New LJ - benzophenium [Friday 06/23/2006 at 03PM] I made a new LiveJournal, because my name was annoying me. I get tired of my usernames quickly. I'm readding you all as friends on my new LJ, and I would like you to do the same. http://benzophenium.livejournal.com The name, like my Deviantart, was found in a list of ingredients on a bottle of Banana Boat aloe vera gel. Except cyclopentasiloxane is in deodorant. Not aloe vera. Erased Them.

[Friday 06/23/2006 at 12PM] Kristen made a thread about me. And now I'm writing about her. Kristen, Kristen, you little slut. Oh, you make me want to cut Like Shadowed, the T-S Bitch, One person who should be ditched. Kristen, Kristen, you camera whore. You're almost as annoying as Aiden/War? You take those photos day and night, AND YOU CANNOT WRITE ALRIGHT. Kristen, Kristen, go away. I wish you'd die everyday. I wish the same for Weatherwise, Who has very ugly eyes. ... Erased Them. Want them back x 8

[Thursday 06/22/2006 at 07AM] [ mood | annoyed ] Dial-up is crap, let me tell you why. They cut a phone line in the street the other day, which made the phones freak out and die. This meant the internet was shut, too, and the computer didn't like this, so it kept trying to connect to itself or something and I just turned it off after a while. Dial-up hates MSN. Which is bad, because AIM's too lame for, like, everyone. The display quality is nonexistant. Pictures don't animate, and they're all fuzzy. Flash videos like to freeze every few seconds. So does music. The slowness - I can't even explain. It's just crap. But my parents are too cheap for DSL. Erased Them.

