tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75483503784571116012012-01-25T06:49:42.003-05:00Yeah, ohkayy just so you know this doesn't have like a rating or anything so anything goes. So if you're easily offended/offended at all then don't even try to read it.Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.comBlogger661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-29270135375172937442009-06-22T17:51:00.002-04:002009-06-23T21:49:16.306-04:00

I figured I should write something here, especially since the writing camp started today, the writing camp that I'm not going to.The only thing I can think of to write about that's like normal is vounleteering at karate camp. Of course simply reading all the way down the page shows that this is obviously fake and all, but then everything else in the world is too, so whatever.So today for session

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-54469303743606771742009-05-24T23:32:00.003-04:002009-05-29T20:45:28.065-04:00

So I'm in a weirdish mood. It's pretty weird. Not that anyone cares, and/or will read this, but yeah, I'm in a weirdish mood.I'm not sure what I feel like doing, but then I guess that's not too uncommon, and my fingers randomly feel like typing a lot, idk. I should probably editting the thing that I want to publish, but I'm not. It'd probably be pretty retarted to try and publish something, for

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-39499322275476031122009-05-12T16:43:00.002-04:002009-05-12T16:45:31.740-04:00

She's gone.I don't know what to do. I lost her. She left me here all by myself. What if she never comes back? I need her. They'll find me. Catch me. But, I don't even think I care in this state.She's gone.

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-13721781788720409512009-05-05T22:06:00.002-04:002009-05-05T22:09:11.255-04:00

I think this is a cry for help. But I don't know how to ask for help. I'll deny it later, but that's the way these things go. I'm so tired. Please?

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-48304037311336548152009-05-05T20:58:00.002-04:002009-05-05T21:03:06.019-04:00

I'm not sure.I think I'm ready for someone to call my shit, but I'm not sure I can deal with it at the time. I'm sorry for lying to all of you for so long. No one's going to read this and that's okay. Nothings changed in so long, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for the change. Years it's been and years it probably will be.I'm sorry for lying, but I'm not sure I could ever tell the truth.If you're

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-63629491903366371042009-04-11T14:25:00.002-04:002009-04-11T14:36:58.160-04:00

So, I was looking on the side of this thing and the pets are very outdated. Like I mean Celeste is here and so is Sunny, but Lightning died. Yeah, out of all of them that one was mine (gerbil). Also the chickens like ran away, so we don't have them now either. The tadpoles died a very, very long time ago, probably right after I put up the picture. Plus we have rats too now, and a venus flytrap,

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-28074700944602682712009-04-06T20:40:00.000-04:002009-04-06T21:07:19.611-04:00

ANANDA WINS SCRIPT FRENZY.How sad is it that right now I don't even care anymore?

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-42286149253016311792009-04-05T10:42:00.000-04:002009-04-05T10:47:06.452-04:00

ANANDA knows where both of her SCRIPTS are going and has fallen in love with both.

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-50484745018454735222009-03-29T14:56:00.002-04:002009-03-29T15:12:59.096-04:00

I'm not sure if 'awhile' is a word, but I don't care.Later today I'm going to see a bunch of people I guess. Maya, Sara, and Maria. It's almost weird to say 'Sara' and not think of Sara Hilton, since like before, but I'll have to get over it. Sara's not who she used to be... hey Sara, not that you'll ever read this, but if it was someone elses it wouldn't matter. Oh well. I'll live. I'll always

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-90183115522300676362009-02-16T18:18:00.002-05:002009-02-16T18:23:53.957-05:00

Along time ago I was going to put an amazing vidieo on here, but that kinda failed I guess. I'm just doing this because I have to do History Day tonight and my pilot proposal, and a lot of other stuff I don't want to think about. I'm not even sure if I have that vedieo.... idkI really don't want to, but I think I'm going to go do something... of course I really won't and I'll just procrastinate

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-66485150830191091822009-01-16T12:09:00.002-05:002009-01-16T12:21:31.516-05:00

So it's been like a year since I've posted. I was going to post when I first got this computer, but then something happened to it and it didn't save it as a draft for some reason, actually I think it might have but I just never bothered to check it. So I haven't posted in ages. Right now I'm procrastinating on my history day paper. I actually don't think it'll be that back once I get it going.

