Wednesday, March 16, 2005

   CANDLES!!!!!
HEY!!!!! Anyways here's a conversation that I decided to put on between me and my friend Chris.
c=Chris
a=me

c [8:06 PM]: lol
c [8:06 PM]: aint ur bday in like 3 weeks
a[8:06 PM]: yea
a [8:07 PM]: it's 2 days after yours
c [8:12 PM]: oh yea
c [8:12 PM]: the 31st
a [8:13 PM]: at least your not forgetful as everyone else
a [8:13 PM]: and the thing is my friends ask me what i want and idk what i really want
c [8:19 PM]: idk what i want either
c [8:19 PM]: im happy with money
a [8:20 PM]: well i mean in 7th grade i told ambre' to surprise me and she gets me this expensive candle
a [8:20 PM]: i hate candles
c [8:20 PM]: lol
c [8:20 PM]: i like watchin em burn
a [8:21 PM]: i never used that candle...it just sits in my room as decoration
c [8:21 PM]: lol
c [8:21 PM]: i burn em and smell em
c [8:22 PM]: whats it smell like
a[8:22 PM]: ummm..idk i'll go check lol
c [8:22 PM]: ight
a [8:23 PM]: it smells like nothing
c [8:23 PM]: its just a candle that dont smell
a [8:23 PM]: no no it has a giraffe on it
c [8:24 PM]: but it don't smell
a[8:25 PM]: well i'm sorry it doesn't smell so u wouldn't get that much entertainment out of that candle but u can have it
c [8:26 PM]: send it to me then
c [8:26 PM]: lol
c [8:27 PM]: is it the giraffe that makes it expensive
a [8:28 PM]: it's glass
c [8:28 PM]: all candles are glass ..
a [8:28 PM]: idk what's special about this one but it wasn't cheap
c [8:29 PM]: lol
c [8:29 PM]: ok
a [8:33 PM]: wait so you'd be happy with getting candles for your birthday
a [8:37 PM]: i feel like i'm getting old
cs [8:37 PM]: no i dont want candles lol
c [8:37 PM]: but i do like to watch em burn
a [8:38 PM]: well u know what i would so get u a candle
a [8:39 PM]: that's what i'm gonna get ambre' next year...a candle
c [8:39 PM]: lol
c[8:39 PM]: u do that
a[8:40 PM]: yes and if i could i'd get u one just so your entertained
a [8:41 PM]: i already got most of my birthday presents though
c [8:43 PM]: like ur phone and all that
a [8:43 PM]: yea and the tickets to green day and clothes and avon stuff oh and a new pass to busch gardens
a [8:43 PM]: but they let me in free the other week
a5 [8:47 PM]: omg summer's almost here
a [8:47 PM]: that means the tourists fromn way up north will be down here...i swear i can't stand old people tourists
c [8:48 PM]: yea they annoying
a[8:49 PM]: anyways i plan to go to islands of adventure this summer...i love it there
a [8:51 PM]: omg lexi wants me to drive her to oklahoma next summer
c [8:51 PM]: pshh
c [8:51 PM]: ur dad wouldnt let u do that
a [8:51 PM]: lol i know and what the hell's in oklahoma
c [8:52 PM]: prolly some guy
a [8:52 PM]: yea i know who it is
a[8:53 PM]: i get no entertainment though except for watching her make out with him and i hardly call that amusing
c [8:53 PM]: lol
a [8:54 PM]: anyways i'm amused by the whole candle thing
c [8:54 PM]: lol
a [8:55 PM]: your never gonna hear the end of that for awhile
a [9:01 PM]: well i'm gonna go so i'll ttyl have fun smelling the candles
c [9:02 PM]: lol ight
c [9:02 PM]: bye adrienne

Anyways yeah.

You are Puppet Pal Ron! Go Bother someone! :)
bother bother bother!


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Anyways i'm off for tonight...buh bye ya'll!!!!!!
SAVE THE MOOSES!!!!!!

