Thursday, September 20, 2007

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Okay, the person in the background is a charater of mine, Emma. She's one of my favorite charater's that's I've created, even beating out Madam Silver. Since Emma is one of mine, I'm going to post her background/opening speech on here to explain who she is and too see if anyone else likes her.
"Hi, my name is Emma. I'm not into all of the frilly little things that most girls my age are because frankly I can't be. I mean, it's not that I'm over weight or anything like that..It's just that my daddy doesn't like me very much. He likes to go and get drunk..then he comes home and...Let's just say it's not pretty. I'm not with him very much. I'm usually with my mom in a different city..but recently he got a court order saying I have to go to his house one week out of each month. He's not really a bad person. Really he's not..it's just that when he drinks he..well..he can hurt people. I don't talk to people anymore..it makes me feel horrible when they start asking why I have a jacket on in the middle of summer..so I've just stopped talking to them..but I have learned how to wrap things and set bones..so I guess that's a plus..
You're the only one I can feel safe around, journal. You're the only one who won't try to make my family hate eachother even more than they already do. Journal..you won't hurt me, will you? Of course you wouldn't. I have to go now..I just heard the door slam and daddy knock something over..."


That's the possible opening to a short story about Emma. I'm not sure yet. If I was writting it on paper, it would prolly be better.
Tell me if it's worth it or not.
-later

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:D
Abba is proud of herself. :D I brought down Cj with one punch yesterday. I also left an emprint of my ring on him, too..so no mess with Abba, cause she will find a way to bring you down.
:DDDDDDDD
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Sunday, September 16, 2007

ughhh
I just realized this morning that I miss all of my hair. :[ Mostly, my little mohavic.


that will be me again in like....4 or 5 months maybe? if i dont do something weird to it.

yeah, im totally and completely bored cause no one's awake right now that i can just ramble with. so im posting random crap ola in here until i have to go to church or something like that.
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Saturday, September 15, 2007

New background
Yeah, I got really bored so I made a background.
And yeah, that's me in all my black clothing glory. :]
I like making backgrounds like that and making cool profile pictures for people. It's something to pass the time.

So yeah, tell me what you think and if you want me to make somethin for ya, tell me what all you want in it and I'll try to please ya.

Peace.
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Thursday, September 13, 2007

I have a strong dislike towards peope in general at the moment
its funny how people can say that they love you yet never say it to your face
its funny how someone can say that they want to call you all time and yet they never say anything at all
its funny how people will say that they'll listen and then ignore you for the rest of your life
it's funny how people say that they actually give a shit but do nothing when others are trying to make your life a living hell
its funny how people can make others cry without ever knowing whats going on
its funny how just a few words can make or break someone
its funny how slience can kill
it's funny how a virtual life can be better than what you have in the real world
it's funny how no matter how much you hint that something's going on, no one gets you
it's funny how no matter how much you feel for someone you can really tell them anything
its funny how no one really gives a care
its funny how no matter how much time goes by everything still hurts
its funny how a name can mean everything to one person and yet nothing to everyone else
its funny how no matter what you do youre still invisible
its funny how that no matter who you talk to, its still the same crap over and over again
it's funny how no one's laughing
this world's a funny place, eh?
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Real update time
Cj says he clean. :D He came up to Cody and I to say that he's quit everything. I also get to beat him up if he starts again. :D I also passed the AP History test of doom which I didn't study for. XD

All the seniors from last year think that I'm a senior this year cause I hung out with them and the juniors more than my own class. this is going to be so much fun. XD

I get to drive legally next week. :DDD But that also means that I'm intitled to be forced to give rides to Cj and Cody when it rains...which is usually after marching(minus Cj) and Cj just smells weird cause he's a boy. He really should be forced to take a bath sometime or something.

Speaking of marching, it sucks and should die. Concert season is much better because of region and state and stuff like that. And because you don't get inverse farmer's tan during concert season. And I'm gonna beat up the homeschooled kids for sending crap via MSN that I don't want.

Anyone know of good ways to dispose of homeschooled children who are annoying?
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Monday, September 10, 2007

Possible entry for Contest(Acting)
Female of the Species by Kipling

WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other's tale—
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations—worm and savage otherwise,—
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger—Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue—to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells—
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!—
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice—which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.


thoughts?

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Sunday, September 9, 2007

Considering the fact that I don't know anyone on here, I shall have a rant about my little brother since no one I know will be able to go up to him and tell him.
next time he comes to school, asking me if his eyes are diolated or not, im gonna beat the living crap outta him. im sick and tired of him popping pills, smoking, and getting so drunk he cant remember what his name is. i wouldnt mind so much if he did it at his house, but when he comes to school or goes to work effed up on drugs, it makes me want to hurt him.
atleast he stopped dipping, though. i dont have to worry about him spilling it on me again or getting sent to summer counsling or something like that. im tempted to turn him in next time he comes to school effed up like i did with my cousin when she brought ciggeretts to school.
okay, so i sound like a little bitch, but oh well. i have my opinions and i like to stick to them. i dont care if people drink and crap, as long as they dont do it at school or at work. when it starts happening in those places, that's when i get pissed.

i feel better now.
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Tuesday, September 4, 2007

hiya
Hi, I'm AB.
I'm also bored.

So let's start some kind of conversation?
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