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-16256905654034834152008-12-21T08:00:00.002-05:002008-12-21T08:13:17.176-05:00

Okay, so I haven't posted in forever. I haven't really been that busy I just haven't has anything to say. Actually, there's nothing to say now either; I just figured I stop by and say something. Even it is just that I have nothing to say.Well we got this monster Christmas tree. It's one of the huge ones that are nine feet tall. It's kinda funny because this tree would be big to most people, but

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-9932793681480348472008-11-28T15:48:00.002-05:002008-11-28T15:48:59.453-05:00

This is the blog of a novelist because I just wrote a novel in month.

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-25335712793882675792008-11-28T12:05:00.001-05:002008-11-28T12:07:51.093-05:00

I think I'm going to finish today. I really do. And this will be/is the shortest post ever so I can go back to writing I only have 2,600 words left and half the day ahead of me.

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-51198261383563994962008-11-15T09:10:00.002-05:002008-11-15T09:21:05.955-05:00

I am on the computer. And I am in my room. I have stolen the computer for the day. The whole freaking day. w00t. So what if some have it all day long every day in their room. I have it today.I am on a keyboard make in 1994; it... used to be white, now it's kinda yellow. I am using the mouse I usally use which was made probably in 1998. I am on my my monitor which was made in 1997 I belive. The

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-23811302001893983612008-11-13T05:18:00.002-05:002008-11-13T05:24:20.750-05:00

Don't feel bad Nonde from last week this is my current word count and I still don't have a damn idea about what my story is about. GRAnd as you can see on my happy little how my word count is doing bar at the bottom of the page I did terrible yesterday.And I'm really behind on things. If you take the number of B days we've had this quarter and subtract it by three that's the number of math

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-18887936741327829972008-11-07T18:11:00.002-05:002008-11-07T18:16:32.292-05:00

Is how many words my story has. I'm not sure what it's going to be about or anything yet, but that's okay. I should probably write more today I could probably get tomorrow's words done too. I just have to think of what to write. And I would send it to Kaitlyn, but she would think I've done the things that happened in the dream and I havn't. Well never like that anyways.I don't know, my mind just

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-22101321217848253092008-11-01T09:47:00.002-04:002008-11-01T10:17:15.394-04:00

While it has been years since I've written anything, that doesn't mean I don't have anything to say. Well, yes, actually it does, but that sounds sad so I'm going to pretend I didn't say it. I can't remember where that was going... never mind.Anyways. So about this whole novel thing, that's going to be fun I guess. I've filled my word quota for today and I would keep going except my hair need

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-41652067009741904252008-10-17T17:02:00.002-04:002008-10-17T17:41:25.151-04:00

I was thinking about my other blog and so I decided I should bring over two things that were on that one. Even though that was like a different format and what was on the top then was always on top, and this will gradually go down, but whatever. I haven't been on there since I wrote it, and I don't plan to ever again, but I'll post this anyways.

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-294556091185318332008-10-16T16:42:00.004-04:002008-10-16T17:07:29.726-04:00

Three months is a long time to have writer's block. I mean like I found some poems and stuff I wrote in 7th grade I'm just like 'I wish I could write like that' I mean, I don't like. It's like when I found that one story on the computer from when I was ten, the computer in my room, and I'm just like 'wow, this is actually really good.' But now I'm not writing good. I'm not writing any. I don't

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-39427671132252781442008-10-12T07:04:00.002-04:002008-10-12T07:09:04.772-04:00