BECAUSE I LIKE TO POST CRAP [Saturday 06/17/2006 at 04PM] [ mood | blah ] Old intros I found in my documents. They are in chronological order. Most of them are Harry Potter. Deal. If you notice improvement, rad. Have fun. :) { This one was one of the first I'd written since the we got the new computer last July. It was way back when I first met Amy, before we were even FRIENDS. Long time. } Good God, another year. It seemed like just yesterday that Sirius Black waited by large doors of his house, eagerly awaiting that faitful letter that had invited him to Hogwarts. The most surreal 6 years of his life went by, and he was now giving his final year-long performance as the mischeivous hottie who was too clever for his own good, and nearly wooed the shirts off of the majority of the school's females with his rebellious attitude. Although it was saddening, he decided not to look at it that way. It wasn't as if it was the end of the world, that he was walking into the arms of death or anything. It was his last year, and he was going to make the best of it. Many believe the world was a playground for the infamous Marauders. 4 exceptionally different teenagers, all who happen to get along somehow and cause absolute chaos through out the castle. Remus Lupin, and his books. James Potter and his Quidditch and Potential Girlfriend. Sirius Black and his large group of personal stalkers. And Peter Pettigrew, and his...Well, he was Peter. The familiar platform was crammed with the annual crowd of parents and students waiting for their turn to step onto the Hogwart's Express. Pulling his trunk and various other luggage behind him, Sirius weaved through the people, just barely avoiding a few elbows. He made sure to be quick while entering the train, just in case any unwanted spectators (coughfamilycough) wanted to stop by and drop him a few insults. There was also the fact that the train began to shift slightly. As he entered, he felt the usual chill of several eyes staring at him. "LOOK! IT'S HIM!" Oh God, the shrill, almost screaming voice had haunted Sirius all summer. A dozen or so girls poked their heads out of their compartments, and smiled up at him. Well, he certainly couldn't run backwards, so he darted down the small corridor and nearly dived into the compartment James had saved before any of them could catch him. "WHOA I'M ON THE FLOOR!" He layed there for a minute. "I LOVE YOU, FLOOR!" He decided to shout because he could. --- { Now that I look back on this one, I realize that all of my Harry Potter girls were Mary-Sues. I'm sadly good at Sue-ing. It just comes out. } Mid-October carried in a few weeks worth of rain unto Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The term had started only a month ago, but to Linda it seemed like forever. As with anything, the first month or so goes by painfully slow. There was skill involved in surviving it, one that includes the ability to climb under, push through and even jump over people. The Gryffindor's head suited a mess of bouncy golden curls, that were basically her trademark, seeing as nobody else had them. A few second years tried one time to acheive them on their own hair, but it concluded quickly when one almost fried her ears off. Inside, her mind glowed with her strong opinions and remarks she could maybe use on somebody in the future. On a scale of 1 to 10, one being anorexic and ten being obese, she was a healthy five. Not as if she even cared how she looked. She wasn't one to be too picky about anything, for that matter. She usually just went with it, while also keeping her independence and origionality. It was hard to do that, especially when you are a 17 year old girl living in a world full of stereotypes. Speaking of which, Linda never belonged to any one of the categories of students. There was a basic web of them laid out, from Quidditch Players to Bookworms, Bullies to The OMYGOSHSIRIUSBLACKOMYGOSH Fan Club. No. She didn't belong to any of them. And, damn, was she proud. Hunched over a piece of parchment, quill in hand, was she. In the short-lived silence of the Gryffindor Common Room. She had a free period before lunch, as luck would have it. The beloved Potions homework was pretty much the only thing in her brain at the moment, and she knew if she could just finish it then and there, she wouldn't have to worry the entire weekend. Just as she finished the last sentence, the familiar lunch bell rang. She rolled up her homework and packed everything away before heading for the Great Hall. --- { Warning: Angst. I was talking to Willow while writing this, and she told me to include the word "pancake". Find it and you get a TB. Maybe two. } He sat up. Terrified expression on his face, his chest moving rising and falling unevenly with every exhausted breath. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, trying to recover from a most dreadful nightmare. What had happened replayed itself over and over in his brain with no stop button. He was considering smashing his head with one of Remus's 400 pound books, flat as a pancake. But instead, he grabbed his wand from the table beside his bed, not really knowing how it would help much. With a frustrated sigh, he threw himself back into bed, forcing himself asleep. Visions and memories floated to the surface of his mind, the pictures and sounds so painfully vivid. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted, the voice ringing throughout the Great Hall followed by a round of short-lived applause. He had seated himself at the table with many older students who welcomed him kindly. Days later, dozens of owls swooped into the huge room, dropping packages and letters to the expectant students below. One large red envelope fluttered down onto the table in front of him. He cast one of his new friends a frightened look, picking up the envelope and slowly starting to open the flap. As he feared, the envelope hopped up, and began screaming at him in a most familiar voice... "HOW COULD YOU, SIRIUS BLACK? AFTER ALL WE'VE TAUGHT YOU ABOUT HOW SUPERIOR THE BLACK FAMILY IS! YOU'VE BETRAYED US, BEING SORTED INTO SUCH A POISONED HOUSE LIKE GRYFFINDOR! DON'T EXPECT TO BE FORGIVEN! FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE YOU WILL LIVE IN SHAME! NEVER TO FOLLOW IN VOLDEMORT'S FOOTSTEPS LIKE WE HAD PLANNED! HOPEFULLY YOUR BROTHER WOULD MAKE US PROUD WHEN HE WALKS THROUGH THOSE DOORS, UNLIKE YOU! "HAVE A GOOD BLOODY TIME WITH YOUR FILTHY MUDBLOOD FRIENDS, BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER BE ACCEPTED BY ANYONE ELSE OF MUCH SUPERORITY!" The envelope ripped itself up and collapsed into a pile of ashes on the table. Sirius woke up once again, almost delighted to see light pouring into the dormitory from the windows. He heavily got out of bed and absent-mindedly pulled out a clean uniform. Realizing it was Saturday, he blinked, and replaced the uniform with more casual attire. He looked out the window, and watched as thousands of white snowflakes drifted down to the grounds outside. 'Tis the season...' he thought, going down the stairs and through the Common Room. He made his way to the festively decorated Great Hall for breakfast. The same Great Hall that changed his life forever. --- { I love this one. I usually bring it out for auditions and junk, because it's the best I've done lately. } The library was as bone-chillingly cold as the Mid-Feburary climate outside. But at least it was quiet, with nothing to distract Sirius from his work. Crouched over a slightly wrinkled piece of parchment he was, his quill hand hovering over the paper. He realized that silence was not a productive environment for him, and the absence of his friends wasn't helping in the least. He was so used to having them around, everyone working on their own projects, a buzz of conversation moving along the small group and Remus slipping in an answer here and there. But no...he was on his own today, and he certainly couldn't say that he was thrilled about it. Sirius let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, staring at the paper as if it were a puppy who refused to be house-broken. As he did so, whispers floated to his ears from a table in the corner. He didn't have to turn to guess who the culprit was. Betty and a few of her dotty friends had probably been there the entire time, watching him eagerly, perhaps waiting for him to acknowledge their presence. He had learned through experience that if he even would glance up at them with those gray eyes of his, they would shriek excitedly and nearly collapse on eachother. It made him laugh everytime. He smiled as he saw the girls stand up from the corner of his eye. The smile soon turned into a smirk as they approached him. He ran a hand through his hair. "Why...if it isn't Betty Louis and her Blonde Brigade." he said, his voice echoing through the room a bit, causing a few 'Shhh's!' "How may I help you ladies this afternoon?" Betty giggled for about 5 minutes before answering. "We were wondering if you were...um, going to Hogsmeade this Saturday?" She looked amongst her group for a bit of support, and they nodded back at her. "Yes I am." She looked at him, face glowing hopefully. "Really? OMIGOD. Who are you t-taking?" "Wouldn't -you- like to know?" he said, more to himself than to her. He shook his head. "Actually, I was thinking about asking you, Betty. But..." The volume of his voice lowered. "You know, I didn't want to make the other girls disappointed." He gave her one of his signature smiles, which made her giggle even more. She nodded. "But I dunno..." he said, interupting her before she could say something. "If you keep following me around, I might not want to anymore." This struck her like a snowball full of rocks. "B-but...if I stopped, w-would you ask-k m-me?" she whispered, voice shaking and her eyes looking damp. "Perhaps." he answered. And that's when she decided to walk away, her friends close behind. He chuckled to himself. God, he loved Valentine's day. It was the ultimate time of year to toy with a girl's mind, which was probably one of the most entertaining of activities. After another hour of hard labor, he had finally finished his paper. He had to admit, it wasn't a masterpiece, but it was acceptable. At least he hoped. He packed up the extra parchment and quills, squeezed a cork into his ink well and headed out of the library door. The hallway was just as cold, with only a few inhabitants wandering to their Common Rooms. Everyone else was milling around outside, enjoying the last remains of the winter snow. Sirius watched as they moved about like a bunch of tiny ants as he made his way up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. --- { Another audition intro. It's High School. I don't know what I was doing, it just typed itself. } High school was good for one thing and one thing only: Finding out that you are not as different as you seem. The process of this discovery could be defined cruel or unfair, but those elements only helped strengthened the flexible minds of an average teenager. If everyone could snap their fingers and put everything on pause so they could sort everything out (homework, friends, dates, college applications...) then we would all probably explode if something in our lives ever went wrong (deaths, divorces, lost jobs, broken dreams...) [i]Wait...stop overthinking this matter...you're a teenager...you're supposed to be thinking about guys, fashion and who will be on the next cover of TeenPeople. Overlogical bitch, honestly.