WTMI: Way Too Much Information

This is going to be a post you may not want to read. I'm going to complain about being a girl. Maturity Advisory.

Ick. It's that time. I hate it. It's so gross and irritating. It makes me really paranoid. So I'm kinda glad it's Halloween. It gives me yet another reason to wear All black. Besides the fact that it's one of my favorite colors ^_^. So, I sit on my feet during class, just in case. I wear bigger sweaters, just in case. And give my backpack extra weight in toilettries, just in case. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Everything freaks me out. And the Voices? Let's not get started on them. Another thing I hate is that annoying constant pain in my chest when even the slightest thing happens. You go to lay on the desk and you shoot back up because the desk is hard, your boobs are not. *sighs* So painful. I can't tell you how many times I've done that today. Do you remember as a little kid you'd just flop on the floor or the couch or whatever and not have to worry about protecting those things? Now it's painful. VERY Painful. It's almost like kicking a guy in the crotch. It's just that painful. My friedn gacve me a hug and ran her chest into mine and we both pulled back and grabbed out chests and almost cried. After a little while we started laughing and hugged more carefully. Oi, that was painful. Anyways, yeah. I think I'm gona talk about something else.

Quote Of The Day: "Do you know who Kittie is???!"-J.Minor

Word Of The Day: Ninny

Definition: Fool

Sentence: You are a ninny, you will always be a ninny."

Song Of The Day: "Hey Ladies"--- Destinys Child

Now I think I'm gonna go se Peace.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

P.S.: Happy Halloween, Happy Birthday, Congratulations! (You know who you are)

It's not usually this bad...

Okay so as you all know, I have been having a few days that could have been better. Of course today was just peachy. *rolls her eyes* But I won't go into that. I don't want to get that worked up again. I took a long tie to calm down when it happened. Even thinking about it pisses me off. So in short...today sucked. Utterly and completely sucked. Now I'm going to talk about an idea that's been floating around my head:
Do you ever find it hard to stretch out the description and ideas, dialogue and insignificant babble while writing and type of literature? I've associated writing with a lot of things but I find it's most like torture. I know that sounds weird at first but think about it. When you read about it, sometimes you feel like the writer is just toying with you, being an asshole on purpose. Stretching everything out like a bloody soap opera. Don't you want to get back at them for torturing you like that? You want to be able to torture your own readers, make them squirm in their seats. Make them sweat, make them dream the ending and then change it. Torture the characters to make them scream. Make them cry and wish they had never picked up your book but they stay with it because they love the pain. It's such a glorious pain that they can't stand it and they read faster and faster, keep turning the pages until the page they turn is the back cover. And you have dealt your final blow. The End. You see now? You see how it is so greatly like torture? How it's concepts are the same? How each and every little prick in writing or torture is significant? Each point of pain or pleasure, each little moan or scream. They all matter. The slightest twisting of your character makes the reader want more and more. Until they can't take it. Until they're crying with such a hate toward you that they can't wait for your next book. They fly to the shelves to find it, they scream your name to their friends pushing your book into their hands encouraging their torture. Wanting them to experience the same pain and agonizing pleasure. Alright I think I'm done now..maybe...yeah. I'm good now. So I'll talk to you all later when I'm...myself again.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

The Gift Of Knowledge

Today is my Mom's birthday. I got her my grades and I made her a CD. She was happy. lol I'm so cheap. None of it cost me anything, but she's just happy 'cause I'm not failing school and I'm cool with that. It was a cool idea though, right? I think so. Okay okay now,

W.O.T.D: Sciaphobia
Definition: Fear of shadows

I like this word. I like it's meaning.

Movie.O.T.Week: Stick It

This movie rox my sox. WATCH IT AND REVEL IN IT'S BRILLIANCE!

^_^ And finally my personal favorite catergory

Song. O.T.D: "A Song For Mama" -- Boyz II Men

I love this song!! Tomorrow's will probably be "Unleash The Dragon" by Sisqo. 'Cause that song is awesome (and funny). Hm hm. What now? Do you know what it feels like to have your whole world ripped apart slowly, and then painfully sown back together? I don't. I hope to never experience the feeling. I know someone who has, however. She's very sad today. Her boyfriend (of six months) broke up with her, 'cause her best friend is crazy. But she's crazy in a good way, and personally I think it's a great thing they broke up. But she doesn't. She's very depressed, and I feel for her. He only broke up with her a little while ago so he's still floating around somewhere (bastard..). He such a loser though. He got in an "accident" and she has been helping him get better. Now, since he can walk, he's leaving her. Did he thank her or anything? No of course not (not that she cares or anything but still) did he even apologize? Nope. I think her best friend is going to go after him again for making her sad, but then again she might not. It all depends. Anyway, I feel bad for her and I hope things get better.
On another note, I have a concert tomorrow. I'm only singing four songs (the shortest concert I've done so far) and it's kind of weird to think about that I have to wear a robe, and that my normal choir people won't be there. But, eh I guess it's a new experience to benefit my singing career. I hope it all goes well. Wish me luck.
I don't really know what to write about now, but the song I'm listening to. It's called "One Of Us" by Joan Osborne. It's kinda like gospel but not. I like it. It's about God being one of us. It's a good song. I know. Here's the lyrics:

"One Of Us"

