just... stuff
Hello, I'm back (oh aren't you so happy and joyful? I know now that you shall forever live in peace knowing that I am here. ^_^.... -_-). Today was the first day after vacation that we went back to school. I think since I got home I've been asked "how was school?" about three times already. School is school - it is hardly ever really exciting, and right now the stress everyone is feeling is not putting people in good moods. I hope I do well on my high school test. I know I keep bringing that up, but I am pretty worried about it. Especially the math part. I have never really been good in math before - now I've gotten better; A B or B+ I believe - but some of these problems are hard. Or at least they seem hard to me. I don't think that I will have much trouble with the Language Arts parts because that's always been my strongpoint. Being that I'm taking the actual test this Saturday, I have less then a week to study, and that is obviously not lowering my stress levels.
Hmm now, what else is there to talk about? I really don't want to concentrate too much on school, but that seems to be the only thing vaguely interesting.
Wait. I looked for info on the Neon Genesis Evangelion live action movie and so far there isn't anything other that what I've heard along with some rumors.
The Queen of England's dog was eaten by Princess Anne's dog. That's rather disturbing, isn't it? In a sick twisted way, however, I find it funny.
What if you named your dog Weenie? "Come here Weenie, come here boy!" If you were having hot dogs for dinner or luch you could say "you wanna hot weenie?" Heee hahaha.
I like laughing at my own jokes every once in a while though. Tis nice.
DOOOOOOOOOPIDOOOOPERS SAY I!
I'm done for now. Tootle pip.

words
My new word is noobles. yes, noobles. NOT noodles - noobles. *nods*

It's my birthday
Hey! Today I am fourteen. Not much else to say really. I'm going to a japanese restaraunt tonight called Kyoto Palace though, which I am looking forward to, and I may even get to watch the first Inu-Yasha movie (it hasn't been shown in America yet. In fact I don't think it even has English dubs yet), which is cool.
I was going to delete a poem from my profile, but I decided why don't I put it in my journal? So here it is - nothing super special:

Scratching at the door of your soul a deamon awaits.
Don't let it in or it'll be too late.
Pray it won't get in
Don't let it by
push it away from the walls
and let it die.
You can't fight long
You're going to give in.
It claws at your soul and your heart within.
There's nothing to do
let it come, let it stay
because you know now that you can't run away.


There you go.

oh a whale of a tale I'll tell you lads!
Ah, vacation. The gloriousness of it all is wonderful and fills your soul with joy, I say!

Tomorrow we're heading over to a bookstore. It has all the old books there; some copyrighted way back in the 1800s, and I bet there are even a few dated before that. I can't wait to go. Maybe I'm strange, but i like old books and things like that. There's something mysterious about them, maybe even magical to some extent O_o. Ah, other than that i really don't have much to talk about. It's cloudy again outside.

That makes me happy.

Dream
I just wanted to type in a dream I had last night. The thing that i guess surprised me was that it was a lot more consistant than my other dreams usually are. Usually I'll be walking into a room with a person and then all of a sudden that person will be Martin Short or something. Okay, on with the adventure!!! (Dun dun DUUUUUNnn)