[/i] She slapped herself with her soapy hand, making it hurt more than it would normally. She winced slightly. Water gathered at the bottom of the tub she stood in, too much for the small pathetic drain to handle. Mom was using the good shower for her meeting this morning, condeming Molly to use the rusty bath/shower combo in the upstairs bathroom; the one room she liked to avoid as it belonged to her disgusting little brother. Finding that the bath mat that usually sat on the floor of the tub was covered in God knows what, she removed it and was being extremely cautious to avoid slipping. But it always seemed that the harder you try to avoid something, the more likely it is going to happen. The green bar of soap escaped her hand, and as she lurched for it, she went tumbling down. An immense pain grew in her back, as if someone were stabbing her with a dull little knife. "What the--" She sat up and reached in the water behind her, pulling out a Batman action figure, his little plastic arm erected for a punch. She threw it in the toilet. "I'm hurting, cold, soapy and naked." she muttered, struggling to get up. "Come and get me, boys." She stepped out of the tub, turned off the shower and grabbed a clean towel from the cupboard. She picked her pajama shirt off of the floor and put it on to keep warm. Damn heater never worked before 8 o' clock. After 30 minutes of avoiding her brother's little bathroom "experiments" he had left sitting on the countertop, she finally got her hair combed and her teeth brushed. She pulled her shoulder-length copper hair into a quick & messy bun. [i]I wish I was an only child...[/i] Molly thought, pulling her paint spattered overalls on over a black Jimi Hendrix t-shirt. She searched her sock drawer for a pair of socks, and found the last pair that was clean. It took Mom days to get around to doing the laundry, and another couple to get them dried and ironed. She tied up her scuffed faux leather Doc Martens and headed down the stairs for breakfast. Dad was laying under the counter, a wrench in hand to finally fix the kitchen sink (as it had been leaking ever since a certain Christmas Party incident) He smiled at her when she entered. "Good morning, Moll-doll." he said, focusing back on his work as Molly pulled a box of Cheerios from the cupboard. She mumbled a incoherent "Morning" back. "What's wrong, Molly? Where's the cheerful girl I remember?" He sat up from under the sink, bumping his head lightly on the counter. That was when Molly gave a weak smile. "I dunno...a mixture of a lot of things..." she aimlessly swirled her spoon in the bowl of cereal in thought. "So much is happening...firstly, Lauren's graduating soon..." "No!" said Dad in disbelief. "She's that old already?" Molly nodded. "And prom is coming up, also. Derick keeps asking me to go with him, but I always tell him that I don't like him in that way. We've known eachother for so long...we swam naked in a kiddie pool together when we were toddlers, for Christ's sake! How awkward that would be..." Obviously, Dad could really care less about his daughter's teenage troubles. "Whatever. Everything'll even out before too long, I hope." She put her cereal bowl on the counter and pulled her heavy black backpack off of the chair that she had dumped it on the afternoon before. "Tell Mom that I left the school Newsletter on the fridge." she called to her dad as she started toward the front door. "Will do, Moll!" he called back, with a wave. She walked out the door, closed it behind her and made her way down the sidewalk to the Bus Stop. Mrs. Clifford was mowing her lawn like she did every Wednesday morning. Molly gave her an approving nod as she walked past. She could see the small group of students standing at the corner, massive Derick and tiny Lauren. She waved at them, and they waved back as she approached the group. Just at that moment the big yellow bus came in the opposite direction, stopping at the corner with a hiss. The door swung open and the students climbed in. "So, how did your morning go?" Lauren asked her, taking seat 13 as usual. "Well, Batman finally defeated me." Molly said, sitting beside her. "It was a long and grueling battle, but in the end he had won with a single punch." "I'm just not going to ask." Lauren said, leaning back in her seat and looking out the window. --- { And a narrative, for school. It got pretty good marks. } Roller skating was always one of my favorite activities, until that terrible day that I had lost all interest of pursuing the sport. It was a brisk Saturday morning in October. After a hearty breakfast of eggs and cereal, my mom and I drove down to Oaks Park for my weekly skating lesson. I was working on a routine for a competition that was coming up with my coach, Brenda. We had already chosen the fabric and pattern for the costume I was going to wear. I was about six years old at the time, so I was very excited about everyone watching me skate. We entered the rink, greeted by the familiar smell of the plastic coating on the skating floor. I scurried over to my locker, pulled out my skates, and quickly laced them up. I threw my jacket aside and stepped onto the skating floor, leaving my mother to pick up my things. Brenda appeared beside me. “Are you ready?” she asked. “Of course I am!” I replied with a smile. She placed the tape with my music on it in the tape player, and the beautiful melody echoed through the rink. I rolled to the middle of the floor and stretched a little bit. I didn’t want to pull a muscle, especially before my skating debut in the competition! I bent down and touched my toes, and reached up to the sky. I wiggled my legs, shook my head and moved my hips. But I had forgotten to stretch one thing- my arms. Of course, I had not paid any attention to that. I was much too eager to start my lesson with Brenda to worry about my arms. Besides, what could happen? “Alright, Kay. Let’s start the routine!” Brenda called from across the floor. I nodded and began to go through my steps. I would skate down the floor, do a spin in front of the judges and skate back to the middle of the floor. Then I’d do the jump I had been practicing. That jump was really hard, though. You would spring through the air and then land on one foot. But I was going to do it. After successfully going through the routine once, Brenda stopped the music and gave me constructive criticism. “On that one jump, I want you to go higher.” she told me, “I know you can do it.” But I was rather skeptical about that. I didn’t really want to go higher, but on the other hand, I wanted my routine to be the best one so I could win the gold medal. She played the music once more. I floated down the rink, stopped, and Spun. As I skated back to the middle, I knew the jump was coming and started to get a bit shaky. Uh oh. I lifted off for the jump, and soared through the air. Unfortunately, I had gotten off balance and began to fall toward the ground. I felt a wave of fear and disappointment flow through my body as I collapsed on the rock hard wood. My arm had slipped underneath me, and it almost shrieked with pain. I thought it was broken or something, so I began to cry. My mother and Brenda came running toward the little heap that was I. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” they were shouting, but I was too stunned and paralyzed to answer. Instead, I rolled over, tears streaming down my face. My arm felt like someone was ripping out the muscles and bones that rested inside. The pain made me cry harder. My mother helped me up on my feet, and almost had to carry me back to a bench. Brenda had gone to get me some ice. All I could do was lay there with agony. The car ride home was worse. My arm had started to swell, and purple bruises had appeared. I groaned every time I moved it. I didn’t know what was wrong, nor what was going to happen afterward. Would I be able to skate in the competition? Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling very passionate about it anymore. Later that day, my mom had taken me into the Doctor’s Office. By then, the bruising was worse and it hurt even more. Putting aside the fact that I hated going to the doctor, I was more than willing to go in for him to help me. The doctor examined my arm carefully, paying close attention to the bruises. He stood up from his seat. “It appears that it’s only a sprain.” he declared, matter-of-factly, “But I must admit that it’s a pretty nasty one. She’ll be needing a splint for about 2 weeks.” My mother frowned and looked at me. “The competition is next Sunday. You may not be able to skate, honey.” I nodded. I was a bit depressed that I wasn’t going to compete, but was still relieved. I didn’t want to do that jump in front of all those people. I could’ve sprained my arm in front of them instead of now! Oh, how embarrassing that would’ve been. The fateful Sunday approached. I sat in the stands and watched my division, a strip of fabric wrapping my arm tightly. The other skaters that I would’ve had to compete against were so good- I wondered if I was truly worthy of competing. After all that, I decided to quit skating. I had needed a break anyway. I was also doing a lot of other activities, along with school. I knew that I could always return, which is exactly what I did a couple years ago. I got back together with Brenda and together we won third place at a competition in Salem. Every athlete will say that they met challenges through their career. This is obviously the case with me. I’m at the top of my game now, and I feel as if my past experiences have made me stronger. Erased Them. Want them back x 6