I don't have anything to say here, so I don't know why I'm posting. If I tried it would come out like the blog I did in 7th grade, and while I actually don't care, I don't know.I guess it wouldn't matter so much if I did post whatever I wanted. After last night I know some 'newfound'knowledge, of course I knew it already, but I believe it more now.It's just there's nothing left for me to tell

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-3473543746683564972008-10-08T17:35:00.003-04:002008-10-08T17:46:11.428-04:00

This is related to Becky's last blog post.Don't you hate when you're talking to someone. And you're right on the surface of something that you don't want them to know. But like you kinda do want them to know, but you don't so much more then you do. And you're like right on the surface. And you're just not sure what to say. Whether to say, yes this is who I am, what I do. But you're not sure how

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-78140346963772376542008-10-06T17:01:00.005-04:002008-10-06T18:54:28.112-04:00

So debate was awesome. Beyond awesome.(I was going to do this yesterday, but then I wasn't allowed on the computer)I mean the night before I really didn't want to go. I didn't really have my cases done, I was like freaking out, and I just didn't want to go.I got up at two the next day, finished my cases and left the house at about 3:50ish. Anna called me after I had gotten onto the Navy Base to

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-36560167558336956372008-10-01T16:49:00.004-04:002008-10-01T18:07:16.963-04:00

It's been eleven days since I posted. I'd only posted six times this last month, which is actually really sad as the week of writing camp I have like twice that.I guess I could say that Magnet is taking over, but it's not really. I don't consider myself overworked. Not even when I'm completely freaking out.I guess I'm glad that Maya's coming over, I wish everyone could come over though, it would

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-39870448832844062402008-09-21T07:32:00.002-04:002008-09-21T08:13:00.694-04:00

I haven't posted here in nine days. It's funny how it used to be so important, and now it's really not.I just went out and fed my chickens, well actually let them out. It was very sad there were three eggs because Sierrah never picked the one up from yesterday. Sometimes they'll made three in a day, but that one's from yesterday. Then they had no food or water in their cage. (Or out of it, but

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-17003772427590364662008-09-12T16:27:00.003-04:002008-09-12T16:48:19.869-04:00

So today was nice. No tests, it's been the first day for a while I've been able to say that. Of course in two classes we were reviewing for really big tests, but who cares.I had more candy today then I think I may have had in the last year. Honestly.I think I would die at any other school (except maybe SOA) but AMHS is awesome, as soon as I finish typing up what I have of my list I'll probably

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-89945430747088227612008-09-11T21:34:00.002-04:002008-09-11T21:41:30.554-04:00

Wow, I haven't written anything in a long time, and I didn't even notice. Things go by differently now that I'm in school. Back when there would be three posts a day I wasn't doing much, and had a lot to say. Now I am doing very much and I'm not really sure if I have a lot to say. I could make this long yes, I could ramble on and on about stuff like I usually do, but I'm not sure.Right now Gary

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-79152414549801076592008-09-07T06:30:00.002-04:002008-09-07T06:44:17.227-04:00

So my throat still hurts a little, but not as much as the day before or the day before that. I've got this massive knot in my shoulder, which is lovely, and of course that pain extends down my arms a bit. It's like giant. I mean you can feel it in my shoulder and then go like all the way into my back, ug. My nose is all stuffy, and sunburned; so it hurts like crap. I can't really type well

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-5325682918437901742008-09-05T06:54:00.002-04:002008-09-05T07:12:18.355-04:00

I feel terrible. We don't have school and I feel terrible. I think the whole /tropical/ storm thing is dumb with Gaston which was actually a category one hurricane there was not this much drama.That's not why I feel terrible though, my throat is very sore, and I don't want to find out if I can talk or not, and my stomach is just sorta weird.my father went all spazo yesterday about the whole Hanna

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-8442562593142236682008-09-01T09:47:00.002-04:002008-09-01T10:12:27.372-04:00

