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Sorry I haven't been able to update in a few days. I suppose I'll begin with my weekend at San Francisco.

We all met at my grandma's house, and when we were ready to leave, Adam (my cousin), Larry (my uncle), and Mema (what I call my grandma) all piled into the car along with my mom, dad, sister, and me. The drive wasn't all that exciting, and to my dismay it was sunny outside. Adam played his gameboy and talked with Denise most of the time and I either stared out the window or looked through my mangas.

We took a detour and ended up driving through the gay part of San Francisco, which was really fun, because you'd pass these houses and some of them had flags with rainbows on them; even the streets were lined with those flags. You'd look on the sidewalk and see a bunch of guys walking together. ^_^ Fun fun. Mema said she saw one of those "flambuoyantly gay" people jogging and he was flailing his hands out while he jogged (you have any idea what I'm talking about?). You know; one of those girly gay guys. ^_^

Finally we got to the hotel (the Hyatt I think). From the outside it really didn't look that impressive, but once you got inside it was really cool. You could see all the floors from the inside, and part of the building was slanted like a pyramid. In the middle of the lobby place was a big circular art structure thing on top of a cool fountain. The water would flow off the sides of a brass bowl-like thing so the water came down in a continuous sheet of liquid silk. OooooOOOOOOoooOOoo I say!

We checked in and my grandma got a suite, which was nice enough I guess, though the only thing really suite-like about it was the nice bathroom. The view wasn't even that good, and it was only on the fourth floor. She had a balcony though.

Our room was on the very top floor if you don't count the restaraunt that takes up all of floor 18. I'm not all that great with hights, so I avoided the window as much as I could. Later I would get used to it, even stick my head out there a few times, but when I first got in the room, there was no way I was going over there.

Everyone else got situated, and once we had eaten snacks that pretty much made up our lunch, we walked around a bit outside. There was this giant thing that I first thought was a play sructure out the back door, but it turned out it was "art". Even still we jumped around on it... well, no ON it really, but below it where some raised platforms of cement served as stepping stones.

Then we walked a little bit toward the bay, where there was a small place that was too small to really be considered a park but too large to be considered a lawn thing. A lot of homeless people were there; at least two were sleeping on the grass, and one seemed to be worshipping a..... tree. We moved on towards some shops; John wanted to find a Wallgreens to get some baby Tylenol for Anna, because she had an ear ache. Adam and Denise kept running ahead and jumping around, and it was both making me mad and getting me very nervous. You think Adam would know to stop when a street came after what happened to his brother. I told Mom, and she had been thinking the same thing, so she told them to calm down. Adam was still goofing off when he almost stumbled into a street, so Larry made him come back and hold his hand. We found the Walgreens and I started trying glasses on just for the heck of it. I've always wondered how I'd look in glasses.

After we were done looking around, we decided to head back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. It was getting darker outside, and the sky became that dark cobalt blue that I've always liked. At one point when we were walking on top of a shopping area (yes, there was a walkway. Don't worry, we weren't climbing on the roof or anything. It was only two to three stories above the road anyway) there was a really nice view of the Bay Bridge if you went up some dual stairways. We took some pictures there, but because my dad and uncle took it from below, you couldn't see the Bay bridge.

We went back inside and got ready for dinner. I really didn't want to change my clothes, but mom made me, and i thought I looked bad in all that fancy stuff. Well, to be truthful, it wasn't all that fancy. Just casual-fancy. ..... But I still didn't like it!

We didn't eat at the restaraunt at the top of the hotel because it was a frickin $50 per person and they wouldn't even let us get up there to look around. Instead we went to the one downstairs in the lobby. It was nice, but the food took forever to come.

While we were finishing dinner and waiting for dessert my uncle had the idea of making boats to have a race down the little river in the lobby. My dad made his out of a safeway card and straws, I made mine out of my sister's kid menu, and most of the rest were made out of straws. Well, except for Larry's, which was made out of straws and cheese. My dad melted a crayon to use the wax as glue, and my uncle melted the wax to make sure the cheese stuck to the straw properly O_o.

When we finally raced I came in third and my dad came in first. Anna, who's ear ache was now better, came in second, and she was so proud of herself. She's so cute. ^_^

We went back to Mema's suite and waited for a little while to decide what to do. I was really bummed because I wanted to watch Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz. I had gotten it on Friday and hadn't been able to watch it yet. I was frusterated because I had waited two weeks to see it and everyone wanted to play a board game. I wouldn't have been so grumpy if Adam and Denise hadn't begged to watch it earlier just like I had. Then they went and changed their minds on me and wanted to play the board game. I was tired too, which added to my grumpiness.
Oh well. Maybe I'm just selfish. -_-

The next morning Sue, John, Anna, and David left early. We drove around Frisco in the rain, whish was nice. Except for going up all those steep hills. God, I hate doing that in the rain. It maked me feel like we're going to slip because of the wet streets and fall backwards.

We were able to watch about fifteen minutes of Gundam Wing on the way back on Larry's lap top, but it lost betteries soon.

Yup. That was basically my trip to good ol' Frisco. Parts of it made me really miss New York. *dramatic sigh*.

Okay, now I'm listening to the New York song with Frank Sinatra and Tony Bennet. Fun! I think I'm going to start on another wntry now about what has happened the past school days. Yush, I am behind. T_T

Oh well. What can you do?

Bye bye!