[Saturday 06/17/2006 at 02PM] [ mood | sore ] Want a challenge? Try spending the night with eleven 3rd grade girls. The agony, the terror. Marshmallow frying, annoying songs from such "bands" as Jump 5 and, like, S Club 7 or whatever. (they like names with numbers in them, I guess) Then there were the pillows, and the flashlights, and...and...it was awful. Erased Them. Want them back x 1

MEEEMMMOoIRRIIIESSS [Monday 06/12/2006 at 09PM] [ mood | nostalgic ] I was going through some super old entries, and found some good time quotes. "11:35 am: At recess, I sat on the gigantic rock in the middle of the black top by myself, because apparantly LeAnne's boyfriend suddenly turned against her and she was crying all over the place about it. To be perfectly honest, if I was her boyfriend, I would hang myself. 4:00 pm: This kid on the bus was sticking his head out the window to try and irritate Jim the Busdriver. After he did this a few times (and Jim ignored him) I politely told him that kids were reported of being beheaded by a stop sign when doing that. He stopped doing it after that. Then the bus missed my stop, and I had a nice little tour of the countryside before finally coming home." --- Lyk Whoa Moozak Compiled by Kaylee C. 1. I Saw Her Standing There by The Beatles 2. Chronicles of Life and Death (Acoustic Version) by Good Charlotte 3. Bad Case of Lovin’ You (Doctor, Doctor) by Robert Palmer 4. One Week by Barenaked Ladies 5. You Can Be My Yoko Ono by Barenaked Ladies 6. Haunted Mansion (Disneyland) 7. Love by John Lennon 8. Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse 9. If I Had $1,000,000 by Barenaked Ladies 10. Somebody to Love by Anne Hathaway 11. Imagine by John Lennon 12. Harmonica Thing (Disneyland) 13. Stand by R.E.M. 14. Twist and Shout by The Beatles 15. Dare You To Move by Switchfoot 16. Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson 17. Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand 18. Nocturne in E Flat Minor by Chopin 19. Girl All The Bad Guys Want by Bowling For Soup 20. Big Yellow Taxi by Counting Crows 21. Love Me Tender by Norah Jones 22. Big Top Pee Wee by Danny Elfman (Why? Because I can.) --- "So after a few wild adventures, it cuts to me being trapped in a Claw Machine, and Sammy ran out of quarters." --- "Random Highlight: I anonymously sent a Vale-gram to Sam today because I felt sorry for him. Why? Because he has a crush on Kaylee. That's why." --- "After we finished, I went online, found that nobody was on and I was not feeling up to a Neopets mood, I brought myself to pay a visit to December-Romance (Or Twilight-Sky; Something emoliciously dramatic like that)" --- "That is the precise reason why I hate forums, especially when you join later and everyone has a kabillion posts and are already stuck-up. I like it better when I'M the one who has a kabillion posts and can be stuck-up." --- "In first period, the substitute nearly gave all the boys in the class an erection, I'm not kidding. Jake kept asking me if I thought that she was single or not, and just replied with a maternal, "She's too old for you."" --- I challenged him to a game of Chess, and he was surprisingly good considering the fact that he has the attention span of a potato. --- Ruben: I was a single mother with 5 kids, and 1 extra. Class: What? 1 extra? Ruben: My daughter's best friend came by and asked if she could stay for a few days, when it actually turned out to be 7 years. --- Comments on T-Shirt ("Have You Seen This Wizard?") Nicole: Love your shirt. I saw that movie...it was good...but Sirius was ugly. I mean, he's supposed to be a hottie who had overcome 12 years in a prison. In the movie, he was just some old British hobo! Candice: Is that your boyfriend on your shirt? I'm so jealous. Rebekah: Who the hell is that? Now I'm all boring and stuff. Erased Them. Want them back x 1

