Hey! Ugh, Millie and her cult were on the bus which sucked. She is so loud! And Parkie thinks we can't hear the snide comments he makes about us. Right, WE ARE NOT DEAF. Anyways, I am so stressed today because I have a Civics midterm tomorrow, a math test, and another Civics test Thursday along with an essay. FREAKING OUT. I wanted to also brag about the best country EVER (Germany). They are so smart. They're hardly being affect by the economic crisis because a)people normally rent houses there. Most people don't own houses. No foreclosures. b)people use euros more then they do credit cards. No owed money. c)they're so much cooler. d) some other fourth thing. And now (Da da da daaaa) another excerpt.
I felt a hand against my back, then reaching into the pocket of my jeans. My knife was pulled out.
“You, don’t move!” The officer yelled, directing his gun on Bill now. He was half-hidden behind me.
“Sorry,” Bill muttered. I gripped my gun tighter.
Bomb time?
Sure. Face it, we had no choice. Stuck on a speeding, out of control train, guns pointed at our heads, I’d say we were screwed.
Shit, they’re not here. Crap, now we were going to die. Goodbye cruel world!
I so wish.
I just wrote that. Not even a word more. Yeah, it's short.
Hallo! Well, I must say that the bus today was awesomely fun because Millie and her stalkers weren't there! And Michael decided not to sit in the back without his beloved cult leader. Mwahaha! I could get used to that.... Anyways, gah, why did my civics and science teacher suddenly decide to make us create quizzes?! I have internet all day today, so I'm not going to get anything done. Ooh, look out the window! My brother and his friend's four girlfriends! They annoy me.... And I'm really hungry....
Bla! Since I'm not going to write a whole lot more of this post, I'll take up space with another exerpt, this one from wayyyyy farther back.
“What if there’s a bear?” Indigo fretted.
“Or a snake that eats Tom’s hat?!” Bill joked.
“Or dirt that will get all in Bill’s hair and he’ll have a freak attack?!” Tom said dryly.
“Or maybe the dirt will get all over his clothes instead!” I added sarcastically.
“Well then it’ll happen to you too!” Bill pointed out. I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Who wants to go first?” I asked, eyeing the dark cave suspiciously.
“I vote Tom!” Bill shoved his brother towards the cave, but Tom grabbed Bill’s wrist and they tumbled down the hill, into the cave. A shriek echoed in the woods and I took off down the hill as fast as I could.
“Is everyone OK?!” I whisper-screamed into the cave.
“No. Bill is hyperventilating. He touched dirt!”
“Eff off Tom!” I heard Bill say, “I hit something. And it’s moving!” He started shrieking again, joined by Tom.
“Shut up!” I said in a louder voice. Then the twins came sprinting out of the cave.
“Rat! Rat!” Tom screamed. “It’s gonna eat me!”Bill flopped down on the hill and took deep breaths. Tom ran past him, and Bill stuck his leg out and tripped him.
Maybe you've noticed, or maybe not, but there are two twin boys named Bill and Tom. These are not the Bill and Tom Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel. I was on vacation and needed two twin boys names and these were the best for the characters. They are different people and I will be changing the names later on. OK.
THIS IS THE FIFTH F*CKING TIME IV’E HAD TO WRITE THIS POST BECAUSE FIREFOX KEEPS SHUTTING OFF. OK, so HOPEFULLY I'll be going to the Tokio Hotel Concert!!!!!! And I owe Brenda my life if her mom can take me. At this point, it depends on that and my parents actually BUYING THE TICKET before they sell out. We've already had to change our plans 'cause New York sold out. So we're going to Philly. Philly's not that interesting, I think. Then again, the only places I ever went to were the hotel and the Airport. But whatever. SO I GET TO SEE MY PRECIOUS BILL IN CONCERT!!!!!!!! <33333333
“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. “Run,” I said to my friends as I took off. My feet pounded heavily on the pavement, and I focused on keeping pace. The men in suits started running too, but I had more reason to run then they ever would. The three on the other side of the street ran through traffic, getting to our side, not more than five yards behind us. Veering sharply, I darted through traffic, almost being hit by cars. We ran in the middle of the road, in the cars speeding past us while honking and cussing us out. Oh well, that is so not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. Shouts came from behind, and I allowed myself a quick look back as one of the men was hit by a car. It was going slowly, so all it did was knock him to the ground. Without a word, he sprang up and continued after us. Flashing lights and a siren came from behind us, and I did not think happy thoughts. I ducked and almost fell on the black pavement when a bullet rocketed past my ear, shattering the glass on the window of a car. Shit, who was shooting?! A door on one side of the road was labeled “Metro Personnel Only”. Jumping onto the hood of a stopped car, I jumped off onto the sidewalk. Trying the door, I found it was locked. I kicked out at it, my patience wearing thin, and it flew open with a crash.