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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

   Wallabess!!!!!!!
Hey!!!! I deticate this post to my strange friend!!! This is a converstation between me and my friend Chris. I especially hope u enjoy this one strange friend.
c=Chris
a=me
c[10:19 AM]: hey
a [10:19 AM]: hi
c [10:19 AM]: sup?
a[10:21 AM]: omg u would be so proud of me
c [10:21 AM]: bout what?
a [10:21 AM]: i actually wanna start wearing those little preppy skirts
c [10:21 AM]: with ur white legs? u better get a tan first
a [10:22 AM]: i am alot tanner then i use to be
c [10:22 AM]: oh .. thats good then
c [10:22 AM]: well buy u some of them skirts then
a [10:23 AM]: i told my dad how i wanted to wear skirts and he's like what the hell happen to u
c S [10:23 AM]: haha .. maybe ur becomin a lil more preppy
c [10:23 AM]: buy u some of then skirts from abercrombie
a [10:24 AM]: your pushing your luck there
c [10:24 AM]: well .. those are the kinda skirts that preppy girls wear
a [10:25 AM]: someone have to drag me into that store because i'm not walking in there at my own choice
c [10:25 AM]: ur sister wears abercrombie dont she?
a [10:25 AM]: yea sadly
c [10:26 AM]: well shell take u into there then
a [10:26 AM]: it so colorful in there
a [10:27 AM]: it's*
c [10:27 AM]: yeah .. which is a good thing
c [10:27 AM]: color is alot better then black and white
a [10:27 AM]: i don't wear black anymore
c [10:27 AM]: oh .. well thats good too
a [10:28 AM]: it really doesn't match my shoes now so i gave it up
c [10:28 AM]: what kinda shoes u wearin now?
a [10:29 AM]: i have adio and then i wear some sandels
c [10:29 AM]: ohh .. do pepl down there wear wallabees and birkenstocks?
a [10:29 AM]: what are those
c [10:29 AM]: shoes lol
a [10:30 AM]: oh i've heard of them
c [10:30 AM]: yeah .. do pepl wear them there?
a [10:31 AM]: i don't think so
a [10:31 AM]: i mean i've never seen them
c [10:31 AM]: do u know what wallabees look like?
a [10:31 AM]: no
c [10:32 AM]: oh
c [10:32 AM]: well yall pepl down there need to get some style then
a [10:32 AM]: hey we have plenty of style
c [10:33 AM]: obviously not if uve never heard of a wallabee or birkenstock .. and yall dont wear em
c [10:39 AM]: k
c [10:39 AM]: well .. yall need some new styles
a [10:40 AM]: all we wear basically is sandels
c [10:40 AM]: well i know .. but if i was down there id be wearin wallabees and stuff
c [10:40 AM]: they are probly like the most comfortable shoe there is
c [10:40 AM]: cost like 120 .. but still
a [10:41 AM]: wow but i've never seen them anywhere
a [10:41 AM]: the girls down here are into the ugliest shoes ever
c [10:42 AM]: like what
a [10:43 AM]: idk what u would call them but they come in every color and i hate them
a [10:43 AM]: then alot of people wear converse but i don't like them
c [10:43 AM]: only skanky folks wear converse here
c [10:44 AM]: most pepl wear wallabees birkenstocks and shox
a [10:45 AM]: well i never heard of them
a [10:45 AM]: wow we have completely different styles from where u live
c [10:45 AM]: well yeah id say so
a [10:46 AM]: then again we have alot of spanish people down here and alot of people are ghetto
c [10:47 AM]: well we got the ghetto too .. but even the ghetto folks here have enuff to afford the new styles .. where i live we set alot of styles becasue we have the wealthy section and the poor section .. so yeah
a [10:48 AM]: well the styles here are ugly
c [10:48 AM]: their cool here
c [10:48 AM]: they change all the time tho
c [10:48 AM]: do pepl where u live have LL Bean backpacks?>
a [10:49 AM]: what the hell is that
c [10:49 AM]: a backpack
a [10:50 AM]: i've never heard of it
c [10:51 AM]: well see .. its totally different from down there
a [10:51 AM]: i didn't know that backpacks mattered
c [10:52 AM]: well here if u aint gotta ll bean backpack or a northface one .. u aint very cool lol
a [10:52 AM]: wow i think i like it better down here

Ok well here's the site to the strange mysterious Wallabees...

http://www.blairmag.com/blair3/clarks/clarks.html

Well I must go so I leave u with this vey strange quote from my friend Lexi...
she shows him things
he shows her things
then the things come together
Wow just wow. Well bye ya'll!!!!
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Monday, March 14, 2005

