The cool Autumn breeze picked up the leaves causing them to flutter in a spiraling position. I spread my arms out and spun around giggling eventually pulling in my arms to hug myself. The sun was setting and the full moon was gaining its luster shine.
I skipped down the park path with rustling red, yellow, and orange leaves dancing with my feet. The sun's warming rays were almost completely hidden by the distant snow capped mountains and the chill was setting in.
There were still many people in the park enjoying the beautiful evening. I saw and elderly couple slowly walking side by side, hand in hand. A grin played on my lips as I watched the true love last through the ages. I continued on my walk when it seemed as if I was hit in the back of the head. I fell forward with a death wakening scream. The elderly couple came rushing over to me, but I couldn't concentrate. Immense pain traveled down my spine. My body felt as if it was being ripped open. Like a doll being torn apart at the seams. I cried out louder with increasing pain. My face began to tear and my screaming mouth only increased the agony.
The old couple looked horrified as my limbs began to tremble and tingle painfully. I reached up to the old woman for help, my ears were ringing. I had no idea if my words reached her fragile ears. I saw my hand, or what I thought was my hand. It was a gruesome bloody mess with thick hair where there wasn't blood.
The pain was so extreme. I passed out. When I came to, everyone was gone. The old couple must have ran away in fear. I felt completely fine now. What a strange episode. Maybe I had a seizure? I hale myself up and decided to head for the hospital. As I looked around, no one was in sight, but my surroundings had changed. Where was I? Gorgeous, enormous, blooming flowers surrounded me. I felt like a child in Willy Wonka's Factory. I instantly forgot about my mission and began to pick the flowers. I felt so free, so uncontrolled, one with nature. I made a bowl out of my dress, filling it with flowers. the flowers seemed to wiggle in delight as I smelled them. Dew clung to their petals and I delicately licked it off. The sweetest flavor I have ever experienced exploded in my mouth. My body radiated with energy and power. I began eating the petals along with sipping the dew. the world was at peace with me and it embraced my soul what was left of the devoured flowers, I threw on the ground and rolled in them. I couldn't explain my actions, my body had its own will. It did as it pleased. I swept and armful of flowers and nibbled sweetly on them. That's when the pain came back. My heart thumped quickly in rhythm, but began to slow to a craw. My face felt as if someone smashed it in with a bag of bricks, my bones crumpled under my skin. I passed out for a moment dreaming of a majestic beast whose fangs were covered in blood. I regained consciousness and felt something tearing at me from within my stomach. It grabbed my insides and twisted them cruelly. I cried out passing out again. The beast was back, a wolf. A wolf of pride, fur matted in blood. Its eyes were fierce and it howled in despair. I reached out for it, but came back to the flowers. The pain was unbearable. Everything went black once more. No images came.
I finally awoke in the park I had been in earlier. The sun was rising from the east. I looked down and saw the old couple covered in blood, torn open from the inside. It looked as if they were mauled by a bear. There were more bodies around me in the same condition. I sat in a pool of blood. My mouth tasted like copper and salt, my hands were covered in blood and entrails. I peered upon my completely nude body which was covered in more blood. I vomited, puking up blood. Tears ran down my face as I wiped them away with my blood stained hands. My clothes lied in shreds next to me and I picked them up wrapping what I could around me. All I could think was to flee. I ran away with tears running down my face leaving trails in my red stained face. What was this? What have I done? What have I become?
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Zombieland
Welcome to Zombieland. Remember these rules:
1. Cardio (it's a good thing to out run zombies.)
2. Double Tap. (It never hurts to kill a zombie twice.)
3. Beware of Bathrooms. (Don't get caught with your pants down.)
4. Fasten Your Seat belts. (Now that's just common sense.)
There are plenty more, but I don't want to get ahead of the basics.
Zombieland was one of the best Zombie movies of all time. Columbus's shy, gamer attitude is exactly what I look for in a guy and mixed up with Tallahassee's rough red neck antics made this movie amazing. I still can't choose. Shaun of the Dead or Zombieland.
Of course I love Dance of the Dead, but it was an independent film, and that's a whole other Zombie Category.
So we went through a 3 hour zombie make up process. I did everyone's make up. We made our own blood out of Karo Syrup. Everyone looked amazing, then we got in the car and drove an hour to the Zombieland Premier. We had to take two cars. It was Me, Dad, Crista, Cody, and John in one car then Julie, Jennifer, Aubri, and Blair in the other car. We all walked into the theater... I was pretty much the only one doing the zombie walk and growling... and the manager of the theater came up to us. We were all thinking the same thing. "Great... he's going to throw us out." And he looks at us and says, "Wow you guys look Amazing. Would you like a discount on a combo tonight? I'd be happy to take a few dollars off cause you guys dressed up." So we all accepted and got our discounts and walked into the movie. It was an AMAZING movie. Everyone must see this. I'll put up some pics of the zombie make up below. Hehe... Oxymoron maybe? Up Below? Anyways.... Afterwards we went to Walmart and were complimented by many on our ghoulish appearance, then we went home and all showered. It was one of the greatest nights of my life.
The Living Dead like Movies too!
MacZombie. RAWR!
Julie Zombie.
John Zombie.
Cody Zombie.
My Love. Crista Zombie.
Aubzombie.
All of Us.
At the Theater.
We can has Free Brains?
We rock it hard core.
1. Cardio (it's a good thing to out run zombies.)
2. Double Tap. (It never hurts to kill a zombie twice.)
3. Beware of Bathrooms. (Don't get caught with your pants down.)
4. Fasten Your Seat belts. (Now that's just common sense.)
There are plenty more, but I don't want to get ahead of the basics.
Zombieland was one of the best Zombie movies of all time. Columbus's shy, gamer attitude is exactly what I look for in a guy and mixed up with Tallahassee's rough red neck antics made this movie amazing. I still can't choose. Shaun of the Dead or Zombieland.
Of course I love Dance of the Dead, but it was an independent film, and that's a whole other Zombie Category.
So we went through a 3 hour zombie make up process. I did everyone's make up. We made our own blood out of Karo Syrup. Everyone looked amazing, then we got in the car and drove an hour to the Zombieland Premier. We had to take two cars. It was Me, Dad, Crista, Cody, and John in one car then Julie, Jennifer, Aubri, and Blair in the other car. We all walked into the theater... I was pretty much the only one doing the zombie walk and growling... and the manager of the theater came up to us. We were all thinking the same thing. "Great... he's going to throw us out." And he looks at us and says, "Wow you guys look Amazing. Would you like a discount on a combo tonight? I'd be happy to take a few dollars off cause you guys dressed up." So we all accepted and got our discounts and walked into the movie. It was an AMAZING movie. Everyone must see this. I'll put up some pics of the zombie make up below. Hehe... Oxymoron maybe? Up Below? Anyways.... Afterwards we went to Walmart and were complimented by many on our ghoulish appearance, then we went home and all showered. It was one of the greatest nights of my life.
The Living Dead like Movies too!
MacZombie. RAWR!
Julie Zombie.
John Zombie.
Cody Zombie.
My Love. Crista Zombie.
Aubzombie.
All of Us.
At the Theater.
We can has Free Brains?
We rock it hard core.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Digging in the dirt
The wind softly tossed her hair back
as she dug deeper into the earth.
She had gone as far into the orchid as she could,
until there were no visible signs of life
except for the ravens eyes that peered down at her
and the comforting moon that bathed her in soft light.
Sweat beaded on her brow and she quickly wiped it away,
smearing dirt upon her pretty face.
Her white dirt stained blouse reflected the moon beams light
and the shadows danced upon her body.
The wind whispered softly in her ear,
telling her what she'd done was right.
Six feet deep and six feet wide,
she peered up at the earth crust she could barely reach.
Her tiny fingers shuffled along the ledge
where she felt around for what she came here for.
Finally her hands found the sack,
and she began to pull.
It was heavy and hard to drag,
specially after dragging it all the way here
and digging a six foot hole.
But eventually she got it
and it fell in the hole beside her.
She gave a slight yelp as the bag untied
and revealed his face.
The face of whom had betrayed her.
He had such a smooth face and defined features.
She bent down and caressed his face,
so pale and relaxed.
His blue lips were quite the opposite from when she saw him last
all red and puffy from his passionate kissing
with a girl who was not her.
His face had been so flushed,
from the heat that him and his 'other' girlfriend had generated
and from the embarrassment he'd shown when he saw the girl,
standing in the doorway with tears running down her face.
the girl he was cheating with ran out of the room
in embarrassment
and the girl just let her run on by
She bets he regrets this all now
specially when she took the lamp
and bashed it over his head.
Only did he wake back up
when she jammed the knife
deep into his chest.
His screams didn't last long.
She smiled remembering the blood flowing
how it had designed his white sheets
in splattering designs.
The bed sheets were her canvas
and his blood was her supplies.
The wind kicked up
and snapped her out of her flashback.
She tried to reach for the edge of the hole,
but found it hard to pull herself to the surface.
She finally dug herself some stairs and exited the cavity.
She looked back in the hole,
and smiled once again as she poured the dirt over his face.
She heard the sirens from a distance
but she ignored their wails.
She kept pushing dirt into the hole
even when the red and blue lights danced on her blouse.
The cops all raised their weapons
and hid sheepishly behind their doors.
By this time she only had one more scoop of dirt
which she pushed softly into the hole
and patted gently finishing her work.
She turned to the authorities
and stabbed the shovel into the dirt.
A smile played on her lips
as the cops shakily walked towards her
and put her in cuffs.
She smiled all the way
to the station
and to her cell.
The body had been dug up
her work on display.
Her bloody art shown
to all the people
who attended the show
inside that courtroom.
Oohs and Ahhs were expressed
and the girl beamed with pride.
They all gave her praise
and charged her guilty.
Insanity was the claimed reason,
the girl knew she wasn't insane,
but she didn't voice her opinion.
No one would believe her,
and everyone had seen her work.
She had no reason to worry about what lie ahead.
She had done what she though had to be done
and who can be happier with themselves?
as she dug deeper into the earth.
She had gone as far into the orchid as she could,
until there were no visible signs of life
except for the ravens eyes that peered down at her
and the comforting moon that bathed her in soft light.
Sweat beaded on her brow and she quickly wiped it away,
smearing dirt upon her pretty face.
Her white dirt stained blouse reflected the moon beams light
and the shadows danced upon her body.
The wind whispered softly in her ear,
telling her what she'd done was right.
Six feet deep and six feet wide,
she peered up at the earth crust she could barely reach.
Her tiny fingers shuffled along the ledge
where she felt around for what she came here for.
Finally her hands found the sack,
and she began to pull.
It was heavy and hard to drag,
specially after dragging it all the way here
and digging a six foot hole.
But eventually she got it
and it fell in the hole beside her.
She gave a slight yelp as the bag untied
and revealed his face.
The face of whom had betrayed her.
He had such a smooth face and defined features.
She bent down and caressed his face,
so pale and relaxed.
His blue lips were quite the opposite from when she saw him last
all red and puffy from his passionate kissing
with a girl who was not her.
His face had been so flushed,
from the heat that him and his 'other' girlfriend had generated
and from the embarrassment he'd shown when he saw the girl,
standing in the doorway with tears running down her face.
the girl he was cheating with ran out of the room
in embarrassment
and the girl just let her run on by
She bets he regrets this all now
specially when she took the lamp
and bashed it over his head.
Only did he wake back up
when she jammed the knife
deep into his chest.
His screams didn't last long.
She smiled remembering the blood flowing
how it had designed his white sheets
in splattering designs.
The bed sheets were her canvas
and his blood was her supplies.
The wind kicked up
and snapped her out of her flashback.
She tried to reach for the edge of the hole,
but found it hard to pull herself to the surface.
She finally dug herself some stairs and exited the cavity.
She looked back in the hole,
and smiled once again as she poured the dirt over his face.
She heard the sirens from a distance
but she ignored their wails.
She kept pushing dirt into the hole
even when the red and blue lights danced on her blouse.
The cops all raised their weapons
and hid sheepishly behind their doors.
By this time she only had one more scoop of dirt
which she pushed softly into the hole
and patted gently finishing her work.
She turned to the authorities
and stabbed the shovel into the dirt.
A smile played on her lips
as the cops shakily walked towards her
and put her in cuffs.
She smiled all the way
to the station
and to her cell.
The body had been dug up
her work on display.
Her bloody art shown
to all the people
who attended the show
inside that courtroom.
Oohs and Ahhs were expressed
and the girl beamed with pride.
They all gave her praise
and charged her guilty.
Insanity was the claimed reason,
the girl knew she wasn't insane,
but she didn't voice her opinion.
No one would believe her,
and everyone had seen her work.
She had no reason to worry about what lie ahead.
She had done what she though had to be done
and who can be happier with themselves?
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Beauties and the Beast
It doesn't make sense anymore. My sisters have moved away with my mother to the opposite side of the country. And I'm only about 200 miles short of being literal. My sisters have grown up in so many ways, and they look so different. They act so different. They don't talk to me anymore. I don't even think I exist anymore. I'm nothing more than a frail memory. They've moved on to boyfriends, new school, a new father. They only call Dad for money anymore. We have no money to spare, I don't know who my sisters are, I don't think I have a grasp on their love anymore.
I look at their myspace photos and notice their defining beauty. They're gorgeous. They're growing into their adult bodies, and they're model worthy. Why am I not equivalent to their beauty. We did, after all, come out of the same womb. Kylie looks just like all the beautiful girls on myspace who take the gorgeous pictures and all the boys drool over. Of course she doesn't look JUST LIKE them, she has her own unique look, with the beauty of the gorgeous girls you imagine don't even exist. Kelsey looks like a beach model. Someone who belongs in a magazine and you know that they're not exactly real people. Just mere images on glossy paper. But both Kelsey and Kylie are real. Very real. And they came from the same parents as me. Why are they blessed with the immaculate breath taking beauty, and I'm left with the disfigured genes. None of us look anything a like, yet they both come out stunningly gorgeous. They hold their heads up high and watch the boys trip over themselves, as I follow behind them in a distorted shadow.
Both of them are so frail and skinny. They have long gorgeous hair that flows evenly. I'm heavy, large boned, and my hair is a fried nightmare. They stride with the walk of a confident woman. I shuffle of a short boy. Their faces have high cheek bones, button noses, defining jaw lines, thin necks, and piercing eyes. I have a symmetrically round face, chubby cheeks, a fat nose, plain eyes, no jaw line, a double chin, and a thick neck.
I may have more muscle than them, but what is muscle in a girl? Women are supposed to be small and defenseless, so their hero of a man can protect them and pick them up. I out weigh most the men I know, in weight and muscle. I put their masculinity to shame when they're around me. What man would want a girlfriend to one up them on the one thing they have over girls that they take the most pride in?
There's very few subjects that truly upset me, and this is one of them. I don't feel much physical pain, but the emotional pain is excruciating. It's over baring and I can't take it anymore. I'm against suicide, but there's moments in my life where the blade looks welcoming. Many of you may call me stupid for even thinking of things such as that, but if I were truly going to do it, I don't think I'd write about it on my blog (whether people read this or not). That'd be just stupid and seem as if I was searching for attention. I don't know why I write these out anyways. I clearly want someone to read it right? I actually don't care if anyone reads it or not. Burdens can be helped by laying out all that you feel out for you to look at. Maybe I am seeking attention. Maybe I'm just as pathetic of a human as the rest of this world. Maybe I am nothing.
I look at their myspace photos and notice their defining beauty. They're gorgeous. They're growing into their adult bodies, and they're model worthy. Why am I not equivalent to their beauty. We did, after all, come out of the same womb. Kylie looks just like all the beautiful girls on myspace who take the gorgeous pictures and all the boys drool over. Of course she doesn't look JUST LIKE them, she has her own unique look, with the beauty of the gorgeous girls you imagine don't even exist. Kelsey looks like a beach model. Someone who belongs in a magazine and you know that they're not exactly real people. Just mere images on glossy paper. But both Kelsey and Kylie are real. Very real. And they came from the same parents as me. Why are they blessed with the immaculate breath taking beauty, and I'm left with the disfigured genes. None of us look anything a like, yet they both come out stunningly gorgeous. They hold their heads up high and watch the boys trip over themselves, as I follow behind them in a distorted shadow.
Both of them are so frail and skinny. They have long gorgeous hair that flows evenly. I'm heavy, large boned, and my hair is a fried nightmare. They stride with the walk of a confident woman. I shuffle of a short boy. Their faces have high cheek bones, button noses, defining jaw lines, thin necks, and piercing eyes. I have a symmetrically round face, chubby cheeks, a fat nose, plain eyes, no jaw line, a double chin, and a thick neck.