An excerpt from my current story
The coffee shop wasn’t as crowded as it often was. Then again that was probably because it was rather late at night to be out for coffee - 8:30 in fact. Only the last lingering customers were sitting comfortably in their seats, reading a book or simply staring into space as they sipped on their warm drinks. I myself held a steaming cup of hot chocolate. I had never been one for coffee. Even when I did drink coffee, I put so much sugar and cream in it that it was almost a whole different type of drink rather than coffee.
I was one of those in the coffee shop that happened to be blankly staring out the window, watching the headlightsof carsas they drove by, the yellow-white light reflecting off the wet streets.
My family owned this coffee shop. Well, not necessarily my family - more like my pack. However, if anyone knew that the local pack of werewolves was running their best coffee shop, we’d be out of business. People knew that shape-shifters really existed - it had been known for decades - but humans still feared us. That’s why we tried to hide what we really were. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be accepted because we were different. That’s the strange thing with people. If they meet someone different than them, they have a hard time accepting that person, no matter how hard they try.
Brushing a strand of black hair out of my eyes, I downed my hot chocolate and stood up. “Hey, Jack, I’m heading home. See you later?”
Jack looked up from his task of sweeping the floor, brown bangs hanging down in his face. His past-shoulder-length hair was tied back loosely, and his black work apron bore remnants of spilled milk and the dust of ground up coffee beans. He was twenty-one, but I always thought he looked more like nineteen. Come to think of it, he acted younger too. A kid at heart with a smile that was contageous.
“Okay. See you later, Kerry,” he said, flashing me one of his famous grins, his hazel eyes sparkling boyishly.
“Bye,” I replied, giving a wave and slipping on my long black coat. A woman with graying hair looked up from her book and frowned at me. It was probably because of the way I dressed. I had on large clonky black boots, baggy black pants with an immitation silver chain hanging at my side, a black T-shirt with a loud white “Metallica” over the front of it, and of course my trench-yet-not-trench-type coat. My straight black hair, which was at the time pulled back in a messy bun, pale skin, and stoney gray eyes added to the effect. I didn’t give her so much as a glance and moved on, shoving my hands into my pockets as I stepped outside.
It had been raining earlier that night, and I could clearly see the reflection of the neon blue lights that read “Luna Zev” in a puddle by the door. What most people didn’t know was that “Zev” was a name that meant wolf. It was an odd title for a coffee shop - or any other shop, for that matter - but once you got used to it it wasn’t so bad. After awhile it grew on you quite nicely in fact.
I stood there for a moment and breathed in the sweet smell of night. Satson was a small town rarely ever found on a map surrounded mostly by country and hills, so the scent of the air wasn’t as polluted and full of smog as it was in the city, despite the highway being only a few miles to the east.
Slowly I walked across the slick asphault of the parking lot. The dull clunking of my boots was loud enough for me, but probably would have been barely audible for a normal human. The half moon shone brightly in the blanket of dark that was the night sky and a gentle breeze swayed the loose strands of my hair as I stepped inbetween trees and onto the sidewalk. The street to my left was dark and glistening with water. All was silent except for the rustling of wind in the trees and the gentle metallic clang of drops of water as they fell from a roof onto a drain pipe.
A gust of wind came from behind suddenly. On the air came the suddle, hollow smell of the dead. It wasn’t a rotting, repulsive smell. In fact, it was more like the smell when you walk into an old dusty house. It was empty and damp.
I wasn’t surprised when a rich, melodic voice called to me from behind. Slowly I turned and gave a hollow smile as my eyes rested on a woman. Dark brown hair cascaded down her back until it reached the backs of her knees, and her eyes stared without emotion or feeling at my face. She was around five-seven - the same height as me - and her skin was a rich brown that had paled because of five hundred years without sun. “Hello Keket,” I mused. “What brings you here on this fine night?”
She stepped towards me with a shadow-like grace that was partially from being a vampire and partially something she had always carried with her as an Egyptian. “Have you heard of the vampire called Chandresh?” she asked.
I frowed at the strange question. “No I haven’t. Why do you ask?”
She sighed. “He has told me that he wishes to see the alpha male of the werewolf pack, as well as a representative for the werepanthers and a representative from any other wereanimals in the area.”
She had my full attention. “Why does he want this, and why should we go? We can’t just have our highest in authority go over to some random vampire’s place every time one asks.”
“I know that, but Chandresh is not one that should be refused.”
“So, you work for this dude?”
She didn’t seem to appreciate him being referred to as “dude”, nor did she seem to like the idea of working for someone. Something dangerous flashed in her eyes and I felt the first brush of power slide over my skin. “No, not exactly. I am an independant, you know that well, but he has requested that I ask, and I did not refuse him.”
I leaned casually against a tree. I was curious about this so-called all-powerful Chandresh, but I was getting frusterated as well. I wanted to get home and be lazy. “With all do respect, Keket, you still haven’t answered my question.” No sense in getting a vampire angry for no reason.
She swept a long strand of dark hair behind her shoulder with a casual flick of the wrist. “The only reason I have not answered your question, dear wolf, is because I do not know the answer. Chandresh never told me why he wanted to see the werecreatures, he only told me that he wanted to see them.”
I rested my head against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes. “So, tell me, why are you doing this vampire’s bidding all of a sudden? I know how much you despise being ordered around.” I opened my eyes only to nearly be blinded by the sharp yellow light of the street lamp in front of me. Quickly I turned my head away from the bright light, lowering my eyes and trying to focus more on Keket. She wouldn’t hurt me. We had known each other long enough to decide that we were friendly rivals and didn’t try to harm one another unless there was a formal challenge or we really got on each other’s nerves. But I had to admit, tonight she was a bit testier than usual.
Keket was staring at the ground blankly, as if she had suddenly spaced out. This was odd for her. She wasn’t spacing out; I don’t think she’d be caught dead doing that. Or is it, she wouldn’t be caught alive doing that? Either way, she had too much pride to let people see her let her gaurd down. In fact, I wondered if she let her gaurd down even when no one was around. “Chandresh,” she said, her voice smaller than usual, “is not one most vampires care to challenge, nevertheless disobey.” She raised her chocolate eyes to my own gray ones, and I gasped at what I saw in them. Fear.
I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, that shadow of fear I had seen only a second ago fled from her eyes and was quickly replaced with her usual cold stubbornness.
“So will you tell your alpha what I told you? He may bring others if he wishes, but only a few. That goes for any of the other wereanimals as well.”
I just nodded silently. I didn’t feel like talking much anymore. I was thinking too hard. What had this guy possibly done that could cast so much fear into even Keket?
“Then I bid you farewell for now.”
“Yeah. Bye.”
Keket lifted her eyes to the sky, and with a sound much like the sharp hiss of a snake, was consumed in a thin wisp of black mist. Keket was one of the vamps that had the ability to teleport.
I stood there for a moment longer, still wondering to myself how terrible this Chandresh was supposed to be. I had felt vampire powers before, and I had to admit sometimes it was unnerving, but not seriously frightening. At least not from any of the vamps I knew. This guy’s powers must be pretty phenomenal to scare someone as confident as Keket.
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There's the first two pages. It's just the typical vamp and shapeshifter story, but oh well. Please tell me what you think ^_^. Thanks! Bai!

