Whipping it around her legs
Plastered to her by the turrets of water
He saw the lighting flash across the sky
Felt the thunder shake the earth
The sting of rain on his body
He saw her raise her arms into the air
Somehow noticed the tears amidst the rain
Running down her face
He saw the lightening fork down
Striking her finger tips
Hearing the cry of pain and release
He saw the light flash through her
Watched her arch her back
Before she fell to the ground
He saw her broken body
Knowing that finally
She was whole again

Let me know what you think. Ttyl

Gahhhhhhhh

Life is really confusing right now. There's been complications in days past, and that's really cast a harsh light on things. There are things that I've been ignoring that I have to face, and I don't really like what I'm seeing.
I've started doing a video diary thing, because I read this book called Thirteen Reasons Why where this girl made a set of cassette tapes telling why she killed herself. This box of tapes is sent to the thirteen people she named, and they all listen to them. I wanted to do something like that, just in case anything ever happened to me. I'm not planning on committing suicide, I'm just saying "Just in case". And the reason it's not my blog or friends or anything is because there are somethings that I don't want even my best friends to know. And writing in my diary takes forever. What takes me about twenty minutes of writing, I can say in about three.
Today my mom asked me if I was doing drugs. I could tell she thought I was by the way she asked, and it pissed me off. I told her no, and she said "You've thought about it though haven't you." to which I answered "Well Duh! I'm a freaking teenager!". Seriously, what teenager hasn't thought about doing drugs?
The reason I stayed home is something that I'm not going to talk about where either my mom or other prying eyes can read it. This is the third time that I've started to write this, and I'm hoping I won't type anything I regret.
Anyway, tomorrow I have a French quiz I've barely studied for, cause I (Being the smart person I am) left my French binder, with the study guide, in my French class. So I've had to study from the book, and all the info is buried in layers of activities and examples and stupid stuff like that. So basically I'm screwed.
The only person who voted said "No higher powers". Idk what to do now.
I don't want to stop writing, cause I'm suppost to be doing homework, and my mom is pissed enough at me already, so I don't want her to catch me typing on my blog. I finished my lit (The only thing due tomorrow) and have to sweep the foyer, I think it is. But I'm going to be a lazy fart and just keep typing about anything and everything and nothing, all at the same time.
So if you've got something else to do, or are sick of reading my crappy rambles, then I'd stop now. Cause from here on out it's all unplanned, uncensored, uneditited rantings. Okay?
WARNING:Contents may be graphic.
Okay soooooooooooooooooooooo..............Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. The economy sucks doens't it? I'm serious. Those fucking republicans are screwing everything up!!! I'm already bored of this topic, so I'm gonna let you guys check the news out for that one.
Last Sunday was Easter, and at my church we had a can hunt instead of an Easter egg hunt. People brought in cans, and the high school group hid them like eggs for the kids to find. When the kids found them, they brought them back to a highschool supervisor and got a piece of candy in exchange. It was a ton of fun hiding the cans. There was this tree, and we called it the Tuna Tree cause we put like ten cans of tuna in it's branches. Lolz it took a while cause we would bend the branches down and place a can of tuna as far up it as we could reach. Then we'd slooooooooooowly bend the branch back up, and if we got it right, there'd be a can of tuna high up in a tree! Some of the other hiding spots were really funny too. Like a couple of my friends threw some cans waaaaaay high up in a tree, like higher than anyone could just stand on their tiptoes and reach. And I tossed a can into a section of the garden, expcecting it to stay on top of the ivy leaves. Instead it sunk beneath and wasn't able to be seen. Oops. There is also this stone wall that we hid cans in. We found a braclet in it, and I passed it on. More deets later. Now I better go, cause I'm not suppost to be on, like I said. Anyway, ttyl. Peace.

Adventures with Duck Tape

So this past weekend was the Marwood reunion, and I have a guy friend there who can make anything out of duck tape. He has ties, belts, even a fricking kilt made out of duck tape. So he made me this shiny silver braclet in about two mintues, and I decided to experiment with duck tape. I had this teal roll that I mostly used to tape up my plastic painting sheets. But I went on wikihow and looked up "Duct Tape Crafts" and found a ton of cool things to make. The thing I really liked though was a rose.
So I made this rose out of duck tape. And another. I wanted to get more duck tape to have a wider variety to make roses out of. I couldn't go last night, cause of thereapy and my mom wanting to rest. But tonight, right before we went to my grandma's, we ran by Hobby Lobby and I bought about thirty dollars worth of duck tape. I now have white, black, neon green, bright purple, shiny, and zebra. Gracie chewed up my teal, so I don't have that anymore.
So far I've made an all teal rose for my boyfriend, a neon green stem with purple for my sister, a neon green and black stem with purple and shiny for my grandma, an all teal pen rose for my mom, and a black stem with zebra rose for one of my best friends.
I have this infected rug burn and it's oozing so I'm gonna go put triple antibiotic ointment on it, then read, then go to bed. Maybe talk to my boyfriend for a while longer. I think he's my only reader now. Anyway, ttyl.