I may have more muscle than them, but what is muscle in a girl? Women are supposed to be small and defenseless, so their hero of a man can protect them and pick them up. I out weigh most the men I know, in weight and muscle. I put their masculinity to shame when they're around me. What man would want a girlfriend to one up them on the one thing they have over girls that they take the most pride in?
There's very few subjects that truly upset me, and this is one of them. I don't feel much physical pain, but the emotional pain is excruciating. It's over baring and I can't take it anymore. I'm against suicide, but there's moments in my life where the blade looks welcoming. Many of you may call me stupid for even thinking of things such as that, but if I were truly going to do it, I don't think I'd write about it on my blog (whether people read this or not). That'd be just stupid and seem as if I was searching for attention. I don't know why I write these out anyways. I clearly want someone to read it right? I actually don't care if anyone reads it or not. Burdens can be helped by laying out all that you feel out for you to look at. Maybe I am seeking attention. Maybe I'm just as pathetic of a human as the rest of this world. Maybe I am nothing.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Win a Scholarship?
Yeah so college is really scaring me. I don't have money for it and I'm getting invited by all these track teams. But any kind of scholarship would be nice. So Socialvibe.com is having a scholarship contest. Whoever gets the most points by midnight November 16, wins. So.... just refresh this page about a billion times please. F5 is a wonder refresh button. Make sure you see the badges before you refresh again though. =D
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Pre-Senioritus
So it's my Senior Year. Being a Senior is so different than the rest of your years. This was before school started anyways. I felt older, and more pretty. I felt like I was respected. But then I started going to school, and I was right back next to all the other pretty girls in our school. They're just as important as me, just as respected, and ten times more pretty. This puts me back on the bottom, where I belong. I don't understand why I was born with this goddamn disease, making me muscular and fat. All the cute girls are small and frail. Their boyfriends pick them up, give them piggy back rides, hold their tiny hands, literally sweep them off their feet. You can't do that when your girlfriend weighs more than you. What man wants a girl bigger than him, lowering their masculinity? I hate school in every way possible. The school is full of dumbasses anyways, all you really do your last year of school is listen to everything you learned over the past 3 years because the teachers are just trying to embed the information they've failed to embed earlier into their brains before graduation. I hope the zombie apocalypse happens soon.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Holy Colossal Leg Hemorrhages Batman...
I think I'll go back to my nightly posting. It relieves me of my mental issues. I didn't feel the need during the summer because I simply sat on the computer all day and tweeted. And since Twitter is a mini version of a blog, I saw no sense in blogging I suppose.
But of course, you all are interested in my oh so interesting life, that I just had to start back up again. Yaaaay. I don't even know what my last blog was about. I guess I should go check before I repeat some story or something. Am I able to post Youtube videos on here? Hmmm.... I shall try... if you get a weird array of source codes, it's probably my attempt at putting a youtube video on my blog. So give me one second and I'll check my last blog.
OMFGLEGOLASARROWSANDORCSHIELDS, I never wrote about my Zombie walk?!?! Wow... that amazes me. So... On July 3rd, I went up to Oregon and stayed with my grandma, I took my cousin Joey to Seattle and we attended the Zombie walk. 3,848 zombies came and we broke the world record. I met these really cool people. They all originally met on a forum. J0z1e and KTShyGuy just got married 3 days prior to me meeting them. I met them first in line and congratulated them. Then friends met up with them, Eyeshuh, Snickers, and Pinder. (These are all their forum names). They spoke like they've known each other for such a long time, then Eyeshuh and Pinder suddenly realized they had never met in real life before. This was the first time. These people, are what I want my life to be like. J0z1e and KTShyGuy found out that J0z1e was pregnant the day after I left. I was so happy for them. They even gave their womb baby a twitter. It's the cutest thing ever. I was so excited for them... and I'm never excited for babies.
Here's a video of the zombie walk in Seattle. At 10 seconds in, that's me and mah crew. Hilarious. I don't know who's video this is, all I know is that I'm in it.
Now... bigger news... aw crap I don't think I can say it... ah hell why not. No one reads this, specially not Dylan's family.... right?
God.... I already said we were dating on here. So... erm... I guess I'm already screwed if they find this. Dylan's coming down in October to celebrate my favorite holiday with me. Halloween!!! I'm so excited I can't wait. Alrighty... erm... next time... I shall explain what it's like to be a Senior. And let me tell you, it's freaking weird.
But of course, you all are interested in my oh so interesting life, that I just had to start back up again. Yaaaay. I don't even know what my last blog was about. I guess I should go check before I repeat some story or something. Am I able to post Youtube videos on here? Hmmm.... I shall try... if you get a weird array of source codes, it's probably my attempt at putting a youtube video on my blog. So give me one second and I'll check my last blog.
OMFGLEGOLASARROWSANDORCSHIELDS, I never wrote about my Zombie walk?!?! Wow... that amazes me. So... On July 3rd, I went up to Oregon and stayed with my grandma, I took my cousin Joey to Seattle and we attended the Zombie walk. 3,848 zombies came and we broke the world record. I met these really cool people. They all originally met on a forum. J0z1e and KTShyGuy just got married 3 days prior to me meeting them. I met them first in line and congratulated them. Then friends met up with them, Eyeshuh, Snickers, and Pinder. (These are all their forum names). They spoke like they've known each other for such a long time, then Eyeshuh and Pinder suddenly realized they had never met in real life before. This was the first time. These people, are what I want my life to be like. J0z1e and KTShyGuy found out that J0z1e was pregnant the day after I left. I was so happy for them. They even gave their womb baby a twitter. It's the cutest thing ever. I was so excited for them... and I'm never excited for babies.
Here's a video of the zombie walk in Seattle. At 10 seconds in, that's me and mah crew. Hilarious. I don't know who's video this is, all I know is that I'm in it.
Now... bigger news... aw crap I don't think I can say it... ah hell why not. No one reads this, specially not Dylan's family.... right?
God.... I already said we were dating on here. So... erm... I guess I'm already screwed if they find this. Dylan's coming down in October to celebrate my favorite holiday with me. Halloween!!! I'm so excited I can't wait. Alrighty... erm... next time... I shall explain what it's like to be a Senior. And let me tell you, it's freaking weird.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Epic Tale
I left this tale on a friends Myspace bulletin... just to confuse the fuck out of him.
In a world of Magical Unicorns and lonely beavers held war against each other, Boris the Unicorn was sad and lonely. He was sick of the death and pillaging and decided to run away. The Unicorn commanders hand no idea where he went and sent out search parties for him, but Boris's hiding was of the master skills. Gretta the beaver was having the same issues. She watched as her brothers and father fought in the war. She lost several brothers and had few left. She was tired of her blood stained clothes and the blood stained battle fields. One day she packed up her clothes and some food and ran away. Her Father was a commander and he wanted her back immediately. He sent out a squad to retrieve her, but she hid so well they couldn't find her. When hiding one day, she bumped into a Unicorn and screamed. The Unicorn quickly covered her mouth and waited as the Beaver squadron passed by. She thanked the Unicorn and fell deeply in love with him. In the bushs the Beaver and Unicorn made sweet beautiful love and the Beaver found she was pregnant. They kept it secret and stayed in hiding until the baby was born. Boris and Gretta presented their Beanicorn to the generals for a hope of peace. The Generals both found it to be an abomination and killed the baby and slaughtered the parents. The end.
In a world of Magical Unicorns and lonely beavers held war against each other, Boris the Unicorn was sad and lonely. He was sick of the death and pillaging and decided to run away. The Unicorn commanders hand no idea where he went and sent out search parties for him, but Boris's hiding was of the master skills. Gretta the beaver was having the same issues. She watched as her brothers and father fought in the war. She lost several brothers and had few left. She was tired of her blood stained clothes and the blood stained battle fields. One day she packed up her clothes and some food and ran away. Her Father was a commander and he wanted her back immediately. He sent out a squad to retrieve her, but she hid so well they couldn't find her. When hiding one day, she bumped into a Unicorn and screamed. The Unicorn quickly covered her mouth and waited as the Beaver squadron passed by. She thanked the Unicorn and fell deeply in love with him. In the bushs the Beaver and Unicorn made sweet beautiful love and the Beaver found she was pregnant. They kept it secret and stayed in hiding until the baby was born. Boris and Gretta presented their Beanicorn to the generals for a hope of peace. The Generals both found it to be an abomination and killed the baby and slaughtered the parents. The end.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
rap battle between cody and i LOL
This be a song for Mac,
More traumatic than a heart attack,
Mac has hair of black,
That runs long, down her back.
She lives across the street,
She loves her red meat,
She goes into heat,
When I'm on the beat.
I know the words to use,
To make a sexy muse,
To light your sexy fuse,
To get in bed with yous.
Dylan might be British,
But I'm 1/16th Yiddish,
I think this song is finished,
Take that Dylan Deminished
Now I think you told it right
But just shut up and sit tight
This is about the boy who lives across the street
Who I feel I've known since he sucked his mamas teet
Which he stopped just 2 years ago
You d
on't worry tho
Cause he's the most metal guy around
And its pretty brutal I've found
So don't go messin wit his shit
Or ull end up in my bitch fit
Yo, I will drop a bomb,
Like the U.S. at 'Nam.
Dylan's off the chain,
He's livin' in the rain.
He plays a brutal bass,
But I'd hit him in the face.
Now step off step off
Like the rules between pamela anderson and the hoff
You don't touch and u don't look
For you don't play by the book
He puts ur guitar to shame
Cause he gets paid for his fame
Now son don't take that to heart
You just can't reach the hit chart
Mackenzie, you can't touch me,
I'm the master as you see.
My rhymes are sick,
And your words I flick.
I may not get paid,
But at least I get laid.
You think you're so cool
But I play u for a fool
Master of puppets
Oh fuck it
Ur the puppet urself
Just an imaginary played elf
I keep my pimp hand strong
And you can't do me wrong
I pull your strings
That's why u touch ur thing
And my dear boy thats not getting laid
With urself u just played
I'm about to make you cry,
And soon I'll tell you why.
Your boyfriend is a ghost,
And I've got the most.
I hide under your bed,
Surviving on your bread.
I listen when you masturbate,
And damn, I just got off, a bit too late.
Not only do u hear me masturbate
You listen to the love dylan and I make
When the bed is a rockin
U best be knockin
Some sense into your little ball
He feels so lonely and small
Well introduce ur innocent life
To my sex with a knife
Bitch u best be crying
Cause you know I'm not lying
More traumatic than a heart attack,
Mac has hair of black,
That runs long, down her back.
She lives across the street,
She loves her red meat,
She goes into heat,
When I'm on the beat.
I know the words to use,
To make a sexy muse,
To light your sexy fuse,
To get in bed with yous.
Dylan might be British,
But I'm 1/16th Yiddish,
I think this song is finished,
Take that Dylan Deminished
Now I think you told it right
But just shut up and sit tight
This is about the boy who lives across the street
Who I feel I've known since he sucked his mamas teet
Which he stopped just 2 years ago
You d
on't worry tho
Cause he's the most metal guy around
And its pretty brutal I've found
So don't go messin wit his shit
Or ull end up in my bitch fit
Yo, I will drop a bomb,
Like the U.S. at 'Nam.
Dylan's off the chain,
He's livin' in the rain.
He plays a brutal bass,
But I'd hit him in the face.
Now step off step off
Like the rules between pamela anderson and the hoff
You don't touch and u don't look
For you don't play by the book
He puts ur guitar to shame
Cause he gets paid for his fame
Now son don't take that to heart
You just can't reach the hit chart
Mackenzie, you can't touch me,
I'm the master as you see.
My rhymes are sick,
And your words I flick.
I may not get paid,
But at least I get laid.
You think you're so cool
But I play u for a fool
Master of puppets
Oh fuck it
Ur the puppet urself
Just an imaginary played elf
I keep my pimp hand strong
And you can't do me wrong
I pull your strings
That's why u touch ur thing
And my dear boy thats not getting laid
With urself u just played
I'm about to make you cry,
And soon I'll tell you why.
Your boyfriend is a ghost,
And I've got the most.
I hide under your bed,
Surviving on your bread.
I listen when you masturbate,
And damn, I just got off, a bit too late.
Not only do u hear me masturbate
You listen to the love dylan and I make
When the bed is a rockin
U best be knockin
Some sense into your little ball
He feels so lonely and small
Well introduce ur innocent life
To my sex with a knife
Bitch u best be crying
Cause you know I'm not lying
Friday, July 17, 2009
When the world comes down.
As a child, even all stages of our life, we're told to do good and we shall be rewarded. We shall get what we deserve for our charity. Life will be good for those who willing to give a helping hand. I would first off like to say what a load of shit this is.
My father and I are living proof. Ever since my father was a young boy, he always helped out and never asked for anything in return. And never did he get anything in return. People would call and ask my dad for some help. Even though he'd rather be doing something else, he jumped up and gave a helping hand. He never got paid, he never got something in return later in life. He tells me to do the same thing. People call and ask me to help out... I'm usually too lazy to really want to do it, but I do it anyways to be a nice kid and make my dad proud. Dad says that when people talk about you, they'll say things such as "Hey that Mackenzie girl is really nice. She's always helpful and never complains." I believed my father, up until recent years. Now I know what those people say. They don't say anything like that. They say "What sorry sucker can we get to do this for us? Oh hey, I'll call up Mackenzie. She lets people walk all over her. She won't mind." So they call me for help. I don't get paid, I don't get a thanks, I don't get anything. I expect karma to take it's toll and pay me back in some way. How foolish could I be to expect karma to even things out. I can't even believe I would consider thinking that.
All my life... I've done what I could for everyone else, thinking of myself last. Occasionally I would reign over everyone else, but in most cases, I'm making sure someone else is happy. I've also noticed how the pushy people who do nothing for anybody and are selfish pompous pigs get what they want. They have the money, the looks, the life. Why do they deserve any of this? Why can't I have something for being nice? Why do they get it all for being asses? These questions I still can't answer, but answer me this.
My Father and I have been trying our hardest to make everyone else happy and we've let our own loves perish for it. Debt has been building. Dad can't afford to pay any of the bills. He's paying what he can. Being in the negative money right now, we have no money for anything else, including Groceries. I've gone 2 days without eating and eventually I couldn't stand it anymore, so I called my neighbor Cody and he brought me some crackers and snacks. I've always exaggerated when I said my pantry was bare. Well I don't need to exaggerate anymore. It is literally bare. There is no food in there. I've made every possible thing I could have out of what was left. One day there was nothing left but a can of yams and marshmallows. I finished that off. Not only are we already going poor, but the renters moved out of Dad's house in Colorado, now he had to pay the $600 a month, and Mom wants her $600 Child support, and the City of Cripple Creek called Dad and wants him to move his cars or they'll remove them, and the Hospital wants to take Dad to court for not paying his bills, and suddenly my laptop breaks which costs $250 to cost, NOT counting gas expenses to get there. Karma is a lie. If there were a god, he wouldn't let us be treated like this. If I didn't think that suicide was a lame way to die, I'd totally commit it. I just don't understand how we're expected to live. We've cut most of our bills down to the bare minimum of just living. I'm taking in my piece of shit black berry and seeing what I can do because 1) it costs so much and 2) It's a piece of shit. We took out about everything we can on our TV bill.... you must understand... we need a lot of TV channels if we're expected to live. That's the type of people my father and I are. We also have cut the phone bill, the energy bill, and the water bill. AND We're STILL not making it. There's no hope for us. My father makes 5,000 dollars a month. How the hell do minimum wage families do it? Why has our charity gone unrewarded? Why can't we get ahead in life. I'm sick and tired of my life. I have few things keeping me happy and even they are withering away or are out of reach. I just don't think I can take it anymore.
My father and I are living proof. Ever since my father was a young boy, he always helped out and never asked for anything in return. And never did he get anything in return. People would call and ask my dad for some help. Even though he'd rather be doing something else, he jumped up and gave a helping hand. He never got paid, he never got something in return later in life. He tells me to do the same thing. People call and ask me to help out... I'm usually too lazy to really want to do it, but I do it anyways to be a nice kid and make my dad proud. Dad says that when people talk about you, they'll say things such as "Hey that Mackenzie girl is really nice. She's always helpful and never complains." I believed my father, up until recent years. Now I know what those people say. They don't say anything like that. They say "What sorry sucker can we get to do this for us? Oh hey, I'll call up Mackenzie. She lets people walk all over her. She won't mind." So they call me for help. I don't get paid, I don't get a thanks, I don't get anything. I expect karma to take it's toll and pay me back in some way. How foolish could I be to expect karma to even things out. I can't even believe I would consider thinking that.