I had a really weird dream. I think Magnet's getting to my head. I dreamed I was at this place the resembled some one's house, but it was massive. It had turned into like some... I don't' know what it's called, but like game show type of thing I guess. And I thought is was some game, but everyone else knew what it really was. (meaning I thought when I saw it it was a game, but everyone else knew

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-65553414902778442372008-08-30T17:31:00.000-04:002008-08-30T17:32:29.726-04:00

bloody bloody flying fuck's bloody bloody flying fuck flying i have never fuck, BLOODY FLYING FUCK! beyond any bloody flying fuck, your bloody flying fuck have their flying: in your most fuck bloody flying fuck are things which fuck me, or which i cannot bloodying because they are too bloody your bloody look flying will unbloodying me though i have flying myself as bloody flying fuck,

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-84995403726214693772008-08-30T16:36:00.003-04:002008-08-30T16:38:20.563-04:00

So were having dhal but I just decided to say that I love how you can spell it however you want and it's still the right way to spell it. I say dhal, Maya says dal, Kaitlyn says dahl, I love how they're all right. You can also call it daal. So I just randomly decided to say that it was cool, and that's all.Edit: ^ that's dhal/dahl/dal/daal in Sanskrit.

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-67270626853918023882008-08-29T17:56:00.004-04:002008-08-29T21:46:28.513-04:00

Omg, I feel so bad for Stephenie Meyer (http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/index.html) I feel like doing something though I don't know what. I mean just thinking about it feels awful, I can't imagine how she must feel. I don't blame her for not finishing it, not at all. I guess I understand why she put it on the website, but I know I could never ever bring myself to read it, no matter how good. I just

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-74790874436217177252008-08-27T19:28:00.002-04:002008-08-27T19:32:32.080-04:00

So my sister gave this boy our number (Calvin) to get dating advice so that she could date Jessie (yes it is a guy) and she's always talking him, but she's also talking about Justin a lot, who sent her a love note. And like the day before school she was always talking about this other guy from the library. (I forget his name (something I didn't think could ever happen) but that's cuz I've heard

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-5542668595461121162008-08-26T20:27:00.007-04:002008-08-26T21:50:03.821-04:00

Hmmm. I have 50 things on my list of "You Know You go to AMHS When..." and I'm stopping now, or else, you know, no one would read it cuz it would be too long. Also I've only been going there for a few days so I don't really know that many yet. Idk. I should go do the dishes because if I do I get homework. Wait, OMG that came out wrong, and I think it's so funny I'm not going to change it. See, I

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-84447357694728324372008-08-24T07:38:00.006-04:002008-08-26T20:44:10.292-04:00

So this is nice. Of course I really hope I don't have to miss school. The first thing I said after waking up was "I need to find Things Fall Apart" how absolutely sad is that. Shanti and I were the only ones who got the food poison, but of course mine was worse then hers, and we went to this stupid picnic thing yesterday, so apparently they were feeding us bad food. The weird thing is that I

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-8308074816191906902008-08-23T23:02:00.002-04:002008-08-23T23:17:34.782-04:00

I hadn't posted in a while so I figured I should, you know. I was really exhausted, but then I wasn't sleepy, so then I tried to go to bed for like three mins. then I put the dishes in the dishwasher, and then I got on the computer, but that like half hour made people who were on the computer get off it, so I no longer have anyone to talk to. So I'm posting.My motor skills have increased

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-57260849467350835722008-08-19T21:45:00.003-04:002008-08-19T21:57:42.556-04:00

I don't know, I'm so confused and I'm not sure who to talk to or what to say or anything. It doesn't matter, it's not real anyways. There is no point. I hate this. I mean it doesn't matter, but what does? I've made a choice, but I'm not sure if anyone will notice or care. I don't know. It doesn't matter. It's true that this is stupid, but what isn't. Falling, but not sure how far or how long. I

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-88005508689462959792008-08-18T13:01:00.001-04:002008-08-18T13:02:26.498-04:00

Terrified.I don't even know if I'll be able to correct people when they get my name wrong.