Guilt Tripping

I hate it when people try to guilt me into doing something with them. Do they think that'll make me want to do it? If anything it'll make me more likely to NOT want to do it. And if they force me along it'll just make me sulky and irritated, if not flat out angry. I wish they'd understand that it's not that I don't want to spend time with them (usually)it's that I don't want to do what ever they're trying to make me do for whatever reason. Like when my grandmother woke me up at eleven to say she and my grandfather were taking me to a teahouse at noon. I had no clean cloths, was barely awake, and had planned to spend the day doing nothing. But instead of respecting me when I said that I had no clean cloths, didn't get much sleep(I lied a bit for that), and had planned to do nothing for the first day of spring break, she tried to guild me into going with them. Which not only ticked me off, but also made me even more guilty than I already was. Ugggggggggggggg why do people have t9o be so complicated?????

Bucket List as of 3/26/11

Okay, I'm not really sure how to do this thing, but to the extent of my knowledge I think it's where you write down things you want to do before you die. So here goes:
1.Fall in love (Done)
2.Get kissed in the rain
3.Get kissed in a snowstorm
4.Get kissed in a thunderstorm
5.Adopt a puppy of my very own
6.Dance in the rain (Done)
7.Read in Central Park
8.Visit the Louvre in Paris
9.Visit the Metropolitan Museam of Art
10.Visit New York City (Done)
11.Visit New Orleans during Marti Gras
12.Finish a novel
13.Get a novel published
14.Get hauled back to the nursing home in the back of a police car
15.Get James to read a book
16.Lose my virginity (Not going to say if I have or have not online)
17.Have a book I wrote be banned
18.Visit San Fransisco
19.Spend the night in jail
20.Have a daughter
21.Read And Tango Makes Three to my child(ren)
22.Have one of my paintings in an art museam
23.Meet Basshunter (I doubt it, but I can hope)
24.Get all A's sometime during highschool
25.Finish making up my own relgion
26.Have followers of my relgion
27.See Gay Marriage made legal in the US
28.Get an XBox 360
29.Beat James at Halo on XBox 360
30.Learn to drive a motercycle
31.Have my own motercycle
32.Ride coast to coast on a bicyle
33.Go to Canada
34.Eat vegetarian Canadian bacon
35.See my Marwoodiean friends in the future
36.Grow a flower from a seed and not kill it
37.Keep some plant besides bamboo and aloe alive for more than three months
38.Have a windowsill garden
39.Get a tattoo
40.Get my nose pierced
41.Get my lip pierced
42.Get my belly button pierced
43.Get my eyebrow pierced (My bangs are so long no one would even see it)
44.Snorkel on the Great Barrier Reef
45.Eat snails in Paris
46.Read War and Peace
47.Read Pride and Predjedice
48.Learn how to spell definatly
49.Figure out why people like football so much
50.Watch competetive Rock Paper Scissors on ESPN

Sorry

I'm sorry I haven't been on in so long, but being banned is kinda hard. But I've already got my French grade up, only math and science to go! Hopefully I'll be happily blogging about the boring daily activities soon. And I know how much you ally miss that :P Until then, fare thee well

I love to wear black

My mom want's me to stop wearing so much black.
She says when you wear the same color so many times people think you're wearing the same outfit.
I love to wear black though.
It's not like I'm caking on eye liner and eye shadow and mascara and putting on black lipstick or getting facial piercings. Well, not for now anyway. The piercings and possibly lipstick are probably gonna happen sometime.
I try not to wear solid black though. Usually I wear a colored longsleeve under a tshirt or a colored tshirt over a black longsleeve.
I generally don't try to piss my mom off, but if she keeps telling me to wear bright colors, I'm gonna dig out my Halloween lipstick, find my mascara, and wear a fake lip ring until I'm old enough to get one pierced for real.
Hmmmmmmm maybe one day I'll wear my knee high converse, black leggings, distressed black mini skirt, my black cami with black lace longsleeve over it. With heavy black eyeliner, lotsa mascara, bright green eyeshadow, and deep purple lipstick. With my dragon earrings, with my hoops in the second set of piercings on my ears. Lolz I wonder how people would react.......