The first thing I remember was that I was in a library. I suppose I was on a lower floor of it, so it was pretty large. The walls were a clean white and tall mahogany shelves leaned against them, filled with all different books. These books looked more like those photography books, or at least those ones that are much larger in length then novels are.
A classmate, named Erin Young, was with me, looking at one of those large books. I was just sitting there when a tall man dressed in black robes and a back turban walked towards us. He had dark skin and a beard,and his dark eyes were stern yet interesting in a way. He offered to show us around a bit, and Erin and I took up the offer. We followed him around through the whitewashed corridors, where the bookshelves where growing a bit more scarce then they had been on the lower floor.
He started speaking about different kinds of religions. All I remember is that one began with "R", and sounded very Arabic or Islamic.
We came upon an elevator, where we had to wait for people to get out. Erin was gone by this time, gone to the place where disappearing people in dreams go, I suppose. There was a large black woman behind a wooden desk next to the elevator. The rest of the room was completely made of polished granite, with a few of those bright green fake decor plants in the corners.
I got in the large elevator, where black man and a few other people joined me. Apparently the elevator was capable of taking you to different countries. The man I was in the elevator with said a high number, but the lady at the desk who was controlling it laughed as the doors closed and said "Kenya here they come."
"No!" the man shouted. Then he started muttering complaints about how he didn't like Kenya's police station or something. Kenya was apparently located in the "basement" of the building. We arrived and walked through a departure-and-drop-off station place. I guessed this was the police station thing the man was talking about, because there were police roaming around, and it fit what an older-looking police station might look like.
The walls were painted a tannish-orange color, and judging by the lighting the inside was getting, it looked like it was dark outside.
Then I was sitting under a window, my back against the wall - it seemed I was behind a desk or chair or something, and was seeing from the point of view of the black man I had met in the elevator. I was telling someone how you would be sitting somewhere and then all of a sudden people would throw things like paper balls at you. Just then I heard a rustling in the blinds above me and looked up. A hand was sticking through, holding a paper ball. It dropped the crumpled peice of paper on me, hitting my forhead. Quite a few other paper balls followed after that, until I grew quite annoyed. I don't remember doing anything to whoever was dropping the paper, it was just annoying.
Outside of the building and throughout the country there was a war going on. I remember there was an older man and his daughter who's house had been taken over by a few drunken enemy soldiers. The daughter offered bravely to go and distract the soldiers or something while her father, who was a veteran, gathered a small militia to ambush the soldiers and take back what was rightfully theirs. The father didn't want his daughter to go, but in the end he decided it was best, and let her.
I then saw from the point of view of the daughter, who was hurrying through a foresty swamp-like place. Daybreak was coming because there was a dim bluish light about. I remember as I seemed to float through this area, there were these two old wooden swings that hung from a tree branch. People were running all around the area, and I suppose they were running from enemies or evacuating the area. Whenever you got close to the swings though, these two eerie transparent children would appear, their eyes wide and staring, their mouth set sternly. They were dressed in older clothes, and I remember one was a boy. However I do not remember what the other one was. Right away it was obvious they were ghosts of some sort, though their story goes no further than that.
Once again my point of view changed. I was back to being the black man, and I was running through a field of enemy soldiers. I suppose they didn't really consider me a threat, or maybe they were distracted, because none of them actually shot at me. However they did chase me. The weird thing was, I would spit on them, and the body part I would spit on would literally cave in. Then, from that same area, bullets would fire. I remember one soldier who was chasing me. His face was dirty and his uniform was a dark brownish green, and he had a heavy London accent, I think. I spit and it landed in his mouth. He stopped in his tracks and a sickened expression came over his face as he accidentally swallowed. Eyes widening, he screamed and writhed on the floor until, with an utterly sickening bubbly gurgling noise, his throat completely caved in, also creating a bloody mess. A second or two later, bullets came flying out of his open mouth. One hit a fellow soldier's gun, which exploded, seeming to create a chain reaction with the other soldiers, killing quite a few.
My point of view once again switched, though I was now seeing through the old veteran father's eyes. The sky was darker, and it seemed to be sunset, thought the it was more of a reddish black than anything else. I was peering upon a small little run down cabin. It appeared to be one room and had a tiny porch and overhang outside the front door. The lights were on, though you could see no movement. I remember cringing at the thought that those soldiers were living comfortably in my home, probably making a mess and even destroying it. I was dressed in my old uniform with a machine gun on the mound of dirt in front of me. My men I knew were posted around the area, hidden behind trees and boulders incase anyone came out of the cabin for any reason. I began contemplating how I was to raid my own home. I didn't want to destroy my own home, and it was a tough decision because I didn't want any of my men to die either. I was about to say "ready..." to go, but then I woke up.

An odd dream it was, though quite interesting in my opinion.

just yakking
I went to the party. At first it was boring, but after a long while it was okay. though I swear they were trying to kill me. All they played was rap. I swear that they knew my weakness and were out to get me for some unforgivable thing I had done to them in the past. I have no idea what that unforgiveable deed would be, however, so maybe that wasn't the reason. Maybe they just like to torture me. Anyway, it got a bit better after a while (not necessarily the music, just in general I suppose), maybe simply because it was fun yelling at all the people who were "freaking", especially since they couldn't hear us. Louise went after all, which was good, but not like anyone reading really cares. ^_^ just kidding. I love you all. Or those that bother to read this anyway.

The thing I found amazing was that these people could find a way to freak to any song that was played. In case you don't know what "freaking" is, I shall be a kind citizen and explain. Freaking is not really a dance of any kind, but more like a violent jerking. In fact it looks quite similar to having convulsions or a seisure, except it is in a "sexier" way, according to those who do it. They seem to think that looking like they are having severe mental problems is attractive. Not to mention it may be insulting to a person who really *does* have mental problems.

*sigh* I truly do not know what this world is coming to. Oh well. I suppose that's how some people are and I can't change that. I should be more respectful right? Uh huh, okay then. I'll pretend to be as respectful as possible and shall hide all my opinions. Okay, now I am confusing myself.

It is actually quite impossible for me to keep strong opinions to myself, and in fact I often get in trouble with my parents because I tend to state my opinions too freely at times. Therefore, being that I will not try to change these other people, I shall not change myself by trying to keep all of my opinons to myself. So there.

Wow. If this is confusing me I can't imagine how confusing this must be to you (if anybody is even reading this). Maybe I should move on to a different subject.