Hey people! Wanted to say that Tokio Hotel is having another US tour and this time it's mostly along the east coast! Mwahaha take that California! They're in NY the day before Halloween! Ah! It's so cool 'cause I go to the MOST AMAZING CONCERT EVER and then it's Halloween which is the one day of the entire year that I look "normal". I'm asking my parents if I can go, and I wish with all my heart that they'll say yes. Otherwise, I'm going myself and taking Brenda, Amber, Kira, and Sarah if they can get money to go. And if Sarah can get here. But I'm so excited (understandably) and AHHHH!!!!!! I get to see BILL!!! Sorry, I'm a little delusional when it comes to him. Yeah, that's all for now.
Happy Friday everyone! It's been a long time coming, huh? Sorry, I'm way to excited. Anyways, I would like to make one comment regarding school: I hate my English teacher. No need to elaborate, but I do not like her because hate's a strong word. And English class in general. ESPECIALLY CROSSING THE WIRE THAT IS THE DUMBEST BOOK EVER! So my lovelies, I would like to thank Sarah for her wonderful insight into yesterday's blog. It was wonderful. So, us here in Virginia are freezing our axles off since its so freaking cold here. And my parents keep ALL THE WINDOWS OPEN at night, probably to make me turn into a frigiting ice cube. I would like to say that Brenda did a very lovely job of flipping of Alex Parker (who seriously deserves it; he needs an attitude adjustment and a whack in the head). Mrs. Stratton turned out to be a once-punk-rocker when she was a teenager which was like, awesome! And....yeah. So, what are everyone's plans for the weekend? I WANT TO GO TO THE MALL! Not kidding, I need a million dollars to get everything I want. Several billion including Bill Kaulitz. <333 Sorry. Anyways, I'm going to get back to cnn.com and William on TAI TV which I've been watching all day.
HI people. Today I want to know your opinions on the prezzies and vice-prezzie nominees. So post a comment about if you want McCain/Palin or Obama/Biden. I expect a long rant from SARAH. Yes, that means SARAH BANNING.
Sorry, I wanted to say something regarding Brenda's blog today. Her mom has like DAILY theories on why she dresses like she does. And especially regarding one comment: that no boys will like her if she dresses like that. First off, guys who like girls because they're hot are perverted jerks who think of women as sex symbols and mere worshipers. Ever wonder why guys rape women? Yeah, because they like to feel special and powerful. I'm getting off topic. Second, a guy should like you because of who you are and not how you dress. TRUE LOVE, people, you ever hear of it? Not caring what someone dresses like, or looks like, love just IS. It's not something you ignore. Third, maybe a guy DOES like when a girl dresses the way we do. Who knows? Certainly not Brenda's mom. Anyways, I just had to comment on that.
Hello my darlings. I'm doing a short blog today. First, STOP WITH THE PHYSICAL VIOLENCE! People are kicking me, hitting me with notebooks, and throwing things at me in the halls. WHAT THE HECK?! I dont even know them! Zweit, Konnen Sie mir bitte helfen? Ich habe Hunger. Third, I have no idea. :) I'm bored. Bye.
Hallo, guten tag! First, I would like to thank Brenda who ACTUALLY READS MY UPDATES AND COMMENTS ON THEM (sometimes). Hope that didn't make anyone feel bad. :) Just kidding. Anyways, I guess I had a pretty good day at school. The first five minutes were the best. And no, not because I didn't have to actually think. Because I got to slap, cuss at, and flick off Alex Pham. Who? Alex pham is the person I hate the most in the world, probably tied with Millie even. So that made me smile. I'm pretty sure our Time To Soar teacher hates us (Time To Soar is like free period for people not residing in Fairfax County). I swear to God that someone in my TTS class is going to kill her. Seriously, we are ALL going to fail classes because of her. She doesn't let us go anywhere with out a pass from the teacher we're going to, even when NO OTHER teacher does that, and the teachers we're supposed to go to don't write passes, just say to tell the TTS teacher to let us go. People have their grades on the line. Like, people can get C's in a class if they don't finish a project/assignment in TTS. I want to make a petition to make that non-mandatory so we can actually get CLASS WORK done. Free period is being able to go see teachers, not sitting at assingned desks, perfectly quiet, while the teacher yells at us for over half the time. THAT IS NOT FREE PERIOD. And, in chorus, we are singing a song about a train (SO STUPID!) thats boring and way too high for me (I can sing most of the bass part, but not a "B"). So, today I turned in that STUPID FLYING ENGLISH PROJECT, that I was up until like 10:45 doing, and I feel like a figurative weight has been lifted off my shoulders. :) Lastly, my dad has this Marine Corps christmas magazine we got in the mail. Pretty hamless, right? Wrong. They sell like two pages of knives, pistols, assult rifle cases, shoulder holsters, leg holsters, et cetera. The front of it has semi-automatic assult rifles (Don't ask how I know what they are, I have no idea) arranged in a cone-like position with christmas lights around them. Like a demented Christmas tree! YES, FOR CHRISTMAS, LET'S BLOW EACHOTHER UP! Great idea! (Just kidding, no one mention I said that to Amber)
Hey people! So today was Monday, which sucked as usual. Blablabla, class after class, then it was over.
