Go me go me..
I GOT MY CAMERA!!

That is all.

"Happy" New Year.
Wasn't I listening to Rx Bandits last time I updated this? Hmm. Taking Back Sunday. Maybe not. Not like it matters though.

Just when you thought you could trust someone, they turn around and stab you in the back. Sounds lame and cliche, I know, but it's true. I don't want to rant on this any longer than I have to, so let's just say that it's not nice. No matter how funny you think it is, remember the person you're dealing with. Remember what they're going through. And above all..remember that this is not a way to strengthen friendships.

Oh and about my passion for hating people..it's how I am. Sorry. You know who you are.

ARGH.
Do you know how hard wax is to get off of sweatpants? It's extremely hard. So there I am in my sister's room when she tells me, "Hold out your hands." So I do, and she pours a bunch of candlewax into my cupped hands. Naturally, half of it spills all down my pants. And guess what color the candle is? WHITE. Of all colors..WHITE candle spilled right on my crotch! Yeah, you like it.

To add to my stupidity, I was trying to fold up the ironing board and I wasn't doing it right and it unfolded right onto my face.

Yeah, I'm an idiot.

Five percent vs. forty percent..
To elaborate on the title..well, which would you choose? Five or forty? It's all a matter of quality versus quantity..five percent quantity, forty percent quality. You decide.

Points to anyone who knows what the heck I'm talking about.

So people say that they are afraid of falling..but of course when they do, they laugh it off like it's no big deal. I know I'm not afraid of falling, because I'm already down. Why be afraid? You fall, you get up, you fall again. Or you don't get up at all, and stay down. That's where I am. Down, never to return up again, unless something drastic happens. Maybe you can help. Maybe..maybe you don't even care. I bet you don't. Does anyone even understand what I'm getting at? Maybe you do. But then again, who knows? No one knows what isn't to know, and perhaps this isn't. Am I even making sense? Do you understand what I'm getting at? No, really. I suppose not. But it's all the time..all the time.

And so everyone around me is getting happy, and I've lost it. Completely. Nothing turned out the way I planned; but then again, when does it ever? Oh, you know. It simply does not.

"I know you know I know you know, so just admit." Now that's a screwed up quote if I ever saw one. But then again, consider who wrote it..no, ladies and gentlemen! It was not I..perhaps you know I know you know who it is. Maybe tis so.

I'm rambling. If you choose to never read this again because of this entry..I forgive you. This is awful writing if I ever saw it. Just..leave. Go somewhere better. Well, maybe not. In that case..try here.

You know, it really amazes me how many spelling errors a single person can pack into a single journal entry. I mean, unless you are just a stupid retard and you normally type like that (see below), then you have no excuse. I know that I personally go back and REREAD all my journal entries after I type them just to check for grammar and spelling. It takes two minutes. Come on.

- Taken from a random journal -
"omg! michael and i are playin phone tag an i cn't reach him and i am afraid if i call him his mommie will yell at me well anyways today i went out wid mah mommie! lol we went every where! and we spent sooo much money! but we got a lot of stuff.mah hair iz still straight from last nite and it looks really good.it got kinda got messed up cause it waz raining today. i got a really coolio jacket and a braclet!Now i really want someone to call me! i am so freakin bored well i gotsta go and i will still pprobabley be waiting here! buh bye"

As my good friend Paige says, "Unless you are retarded or black, you have no excuse to 'tlk lyke dis, yo.'"

Ready ready set go.
Yes, my father and I finally got the speakers on this computer to work. So now I don't have to use two computers and have my family yell at me for it.

I'm still sick. I suppose I got better for a little while, but then it decided, "Hey! Let's torture Nancy and make her cough violently every fifteen seconds! Yes! GREAT idea!" Except not. And today I coughed so hard I coughed up blood. Yes, you wanted to know. But yes..I need to get better. Maybe my mother can buy me cough syrup and ginger ale..wahaha.

You said tonight is a wonderful night to die. I asked you how you could tell. You told me to look at the sky. Look at all those stars. Look at how goddamn ugly the stars are.

When you're tired of all the jerks..
No tats, no piercings, no hats, no grunge beard baby yeah!

..I'm not the one who's in a high school hardcore band.

And when you're tired of all the jerks, and you're tired of all the work, and you're tired of being hurt, you will long for the comfort of my golf shirt.

Yeah!

I'm at school..ha.
I never knew that I could get to woohu.com from school..guess that means I can update EVEN MORE! WOW! Yeah, just what you've always wanted. Hey, did you know that months that begin with Sunday always have a Friday the 13th? Speaking of which, that's tomorrow, and I thought we already had a Friday the 13th this year..don't we usually only get one? Oh well. Gah I hate the school keyboards! You have to hit the keys really hard or else it won't read it. And the bell is going to ring. And I hate the boys that sit next to me because they always argue! And they like to read over my shoulder. Like they are now.

Time to go.

Right on.
Somehow I managed to convince my mother that I was too sick to go to school today. But then she made me go to the doctor, which was annoying. They said I had a "severe sinus infection with the beginnings of an ear infection." That's just ABSOBALLYLUTELY FANTASTIC. *note sarcasm* I need to be better by Wednesday. Oh well, they gave me medicine. Maybe I can..nah, nevermind. Hmm..missing school does have its disadvantages though. According to the people I've talked to, I missed a heck of a lot of work. That's okay though..I can get other people to do it for me, right? Yeah.

Don't you hate it when people won't answer your ims? Especially when they imed you first? Ah, the sad sad life I live. Worrying about ims all the time..oh well. I suppose I'll get over it.

Don't listen to me anymore. It's for your own good.