People in general:

Lauradora is going to scratch my eyes out.

I'm sort of afraid, B, will you shield me from her wrath?

It's not like I did anything either.

Well, would thinking about not going to formal count as nothing?

Which by the way, I probably will end up going to, so don't have a fit.

Well, if I find a dress.......*hopeful wince*


Psycho Killer qu'est-ce que? fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa............


At any rate. I don't even know what think was supposed to be about....? Gosh I wish I knew my own intentions.

Hey, I picked up breaking dawn yesterday, thinking, perhaps I just grouped it with the people who read it, and it really isn't something to twitch about.......well low and behold shuffling through it, I twitched.

What a waste of money, I always buy the stupid books, such as the Final Warning, what a failure of a book....


Here's to not writing flops!

~duck, duck, duck, duck, goose, duck, duck duck, NEON DUCK, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, goose, duck duck duck......

MY DRESS THAT I WANT!

http://www.charlotterusse.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3541719

~pooks~

No Title Nessisary

My mind wanders
And I see his eyes
How they hold his feelings
No matter his disguise

I feel a slight tremble
When ever he is near
The way he says my name
Is music to my ears

And even though I fall
I know he'll be there
Because he's a rustle
The wind in the air

Perhaps it's in my mind
Perhaps it isn't real
But still I know of yesterday
I know how he makes me feel

Maybe I'm just silly
I may be playing a fool
I can see his eyes
All wet and blue and cool

I wish he feels the same
I wish that I am right
His face is in my dreams
Each and every night

B

im so freaking confused

i hate my life. i dont know if i really like him. he cant stop thinking about me. i cant stop thinking about him, but for different reasons. we need to talk it out, but i dont know if i want to. i was so happy, but now i just dont know. i dont think im ready for this. i dont want to have to lie. but hes so sweet. i just dont know. this is worse than joe. and i thought that was bad. i mean, i was happy before him. but am i still happy? or am i worse? im too stressed. im worried about alot of things, and i dont know what to do. this is what ive wanted forever. but im not sure if hes the right one. this sucks. now im dreading the meet next wednesday. but i love track and i want to do well. But how can i??? my head is about to explode. i want to go run and clear my brain and think, but its raining. at least if i go it will disguise my tears. im scared. i dont want him, but in so many ways, i do. i dont know if im ready.

Is this what i want? or should i wait? Laura and Zach are so happy together, and i want it to be like that for me. They can trust each other with everything. thats what i want. But i dont know if thats what will happen. should i? or shouldnt i? i dont think im ready for this. ill never see him. i dont want to have to go behind anyones back to do this.
im not like that.
this isnt me.

Etu Dufus?

~I was going to say something important.

~Talking fish scare me.

~ Hypothetically if any inanimate object had to follow you around all the time which would you choose?

~I HAVE FIGURED OUT THE CAUSE OF OUR GENERATIONS PROBLEMS.

~ Professor Mcgonagal is my hero, if only I could spell her name.

~No, I take that back, Luna's the best.

~I won't grow up.

~...and the anchorman goes 'La de da deda dedadedadeda, La dedadedadedadeda.....'

~Aquatic creature doused in chemicals.

The Pen is Mightier pt. 1

Ok, I want some feed back here. I've decide to tell my story in short segments on the blog. It's called, as the title would show, "The Pen is Mighter". Here Goes:

“Matt Wilson: you just successfully completed the ninth grade. What are you going to do next?” My best friend Rufus asked in his best impression of a game show host.
I have hated my name for as long as I can remember. It wouldn’t bother me so much if it weren’t such a popular name. The trouble is, I’ve always wanted to be just Matt, but I’m always “Matt W.” or “Matt With The Pencil Behind His Ear.” It seems to me life might even be easier if I just changed my name.
“Well, Rufus, I think I’ll go home, hide my report card from my mom, nap for seven straight and then spend some time next week to work on that short story,” I stated. “But then again, I’ve been working on it for a while and it really isn’t going any where.”
I’m an author to be. I notice the little details that make up the big picture and that is what truly makes the difference between an author and a writer. Rufus doesn’t seem to get that because he got a C- in language arts. I got an A-. It would have been an A, but I was working so hard on this one piece and it had to be perfect, regardless of the due date.
“Matt, listen and listen good,” He usually wasn’t this confrontational. “Writing is a hobby, not a life. Get that straight. We have a whole summer to live adventures and you just want to write them? Not a chance, pal. For once, we will be the guys about town and maybe Wendi will go out with you if you stop talking about commas and semi-colons around her.” Getting this excited was unusual for Ruf. I could have almost respected the attempt, but the he sighed deeply and took a puff on his inhaler, which just ruined it for me.
However, what he said still struck a nerve. Wendi was my ex-girlfriend and a columnist in the Tiger Times: the school newsletter. I thought that we were going to last for quite some time because on paper we were so compatible, but it didn’t work out because I apparently was far too “one track minded”. I wish Rufus would just stop harping on that. She haunts my dreams enough as it is.
“Yeah,“ I said pretending like it wasn’t a big deal or anything, but it sort of was. “So a girl broke up with me. Big deal. No girl’s ever broken up with you because you’re to hyped up on meds for them to go with you to begin with.”
That was Rufus’s thing. He was allergic to all of the usual things: pollen, peanuts, strawberries, most anything tropical, wood, insects, bee stings, and the list goes on. He also has asthma. He was the typical kid people picked on, so his obsession with popularity made sense. He, like everyone else here just wanted to fit in. That was the problem.
“Hey! Ok, truce, but could you put that stupid spiral away for two minutes?” “Yeah, whatever.” I shrugged nonchalantly, and the two of us headed home.