*pokes*
Hallo! As you might have noticed, i fixed my journal. The thing was, I thought it had looked like this the whole time, but when I went to Marilyn's house I found it looked quite different (really ugly in my opinion actually). Louise said that that was how it looked on her computer too O_o. So I changed it and I hope it looks better.

I really hope things speed up so we can get to winter vacation or whatever it's called. I don't want to go to school.

Ooo but you know what? Next weekend me, Mom, Dad, Denise (my sister), my aunt Sue, uncle John, Anna (little cousin), David (littlest cousin), Aunt Ceal (maybe), Uncle larry, and My Grandma (I call her Mema) are all going to a hotel to stay in San Francisco for the weekend. YAY! San Francisco is fun; especially when it rains (isn't that right, Marilyn?).

Yesterday I went on the other computer in my Dad's office and played around on the graphics program. It was Adobe Photoshop Elements. I was able to make some of my own Live Journal icons, and I was so proud of myself ^_^. As you can see, I haven't used any of my custom made icons yet because I want to keep the one I have right now for a tad bit longer. *sniffle* I've grown a bit attached to it.

I might go to the bookstore today. Not a big good one, mind you. It's a little bookstore in my town; actually, it's the only bookstore we have in town T_T. However in the city about 15 minutes away from us I hear they're building a Barnes and Noble. HAZAAH!

Saying Hazaah made me think of the Renaissance Faire. They aren't having it here anymore *cries*. In fact I don't think they're going to have it anywhere in Northern California. *sniffle sob sob choke cough sob cry tear weep weep mourn sob cry sniffle choke sob cough cough sputter tear cry cry snort*
It was so much fun too. I hear it was because they weren't getting enough money. HELLO! I went there last year and it was 105 degrees outside. It was freaking packed just the same. There is no way they were losing money.

Oh well, what can you do?

I'm off! Tootle pip, fare thee well, and blessed be!

Where's your pet moose, eh?

rootintootinbootinscootinBOBOskideetendoot!
Sorry I haven't updated in a few days. I went to daycare again today and luckily Maria, Erin and Sarah N. came instead of just Sarah n. I did my history homework there. Lucky me. Then I obssessed over anime to Erin, and I think she began to get slightly annoyed. Hee hahah I don't care. If she says to me that she likes the anime people (she isn't really allowed to watch it, so she does what she can) then she must be prepared to feel my anime wrath! YAAAHAHAHAHAAA!
LittleDamion, I keep missing you whenever you get online (arghie warghie!). Anyvvvvay, when I left daycare I went out to the place next to the drop-off where I talked with Sarah A and Lynn for a while. I was really waiting more for Marilyn and Louise, but Stephanie came before either of them, walking in that swing-hips-and-flip-hair-at-the-same-time way that she does. And the first thing Sarah said to her was "Chicken!...."
Eventually Marilyn came which was a relief because I didn't have to sit there and listen to those three (sarah, stephanie, and lynn) talk about all the hot guys they saw in the past 24 hours.

The science test today was dumb. I didn't mention that our science teacher was too frickin lazy to write up a new test for chapter 18 so she's using the one from three years ago. The test from three years ago has questions from not only the chapter we were supposed to study but chapter 19, 20, and even one or two questions from chapter 21. So she's testing us on stuff that we haven't even read about. She gave us the terms so we could write it on our "notecards", but we still haven't learned anything about it. Luckilly I don't think I did too bad on the test. The thing was, Erin H was freaking out in the morning before school started because she couldn't find her notecard for science. I had printed an extra just in case I lost mine and offered it to Erin.

Then Marilyn was in a dillemma because she didn't have enough information on her notecard. Since our class has science before Erin's class, Marilyn asked if she could borrow the notecard I had given Erin for the period and she'd give it back when they switched classes.

We went and took the science test, and all was good enough except when Mrs. Gurries said: "And make sure you turn in your notecards so I know you won't hand it to someone in the other class on your way out."

Marilyn and I looked at eachother and we couldn't decide whether to panic or laugh. It was one of those "what are the odds?" situations. Since my card was the same as the one Marilyn was using, I tried to see if I could place my test on the folder without turning in my notecard, but Mrs. Gurries was sitting right there, so I was forced to take the notecard out of my pocket and put it in the basket. The same thing happened to Marilyn except when she was about to get up out of her seat Mrs. Gurries just came by and took the notecard before she could even walk over and put her test on the folder thing. Then we tried writing notes down on pieces of binder paper that were similar in size to the notecards, but we couldn't remember much, as we had mostly just looked at the card and copied things down rather than actually registered the facts in our minds.

Science ended, and Maria even offered to sneak a notecard out of the basket when Gurries' back was turned, but we weren't that desperate.

We walked out of the classroom and met the other class outside, where they were just coming out of spanish. We told Erin what had happened and, naturally, expected her to freak out. She didn't.
"Oh, don't worry. I found my notecard in Spanish class." We were relieved, to say the least. We even laughed about it.

We got our progress reports. My lowest grade was a B+. *shrugs* Decent enough. Actually, I'm pretty happy about it. At least I didn't get any Cs.

After school Louise and I went over to Marilyn's house to study for the HSPT. I had already taken it, but they hadn't, so we decided to help eachother study. Of course, we didn't study all that much, eh heh heh. We played with the ouija board in the dark with lit candles. It didn't go very well, especially for me in the beginning because they had once been on a website that said "Ouija board tips". What's bad about that? Oh nothing, except for the fact that they had to do "self-meditation" beforehand. And they were serious about it. I laughed most of the time and just watched. Then we had to "warm up the board" by moving the planchette thing around. I laughed hysterically there too and kept muttering things like "c'mon now, leg lifts!", "time to lift weights and flex your muscles", and "c'mon girls, MOVE THAT MONEY-MAKER!"