   Revenge On Ponyboy!!!!!!
Grrrrrr...i'm so pissed!!!! At lunch I asked this "short" blonde boy to sing me a sailor song and he's like NO. So i'm thinking what an asshole. Then he's like to me and my friend Lexi F*** YA'LL. Then he has the nerve to flick us off. Now I seek revenge on Ponyboy.
::runs up to tree and starts kicking it::
I mean how DARE he!!!!!!!!!! I was very offended.
::runs up to "short" blonde boy and kicks him::
Mwahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! I think i'm ok now. Then again maybe not.
::runs up to tree and starts crying::
me-I am oh so lonely Mr.Tree.
tree-::stands there::
me-You love me right Mr.Tree?
tree-::stands there::
me-WHY WON"T YOU ANSWER ME!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
tree-::stands there::
me-I HATE you too!!!!!!!!!
tree-::stands there::
me-I hope someone comes and chops you down!!!!!
tree-::a guy walks up and pulls out a chainsaw and cuts down Mr.Tree::
me-OMG!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!! ::starts crying:: You were my best friend...I...I ...loved you!!! NOOOOOOO!!!! ::falls to ground::
tree-::carried away and thrown in a truck::
me-::stares off in sadness as Mr.Tree is taken away:: Good bye Mr.tree.
Ok well that was certainly interesting. Well i'm off to do I don't know what yet...so bye!!!!!!
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Sunday, March 13, 2005

   The Life Of A Teenager
GRRRRRR...I am soooooo pissed off right now.
::runs up and hugs a tree for comfort::
Anyways the life of a teenager isn't easy that's for sure. Anyways i'm gonna try and make this post as interesting as possible for my strange friend's sake. Follow the butterflies!!!!!!!!!! Hell yeah!!!!!!! Anyways I took this quiz to see how I would die and the results are just WOW!!!!

You scored as Suicide. Your death will be suicide. What more can I say? Suicide 100% Gunshot 53% Bomb 47% Accident 40% Posion 40% Dissapear 33% Drowning 33% Suffocated 20% Stabbed 13% Eaten 7% Disease 0% Cut Throat 0% Electric Chair 0% How Will You Die?? created with QuizFarm.com

Anyways wow...I am so not into suicide. Anyways i'm gonna go now so buh bye ya'll!!!!!!!

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Wednesday, March 2, 2005

   Oh Look...It's Hillsborough High School!!!
Hey people!!!!! I went with my friend Lexi tonight to see the Hillsborough and Chamberlain baseball game...Chambo lost. Anyways i'm depressed so i'm gonna try and tell a story to make me feel better.
setting-in a tree in the middle of a snowy forest
Ms.Squirrel-Here is some of my best nut bread.
K and me-YUM!!! Thank ya!!!!
me-I miss my lover.
K-Oh gah...not again!!!!!
me-::grabs Mr.Wiggles the sock money and starts crying and drowns Mr.Wiggles:: Oh my good gah...i've drown the sockness of Mr.Wiggles!!!!
K-Can you shut your pie hole...i'm watching Blue's Clues ::turns back to acorn tv::
me-I didn't know you watched Blue's Clues.
Kayleigh-Just hush...OMG A CLUE A CLUE!!!!!!!!!
me-::stares in horror at Kayleigh::
K-Do you mind?
me-::still stares in horror::
K-::grabs Mr.Wiggles and throws him out of the tree::
me-::runs out of the ree in the cold snow and watches in horror as the slutty 8th grader Katherine catches the flying monkey::
Katherine-Muwahahaha...I got your Chris and now your darling Mr.Wiggles!!!!!
me-NO!!!!!!!!!!!! ::runs in slow motion in leaps but falls in the snow::
Katherine-::hops on a tractor and speeds off::
me-::falls in the snow crying::
Michael Jackson-::comes up and hugs me::
me-::eyes growing wide::
Michael Jackson-What are you starring aT?
me-OMG YOU HAVE NO NOSE!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!::runs off::
Michael Jackson-Why do kids fear me...i'm a sweet loving person. ::spots Katherine:: Hey little slutty girl...do wanna come with me to Neverland?
Well that's it for now...bye ya'll!!!
P.S. K stands for my strange friend who's strange


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Tuesday, March 1, 2005

   BLAH!!!!!!
Hello there. Damn people are getting an attitude with me today which pissed me off. But i'm ok...I just need to take deep breathes and calm down. Ok the whole breathing thing isn't working...I just wanna throw a lamp. Is that too much to ask for? I think not!!!!! I feel like hugging a tree...::runs up and hugs a tree but sadly a squirrel throws nuts at me because the tree was his lover::. Wow...i'm acting strange today. If I start twitching and everything lock me up. I feel like singing along with Green Day. Nobody likes you...everyone left you...they're all out without you having FUN!!!!! Poor kid who's every being talked about in that song. He's a loner!!!!! So yeah...I told you that i'd give you an update about Abercrombie...so he's some emails between me and my one friend about Abercrombie and Fitch...::shudder::.