Actually, I can't move on to a different subject, as my sister is about to kick me off of the computer in maybe... oh..... 45 seconds? Wait and see we must. In the mean while, I shall bid you farewell, faithful people of the - okay, so I don't have any regular or faithful readers, but it is my goal I say!

Ja!

gray skies
The sky is cloudy today. I like it cloudy a lot better than when it is sunny. I like the feeling it gives me for some reason. It isn't really a describable feeling, so i won't bother trying to explain it. These kind of days put the world in a whole different perpective, you could say.
I'm mad because Louise says she'll go to this party with me, and then I talk to her and ask her the plans and she says "Oops I didn't tell my parents I was going." She said she forgot to RSVP too. If she doesn't go, I don't know who I will hang out with. The place will be full of preps, which might be a problem for me, but I still kind of want to go.
But maybe I shouldn't.
This whole thing is stupid.

Yo se mite
Back in all my glory from the sacred place of Yosemite National Park! Twas fun and interesting, though my feet hurt like hell, as well as many other muscles that I am now just realizing I had. My friend Ashleigh had no one to trick-or-treat with, so I decided to get together with her. She was a Dark Angel. The costume was awesome. She wore all black: black shirt, black pants, dark-colored trench coat, large black angel wings, and black boots that made her look ridiculously taller than me.
You may have noticed that I said "dark-colored" while listing. Ah yes, very observant my compadre! That is because the trench coat was more of a very very dark blackish-green. Oh well. Twas still cool, I say, though feeling that short is not a largely familiar feeling I have. Usually she is an inch taller but nooooooo she has to add a few inches! yahaha! Oh well, i lived and I should not complain, that I should not.

My aching feet bid you farewell!

PS I would like to once again thank Adrian for putting me in his top 5 list, tis truly an honor!

k, I'm done.

science homework sucks....
KONNICHI-WA MINNA-SAN! I AM BAAACK! Me and my faithful hobbit homies went shopping at the oh-so-expensive Goodwill store for our hobbit-ish costumes. That is right, to celebrate the Return of the King, we are being hobbits. The only problem is the whole hairy feet thing I think. Hmmmm.
Think we must, eh??

Oh yes, I so happily changed my icon thingamabob. You like? tis nice yes yes? It is Sora from the video game Kingdom Hearts. I turned my story in to my teacher yesterday, and have yet to get it back. I hope that she doesn't forget about it, for I am a very impatient person at times *dramatic sigh*

Today was my sister's birthday. We ate dinner in Gilroy at a place called Mama Mia's. Ze food was good, and she seemed pleased with the monkey toe socks I gave her.
Yes.
Monkey toe socks.
Monkeys are coool! After wolves, of course.
woah....... I was listening to "Everybody's got a laughing place" from the Splash Mountain thingy in the Disney parks and I swear some person just broke through and started yabbering things at me. it sounded a lot like "yab yab es strollibi boo" and "abilibaba fo sor isstaf".
O_o and alien race I tell you! *taps computer screen* Maybe he's living inside the moniter......

If anybody knows info about those things called "blogs" it would be great if I could get some info just because I ish curious.

"SHE THINKS MY TRACTOR'S SEXXAAAY! ....."
sorry. Couldn't resist. It is a classic song, after all.

*ahem*

Dude, I realized I want to hit myself whenever I use double negatives...
Yes, apparently when I hear myself use double negatives I greatly aggravate myself.

Anyway, last summer I worked on a story. It turned out to be 22 pages long typed up in a 12 point font. Oh well. Anyway, I've been trying to think what to do with it, and during teacher conferences my mom oh-so-generously (yeah right) brought it up to my Language Arts teacher. I was surprised to hear how interested she was though, and after a while, I realized I was kinda glad my mom brought it up. Anyway, after we were done talking with her, Mom kept insisting that I should give it to her to read.

And I think I'm gonna go for it. I mean, I still don't like my Language Arts teacher, but otherwise my story will likely just sit there on the computer, pointless and with no meaning. All I need to do is edit some stuff up I think. I just don't know if it is very good....

I HATE SCHOOL! MY SCIENCE TEACHER IS BEING EVIL AND GIVING US THIS BIG FREAKING TEST THAT IS SIX FREAKING PAGES LONG AND SHE IS BEING UTTERLY MERCILESS ABOUT IT. MEANWHILE, A PROJECT ON AN ELEMENT IS DUE THE SAME DAY! wait..... no.... it's due two days after.... BUT STILL!
*pant* It is evil and I hate it! Tis TOO DAMN OVERWHELMING! *pant*
.....
.....
.....
*flops down on the ground drunkenly* I dooon't liiiike it! *whines*. I need some sake. Or maybe just some singing. yes. singing.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! A pirate's life is a wonderful life for rovin over the sea! You choose a career as a bucaneeer it's a pirate's life for me! Ohhhhhhh a pirate's life is a wonderful life, they never bury your bones! But when it's all over, a jolly old rover drops in on his friend Davey Jones! His good friend Davey Jones!

