Nothing Like Tricking Your History Teacher

Okay so I'm at school, banging yet?

So freaking banging, mann, but I have to be quick, if I'm typing and pretending to look at the paper next to me maybe he'll think I'm actually doing something useful with my time. Now he's writing crap down so I think I'm gone for now. Okay I know I always say something about being honest with yourself - Wait... I never said that? Go ahead and lie all you want because seriously, if you don't you're pretty much screwed.

I only have limited time here, thankfully the macs haven't blocked this site yet, probably because it can't or hasn't detected it yet. So I'm actually supposed to be working on a project, but haha, you lose or win whatever... because the day is almost over AND you get an almost end of february post... tomorrow I'm either posting three or five things either that or a really long post.

About my day of course!

Hah, damnit only ten minutes left of class...

I gotta go print this thing, not this but something else I was looking at.

PEACE OUT BITCHES

My Little Sister's Essay

Okay so my little sister wrote this for a project and I thought it was pretty funny so I decided to post it. I'm not revealing my whereabouts, so I did of course change stuff.

MY Sister

Walls School 5 – T
Somewhere in NJ


My favorite day of the week is Thursday. Gym is on that day. When I grow up I want to be an athlete. I like to run and I like to play games in gym that has running. I usually win. I sometimes even beat the boys. I want to run in tract some day and race other schools.

Thursday is also the end of the week. I only have one more day till the weekend. I have fun on the weekends I usually have friends over. We made a fort in my back yard and I have my own kids army. I am Captain Melanie.
My friend Tara, is look out, with her official name as Queen Tay-Tay. Becka is the fort Inspector Blurh Blurh Blurh, and Brielle is the Co-Captain Bri. We protect the fort we built. The Fort X!!! We took an old big intertube, and took parts from a ripped up old beach ball. This is our Fort X weapon. If there is an intruder, we take the intertube and launch it up. Our intruders are the family pets, Sabel and Ginger and my older sister Bethany (That's me!). We didn’t actually get to test the weapon on Bethany yet, but we’re looking forward to that. When the dogs came, we tried to launch the weapon at their feet but the dogs were too fast and ran away. On Thursday, we would talk at school, about the Fort X and what we would do over the weekend in Fort X!!!

Every day at lunchtime at school there is a different lunch but Thursday, which is usually pizza day. I don’t have to throw out half of my school lunch that day. I will eat the whole lunch. Only one time we had a food fight during lunch. Some kid screamed “Food fight” and threw a cookie, but it was not on Thursday.

This is why I like Thursday. It is a particularly happy day.

My Obsession

At first, he was just some one to fill the emptiness inside of me, it was true, it was never meant to grow into deeper feelings. But after a while, I began to forget that he was just someone I choose to like and not someone that I thought was cute or had a great personality. If fact, it was the complete opposite, at first I hated him and his personality but I was looking for someone to fill the empty void in my heart.

Then I became obsessed with him, why didn't anyone tell me about this? More importantly did anyone notice that my crush was more an obsession then anything else? How did I not notice this before, it took a damn book on the internet to figure this out! A fanfic no less! Strange enough the love story about loving someone not for their looks or outer views, but the love and person they can offer. My love, no, obsession was based purely on looks, not even, it was just a shallow void filling feeling. And you want to know the best part? I still felt empty, even with him held in my heart, I felt a piece of me was missing, because I gave him my heart. I practically handed it over unknowingly and he will never know the love I had for him, I cannot speak his name for fear of someone findind out and telling him.

And now it goes to my current dilema, I know he's still there somewhere, but I no longer look for him in rooms full of faces, I no longer hope he is at the mall or other places, no longer do I wish he was beside me in my bed, no longer do I dream of being his.

Not anymore, was it true that I let someone else fall through the crack though? How could I do that? Why did I do that to him? I love him, and I know I am speaking the truth, but it was conditional, I loved him like no other, like an obsession. I just came to that realization just now. True, there is a fine line between love and obsession, but did I happen to erase that line as the romance novel said? Did I just throw away all cautions to the wind and decided that because I choose him, I would love him no matter what? Like some pet or something? Why did I do that? Why did I promise myself I would never loose hope? Why would anyone ever let themselves do that? Who was stupid enough to love someone so faithfully?

And now I don't allow myself to think of anyone else this way because, I am not afraid, but frightened of the fact that I might actually fall in love with this one too. My heart clentches at this thought, I can't believe I let him fall.

