Tuesday, January 25

Fuck Hamlet.
I have to memorize a soliloquy from Hamlet.
If you commonly read my blog, you probably know I'm pretty fucking pissed.

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Monday, January 24

Making a New CD
Have a hard time with this, so I'll try to organize my thoughts here.

1 - Alamo is no place for dancing - The Scene Aesthetic
2 - Close yet far - Cky
3 - The Sound of Settling - Death Cab for Cutie
4 - A Favor House Atlantic - Coheed and Cambria
5 - Wont Back Down - Tom Petty
6 - I Caught Fire - The Used
7 - Lunacy Fringe - The Used
8 - Collide - Howie Day
9 - Blue and Yellow - The Used
10 - Almost - Bowling for Soup
11 - Outside - Staind
12 - Epiphany - Stanid

I give up. I don't really like music as much anymore.

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Friday, January 21

Dear Teacher,
I wanted to thank you for your help today, but I also wanted to apologize as well.
I mean I doubt that's how you really want to end your days.
But as for what you said about your wife and her dealing with things like this, I give you complete permission to tell her anything we talked about.
I just know I need some help, and I'm not like embarrassed of anything or anything like that so I'm pretty much open to talk to anyone that can give me answers.
I didn't want to put a huge load on anybody or anything like that, just had to get it out there you know.
Teachers are good people, what you guys do is beyond extraordinary.
Usually it takes kids awhile to realize that, but at some point everyone can see the impact you have on us.

I just want you to know that I look up to you as a teacher and as a person.
It's nice to know that people can devote their lives to something that they feel strongly.
I mean getting diagnosed with diabetes as a child has to be rough, and knowing that you can overcome that and take up in interest in physical education and anatomy is amazing.
It's amazing to know people can experience something so terrible, but use it to teach and inform people is just amazing.
That's what makes me feel better, knowing that there are people like you in this world and that I might be able to use my problems for the greater good someday.
And, I thank you for that as well. Hope.
You didn't let your disability get to you, it made you strong, and I hope that I can do the same.
I know I have potential and my future is bright, I just need to get over this patch.
Not trying to tell a sob story, but I didn't have many positive role models in my life, mostly give-uppers.
So it's nice to know I can go to school and be around people I see as being positive people.

Anyways, I'm rambling.
I just wanted to make sure you knew how important your role is as a teacher, and that you really helped me feel better today.
You're a great role model, and I hope that someday someone will look at me the same way.
Thank you.

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Wednesday, January 19

I'm too lazy.

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Monday, January 17

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Mad world

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Thursday, January 13

Why be mean when you can just be nice?

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Tuesday, January 11

You're gonna be a big big star ♥
Not the kind that you see with all the money and cars,
but the kind where people know your name.
The beautiful kind.

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Monday, January 10

If I won the lottery.
If I was to happen to win the lottery (and actually get tons of money) this is what I would do:

(This list is in no order.)

Help out my family, a lot.
Start scholarships for the arts and also academics.
Donate to a buttload of charities that I think are actually doing something.
Start a lending agency nationally for entrepreneurs.
Publish Davlin's book globally, and have it translated into many languages.
Pay off my hospital bills.
Rebuild the town pool.
Sponsor children globally.
Hold community events.
Buy property and rent it out to people for a fair price.
(Maybe just build multiple apartment complexes?)
Buy some new clothes at the Mill Creek Mall.
Buy small business stocks and help boost the economy.
Meet Oprah.
Get a PhD in every profession I ever thought was interesting.
Travel to places I've always wanted to go.. (Arizona (:)
Drop money randomly on the ground while walking.
Treat my nieces to a wonderful princess party.
Open a hospital.
Build something useful.
Give them something to talk about.

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Sunday, January 9

I've died my hair red.
I would put a picture, but I hate taking pictures of myself.

It's not amazing, but it is interesting.

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Wednesday, January 5

I wish I was a boy.
When I look at girls that are prettier then me, I start feeling really depressed.
It's stupid.
Why am I so obsessed with being awkward.
I don't really want to be around people anyways, so why do I care about them not wanting to be around me?
Maybe it's the fact that people warm up to me and then leave me when I need them the most.
But when do I establish this need factor?
I wish I knew so I could kill it; I hate leaving myself open like that.
I guess it's time to dye my hair again. (That's usually what I do when I feel unsatisfactory.)
I guess something inside me thinks changing my hair will make me feel better about myself.
Most people just wear make-up, but I rock that natural look.
I might just be the only teenage girl that doesn't paint her face on in the morning.
Sometimes I do, but those are usually days when I wake up really early with a blank canvas and noting better to do... But I used to be different.
I used to have friend, and love people.
I used to not feel anxious, and just love a good time.
I used to look pretty and act pretty.
But now I'm nothing, and have no one.
What ever shall I do?..

But I guess the hair will have to do, and here's some pictures you can enjoy:

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Tuesday, January 4

Close yet far.
I kinda wish I knew what was wrong with me.
But then depression wouldn't be such an adventure I suppose.

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Monday, January 3

Shakespeare, Brilliant or..?
I'm tormented by the thought of Shakespeare as a writer.
I mean he's so famous of course, and also known as one of the best writers of all time.. But it he?
Maybe he's a really shitty writer, so shitty that no one can determine the true meaning of what he's saying therefore leaves much room for debate.
But that's the purpose of writing anyways right?
Leaving the audience to decide.
Like this:

I once knew a pig named Fred. I killed him and ate him for dinner.

Okay, firstly, you're probably thinking okay that's cool. You ate a pig named Fred.
But what if I give more details..

I had a neighbor, his name was Fred. He was a pig, and I hated him. So one day while he was asleep I snuck in and murdered him. I ate him for dinner the next day.

Is that what you thought I was going for?

Shakespeare conflicts himself so much, it's annoying.
Such as in Hamlet, when Hamlet meets his fathers ghost and his father tells him he's being tormented in the afterlife for all the bad he's done.
Later in the story, Hamlet is trying to figure out whether there is or is not life after death.
Well DUH DUMBASS you just met your father's ghost, clearly somethings going on.

I don't know what the point of this rant is, I suppose it's just the fact that Shakespeare kinda pisses me off.
But I will give the benefit of the doubt, I do not know Shakespeare personally, nor know Old English.

There is however one sonnet from Shakespeare I enjoy, it is as follows:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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Sunday, January 2

I'm going to watch all the pokemon episodes.
Pokemon is still cool,

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Saturday, January 1

So anyways...
Yeah, my blog is super ugly right now but oh well I'll fix it later.
I must sleep before my eyeballs burst.


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Hello again!
It's been a long while since I've actually posted a blog.
Talked to Drin for awhile today, that was nice.

Happy New Years!
Sweet dreams.

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