Hey-ey!!!! OMG words can't describe Abercrombie. First of all the store is far worse then we ever imagined and i'm not kidding. The people that work there don't even greet u...they just literally stand there looking at there self in the mirror. There jeans range from $70 to $120 at least that's the jeans I saw...it could have been worse. There belts there cost $50 and there shirts cost $60. And omg the store is like a maze...Kayleigh and I got lost in it. There's also this big carpeted sitting area in the middle with sofas and lamps. They had on strange techno music and this one guy that worked there stood in front of the mirror the whole time messing with his hair and looking at his self in different position...it was strange. But the worst of all was when I went to the back and looked up to see this HUGE moose head!!!!!! IT HAD NO EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was sooooooooooooo creepy. Oh yeah...they have a big canoe in the middle of the store and they sell special Abercrombie and Fitch guy underwear. Plus it looked like a vintage store gone bad. Anyone can tear holes in pants and sew a tiny moose on a shirt and there's nothing special about the guy underwear except there's a nearly naked guy on the front of the box...::shudder::. Oh yeah...i'm gonna start working at Pac Sun when i'm old enough cause the guys there are HOT!!!!!! Oh yeah...I got a cute little Volcom purse. Well g2g so call me later ok. Buh bye!!!!!
Adrienne


Join The Anti Abercrombie And Fitch Club
If you join you will be saving the mooses and your $. So save the mooses by joining the anti Abercrombie And Fitch club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey-ey! OMG r u trying 2 kill me through email? I
almost died laughing when I read dat!lol Mazes,
mirrors and mooses oh my! I was jus gonna ask u how it
was when I got on & I find that!lol So it was fun,yes?
Sounds like so much fun I wish I coulda gone! I cant
believe they jus sit there & soak up their prettines
in the mirror all day!Shoo! So typical of the A&F crew
Man! Mad TV was right!lol He musta been in love
w/himself, him being a guy get it?lol U found the
price tags?? im so proud of u guys!lol So where was
they hidin, under the moose heads?lol jk Man theyre
prices be out the roof!lol And I know wat u mean bout
the moose heads I seen em in there be4 those
carnivorous bastards! Do u really save the poor
innocent blind mooses w/the card? Sign me up
immediately!lol Greenpeace!Have love not trophies on
yo wall! And why do u think guys who shop there buy
their panties? For the picture on yhe box!lol jk They
jus wont admit it but Im sure they jus love 2 ride
that canoe!lol Neways it sounds like fun im glad u
guys had fun & I ish I coulda gone :( Im so proud of u
4 surviving I was worried there 4 a minute Did u carry
out ur plan? And howd the pretty boys react 2 u? did
Kurtis show up? Neways thanks 4 the news that gave me
a good laugh well have 2 make an encore trip w/all of
us next time U guys'll be experienced & me da poor
scared rookie!lol I dont think I can call u 2nite cuz
were havin family time 2 watch the Oscars so im sorry
but ill talk 2 ya @ skool R u ready 4 FCRAP? Good
luck! Get adequate rest & Eat a supplishent(is dat a
word?) breakfast! Oh guess wat? I was @ da grocery
store 2day & I saw a guy w/ a shirt that said Russia
on it on back & front and stalker that I am, i stared
him down the whole time in glee!lol It made me laugh
though Jus thought Id tell ya! Oh guess wat I found
out Mr.HHS didnt give me the skool # he gave me his
office #! Woo! I got da direct line in! Yea!lol Told u
were funna be buddies be4 I go there! lol Ill tell ya
when he calls back, i cant wait! OMG go on their
website & click on about HHS ON the side icons saying
Auditorium, building, etc. will be there Click em &
pics come up They show the parts Theyre awesome!
Gorgeous! Go! Now!lol Did u ever get my Leto email
pic? lol Thought ud like that!lol Neways g2g w/b
Thanx! Watch the oscars! go aviator! Gwen! Yay! Well
ttyl Good luck on FCRAP & have a geat day! Luv Ambre'
Save the mooses!