I kept telling them that I had had a ouija board for years and it always worked without doing any of this stuff, but they liked their way better, so I just went along with it. We finally started; slowly, mind you, because we started laughing yet again. It started working very, very slowly. It almost reached "Yes", when Marilyn's older sister Mary came up behind her and yelled "BOO!", which made Marilyn and Louise scream. I was surprised I didn't scream. I jumped a few inches, that's for sure, but I guess it was because a millisecond before I had seen Mary out of the corner of my eye. We tried again with the ouija board for a little while but stopped when we thought Marilyn's mom was home. Then we started studying and I gave them a few tips. We just laughed and talked for most of the time though.

Louise left a little while after that and then Marilyn and I went online to check our journals and other people's journals. I left some comments and replies to comments while I was over there, and both Marilyn and I started getting a tad bit mad at the random people who commented on LittleDamion's journal because as far as we could tell they didn't know much about him and just added him to their friends' list for the heck of it. *cough*okaywe'reabitjealous*cough cough hack cough sputter cough cough choke*. *nervous laughter* Ahem, hmm... yes... well..... where was I?

Oh yes. Then Marilyn's mom and dad took us all out to eat dinner. It was really good. Twas at Flames *nods*. Yummy shtuff.

That's about all important current stuff for now, but I want to try an italics thing and see if it works. HEE HEE HAAAA! -_-

Don't turn away
I pray you've heard the words I've spoken.
Dare to believe
For one last time
Then I'll let the darkness cover me;
Deny everything.
Slowly walk away
To breathe again
On my own.
That was an excerpt from the lyrics of "Darkness" by Disturbed. I think it is the only slow song they've ever done. I could hardly believe it was them when I heard it. Tis pretty.

Sayonara!

((PS I know I don't really have a reason to have been jealous, but for some reason I was..... T_T. I'M SORRY! *bows*))

the day! WOOOOOOO!
Minna-san konnichi-wa! Today we went back to school from the "long weekend" (as you probably guessed). I had to go to daycare in the morning. No people in my grade came to daycare until later, and it was Sarah n. I don't have anything against her, in fact I like talking to her, it's just she's so quiet it makes for many an awkward moment.
Until Sarah came thought, I sat with my sister and her little friends and then a seventh grader named Dani (short for Danielle I think) came. I triyand talk every once in a while with these people, but I don't know them very well, and normally I avoid talking to people I don't know very well. I don't know if it's shyness - maybe it is - but when I'm with my friends or just the people I talk to every once in a while (And I mean like a word a month) I'm extremely loud and pretty random. Maybe I'm just a tad bit anti-social. Haha. I feel intimidated by sixth and seventh graders. How sad.

Okay, that isn't entirely true. I just don't like little kids who are snobby or mean. One girl in my sister's class named Kayla gives that impression on you. I don't think she's actually mean, it's just always there kind of under her.... personality (you can tell I'm having trouble describing this). And the Dani seventh grader girl seems like a major pessimist. I can be a pessimist.... a lot of the time, but she's REALLY negative. It's kind of funny how she complains about everything. ^_^ Ah, pessismism, how fun.

After daycare, I of course went down to the eighth grade area. Spotting Marilyn, Sarah, Stephanie, and Lynn standing to the side of the drop off area like they did every morning, I went over and talked to them for a while before we went to get our stuff out of the lockers. Once I talked to Marilyn she told me that a few minutes earlier Sarah had done her annoying "Chicken! Hot guy at (insert location here)" thing.
When we were in the seventh grade it wasn't so bad, but after a while it really began to piss us off. Sarah and Stephanie always call eachother "toot!" and "chicken!" in this obnoxious voice. They do it CONSTANTLY! I swear, when they're with eachother its almost like they completely forgot how to talk normally. And then they complain about their boyfriends, who happen to be nice enough guys!
Stephanie was complaining about her boyfriend because he decided to study for finals instead of call her back right away. SOME PEOPLE WANT TO GET GOOD GRADES!

Anyway, when we got in homeroom, Ms. Doherty said to clear our desks.
That means there's a test. The bad thing about this? I had completely forgotten, as had everyone in the class save for eight people. BUT IT WAS MY LUCKY DAY! That's right, folks, she gave us a choice whether to take it today or tomorrow. Twas scary. It's hard to memorize eleven countries and their capitals in five minutes. Especially African countries with funny names.

My math teacher seemed a bit grumpy today. Well, she always is. I guess she just seemed a bit grumpier (grump is a funny word). And why must she always put that cursed hot chocolate of hers on my table so it drives me nuts the whole period?

Language Arts with Mrs. Saunders! (doesn't that sound like a nice name for a talk show?). It went by pretty fast, that's all I can say. However, in the beginning of my period she changed our seats (again!). Now I sit with Matt D in front of me, Nick D. in back of me, and Steven across from matt. These guys are best friends who are always talking. So where am I? In the middle of their conversations.

Matt: So are we gonna buy it?
Nick: Yeah, I'll give you the 200 dollars
Matt: Yeah! Hey, I'll give you a down payment.
Nick: Okay.
Steven: What if this doesn't work? Our parents will probably get in the way.
Matt: oh well, blah blah blah blah blah blah blahhh...

So I sit there, pretending they aren't there just as they pretend I'm not there. They talk about buying their drumset, I sit and feel awkward because I'm sitting inbetween the two of them.

In science (notice I'm going through pretty much every class) she changed the date of the test from Tues. to Friday, but it's open note. Unfortunately, it's a "Mrs. Gurries" open note, which means we have to write all our notes for the test on a piece of paper that is 2 3/4x2 inches. Yup. we're going to have to write REALLY small. *sigh*

And spanish was just.... spanish. I really need to study and get the rest of my homework done, so I'll finish this up for now.

Cookies!

CURSES SAY I! I had about half of my entry typed up and then I opened up another window to check my yahoo email. After I checked, I meant to close the window with my email, but instead I quit the whole application! Now i have to start all over again! Okay, here goes...