All my life... I've done what I could for everyone else, thinking of myself last. Occasionally I would reign over everyone else, but in most cases, I'm making sure someone else is happy. I've also noticed how the pushy people who do nothing for anybody and are selfish pompous pigs get what they want. They have the money, the looks, the life. Why do they deserve any of this? Why can't I have something for being nice? Why do they get it all for being asses? These questions I still can't answer, but answer me this.
My Father and I have been trying our hardest to make everyone else happy and we've let our own loves perish for it. Debt has been building. Dad can't afford to pay any of the bills. He's paying what he can. Being in the negative money right now, we have no money for anything else, including Groceries. I've gone 2 days without eating and eventually I couldn't stand it anymore, so I called my neighbor Cody and he brought me some crackers and snacks. I've always exaggerated when I said my pantry was bare. Well I don't need to exaggerate anymore. It is literally bare. There is no food in there. I've made every possible thing I could have out of what was left. One day there was nothing left but a can of yams and marshmallows. I finished that off. Not only are we already going poor, but the renters moved out of Dad's house in Colorado, now he had to pay the $600 a month, and Mom wants her $600 Child support, and the City of Cripple Creek called Dad and wants him to move his cars or they'll remove them, and the Hospital wants to take Dad to court for not paying his bills, and suddenly my laptop breaks which costs $250 to cost, NOT counting gas expenses to get there. Karma is a lie. If there were a god, he wouldn't let us be treated like this. If I didn't think that suicide was a lame way to die, I'd totally commit it. I just don't understand how we're expected to live. We've cut most of our bills down to the bare minimum of just living. I'm taking in my piece of shit black berry and seeing what I can do because 1) it costs so much and 2) It's a piece of shit. We took out about everything we can on our TV bill.... you must understand... we need a lot of TV channels if we're expected to live. That's the type of people my father and I are. We also have cut the phone bill, the energy bill, and the water bill. AND We're STILL not making it. There's no hope for us. My father makes 5,000 dollars a month. How the hell do minimum wage families do it? Why has our charity gone unrewarded? Why can't we get ahead in life. I'm sick and tired of my life. I have few things keeping me happy and even they are withering away or are out of reach. I just don't think I can take it anymore.
Monday, July 13, 2009
When the World Comes to an End.
When the World comes to an end
Will You allow the light to fade?
When the World comes to an end
Will you join the Black Parade?
Take my hand and squeeze tight.
As long as we're together
Everything will be alright.
The Darkness holds no pain
no shame
no fright
Plummet in with me
I promise you we can be free
Just come with me
you'll see
When the World comes to an end
Will you allow the light to fade.
When the World comes to an end
Will you join the Black Parade?
Will You allow the light to fade?
When the World comes to an end
Will you join the Black Parade?
Take my hand and squeeze tight.
As long as we're together
Everything will be alright.
The Darkness holds no pain
no shame
no fright
Plummet in with me
I promise you we can be free
Just come with me
you'll see
When the World comes to an end
Will you allow the light to fade.
When the World comes to an end
Will you join the Black Parade?
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
My Awesome Idea for a video game.
Bah... I've been lazy and I haven't been blogging, but anyways... my awesome video game Idea.
It's called the Impossible Game.
An epic tale unfolds in a mandatory 2 and a half hour video, when the story reaches it's climax and everything is about to happen, the game says "Now it's up to you." and goes into first person with the character. It zooms in and has you go through a mandatory 3 hour tutorial on how to play the game, the rules and the general idea of the game. Finally after the tutorial it says "Are you ready? Press Start." the moment you press Start your head explodes and you die. the game then says "Game Over!" and it starts over with the mandatory 2 and a half hour video and 3 hour tutorial.
Best Game Everrrr.
It's called the Impossible Game.
An epic tale unfolds in a mandatory 2 and a half hour video, when the story reaches it's climax and everything is about to happen, the game says "Now it's up to you." and goes into first person with the character. It zooms in and has you go through a mandatory 3 hour tutorial on how to play the game, the rules and the general idea of the game. Finally after the tutorial it says "Are you ready? Press Start." the moment you press Start your head explodes and you die. the game then says "Game Over!" and it starts over with the mandatory 2 and a half hour video and 3 hour tutorial.
Best Game Everrrr.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Zombies and Tarantulas
Ha well, so much has happened and I just have been too lazy to type about it. What is my problem? Any ways... First off... the track meet.
It was so amazing, running the fastest I have ever ran against these girls. They were so fast. I was in the second heat, the slower heat. I blew away my heat, I wish I were in the faster heat, because I believe I could have pushed myself against the faster girls. I took third out of the two heats in the 100 m Dash, Fourth in the 200 m Dash, and Fifth in the 4x1 Relay. I was hoping these girls would be insanely fast, alas I had the quickest time. I had lots of fun down there and the Nevada coach said he was really proud of me. Overall it was a great experience.
When we got back, we needed to go to Oregon to see Kylie graduate from the 8th grade. We headed there only to fall into a big mess. My Mother was there with the guy she met on the internet, which turns out he's a pretty okay guy. But things were just awkward with Dad being there. Kelsey took us to this pet store where you could take out any of the animals and play with them, snakes and spiders included. I was asking questions about the tarantula because Dad said I could get one when I left to college. I just wanted to know the information about him. Later that day I asked Dad if he could get me one and he said that he would. So we went down there and got my little pet Vincent. Named after Mr. Vincent Price.
The next day things got crazy when Dad and Grandma got in a bit of a fight about Kelsey and Kylie. Dad threw a piece of paper into Grandma's face showing evidence that he was not late on paying child support. Upon doing so, Grandma threw herself on the floor and began to cry that my father was beating her, which he clearly was not. She proceeded to pull out her phone and dial 911 before I took it away from her. We ended up leaving the house in such a fit. Ever since I got back from Oregon I've been hiding in my house. I love being a hermit, it's the best thing ever.
I've been talking to Dylan a lot on Twitter, and then we moved to MSN. We talked so much and now we're kind of dating. Lol. Yeah, it goes against all his beliefs of internet relationships, but he still accepts me. I love talking to him, he's finally somebody who can understand anything I say. My insanities that I blurt out either make sense to him or he understands that they're just insanities and that I have different views on things. It's really nice being able to talk to somebody who can do that.
On July 3rd, is a Zombie Walk in Seattle, Washington. After our fight, Grandma text me saying that she wanted me to visit and that she was sorry about everything. So I think I'm going to go up there with Cody and Darby and stay with her and then on the 3rd I'll go to the Zombie Walk! Wooo! I want to do a zombie walk so bad.
So that's mainly all that's happened. Some more stuff here and there, but yeah. That's the sum of things. I guess I'll try and keep up with these again.
It was so amazing, running the fastest I have ever ran against these girls. They were so fast. I was in the second heat, the slower heat. I blew away my heat, I wish I were in the faster heat, because I believe I could have pushed myself against the faster girls. I took third out of the two heats in the 100 m Dash, Fourth in the 200 m Dash, and Fifth in the 4x1 Relay. I was hoping these girls would be insanely fast, alas I had the quickest time. I had lots of fun down there and the Nevada coach said he was really proud of me. Overall it was a great experience.
When we got back, we needed to go to Oregon to see Kylie graduate from the 8th grade. We headed there only to fall into a big mess. My Mother was there with the guy she met on the internet, which turns out he's a pretty okay guy. But things were just awkward with Dad being there. Kelsey took us to this pet store where you could take out any of the animals and play with them, snakes and spiders included. I was asking questions about the tarantula because Dad said I could get one when I left to college. I just wanted to know the information about him. Later that day I asked Dad if he could get me one and he said that he would. So we went down there and got my little pet Vincent. Named after Mr. Vincent Price.
The next day things got crazy when Dad and Grandma got in a bit of a fight about Kelsey and Kylie. Dad threw a piece of paper into Grandma's face showing evidence that he was not late on paying child support. Upon doing so, Grandma threw herself on the floor and began to cry that my father was beating her, which he clearly was not. She proceeded to pull out her phone and dial 911 before I took it away from her. We ended up leaving the house in such a fit. Ever since I got back from Oregon I've been hiding in my house. I love being a hermit, it's the best thing ever.
I've been talking to Dylan a lot on Twitter, and then we moved to MSN. We talked so much and now we're kind of dating. Lol. Yeah, it goes against all his beliefs of internet relationships, but he still accepts me. I love talking to him, he's finally somebody who can understand anything I say. My insanities that I blurt out either make sense to him or he understands that they're just insanities and that I have different views on things. It's really nice being able to talk to somebody who can do that.
On July 3rd, is a Zombie Walk in Seattle, Washington. After our fight, Grandma text me saying that she wanted me to visit and that she was sorry about everything. So I think I'm going to go up there with Cody and Darby and stay with her and then on the 3rd I'll go to the Zombie Walk! Wooo! I want to do a zombie walk so bad.
So that's mainly all that's happened. Some more stuff here and there, but yeah. That's the sum of things. I guess I'll try and keep up with these again.
Hmm... it's been a while.
I haven't posted in a long time I'm sorry.
But I don't feel like writing right now.
If I do I'll come back today... or tomorrow.
But I don't feel like writing right now.
If I do I'll come back today... or tomorrow.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Misery of Love
She clutched at her chest
taking grasp on her soul
from after the heartbreak
he caused her took it's toll.
She took the knife
and slashed her wrists
"He'll see the pain
He'll regret all he's done."
The blood seeped onto the ground
and her sight slowly faded
She slipped into a dream
that spoke to her in whispers.
Why harm yourself
when you are the innocent?
What have you done
to deserve self mutilation?
Twas not your fault
your heart was fragile.
Don't take your woes out on yourself
for you had not caused the pain.
Vengeance my sweet.
That is the only answer.
When she woke
she was weak and pale
but after some time she recovered
and slipped out her window and to his house
she stood over his bed as he slept
and he awoke to her as she wept
What are you doing here?
he cried in fear.
With her fist clutching the knife
she wiped her tears and aimed it high
He shrieked as she brought it down
upon his throat.
The next day she walked to school
with a smile that brightened the road.
Her heart had been mended
with her love with his death.
Forever her heart belonged
to the dark goddess of night.
taking grasp on her soul
from after the heartbreak
he caused her took it's toll.
She took the knife
and slashed her wrists
"He'll see the pain
He'll regret all he's done."
The blood seeped onto the ground
and her sight slowly faded
She slipped into a dream
that spoke to her in whispers.
Why harm yourself
when you are the innocent?
What have you done
to deserve self mutilation?
Twas not your fault
your heart was fragile.
Don't take your woes out on yourself
for you had not caused the pain.
Vengeance my sweet.
That is the only answer.
When she woke
she was weak and pale
but after some time she recovered
and slipped out her window and to his house
she stood over his bed as he slept
and he awoke to her as she wept
What are you doing here?
he cried in fear.
With her fist clutching the knife
she wiped her tears and aimed it high
He shrieked as she brought it down
upon his throat.
The next day she walked to school
with a smile that brightened the road.
Her heart had been mended
with her love with his death.
Forever her heart belonged
to the dark goddess of night.
Dear You
Dear You,
You hold my heart and make me want to cry
but from these eyes, my tears are dry.
Being told that you actually exist
but I can't find you in the midst.
My dreams provide that you're there
but your face never comes in clear.
Since I was young, I was told to believe,
but to believe in love is not an idea to conceive.
How can love exist, to be with one forever
when I find myself even a hard endeavor.
Through blind faith, which I fully distrust
I must trip upon you, which is unjust!
Love is nothing but a hateful lie
just to occupy our minds until we die.
You hold my heart and make me want to cry
but from these eyes, my tears are dry.
Being told that you actually exist
but I can't find you in the midst.
My dreams provide that you're there
but your face never comes in clear.
Since I was young, I was told to believe,
but to believe in love is not an idea to conceive.
How can love exist, to be with one forever
when I find myself even a hard endeavor.
Through blind faith, which I fully distrust
I must trip upon you, which is unjust!
Love is nothing but a hateful lie
just to occupy our minds until we die.
Friday, June 5, 2009
In New Mexico
So Here I am. Albuquerque, New Mexico for the Great Southwest Track & Field Classic. The Nevada coach wants me to run in the 100m Dash, 200m Dash, 4x100m Relay, and 4x200m Relay.
I might not run the 4x200 cause neither I nor him want to burn me out. So I'm super nervous, but more so excited.
I'm not even going to trek into the tale of how we got here, for I may just explode my brains all over this computer for how incomprehensible my father is. He doesn't remember anything Potter told him! Ugh... I'm not even going to start.
I should have come here alone, don't get me wrong, my dad's a good guy, but he doesn't understand plain English. I may speak of his idiocy later, after the meet. I don't need anything negative for me right now. But because of all the screw ups, I have gotten my own room with a King size bed. They were worried about me being alone.
1) Because they thought I'd be lonely
2) Because they thought I'd be a rambunctious teen doing crazy stuff and inviting boys into my room.
They don't realize that I'm a solitary creature that likes abiding by the rules. So this works out perfect for me. I did forget my toothbrush and toothpaste and razor, but thank god the counter had some cheapy ones. There's so many intimidating people here. I can see it in their eyes. I try to hold no fear in my face and I think I have accomplished that. I'm trying to strike fear into all of them as well.
All I know is that I must try my hardest and do my best. No matter what placing I take, I'll be proud of myself. Being beat is just something else in life you must deal with. A lot of these girls seem so smug though and it angers me. Why must one be so stuck up? Are you really so much better as to not converse to me when I say a polite Hello? We are going to be stuck in this elevator for a few moments, why not share some friendly words?
Or you know... you can look at me then look away. Whatever makes you happy.
I doubt any adults or actually anyone at all reads these, but I want to thank my sponsors so much. I would have never gotten here if it weren't for my sponsors pulling together in such short notice. You guys are true heroes in my eyes and you all have my out most respect.
I must wake up early now. Goodnight.
I might not run the 4x200 cause neither I nor him want to burn me out. So I'm super nervous, but more so excited.
I'm not even going to trek into the tale of how we got here, for I may just explode my brains all over this computer for how incomprehensible my father is. He doesn't remember anything Potter told him! Ugh... I'm not even going to start.
I should have come here alone, don't get me wrong, my dad's a good guy, but he doesn't understand plain English. I may speak of his idiocy later, after the meet. I don't need anything negative for me right now. But because of all the screw ups, I have gotten my own room with a King size bed. They were worried about me being alone.
1) Because they thought I'd be lonely
2) Because they thought I'd be a rambunctious teen doing crazy stuff and inviting boys into my room.
They don't realize that I'm a solitary creature that likes abiding by the rules. So this works out perfect for me. I did forget my toothbrush and toothpaste and razor, but thank god the counter had some cheapy ones. There's so many intimidating people here. I can see it in their eyes. I try to hold no fear in my face and I think I have accomplished that. I'm trying to strike fear into all of them as well.
All I know is that I must try my hardest and do my best. No matter what placing I take, I'll be proud of myself. Being beat is just something else in life you must deal with. A lot of these girls seem so smug though and it angers me. Why must one be so stuck up? Are you really so much better as to not converse to me when I say a polite Hello? We are going to be stuck in this elevator for a few moments, why not share some friendly words?
Or you know... you can look at me then look away. Whatever makes you happy.
I doubt any adults or actually anyone at all reads these, but I want to thank my sponsors so much. I would have never gotten here if it weren't for my sponsors pulling together in such short notice. You guys are true heroes in my eyes and you all have my out most respect.
I must wake up early now. Goodnight.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Just keep blaming me.
I did it. I finally did it. I quit my job. Well I gave my notice. I was going to wait a little longer, but Sheena just cut the thread. It was the last day of school and at lunch, Mrs. Potter signed me out so I could go pick up all the donations the companies promised to me, unfortunately, everyone was out for lunch. I did leave a paper at the physical therapy hall, but then I stopped by the Coffee Bar cause I needed copies of my flier. When I went in, Sheena began to chew me out. She told me that the bathroom was disgusting, the veggie tray was empty, the cups weren't stocked, and the shelves weren't clean "We're not going to clean them for you."
Um... okay bitch. Let me start with liable excuses that makes you sound like a total and utter douche bag. Let's start with, WTF?! The Veggie Tray was empty when I got there. I had to fill it up. I recall this. I chopped a tomato, and my eyes watered when I cut the onion, I almost passed out from the smell of the jalapenos, and I got the olives from the jar and I even poured the olive juice in the tray to keep them fresh. I recall all of this. Do you think I made it up?! Second, That bathroom, someone must have taken a massive shit and screwed up the whole bathroom after I left. Because I clearly recall scrubbing that toilet with bleach, cleaning around the seat as well with a sponge I wrote on in permanent marker that said "Bathroom Only". And I had to clean the disgusting sink under the curtain... I would clean the toilet with my tongue over clean that sink under the curtain out again. I DIDN'T MAKE THIS UP EITHER! I ran out of cups when I was making fraps and that means that I couldn't forget to stock the cups and the lids because I had to restock them cause I had to freaking use them. Then I went to cook some food for a customer, and I had barely ANY food dethawed. They're supposed to keep up on that. Yet when I got back, they blamed me for all this missing stuff... BUT I DID IT ALL! I don't know where the fuck it all went or what happened. Maybe I'm crazy and I just imagined I did all of this. That's gotta be it. Yup. It's not their fault. Not at all. They don't have this little Mexican Cliche that I'm not a part of.
