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Emotional Status: happy :] yet.. wanting monday already...
Phsyical Status: bwwaaa! My hair :/also, I think I should run more...
Current Love(s): serafina67 *urgently requires life* (british humor is BLOODY BRILLIANT), my new shoes :) (petal dusty pink patin leather T-strap flats *girly, I know..*), The Bravery (paticularly the Sun version of the album porque they are ingenius when using acoustic incline), emeraldy green nail polish (last minute UO buy), and of course My ALLIANCE. (and David, too.)

So, I feel slightly UN-grounded.
My mother is being like incrediblly nice and very *ass kissy*, it's really confusing, but I'll go with it.

TODAY.
I went to delamo afterschool with wolfmother and we were *ra ra ra HUNGER, she would have strangled something if we didnt eat soon. So, we ran into the nearest carnage cabana, to find ourselves in PF Chang's. I can't really tell if it's fancy or overated, probably both, but it was fucking amazing. The waiter was like, "You look like some girl I met in summer camp!" and then I raised my eyebrows because the dude was like forty, which from my "umm GRAPE" stare he corrects himself by saying "When I was in middle school... along long very long time ago, back when..." By this time, I tuned out to what he was saying completely and I began to think about what we learned in chemistry, and how it made no sense at all. Why? Why make us learn something that not even chemists need to know??? BITCH. Grr. And my chem teacher is such a cockblock. Just because your boyfriend doesn't like to hold you and keep you warm, doesn't mean you make everyone else suffer! GOSH. *opens lighter fluid and pours it on chem teacher's labtop* Shall we blow shit up? *takes out matches* Ooo, pretty colors. *lights labtop on fire and laughs as chem teacher crys*
Am I evil?
nooo.

I SPENT MONEY.
Lots of my glorious money that I should have saved, but whoops.
BUT, the clothes I got = YES.
Silky lacey baby blue bow top.
The amazing T-strap flats.
Ruffled dusty pink vest.
Ligght cobalt danity top.
Greeny blue nail polish.
Rinse wash "00" skinny jeans [I'm thin again, score!].
Grayish and Blackish tights.
Amazing new lipgloss.
and...
Retro, very vintage yellow lace bra and match undies. (SUCCESS)
Ahh.. yes...
clothing :)

HONESTLY.
(things I feel like I'm doing)
...invading David's personal bubble to much? am i? CONFUSION. am I clingy? hummm...
I hope not. Really, when chembitch called us out, I thought "OH NO" I just felt too laoqncop983a v8qbas;ds';d(on top of him)liauhfisuew. It's so different with David than Charlie, in a really really good way. I feel like he cares :)
humm... I wonder if he misses me just as much as I miss him...

IGNORE EVERYTHING ABOVE.





I want to ride a motorcycle! zooom.

So, I went to *SOME STORE* and bought *SOME PRESENT* for *SOMEONE* and I got thee strangest looks from the cashier and people in line around me... but it was very much worth the "are you serious?" stares on people's faces.
HA. Today, in pe dance, written on the board was "Surprise Class" and we were informed that instead of doing dancie smancie things for the day, we would being in the supervision of the regular pe teacher, Mr. V, who taught me last year. That's not the best part though. The BEST part is that the regular pe class would take dance for the day. And though I don't care much for the 4th period pe class, the 5th period pe class however... My BF [DAVID(such epic capitalization)] has that class, and to see him dance would really just make my day.

MADLIBS...
~Tessa is ahhchooing in a field of flowers, as she blows up canada with her mind, on tuesday.
~She would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for Nico and his amazing bazooka/machete/guitar/core-novel/airplane/walkie-talkie.
~David snogged a mailbox while on the news, canadian children blew up into little tiny pieces.
~Amanda and Nico raced to canada in their shag-mobile, but they were too late...
~David had already stolen all the dead canadians mailboxes.

...
wow, this went no where.
David doesn't actually steal nor snog mailboxes, just throwing that out there.
Plus, I am way better than a mailbox!


Okay, must I remind myself to wear my most constricting rubber bands, so my teeth will be all *sparkle sparkle* and braces-free.




HOT ROD + NERDS ROPE + DAVID + FUZZY SLIPPERS + NO PARENTS/BROTHER + MY KNIVES=
What I wish I was doing this second. :(

MORTAKAI!!!

"Why are you looking at me that way?"

"What way?"
"Oh, come on. I'm not stupid."

"Well... umm, you have this thing..."

"What thing?"

"It's-it's this thing, this fuzzy... yellow.."

"Oh! My invincible animal spirit, Mortakai."

"... invincible animal ... Mortakai?..."



I want to *GRAPE* you.
Now, that, that just sounds wrong.

You're a 6, She's a 10. Oh, and she's a fucking zombie.

Everything has been building to this moment. Are you scared? Afraid?
The sleek sweat clams your tight grip and your hair sticks to your face.
You smile. She smiles. And then the expression on her face turns cold. Dead cold.
WAM! BLAM! POW!
She's a zombie and you're just a horny boy.

So, like any other teenage boy, you live for sex (or well the wanting to have sex). But, see, in order for you to get what you want, you need a girl. And that's when everything fucks you over.
Okay, so I may be stereotyping a bit here, you guys aren't all that bad, but you can't deny that to some extent it's true.
So what now? She was the perfect girl, had everything imaginable. The perfect skin, frail, sweet, big boobs.. and now she's a zombie. Are you going to bitch and moan about it? Or are you going to run your ass off and buy a gun? It's your move, dude. And by the way her eyes are rolled back and that blood spewing from her mouth, I'd say it's not the time to philosophize.


ha. this blog makes me want ice cream.
...and a gun.

Woah woah woah woah woah.

