I wrote a song, however, it has no title. Here it is:

Clear the mind
No need to cry
Flooded with disbelief
Never thought it would happen to me

Chorus:A trivial thing really
Why does my heart break so?
Tears rushing out to
Show their presence
Their faces filled with woe

Emotion is so tiring
So hard to face
But there are so many,
So many mistakes I make

Chorus

One would think I'd be
Used to the wrenching pain
Admittedly, it evades me
Why my spirit is forevermore slain

Chorus

I'll pick up my punctured heart
From the ground where it had lain
A victim to cruel darts
And nurse it to health a-gain.

This blog is going to be so gargantuan it's going to have sections.

Marching Band

This is so incredably awesome. We won sweapstakes at our competition. (If you don't know what tht means: Marching Bands are in class depending on how many people are in them. Our band is a AA. This in paticuler means we performed better than the fifteen other bands in A and AA.) Now we are working on mantaining that level because it would look really stupid to get fifth place this Saturday.

Friends

I'm kind of annoyed at one of my friends right now. He goes to a different school, but whenever I even mention school he flips out and starts talking about how much he has to do and how his family pressure's him. He won't even relax during the October break and he paints his life as living hell.

Now I realize I'm on the listening end of this and I don't know the whole story. I'm certainly glad he trusts me and is willing to open himself up about his troubles. However, it is unbelievably irking that he is so completely negitive. (Not to mention the fact that when he talks about such stresses, his voice gets higher and complain-y. To tell you the truth, I think that's the worst part.)

The whole thing kind of brings up the issue that many of my friends treat me like a Catholic priest. Whever they have a problem, I'm the one they choose to come to. Don't ask me why. They are doing drugs, their bi, their parent's split up. They come to me.

Maybe it's because I think gossip is lame and I'm rather quiet. Maybe it's because I'm a good listener. Or maybe it's just because I'm not very intimidating.

The thing is, since I'm the listener/advice person in my group of friends, I have no one to go to if I ever want to talk. Not like that will ever happen though, I'm very good at keeping my own secrets. In fact, I hardly ever open myself up to anyone (Except this blog I suppose, which is actually the world, but it's anonymous so it doesn't count.) yet they all do to me. Another puzzle to be solved.

Music

I'm liking the sound of the Gorillaz. Well, truth be told, I like their music videos more than the actual music, but the music is cool too.

The band of the month is The All-American Rejects. There were awesome, they are awsome, and hopefully they will always be awesome.

School

It's the last week of the first quarter, so that means tests, tests, tests and homework, homework, HOMEWORK. Sheesh, there's no time to have a life anymore.

To tell you the truth, I should be doing homework right now, but I'm going to pretend it's not there and hope it'll go away.

At my school, there is a large project for each grade, and for my ninth grade project, I'm going to have to lecture for ten minutes in front the the school and local community about the Cons of Globalization. I'm glad I care about this topic, but I still crouch in fear of getting in front of people. (I'm such an oxymoron...I'm in Drama, and I have stage fright.)

Weather

Hurricanes are everywhere. (I was thiiis close to saying that they were the new trend, but I figured that would be quite insensitive to all the people who are suffering because of them. I'm VERY grateful I live in California and not in the East Coast.)

Seriously, this is like some freaky Apocalypse. Come on, haven't you ever seen The Day After Tomorrow??

Ok, now seriously, the news reports are getting on my nerves. Yes, it was horrid and sad beyond words. Must one dwell on it? I know life isn't all sunshine and roses, but come on. Instead of repeating the fact that this many people are dead and this many people are homeless (which the other news station just said five minutes ago) why doesn't the news station donate money to the people? It takes money to get the newscaster over there and then it takes money to get the equipment over there. So instead of sending a person and a camera to New Orleans, why don't they use the money they would have spent, and donate it?

Ok, I'm done.

I took another quiz. The name of it is: What's Your Horror Movie Death?
Here's the results.