Title! [Monday 06/12/2006 at 06PM] [ mood | relaxed ] [ music | A sitcom. ] I haven't really written much about my school life lately, probably because nothing's really happened. Lunch started pretty normally. I sat with Myranda and Brittany like usual, as they are the only people I know as graduated acquaintances who have 1st Lunch like I do. They're 8th graders. Myranda goes off about her other friends, complaining about this one girl. I was bored out of my mind, because she really doesn't have anything interesting to say...ever. We go outside, she's still complaining, we sit on a bench. "Look at Scarlett run! She looks retarded!" says Myranda, getting a laugh out of Brittany. "That wasn't very nice." I say, and they both look at me. "Kaylee, shut up. You always say that the things we say aren't nice, and I'm sick of it." "I was just telling you that what you said wasn't nice. Is there a problem with that?" "You do it all the time. It's annoying." I had a lot of mean things to say to her, but I decided to be quiet. She starts complaining again. "You know what? Nobody cares, Myranda." I say from the other end of the bench. "You're saying that nobody cares about what I think?" I nod, and she turns back to Brittany and says clearly, "Kaylee's such a bitch. I wish she'd leave us alone." That's really how I'd like to remember them before they leave Middle School. It sort of hit my ego that's been rolling smoothly for a couple of weeks now. Everytime I feel somewhat secure, bam. But I don't care - my grades are the best they've been, I've made a lot of new friends in the past month and a half (both online and off) and I've got a bangin' haircut for summer chillaxin'. I've got fun activities planned for the next few months, and...boob news: Nearly A's are getting closer to an actual size. I finally grew out of the bras I've had since 4th grade. Yay for puberty. Erased Them. Want them back x 2