How could I be so stupid? There was someone so great out there for me, and I choose him? Why did I do that? I didn't want him to be my one and only, I never thought of him like that, I just thought of the love I wanted and somehow he became that. And he's not even like that!

What did I do?! And now all I want to know is how long did I let this other guy fall through? How long did he yearn for me? Now I feel guilt.

Now I feel regret.

Bashing on Britney and Crazy Races

Ever notice how their hair never moves? I've never noticed this before but it doesn't move, like at all. They can swing their head around and still have Oprah hair. Have you noticed her hair? Never moves or flinches, and her, she's like always snappy and spunky. Did you know she bought her own show? Now if wanted it cancelled, it won't because she's the president of the black people and they're going to hire an assassian so Tyra Banks can be the new black president lady. Ever notice on the CW that almost every is Tyra Banks, they should just give it to her, hand it over CW so they can make it the new TBF, Tyra Banks Forever. What will happen when Oprah dies? Will OJ come out with another book about he swears he wasn't hired by Tyra Banks to kill Oprah? Seriously OJ, you so did it. Now what about the crazy white people? Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, kudos on chasing your ex assistant, it was almost as if you didn't want to die! Britney Spears that white bitch be crazier then turkey on rye. She had a horrible year. 2007 to be exact, it should just be renamed Britney screws up instead of '07. I can so see that right now. Instead of Match 19th 2007 it wouldbe March 19th Britney's on drugs. Seriously, does anyone think K-fed should have the kids? No? Okay. But what really shouldn't of happened was the fact that the kids should have just called Difus, didn't their nanny teach them when Britney threw them? Just wondering why Jamie decides to add in on the final, 'Oh yeah I'm trio months prego, suck it, Brit,' It's that awesome man, loving it every second when they kid is perfecto. We can only assume that busting on random people is fun. I'm here and that's nice to know.

A figment of your imagination, racism. Yeah, why do they jump at the chance to be insulted? I mean really why do they do it? They don't benifit at all, infact they all look like asshole in to their own race. And if you're that one person out there that's like, I'm OFFENDED, I'll hunt you down and smack the word asshole on your head. It's like you jump at the chance to be insulted, I said that twice, but it needed to be said twice! In all reality I could call you a ton of raical slurs. But I won't because that's not right and racism is just plan stupid. To me, it doesn't matter if your black or white, if you're twelve and already have a kid, I'm gonna say you're a whore and whatever race you are reflects on how people think of your race and sometimes your gender. Seriously you're the ones digging yourself into a deeper hole. And if you're like what do you mean by 'us' or 'they'. Seriously stop it, you're only making yourself seem more like an asshole. And we can't do anything about it. And if someone says something rude to me for no reason, I'm not gonna like them dispite their race.

So there, I'm done being rude to everyone. Have fun with semi-long/annoying blog posts.

The Really Long Appogoly followed by a really long post

I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SOOOOOOOOOOOO SOOOOOO SOOOO SOO SO SORRY!

I've been swamped with crap and stuff and I'm also pretty lazy, this month is going by quickly (why is it so damn short?). Even though it has an extra day.

It's leap year and yes, it's that time of year to go off and vote for who you want on the ballot. Black people will most likely vote for Obama ignoring the fact that he is against America.

Hah, I'm so kidding! Like all those things against Bush, are really jokes to see how many people acutally believe it.

Hah. Everyone is a moron, everyone is stupid and everyone jumps at the chance to be insulted. It's true and they don't hide it either, they all leap in front to get the attention of others. Seriously, I think you all should just blow yourself.

Yes, go blow yourself. BLOW IT.

That's all I need to say.

Ze Really Short Post in the History of Short Posts

And that was the really long blog posts in the history of really long blog posts.

Yeah so my Uncle passed away last Saturday and as you can guess, it was hetic and funeral arrangements and crap are like POOOOOP (My friend hates that word).

So apart from trying to make this post look longer then it really is, I'm sorry for not posting, I just went to the viewing (very creepy by the way, I never want one of those). And my aunt jokingly saying just put me in a trashbag and throw me in a hole.

Yeah, there is a law against that. But on the bright side, I can get a free plot for my dad in the Veterans cemetary because he served in the army.

Yeah, so I gotta go and this is the shortest post EVER!

Ze Byess.