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-70244996522995914922008-08-17T21:16:00.002-04:002008-08-17T23:07:49.620-04:00

I feel like I should post so I am. Gosh, what's it to you. I started a new story, but it's terrible. There's this new mayo with olive oil, and I don't like mayo to begin with, I think it's just gross, but with olive oil, that's just terrible.I'm not sure about this whole school thing. Honestly I fucking terrified, but I'm not really sure what of. After last year I'm pretty sure I can deal with

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-68669149922795116132008-08-12T17:24:00.003-04:002008-08-12T18:12:31.343-04:00

It's been a while since I wrote something here. Not that it matters as no one reads this, but whatever.Cliff bars are really good. (And mum says that's they're lunch material, like just one, so that's cool, I can get by by taking a cliff bar and then eating it some other time) Ummmm.... OMG I was just flipping through my French dictionary and apparently s'envoyer en l'air means 'to have a screw'

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-30555918279954311192008-08-07T14:36:00.003-04:002008-08-07T15:17:53.824-04:00

I got my pretend schedule today. I'm not sure how much it'll change. I feel like I'm not taking hard enough classes. I don't know, just only have one class above average kinda made me sad. Maybe next summer I'll take a class to get ahead in something. I don't know. But here is my not real unofficial schedule.1A - Honors Global Studies 1/Stackhouse2A - Honors English 1/McKinley3A - Focus/Health/

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-79903875739688347772008-08-03T21:01:00.003-04:002008-08-03T22:11:38.250-04:00

So first we went to church and we were late, but when we got there everyone was singing a song from Annie (The sun'll come out tomorrow)which I guess was interesting. We had to use the affirmation "I am the rock" (Other ones we've had to use were "I am the toaster oven" Meditation was interesting (nothing /too/ weird happened which was a good thing as my parents were on the either side of me.) I

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-59192994400893961852008-08-03T08:27:00.003-04:002008-08-03T09:28:23.278-04:00

Yeah, so I read the book whatever, finished it yesterday. I did however have to freaking do stuff so I was downtown and at some weird persons house most of the day which suck because while I could still read it it really slowed me down. Downtown meaning the farmers market, how are you supposed to have a good read when bugs fall on your page every few seconds. Or at there house, they always keep

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-46440393757400527372008-07-30T19:05:00.004-04:002008-07-31T14:45:42.775-04:00

So right now I'm playing on www.freerice.com more or less because I have nothing else to do. Actually now I'm not, but that's because the internet just went out which is lovely.My situation for Friday is interesting. My mum is like doing something so she said I had to be like somewhere before 4:30 because at 4:30 she's going somewhere. So if I were dropped off at Barns and Noble it would like be

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-81865018432324423392008-07-29T19:33:00.005-04:002008-07-30T04:00:53.500-04:00

OMFG. Maya I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, you know I wouldn't do it on purpose. I didn't mean to. I swear. I wasn't paying attention and I hit the wrong name. Please don't kill me, please, please, please. You've known me for forever, would I really do something like that? Please, please, I'm so fucking sorry. Maya. Please?I do know I am the worstest person ever right now, I know that, I do

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-72745805688397008942008-07-29T18:39:00.004-04:002008-07-29T18:44:36.065-04:00

Sierrah first made her own bread. Not just made bread which isn't an easy thing to do anyways, but she made her bread. From scratch without a recipe. She just put a bunch of things in the food processor and is now letting it raise. She made up a freaking bread yesterday, ewwww.Then she takes 1 part rice, 2 parts beans, and 4 parts sour cream and mixes it together. Rice, beans and sour cream, how

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-13905875621025935472008-07-29T16:27:00.004-04:002008-07-29T16:53:19.923-04:00