Hey-ey!!!!!! Wow...I didn't know my emails could kill...lol. Seriously that store is like a maze. The people that worked there were sooooo rude though. I'm still laughing over the moose because I seriously wasn't expecting that. And no...Kurtis didn't show up because I think we camne too late and he gave up. But omg u have to go with us next time...it's just better witnessed in person. It smells funny in there though so beware. Oh yeah...when I turn 16 my daddy said I can go work at Pac Sun!!!!! Anyways good luck on FCRAP. Good night and sleep well for FCRAP.
Adrienne


Save The Mooses

Oh yes...here a song for today...

Letterbomb-Green Day

Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high.
The dummy failed the crash test,
Now collecting unemployment checks like a flunkie along for the ride,
Where have all the riots gone as the city's motto gets pulverized?
"What's in love is now in debt" on your birth certificate,
So strike the fucking match to light this fue!
The town bishop is an extortionist and he don't even know you exist.
Standing still when it's do or die,
You better run for your fucking life.
It's not over till you're underground.
It's not over before it's too late.
This city's burning "It's not my burden".
It's not over before it's too late, there is nothing left to analyze.
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus wires itself
And where will we all go when it's too late?

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia,
The St. Jimmy is a figment of your father's rage
And your mother's love.
Made me the idiot america.
It's not over 'till you're underground.
It's not over before it's too late.
This citys burning. "It's not my burden".
It's not over before it's too late.
She said "I can't take this place, I'm leaving it behind".
She said "I can't take this town I'm leaving you tonight".

Omg I get to see Green Day in 46 days 3 hours and 46 minutes. My birthday's in 29 days 7 hours and 45 minutes...15 at last!!!! School ends in 85 days 19 hours and 45 minutes...yes!!!!! My 16th birthday is in 394 days 7 hours and 44 minutes...wohoo!!!! I can start working at Pac Sun in 456 days 7 hours and 44 minutes...I can't wait!!!! Well i'm gonna go so buh bye!!!!! CHORUS PEOPLE KICK ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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Friday, February 25, 2005

   A Night At Chambo
Hey people!!!! Ok so Kayleigh basically called my posts boring so i'm gonna try and make them more interesting because god forbid that Kayeigh would be unhappy...jk Kayeligh. Anyways yesterday in chorus this one girl asked if anyone was coming to the talent show that night. So me and my friend Lexi decide to go. I read on Chambo's website that it was from 6 to 10 so i'm like ok. Lexi and I get there and the school is completely empty except for night school people. So Lexi and I decide to wait till 7. Anyways 4 rapes have happened in that area in the past week so it creeped Lexi and me out. It got really dark and we basically roamed the empty halls of Chambo. I decide to go out to the gym and am locked out of the halls so Lexi had to come open the door for me. Lexi and I go back outside and I look at the Chambo billboard sign and it said the talent show had started at 3pm that afternoon. So Lexi called up her friend and I called my sis. Lexi's friend gets there and nearly runs me over. Lexi and I sit in his car till my sis came and I went with her. Actually it's a longer story but god forbid I bore you. Omg...my cell phone explodes in 5 days 19 hours and 19 minutes...don't ask...only Kayleigh will get that. Anyways tomorrow Kayleigh, Ambre', and I are risking our lives and going into Abercrombie and Fitch ::shudder::. I will tell you all about it asap. Anyways here's part of the story that Kayleigh and I are working on. It's called...The Story.

The young chamberlain high school freshman glanced about her while dodging the postal power-walking principle to pass through the wave ghetto people, followed by Abercrombians. She began to feel out of place as she turned her gaze to a to stare in wonder at a lone ghetto girl in stiletto heels hobbling down the crowed 200 hall. She sighed. Her mind now made up, she ran to her first period, barely making the tardy bell, she knew that something had to change. And she happened to know just what.

As the girl climbed the mud-smeared steps of bus 4125, she prepared herself for the unmistakable stench of B.O. Once accustomed to the dank odor, she waited placently for her friend to arrive.