GREETINGS FELLOW BEINGS OF THIS EARTH! I was hoping to make this entry a bit more interesting than yesterday's, so let me see if I can accomplish that.
In school we're reading this book called "Daniel's Story". It's about the Holocaust, and it's really sad! I cried multiple times when I read the book, and I don't often cry when I read unless I'm reading it outloud and the character I'm reading as starts getting emotional..... lol.
It isn't weird! It's kind of like practicing acting skills.... in a way.....
Aw, shutup. -_-
I had planned on typing up my writing activity for the book today, but I forgot the book at school and can't look up any details, so I'll have to do it tomorrow.
Ha ha heee hoo hoo ha! I'm pulling a Duo Maxwell and wearing my black hat around the house.

I had a dream that I was going to Yosemite with my class again and I had to run around at the last minute gathering stuff together because I had forgotten to pack warm clothes. I remember wishing I could put my black nailpolish on and then I realized that I could because for the whole week the teachers couldn't give me violations. YAHAHAHA! I also remember winning something where I get to spend time with these people.... like on a show or something... but I never really got to do anything. Then this girl and a guy started making out and then a guy and a guy started making out. lol
It was interesting to say the least.

^_^ I'm thinking of ordering the Gundam Wing movie Endless waltz. Yes, yes I think I shall! hmm...
I don't want to go to school tomorrow. Know what? For science My group and I are doing molding and spoiling and I was supposed to take a picture of my experiment yesterday.

I didn't.

That's right folks, I wasn't joking when I said yesterday that I was truly being a lazy bum. *sigh* So lazy. I'll do it today, don't worry.

Last night we watched a movie called Northfork. It was bizarre, but I liked it because I can be bizarre (spelling?) too. It kind of reminded me of Cirque du Soleil. I like that circus! Tis cool. And they have a minimum of truly scary clowns. (Although I saw this one and it scared the crap out of me........ never again, say I... never again). It's really kind of interesting. These angels named Cup-of-Tea, Cod, Happy, and FlowerHercules are kind of living in this house, searching for the "fallen angel" I believe it is. This orphan boy who can't be more than 7 years old meets them in a dream and says he knows who the Fallen Angel is. He agrees to tell the angels who the Fallen Angel is as long as they take him one thousand miles away. Cup-of-Tea argues, but the boy, Irwin, won't give in. He comes back later with a Bible in a bag and a black case. The boy claims he is the Fallen Angel and provides proof. He seems to remember being an angel and how his parents died, etc. It's really an interesting story full of little things that will make you laugh just because.
There are actually two stories going on at the same time - the one with the boy and the one with a man and his son - but they are somehow connected with eachother, as you will find out if you watch the movie. It's weird, but I personally enjoyed it.

Well I think I'm done for now. Maybe I'll come on later today and add yet another entry. Just maybe, yes yes.


*gasp* I didn't nod in this entry! IT'S A FRICKIN MIRACLE!

fancy pants
Today i pretty much sat around. I worked on some of my spanish homework. Aren't you proud of me?! Well you should be. Really nothing all that exciting, basically sat in front of the computer all day and listened to music or acted like a psycho freak online. Oh yeah. And I ate. Eating is nice. I'm getting really bad. *note to self* Stop eating like a pig. You are going to get fat. *nods*

Man in mob #1: we have found a witch, may be burn her?
guy: how do you know she is a witch
Mob: she looks like one!
Guy: bring her forward.
Lady: I'm not a witch, I'm not a witch!
Mob: But you are dressed as one.
Lady: they dressed me up like this! And this isn't my nose, it's a false one.
Mob: well we did do the nose.... and the hat, but she is a witch!
Guy: Did you dress her up like this?
Mob: Nooo... no!..........well, a bit. yeah, yeah a bit. She has got a wart.
Guy: What makes you think she is a witch?
man in mob: She turned me into a newt!
Guy: a newt?
Man in mob #2:..................................... it got better.
Mob: BURN HER ANYWAY! BURN HER! BURN HER!
Guy: Quiet, quiet! there are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
Mob: are there? What are they, what are they? Tell us! DO THEY HURT?!
Guy: tell me. What do you do with witches?
Mob: BURN THEM!
Guy: And what do you burn apart from witches?
Another man in mob: MOre witches!
man in mob #2: ..... wood
Guy: So why do witches burn?
Man in mob#2:................................................. cause they're made of.....wood?
Guy: Goood. So how do we tell whether she is amde of wood/
Man in mob #1: Build a bridge out of her!
Guy: Ahhh, but can't you also build bridges out of stone?
Man in mob #1: Oh yeah.
Guy: does wood sink in water?
Mob; No, no, It floats!
Guy: what also floats in water?
Various people in the mob: bread, apples, very small rocks, cider, grape gravy, mud, churches, lead, lead!
King Arthur: A duck!
Guy: exactly! So, logically...
Man in mob #1: If... she weighs... the same as a duck, she's made of wood!
Guy: And therefore...
Mob: SHE'S A WITCH!

Who can guess where that's from? I'll give cookies to whoever wins! And cake too!

A truly wise man does not decide to play leapfrog with a unicorn
Today we had lunch with my Grandma at the mall. Twas nice, it was. People should appreciate their grandma's! Well, unless their grandma is a big old hag and terribly mean to them.
But if you ish loving your granny, you should spend more time with her, because nice grannies are cool!
After lunch we walked around the mall for a bit and I got a Ranma 1/2 DVD and a Demon Diary manga 5 (yaaay!). Then we walked my grandma to her car and moved on to spend my gift card at hot topic, where I bought a shirt with Stewie from Family Guy saying "STop Mocking Me!".

fun fun I say!

not much else to talk about. Me mum forgot about returning the library books. Okay, so it was partially my fault, but oh well.

I feel hyper and violent at the same time, so I think I'm gonna go beat something up. HEEEEHAHAHAHAA!

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I'm not drunk, I swear. I don't drink. I'M SERIOUS!