I did need to quit, as all of you know, but this was just the last thing. So I got back tos chool and I texted Angie telling her that I needed to quit. She wanted to make sure it wasn't cause I was mad. I was mad at the time, but not at Angie. It wasn't her fault I wanted to quit and it wasn't the work. I just have a lot going on this summer and I can't be asking for every weekend off to do things. Angie asked how long she had to find somebody else and I said to take her time, I'll still cover for her until she finds someone. I'm not a mean person.
I rented S. Darko yesterday, but I never got around to watching it. I wanted to watch Donnie Darko before I watched S. Darko, so I asked Jackie if she had Donnie Darko. She said she did and then I told her I'd come back for it later just hang on to them for me. When I came back, she told me that someone stole her Donnie Darko tape, but she had S. Darko. So I had the sequel, but not the original. So... here I am... watching it online. I got the second one, but it's getting late. I don't know if I can watch it tonight... bah I can watch it tomorrow before I have to work I guess. So I'm about to go to bed. Good night.
Um... okay bitch. Let me start with liable excuses that makes you sound like a total and utter douche bag. Let's start with, WTF?! The Veggie Tray was empty when I got there. I had to fill it up. I recall this. I chopped a tomato, and my eyes watered when I cut the onion, I almost passed out from the smell of the jalapenos, and I got the olives from the jar and I even poured the olive juice in the tray to keep them fresh. I recall all of this. Do you think I made it up?! Second, That bathroom, someone must have taken a massive shit and screwed up the whole bathroom after I left. Because I clearly recall scrubbing that toilet with bleach, cleaning around the seat as well with a sponge I wrote on in permanent marker that said "Bathroom Only". And I had to clean the disgusting sink under the curtain... I would clean the toilet with my tongue over clean that sink under the curtain out again. I DIDN'T MAKE THIS UP EITHER! I ran out of cups when I was making fraps and that means that I couldn't forget to stock the cups and the lids because I had to restock them cause I had to freaking use them. Then I went to cook some food for a customer, and I had barely ANY food dethawed. They're supposed to keep up on that. Yet when I got back, they blamed me for all this missing stuff... BUT I DID IT ALL! I don't know where the fuck it all went or what happened. Maybe I'm crazy and I just imagined I did all of this. That's gotta be it. Yup. It's not their fault. Not at all. They don't have this little Mexican Cliche that I'm not a part of.
I did need to quit, as all of you know, but this was just the last thing. So I got back tos chool and I texted Angie telling her that I needed to quit. She wanted to make sure it wasn't cause I was mad. I was mad at the time, but not at Angie. It wasn't her fault I wanted to quit and it wasn't the work. I just have a lot going on this summer and I can't be asking for every weekend off to do things. Angie asked how long she had to find somebody else and I said to take her time, I'll still cover for her until she finds someone. I'm not a mean person.
I rented S. Darko yesterday, but I never got around to watching it. I wanted to watch Donnie Darko before I watched S. Darko, so I asked Jackie if she had Donnie Darko. She said she did and then I told her I'd come back for it later just hang on to them for me. When I came back, she told me that someone stole her Donnie Darko tape, but she had S. Darko. So I had the sequel, but not the original. So... here I am... watching it online. I got the second one, but it's getting late. I don't know if I can watch it tonight... bah I can watch it tomorrow before I have to work I guess. So I'm about to go to bed. Good night.
Monday, June 1, 2009
I Want to Get Lost in some Fantasy and Escape this Reality
How I love to push my nose deep into a book and be consumed by a world other than my own. With its harsh and cruel ways, burning ashes in the wounds it has lashed with entangling whips. To escape into this wondrous fantasy land with troubles and fears that are all fixed in the end, makes my heart twinge with longing to be in a fictional book. Alas, when my head clears from my books and focuses on real life, my heart is broken. The book I'm reading right now, the girl is juggling three boys. Well two boys and a man, but anyways, her story of love and chaos excites me and I want something like that myself. Not exactly be cheating with three different guys, but to be wanted by so many people and have an interesting life. Then I stand back and look at my own and realize I'm not wanted by anybody, my life is dull, I won't have a happy ending, my life is not the life of a fictional book.
Why am I not like all the other girls, or anybody my age. They all go out and drink for fun, cruise and sing really loud in the car with their friends. Make out, have sex, cut loose. Not I. I stay enclosed in my house, not because I fear to enjoy myself, but simply because I do not find joy in the things people my age do. Drinking, I find it a lack of character. No sense to drinking whatsoever to me. Drugs follow under the same thing. Making out, having sex, I really need to leave this town before I find anyone I would want to share something like that with. Cruising and singing really loud in a car with all my friends, well since I don't drink or I'm not a slut, my "friends" don't really want to hang out with me. So, I live my life on here. The internet. Where sadly, is the place where I find my real friends. I know how pathetic that sounds, but I have found so many more people with better characters on the internet than in real life. Granted, I don't truly know them, but I have probably conversed with my online friends more than any of my friends I know face to face in my entire life. You may call my life sad and pathetic, but I find it to be a bit of a sanctuary until I find my way out of this town. Don't ever let me come back. Please I beg you all. I don't know who "you all" are, but please.
My family... which consists of just my father and I, have hit a financial crisis. We simply can't afford to live. We've cut down most of our bills, I mean we can cut the Satellite out of our lives, and we could get cheaper cell phones, but other than those two bills, everything else is essential. It's all medical or gas/lighting and what not bills. How is one expected to live when one such as my father is making an amazing amount of money, yet we still don't cut it. Our house, has no food in it. Every time I open the pantry or fridge, I feel like weeping because we are so poor right now, we can't even afford to feed ourselves. I've been having nightmares lately. Usually I love my nightmares because they're like horror movies with 4-D action, but these nightmares aren't like most. They're of my father and I barely scraping by then losing it all and living in boxes or shelters. I can't count the times I have woken up sobbing and holding myself within the past few weeks. I figured once track was over, my schedule would thin out and I'll be able to calm down a bit. Not at all.
I'm going to New Mexico this Friday, I got the time off from work, but when I return, I'll be at full speed again with work. The weekend after that, Kylie really wants me to go to her graduation in Oregon. I can't take two consecutive weekends off of work, can I? I want to quit so badly, but with Angie's mother in the hospital like she is, I can't add any more stress to her life. I'm not one to allow my burdens on to someone else.
Then today, my teacher called my book I turned in to her a health hazard because of the blood I put on it. Oh... psh. I have the cleanest blood anyone in our school can claim to have. I have blood tests every month for 5 hours where they draw my blood every half hour. Sure it's slightly disgusting, but she didn't have to touch the blood drops if she didn't want to. Then she said my pictures I drew were to gory. I asked her if it was okay if I made a zombie book. Did she really expect rainbows and butterflies? I don't like when people call my work names of sorts or find it unacceptable. It really pissed me off.
I don't know what it is right now either, I'm snapping at my father. He doesn't deserve this. I'm sorry, but the way he says my name as if I'm not listening or that I'm in trouble when I hadn't done anything annoys the piss out of me. He keeps asking me what's wrong, and I truly don't know. I just want to curl up into a small ball and sleep for a very long time. Wow... this came out a lot more emotionfilled that I really wanted, but I don't feel like erasing this. Maybe I can let my non-readers know of my true inner feelings.
Why am I not like all the other girls, or anybody my age. They all go out and drink for fun, cruise and sing really loud in the car with their friends. Make out, have sex, cut loose. Not I. I stay enclosed in my house, not because I fear to enjoy myself, but simply because I do not find joy in the things people my age do. Drinking, I find it a lack of character. No sense to drinking whatsoever to me. Drugs follow under the same thing. Making out, having sex, I really need to leave this town before I find anyone I would want to share something like that with. Cruising and singing really loud in a car with all my friends, well since I don't drink or I'm not a slut, my "friends" don't really want to hang out with me. So, I live my life on here. The internet. Where sadly, is the place where I find my real friends. I know how pathetic that sounds, but I have found so many more people with better characters on the internet than in real life. Granted, I don't truly know them, but I have probably conversed with my online friends more than any of my friends I know face to face in my entire life. You may call my life sad and pathetic, but I find it to be a bit of a sanctuary until I find my way out of this town. Don't ever let me come back. Please I beg you all. I don't know who "you all" are, but please.
My family... which consists of just my father and I, have hit a financial crisis. We simply can't afford to live. We've cut down most of our bills, I mean we can cut the Satellite out of our lives, and we could get cheaper cell phones, but other than those two bills, everything else is essential. It's all medical or gas/lighting and what not bills. How is one expected to live when one such as my father is making an amazing amount of money, yet we still don't cut it. Our house, has no food in it. Every time I open the pantry or fridge, I feel like weeping because we are so poor right now, we can't even afford to feed ourselves. I've been having nightmares lately. Usually I love my nightmares because they're like horror movies with 4-D action, but these nightmares aren't like most. They're of my father and I barely scraping by then losing it all and living in boxes or shelters. I can't count the times I have woken up sobbing and holding myself within the past few weeks. I figured once track was over, my schedule would thin out and I'll be able to calm down a bit. Not at all.
I'm going to New Mexico this Friday, I got the time off from work, but when I return, I'll be at full speed again with work. The weekend after that, Kylie really wants me to go to her graduation in Oregon. I can't take two consecutive weekends off of work, can I? I want to quit so badly, but with Angie's mother in the hospital like she is, I can't add any more stress to her life. I'm not one to allow my burdens on to someone else.
Then today, my teacher called my book I turned in to her a health hazard because of the blood I put on it. Oh... psh. I have the cleanest blood anyone in our school can claim to have. I have blood tests every month for 5 hours where they draw my blood every half hour. Sure it's slightly disgusting, but she didn't have to touch the blood drops if she didn't want to. Then she said my pictures I drew were to gory. I asked her if it was okay if I made a zombie book. Did she really expect rainbows and butterflies? I don't like when people call my work names of sorts or find it unacceptable. It really pissed me off.
I don't know what it is right now either, I'm snapping at my father. He doesn't deserve this. I'm sorry, but the way he says my name as if I'm not listening or that I'm in trouble when I hadn't done anything annoys the piss out of me. He keeps asking me what's wrong, and I truly don't know. I just want to curl up into a small ball and sleep for a very long time. Wow... this came out a lot more emotionfilled that I really wanted, but I don't feel like erasing this. Maybe I can let my non-readers know of my true inner feelings.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The Sad and Lonely tale of a Desperate girl who loves Star Trek with Bloody Books.
Okay lots has been going on. First off, I realize I did not go into full detail about AFTER the track meet in state.
So this is the tale of sad and lonely desperate girl. When she was 7 years old, her family took her to Vegas for the first time. The lights and structures were amazing. And the pirate show was fantastic and at the end of the day, her parents decided to take her to the Star Trek Experience in the Hilton. The family happened to get there just a little too late though. They got up to where the Star Trek stuff was only to find it all closed down. They could still go around and look at the stuff though, so they did but soon after left. They didn't stay the next day in Vegas, they left back for home. The little girl pleaded her father to go back to the Star Trek Experience before they left, but he insisted that they go home now and that it will surely be there next year when they return.
Well life took it's course and things got hectic and the girl didn't return to Vegas again until she was 15 for a state track meet. The meet ran kind of late and her father had gone to watch her. Once the meet was over, he told her that they were going to the Star Trek Experience. The little girl was so excited and not only did she break 3 state records, she was going to finally see the Star Trek Experience. They kind of got lost in Vegas though and by the time her father found the Hilton, it was yet again, too late. Just like when she was 7 years old, they viewed all the closed down stuff and left. Her father refused to stay another day. He said that they will be back and they'll do it next time. It will still be there.
So once again, another state track meet in Vegas. The girl was now 17 years old. She once again achieved 2 state records and 3 gold medals and one silver. She was beaming with pride and her excitement only grew when she had enough time to go to the Star Trek Experience. Her father started the car and they were off. They got to the Hilton around 7 pm. Perfect timing to do all the fun stuff. They entered the Hilton and began their trek. The girl realized that they were eventually getting lost and that it was much harder to find the Star Trek exhibit than last time. They stopped by and asked some people working in the casino where the exhibit was. The man and woman laughed. "They took that out in September!" "Yeah it hasn't been here for almost a whole year."
The little girl's eyes welled up with tears and she fell to the ground sobbing. Embarrassed and pissed she ran out of the Hotel speechless. Her father tried to cheer her up, but it did no good. In a pitiful, yet slightly effective attempt, he took her to Burger King and completed her Star Trek Glass Collection. Sadly that girl will never know the joys of the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton now.
Now on another note, I was invited to come to a regional track competition in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It costs a lot of money to get there and to compete. I've been raising money by donations and what not. I have about 500 now. I've been practicing with Newland daily. He's worried though because he doesn't want rumors starting. One thing Battle Mountain is good at is starting rumors. If a female student spent time by herself with a male teacher, that automatically means she's seeing him in a sexual way right? Gawd, how I hate society. No... he is my track coach. I need his coaching. He was going to go to New Mexico with me, but Mr. Campbell (our principal) said absolutely not. I hate how a girl can't hang out with ANY guy without being suspected of a sexual relationship. It is truly quite annoying. So my father and Mr. Newland may go with me, which I have nothing against. I didn't know I could bring both of them otherwise I would have gone with that in the first place. So this is all a difficult subject right now.
Then because of thise and some other summer plans, I tried to quit my job (again). As I prepped myself to talk to my boss, I got to work and it was all closed up. Which was odd because it was 3pm on a weekday. So I unlocked the doors and began to work. Eventually Angie called and explained to me that her mother (my other boss) had become very ill and is currently having open heart surgery.
1) That's terrible and I hope Grandma (Linda) gets better.
2) WTF?! How come every time I try to quit my job something like this happens.
Angie told me she was super stressed and just couldn't deal with anything going on at the store right now. So frustrating.
School's almost out, that means finals up the butt. I've already taken my science final. I have no idea what I got on that. I took my math final and got a freaking F! I'm the only one in that class that understood what the hell we were doing. I still have to take my History Final and my Drama final.
My artistic journaling final. Hehe. This is hilarious. Okay so I've been working on this book for quite some time. Our final was to make a book. It could be a "how to" book, a children's picture book, or anything really. It just had to consist of 10 pages, 5 illustrations, and some other details here and there. Well I wrote a zombie book, yeah, big surprise. It's quite an epic tale, I need to post it on the internet sometime, but anyways, I binded it all together and all the pictures were drawn and it was complete. I was going to go home and finish it off by spraying fake blood on the cover. The next day I got to school and it wasn't until 2nd period (chemistry) that I realized I'd forgotten to spray the fake blood on my book! Since we had all taken our finals and there wasn't much to really do, we were just screwing around and nobody was really paying attention to anything really. So I looked for a sharp object and eventually a girl who has a Quilting handed me a needle. I thanked her and pricked my finger. It took me a while to get blood to bubble, but eventually I did and I dripped a few drops on my book. My friend Megan was just laughing at me and she even helped blow my blood on the paper to make it look splattered. A lot of my friends found it really cool, some found me to be completely insane, but it's okay. I told them all not to mention it to Mrs. Paull incase she doesn't accept my book.
So third period rolled around and that was Artistic Journaling. My friend Crista looks and acts like Gaz, and she gave me her yearbook to sign. So I went to the computer to find an image of Gaz to draw in Crista's Yearbook. While I was on the computer, Jennifer asked me if she wanted me to turn in my book with hers. I said go for it and she turned it in to Mrs. Paull. Mrs. Paull took my book and jokingly looked at Jennifer and said, "Is that real?" and chuckled.
Jennifer got all nervous and looked at me and said "Mackenzie! She asked the one question you told me not to answer!"
Mrs. Paull's face got serious and she looked at me. "Is it?"
and I was like "I FORGOT TO USE MY SPRAY BLOOD AND I HAD NO OTHER RESOURCES AT SCHOOL!"
Mrs. Paull's face made a face I'll never forget. She gave a hysterical laugh and said "I've never had this happen before. I don't know how to react. Way to put yourself into your art." and she accepted it.