MILLIE SECTION-We texted Millie on the bus, but she had Allie's phone and was sitting about, ah, a foot and a hlaf away from me. Ya see, we don't talk. Or text using our own phones. So I used mine and she used Allie's. Also, this morning she said loudly "I hate Tokio Hotel, they suck!" which, understandably, made me feel happy. Ugh, i don't know why I'm giving her her own section.
Now, I think it's time to say more about myself (Like you haven't already died from reading this). This is what i shall call The Hopes And Dreams Rant. Yeah, it has to be bold. What I really want to do is sing; it's something I've wanted to do since second grade, although I don't think anyone actually knows this, although Makayla might remember, but I doubt it. But, in terms of short-term goals, I want to be published; with my not-so-short story. I love to write, it's one of my best friends. And I don't write only stories. Poems, songs, random little notes about what I've named a squirrel are among the other things I write. Something I want to help achieve that would affect everyone is to try to help people become more accepting of people who are different. Ya, all are created equal, discrimination is illegal, blablabla, CUT THE CRAP PEOPLE. I know being judged by what you look like. For one, I have blonde hair and blue eyes and I'm German. I've been called a Nazi many times. All I want to do to people who've said that to me is flick them off. Seriously. Also, I'm one of those cool people who is stereotypically labeled as "emo" or "goth". I HAVE HAD RANDOM PEOPLE I DONT EVEN KNOW COME UP TO ME AND CALL ME EMO. I DO NOT CUT MYSELF, I CRY WHEN I GET A PAPERCUT FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! SO SERIOUSLY PEOPLE, LEAVE ME ALONE!And the fact I am blonde and "goth" makes more people judge me because I'm supposed to be all slutty and preppy. Really, that's the blonde stereotype. Which is why I'm going to dye my hair black.
Anyways, I needed to rant a little. Auf wiedersechen, meine freunde.
I scream into the night for you Don't make it true Don't jump The lights will not guide you through They're deceiving you Don't jump ~~~ 'Cause if you jump I will jump too We will fall together From the building's ledge Never looking back at what we've done We'll say it was love 'Cause I would die for you On skyway avenue So what's left to prove We have made it through ~~~ Everybody sing like it's the last song You will ever sing Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now? Everybody live like it's the last day You will ever see Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now? ~~~ I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever I'll be there for you through it all Even if saving you sends me into heaven ~~~ And if our final day has come Let's pretend to carry on And if the end has now begun Live on Live on ~~~ I am unraveling unbearably empty And if this ground gives way I just hope that you’ll catch me. You came and saved me tonight Defending all my life Whoa, now I’m content with my breath 'cause I’m alive ~~~ Ich höre wenn du leise schreist Spüre jeden Atemzug von dir Und auch wenn das Schicksal uns zerreißt Egal was danach kommt Das teilen wir ~~~ Standing on the rooftops Waiting till the bombs drop This is all we got now Scream until your heart stops Never gonna regret Watching every sunset Listen to your heartbeat All the love that we found ~~~ “Shut up. Quit shouting like you’re king of the friggin world. You’re making my ears bleed, you bastard. Now I’ve got some common sense for you. If I wore a tie, it wouldn’t change who I am. If I had no piercings it wouldn’t mean I’m nice. And if my hair was black, it wouldn’t stop me from kicking your ass.” – Haru
I am an unpublished novelist, aspiring musician, and artist. You can find excerpts from my completed or incompleted work in some of my posts, but I only post them once in a while; I'll be creating a photobucket account with my artwork as soon as I get around to it. You may be able to find some of my photography and art on my blog if you look hard enough.
If you want to know more about me, look at my blog. If you don't, then go cure the common cold or something equally useful.