I'm not really doing anything. I should try writing something or something. (Sorry, Maya, there were a bunch of people like that were I went, like everyone, but they were too scared to tell me.) I'm... listening to REM, and kinda hoping that I can stay at some one's house because if I can't go over any ones then I would just stay at the library until the next morning when one of my parents

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-38910866322689909252008-07-28T11:09:00.002-04:002008-07-28T11:24:26.122-04:00

So today I'm going to the beach (again)no biggie whatever, right? No my father is taken me to the beach, me meaning just me, apparently he's going to take us all out separately, and I'm first. Ug. And I hope that whole drama with my father is either forgotten about or only for the one day, or else I'm like calling social services or something. It should be unlawful for a highschooler (going into

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-3835294398018775602008-07-25T08:09:00.003-04:002008-07-25T08:16:30.361-04:00

Ug, I’m already having stupid high school dreams, and I like never dream.So I’m helping this girl find her class because I knew where all classes were. But when I get there I open the door to the class, and the people are huge. I asked the teacher what room is was, and it was the right room, but the wrong class. The giant people in the room just kinda stared at me. (The were the people of AP cal)

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-76913343234140588622008-07-24T20:29:00.002-04:002008-07-24T20:52:21.612-04:00

I'm exhausted, absolutely exhausted. I need to write on my story, but I'm to tired. This morning when I woke up a pretended to be awake, and then I went back to sleep. It's weird because I'm seeing things different, I can't explain it right. Its happened before, it happens often, but that's not the point. Ug I'm tired. The youngest mom was a 5-year-old girl from Peru, and the youngest grandmother

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-85628288947994754282008-07-21T05:50:00.005-04:002008-07-21T12:20:08.461-04:00

So it won't let me edit that last post, so this really isn't another post it's just an edit.I don't think I mentioned that the stupid keyboard thing got stuck again. (If Shanti's on the computer, and you tell her to get off, things break) but then I somehow fixed it all by myself which is pretty miraculous, and I decided I'd take New Moon to the beach, and so I don't really care about today

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-69290826130649543242008-07-21T04:57:00.002-04:002008-07-21T05:17:26.343-04:00

So I wake up massively early again and since I wasn't allowed on the computer yesterday it's all fucked up. It took 40mins. (46 actually) to get the computer off Shanit's side, and that was by unplugging the whole thing, and of course that took forever. So then after it finally loads the internet doesn't work, which I restarted during the whole logging off thing so that it would work. So then I

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-51613940837433614412008-07-15T10:26:00.005-04:002008-07-15T10:45:09.060-04:00

Ug, so right now I’m waiting on the bed next to my mother, (by sharing a room that also means bed.) and she’s all like tying to sleep. And I just want to go on the computer, but nooo. Crap I’ve just gotten a headache, and she snores, so it very well have been the truth when I said I’d stay up all night reading. (There are lots of books here.) Ug, I wish I could have just gone on the computer, if

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-24450598342457746662008-07-14T17:50:00.002-04:002008-07-14T18:08:27.889-04:00

So I'm in Florida. We're staying with our (great) aunt Nancy and our (great) uncle Dick. I never knew that I had really, really smart relatives. My aunt Nancy has this huge vocabulary, and I have this thing that has SAT words on it, and she knew just about every one. My uncle Dick has written like 3 (or something) books on statistics. He also like created the AP Stat class, how smart is that my

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-90792932285494926222008-07-13T13:01:00.003-04:002008-07-13T13:27:49.742-04:00

My mum made me juice all these grapefruit, there were like eleven of them. And they had more seeds then like any other grapefruit in all of the world. These grapefruit were just a little bit bigger then your typical one, but millions of seeds. They were like you know turning, but wow, lots of seeds. I didn't count all of them but there were like 78 seeds in one, not kidding. (like 78 meaning I

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-69153235145743499202008-07-12T22:13:00.000-04:002008-07-13T07:40:05.054-04:00

