Don't demand respect when you don't deserve it.

I never thought it would come to this, but I currently hate, and REALLY hate, two people.

One lost all respect (as if he had much to start with) when he and a few other shunned me into my own personal hell. Then he expects me to respond when he wants a decent seat at lunch, gum, a pencil, or answers. Know what? HECK no. I hate being treated like crap and I despise his mere existence. I can't wait for the day somebody tells him off. I'd do it if I knew it wouldn't go on my personal record.
Its not just me though.. Others hate him and I think he knows it. He is slowly losing all his 'followers' as you may say.

As for this other female dog. We met her not long ago and she was a real jokester. But she came out and told us off when we didn't do anything and then passed it as a joke. Today, we broke up into sectionals and she yelled at a section leader because her section was on the track. 1. She didn't say were we CAN'T go. 2. We did what Daniel said to do. 3. You lost all general respect on day one.

There's nothing more I can say without ranting with cuss words...
Bye.

It's just another thoughtful Tuesday...

This morning I got up at 4:30 and I was WIDE awake. And I figured I would just lay there and enjoy the fact I won't have the groggy feeling. Then I decided to try and get at least another half hour of sleep so I pushed the cat off my stomach and curled up under the covers. I was oddly cold, but it didn't bother me. Then When my alarm went off at 5:30 I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.
Of course after a bad encounter in the laundry room which involved some blood and loss of skin, I decided to drape a towel over my shoulder. When I shoved the clothes I desired to wear today into the dryer, I got into the shower and tried to figure out what was going on.
I'm NEVER this happy in the morning. I NEVER have this much time to enjoy the morning.
When I came to the conclusion that I'm finally crazy I got out of the shower and ran to the kitchen in dread to know I was going to be eating cereal.
THEN I walked over to the dish cabinet to find there were no bowls. SO I experimented.
My uncle Ben makes these banana pancakes, and I LOVE them. I made a feeble attempt at them this morning...
Ben would be proud. :D
Now, I must figure out how I want to do my make up... I may have just jinxed myself...

Only I could be this collected and still be dysfunctional

Yesterday was Good Friday. It was semi-lazy, semi-hard working.
Dusty and I were planning a bonfire for April 17th. So for its sounds like a load of fun. But sadly, we don't want EVERY body to come.
In some cases its one or the other. (No examples. Sorry.)
It'll be a basic bonfire and bar-b-q.
We WANTED to blow up a watermelon, but mother was not fond of the idea.
But what we will have will be smores, beverages, hot dogs, hamburgers, bored games, and if you wish some paper to burn somebody's name you despise.
Dusty has made out the invites and should have them printed by at least Tuesday.
They would be in ticket form which is kinda cool.
But before any of this can happen, I must get the yard cleared out. (rake leaves, mow the lawn, ect..)

As for today, I haven't done anything. This is the longest I've been out of bet at one time and I already want to go back upstairs.
I was up playing video games all night, but anyway...

Happy Easter!

Good Morning...

Good Morning.
It is currently 6:27 in the AM and we are experiencing EXTREME drowsiness.
So much so we have had to high school students passed out on the floor no longer than 25 minutes ago.
Its indeed very sad.
Wait till this happens again tomorrow only to find the don't have to get up...

Little note to self: School destroys as much as it is believed to help. (Which is a lot depending on how you look at it.)

Venting.

Well. It was bound to happen...

In the past week or so, I've finally come to realize I'm only really happy in two daily classes: Biology and Algebra 1. The four classes I'm required to take everyday would be, in order, Biology, History, Algebra 1, and band.

First, I'll explain why I enjoy my two honors classes this semester. I love them because they are the classes my undeniably true friends are in. I can turn around and say the most random thing and a conversation would bloom out of nowhere. There I feel comfortable, happy, welcome, and wanted.

Next, we will discuss history. I feel very out of place and uncomfortable here. The only 1 (or 2) person (or people) I thought I could hold a reasonably happy conversation and be myself around have turned on me. One will try to involve me in the conversation, but I don't like the others involved. They despise me as much as I detest them. (Note to those I'm referring to: Guess what; if you can't figure it out, our feeling of hatred is quite mutual.)

On another note, I care what others say. It bothers to me to the point I'll over think of it and just sit and cry. Pathetic, I know. Though, regardless of my feelings, I will NOT change for anyone. I am who I am and nobody can change that. I'm just so used to those around me not having negative feelings toward me. For one, usually when people don't like me just by my appearance they have the decency to just avoid me.

Very immature. I know.

As I currently write this (for the draft was written in 2nd block), they are carrying a conversation about the skate park. Blah.

Now for band. I used to always feel comfortable, loved, and happy. I love playing my horn and I enjoy the music we play. It proposes a challenge and it gives me pride and hope for my future.

Looking back now, I wasn't happy. I was simply going through the motions.

My love of music may not be enough to keep me in this particular class. I'm tired of looking on either side of me and seeing two backs. Conversations all around. I'm the shadow of the room. As Jesse would say, 'Its just depressing.'

Well... Even if I'm not happy, its not a for sure decision. I don't want to drop it, but we'll just have to see.

As for history; there's nothing I can do. I'll just have to wait (and hope) I'll get Mr. Bailey's class next year with all my friends..

Just 8 more weeks...

Just random pictures I found on the camera

Sigh... That would be my brother and I. It could have been worse, I suppose.


I've been told I have some funny faces. I can just assume that this is one of them.


This is just a condemed little house that I thought was adorable. :D


Like his pillow? We call it Willis!


It was indeed very cold.

Blue hat?

So... My EVIL math teacher requested that we do this assignment that we had to figure out what kind of HAT some kid was wearing.

It took FOREVER to understand. It took my teacher, Coach Sanderson, months to figure it out apparently. It took me 2 hours. Then I shared my findings with all my friends.

Free Friday! Here I come!! :D