Snow Day

Well, today is one of those days that every kid always dreams of. The snow has gotten so bad that we don't have to go9 to school. And normally I'd love that.
Being able to stay up super late and make cupcakes, sleeping in, not worrying about schoolwork, pushing homework off a day, and being able to hang out with friends.
But not today.
This is suppost to be the third largest blizzard to hit this area in history. And I can believe that.
BECAUSE WE CAN'T EVEN GET OUT OF OUR OWN FLIPPING NEIGHBORHOOD!!!!
That pisses me off, cause I was planning on hanging out with one of my friends today. But I can't, cause the roads are blocked with about a foot of snow. And It's still coming down hard.
So to the weather gods, I'm very grateful for the snow day, but if you could make it stop snowing so hard right about now, and maybe send some plows/salt trucks through my neighborhood, I'd be eternally grateful.
Have a great snow day guys.
P.S. The one voter likes classic rock the best. I wonder who it may be :P

Incredible

You got me to listen to classic rock, and enjoy it.
You played Halo with me, even though I'm terrible.
You tell me I'm beautiful, and get me to believe you.
You make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.
You're insainly smart, and sweet, and caring, and even though you aren't perfect you're pretty damn close.
You've held me when I've cried, and made me laugh countless times.
You can make my heart skip a beat when you send me an IM.
When I'm with you I never want to leave, and when I'm not all I want to do is be there.
We've chatted online for seven hours straight, and didn't run out of things to talk about.
It's been less that two months, but it feels like it's been forever. But also like no time as passed at all.
I can talk to you about anything, and everything, and nothing.
You get me to smile when I feel down.
You make me feel so attractive and loved.
Did I mention that you're really modest too? :P
Is it really any wonder why I fell in love with you?

The Past week has been complicated

Let's see.
Well, on Tuesday, I got called down to the vice principle's office because of vandalism.
Wensday, I had an interesting therepy session, and a very bad fight with my mom.
Thursday I went to the GSA after school, and after that had a meeting with my mom, stepdad, guidance concelor, and vice principle.
Friday, the major science paper was due, and so was the lit paper, and then went to my dad's for the weekend.
Pretty interesting week eh?
Well, for the "vandalism" I got a two day suspension and a Saturday school.
I dislike that they call it "vandalism". When people hear the word "vandalism" they think of spray paint and profanity. What I did was write inspirational messages on the wall. And it came off. Things like "You're beautiful", "There's always hope", and "Never give up".
That vice principle is an asshole.
On Thursday, when the adults were there, my mom said "We were concerned about a possible expulsion" and he said "There was never anything like that" to which I replyed "Your exact words were 'If you don't say who else did this, then your education here at Okemos may be in joepordy is someone else comes forward and says that they did this with you". His responce? "I meant it as in a long term suspecsion, which could technically be jepordizing keeping up with schoolwork here at Okemos". And when my mom asked me "Did you apologize about doing this?" I said "No. Last time I left here I was crying and still denying who else did it". He said "I didn't mean to make you upset." Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I misinterperted you yelling "I don't believe you!! Tell me who else did this or you might not come back here!!" as something else.
Because that's what he was most upset about.
Someone else did it, and he thinks I know who did it.
Honestly, I'm not going to sell out my friends to save my own skin. I've taken the blame for things that weren't even my fault, so I'm not going to rat out people for things that actually ARE my fault. If that's the kind of people they want to go to Okemos, then I wouldn't want to go here anyway.
I hate their attempts to make this better, like how their suggestions that I "Join a club or do something the school allows so that you can channel this more positivly because not the idea but the actions were what's wrong!" are pure bullshit. The only reason that this made any difference is because it wasn't allowed and it didn't need permission and it was compleatly anonomus and against the rules.
It wouldn't mean anything if it was in a club where lots of happy pretty boys and girls handed out wristbands saying "Make a difference".
People say that inside, the popular boys and girls are just as insecure as you are.
They didn't seem that insecure when kicking me and hitting me and calling my a dkye and a ho and saying I was fat and ugly.
Well, I have to go now. Bye.
Oh, btw, 3 people liked milk chocolate the best, and 4 liked dark. No one liked white :). I hate white chocolate, and love dark, so I'm glad my readers have the same opinions that I do.

The New Year

When I look back, I can't believe how much has changed. I've had so many firsts in 2010 (Happy now Lizzy? :P. It said 2011 before).
First boyfriend. First real date. First Final. First time I kissed a guy that goes to Okemos. First time at a topless beach. First time I went to NYC. First time I sang at Carnegie Hall. First time I fell asleep onstage at Carnegie Hall. First time I tried out for a play in highschool. First GSA meeting. There's been a couple other firsts, but they're a little too personal to say where my mom might be reading them if yah know what I mean.
It could have been a better year.
It could have been a worse year.
I'm wondering what 2011's gonna turn out to be like.