Only the good die young
"You said you weren't afraid of anything, but I know that you're afraid of snails," I said, small hands folded calmly in my lap.
"No I'm not, I just think they're gross," said the little blond boy sitting next to me, tracing pictures and scribbling in the dirt with a blunt rock.
My cousin, Nick. He wasn't afraid of anything, or so he said. I thought he was wrong though. I thought he was afraid of snails. I constantly argued that he was afraid of them, but he never said he was. "I'm bored. Do you want to play something?"
He looked up at me from the dirt. "Okay. How about the Skeleton game?"
"Okay!" I said enthusiastically.
My little sister, who had been sitting on the ground in the dirt, looked at us, eyes sparkling. "Can I be the dinosaur again?"
"Yeah"
A little while ago we had made a game up of our own that we so affectionately named "The Skeleton Game." I was a princess, and Nick was a Skeleton who would try and capture me. Often the end bedroom in my grandmother's house served a a dungeon. Denise would be the dinosaur; the skeleton's sidekick, who would assist in the capture. My job was to try and hide from them. When I was captured I would try to escape. It was quite fun, and often lasted for at least an hour.
"So you guys have to go to the other side of the house now and in a few minutes come look for me," I said.
"C'mon, Denise," Nick said. Denise ran up ahead of him and he followed, turning to give me that sweet grin he always carried on his face. It was the kind of grin that is so big it reduces your eyes to cheerful slits. The kind that makes your whole face radiate with love and happiness.
The kind that only little children can truly make real.
I'll always remember that smile....

"Hey Adam!" I exclaimed. Adam was the newest member of the family, only four now, which made me ten. He looked a lot like his brother - blonde hair and blue eyes that sparkled, fair skin and long eye lashes.
Denise walked in the house, gameboy in hand. Her once-blond hair had darkened to brown by now. She walked over to Nick, who had just come into the room, and started talking to him about how far she had gotten on the Pokemon game.
"Have you gone up against the Elite Force yet?" Nick replied enthusiatically.
"No, who are they?" They continued talking as they walked down the hall to the front bedroom where they could watch TV and play their video games at the same time. It was the same bedroom that had once served as a suitable dungeon when we were playing the Skeleton Game.
I just watched, down on my knees because I had just given Adam a hug. You'd think I'd get used to them walking away and playing video games; they did it every time the family got together.
But I hadn't. Not really. I missed playing with them. But I quickly turned my attention to Adam and smiled. I was the only one he had to play with. "So what do you want to do?"....

Silence filled the car as we drove up to Stanford hospital. What we had heard was that Nick was hit by a car. It was February 24th; I remember it clearly, and the sky was over cast. Droplets of rain fell like tears onto our windshield. I clutched papers in my hand and stared blankly out the window. The papers were spells. I wasn't Wiccan, but I was just interested in anything having to do with the occult. I wasn't going to try and become Wiccan either. It was simply an interest. Two of the spells I held closest were one to stop bleeding and one to get rid of physical pain. I hadn't ever tried them before, in fact I was just printing them out when the phone rang giving us the news. I had no idea what was going on, really; maybe I was in denial, but for some reason I just kept thinking 'how bad could it be? He'll get through it. He wouldn't die. He couldn't die.' After all, he was Nick, my cousin. He couldn't die. He was the one who wasn't afraid of anything.

It was the 25th now, the next morning. The night before I had cried myself to sleep. My eyes were puffy and I trudged around the house like my feet were attached to weights, but I tried not to think about it. Last night they told us that Nick didn't have much of a chance of living, and even if he did live, he would be brain damaged.
"Uh huh.... oh.... okay," my mom hung up the phone. "Denise, Jess, come here for a moment."
"Yeah, Mom?" I asked. Denise came up to stand beside me. I looked into the pain-stricken face of my mother, and as her eyes filled with tears I knew what she was going to tell us wasn't going to be good.
"Nick is brain-dead. Do you know what that means?"
We shook our heads.
"It means all the cells in his brain are gone. It means his brain doesn't work anymore. He's dead."
A dead weight dropped on me, and tears rapidly filled my eyes. This couldn't be happening. Blurry-eyed, I ran up the stairs, trying to fight down the scream that was trying to break from my throat. I ran into my room, slammed the door, and completely collapsed.
Eleven years old. He was eleven years old. Six weeks older than me. We were six weeks apart. We'd always been together and now he was gone, gone. Gratefully, I let the scream out of my mouth. I screamed and cried into my pillow and asked "WHY?! WHY HIM? HE WAS SO YOUNG.... HE WAS SO YOUNG."
The pain came fast. That jerking, burning pain that pulls at your mind, paws at your soul, and completely tears your heart to shreds. The kind that leaves an impression on you forever. The kind of pain that you can never, ever forget. When you feel that pain it seems like you could cry and scream forever.
I didn't understand. Who would understand? All I knew is that he was gone.
And I never even told him I loved him.

It's been almost 3 years since that happened, and like all things, you move on. But deep down, you know that you haven't really moved on. The wounds reopen and you cry silently into your pillow and wonder what it would be like if this never happened.
In that three years time I don't think I've ever really had a dream with Nick in it. I think it's because I've been afraid. Of what, I'm not even quite sure.
But last night I did have a dream. We were in a house, and me, my mom, and another woman (I'm not quite sure who it was) were kneeling beside the bed. Nick was lying there, as if alseep.
Then he opened his eyes. He sat up cheerfully. He started talking about something, and at the moment all I could do was stare.
Then I actually felt the hot tears well up in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. He was here, he was really speaking, and he was alive. It had been so long, so long.
But I woke up, and it was really only after I had eaten breakfast and gotten ready for school that I actually remembered the dream. I lay back in bed in the dark, school clothes on, and just thought about it for a while.
And once again, I felt the hot tears well up in my eyes and trail down my face. It had been the first time I cried over his death in a long time.

