Tuesday, September 30, 2008

You People Have to Read This

This is awesome!! FANFICTION ROCKS!!!

(when you're done with a chapter, go to the bottom and get the next)

It's cool, and fax, and Maximum Ride.

Monday, September 29, 2008

I AM NOT A FAX MACHINE!!


Now, see, this doesn't work. I can totally see Michael cracking up about this, so just SHUT UP.

Kristina really wants me to write. She doesn't understand that writing takes thinking, and you don't always have the time to think, or write. Or both.
I can't just write, and write, and write, and write. I am not a book. And, no, Kristina, i'm sorry. You can't read me.

Okay, so now we're clear on this?

Okay?

Okay.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Hero

Hero, by Superchic[k]

No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Cause you want to belong do you go along?
Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong
It's not like you hate him or want him to die
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Any kindness from you might have saved his life

Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero
Heroes do what's right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero,
You could join the fight
For what's right for what's right for what's right

No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She's in too much pain to survive on her own
The hurt she can't handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm, wants to give up her life
Each day she goes on is a day that she is brave,
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,
Each moment of courage her own life she saves
When she throws the pills out a hero is made

Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero
Heroes do what's right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero,
You could join the fight
For what's right for what's right for what's right

No one talks to him about how he lives
He thinks that the choices he makes are just his
Doesn't know he's a leader with the way he behaves
And others will follow the choices he's made
He lives on the edge, he's old enough to decide
His brother who wants to be him is just nine
He can do what he wants because it's his right
The choices he makes change a nine year old's life

Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero
Heroes do what's right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero,
You could join the fight
For what's right for what's right for what's right

Little Mikey D. was the one in class who everyday got brutually harassed
This went on for years until he decided that never again would he shed another tear
So he walked through the door, grabbed a four four out of his father's dressing drawer
And said I can't take life no more
And like that life can be lost
But this ain't even about that
All of us just sat back and watched it happen
Thinkin' it's not my responsibility to solve a problem that isn't about me
This is our problem
This is just one of the daily scenarios which we choose to close our eyes
Instead of doing the right thing
If we make a choice and be the voice for those who won't speak up for themselves
How many lives would be saved, changed, rearranged
Now it's our time to pick a side
So don't keep walkin' by
Not wantin' to intervene
Cause you wanna exist and never be saved
So let's wake up and change the world
Our time is now

You could be a hero
Heroes do what's right [our time is now!]
You could be a hero
You might save a life [our time is now!]
You could be a hero,
You could join the fight [our time is now!]
For what's right for what's right for what's right

Thursday, September 25, 2008

not again!!

I got suspended from neopets for, and i quote, "discussing political or religious views of any kind"

Whoops. Christianity kinda boiled over again.

I think I have trouble on this site *bits lip*

ANYONE KNOW ANY GOOD ROLEPLAY SITES??? safe ones?

*nyurg!!* bleah. I have issues.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I had this stuck in my head all day. Now you can too!

These Pages, Mainstay <==that's a link, so click on it.

Go tell the world that there is nothing here to hide
It seems like everyone's been covering their eyes

Ah...ah...ah...ah...

Words that You didn't say were haunting these pages
Faces You didn't make were all I was seeing
The way that they painted You wasn't a picture of one in control -
and I don't think they know
who you are

Build brackets around You so You can come out clean
We tried to give You limits that You didn't need

Ah...ah...ah...ah...

Words that You didn't say were haunting these pages
Faces You didn't make were all I was seeing
The way that they painted You wasn't a picture
of one in control -
and I don't think they know
who you are

You can order all this heartbreak
You don't need my permission to move
I wish they would just stop trying to filter You out
We've got nothing to prove

Ah...ah...ah...ah...

Words that You didn't say were haunting these pages Faces You didn't make were all I was seeing The way that they painted You wasn't a picture
of one in control -
and I don't think they know
who you are
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Have you been here? Pandora.com is awesome!!! They make a radio station with all your favorite music on it. It's wicked sweet.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Skillet-skillet-ee-DOO!!

I posted on my writing blog again, so, like, ¡andal√©! ¡andal√©! ¡Arrrrrrrriba!!!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Uuuurg!!! I hate piano!!

Okay. So I'm, like, reaaally over jealous of Kristen's skills on the piano. You could plop a random piece of music in front of her, and she could play it.
I, on the other hand, cannot read notes to save my life.
On the cello it's different. One note equals a certain position on the cello. Like, first finger on the D string. If you asked me what note that was, I'd tell you that i don't know.
But on the piano, I'm just handicapped.

I was practicing today, and realized that if i took my little key for figuring out cello notes (base cleff) and applied it to the piano, i could read the base cleff. I knew the song sounded like on the piano, 'cause I've heard Kristen play that before.
I can play by ear, so i put two and two together and got music. I read the base cleff notes, and played the trouble cleff by ear. I felt pretty dang proud of myself. It sounded good, I could play music! This was great! Now I'm--
"Are you actually reading, or just sounding it out?" Kristen is standing behind me.
"Um...i can read base cleff now. I just know what it sounds like."
"It sounds really plunky."

My happy glow fails, and my bubble bursts. My breakthrough has been repaired to it's original state. "Oh."
I thought i was doing really well.

Thanks a lot, Kristen.

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I put another chapter on my writing blog. So go read it.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

I wasn't supposed to do that? Sorry TNT!

I got suspended from Neopets for discribing a skin tone on roleplay. My suspentions only lasts for another 20 hours and 7 minutes.

wish me sanity!

I just re-read my blog. I have a really nutty life, ya know?

Monday, September 15, 2008

cough, sneeze, snort, wipe nose, clear throat, repeat

Does anyone else have a cold? *coughs* *sneezes* *snorts* *wipes nose* *clears throat*
I mean, it really sucks you know? Like, big time? Not fun.
I had to take these cough drops that numb your throat. Bleah. Wonder Drops. HAAAAAALLELUJAAAAAH.

*pouts* Colten sits next to me in Rock. }:-(

REALLY.

*COUGH*!!! *COUGH*!!!

I re-posted some writing on my other blog. PLEASE go read it!!



Tuesday, September 9, 2008

{it's a} "AAAAAAUHHH!!!! A RAT!!!" {rat's nest}

I was working at this lady from church's house, and she, Kristen, and I were working outside. So she (I'm just gonna call her Mrs. Jones) was sweeping the deck [because of the owl turd everywhere], and noticed that there was some of her greenery under the grill. She thought that it was because of the hail storm they'd had, and that the wind just pushed it under. Then it donned on her.
"Hey, guys? Can you help me move the grill? I think there's something living in there."
So we walk over and move it. Then there's, like, urine stains on the deck below it. She groans.
I pipe up, gasping. "Can i open it?! Can I!?"
"Um...sure," she says, standing back.
So we take the cover off the grill, and I lift the lid...
...and there's this rodent that looks like a mouse on steroids. *
"AAAAAUUHHH!!! A RAT!!!" Mrs. Jones shreiks.
I onto the deck rail (and Kristen jumps off the deck) and watch it run off.
And there's a nest (i kid you not), and it looked like a little rat condo.
So, yeah. Now i know the truth to it when my mom used to tell me that my hair looked like a rat's nest.
> ^.^<
We're getting four horses! Coaco [**], Keena, Allie, and Bonnie. They're pretty.
Boaz rolled in poop today *ew*
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Thursday, September 4, 2008

{shh!!} A person's a person no matter how small {you'll wake the baby!!}

Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? *cough* Michael.