So I'm back... My internet isn't the best at all, especially after that apple, my computer is like the biggest slug uhggggg...I just like get the screen to come up then the internet dies and I just write it in there, or I write it in work and then send it. It's delusively hot here, the a/c isn't on. And now I have to go to freaking bed, and it's only freaking 10:30 WTF. I guess I do this tomorrow

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-52887023058967174312008-07-11T23:32:00.000-04:002008-07-11T23:41:15.745-04:00

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-3206076164244994622008-07-11T04:39:00.000-04:002008-07-11T04:59:47.013-04:00

So I get up at 3 in the morning, now it’s not three now because I had to watch a little Friends and then the internet wasn’t working, but that wasn’t the point. The point is I got up at three.I don’t exactly want to get in trouble, because no one is out here, so math means that Gary is either in his office sleeping, in his office not sleeping. Or he’s in his actual bed, actually sleeping, but I

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-42460344909906257922008-07-10T17:47:00.000-04:002008-07-10T19:39:00.017-04:00

I wanna put some random quotes too.My leg keeps cramping up so that sucks. And um I want to write but it's so distracting because there's all the angry, and then there's the harry potter tape that no one but me is trying to block out/listening to, and people are talking and I just want to be here with my music. Then I could freaking focus, but nooooo. Ug I feel like (the first time I mistyped and

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-53223257644251183072008-07-10T06:04:00.000-04:002008-07-10T17:57:04.942-04:00

How come every time I want to blog I have to ohkayy the stupid adult content thing, I mean I know that I put adult content on it, because I'm the one who freaking wrote it. I was also the one to flag it as adult content, so I don't know what their problem is. Just a little ranting, don't I do enough of it.(I was going to put something else here, but this movie I'm watching gets like first talk

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-66850423208777388332008-07-09T16:52:00.000-04:002008-07-09T18:04:05.310-04:00

Yeah so earlier today I was completely obsessed with John Doe, hence the pictures. But I'm not so much now, probably because that story megasucks. And it starts out all medical, but I don't want it being about medical things. Sometimes you gotta wish things didn't write themselves.Shanti found my John Doe page ^ and thinks it's weird, but then it is pretty weird, normal people don't write John

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-70015792207709218032008-07-09T06:28:00.001-04:002008-07-09T06:59:07.183-04:00

So it turns out that there was not so much John Doe in me after all, only two pages last night. But one page it you put it all on the same page. I would have written more but my stupid hand that hasn't written anything real since 7th grade PACT, or no, essays to get into Magnet so it's so out of practice. Which sucks and I have to do something about that. I should really write more now, but I'm

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-21032570560981358592008-07-08T22:10:00.001-04:002008-07-08T22:21:38.104-04:00

If I don't figure out this John Doe thing I'm going to go insane, more then I already am anyways, which is pretty bad. I wish I would implode because that sounds so much cooler but really I'd explode because the pressure is building in my brain, and high pressure moved to low pressure so I would explode, like a fish in the wrong type of water or a sub who went to deep. I mean I'm going to go

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-85088048845458229812008-07-08T20:54:00.000-04:002008-07-08T21:13:51.550-04:00

I'm not really sure why I'm doing this as I don't have anything more to say, but does that matter so much, really?So I'm at my house, my sisters/father are playing yahtzee and I got out of it by doing the dishes when they started playing, but now my sisters are off some where and I don't care so much. I should probably write something... oh I know. I was on my parents bed and I kinda fell off and

Nondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543236185557743015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548350378457111601.post-8086428445130024322008-07-08T16:03:00.000-04:002008-07-08T16:09:05.908-04:00

I don't usally make blogs (for a good reason) but I guess I can put something here because I can. I can only think of one person who might read it but that's not really the point now is it. So if/when I feel like putting stuff here I will. And when I probably never ever use it I might make like a thing where I have to do it like ever week or some crap.People are all angry at my house like always

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