Anyways that's not all of it...it's still in the works. And just to make Kayleigh even more happy...i'm posting her story.
The girl stumbled into the clearing, devoid of all conscious or rational thought. Her mouth was slack-jawed, eyes cold as stone, holding no sign of intelligence. Her skin was rabid with fever, seeming to radiate with heat and her sickness. Her body was wary with the Sickness, not a trace of strength left to her name-her arms and hands shook in tiring determination, worn with calluses and scars, her feet cut up from the lack of shoes and walking the crude woods floor. Pine needles stabbed at her feet, pricking her feet, leaving a trail of blood to all who would love to follow her the scent and sight of her blood. Her slightly scrambled mind willed herself to go on, pressed on her tired and failing body. The only thing, the only hope that she held onto was to die loved, to die among those who actually wanted to help her, not help her because their job, she wanted to die in love-but she knew she would never be loved back though. She knew that even at a young age-it was like a shadow that was cursed to follow her every foot step. It was only her nature to push people away and hurt others through her snide and snarling comments. She hated people, letting no one through the thick barrier that kept her heart safe from other people’s pain. But the outer skin was to thin, she heard of these fairytales no matter where she went, in books, Disney movies, and in school work, but they not only bored her but also proved to be false under intense studies, from watching every couple’s moves, from those that fell victim to her gazing sharp gray eyes at the mall to the couples that divorced in the stories and gossip from her mother’s constant gabble. No, she thought, I shall never love. She decided to die alone. The girl shuffled on through the woods.

She stumbled into the clearing, walking like a drunk, swerving and struggling with every step to stay upright and balanced as her world shimmered with black dots that floated and danced effortlessly and weightlessly across her eyesight. The lack of sleep and the nausea combined would have been enough kill her, and she always struggled to keep her eyes open, and eventually her days began to dwindle in and out, like fading radio signals. She fought these urges to lie down and give up by clawing at her dried splashes of blood that covered her legs and torn arms, and on occasion she had to tear at her face with her breaking and dirty nails in order to keep awake, if not alive all together. Sometimes her world would even fade into as solemn gray, like a black and white photograph. She wished she had a camera when this happened, if she could she would put the picture on a postcard and tell her parents of her travels of distant lands with dragons and castles, and how she was doing fine, the usual lie that promoted her life of pain, suffering and constant running from the people who wanted so desperately to hurt her. Thoughts of going back home never lasted anyways, a few quick trips down memory lane usually cured the nostalgic slip ups.

When I was chopping wood, something stumbled into the clearing. For a minute, I thought It had been a wounded deer, just looking for a peaceful place to die. I looked at the creature, not knowing what to expect, and with a moments pass I realized it was a rather dirt smothered, beaten up, raving mad girl. I had been to the city many times before, and I’ve been in the country for some time, but nothing quite prepared me for this. At first she appeared to be a wood nymph, or some other mythic logical being-only her body was disease ridden and her skin glimmering with a fresh layer of sweat. I watched as she gazed in wonder at the rather large encampment, and as sudden as she had come she whipped her head to the left, cocking her head like a dog listening for a signal or command. Her sickness temporarily forgotten, she could’ve been mistaken for beautiful, her eyes large like a kid absorbing in all the sights of theme park.

The clearing was magnificent: the fort’s wall was a glimmering clean pearl white, reflecting the sun’s warm rays. There were four huts on each side, each little house about ten feet tall and eight feet wide on each side. The doors were rather odd, and seemed out of place for the buildings that looked so new. They were made of a layer of thick old oak, all had with brass handles that seemed older than the wood, maybe even centuries older. She staggered through the small fort, afraid of getting to close to the walls, afraid of her hand slipping through the walls and proving her eyesight to be wrong. If she started hallucinating, then all would be lost. To be in the woods with out a clue as to where you were was bad, but to be lost in the woods without a clue as to where you were and sick enough to be whisked away to the hospital while hallucinating and ranting insane gibberish was just all the worst. She bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood with closed eyes and counted to ten. By the time she had counted the last of the ten sugar plum fairies, the camp was still there. She sat down and began to cry. She had lost it, she was sure of it. She heard something. She snapped her head out of the fetal position, and wiped away the tears that blurred her sight. It was her father now, screaming that she had ruined his fort and how he was gonna be sure to make her go hungry tonight for making him look bad because crying in front of his friends just because he had yelled at her and slapped her once hard enough to make her head fly back was not a good enough excuse to cry. He came out of the far left tenet, already yelling his obscenities, throwing her mother aside when she tried to keep her only child safe. The girl began to sob, she had done it again, she had failed her father, now her mom and her were going to have to pay for all her wrong doings, she wasn’t going to be able to eat for a week with the bruise that her father was going to plant in her stomach with his fist, it would spread and every time she would breath she would feel his shame spread and be sore for about a month. She rolled back and forth, sobbing on the layer of pine needles waiting for her father’s foot to come in contact with her head. Her breath was thin and hitched, and a sudden coughing fit came over her. She hacked and felt her throat become a bloody tunnel, and when the coughing finally ceased, a small line of blood escaped from her lips. She remained sobbing on the forest floor, resting and gathering what was left of her tired body's strength. She at last pulled herself up to a sitting position, wiping away the mixture of salty tears and blood and a line of snot. She focused on getting herself up, but her consciousness fled her. She distinctly recalled someone calling out to her, and she knew she would be dead before she woke up again. Her dad’s voice was lost as she leapt over the last of the safe land into her unconsciousness, the bottomless abyss swallowing her frail body.

