Entry 36, May Who cares.

Honestly, I refuse to "respond" how you want me to. This is honestly a bunch of shit. That is mutilation. It is playing God and stupid. To change the way one looks by having surgery is a bunch of fucking shit.

If the kid was in an accident that ripped her face off, then it would make more sense, but you have this girl getting new ears because she is getting bullied. Yeah, good fucking reason to change your body. My beliefs do not agree with this at all. The only time I would ever allow my kids to get this if they had their skin ripped away in an accident like I stated before. That is what plastic surgery should be for. If you don't like the way your child looks and if he/she isn't good enough for you, then you should be having kids. Shitty parenting if you ask me.

We as humans shouldn't be playing God.

entry 34 apparently

Warning. This will be a very inappropriate blog due to how fricken pissed off I am.

These fucking laptops suck. More spacifically Safari sucks. I am really sick and tired of having ot fucking wait 5 minutes for just one damn website to load. WE HAVE ONLY FIVE MINUTES TO TYPE A DAMN ENTRY!!

Next time I fucking bring up the fucking page I might celebrate my damn 20th birthday by the time it's done. Fuck this.

Tyler's music is really loud.

I should do that. Just blare music to get my mind in a place where I don't have sit and wait for this shit to load. I hate Safari, I really hate these MacBooks.

One more minute. I'm sick of never being able to type a lot because I have to sit and wait for it to load. I miss when we had journals. When we could actually write instead of typing. It would be so much more fucking easier.

Make up post

Safari sucks. It is the worst browser that I have ever worked with. It is so friggen retarded. It is so slow. I hate it. It makes me want to run out into the streets and find a baby and punch it in the face. With another baby's fist. So I will find two babies. Then I'll go punch a kitten in the face. Cause I'm mad at this stupid browser I have turned into a monster. GAARR!! But I have to use safari to blog so I don't have to switch emails five hundred thousand million times. Yes, that is to a real number!

Taylor is in the room. Look at that. Surprise!!

Now it is saying that "Safari cannot contact blogger. Saving and Publishing may fail. Retry.."

This stuff is stupid. Really stupid. I hate you safari. DAAAMMNN YOU BILL GAATES!!!

(even though he has nothing to do with the fact that apple sucks it is his fault)

Entry who knows, march 30th

Blogging, blogging, blogging.

Just keep up with your blogging.

RAW HIDE!!

"Hey, check out my new dog"

"Oh, look, there's no dog there"

"OOOHHHHH!!!"

"There is something on your face" *PUNCH* "It was paaaiiin!!"

*Random person runs up and starts punching a bowl*

"Oh my God, what are you doing!? You monster! AAHHH!"

"I AM PUNCHING YOUR SALAD"

"Die potato"

"NOOOOOO!!"

"I like trains"

"What? NOO!"

*Train hits person*

"Screw gravity!"

*Man flies into the air*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oY6tCnu-1Do

Entry 32 March 24th

Alright. I'm not sure what to type about.

I honestly can't think of anything. I've been having a really crappy week. I have been getting all of my homework done though. Which is a change for me. I have been slaking all year and now I am getting stuff together. There are a bunch of side stories that go along with all of that. I don't really want to talk about it though. Forget that.

I'm in a really angery mood I guess. A lot of people here have pissed me off and they don't know who they are and that is how it will stay. Until I snap and scream at them that is.

I'm really sick of all of these peoples crap. They can't think about anything else other then themselves and it is really getting to the point of me wanting to move away. Start over new with new people. No more of this woe is me bull crap. I'm almost 18 anyways. That might be what I'll do. Just leave. Yeah, people will miss me, while there will only be a few who I will miss and visit frequently. They know who they are. Those that think they know that they are the ones are most likely wrong.

People = Crap.

Maybe I'll just move to the mountains.

entry 31

You want a story with a bunch of words that have sexual meaning? What the heck are you thinking Strand? With this class? Kubik's mind is probably in it's happy place thinking about about his many concubines that he can contact.

Now I have to wonder if you are getting all galvanized by what we are writing. I am frightened.

Please tell me that you won't be on your counterpane when reading our blogs.

.... Cody Sheen....

Anyways. Back to me praying to God that you aren't getting a sense of euphoria while reading.

You just read this, and you are 'sad'. Riiiiight. I highly doubt that you are 'sad'. I bet you are deeply aroused by these sentences.

Enjoy what we typed :)

entry 30

There was a trial that lead to a passing stream, that lead into a river. That was what I was going to do with the bodies. It was so perfect. Everyone will think that they fell into the water was washed away. I would have to control myself. I can't just be dumping a body every night. I may be insane, but I'm not stupid. This town was my new home, and I was its dark angel.

I threw the boy into the water and watched as he bobbed downstream. I smiled at the sight. If there was a hell for me, well, fill in the blanks.