Twilight-Sky + Wikipedia = WTF? [Monday 06/12/2006 at 07AM] [ mood | amused ] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight-Sky I should've posted it yesterday when all of the kiss-ups went and edited in a bunch of stuff, but Dad stole the internet before I could get around to it. People were mad that they didn't favor the site and they all thought it was written by a disgruntled member. Honestly, I thought they were more mature than that. Yes, me. Then again, there was the fact that j00lye associated my name with defiance of authority and the enjoyment of whipped cream in the middle of the article. But that was in good taste, seeing as I am a part of the "thriving out of character community" or whatever it said in there. But it is an article in an encyclopedia, and people just edited the hell out of it, stating their opinions. In fact, they actually put... Edit: As a member of TS, I... Edit2: I'm a member too, and I think... Edit3: I agree with the above. and the like. It makes us look like a bunch of assholes, arguing against a well-written article that didn't really shoot down the site as much as it could have. The edits have been deleted, including j00lye's (sorry, man. It was Vaginal Discharge, I swear) and perhaps it's...for the better? ...why do we need an encyclopedia article? Erased Them. Want them back x 4

Like, whoa. [Friday 06/9/2006 at 05PM] [ mood | surprised ] I think fate is being kind to me all of a sudden. Every test I've taken in the past week have been A's, and then we got a letter yesterday from this place that makes this book about extraordinary middle school students. They want me to be in the book, and say that it can go on your resume and fun stuff. It's free, and apparently it's an honor. There's only 500 pages to describe the kids in the book, so I can't imagine there's much more than 800 students featured out of the millions in the entire country. (or state...I'm not sure if it's local or not...) If this is a hoax, please tell me, because I am seriously putting my name in there, and I don't want to come off as an idiot here. Plus, I might be getting an A in one of my CORE classes from Hell, finally. Erased Them. Want them back x 2