K. Done.

I am down with that my home dawg yo! I be chillin like a villain in a frillin billin sprillin, G! Got mah bling bling in da crib an I be polishin it up fo yalls to see fo rizzle dawg.

Holla foo!

Dela the asswipe
GUESS WHAT?!!? I'M PISSED OFF! Enraged is an interesting word is it not? Anyway. Who is dela, you ask?

Dela was once my friend's boyfriend. Then he told her that he had a kid and that he couldn't be her bf anymore because he still loved the girl that he had the kid with. I never believed him in the first place, but then we for sure found out it was a lie. It was all because he didn't like her and he didn't want to be with her anymore. He didn't say "Look, we can't be together anymore" he said "I have a kid".

You getting how much of a jerk he is yet? Well I'm not finished.

Every year our school holds a "fiesta" or a carnival with rides and stuff. Well Dela, Chris (ogreskate312 if any of you have read his journal), and their friend Patrick came. Dela sent Chris to come over and tell us that he wanted to speak with Sarah. Of course we weren't about to let her go alone. I didn't like the guy before, and I didn't like him then either. So we went over and Sarah sat down next to him. He put his arm around her, Sarah muttered "okay, what the hell is going on here," and I began muttering curses under my breath. It's one of those times where you wish you were Wiccan and could really curse him or something. Anyway, he began to lead her away, and I rolled along on the parking lot floor, following them, my friends eagerly following behind me. Nosey we are. Chris ran and tripped, which I think he did on purpose, but anyway.... It wasn't a secret that we were following them for long, being that one of us started making noise, and we quickly clambered onto the play structure where we could watch them talk on the benches nearby. Now, Sarah currently has a boyfriend named Ruben, and with Dela talking to her like an ass, we felt it was our duty to tell him to lay off in the most suddle way possible.
Mikaela started reciting lines from Romeo and Juliet, inserting Ruben's name every now and then, and I yelled loudly "So! Mikaela! Who exactly is thes RUBEN guy again? Who is RUBEN, sarah? Dela, do YOU know who ruben is?" Dela seemed confused, so sarah told him who ruben was and why she couldn't see dela again. Wanting to get a better listen, some of us ran over to the benches and sat down next to them. I really didn't care if he thought I was a bitch, I was pissed because he was being unfair. He kept telling sarah that he wanted her back. Who tells someone that they have a kid as an excuse to break up with them and then kisses up to them and acts like they want them again. I don't know about you people, but I find something like that unforgiveable. He really hurt her.

So we waited for them to finish talking. Sarah said at one point:
"Yeah, well you told me you had a kid....."
Dela said "I can't believe you fell for that! Dork," then he laughed as if teh whole thing was a joke. You don't joke about shit like that. That was an outright lie and he knows it.
I tried to be nice, but soon my impatience got the better of me, and I muttered "OKay, are you DONE talkign with her yet?" I hadn't meant for him to hear me, but he did. And he gave me the look of death *shudder*. I walked away, Mikaela following, considering he had given her the look of death as well. The little group of ours hung out by the water fountains for a little while, and Chris told me how Dela had been saying how much he didn't like her, and then today he was kissing up to her like he still loved her. That made me pissed off, naturally, and I chased Mikaela (Mickey) around the parking lot, trying to get her to come over to the tables with me. In the end, Louise was really the only one brave enough, so she and I stood there for a while, waiting and waiting and waiting, all the while I was still muttering curses under my breath at dela.
Trying to sound polite and unintruding so as to avoid the look of death, Louise asked "Have you two found a conclusion to this discussion yet?" Sarah laughed, and Dela barely paid attention. The whole time he was talking to her, he held her hands, and it was pissing me off because he was a lying fraud and I wanted to beat him up, even though chances are I would lose.
Sarah kept telling him that she didn't like him anymore, and I found it very brave of her, especially since she had acted so afraid to be seen by him earlier in the day. Ocassionally I would flip him off under my sweatshirt sleeve when he wasn't looking, but this talk was taking too long. When she would try to get up and leave, he would push her back down again. Finally the conversation seemed at an end, and he hugged her. I found it funny because she wasn't really hugging him back and she never looked him in the face. he tried to kiss her but she turned away, which made me feel like yelling "HAH! IN YOUR FACE DELA YOU ASS!"

*ahem* anyway, I think he is an asswipe and I hope that whoever is reading this can understand my feelings. I don't like it when people treat other people like dirt, especially my friends. Sorry to those of you that are friends with dela, but that's what happened and I'm not going back on how much I hate him, because I think he deserves to be loathed for what he did. And there you have it.

I am a laughing eggplant.