Memories hurt, and some you want to forget, but what if you really did forget? What would happen then?
No matter how painful memories get, I don't want to forget them, because, as the ever-knowledgable Momiji once said, "No matter how much those memories hurt, no matter how painful they are, I don't want to forget them. Because I know now that they are a part of me. They help me to be who I really am."
And so I'll remember, and I'll cry and I'll hurt, but I won't forget. I won't try to forget. I don't want the memories to leave me, because they've taught me things that nothing else could have taught me. Life goes on if you want it to, and I'll keep him with me, and I won't forget.
I won't forget that smile he could give. The smile that only little children could really make real. Because some how, he managed to keep that smile as he grew. Somehow he always managed to make his face radiate with love and happiness.
And somehow, it fit him.

It's always darkest before it goes pitch black.
Damn, it's Sunday already. The weekend went by too quickly and I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't care if I got my test done with - I have to make an outline for a term project on this guy named Chief Little Turtle. I don't think that I'm going to do it tonight though. I'm going to procrastinate and do it tomorrow because I should finish arranging my notecards first.
Today I went to my cousin Adam's 8th birthday party. My aunt (his mom) just got a new kitten. It's name is Joey and it's only 7 weeks old. It's adorable with it's little blue eyes and fluffy black and gray tabby fur. Normally I don't really like cats - well, not grown up cats anyway. I usually like kittens because they're less likely to scratch your eyes out.
Whenever anyone tried to hold Joey he'd paw at their hands and bite gently with his little sharp teeth. It didn't really hurt and he never broke the skin; kind of playful I guess. The pads on his paws were so soft.
It was kind of funny when my newest little cousin, David, was sitting on the floor (he just learned how to sit up about a month ago) and the cat went up to him. David reached out to play with him and Joey started pawing at his hand. I was surprised David didn't cry. I guess it didn't scare him. In fact it looked kind of like he was having fun. But Sue, his mom, was afraid that David might get hurt or freaked out and moved him away a bit. Joey then moved on to attack something else.
I haven't had cream soda in forever. I had some today and, lemme tell you, that's good stuff ^_^.
Oh good Lord, help me. I just had the urge to sing a Hilary Duff song (THE HORROR! THE HORRORRRR!)
Anyway, back to the birthday party. Now, I don't think I've mentioned the conformation debate between my family. My parents are giving me the choice of getting ze sacrament of Confirmation or not. At first I said no, because it was too much work. But then I started considering it. The only thing is, we needed a sponsor for me, so we were going to ask my aunt, Sue. We talked to her about it and even looked over the stuff. Of course, by then I was once again getting completely turned off by the idea. Eighth grade is stressful enough, and I don't need to write an essay every single week for 20 weeks about what the priest had to say during mass or write a letter to the bishop begging him to let me take the sacrament (either I just had de ja vu or I've typed that line before). I know what I believe in, so I just don't see the point in doing this if I know and my family knows. Anyway, even Sue agreed that it was a lot of work just to get confirmed.
I don't think I'm gonna do it. I don't really see the point and if I still want to later, I might get another opportunity.
The dumb storm still hasn't come.
I started my science project today. That's right folks - my group and I decided to do a project on MOLD (yay!). Marilyn was assigned bread, Toni was assigned cheese, and I decided to do nice, harmless bananas. I think that the banana I have outside right now is going to be eaten by something not long before this project is over, and I even have a banana in a drawer in my garage to see how it does in the dark. Yahahahaha! Two weeks of watching food and taking pictures to see if it grows any cool ugly looking stuff. Oh yeah.

Ah, it's all over.
The test is all over and I can relax. May I say that I believe I did well on it and I really appreciate all the support I got from everybody. So thanks everyone! COOKIES for people such as Marilyn, Louise, my parents, my tutor, and Alexander aka Little Damion (as if he doesn't have enough cookies already. How far have you gotten on that truck load?)
Anyway, I figured since I'm not so busy I can finally post that poem I wrote a few days ago. I don't have a title for it yet, but if anyone has an idea, I would REALLY appreciate it (especially because coming up with a title for my works is one of my weaknesses when it comes to writing).

Light fades from my eyes
Just as dusk fades to black.
It burns when I inhale,
There's no going back.

I once felt love for you,
Now there's just pain.
My entire body aches
As my last glimmers of joy wane.

I knew all along
It was at me you jeered,
But I chose to ignore it,
Because that's what I feared.

I know now the real you,
You're the one I blame,
Because you're the one who cast this fire,
This burning, searing pain.

And so now I leave you.
You won't be laughing then.
I'll be the one grinning,
Because this time I know I'll win.

And so farewell I say to you
As my own blood gathers on the floor.
You are finally defeated,
Because I'm not afraid anymore.
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And that's my poem *grins sheepishly*. Depressing poems are fun. Especially the ones you write without really knowing the story behind it. Then, once you're finished you look over it and realize that it actually does have a story to it. Tis nice indeed. Well I hope you like, because I enjoyed writing it.
I was drawing on my scratch paper for the test after I had amazingly managed to finish a section early than I did any other, but then they had to collect it in case we took it home and started showing our friends the problems. *sniffle* And it was such a purdy picture too. A chibi version of my character Psyche. Ah, yesh, I love Psyche. He ish my buddy ol' pal.
I was unhealthy today and had McDonald's for lunch. Now I'm full *pats stomach*.
My sister's best friend Justin is over, and right now they're playing video games (my, isn't that a first). I see that Justin has gone from his stage if standing up and jumping while he plays video games to kneeling and wiggling around. An improvement. Oh, wait. He's standing again. And now he's jumping. Forget that thing I said about an improvement.