"who is she?" the harsh voice pounded in my head, cracking the fragile barrier of my existence and made my ears bleed. "I need an answer," the voice demanded. Pain pierced my ears, feeling as if someone was jamming my a knife through my thin skin that covered my ear drums. My throat itched, mouth was dry and my eyes felt sealed shut. That was just fine with me, I never wanted to see the light of day again. My thoughts rushed in my head, seeming to pass me by instead of letting me comprehend them. Every thing seemed blurry, memories coming in and out with static of the present, the people’s faces all fuzzy but somehow clear, I couldn’t tell. I didn’t want to think, I didn’t want to see where I was or talk to the person behind the bellowing voice who was currently telling other people to tie me up if I wasn’t gonna talk. Rough callused hands grabbed my small wrists and worked them into a tight loop and pulled out all the slack. They also tied my feet, connecting the to ropes together to form a longer piece of rope. Another loop was being fitted over my head when a friendly voice broke the silence. "what are you doing?". I listened carefully, judging the tones for kindness and authority, meaning that the deep voice was either a parent or the top dog of the group. I wondered how many people were here. The new piece of rope that rested on my head was lifted, and I was left where I lay as I listened to feet gathering to the left of my dying body. It was freezing cold outside, goose flesh broke out over my skin. A northern breeze caressed my face. I shivered. My shoulder twitched, and my right foot began to fall asleep. I was still lying on the woods floor, shaking uncontrollably. " we’ll set up a tent for the girl and give her food when she awakes, " my stomach twisted with nausea " but for now we’ll leave her alone. From the looks of her condition I doubt she’ll even wake up for a few a days." the voice was still that of the kinder leader, and I was glad when nobody questioned him. My head felt like bursting, or some little kid was let loose with a hammer. I tested my left hand, seeing if it would respond. One, two, three fingers, all of my left hand worked. It felt like decades since I had moved, the tendons creaking from lack of exercise. My wrist cracked. I licked my lips, wincing at the dry cracked skin….." it looks like she’s waking already- look…" I began to panic- what would they do to me now? Nervousness fluttered in my stomach. I stole a peek at the faces crowding around me. The colors where blinding- the shapes fuzzy and confusing. I rubbed my eyes, or tried to at least until I realized my hands were still bound together. One person who probably pitied a sick girl like me jerked the tight knots loose and the strings left my hands. Fresh air swirled around the covered skin where it had been confined to the rope’s walls. I rubbed my face and eyes, and my skin felt raw and abused. I would need more than lotion now. My skin felt ruff, my ears sore to a soft touch and my eyes watering. It took awhile for my sight to clear. My eyes now wide open, I stared at the faces who demanded my name to be known. I had never seen such a diverse crowd of men, and to my horror began thinking that this could be some manly boy outing where no girls were allowed. The outings where they belched around a bonfire and drank beer all day, staggering around and getting into arguments over stupid stuff. I sat up. My wrists creaked again. My sight fluttered with black dots and I stared at the ground to make sure I wasn’t going to black out. I couldn’t now that I had everything to risk. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Well, something did, but it wasn’t words. Blood spewed from my mouth and my stomach convulsed up into a ball, forcing more blood out my throat. My muscles tensed into knots, and I was barely aware of all the men backing up, disgusted of my sickness. I brought myself knees, bending over and trying to keep that stance. It seemed impossible. My sight was useless, everything was blotted out with small black smudges. Nothing seemed to penetrate my sight. I was about to shove my fingers in my eyes to make sure they were at least open when my stomach crunched together again and clear fluid came rushing out of my mouth. My jeans were splattered with warm digesting fluid, and tears ran down my cheeks in streams as my nerves screamed in frustration at kneeling over the ground. The warm tears were refreshing, my skin drank the salty tears as if it wear lotion from the gods. My mouth hung open, and more tears spilled from my watering eyes. Strings of spit trailed from my mouth to the ground. Slowly I brought my hand to my mouth, wiping the spit from the corners of my mouth. The taste that rebounded in my mouth was disgusting, and I spit out the remains of my last meal. I slowly closed my mouth and opened my eyes. The faces still peered at me, but now from a distance. I began to laugh at the irony- to think, I opened my mouth to talk and even though I felt fine I had barfed out whatever I had left in me. My stomach gurgled, my muscles shivering and glimmering in a fresh layer of sweat. It felt burning hot out now, and the setting sun’s shadows felt wonderful dancing on my twitching skin. My eye sight however was still blurred by tears, but I could most definitely live with the embarrassment of crying in front people I didn’t know. Coming to think of it, I glanced once more at the unfamiliar strangers with wide eyes of a lost child. I studied each face- there were eight men in total, all having a built physic of fighters. O this is just great, I thought. I stumble into a clearing looking for help, and it has to be a fighting ring who will crush me to a pulp. Like that would be hard, considering the circumstances. My bones would probably snap if someone were to kick me. But the men didn’t even make a move towards me. They just stared. I cleared my throat, wincing at the grinding feeling deep in my throat. I brought my hands to my throat, massaging the dry papery skin. "where… *ahem* erm… where am I?"
My voice merely a whisper, I belted out the question without fear of the answer. My stomach gurgled, and I focused my eyes on the ground for a moment. After the wave of nausea past, I looked back up to see surprising acidic green eyes. A young girl looked down at me with a look of pure disgust written all over her face, and looked embarrassed to find that she had been under my intense steady.