I closed my eyes and with a full belly, sat back against an old oak tree. An old memory came to me just then. One from a long time ago.

~~~~~~~

The breeze was softly blowing through my hair. I held a kite in my hand and was watching it's tail wave in the wind. It was over casted enough for me to enjoy the day weather. I was in a park and there were families all around, having a picnic, children playing tag.

A hand fell apon my shoulder, "Brilliant weather," a man said with a heavy british accent.

"Very much so father," I smiled. I was happy. I had no right to not be happy. I had everything that I could ever want. A family.

"Vincent, there is something that we must discuss. Pull down your kite for a moment and join me at the old oak," My father, my creator said to me warmly.

Something in his voice was off. He wasn't his normal cheery self. And he did look really pale. No pun intended.

I was already following my father with the kite slowly descending as I wrapped up the string. I stepped through the cool grass, the warm wind was creating a peaceful atmosphere. This was my life and it was complete. It has been this way for the past one hundred years.

I joined my fathers side at the oak tree while he was staring off into the horizon. I didn't want to disrupt his thoughts so I kept to myself. I followed the grooves of the bark in the tree waiting for him to speak.

"I'm afraid that I am going to have to take my leave from you," He said calmly, not movin his eyes from the sky.

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Shocked even

"You will have to carry on without me. There is a place that I must go," his voice grew quiet, almost unaudible.

"Take me with you," I plead.

He shook his head and took a deep breath. He turned to face me now, his eyes were red and damp with moisture. I was comforted that he was hurting, as terrible as that sounds, I was glad that he wasn't doing it by choice.

"You are my son, Vincent. You will understand when the time comes upon you," He turned away and sped off towards the city. Faster than I have ever seen him run before, and he was gone.

entry 29 (the brighter side of suffering)

Drake had finally gotten me out of my room to convince me to go out with him tonight. That probaly sounds really awkward but his meaning of going out means he's gunna try to get me laid. He makes me wish I never had met him sometimes, but I do agree that I needed some fresh air. I took a double take in the mirror to make sure that I looked good and once pleased, I took it all off and grabbed a new set of clothes.

I tended to be a bit of a girl when it came to my appearance. I couldn't help it. I liked looking good. It made me feel great about myself and I usually caught the eye of some passerbyers.

I threw on a tight fitted black v-neck shirt, next I pulled up my pair of boot cut jeans with a tear in the left knee. I slipped my feet into my black skater shoes and walked away from the mirror before I changed my mind and made my way toward the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror in there and realized how stupid that decision was. I shook my head and started brushing my long brown hair into straightened perfection. I drew a small black line under my eye with my eye liner and smiled. I need a life.

Drake walked in and started taking a pee oblivious to the fact that I was in the room.

"Do you mind?" I said in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Nope," he said with out missing a beat.

I shook my head and turned to leave.

"Hey Nathan," I turned around slowly in response, "You remember what it feels like to pee after sex? It amazing isn't it?" He said with a smile.

I turned on my heel and started walking toward the car as fast as I could carry myself. On the way a saw one of his 'friends' limp to the couch. Somehting needs to be done about him. Am I the only one who notices what he's becoming. Maybe I should talk to him, but then again he does seem to be happy. Kind of.

I unlocked my car and waited for his arrival. I put in a CD while I waited. If there was anyone in this house that was more particular with their appearance then me, it was Drake. That was really sad, I'm the one that takes thirty minute showers and another thirty minutes working on my hair. I liked being clean and looking like a supa star.

I tapped my fingers to the beat of the song as Drake came to the car. His girl of the day came out and they embraced before she got into her car and took off. Drake entered the car and we went on our way. The destination was unknown.

"Damnit Nathan! Turn left not right," He was getting really annoyed with me.

"Use fricken general direcitons. For left, say 'Nathan turn', for right say 'Drake turn' How many times do we have to through this?" I said back with a chuckle. This is why I had to wait till I was eighteen to get my licence. I fail at directions.

He groaned and started pointing instead of talking.

entry 28

Is reading fiction a waste of time? Why or why not? Explain your answer using specific reasons and examples to support your position.

As young adults we need to read fiction. At really young ages, we need to build up our creativity. Now a days, you see toys that take away from the child's imagination. Our creativity is something that no mater what we will be doing in life, is something that we all need.

You have the Fine Arts, that rely on creativity, and reading these types of books while we are in elementary school. Reading books like that help us paint pictures of far away galaxies. Our imaginations can only do so much without a push. We all can't be a Picasso, and thats why we need fictional books.

And music, something that can express any human emotion. Although non-ficiton can portray human emotion just as well as any fictional book, take a look at this. How can you capture the feeling of being held hostage by rouge aliens on some strange planet with sun belt instead a fire ball of gas.

entry 27

You ask if people are discriminated by their accents or languages. That is a very stupid question. Of course people are discriminated by it. You are an idiot if you think other wise. Take the U.S. for example, we have a butt ton of different cultures and all that jazz, but when you think about it, we discriminate everyone who doesn't speak English. The Mexican immigrants are discriminated because they cannot speak our language. The same goes for every other culture. The Japanese immigrants who can't speak our language are treated the same way. If we were to go to an African culture that speaks the click language, we ourselves would be discriminated because we can't speak the home land language.