Now, when I say, "arrgg, I come from a long line of pirates. On my mother's side of course." Somehow, I don't really understand why, but people raise their eyebrows and back away slowly... ha ha, this I find funny. See, I raise my eyebrows all the time when people do odd, or rather dumbly humorous things. But, you can't see my eyebrows on account of my hair. It's brilliant. I can just raise my eyebrows, widen my eyes, and wrinkle my nose, but the whole facial expression is unseen to the person preforming this weird task (let's say, making odd noises as they do jumping jacks).

So, my awesome, rather annoying bangs aside, does anyone on this planet watch Castle besides me? It's an amazing show, but the view rate among most people I know is pretty low. Which isn't good, because rumor has it, they are stopping after this season. That would most definitely break my heart.

Okay! So yesterday, well it was an interesting day. And by interesting, I mean FUCKING SPECTACULARLY EPICFUL AND FILLED WITH AWESOMENESS. So, we had a Zombieland/Hot Fuzz movie night shin-dig at Nico's batcave. In my opinion, two of thee best movies ever made. We also threw knives, which I must say, completely badass. Amanda is practically flawless in they way she throws, and when she did, I imagined the target transforming from a hay stack to the Twilight cast, and Amanda nailed Robert Patterson right between the eyes. I gave Nico twelve inch nails as a late birthday present a while back and I finally got to see them whizz through the air as he threw. And then, as we went to retrieve the knives and arrows from Nico's crossbow, we found all of them except one of Amanda's throwing knives. We searched around, but when nothing turned up we resulted to plan B.

Using a hatchet, Nico hacked at the hillside, on a quest to find his Love's knife, but he came up with nothing. Then, David just took the hatchet from Nico and decided to cut at everything, including a random tree stump. So, they both did this as Amanda and I just watched, anticipating that David will most likely cut off his hand. But, luckily he managed to not hurt himself.

And before all of this, Amanda and David gave me birthday knives! And yeah, WOW. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you... I can go on forever and it still won't show my full happiness and appreciation. Ahh, David's is stuck open for some unknown reason, and I'm attempting to unstick it, but I'm scared I'll just screw it up!

Tonight is Tessa's play! I shall get ready and head over to her place, I'm rather excited because I know she'll do amazing.



So, here's a story.

I wrote this a while back, it's a vampire novel that I dropped when Twilight killed vampires. I'm not posting everthing, but here's a taste.


http://www.facebook.com/note.php?created&&suggest&note_id=476566020290

read it, but don't judge my knew book, Spooks, off of this please. They are two completely different styles and ways of writing, and the stories have nothing in common. Also I wrote this a very long time ago.

Is Godzilla a-sexual???

Yes, I have started a blog. For all of you who don't know me, I'm Skylr/Sky/Ta/Rose Vintage/Skyvenom/Hazel/Violette Venom/Spider/That old thin girl, who lurks around saying strange things and constantly making weird noises. Yeah, now go begin the whole first step in the stalker's handbook and find me. Then just skip to step 665, and murder me, then use my remains as stuffing for your pillowcase.

So, today. Today was a good day, an interesting day, and a fast day, which all just relates to good, in my opinion. I slept in till 9, danced in my underwear till 9:30, and then scampered off to school around 10. I showed up rather late to PE dance. They were working on our "routine" for this unit, but it just looks like everyone in suffering from seizures or fell into a sink hole of poison ivy to me. My dance teacher scowled and told me I must retrieve this super duper special note from the attendance office, which is on a completely different end of school. So, I reluctantly went on the mission. On the way, I spotted the handi-capped elevator, it was open, which fed into my ADD like a shiny piece of tinfoil. Inside the open elevator was rather boring, though I did want to go inside, fear set in that it might close and not open again, then I would be trapped within, forever. But, of course, I debated whether not to go in for too long, because the doors closed.

I shrugged and made my way to the office, got my super amazing special person slip, and returned to dance class. But, before going back, I noticed the elevator doors were opened again. As I began to run to them, I stopped, flashed the metal automatic doors my lovely middle finger, and spun back around toward the gym.

I'm going to fast forward a bit, because this is getting slightly counterproductive.

My awesome superhero friend, Tessa, and I headed off to fifth period after she purchased her smelly tea. On the way, David Taylor ran up to us and accused me of not owning pants, which of course I do own pants, but he is very concerned for my body temperature. Then, Tessa fled, to where I don't know.

Fifth period has to be my most boring of the six classes I have. In that class today, we had a sub, which made things go by slower, since all was given to us was a word search.

That class ended, after what seemed like weeks.

Lunch was mostly just rainy. It pitter pattered rhythms, which usually makes me want to write a song. I'll admit I was cold, but not to the extent that David and James made it out to be. But, having someones arm around me so I can suck away some of their warmth is always nice, so hey, I'm not complaining.

I gave Daviiiiiddddd a piece of my birthday pie, which he denied and I sent it away, far away, to rot on the top of the row of lockers. Then he gave me a splendid leather jacket, which fit! And was pretty badass.
Now comes chemistry class, my 6th period.

It's always a rather life draining class, but we changed seats and so now I am at a lab station with David and James. I don't really do much in that class, but I hate copying other people's work, so lose/lose for me!

Okay, so fast forwarding again...

David tried to save my hair with his binder as we left to his locker when school ended. The rain. It was so weak, but somehow soaked to my bones. I was about to venture to meet my mother, so I may rejoice in the heat of our truck, when just then, David, in a ninja -like most stealthily way, asked me out.

I felt instantly warmer, and said yes, because he's pretty cool and all. Then I ran away, into the rain alone, mud building at my heels. My mom awaited a few blocks away and as I opened the passenger door, a wave of heat blasted into my face, and then I basked in my seat, knowing I would have a good day tomorrow.