Anyways please try and post comments on either one of the stories. Well i'm gonna go now so i'll post later...buh bye!!!!!!



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Monday, February 21, 2005

   From Satellite
Hey ya'll!!! Ok...anyways on Thursday off last week I went an saw Hoobastank at Jannus Landings. THey were great. But what surprised me the most was there opening band...From Satellite. They deffinately rocked. So I deffinately think you should check them out because they're worth it. Well i'm gonna go now so bye ya'll!!!!!!!
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Sunday, February 20, 2005

   The Killers Rock
I just got The Killers cd and I LOVE it!!!! Here's my favorite song from the cd.

Mr Brightside Lyrics



Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag

Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now

He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control

Jealousy turning sex into deciet
Swimming through sick lullabyes
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cos I'm Mr Brightside

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag

Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now

He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control

Jealousy turning sex into deciet
Swimming through sick lullabyes
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cos I'm Mr Brightside

I never
I never
I never
I never

Ok...well yeah I know that was a short update but i'm tired. So yeah...buh bye ya'll!!!!!


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Wednesday, February 9, 2005

   I HATE EYELINER!!!!
HEY!!!! It's been awhile since i've really updated and Kayleigh's been getting onto me about it. Anyways i'm gonna start telling a story over the next few days about a girl and her trip to Prattville, Alabama.

Part 1:The Trip To Alabama(some ideas are from Kayleigh)

The young Chambo High School freshman looked about her at all the ghetto people and decided change was indeed needed. That day she decided to move up to Prattville, Alabama to be with her dear friend ::cough cough lover cough cough::. So she packed her bags and set out on Nebraska Avenue. She was a lonely 14 year old...soon to be 15...who couldn't drive so she hitched hiked all the way to Alabama. When she got there she noticed she was in the middle of...oh no...THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE!!!!!! She screamed in horror and called up her friend Kayleigh.
girl:Yo...Kayleigh...I be lost in da middle of no where.
Kayleigh:What...my dawg done be lost in Alabama?!?!
Ok ok it didn't happen like that because they aren't ghetto. So all of a sudden the girl spots a big huge green tractor heading right towards her she scream and sadly dies. Ok....that didn't happen. What did happen though is the friendly red nexk gives her a ride but half way through the ride he stuffs her in a burlap sack. So the not so friendly red neck kidknaps the poor helpless girl and drops her off...drum roll please...by the Mississippi River. The red neck then runs back to his tractor and speeds off at a good 5 miles per hour. The poor girl craws out of the bag and spot a canoe which the indians left there for some helpless girl like her.

So what will happen in Part 2...will the girl make it to her friend's ::cough cough lover cough cough:: house or die helpless to the grand old Mississippi River. Stay tuned to find out!!!!

Well i'm gonna go so bye people!!!!!




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