Me.

Here's a blog all about me, because it' been requested multiple times. Not that anyone cares. XP

• I like food.
• I also like teas. I hate tea with honey in it. I don't understand why people put honey in their tea.
• I have a thing for yaoi. Straight stuff is boring.
• I bore easily.
• I don't like meeting new people.
• I'm claustrophobic and xenophobic. (look them up in a dictionary)
• I'm moody and like to brood. (to loom or hang heavily and ominously)
• I scare people. I don't mean to. But I scare people. Especially guys.
• I like dogs and pigs and cats and anything with four legs and fur and breathing.
• I'm not a people's person.
• I do ENJOY being disagreeable and unhappy. People don't get that.
• I like to fight with people. (not just verbally. Like, actually punching people in the mouth)
• I swear I was meant to be a boy
• I like guns and knives. I cut myself with a steak knife to the calf on accident. It hurt.
• I like to swim.
• I'm a Christian by blood, but half and atheist by choice.
• I like freaking people out by saying random stuff.
• I like to write. A lot.
• I like vampires and crap like that.
• I'm so paranoid it's not even funny.
• I'm horrible at carrying conversations.
• People don't like me very much.
• I hate it when people try to change because their boyfriend or something doesn't like something about them. I'm not going to change, so don't even try me.
• My favorite colors are blues, purples, and blacks.
• I like hawks and eagles, and that's about it.
• I like video games.
• Mud wrestling=fun
• I'm not popular.
• I'm not that funny. People say that I'm funny, but I'm not.
• I like to get hit in the shoulders. I like it better when people hurt themselves trying to do it.
• I don't cry a lot.
• People piss me off easily.
• I like making nick-names for people, whether it be nice or not nice. Don't care.
• I'm a sucker for guys who're soft and fuzzy and round.
• I like anime.
• I freaking hate answering questions.
• Emo music is pretty much the only type I like.
• People giving me titles (emo, indie, goth, sporty) pisses me off.
• I hate people who try to be cool.
• I cuss a lot. I also say shizzle a lot.
• I hate seeing people cry. It pisses me off.
• I hate dodgeball.

That's all you really need to know about me,

Sorry

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been kind of busy (worst excuse ever!). Anyway, I've been typing Lostsoul and my story about random people so...yead. Damn, this was short.

Oh My God; Aaron's Asleep!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD; AARON'S ASLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!! HE ALWAYS SEEMS SO PERKY; I'VE NEVER SEEN HIM EVEN SIT STILL!!!!!!!!

Aaron's Picture (along with Dana)

This is Aaron, my silly youth pastor, (on the left) and my sister Dana with corn (on the right). Ah, beautiful Porto Rico. I didn't get to go, but that's pretty okay with me. Aaron. Is. Freaking. The. Greatest. Guy. I've. Ever. Met.

My friends are the meaning of oddball.

Izzy:
Victoria, nicknamed Izzy, has been my friend for a couple months now, a little before I started doing health instead of gym, which was a little past the middle mark of the school year. There's nothing too oddballish about her, actually. But I wanted to include her in the post she she wouldn't be left out. She's sort of offended easily that way.

Lemur:
Molly-known more spesifically known as Lemur, even though I only know one Molly...ever- isn't too much of an oddball either. But she licks her violin and calls me 'big brother'. Gotta love girl who loves licking synthisized wood and has gender issuse. Me loves her anyway me's splits it.

Kirame:
Kirame-who is the only Ashley I know of knowing of- isn't too much of an oddball either. I actually don't know a lot about her. I'm just spazzing and putting her in a blog, because I haven't done so since her birthday. I'm bad like that.

Connor Allen:
Connor has no nickname. But he's a spaz all the same. He loads up with about four pounds of sugar each day at lunch and works it all off in the two hours and twenty minutes that we have remaining in school. Thank God I don't have any classes with him, or I'd be dead. Litterally. I'm not kidding.

Clint:
Clint isn't an oddball. He's very nice actually. But he's my boyfriend...I better start a post about him later.

Chibi:
Emma-also known as Chibi- is a lot of fun to be around. She's kind of spazzy, and when we had our confermation picture at the soup kitchen was her leaning in from the side and sticking her tongue out, cross-eyed. It was wild. I love Chibi. A lot. :D

Aaron:
Aaron is my youth pastor. You wouldn't think he was very cool, but he's actually a prety nice guy. Can't complain about him...he's kind of scary though. He's tall and looks like a mountian man. Tee hee...I hope Aaron never reads this. If he is...HI AARON!!


I'm totally done with this.

47 years

You know in 47 years, I'll look back at this while I'm typing my sixteenth novel and be like 'What the hell was I thinking back then?'

Aaraon's Mistake.

As I might've said earier, Aaron is the (often caffinated) Youth Pastor in our church, about twenty sub years old (mid-twenties).

During the church, Aaron sits in the back of the santuary and works the Visual Worship&Media Technician. It's not a 'rediculously hard job' as he puts it (I'm reading his blog so I don't forget nothing). And it's the kind of job that no one gives a second thought about, unless it's done shitilly or wrong.

It was time for a visual bible clip from a movie. Appropreatly, Aaron dimmed the thirdy-sum lights in the sancuary and lanched the clip. As I've noticed, there's always a bit of a delay before the audio can follow the visual, so all was well for a out three seconds. But after that three seconds, there was still no audio. Needless to say, the audio part of a Biblical clip in the most important.

After another seven so seconds, the congregation began to realize something was amiss. People were shifting uncomfrotably, some looking as if worried they'd gone deaf, but most looking in Aaron's genaral direction. In a nutshell, this would mean that a large santuary with a total of about 350 people in it were all staring at Aaron.

After another moment of fidgeting, Aaron said in a loud, if not somewhat unsettled voice:

"I got nothin'."

Aaron makes me so proud.

எபட.

திஸ் இஸ் ஏ ரேஅல்லி வேஇர்து போஸ்ட். இ கேன்'த பெளிஎவே தட் இ'ம் நாட் ட்டிபிங் இன் இங்கிலீஷ், வகககககாத!!

My second post in April.

My April post. The first one was just a compulsive post becuase I read a poem thing called abortion, and it's about a child who underwent abortion, an operation that keeps a woman from having a certian child or children.
Anyway, I'm typing my story, listening to breaking Benjimin and typing this. I feel like I multi-tasking quite well.
Chibi came over the otehr night. We had fun. We were shocked to find that she could no longer fit in the washer, so the game of hide-and-seek with Adam soon bacame tiresome. So Chibi and I went outside to walk and talk about our stories.

Srry this is short. I'm a little off today...

It's April now.

It's April now, Mommy.
I'm only a few inches long, but I'm growing.
You can't tell I'm a baby,
But you will soon.


I'll be born in July,
And now it's May.
Only two more months, Mommy.
I think.


It's the end of May.
But I hurt all over, Mommy.
You went to the doctor's.
What's abortion?

Hello, June!
Mommy, I'm hurt.
The doctors called it a needle.
Are we okay, Mommy?

It's the end of June.
What happened, Mommy?
I can't find you anymore.
It's all dark inside.
Are you hurt, Mommy?
No, but I am.
Jesus told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me, Mommy?

Abortion is just...
One heart that will never beat,
Two eyes that will never see,
Two hands that will never touch,
Two feet that will never walk,
One more mouth that will never speak.