I have no idea what grade I'm going to get on the book, but hey, I found it to be a pretty cool and unique idea.
Only 2 more days until Sims 3 comes out. I'm so excited.
And uh... I think that's all my exciting news.
Time for sleep!
So this is the tale of sad and lonely desperate girl. When she was 7 years old, her family took her to Vegas for the first time. The lights and structures were amazing. And the pirate show was fantastic and at the end of the day, her parents decided to take her to the Star Trek Experience in the Hilton. The family happened to get there just a little too late though. They got up to where the Star Trek stuff was only to find it all closed down. They could still go around and look at the stuff though, so they did but soon after left. They didn't stay the next day in Vegas, they left back for home. The little girl pleaded her father to go back to the Star Trek Experience before they left, but he insisted that they go home now and that it will surely be there next year when they return.
Well life took it's course and things got hectic and the girl didn't return to Vegas again until she was 15 for a state track meet. The meet ran kind of late and her father had gone to watch her. Once the meet was over, he told her that they were going to the Star Trek Experience. The little girl was so excited and not only did she break 3 state records, she was going to finally see the Star Trek Experience. They kind of got lost in Vegas though and by the time her father found the Hilton, it was yet again, too late. Just like when she was 7 years old, they viewed all the closed down stuff and left. Her father refused to stay another day. He said that they will be back and they'll do it next time. It will still be there.
So once again, another state track meet in Vegas. The girl was now 17 years old. She once again achieved 2 state records and 3 gold medals and one silver. She was beaming with pride and her excitement only grew when she had enough time to go to the Star Trek Experience. Her father started the car and they were off. They got to the Hilton around 7 pm. Perfect timing to do all the fun stuff. They entered the Hilton and began their trek. The girl realized that they were eventually getting lost and that it was much harder to find the Star Trek exhibit than last time. They stopped by and asked some people working in the casino where the exhibit was. The man and woman laughed. "They took that out in September!" "Yeah it hasn't been here for almost a whole year."
The little girl's eyes welled up with tears and she fell to the ground sobbing. Embarrassed and pissed she ran out of the Hotel speechless. Her father tried to cheer her up, but it did no good. In a pitiful, yet slightly effective attempt, he took her to Burger King and completed her Star Trek Glass Collection. Sadly that girl will never know the joys of the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton now.
Now on another note, I was invited to come to a regional track competition in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It costs a lot of money to get there and to compete. I've been raising money by donations and what not. I have about 500 now. I've been practicing with Newland daily. He's worried though because he doesn't want rumors starting. One thing Battle Mountain is good at is starting rumors. If a female student spent time by herself with a male teacher, that automatically means she's seeing him in a sexual way right? Gawd, how I hate society. No... he is my track coach. I need his coaching. He was going to go to New Mexico with me, but Mr. Campbell (our principal) said absolutely not. I hate how a girl can't hang out with ANY guy without being suspected of a sexual relationship. It is truly quite annoying. So my father and Mr. Newland may go with me, which I have nothing against. I didn't know I could bring both of them otherwise I would have gone with that in the first place. So this is all a difficult subject right now.
Then because of thise and some other summer plans, I tried to quit my job (again). As I prepped myself to talk to my boss, I got to work and it was all closed up. Which was odd because it was 3pm on a weekday. So I unlocked the doors and began to work. Eventually Angie called and explained to me that her mother (my other boss) had become very ill and is currently having open heart surgery.
1) That's terrible and I hope Grandma (Linda) gets better.
2) WTF?! How come every time I try to quit my job something like this happens.
Angie told me she was super stressed and just couldn't deal with anything going on at the store right now. So frustrating.
School's almost out, that means finals up the butt. I've already taken my science final. I have no idea what I got on that. I took my math final and got a freaking F! I'm the only one in that class that understood what the hell we were doing. I still have to take my History Final and my Drama final.
My artistic journaling final. Hehe. This is hilarious. Okay so I've been working on this book for quite some time. Our final was to make a book. It could be a "how to" book, a children's picture book, or anything really. It just had to consist of 10 pages, 5 illustrations, and some other details here and there. Well I wrote a zombie book, yeah, big surprise. It's quite an epic tale, I need to post it on the internet sometime, but anyways, I binded it all together and all the pictures were drawn and it was complete. I was going to go home and finish it off by spraying fake blood on the cover. The next day I got to school and it wasn't until 2nd period (chemistry) that I realized I'd forgotten to spray the fake blood on my book! Since we had all taken our finals and there wasn't much to really do, we were just screwing around and nobody was really paying attention to anything really. So I looked for a sharp object and eventually a girl who has a Quilting handed me a needle. I thanked her and pricked my finger. It took me a while to get blood to bubble, but eventually I did and I dripped a few drops on my book. My friend Megan was just laughing at me and she even helped blow my blood on the paper to make it look splattered. A lot of my friends found it really cool, some found me to be completely insane, but it's okay. I told them all not to mention it to Mrs. Paull incase she doesn't accept my book.
So third period rolled around and that was Artistic Journaling. My friend Crista looks and acts like Gaz, and she gave me her yearbook to sign. So I went to the computer to find an image of Gaz to draw in Crista's Yearbook. While I was on the computer, Jennifer asked me if she wanted me to turn in my book with hers. I said go for it and she turned it in to Mrs. Paull. Mrs. Paull took my book and jokingly looked at Jennifer and said, "Is that real?" and chuckled.
Jennifer got all nervous and looked at me and said "Mackenzie! She asked the one question you told me not to answer!"
Mrs. Paull's face got serious and she looked at me. "Is it?"
and I was like "I FORGOT TO USE MY SPRAY BLOOD AND I HAD NO OTHER RESOURCES AT SCHOOL!"
Mrs. Paull's face made a face I'll never forget. She gave a hysterical laugh and said "I've never had this happen before. I don't know how to react. Way to put yourself into your art." and she accepted it.
I have no idea what grade I'm going to get on the book, but hey, I found it to be a pretty cool and unique idea.
Only 2 more days until Sims 3 comes out. I'm so excited.
And uh... I think that's all my exciting news.
Time for sleep!
Monday, May 25, 2009
Where am I again?
I've been slacking on these. I'm just too tired to write in them. My days really aren't that interesting... and I know people don't read these. Why do I keep doing these? I have no idea. Anyhow, today I had to go in to work at 7:30am. I had a total of like 3 customers so Angie just told me to close up. So I did and I came home. I rented Valkyrie and watched that. It was a pretty good movie. I love World War II movies and I love Tom Cruise. Yeah yeah, whatever. I love Tom Cruise. Leave me alone. I love his daughter. Suri... she's so freaking cute! If I have to... when I'm 26 27 ish... I will buy Tom Cruis's sperm so my child can come out looking similar to Suri. Yes... I know. I'm crazy. It's okay. I want Tim Burton's family too! They're so damn cute... all of them. I want them to adopt me. Yes... adoption sounds great. Alright... I'm rambling about something which is probably nothing. What's going on now?
Hmmm
Goodnight?
Hmmm
Goodnight?
Sunday, May 24, 2009
State Track Meet
I went to Vegas for track. On day one I beat my old 200 m dash record of 26.5 with a new record of 25.3
I also jumped 17.2 feet, my best jump ever, but of course, Mariah beat me and got a new state record of 17.5
The next day, I ran my 100 in 12.43 seconds. My old record was 12.47. I was hoping to beat it by a little more than that, but that's okay.
Our 4x1 took first too and the Incline girls were pissed. She started crying as soon as I passed her towards the finish line. I congratulated her cause she really ran a great race. But they didn't want any part in our congratulations towards them.
Yup that's about it.
I also jumped 17.2 feet, my best jump ever, but of course, Mariah beat me and got a new state record of 17.5
The next day, I ran my 100 in 12.43 seconds. My old record was 12.47. I was hoping to beat it by a little more than that, but that's okay.
Our 4x1 took first too and the Incline girls were pissed. She started crying as soon as I passed her towards the finish line. I congratulated her cause she really ran a great race. But they didn't want any part in our congratulations towards them.
Yup that's about it.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Screw you.
I hate my life.
I don't know why I continue on.
I'll never be able to quit my job, my boss will hate me forever after I do.
We don't have enough money to live.
I can never end up on top.
I'm going to go pack for tomorrow.
I don't know why I continue on.
I'll never be able to quit my job, my boss will hate me forever after I do.
We don't have enough money to live.
I can never end up on top.
I'm going to go pack for tomorrow.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Drunk Zombie Driving.
Weird day. First period was quite boring... but after that, we had the Drunk Driving Demonstration by the cops at the football field. It was kind of lame, but afterwards, they had a bunch of activities we could do. I got the beer goggles and got to try and walk a straight line. I walked in a straight line, but not exactly on the line. Does that make sense? Yeah... THEN we got to wear the beer goggles WHILE driving golf carts! That was fun. I made it out okay actually. Didn't hit any cones. then I go to ride the seat belt simulator of what it would feel like to wreck at 10 miles per hour. It tugged at my chest, but not that bad. Once we were done, everyone was just kind of sitting around and we asked if we could go to lunch and the cops were like Uh... no. Then all the teachers that went told us something different. One told us to go back to class. One told us to go to lunch. And one told us to stay there.
So I chose the safe side and just went to class. We didn't get in any trouble. I don't think. O.o When I came out to get my car for lunch... somebody wrote on all of it. It says "Zombies rock my sox!"and "I <3 Zombies". Twas quite funny.
Track was quite brutal today and I couldn't catch my breath. The wind was coming in hard and it almost seemed to be sucking the breath from us. We ran 2 300's and 2 200's. I was hurting on my last 200.... but I ran anyways. I came in really slow and I was kind of pissed at myself... but Newland said it was alright. I turned in a picture for a lostzombies.com contest. It was a contest where you had to turn in a hand written letter that begins "In the event that I am bitten by a zombie..."
this is the picture I submited.
The notes kind of hard to read, but I verified it with some online friends.... and they did successfully read it. They had to squint... but that's okay. They said it was great though.
Other than that... I've just been relaxing today. I'm really tired right now though... so I'm gunna head on out.
So I chose the safe side and just went to class. We didn't get in any trouble. I don't think. O.o When I came out to get my car for lunch... somebody wrote on all of it. It says "Zombies rock my sox!"and "I <3 Zombies". Twas quite funny.
Track was quite brutal today and I couldn't catch my breath. The wind was coming in hard and it almost seemed to be sucking the breath from us. We ran 2 300's and 2 200's. I was hurting on my last 200.... but I ran anyways. I came in really slow and I was kind of pissed at myself... but Newland said it was alright. I turned in a picture for a lostzombies.com contest. It was a contest where you had to turn in a hand written letter that begins "In the event that I am bitten by a zombie..."
this is the picture I submited.
The notes kind of hard to read, but I verified it with some online friends.... and they did successfully read it. They had to squint... but that's okay. They said it was great though.
Other than that... I've just been relaxing today. I'm really tired right now though... so I'm gunna head on out.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Dear Blog
I want to slam my face into something until I fall asleep
and don't wake up.
I'll never be able to quit my job
or get where I want in life.
and don't wake up.
I'll never be able to quit my job
or get where I want in life.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Nothing But Net
Today... was my first day
In a long time
where I had to do
ABSOLUTELY
NOTHING!
Ah. It was so nice. I didn't put pants on until about 8pm. Just ran around in my underwear until it was dark. I just sat here behind this nice computer. I love my laptop. It's my best friend. Vanessa from the Creature Feature Forums is bidding off some of Curtis's old shirts. Me being the crazed fan-girl I am... I asked "Does it still smell like Curtis?" and everyone laughed at me and called me a creeper.
So I said: haha I'm not a creeper...
just a slightly obsessed fan...
just scrub it on Curtis a bit before you ship it out Vanessa =P
So Vanessa replied:you guys scare me sometimes.
to clarify, these aren't cf shirts, they're vintage shirts from curtis' personal collection. I'm working on photographing everything and will have pictures and sizes up soon!
as for the scent issue, uh... well, they smell normal but I'll try to use my best ninja skills to steal some curtis scent. I feel all kinds of wrong typing that last sentence.
oh! and what I might do is just post the shirts here on the forums first, you can paypal the band's account or if you've got problems buying online, just send me a money order and I'll deliver it to curtis (with a shiny bow on it).
omniZombie imagined this: Vanessa: -sneaks up behind Curtis-
Curtis: -writing-
Vanessa: -viciously rubs t-shirt all of his head before running away laughing maniacally-
Curtis: -disoriented- What... what just happened? o.o
So I drew this comic. It's terrible cause I did it in like 5 minutes... but still.
http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc303/jedimastermac/comic2.jpg
Then Dylan Cameron and I got into a conversation about making out with me?! O.o
Yeah don't ask. I don't know. It was odd, but enjoyable.
And it was just internet chatter you know.
I wish my life was like this everyday.
that's it...
yes my life would be a bit less interesting if I lived just online
but hey... I'm happy.
In a long time
where I had to do
ABSOLUTELY
NOTHING!
Ah. It was so nice. I didn't put pants on until about 8pm. Just ran around in my underwear until it was dark. I just sat here behind this nice computer. I love my laptop. It's my best friend. Vanessa from the Creature Feature Forums is bidding off some of Curtis's old shirts. Me being the crazed fan-girl I am... I asked "Does it still smell like Curtis?" and everyone laughed at me and called me a creeper.
So I said: haha I'm not a creeper...
just a slightly obsessed fan...
just scrub it on Curtis a bit before you ship it out Vanessa =P
So Vanessa replied:you guys scare me sometimes.
to clarify, these aren't cf shirts, they're vintage shirts from curtis' personal collection. I'm working on photographing everything and will have pictures and sizes up soon!
as for the scent issue, uh... well, they smell normal but I'll try to use my best ninja skills to steal some curtis scent. I feel all kinds of wrong typing that last sentence.
oh! and what I might do is just post the shirts here on the forums first, you can paypal the band's account or if you've got problems buying online, just send me a money order and I'll deliver it to curtis (with a shiny bow on it).
omniZombie imagined this: Vanessa: -sneaks up behind Curtis-
Curtis: -writing-
Vanessa: -viciously rubs t-shirt all of his head before running away laughing maniacally-
Curtis: -disoriented- What... what just happened? o.o
So I drew this comic. It's terrible cause I did it in like 5 minutes... but still.
http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc303/jedimastermac/comic2.jpg
Then Dylan Cameron and I got into a conversation about making out with me?! O.o
Yeah don't ask. I don't know. It was odd, but enjoyable.
And it was just internet chatter you know.
I wish my life was like this everyday.
that's it...
yes my life would be a bit less interesting if I lived just online
but hey... I'm happy.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Woah... Time Warp.
DUN DUN DUN DUN....
SOOOOOOOOOOo
My amazing weekend. I went to zone at Yerington for track. Woke up at 6 and got on a bus at 7 and left at 7:30 and arrived in Yerington around 3. First up was my 200, which I ran and I felt completely slow. I was in first, but I felt slower than a slug melted to the track. I got first with a 26.1. This was just the preliminaries to get me into the finals. I got to the finals, but we had to wait. During this time I had to do my long jump. These were also just the preliminaries. So I jumped a 16 flat. Then Mariah came up and jumped a 16.2. Of course. So I kept my 16 and saved the rest for the finals. 20 minutes later, they called me for the finals and I jumped a 16.2 and 3/4. Mariah got a 16.9, but that's okay. I'm used to silver in long jump. Soon after I had to run the 200 finals again. I was against the faster girls with these. I felt extremely fast, like the earth rolling with me. I got a big lead and got first. My time... 26.1. -_- Same as my preliminary? Weird... but that's what it was.
That night, Crista, Nikki, Kylie, and I went to dinner at this casino. The waitress was like a 70 year old woman who was really frantic about everything. I had the seafood buffet and the lady was freaking out thinking there wasn't enough for everyone. There was. She brought Kylie her chocolate milk, ran away and returned with the grossest napkin any of us have ever seen in our lives. She handed it to Nikki and said, there's a napkin for you hun. And we're all like... "uhhhhhh thanks?"
We went back to the hotel room and Crista and I watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I think I scared Crista a little bit. But nonetheless she still liked it... I think. O.o
Now I must tell you about Greaser and Jesus. Yes, I have found Jesus and he runs track. We gave him the name Jesus cause he kind of looks like him. He was running the mile and Nikki and I were cheering him on. Nikki, Crista, and I named him Jesus because of his looks. That's the name we gave him. So as Nikki and I were cheering them on, some girls from his school were cheering for him as well. I turned to him and asked what his name was. They told me his name is R.D. but everyone calls him Jesus. Nikki and I were like OMG! WE'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE'S WHO CALL HIM JESUS?! And they told us that everyone does. We were so amazed. So after his race, I congratulated him.
