My goals:
A piercing in the middle of my bottom lip.
More piercings in my ears.
(Eventually) get some piercings in my belly button
(Maybe) pierce one of my eyebrows
Learn some new things
Get all As
Get in shape
Get a J.O.B.
Join clubs (next year)
Do my fucking best on the SAT
Pick out some colleges I'm interested in
Learn how to fucking drive (and get my learners)
Get something to fix my sight
Take my vitamins
Stop losing my hair
Grow my hair back
Cut my hair (just a bit)
Figure out what it is I want out of life

Have patience for my mother and Asja
(Maybe) give Mark another chance

But mostly
Give school my best shot
So that I can get the hell out of here
And the hell away from them

<3

I hate you for taking your touch out of my parenting
And leaving a stranger's in your place.
And I hate you for realizing too late
That you were never there.
It wasn't you who shaped who I am
It was your absense

<3

So I was looking at Disney merch, right?
And it hit me.
Why not have a fucking Little Mermaid themed birthday party this year?
Hell fucking yes!
It's time to fufill my childhood fantasy!
The first half of it anyway.
My first love was the Little Mermaid (age 4)
My second love was bondage and rough sex (age 5)
Mmhm Mhmm. ~nod nod~
So.
I really. Really love the Little Mermaid.
Like not just a little
But... a lot
I think that when I grow up and get rich (screw being famous) I'm definitely going to have a Little Mermaid/Pirate room.
Oh yes.
And it will be wonderful.
I'll place right next to the Kink room
omfg.
Ariel Styling head.
Her hair is so gorgeous (jealous)
Omfg.
Ariel Beauty Set!
!!!!!
Oh hellz yeah!
Princess Turbo CARS!!!
:D
Okay.
Okay.
Ariel and the whole Princess gang is are love.

<3

Okay
What the FUCK is wrong with my body?
First I was sick with fever, lack of voice and sore throat.
Now I'm like... dead
I have no strength!
I am weak!
I can barely talk I'm so weak!
I can't walk across the kitchen without needing to catch my breath I'm so weak!
Grr!
When will it end?!
P.S.
Fucking exams!
This bug was poorly timed.

<3

I fucking love you Emily..
deathbyjisatsu (9:55:18 PM): Screamo Back in Black is just no good
Lucifer Ann (9:55:24 PM): Cicada bugs..
deathbyjisatsu (9:55:27 PM): ...?
Lucifer Ann (9:55:59 PM): OMFG IT'S FUCKING HUGE
Lucifer Ann (9:56:01 PM): HOLY SHITTTTT
Lucifer Ann (9:56:06 PM): OMFG DEATHHHH
deathbyjisatsu (9:56:17 PM): What the hell are you talking about?
Lucifer Ann (9:56:26 PM): CICADA KILLERS
Lucifer Ann (9:56:38 PM): THEY'RE HUGEFUCKING WASPS
Lucifer Ann (9:56:44 PM): THAT LIVE. IN THE GROUND.
deathbyjisatsu (9:57:03 PM): You fucking nut.
Lucifer Ann (9:57:09 PM): I AM NOT A NUT
Lucifer Ann (9:57:11 PM): GO HOME
deathbyjisatsu (9:57:11 PM): xD
Lucifer Ann (9:58:24 PM): IT DIGS SO QUICKLY

lmao

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My brain is so fried right now
And I'm tired.
And my stomach is being really weird right now.
And I'm sick as a dog.
And I need a shower.
And I need to brush my teeth.
And I need to finish Christmas shopping.
And I need to study for my exams and make up tests.
And I don't think I'm going to be able to make it at school tomorrow.
I'm not even sure how that's all going to work out.
I just need to sleep for the next week.
I think I'm running a fever again.
T.T
I want my Malic...
<3

~cough/hack/death~
Me: My throat feels like it has been violated with a rusty penis.

Juliano: HOORAY!!

<3

This school survey thingy..
Who's locker is next to you?
I'm not quite sure, I don't use it. But in 7th grade, my locker was next to Emily's, which was really kick ass.

-Are you usually on time to 1st period
Always. Always. Always.

-Full size or small sized locker?
Full size bitch.

1 S T P E R I O D:

-Who sits beside you?
It's not so much sitting as it is laying, and it's usually Bunn and Sanguine, but Sanguine did the whole exchange program thing so now I have Eor in my class.

-What class is it?
Sleeping 101

-Who's your teacher?
Mr. CAB (Comfy Ass Bed) and Mr. FC (fluffy comforter)

-Have you ever fallen asleep in first period?
Fallen asleep? No. Been asleep? Everyday

2 N D P E R I O D:

-What class is it?
Spanish I

-Who's Your teacher?
Mr. Castillo

Are you failing this class?
Actually, I usually have an A in this class.

-Is this your favorite class?
I don't really have a favorite, but this is definately the easiest.

-Who do you sit in front of?
That kid I sit in front of.