*waves* BAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

I think I did pretty well on my science test and history tests, so I'm happy! The literature test went pretty well too, but I really don't think I did very well on the quotes for the characters. What Mrs. Saunders (my teacher, aka The Muppet or Miss Piggy) did was she had these quotes taken directly from the book and you had to put down what character said that quote. She gave us choices, but there were too many and some people were used twice. You can't blame me for not doing well; I think it was one of the worst books I've ever read. On the essays I did fair enough - could have done better, but I was the last one to turn it in because they were so long anyway (why do I always have to do that? It really is kind of embarrassing. I'm not saying that to make anyone feel stupid for short essays or anything, but I always take too much time on essays, and it really is beginning to bug me). I think my best section was the vocabulary.
Well enough about that. Tomorrow I'm taking the HSPT (the highscool entrance exam) at 8:30 in the morning, and it's really making me nervous. If I don't get in to this school I'm going to have to go to Live Oak. Not that I have anything against public schools (I'm not a snotty private school kid!) because there are some really nice ones out there that I've seen, but Live Oak isn't one of those nice ones. Their lockers are rusted and covered in graffitti. Not to mention their school mascot is the Acorns, aka "The Nuts."
That's right, they have a big thing painted on their gym floor that says "GO NUTS!" Interesting, really. I found it funny. However, I think they redid their swimming pool, which is good because I like to swim. Other than that though I haven't seen all that much of the school, so I suppose I shouldn't be judgemental. I'm getting off the subject though. Oh well I'm going to start on a new subject anyway.
You know, they keep telling us that there's going to be this huge storm coming, and I see no storm. The past two days in fact have been sunny and relatively warm. GIVE ME A STORM, DAMN YOU!
But no. The storm seems to have gone east, west, north, and south of where we are, but not where we actually are. I think it's doing this on purpose.
"Ooo I think I'll dance around this area just to get Jessica and some of her friends mad."
Alright, I know storms don't talk, but if they did, I bet that's what this one would say. I want rain! It makes the hills all purdy and green and nice, I say!
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I wanna go to Ireland in spring where it rains almost every day and the hills are always purdy. And then I get to hear the coolio bagpipes! That's right, I like bagpipes, got a problem with that? HUH? HUUUUUUUH? well too bad.
^_^
Today Marilyn, Louise and I got together to study for the highschool tests, even though they are taking theirs on the 24th onstead of the 10th. After Louise consumed most all of the candy containing chocolate in my house we began to study. We started out with math problems but got frusterated with that and moved on to English. At one point Marilyn got distracted by the only two Gundam models I have (one is a SD Gundam and the other is Deathsycthe Hell) and started making them battle eachother.
Deathscythe: "Curse you! I'll stab you with my fork!"
SD Gundam thing: "I'll kill you with my rope!"
Of course I had to explain to her that Deathscythe didn't have a fork, but a scythe. It was amusing though.
Then we got into the topic of the two boys that ride through our school parking lot every day. One rides on a motorized scooter and the other rides on a bike. Every morning they cross through our parking lot, and it was beginning to bug us. So we made a plan. First of all, there is the janitor lady at our school who has a large yellow cleaning cart that squeaks. The squeaking is so high pitched that it hurts your ears, but sometimes it seems that I am the only one it bothers. Anyway, we decided we were going to gather a bunch of rabid squirrels together and put them in the cart. We would be supplied with mops, of course, and boom boxes would be strapped around our necks so we could play heroic theme music at the right moment.
On Monday morning, when they ride through the parking lot, we will burst out of the gym (one with the yellow cleaning cart and the other with the sports equipment cart), yelling war cries that instill terror into the boys hearts, all the while our heroic theme music plays from around our necks as we run with our carts full of cleaning materials, sports equipment, and rabid squirrels *squeakitsqueakitsqueakitsqueakitsqueakitsqueakitsqueak*. With a mighty cry we shall release our faithful squirrel minions and prepare ourselves with our oh-so-handy-dandy weapons of mops and footballs. While the rabid squirrels catch up to the boys (who are now pedalling and... motoring for their lives), we run at full speed towards our victims. With our mops we shall swat them in the face: "WAAAWAAWOOOOOAHWA WAWAWAWOOOO YAHAHAAA!" and with our footballs, baseballs, basketballs, etc., we shall knock them off their vehicles: "CHICHICHICHICHICHICHICYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!".
Then our terrified victims shall pick themselves up off the ground and, half-running half-stumbling with rabid squirrels attatched to their clothing, they shall retreat off the premesis and never go through our parking lot ever again. *nods* And that is our master plot.
We did actually study, of course. I ran off some copies of a language practice test from my book and we worked on that a bit. Louise was sitting on the bed, staring at Marilyn and me in a scary way. It was kind of like crazy psychopathic glaring. Creepy I say. Finally she stopped and instead started making weird faces. Louise left around 6:00, but Marilyn stayed and had pizza. I like the kind of pizza we get. It's yummy! (Yummy is a fonny word).
I'm really tired, which isn't normal for me, especially at 10:00 at night on a Friday. I guess this week wore me out. Well I'll conclude this entry now, so bye bye!

too.. many.. tests...
I have three big tests tomorrow - history, Language Arts, and the dreaded one *gasp* science! Generally I do pretty well in school. Last report card I had about a 3.7 GPA and was able to get 97th percentile on my IOWA tests, but since then I've been having trouble with science. I have a C+, but my teacher says it's really close to a B-. It makes me wonder, if it's so close, why doesn't she round it like they always do? *sigh* So tomorrow is my last chance to get better than a C in science test before progress reports. If we were studying anything else besides chemistry and chemical equation crap I would have probably done much better, but NOOOOO, we have to learn how to solve a chemical equation, or what a double replacement chemical reaction is or whatever.
Yup. Tis evil. I noticed that I've been complaining about school a lot. Sorry.
Why am I apologizing? This is my journal.
...
But still, I feel like a "complainer".
SOMEONE TELL ME TO SHUT UP!
*ahem* I'm done.
I'm happy that I did pretty well in math! Last year, in 7th grade, I had a C+ throughout the whole year in math (a lot of stuff was going on - believe me. It was a sad year. If anyone cares to know why, maybe I'll tell you. I guess it might be nice to talk about it again.). Now though, I believe I've brought it up to a B or B+ (yay!).
That doesn't mean I've stopped hating math, mind you. I still dislike numbers *hugs her words*. I is liking words better than numbers *nods*.
Hmmm. Oh yes! We got a new gym floor. At first I thought it was going to be stupid, but from what I have seen of the finished work, it looks pretty nice. Coach got a bunch of people together to put it down, but all it really was was like fitting puzzle peices together. Kinda weird yes? Well, it's late, and I still need to type up my history study guide.
Bai! Sayonara! Ja ne! Aloha! Alveterzein(sp?)! Si senor! . . . . . wait . . . .