I'M SMARRRT. [Thursday 06/8/2006 at 04PM] [ mood | productive ] Beside exceeding all of my state assessments this year, I aced my Pre-Alg Math Final. This means that I am clearly ready for hardcore Honor's Algebra next year. I'm skipping 8th grade math entirely, because Algebra is a High School course and counts for one year of math. If I get good marks next year, I can have an extra elective in High School because I would already have completed one of my three years of math. So, yes. I'm thrilled. Erased Them. Want them back x 1

DEMON DAY [Monday 06/5/2006 at 04PM] [ mood | distressed ] Prepare for the end of the world. 6/6/06. Erased Them. Want them back x 5

YEAH I'M WEIRD [Sunday 06/4/2006 at 09AM] [ mood | groggy ] I had an extremely bizarre dream last night, which was probably the result of far too many french fries. It began with me talking to Connor on MSN (yes, Connnnnnnor- don't ask me why, I don't know) and finding out that he lives two doors down from my house, which is where my sister's "boyfriend" really lives. This can be explained, because the boyfriend came over a few times yesterday. Anyway... So finally I decided to go over to the house out of nothing better to do. I walk inside, and the interior is a lot different than what it looks like in reality. There are doors on every wall, and every few seconds someone walks out of a door and go about their business without acknowledging my being there. There are also special lightbulbs in every room, that change color every few minutes, making the room that color as well. I was thinking, "what a great invention!" when a bunch of random T-S people I never talk to walk in. There was Mosh, Panic! and, like, Someareweatherwise or someone. I don't know. They asked me to spend the night, which I accepted the offer because it was Friday night and all. Why not? I wanted to go home and get my pajamas and whatever, but they said that was impossible. "How? My house is just over there!" I opened the front door, and there's a gigantic river outside! And, uh, yeah. I don't really know what happened after I made the discovery, but I seem to remember a crammed bedroom and never actually seeing Connnnnnnnor. Erased Them. Want them back x 3

A Midsummer Night's Dream [Thursday 06/1/2006 at 08PM] [ mood | calm ] Today we performed our class play in the library. We all came to school earlier than usual - 8 am - to rehearse quickly before school started. The entire day I was a bit nervous, as I am before most of my performances. I have to admit, I didn't have that dizzying fear and shaky nerves, but it was more of an adrenaline rush this time. Maybe because there weren't as many people in the audience as there usually is, or it was the fact that they weren't expecting Broadway material from us monotoned 7th graders whose futures deinately aren't going to be part of the artistic medium (except for, like, Jason, Gabe and I, who actually had prior acting experience and therefore rocked socks.) The first few scenes we sat around waiting for our chance to go backstage and squeeze into costumes. I had to wear Julie's old tutu from 4 years ago. Taking my role as the lovestruck Titania, Queen of the Fairies, to extraordinary lengths, the performance left the audience in tears. Not really, but we did get some laughs from Brady cross-dressing as Hermia. After the show, we exchanged congratulations/hugs. Erased Them. Want them back x 1

Deviantarrrrt. [Wednesday 05/31/2006 at 09PM] [ mood | artistic ] DEVIANTART I drew a bangin' picture in CORE while sitting there for 3 hours straight watching Shakespeare rehearsals. LOOKGOSEE. I'm so thrilled about it, dunno why. Maybe it's PMS. Erased Them. Want them back x 4

Writings [Tuesday 05/30/2006 at 06PM] [ mood | creative ] This would be the very short beginnings of a roleplay. (I hope) If it's good, please say so. If it sucks, please, please say so, and give some sort of critcism. Constructive criticism. I figure that if I write more and share that writing with others more often I'll get better at the roleplaying thing. Also - my style apparently exceeds the State's expectations. I think I mentioned that in another entry... ----- Anna liked to disobey her parents. As much as they would have liked to give birth to a little angel, the stars just hadn't aligned in that direction. Auntie Magnolia came up from Arizona for Christmas Eve '97, and with her came the dangerously overstuffed snakeskin bag of which she hoarded the gifts for her nieces and nephews. (she had never gotten around to having children of her own to spoil) The contents of the boxes in the bag could easily be predicted, as Aunt Mag wasn't incredibly innovative when it came to choosing presents for the family. The plumb-shaped woman waddled into the dining room, of which the family was gathered, noisily chattering and waiting for the meal to begin. She was hardly welcomed, as everyone was too preoccupied to notice her arrival. Dinner was held, a blur of conversation, klinking silverware and rich foods. After waistlines were widened ever-so slightly from the delicious feast, all became calm. Gifts were exchanged, including those of Magnolia's. The children opened hers with less excitement than the others, for they all knew what was inside. (this tends to take the fun out of ripping the paper to reveal the received item) Sure enough, Rich got another remote-control racecar, Little Charlie got another stuffed bear, and Anna got yet another porcelain doll. She furrowed her eyebrows at the glass miniature human, which was fastened firmly in the box. What is the point of keeping all of these stupid things if I can't even play with them? thought Anna. (her definition of "play" was "rip the hair out of and throw on the ground") Erased Them. Want them back x 3