Nikki, Crista, and I were all excited we talked to Jesus. He has accidentally bumped into all three of us at one point and we consider ourselves blessed after his touching. We're just retarded like that.
THEN, there's this other boy. We call him Greaser. Why do we call him Greaser. I'll show you why.
He's so cool!!! He makes me giggle everytime I see him. Not because I'm making fun of him, just because I find him so awesome to have the guts to do that. People probably make fun of him all the time, but I love him for what he does. Is it okay if I post pictures that I take of random people on the internet? They can probably sue me huh? Okay I guess they can. Oh well. I'll deal with it when it happens. He's really shy though. I tried to talk to him. I patted him on the back and said "Hey how did you do today?" and he looked at me all scared and looked down and said, "Good." and I was like... "Uhh... what events did you run?" and he looked away and went "The mile." I asked, "How did you do?" he looked down and sighed and said "5 minutes 36 seconds." and I was like "Oh nice job." Then left. He seemed really scared to talk to me... I just wanted to talk to the cool Greaser Guy! Ugh... So mean to me. :P
So the next day I ran my 100m and 4x1 relay. I ran a 12.4 in my 100 preliminary. I had to come back for the 100 finals and ran a 12.2. I felt so great. I had to wait a while for the 4x1, but finally it came. Danielle had a good start and was in about third. The baton got to Nikki and the other girls kicked into speed so Nikki fell back into about 4th. Selene got it and held 4th place. Moments before Selene got to me, I started telling myself I can catch them. I can catch them. I can catch them. The Baton came to me, and our handoff was pretty good. I set my eyes on the girl from Incline who was in first place, and I ran. I had my eyes set on no one else but her. She was about 20 meters ahead of me. I had to close the gap. The last 5 meters, I caught her gaining first place for the girls 4x1 relay. Everyone on that stands were amazed. Everyone. I had many people ask for my autograph. I was amazed lol. So many people high fived me, hugged me, congratulated me. I didn't even know who most of these people were. I got back to camp and Newland ran up to me. "You won't believe what you got." I looked confused. "Your split time was 11.58." I screamed, "WHAT?!" He was like, "11.58." I cried out again in disbelief, "WHAT?!" and he just laughed and told me good job. I was so amazed. Best race of my life.
....
I don't have a good ending right now.
Bye?
SOOOOOOOOOOo
My amazing weekend. I went to zone at Yerington for track. Woke up at 6 and got on a bus at 7 and left at 7:30 and arrived in Yerington around 3. First up was my 200, which I ran and I felt completely slow. I was in first, but I felt slower than a slug melted to the track. I got first with a 26.1. This was just the preliminaries to get me into the finals. I got to the finals, but we had to wait. During this time I had to do my long jump. These were also just the preliminaries. So I jumped a 16 flat. Then Mariah came up and jumped a 16.2. Of course. So I kept my 16 and saved the rest for the finals. 20 minutes later, they called me for the finals and I jumped a 16.2 and 3/4. Mariah got a 16.9, but that's okay. I'm used to silver in long jump. Soon after I had to run the 200 finals again. I was against the faster girls with these. I felt extremely fast, like the earth rolling with me. I got a big lead and got first. My time... 26.1. -_- Same as my preliminary? Weird... but that's what it was.
That night, Crista, Nikki, Kylie, and I went to dinner at this casino. The waitress was like a 70 year old woman who was really frantic about everything. I had the seafood buffet and the lady was freaking out thinking there wasn't enough for everyone. There was. She brought Kylie her chocolate milk, ran away and returned with the grossest napkin any of us have ever seen in our lives. She handed it to Nikki and said, there's a napkin for you hun. And we're all like... "uhhhhhh thanks?"
We went back to the hotel room and Crista and I watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I think I scared Crista a little bit. But nonetheless she still liked it... I think. O.o
Now I must tell you about Greaser and Jesus. Yes, I have found Jesus and he runs track. We gave him the name Jesus cause he kind of looks like him. He was running the mile and Nikki and I were cheering him on. Nikki, Crista, and I named him Jesus because of his looks. That's the name we gave him. So as Nikki and I were cheering them on, some girls from his school were cheering for him as well. I turned to him and asked what his name was. They told me his name is R.D. but everyone calls him Jesus. Nikki and I were like OMG! WE'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE'S WHO CALL HIM JESUS?! And they told us that everyone does. We were so amazed. So after his race, I congratulated him.
Nikki, Crista, and I were all excited we talked to Jesus. He has accidentally bumped into all three of us at one point and we consider ourselves blessed after his touching. We're just retarded like that.
THEN, there's this other boy. We call him Greaser. Why do we call him Greaser. I'll show you why.
He's so cool!!! He makes me giggle everytime I see him. Not because I'm making fun of him, just because I find him so awesome to have the guts to do that. People probably make fun of him all the time, but I love him for what he does. Is it okay if I post pictures that I take of random people on the internet? They can probably sue me huh? Okay I guess they can. Oh well. I'll deal with it when it happens. He's really shy though. I tried to talk to him. I patted him on the back and said "Hey how did you do today?" and he looked at me all scared and looked down and said, "Good." and I was like... "Uhh... what events did you run?" and he looked away and went "The mile." I asked, "How did you do?" he looked down and sighed and said "5 minutes 36 seconds." and I was like "Oh nice job." Then left. He seemed really scared to talk to me... I just wanted to talk to the cool Greaser Guy! Ugh... So mean to me. :PSo the next day I ran my 100m and 4x1 relay. I ran a 12.4 in my 100 preliminary. I had to come back for the 100 finals and ran a 12.2. I felt so great. I had to wait a while for the 4x1, but finally it came. Danielle had a good start and was in about third. The baton got to Nikki and the other girls kicked into speed so Nikki fell back into about 4th. Selene got it and held 4th place. Moments before Selene got to me, I started telling myself I can catch them. I can catch them. I can catch them. The Baton came to me, and our handoff was pretty good. I set my eyes on the girl from Incline who was in first place, and I ran. I had my eyes set on no one else but her. She was about 20 meters ahead of me. I had to close the gap. The last 5 meters, I caught her gaining first place for the girls 4x1 relay. Everyone on that stands were amazed. Everyone. I had many people ask for my autograph. I was amazed lol. So many people high fived me, hugged me, congratulated me. I didn't even know who most of these people were. I got back to camp and Newland ran up to me. "You won't believe what you got." I looked confused. "Your split time was 11.58." I screamed, "WHAT?!" He was like, "11.58." I cried out again in disbelief, "WHAT?!" and he just laughed and told me good job. I was so amazed. Best race of my life.
....
I don't have a good ending right now.
Bye?
Thursday, May 14, 2009
As if I wasn't busy enough.
Okay so I don't know if you've gotten from my posts, but my life has been really busy and hectic lately. My schedule pretty much is all the way filled. Wake up at 6:30, but I usually don't roll out of bed until 7:00 take a shower and get ready for the day. I leave my house at what I would like 7:39 but some days it's 7:45. Get to school and rest for about 5 minutes until the bell rings then go to classes until 2:35. As soon as I get out of school I drive over to the track, get dressed in my car, and go to track practice till about 4 or 4:30ish. Then after that (if I have work) I go to work from 5:00 to 8:00 and I usually have to stay a bit longer and clean. So about 8:30. Then I take the money and everything to Angie and don't get home till about 9:00. After that I get home and either make dinner for Dad or he has dinner for me. Eat, surf the internet a bit then go to sleep around 1am. Wake up and do it all over again. The days that I don't have track, I have rehearsal for a play. But I don't think I have to anymore since we technically did our show. Then on Saturdays, I have track meets in far of distant lands. So I get on a bus supppper early in the morning and go to a track meet and usually don't get home until 8ish. THEN Sunday rolls around and IF I'm not working, I usually catch up on all my shows, surf the internet and veg out all day. Hey... I think I deserve it okay. All the while I'm home, Dad nonstop nags me about cleaning up and being so messy and I'm never going to live on my own and that I'm addicted to the computer and that I'm a waste of a person and blah blah blah. Please... I want to know if it's really my fault I have suicidal and homicidal tendencies.
So I'm completely tired all the time and it's been wearing down on me. I have been snapping at people, which I never do even on the worst of days. I've been so frantic about everything. I just want to slam my face into something... really hard. I've done that a few times to the refrigerator, but I asked myself what has my fridge ever done to me except supply me with such delicious foods. Then I realized that Dad makes me clean the fridge every now and then so I continued to slam my face as hard as I could against it.
After work today, I came home planning on relaxing... UH NOPE! There's a big note on my door. It reads:
Victor
I have some people that would like to see the house May 15 (tomorrow) around 10 10:30 am.
If you have any questions call me.
-Lana.
HOW I HATE YOU SO MUCH LANA!
Okay so the house we're living in, we're only renting. My grandparents had been faithfully paying their rent every month until they moved and we asked my grandparents if we can take over the payments and just live in the house. They said sure, so we called the owner to make sure this is all good and dandy. They were like "Yeah it's fine. BUTTT.... we're selling the house. You can still stay in it... but we're selling it."
So I guess there's an agreement where you can live in the house and occupy it while it's on the market, we just have to keep it in okay condition so it can be sold. And the realitor can drop by anytime and 'Show' the house. They usually give us like a weeks notice, but lately, it's only been like a 10 hour notice.
SO.... I've been cleaning.... I've been coming back and forth doing this. I truly hate my life. So much. BUT thanks to the Creature Feature Forums... they have provided me with a podcast with Creature Feature on it. I am happily entertained in my foulest mood.
So I'm going to sign off for now...
And listen to this Creature Feature Goodness.
It makes me giddy.
So I'm completely tired all the time and it's been wearing down on me. I have been snapping at people, which I never do even on the worst of days. I've been so frantic about everything. I just want to slam my face into something... really hard. I've done that a few times to the refrigerator, but I asked myself what has my fridge ever done to me except supply me with such delicious foods. Then I realized that Dad makes me clean the fridge every now and then so I continued to slam my face as hard as I could against it.
After work today, I came home planning on relaxing... UH NOPE! There's a big note on my door. It reads:
Victor
I have some people that would like to see the house May 15 (tomorrow) around 10 10:30 am.
If you have any questions call me.
-Lana.
HOW I HATE YOU SO MUCH LANA!
Okay so the house we're living in, we're only renting. My grandparents had been faithfully paying their rent every month until they moved and we asked my grandparents if we can take over the payments and just live in the house. They said sure, so we called the owner to make sure this is all good and dandy. They were like "Yeah it's fine. BUTTT.... we're selling the house. You can still stay in it... but we're selling it."
So I guess there's an agreement where you can live in the house and occupy it while it's on the market, we just have to keep it in okay condition so it can be sold. And the realitor can drop by anytime and 'Show' the house. They usually give us like a weeks notice, but lately, it's only been like a 10 hour notice.
SO.... I've been cleaning.... I've been coming back and forth doing this. I truly hate my life. So much. BUT thanks to the Creature Feature Forums... they have provided me with a podcast with Creature Feature on it. I am happily entertained in my foulest mood.
So I'm going to sign off for now...
And listen to this Creature Feature Goodness.
It makes me giddy.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Horrible plays and amazing books.
I left my running shoes that the Civic Center >.<
So today was the day of our play. Oh you didn't know I had a play? Yeah that's for a reason. Not many people knew about it because we are just so horrible. I myself actually TRIED. Everyone didn't really care about the show. So it was terrible, but funny. Everybody forgot their lines. I was right on cue and everything. Ugh... just so stressing.
But we got through it...
Alive that is.
I finished a fantastic book today. Like I said Ellen Hopkins came to our school and talked to us and I got a free signed book from her. Well I didn't have anything for reading period. So I brought my Burned book to school and started it. It's written entirely in verse which I found annoying since it was narrative. It kind of gave me a migraine, but the story was amazing. Those of you who read my blog, which is no one, that want to read Burned by Ellen Hopkins, do not read any further in this paragraph. The story is about a mormon girl who lives under the roof of her alcoholic father who believes that women are beneath him. He keeps having children waiting for a boy. They have 7 children, later on the mother gets pregnant again with a boy. But anyways Pattyn, the mormon girl, was a typical goody too shoes mormon girl, until she met a guy and he got her drinking. The drinking took the pain away and she eventually got drunk with him often. Then they were about to have sex when her dad caught them. So he threw a fit and sent Pattyn home and threatened to kill the boy. The next day at school, the boy dumped her because of her crazy father and from there on out he began to ignore her. She was so pissed she just picked up her backpack and threw it... which was in the direction of the library windows and broke them. Then there was a new girl dating the boy who dumped her and she punched her in the face. This got her suspended from school and embarassment in her family. So her dad decided to send her to Ely with her aunt. She went to Ely and her aunt was awesome. She knew of her brother's violent and alcoholic ways. She pretty much served sanctuary for Pattyn now. While she was in Ely she met a sexy awesome cowboy and fell in love. They got closer and began making love often and Pattyn felt less and less of a mormon and more free willed. Eventually her father called and told her she had to go home. She found out that her little sister had been taking beatings from her father as well and was furious. She didn't want to go home, so she begged her boyfriend to take her away when she turned 18. He promised to come get her. She went home and one of her little sisters had started her period and accidentally left a pad in the toilet and it overflowed. The father found out and he was furious. He asked who did it and before her little sister could fess up, Pattyn said that she had did it and was sorry. Her father began to beat her. That night Pattyn lay in bed and thought more about it. She realized it's been 2 months since her last period and she was nervouse. She took a pregnancy test and found that she was pregnant. She was scared, but happy to have a little bit of Ethan (her boyfriend) in her. She called him and told him everything and he said that he was coming to get her now. He picked her up from school and a boy that she had rejected saw them and wrote down Ethan's license plate number. It was snowing and icy out and they began to drive away. They noticed police lights come on behind them and Pattyn begged Ethan to go faster. He began to go faster but then realized that they were going to wreck. He put an arm over Pattyn and the next thing Pattyn knew, she was waking up in a hospital. She asked where Ethan was at... and they told her that he had died. She lost the baby too. Pattyn was heartbroken. Her father had disowned her and told her to get out. Pattyn couldn't go back to her aunt's because her aunt's new/old boyfriend was the father of Ethan and she couldn't face him. She took out the gun that Ethan had given her incase her father ever became seriously violent, and killed everyone that had hurt her in her life. I was amazed with the ending. It was seirously astonishing. I loved it so much. I would have done the same thing in her shoes. I know how she feels... not exactly, I mean my father would never beat me and I don't have as bad a life as she, but there are similarities between me and her. Hers are far beyond intensified of what I have to go through, but I understand her looking like the bad girl for just being normal yet everyone insists that she's a rotten apple. Nobody listens to her. Nobody cares for her. She's disrespectful just for standing up for herself. It's amazing. I began to cry when Ethan had died, but an instant smile reached my face when I learned that she was going to kill everyone. Just Amazing.
Okay other than the book.... I got nothing. Anyhow.... goodbye?
So today was the day of our play. Oh you didn't know I had a play? Yeah that's for a reason. Not many people knew about it because we are just so horrible. I myself actually TRIED. Everyone didn't really care about the show. So it was terrible, but funny. Everybody forgot their lines. I was right on cue and everything. Ugh... just so stressing.
But we got through it...
Alive that is.