-Who do you talk to the most?
Most definately my teacher. He asks me a question and I answer.

3 R D P E R I O D:

-What class is it?
Marine Bio Honors

Is your best friend in this class with you?
Hahaha-no.

-Do you hate anyone in this class?
Hate is such a harsh word. I prefer strongly dislike. And I strongly dislike many people, starting with my teacher and warming up expansively from there.

-Are you allow to eat in this class?
Everyday. In fact, this morning I brought basil and garlic goat cheese, and mini toasts. It was quite delicious.

4 T H P E R I O D:

- What class is it?
AP American History

-What do you do during 4th period?
Listen and laugh. My teacher is awesome and she makes this class amazing.

-What is your teacher's name?
Ms. Kay

do you chew gum in 4th period?
If I have it and the situation calls for it

-Anyone you want to shoot during 4th period?
That one Christian girl that's ugly and has a really big mole on her face. I'm not vain, it's not her looks that make me dislike her, it's what she says. Stupid zealous, religious over-achiever..

Is 4th period your fav class?
Actually, yeah, it probably is. But it's also the most demanding of them.

5 T H P E R I O D

-what is it?
AP English

-is your crush in this class?
No. He's 20 and doesn't go to high school anymore. And even if he did, he was homeschooled.

-do you have any relatives in this class?
Not to my knowledge

-whos the teacher?
Mizz G-Rafalo

6 T H P E R I O D

- WHAT IS IT?
IT'S SOMETHING!
But specifically, it's AP Bio.

-is your ex in this class?
Nope. I haven't go to school with a boi/ex since the 8th grade.

-do you day dream in this class?
Never! Why would I ever want to miss out on hour long lectures about proteins, cell membranes, enzymes, osmosis, or anything of the sort!? The idea itself is appalling!

-whos the teacher?
Mrs. Weise, who is like.... a million years old.

A F T E R S C H O O L:

-Bus?
Nope.

-Walk?
Once. Took me an hour and a half.

-Ride?
My mama. She's never on time.

-hang with friends?
Afterschool? It's very rare, I don't really have any close, close friends at school. But I do sometimes hang with Malic after school, and that's always fun.


Yessss....
Boredom...

Bye!

<3

By they way.
I find getting no sleep utterly depressing.
I can't wait for Thursday.
SLEEP.
<3

English Essay
Message: Tragedy can be a blessing in disguise.

It was after dark. My little sister, Asja, and I were happily playing with our Barbie dolls in my room in our cozy house in Dallas, Georgia; Ken had just confessed his undying love to the ever beautiful and mysterious Mermaid Barbie and was now proposing. The Little Mermaid had always been my favorite story. But just as Barbie was about to say “yes”, a terror-invoking shout erupted from the hallway, followed by a choking sob that filled me with more fear than I should have ever known. I rushed out into the hallway as fast as I could, Asja right on my heels. We emerged just in time to see Daddy violently shove Mommy against the wall and slap her hard against the face. I watched helplessly with the grim realization that there was nothing I could do to help her, the one that loved me more than anyone ever could. When she feebly tried to push him away, he struck her again. I took it upon myself to protect Asja from this horror and gently ushered her into her room, softly closing the door behind us. The only light in her room filtered in from the street through the blinds on the window, dimly illuminating the floor beneath the window with an orange glow. I could barely make out Asja’s small and quivering frame, she was scared and confused, but her eyes were aglow with the desperate need to do something. I helped her into bed and layed down beside her. “Is Mommy going to be alright?” she asked in a tiny worried voice. She didn’t understand what exactly was going on, but understood that something was wrong. “She’ll be fine.” I replied, kissing her forehead, and reassured her of the this until she fell sound asleep. I however, laid awake, unable to sleep. I prayed, wished, hoped something would happen to stop what I could still hear going on. And a few months later, on July 25th, 1996, my prayers were answered in a way that I never could’ve imagined.
I couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours when my mother burst into my room and shook me awake. “Wake up, Jade, wake up! Something’s wrong, we have to go to the hospital right now! There’s no time to get dressed, Aunt Anita and Uncle Butch are already waiting in the driveway. Go ahead and run out there while I grab Asja.”, she said in a frightened voice. I stifled a yawn, quickly jumped out of bed, and rushed outside with my mother following close behind with Asja in her arms. The drive to the hospital was a blur, and once we got to the hospital, we rushed into the lobby, and were immediately directed to a waiting room. I found myself waiting with only Butch and Asja, my grandmother had come too, but all the women were somewhere else. We didn’t wait long before they all came back in the room crying with more pain than I ever could’ve thought possible. I was beyond confused and frightened. I turned to Butch and asked “What’s going on?” to which he replied in a pained but quiet voice. “Your dad is dead.” And as I sat there in shock, refusing to let myself cry so as not to scare Asja further, something inside me died. I was 6 and Asja was 2. This event marked the real beginning of my life.
In the years that followed, my mother would move my sister and I down to Florida, where we would live poorly, with her drifting from one wicked man to another, making happiness always seem just out of reach. And up until a few years ago, it was.
Four years ago I met the best sister from another mother a girl could ever have, Emily Galea, and the best friends ever. Dylia, Naomi, Loni, Keith, Josh, Bill, and Adam. I also met my first love, Diego, whom I'm still with today. But more importantly than all of this, my mother gave birth to my little sister, Athena, who is now 2. You have never known joy unless you have had the privilege to raise a child. It’s the most amazing experience in the world, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even to have my abusive father back. I understand now that there must be a balance. For every pain, a moment in heaven, for every tear, a smile, for every laugh, a cry, for every tragedy, a blessing, and for every death, a life.