A Memorial Day to Remember [Tuesday 05/30/2006 at 08AM] [ mood | drained ] Well, yesterday we actually did something besides sitting around enjoying the 3 day weekend. We went to Grandma's house for lunch and family bonding. We watched What Not To Wear and MTV Cribs. (both entertaining, actually) Ate hamburgers and tater tots, then we went outside to get murdered by a certain duo of cousins with plastic baseballs. We all went inside after the heat started to take a toll on us to eat dessert and look at catalogues. Gina and I encountered some disturbing items, including plastic underpants, toe straighteners and pointy minimizer bras. We played Trophy Bass, the virtual fishing game, and caught "virtual dinner". Then we went to the cemetery, and looked for my mom's grandparents and Grandpa's grave. Both of them had flowers, which was nice. Afterward we went to see the Vietnam Memorial Wall, which had the names of everyone who died in action in the Vietnam War. There sure was a lot. ...Nixon sucks. There was also another wall made by students at Milwaukie High School. They collected pull tabs on aluminum cans and strung them together, one pull tab for each American dead from war. It began with the Revolutionary War to the current war in Iraq. There were about 10 panels for the Civil War (650,000) and Vietnam was close to that number. ...War sucks. So, yes, that's what we did. Erased Them. Want them back x 2

[Monday 05/29/2006 at 11AM] [ mood | depressed ] Email me if you're not going to be online on a long weekend, Amy. You liar. ): You said you were. Well, I've been here, so you can't say I wasn't on if you happened to get online at one point. I was on for 7 hours yesterday. Literally. And 5 in the morning in my timezone doesn't count. I wish I could roleplay. I really do. I try, and I try, but I don't ever get anywhere. I'm either abandoned or I just give up. I have so many plot ideas, but I can never translate these into a substantial story. I would almost need to sell my ideas to other people, so they can run with it and I can see how the story builds itself. Hey, that's an idea - Mila's Plot Ideas, 1000 TBs each! I've got an idea for clowns, nuns, spies, porcelain dolls...damn it. It really sucks, you know, that God gives me creativity but no talent. I wish I was like Incognito, who can start a roleplay about crayons AND be able to dish out quality replies. Crayons! I could start a roleplay about porcelain dolls or nuns, but the story would slowly chug on, 5 lines at a time, and I doubt anyone would be patient enough to deal with me. Though, now that I think about it, a real novel does move slowly, 5 lines at a time. There isn't a ginormous chunk for one character and then another chunk for the other character, like roleplays do. I really don't understand the whole, "I expect 10millionbillion lines in each reply!" thing. It's hard to read, actually. But I guess roleplaying doesn't need to make sense. It's just a high for people. Erased Them. Want them back x 2

[Sunday 05/28/2006 at 03PM] [ mood | okay ] I share a birthday with Jane Fonda, Ray Romano and Joseph Stalin. And on the day I was born, a Ukranian violinist died. If you can beat that, I'd really like to see. -wikipedia.com- Erased Them.

[Sunday 05/28/2006 at 11AM] People actually read this thing? That's new. Erased Them. Want them back x 4

[Friday 05/26/2006 at 05PM] [ mood | cold ] It was an eventful Friday. At recess we went bra strap snapping. Nikki and Angela kept saying that bras are gross. I tell them that if they didn't wear one, it would be all saggy down there 40 years from now. Then the conversation changed to sex, and they thought that was gross, too. "Without it, children, you would not be alive. And you yourself will want to do it someday, and have your own babies. It's a part of life." My speech was followed by a chorus of "Ew. Gross!" Whatever. And apparently I'm skinny. People have been telling me this. My Grandma, my aunt, my mom, and now my friends. I don't know what they're talking about. I'm not trying to sound like an anorexic in denial, but seriously. 150 pounds isn't skinny. It's actually considered overweight. Then again, I'm all muscle. -pose- Erased Them. Want them back x 5

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