I finished a fantastic book today. Like I said Ellen Hopkins came to our school and talked to us and I got a free signed book from her. Well I didn't have anything for reading period. So I brought my Burned book to school and started it. It's written entirely in verse which I found annoying since it was narrative. It kind of gave me a migraine, but the story was amazing. Those of you who read my blog, which is no one, that want to read Burned by Ellen Hopkins, do not read any further in this paragraph. The story is about a mormon girl who lives under the roof of her alcoholic father who believes that women are beneath him. He keeps having children waiting for a boy. They have 7 children, later on the mother gets pregnant again with a boy. But anyways Pattyn, the mormon girl, was a typical goody too shoes mormon girl, until she met a guy and he got her drinking. The drinking took the pain away and she eventually got drunk with him often. Then they were about to have sex when her dad caught them. So he threw a fit and sent Pattyn home and threatened to kill the boy. The next day at school, the boy dumped her because of her crazy father and from there on out he began to ignore her. She was so pissed she just picked up her backpack and threw it... which was in the direction of the library windows and broke them. Then there was a new girl dating the boy who dumped her and she punched her in the face. This got her suspended from school and embarassment in her family. So her dad decided to send her to Ely with her aunt. She went to Ely and her aunt was awesome. She knew of her brother's violent and alcoholic ways. She pretty much served sanctuary for Pattyn now. While she was in Ely she met a sexy awesome cowboy and fell in love. They got closer and began making love often and Pattyn felt less and less of a mormon and more free willed. Eventually her father called and told her she had to go home. She found out that her little sister had been taking beatings from her father as well and was furious. She didn't want to go home, so she begged her boyfriend to take her away when she turned 18. He promised to come get her. She went home and one of her little sisters had started her period and accidentally left a pad in the toilet and it overflowed. The father found out and he was furious. He asked who did it and before her little sister could fess up, Pattyn said that she had did it and was sorry. Her father began to beat her. That night Pattyn lay in bed and thought more about it. She realized it's been 2 months since her last period and she was nervouse. She took a pregnancy test and found that she was pregnant. She was scared, but happy to have a little bit of Ethan (her boyfriend) in her. She called him and told him everything and he said that he was coming to get her now. He picked her up from school and a boy that she had rejected saw them and wrote down Ethan's license plate number. It was snowing and icy out and they began to drive away. They noticed police lights come on behind them and Pattyn begged Ethan to go faster. He began to go faster but then realized that they were going to wreck. He put an arm over Pattyn and the next thing Pattyn knew, she was waking up in a hospital. She asked where Ethan was at... and they told her that he had died. She lost the baby too. Pattyn was heartbroken. Her father had disowned her and told her to get out. Pattyn couldn't go back to her aunt's because her aunt's new/old boyfriend was the father of Ethan and she couldn't face him. She took out the gun that Ethan had given her incase her father ever became seriously violent, and killed everyone that had hurt her in her life. I was amazed with the ending. It was seirously astonishing. I loved it so much. I would have done the same thing in her shoes. I know how she feels... not exactly, I mean my father would never beat me and I don't have as bad a life as she, but there are similarities between me and her. Hers are far beyond intensified of what I have to go through, but I understand her looking like the bad girl for just being normal yet everyone insists that she's a rotten apple. Nobody listens to her. Nobody cares for her. She's disrespectful just for standing up for herself. It's amazing. I began to cry when Ethan had died, but an instant smile reached my face when I learned that she was going to kill everyone. Just Amazing.
Okay other than the book.... I got nothing. Anyhow.... goodbye?
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
My dreamland over reality.
Breathing. Quiet, yet so loud. I couldn't focus, yet all my attention was on one thing.
Today the world moved swiftly and I.. well I didn't move much at all. First period... my god.
What happened first period? I can't even seem to recall my first period class. Drama! Oh yes!
My nose became glued to my book. All words said didn't reach my ignorant ears. Second period, Science. As if I didn't pay enough attention in science already. He babbled on about something, and as usual, I don't pay attention, but today I wasn't even able to pretend to understand the language that came out of his mouth. Third period I was to go map testing. Map testing. The most ridiculous invention known to man. I mainly chose answers at random and I got lower scores than my last one, but these tests don't even matter. And I've passed all my test that do matter. So it doesn't even matter. The rest of the day was the same. Everything was blurred. No clear images.
At track... pain swelled within my leg. Tightening, clenching, horrible, stinging pain grasped on to the back of my leg and wouldn't let go. I went to the doctor, and they said come back tomorrow.
Work. I was told it would be slow. It wasn't. Not at all. I was busy until well after 8. Now I'm here. Hiding behind my computer. My sanctuary. Father rambles on about money problems, but luckily this computer steals my attention from the real world. Allows me to enter a dreamland I choose over my reality.
Today the world moved swiftly and I.. well I didn't move much at all. First period... my god.
What happened first period? I can't even seem to recall my first period class. Drama! Oh yes!
My nose became glued to my book. All words said didn't reach my ignorant ears. Second period, Science. As if I didn't pay enough attention in science already. He babbled on about something, and as usual, I don't pay attention, but today I wasn't even able to pretend to understand the language that came out of his mouth. Third period I was to go map testing. Map testing. The most ridiculous invention known to man. I mainly chose answers at random and I got lower scores than my last one, but these tests don't even matter. And I've passed all my test that do matter. So it doesn't even matter. The rest of the day was the same. Everything was blurred. No clear images.
At track... pain swelled within my leg. Tightening, clenching, horrible, stinging pain grasped on to the back of my leg and wouldn't let go. I went to the doctor, and they said come back tomorrow.
Work. I was told it would be slow. It wasn't. Not at all. I was busy until well after 8. Now I'm here. Hiding behind my computer. My sanctuary. Father rambles on about money problems, but luckily this computer steals my attention from the real world. Allows me to enter a dreamland I choose over my reality.
Monday, May 11, 2009
I hate it all.
Upon waking this morning... I felt beat. Just totally tired and sore. I called Dad and asked him to call in to the school and say I'll be in around 3rd period. He said he'd do it and I fell back asleep. I woke up about 9 and was still totally tired. So I slept until 10 then got up and took a shower. I was ready around 10:30... but... the damn pills that I have to take screw with my tummy and what not... so without going into great detail, I was stuck at home for another half hour or so. I came to school during 3rd period and went to Lunch with Darby only a little bit later. After 4th period I was heading up to my 5th period class and I walked by Mrs. Lindsey. She asked where I was at this morning and I told her I was sick. She looked upset and told me today we have dress rehearsal at the Civic Center from 3-6. I told her that I wouldn't be able to go because I had track then work. She looked even more upset and told me that it wasn't going to do. I have to commit.
Okay first of all, I'm the only one in that class that even TRIES to act. I'm actually a pretty good actress compared to all the people in there. And I committed to my job and track before I committed to drama. I have committed to drama as much as I can. I'm the only one who has my lines memorized, I'm the only one who has any character, and I'm the only person apparently who can read from a script with emotion. So whatever. I don't care.
Then I got to math. Our teacher NEVER teaches anything... we usually learn very slowly... today she threw a bunch of hardcore math problems at us... and I got the first part of it... but it got more and more complex over time. I just got sick of it. Then After that I had to go to a Student Council meeting, I actually just wrote my poem. Then I had to go to track where I tried my hardest like I always do. After that, I had to go to work to help clean because Grandma is coming back tomorrow. AFTER THAT I figured I could make it to dress rehearsal which was supposed to go from 3-6. I got there at 5:30 and the Civic Center was shut down and locked. SO I DON'T KNOW HOW THE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO MAKE ANYONE HAPPY AROUND HERE?!
Now I'm sitting here and Dad's yelling at me about money like it's my fault he has to spend gas money to go to work. I want to slam my face into this computer and die.
Okay first of all, I'm the only one in that class that even TRIES to act. I'm actually a pretty good actress compared to all the people in there. And I committed to my job and track before I committed to drama. I have committed to drama as much as I can. I'm the only one who has my lines memorized, I'm the only one who has any character, and I'm the only person apparently who can read from a script with emotion. So whatever. I don't care.
Then I got to math. Our teacher NEVER teaches anything... we usually learn very slowly... today she threw a bunch of hardcore math problems at us... and I got the first part of it... but it got more and more complex over time. I just got sick of it. Then After that I had to go to a Student Council meeting, I actually just wrote my poem. Then I had to go to track where I tried my hardest like I always do. After that, I had to go to work to help clean because Grandma is coming back tomorrow. AFTER THAT I figured I could make it to dress rehearsal which was supposed to go from 3-6. I got there at 5:30 and the Civic Center was shut down and locked. SO I DON'T KNOW HOW THE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO MAKE ANYONE HAPPY AROUND HERE?!
Now I'm sitting here and Dad's yelling at me about money like it's my fault he has to spend gas money to go to work. I want to slam my face into this computer and die.
Confusing
The world throws
all these confusing
words at me
all these confusing
problems at me
imaginary numbers
negative radicals
solubility
saturated
moles
Math and science
HARD facts with no
other
possible
answer
How would you make
250mL of 1.0M
stock
Solution
I don't even know
Where To Start.
I don't even know
What I'm Trying To Find.
I used to be able
to make answers
appear easily
from my pencil
to my paper
But now
nothing comes
nothing nakes sense
classes push me
To the Edge
Sucidal
and
Homicidal
thoughts relieve me
the only time I feel anymore
is when I hate
or hurt
To End it all
To Enter my dreams
Forever
Only reason I hang on
because school is
A stupid reason
to give up
the only reason
I am
alive
which is
to live
But why do we live
why should we care
When eventually
we die
all these confusing
words at me
all these confusing
problems at me
imaginary numbers
negative radicals
solubility
saturated
moles
Math and science
HARD facts with no
other
possible
answer
How would you make
250mL of 1.0M
stock
Solution
I don't even know
Where To Start.
I don't even know
What I'm Trying To Find.
I used to be able
to make answers
appear easily
from my pencil
to my paper
But now
nothing comes
nothing nakes sense
classes push me
To the Edge
Sucidal
and
Homicidal
thoughts relieve me
the only time I feel anymore
is when I hate
or hurt
To End it all
To Enter my dreams
Forever
Only reason I hang on
because school is
A stupid reason
to give up
the only reason
I am
alive
which is
to live
But why do we live
why should we care
When eventually
we die
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Star Trek, Carnies, Evil Clowns, and Caramal Apple puke.
BAH! I need to keep up with these? Why?! I DON'T KNOW! I JUST MUST!
Nobody even reads these... so it doesn't matter much, but SHUT UP!
Anyhow... I have reasoning as to why I didn't blog yesterday or the day before.
Friday... I went to school, track, then work until 8. At 8 we left for STAR TREK!!!! Opening night baby! You know you're almost a Trekkie when you're sitting next to a guy with greased back hair into a ponytail, thick black glasses, a pig like nose, big teeth, a SIGNED Captain Picard T-shirt, Star Trek emblem pin on his shirt, eye brows arched in that way that makes you feel inferior to his knowledge, but makes you feel okay about yourself cause you know he lives in his mother's basement and you both start saying the official Star Trek quote together.
There were some ladies in the back... like 60 years old... and every little Star Trek joke that was said that others may not get... They LAUGHED... hysterically... it was freaking annoying. Like it was chuckle worthy. Like... ha hey, that refers to episode 12 season 3 of the original Star Trek. That's funny. Not AHAHAHAHAHA I KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT AHAHAH OMG OMG OMG! AHAHAHAHAHA.
No... -_- just laugh and get over with it.
We didn't get home until about 2. I had to get on a bus for a track meet at 6:30 in the morning too. So I woke up around 5 and took a shower and got ready and slept the whole way to the track meet. I didn't have to do anything until about 11. So I slept until then too. I ran my 100m Dash and got first with a 12.4. Jumped, got second with 16.1. Ran my 4x1. We were in last when I got the baton... AGAIN.... and I pulled a third place out of my ass. Then I slept until my 200m. Mariah, my rival, was running this. She was ahead of me around the corner and a good way down the straight, but I kicked it into gear and pulled in front of her with a 25.6. Then Dad took me to the Flying Pig and we had dinner then we drove home. I slept in the back the whole way, got home, crawled in my bed at 6 and didn't wake up until 8am this morning.
I was on the internet until 10 then took a shower. Went to work at noon, got off early today cause it was Mother's Day then WENT TO THE CARNIVAL. Okay the Carnival... sucked, but since I went with Jennifer. It was pretty awesome. Has anyone ever seen the show Hurl! ? It's an awesome show where they give guys pounds of food to eat. 5 guys start out and the top 3 guys to eat the most food get to go to the next round. BUT before they go to round 2, they have to ride a carnival ride. If they puke on the ride... or before... or after... or AT ALL, they lose. Once they get done with the carnival ride, they go and eat more food. Well I wanted to play this game with Jennifer. So I ate 2 Caramal apples and she only had one then we went on the Kamikaze twice. Then the Tornado. Then I had 2 more caramal apples and she had nothing. We went on the Strawpples as I like to call them, the Bumper Cars and the Kamikaze again. Then I had 3 more caramal apples and she had one. By this time the rides were shutting down, so we got one ride out of the Tornado and then ran on the Indiana Jones ride thingy.
Newland came with Mrs. Noriega (I don't know if they're dating or what and I'm not saying they are, but they do hang out) he asked us to take Mrs. Noriega's son on the rides cause Newland couldn't do them all. He did a few with us. So we took him on everything. There was this freaky clown in the house of mirrors too! I got a pic with him. Let me see if I can upload him real fast.
Now Why the HELL does this Clown have a knife if he weren't intended to scare little children. Seriously... lol WTF? It's amazing. I love it. Mackenzie's (not me) Father won a giant stuffed dog and he didn't want it... so he gave it to me! =D He's so cool.
No one lost the Hurl! competition, but I won, because I had a total of 7 Caramal apples and Jennifer had 2. Nobody puked, but I ate more, therefore I win. Right? RIGHT!
Then we were leaving and a bunch of Carnies asked us if they could come with us to the party we're like... Do we look like partiers to you? Hahaha lamoes. Then I finally got home... just so I could blog all of this for you. Yes... you. The people that don't read my blogs. =P
So I'm going to internet around a little bit more then head off to bed. So goodnight.
Nobody even reads these... so it doesn't matter much, but SHUT UP!
Anyhow... I have reasoning as to why I didn't blog yesterday or the day before.
Friday... I went to school, track, then work until 8. At 8 we left for STAR TREK!!!! Opening night baby! You know you're almost a Trekkie when you're sitting next to a guy with greased back hair into a ponytail, thick black glasses, a pig like nose, big teeth, a SIGNED Captain Picard T-shirt, Star Trek emblem pin on his shirt, eye brows arched in that way that makes you feel inferior to his knowledge, but makes you feel okay about yourself cause you know he lives in his mother's basement and you both start saying the official Star Trek quote together.
There were some ladies in the back... like 60 years old... and every little Star Trek joke that was said that others may not get... They LAUGHED... hysterically... it was freaking annoying. Like it was chuckle worthy. Like... ha hey, that refers to episode 12 season 3 of the original Star Trek. That's funny. Not AHAHAHAHAHA I KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT AHAHAH OMG OMG OMG! AHAHAHAHAHA.
No... -_- just laugh and get over with it.
We didn't get home until about 2. I had to get on a bus for a track meet at 6:30 in the morning too. So I woke up around 5 and took a shower and got ready and slept the whole way to the track meet. I didn't have to do anything until about 11. So I slept until then too. I ran my 100m Dash and got first with a 12.4. Jumped, got second with 16.1. Ran my 4x1. We were in last when I got the baton... AGAIN.... and I pulled a third place out of my ass. Then I slept until my 200m. Mariah, my rival, was running this. She was ahead of me around the corner and a good way down the straight, but I kicked it into gear and pulled in front of her with a 25.6. Then Dad took me to the Flying Pig and we had dinner then we drove home. I slept in the back the whole way, got home, crawled in my bed at 6 and didn't wake up until 8am this morning.
I was on the internet until 10 then took a shower. Went to work at noon, got off early today cause it was Mother's Day then WENT TO THE CARNIVAL. Okay the Carnival... sucked, but since I went with Jennifer. It was pretty awesome. Has anyone ever seen the show Hurl! ? It's an awesome show where they give guys pounds of food to eat. 5 guys start out and the top 3 guys to eat the most food get to go to the next round. BUT before they go to round 2, they have to ride a carnival ride. If they puke on the ride... or before... or after... or AT ALL, they lose. Once they get done with the carnival ride, they go and eat more food. Well I wanted to play this game with Jennifer. So I ate 2 Caramal apples and she only had one then we went on the Kamikaze twice. Then the Tornado. Then I had 2 more caramal apples and she had nothing. We went on the Strawpples as I like to call them, the Bumper Cars and the Kamikaze again. Then I had 3 more caramal apples and she had one. By this time the rides were shutting down, so we got one ride out of the Tornado and then ran on the Indiana Jones ride thingy.
Newland came with Mrs. Noriega (I don't know if they're dating or what and I'm not saying they are, but they do hang out) he asked us to take Mrs. Noriega's son on the rides cause Newland couldn't do them all. He did a few with us. So we took him on everything. There was this freaky clown in the house of mirrors too! I got a pic with him. Let me see if I can upload him real fast.
Now Why the HELL does this Clown have a knife if he weren't intended to scare little children. Seriously... lol WTF? It's amazing. I love it. Mackenzie's (not me) Father won a giant stuffed dog and he didn't want it... so he gave it to me! =D He's so cool.
No one lost the Hurl! competition, but I won, because I had a total of 7 Caramal apples and Jennifer had 2. Nobody puked, but I ate more, therefore I win. Right? RIGHT!
Then we were leaving and a bunch of Carnies asked us if they could come with us to the party we're like... Do we look like partiers to you? Hahaha lamoes. Then I finally got home... just so I could blog all of this for you. Yes... you. The people that don't read my blogs. =P
So I'm going to internet around a little bit more then head off to bed. So goodnight.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
I am MacZombie... RAWR!
Oh dear, I forgot to write yesterday. Oops. I was too busy doing this.
