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!

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.