Yeah... So....
It's really emo.
But I thought that it would get me a better grade.
That's not to suggest it isn't true though.


LOVE YA ~insert quack Emily face~

<3

I'm bored.
You love me.
And love to make me feel loved.
So... fill this out:

1 My name?
2 Where did we meet?
3 Take a stab at my middle name?
4 How long have you known me?
5 How well do you know me?
6 Do I smoke?
7 Do I believe in God?
8 When you first saw me, what was your 1st impression?
9 Color eyes?
10 Do I have any siblings?
11 Have you ever had a crush on me?
12 Would you ever kiss me?
13 What's one of my favorite things to do?
14 Do you remember one of the first things I said to you?
15 What's my favorite type of music/band?
16 What is the best feature about me?
17 Am I shy or outgoing?
18 Would you say I am funny?
19 Have you ever seen me cry?
20 If there were one good nickname for me, what would it be?
21 Are my parents still together?
22 What do I love?
23 What songs make you think of me?
24 If you could set me up with one person for the rest of my life, who would it be and why?

<3

So
I'm writing an narrative essay for English right now.
It's supposed to convey some sort of message.
And my message is that tragedy can be blessing in disguise.
I'm really proud of how it's turning out.
I think I'll post it here when I'm done.
Which should be relatively shortly, because this essay is due Friday.
<3

Well...
I'm bored.
I have homework I need to do.
But I'm not doing it
I really should...

But who really wants to write a DBQ with a prompt on "To what extent the colonists developed a sense of their identity and unity as Americans by the eve of the Revolution? Use the documents and your knowledge of the period 1750 to 1776 to answer the question."

Bleh.

This is the only thing I don't like about this class.
I love learning, but I hate writing the fucking DBQs.

The College Board sure love their "To what extent..." questions.
I hate them
With a passion

I'm tired
And I'm ranting

And it was "Asja's a Bitch Day" today

It all started in the kitchen when I was making my spicy spuds and and she was unloading the dishwasher.
I had just asked my mom a question, and turned around and Asja was reading all the recipes on the page.
Well. I was cooking, and I neede it right then.
So I asked her for it.
And did she give it to me?
Noooo
"Wait, I'm reading it. You'll just have to wait"
#$%@$@@!!!
I was cooking
She was supposed to be unloading the dishwasher
So when she continued refusing to give me the recipe, I got mom to tell her to give it back to me, and she got all pissed off and threw at me and would shove me when she walked by to put something away.
Well, it continued and we started yelling at each other.
Then she started threatening me while brandishing a spatula.
Well, if she were stupid enough to hit me with a fucking spatula, I'd punch her the face, no joke.
And she knows this
So I started laughing at her and her idle threats
Then she got even more pissed off.
Stormed off, yelling things at me, I continued laughing.
Then she got really pissed, came back downstairs and pulled a knife out on me, which really just sent me over the edge.
I could not stop laughing.
Did she think I was convinced even for a second she was going to stab me?
I mean honestly
It was too funny
Well, she stormed off, and yelled at my mom "You don't even care!"
Which made me laugh even more, because Asja was all insulted I was laughing at her for threatening to inflict pain on me.
And she felt that I was in the wrong.
Well, a couple of hours later she apologized for "Being mean to me"
And I replied "Apology accepted" and started walking away
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Aren't you going to apologize for laughing at me?"
"Now why would I go and do something silly like that?"
"Forget it"

Yeah.
I don't know.
I don't feel I'm obligated to apologize for laughing at someone who has a knife pointed at me.

Yeah... That was point.
The beginning was just a petty fight, but you needed the background information.
I think you did anyway.

I.
Am.
SOOO
Tired.
I've only gotten a couple of hours of sleep these past few days.

:/

Well.
The DBQ awaits.

<3

I can't wait
forever..

<3

Yummy yummy Cocoa Puffs!
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!
EMILY ANN FUCKING GALAGA
FUCKING
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
I LOVE YOU BITCH
YOU'RE MY NUMBER 1 HO

But anyway.
I love you.
And I hope today didn't suck.

MWAH

<3