It was quite fun. My internet friends taught me the art of toilet paper wounds. Looks fantastic. I feel like a model in these pictures. This is MacZombie.
So first of all, our school had gotten Ellen Hopkins, the author of Crank, Glass, Burned, Impulse, Identical, and a few other novels, to come to our school and talk to us. It was really cool listening to a known author. I don't exactly like her books, it's nothing against her, just not my style of books. Then, 60 people with the highest reading scores in school got a free signed book by her and I was number 5. I chose her book Burned because I didn't want a book that followed her storyline that she had (not because it was a bad one, but because I didn't want to be obligated to read another book). I had her sign it out to MacZombie. She looked at me weird and I just said "Yeah I'm weird." and she said that it was quite alright.
The other girl that works at the Coffee Bar wanted to work this night and I wasn't sure why, but I said go on right ahead. So I had time after track to do whatever. So I was going to go take a picture with me and my book and I decided to fix my make up. Then I was like, "I want to look a bit creepy in this pic." So I started adding dark shades under my eyes. Then I was like "OMG I wanna look like a zombie!" So I pulled out all of my Halloween makeup and stuff and got to work. I took a lot of pictures and was really happy with them. I decided I was done and took off all my makeup. Then I realized, I totally forgot to take a pic with my book! So I just took a cute one.
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Yes I'm quite proud of my book collection now.
Today however... was boring. Boring boring boring.
I was only at track until 3:20 then left for work. I was constantly busy. We made over 225 dollars today! It was crazy! So I'm pretty beat and it's pretty late. I bid you goodnight.
It was quite fun. My internet friends taught me the art of toilet paper wounds. Looks fantastic. I feel like a model in these pictures. This is MacZombie.
So first of all, our school had gotten Ellen Hopkins, the author of Crank, Glass, Burned, Impulse, Identical, and a few other novels, to come to our school and talk to us. It was really cool listening to a known author. I don't exactly like her books, it's nothing against her, just not my style of books. Then, 60 people with the highest reading scores in school got a free signed book by her and I was number 5. I chose her book Burned because I didn't want a book that followed her storyline that she had (not because it was a bad one, but because I didn't want to be obligated to read another book). I had her sign it out to MacZombie. She looked at me weird and I just said "Yeah I'm weird." and she said that it was quite alright.
The other girl that works at the Coffee Bar wanted to work this night and I wasn't sure why, but I said go on right ahead. So I had time after track to do whatever. So I was going to go take a picture with me and my book and I decided to fix my make up. Then I was like, "I want to look a bit creepy in this pic." So I started adding dark shades under my eyes. Then I was like "OMG I wanna look like a zombie!" So I pulled out all of my Halloween makeup and stuff and got to work. I took a lot of pictures and was really happy with them. I decided I was done and took off all my makeup. Then I realized, I totally forgot to take a pic with my book! So I just took a cute one.
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Yes I'm quite proud of my book collection now.
Today however... was boring. Boring boring boring.
I was only at track until 3:20 then left for work. I was constantly busy. We made over 225 dollars today! It was crazy! So I'm pretty beat and it's pretty late. I bid you goodnight.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
The Reeker
Yesterday I watched a movie called 'The Reeker' I didn't watch all of it. I actually only caught the last 40 minutes of it or so. And if you are interested in watching this movie and do not want to know the ending, I'm telling you to stop reading now cause I'm going to get into detail. I will recommend you watch it though, not because of it's [enter sarcasm] great acting, beautiful cinematography, wonderful writing [end sarcasm] but for the Twist at the end. So now... if you wish to watch this movie... stop reading as I am going to go on about it.
Anyhow... These people get stuck at a hotel/rv camp for some reason, like I said I missed the first part of the movie. This strange thing that has a certain oder begins to pick them off one by one. Some guy says that the smell is the smell of death. They eventually met up with a friend who was missing the arm. This is literally how the conversation went:
"Hey what's up?"
"Not a whole lot."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm missing my arm."
"Are you kidding man?"
"I wish I was."
I was speaking for the guy during this though.
"Hey what's up?"
"Oh you know... nothing. I'm just missing my arm."
"Are you okay?"
"Uh... no. I'm missing my arm. Do you see the blood seeping down from my shirt sleeve?"
"Are you kidding man?"
"Yeah. yeah I am. sorry. Jokes on you!"
I mean seriously... this acting and everything was just horrible.
The main girl kept seeing this strange guy covered in blood trying to help her, but she couldn't hear him all the well and he kept disappearing. Eventually only two were left and they drove a jeep with the bad guy in front of them into a motorhome. Suddenly it shows the guy that was trying to help the girl out giving her CPR as she's unconscious on the ground. There's ambulances and cop cars all around. Apparently their jeep was hit by a motorhome and the whole movie was them fighting death. That's what goes on within those seconds before you die... a whole hour off trying to escape death. If you escape him, you live. Truly an amazing thought. I wish they would have had better writing and better acting, and better cinematography to make this story work up to the potential it could have. It just reminds me of the same mentality I have.
Many peopleoften would deam this movie an epic failure, but truly it wasn't. From the outside it was, but you have to look on the inside of movies. Just like you and I, movies have a different personality on the inside than what they show. And they need to be taken into account for as well.
Anyhow... These people get stuck at a hotel/rv camp for some reason, like I said I missed the first part of the movie. This strange thing that has a certain oder begins to pick them off one by one. Some guy says that the smell is the smell of death. They eventually met up with a friend who was missing the arm. This is literally how the conversation went:
"Hey what's up?"
"Not a whole lot."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm missing my arm."
"Are you kidding man?"
"I wish I was."
I was speaking for the guy during this though.
"Hey what's up?"
"Oh you know... nothing. I'm just missing my arm."
"Are you okay?"
"Uh... no. I'm missing my arm. Do you see the blood seeping down from my shirt sleeve?"
"Are you kidding man?"
"Yeah. yeah I am. sorry. Jokes on you!"
I mean seriously... this acting and everything was just horrible.
The main girl kept seeing this strange guy covered in blood trying to help her, but she couldn't hear him all the well and he kept disappearing. Eventually only two were left and they drove a jeep with the bad guy in front of them into a motorhome. Suddenly it shows the guy that was trying to help the girl out giving her CPR as she's unconscious on the ground. There's ambulances and cop cars all around. Apparently their jeep was hit by a motorhome and the whole movie was them fighting death. That's what goes on within those seconds before you die... a whole hour off trying to escape death. If you escape him, you live. Truly an amazing thought. I wish they would have had better writing and better acting, and better cinematography to make this story work up to the potential it could have. It just reminds me of the same mentality I have.
Many peopleoften would deam this movie an epic failure, but truly it wasn't. From the outside it was, but you have to look on the inside of movies. Just like you and I, movies have a different personality on the inside than what they show. And they need to be taken into account for as well.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Woah...
How do I start these damn things? Mainly I woke up before my alarm today and just lied there until my alarm did go off. Got up and took a shower and went to school. What happened today? I honestly can't remember. I was zoning out all day. I remember at lunch I had to have Dad drive me back to school cause I was just so out of it.
I do recall trying to do Yoga with Newland... haha it was fun. I guess we're going to do yoga after our workout on Wednesday. That's going to be interesting.
I got home and well... I don't recall much of that either.
Yeah... um....
I think it's time for bed.
I do recall trying to do Yoga with Newland... haha it was fun. I guess we're going to do yoga after our workout on Wednesday. That's going to be interesting.
I got home and well... I don't recall much of that either.
Yeah... um....
I think it's time for bed.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
No Blog Entry... or not?
Normal lame day. I actually woke up before noon, which never happens. It was just a lazy day. Kind of healing from yesterday. I've been on the computer all day really. You know... and that's about it. So I'm not really going to go on about a blog...
So I guess I'm not really going to have a blog entry tonight.
but since I'm posting this... I actually do have an entry...
hmmmmmm?
So I guess I'm not really going to have a blog entry tonight.
but since I'm posting this... I actually do have an entry...
hmmmmmm?
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Track Adventures!
Bah track adventure to the extreme! Okay, the day starts out on a warm morning at 2:45am. I had been coughing all night, and sleep hardly found me. I woke up to my alarm and got ready for track. At 3:53 I arrived at the bus and fortunately I got my own seat. The bus ride was horrible. About 5 hours of me non-stop coughing and catching about a half hour of sleep. Everyone was worried for my health, but I ignored them. We got to the track meet and right off the bat, I had to do long jump.
First jump, I scratched. Second jump, I got 16' 5 1/2", MY BEST JUMP EVER! And I hadn't jumped at all this year. It was quite amazing. I decided to go for a third jump only achieving a 15 something. Mariah, a girl from Silverstage had been jumping 17 feet, which she did today. It was quite alright though. I was quite proud of myself. Then I tried to nap before my 100, but I couldn't stop coughing... so I ran my 100 in 12.3. There was a girl from Dayton beside me and she scared me for a minute. There's usually not people beside me. So I kicked it into gear and beat her.
Once again I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I had to run the 4x1 next. Danielle had a slow start and our hand offs are quite slow. Nikki caught up and held her place, the baton came to Selene who lost our place. By the baton got to me, we were in last place. I took the baton and with all my speed I ran as fast as I could. I caught up to most of the girls and we took 5th place. My single time was 12.1 or 12.2 It's not as acurate during relays so we don't really know. But it was one of those two... which is the best I've ever done!
Dad took me to Subway afterwards so I could eat before my 200. I got a sweet onion chicken teriyaki from Subway. So good. When I came back, I had about another hour, so I finally got a nap in only coughing myself awake every now and then. When the 200 came up, I was nervouse as hell because I was so sick, and tired, and beat, I didn't think I was going to do good. I started out slow, and decided I wanted to win this. So the last 100 I kicked it into gear and beat them all with a 25.8.
After that race, I fell into deep coughs and I couldn't put any weight on my left leg. I couldn't catch my breath easily and Potter was at my side in seconds giving me water and being a supportive shoulder.
Soon after that I left. I drank 4 water bottles and when we hit Fallon, I asked Dad if he could stop somewhere for me to go to the bathroom. He sighed and said, "I Guess!" I hate when he acts like that. So we drove through Fallon and we didn't stop. He told me there was a gas station a little ways up here. I didn't realize he meant 50 miles as "a little ways". I was so bloated with water, it hurt to move. Deep throat clawing coughs made holding in my urine so much harder, but finally we made it. I had planned to run out of the vehicle as fast as I could to the bathroom, but I found that completely out of the question. I could hardly move without pain bursting through my blatter and the threat of it letting go anytime. When I got into the bathroom, the door wouldn't lock... I eventually gave up and went. Let me tell you, that was the longest pee of my life.
Then it took forever to get home, plus we had to stop and shop in Walmart. Finally we got home and had to go pee again. I unloaded the groceries and got on here for a little bit. Then decided to take a bath. Worst bath ever! First the water was freaking hot and I was so exicited to be laying in it... but suddenly it got cold and I felt the water from the faucet, which was freezing. Dad was washing clothes with warm water. -_-
But I had enough to take a bath and although it wasn't as hot as I wanted it, it felt great... until I began coughing submerging my face underwater and swallowing such delightful bath water, getting up and puking it out into the toilet.So I got out of the bath and Dad has made dinner. I ate some chicken and began to choke on it from another coughing fit. I gave up on that whole idea and decided just to take my nyquil and blog. Sooooo if this blog seems poorly written and a little screwed up, it's because my eyes are being pried open with toothpicks.
So... goodnight... blog thingy.
First jump, I scratched. Second jump, I got 16' 5 1/2", MY BEST JUMP EVER! And I hadn't jumped at all this year. It was quite amazing. I decided to go for a third jump only achieving a 15 something. Mariah, a girl from Silverstage had been jumping 17 feet, which she did today. It was quite alright though. I was quite proud of myself. Then I tried to nap before my 100, but I couldn't stop coughing... so I ran my 100 in 12.3. There was a girl from Dayton beside me and she scared me for a minute. There's usually not people beside me. So I kicked it into gear and beat her.
Once again I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I had to run the 4x1 next. Danielle had a slow start and our hand offs are quite slow. Nikki caught up and held her place, the baton came to Selene who lost our place. By the baton got to me, we were in last place. I took the baton and with all my speed I ran as fast as I could. I caught up to most of the girls and we took 5th place. My single time was 12.1 or 12.2 It's not as acurate during relays so we don't really know. But it was one of those two... which is the best I've ever done!
Dad took me to Subway afterwards so I could eat before my 200. I got a sweet onion chicken teriyaki from Subway. So good. When I came back, I had about another hour, so I finally got a nap in only coughing myself awake every now and then. When the 200 came up, I was nervouse as hell because I was so sick, and tired, and beat, I didn't think I was going to do good. I started out slow, and decided I wanted to win this. So the last 100 I kicked it into gear and beat them all with a 25.8.
After that race, I fell into deep coughs and I couldn't put any weight on my left leg. I couldn't catch my breath easily and Potter was at my side in seconds giving me water and being a supportive shoulder.
Soon after that I left. I drank 4 water bottles and when we hit Fallon, I asked Dad if he could stop somewhere for me to go to the bathroom. He sighed and said, "I Guess!" I hate when he acts like that. So we drove through Fallon and we didn't stop. He told me there was a gas station a little ways up here. I didn't realize he meant 50 miles as "a little ways". I was so bloated with water, it hurt to move. Deep throat clawing coughs made holding in my urine so much harder, but finally we made it. I had planned to run out of the vehicle as fast as I could to the bathroom, but I found that completely out of the question. I could hardly move without pain bursting through my blatter and the threat of it letting go anytime. When I got into the bathroom, the door wouldn't lock... I eventually gave up and went. Let me tell you, that was the longest pee of my life.
Then it took forever to get home, plus we had to stop and shop in Walmart. Finally we got home and had to go pee again. I unloaded the groceries and got on here for a little bit. Then decided to take a bath. Worst bath ever! First the water was freaking hot and I was so exicited to be laying in it... but suddenly it got cold and I felt the water from the faucet, which was freezing. Dad was washing clothes with warm water. -_-
But I had enough to take a bath and although it wasn't as hot as I wanted it, it felt great... until I began coughing submerging my face underwater and swallowing such delightful bath water, getting up and puking it out into the toilet.So I got out of the bath and Dad has made dinner. I ate some chicken and began to choke on it from another coughing fit. I gave up on that whole idea and decided just to take my nyquil and blog. Sooooo if this blog seems poorly written and a little screwed up, it's because my eyes are being pried open with toothpicks.
So... goodnight... blog thingy.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Why am I awake?
It is only 9:55 on a Friday night, I know. But I have to get on a bus for a track meet at 3:00 am. Get up at 2 to shower and what not. Ughh..... and my sickness has gotten worse. Dad refuses to let me go, but I'm going to anyways. Bwahahahaha. Hopefully I'll die. SWIIIINE FLUUUUU! Every time I cough, people go, "Oh my god Mackenzie. Are you okay?" and I'm just like "Oh yeah. I'm fine. It's just the swine flu." *coughs really hard in the direction of who asked*
Causing mass panic is awesome. I may actually have it... I hate to have thoughts like that seep into my mind, but you know... it's only human. And unfortunately, I am human.
At work today, I was a coffee bar person/babysitter. I didn't mind the kids so much, they kept me company, but when they began to run around and the little girl went and told on everything the boy did... it was just annoying. The boy has a "girlfriend" he's like 9. Oh wait. He'll be 9 in 5 days, so he told me. And he's like, but don't tell my mom. If I were worried he was going to do something like impreginate her or something, then yeah I'd tell his mom, but it's innocent 3rd grade love. The little girl goes "Okay I won't tell" and as soon as he said his girlfriend's name, She ran to his Mom and told on him. His mom only chuckled, but Tattle tales piss me off so much. My children will never be a tattle tale unless it was a serious situation. Why do I hate children so?
Okay I should really get some sleep now.
Causing mass panic is awesome. I may actually have it... I hate to have thoughts like that seep into my mind, but you know... it's only human. And unfortunately, I am human.
At work today, I was a coffee bar person/babysitter. I didn't mind the kids so much, they kept me company, but when they began to run around and the little girl went and told on everything the boy did... it was just annoying. The boy has a "girlfriend" he's like 9. Oh wait. He'll be 9 in 5 days, so he told me. And he's like, but don't tell my mom. If I were worried he was going to do something like impreginate her or something, then yeah I'd tell his mom, but it's innocent 3rd grade love. The little girl goes "Okay I won't tell" and as soon as he said his girlfriend's name, She ran to his Mom and told on him. His mom only chuckled, but Tattle tales piss me off so much. My children will never be a tattle tale unless it was a serious situation. Why do I hate children so?
Okay I should really get some sleep now.
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