When Action Figures Turn Violent
You devoted your life to acquiring all the dolls, toys and memorabilia you could get your hands on, but ironically, one of your precious collectibles chose to take that life away. Maybe the creepy lady down the block had a garage sale and you accidentally bought a puppet possessed by a murderer. Maybe your new toy robot was programmed to destroy humanity. Or maybe that dirty old clown doll you found on the street really was evil. In a frightening collectible rebellion, the malicious toy tried to sell you on eBay, but then it found out you were more valuable in parts. Not pretty.

(Here is the link: http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz_main.php?id=2608&theme=movies )

I took this quiz around 11:30 at night, so when I went to bed half an hour later, I was a teensy bit frightened of my stuffed animals. Yah, yah, don't tell me, I already know what a cowardly freak I am.

I think it all goes back to my childhood...

Back in the day, I owned around ten Barbies (including the guys). Being that some were gifts and some were begged for, I like some more than most. That made my little innocent heart feel guilty. One day, my seven-year-old self had a dream. In this dream I asked one of my most loved Barbies if she liked me back. And in this cruel voice she said "No" and turned her head slowly. It was part Twilght Zone's Talking Tina part Chuckie, although at that time I knew nothing of either. Well, my aghast little self was hurt deeply, but wanted to make one thing sure. I asked her if she hated me. She stared unblinkingly at me and replied "Yes". My little heart filled with woe, for my loved Barbie hated me, so my others must downright murderously loath me.

Then I woke up. I'm pretty sure that was my first step to hating Barbies.

(However, I'm not saying I would still like Barbies if that had never accured. Now I also hate Barbies because they are looked upon the "ideal" in the female body, which unbelievably unrealistic. Especially because if Barbie was a real life person, she would have to walk on all fours because she's top heavy. Yet we give these dolls to children and they figure it's the norm. Please.)

So I quickly abandoned Barbies and journeyed into the stuffed animal world. There I have stayed, although I haven't bought a stuffed animal for a long time. I still love my old ones though.

At least I haven't dreamt about their rebellion yet.

What is it with crabby substitutes?

Today in Spanish we had a sub and she spoke very loud. Our regular Spanish teacher always speaks in Spanish, she almost never has spoken to use in English. the sub spoke in Spanglish and I made a remark to myself about how I don't like Spanglish because it's confusing. She overheard me and went on about how I'll be hearing Spanglish all the time because people in Mexico don't really speak in proper Spanish, they use Spanglish because the majority of them are not properly educated. I know lady, I've been to Mexico three times, I have relatives there. And I wasn't really talking to you anyway. However, I suppose I should give her some slack, she did mention (in Spanish) how Spanish is her native language and she speaks a bunch of other languages too.

In Biology we've had a sub for weeks now because our regular teacher is on maternity leave. We were watched two videos on the cell and the second one was freaky, let me tell you. They had creepy, harmony type music in the background and the narrator's voice was ... indescribable. Kind of like an insightful poet's voice; she even used poetic language to describe it. Nevertheless, the visual was quite boring and her voice itself distracted from what she was actually saying. So, a girl named Kiara (could be spelled differently) rose her hand and said "I really don't think anyone is actually getting anything out of this video, so I think we should have a class discussion instead."

Our sub replied, "I think you should be quiet and watch the movie."

And that was that.

Today was a day full to the brim with singing. Sure, most of the day I felt like crud, but for some unknown reason today I sang a lot more than usual.

One of the best lyrics ever: "They say I've lost my Mitus touch, what turned to gold now turns to rust."

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I'm really mad at this guy because he's super annoying. Typical. I've known the dude for seven years. He's super smart but it seems he looks down on others. Whenever he laughs, his facial expression appears to be laughing at you and/or your stupidity, not laughing with you. He makes little freaky noises all the time and always speaks in the atrocious monotone. And he dosn't listen to music. But you want to know why I'm really mad at him?

I have a sneaking suspicion he might have a crush on me.

He always is trying to talk to me and he's always behind me in the running blocks. And you know what I'm thinking?

Stalker.

The sad thing is, I don't even really like the guy as a friend. It's horrible to say but I truly wouldn't care if he died this very second.

Yes, I'm quite aware I'm being a total monster.