Now onto the accents. Back to the U.S., those who live in the middle of the country don't tend to have a definite accent, but if you travel south, you find people who use English slang such as 'warsh' or 'not no how'. We discriminate these people as not smart and idiots.

In the cities like Chicago, we tend to base their accents with rough people or criminals. A lot of this deals with the history of the places that you go though. Like the Great Depression affected some southern families and they weren't able to teach their young, and the mafia affected Chicago.

We as humans are judgmental and it's sickening, but my reasons for that don't comply to our subject and I don't feel like ranting about my views on our failing race.

entry 25, feb 8th

This is an excerpt from my story Warmness on the soul

The whole way there she was blabbing about how stuff works. What I will be doing. This and that. The only thing I had gotten out of it was a headache.

When we reached that dreaded motel, I ditched my car and bolted for my room. I wanted away from that crazy lady. I shut the door and locked it. I even put a chair against the door handle. I didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. It was all hell.

I plopped down on my bed and clung to my sides. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now. I really haven’t eaten in a while. I didn’t plan on going back out their either. Not with her out there. Waiting for me like a lion stalks its pray. I could wait a few more hours till the sun had set to go out and find a fast food joint or something. I had about fifty dollars with me and I know no matter how long I make it last, it’ll never be enough to support me for all my needs.

I began to wonder why she was all obsessed with me. It was so weird, it didn’t make sense at all. I’m clearly the opposite of her. She likes to talk obviously and I’m the sit in the corner type.

I crawled out of bed and searched my bag for something to eat. I really didn’t want to risk going back out side. Not with her there out there. I know she’s watching my door handle. The moment I twist the damn thing she’s going to be there.

I sighed at my failed attempt. I looked out the window debating on if I could make it or not.

I slowly opened the door and crept out onto the door mat. I looked both ways and talked to my car. I made it and was able to drive off with out alerting anyone. I half expect sirens to go off when I drove out of the drive way. Isn’t that just sad?

I made my way to a fast food joint. I just needed something to get me through the night until I went back to hell in the morning. I had thought that this job would’ve been a good idea. I was wrong. I was so so so terribly wrong.

I pulled away and made my way back to the motel. I was doing way to much driving. That’s all it seems that I am doing but what do you expect? I’m nearly homeless, I’m being stalked, and I’m board out of my mind.

entry 24th january 17

Well I don't know what to type about

Lalaalalal

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If you're mother was a hamster, what would your father smell like?

If tomatoes are technically a fruit, wouldn't V-8 be a type of smoothie?

Entry 23. January 25th

This is a not a random entry, I promise

Well, todays ITINERARY is that we travel over the river and through the woods, and beat away the big bad wolf so that grannie can actually move into the city. Mainly because every time I go and see her, that damn wolf is always in her clothes. Talk about a drag dog (hahaha). Also my grannie is PHLEGMATIC so she can hardly defend herself against that monster. She is just way to slow, and old aged. It doesn't help that when I do show up and the stupid thing is in her bed we always have a ALTERCATION and fight and fight and fight. It does get rather old. Maybe I should just through grannies old wrinkly bum into a nursing home. I am rather sick of having to THWART the wolf's plans all the time. All he does is fricken try to steal the food that I bring for grannie. I honestly don't know why he likes it, all it is just mushed up peas and pills. That is so not what I would want for my supper. Unless the wolf is going into a grannie like stage POSTHUMOUS to his current self.

Well, off I go. I'm just going to bring the twelve gage. For the wolf of corse...

entry 21 january something

I'm mainly listening to everyone talking and stuff. So, my blog is within the verbal conversation that the class is having. I'm not really interested in this discussion (they whole typing it in anyways). I'd so much rather talk about this stuff and hear everyone else's views and such. That's all I really have to say.

Well since we still have time, the main character in Zombie Land was pretty cute. In the nerd sort of way. His little fro dealio that he had was working for him.

Then there's singers like Oliver Sykes whom is more in my style of appearance who I think is really good looking.

Female actors are always coveted of how they look, it seems unfair to me that everyone always is all drool faced when they talk about them, I can say that a female is good looking without getting a boner *cough cough* LUCAS! *cough cough*.

Johnny Depp is fricken gorgeous by the way. I'd pull a Lucas over him. :3

entry 20, january 4th and stuff

The ideal male in my opinion absolutely has to have sex god. Stunning features, a striking pose, broad shoulders, and a nice firm butt.

I'm kidding..

The features of the male really shouldn't matter. What does matter however is what he does in this society. Is he an honest man who does something with his life? Does he support his family if he has one? If not, he isn't my cup of tea. The same goes to women. To me, it's all about what they do and not really how they appear. The appearance is just skin deep anyways. If they life honest lives and not screw it up by committing acts of crime, then they should be considered ideal. They would pose as good role models for the next generation.

Thats all I really have to say about this subject. I don't have the brain power to think of anything else.