By Joan Osborne

If God had a name, what would it be

And would you call it to his face

If you were faced with him in all his glory

What would you ask if you had just one question
And yeah yeah

God is great

Yeah Yeah

God is good

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

What if God was one of us

Just a slob like one of us

Just a stranger on the bus

Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like

And would you want to see

If seeing meant that you would have to believe

In things like heaven and in Jesus and the Saints and all the Prophets
And yeah yeah

God is great

Yeah Yeah

God is good

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

What if God was one of us

Just a slob like one of us

Just a stranger on the bus

Trying to make his way home

He's trying to make his way home

Back up to heaven all alone

Nobody calling on the phone

Except for the Pope maybe in Rome
And Yeah Yeah

God is great

Yeah Yeah

God is good

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

What if God was one of us

Just a slob like one of us

Just a stranger on the bus

Trying to make his way home

ust trying to make his way home

Like a holy rolling stone

Back up to heaven all alone

Just trying to make his way home

Nobody calling on the phone

Except for the Pope maybe in Rome...

Isn't it a good song? I think it is I think it is. Even if you don't think it is. I don't care 'cause my opinion matters most 'cause it's my blog. NYEEEEAAAAHHH! Heehee, Just kidding. Your okay. What now? I've said 'now' a lot this time. Do I say it a lot period? I think I might. O_O Oh no. Noooooooo!! BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'm bored now. I'm signing out people.

TWMA,

SaCrEd SeCrEt

P.S: I had to change it up a little ^_^

"The secrets out.."

Poem

Okay I have to sdo this really quick so this is unedited as well, I know I've become extremely lazy when it comes to editing, but take me out later.

W.O.T.D: Daemonophobia

Definition: Fear Of Demons


Now then, this is why I'm writing to post this poem, tell me what you think!

Black Roses ©

You can smell the salt of the tears as you walk into the room
The perfect rows of people in the pews
Taking it all in.
Black Roses
You can see his Mother crying
His brother so distant, his wife so…
Alone
Black Roses
Do you feel the heaviness of sorrow?
Can you hear their cries?
Lord, what have we done to deserve this?
Such pain in
Black Roses
In the picture they are crying,
When they were married, there were tears of joy, not pain
Alas, now all is near it’s end and the
Family
Is in ruin
How can they move on when he’s lying in a casket?
She’s due in a month and still she’ll be
Alone
Black Roses
Feel their soft petals; take in their alluring scent,
For nothing is more potent in death than
Black Roses

I wrote it for english class, so if it sucks that's why. It's not one of my best but it worked for it's purpose. Peace out now!

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

Question.

W.O.T.D: Autophobia

Definition: Fear of being alone

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The word of the day has almost nothing to do with the rant I'm about to impose on all of you. Which I refuse to apologize for right now because if you don't want to listen to me rant then maybe you should juust stop now, hm? Now anyway, first I want to ask you: Does everyone reserve the right to be a bitch at atleast one time? I think they do. I think today was my day for that. School pissed me off because people are morons, and it was apparantly "pissed-of-touch-sophmore-day" and no body told me so I got threatened by a lot of people. Then I got home and I know this is petty but the slightest change pissed me off. see normally there'sonly one person at my house because I get home earlier ten my mom does and my grandma doesn't work so I don't have to worry about her bothering me, so I just go in my mom's room where the computer is and reside in my sanctuary untill I have to leave again or talk to people. But today my mom stayed home and when I got here my mom was sitting in my sanctuary (the computer chair) playing some stupid game, then my gandma pops up and starts touching me (which I cannot stand) asking me obvious questions and shit. Then when they finally leave me alone I had to go to choir, which I'm normally okay with. So I went to choir, when I get there, no one was even there yet so I had to sit outside, alone, very very alone. Not for long or anything like 10-15 minutes but thats....quite long enough...and then when my choir teahcer got there she told me she wanted to switch me to an Alto (if you know me, you know how hard I workd to be a Soprano.) and she said I could switch if I wanted. I gracefully declined. After we started choir, everyone was being stupid, throwing the notes around, mixing up each others parts and when I tried to straighten it out, guess what? I got told to shut up. She wasn't making any damn changes! Was she fixing anything? No. She wasn't. She was helping the Altos. Did she ever come over to the Sopranos? No. She didn't. That irritated me all the more and then the little annoying girl-child whom I've so 'lovingly' nicknamed 'Vitalany' after the lion in Lion King II Simba's Pride. She was being more annoying than normal today. The idiot blonde behind me whose nickname is 'Assdo' was being more blonde than normal. Joe, who is normally the only guy in the choir that I talk to (Other than the Angelic-Boy-Of-Doom) seemed easily irritated as well. So me and my partner in crime (H.H) spent the time laughing, making fun of people, and pissing off Vitalany, who sits in front of us. The Angelic-Boy-Of-Doom helped my mood though. After choir, I ran home (as is normal) and was once more alone. Now I sit here ranting, just getting back from Red Robin (resturant) with Nightmare sitting on the chair back, behind me. Talking to my friend, writing a letter, writing a poem, listening to music, and doing my homework...since I'm bored you guys get a picture...:

Well now I'm done. I have no more to say

Nightmare: *purr purr* Mow...

Later people,

TWMA,

Sacred Secret

Bloggin' From School

That's right, I finally figured out how to blog from school. Isn't that great? I think so. I haven't blogged in a while because I've been trying to figure out how to do so from school and then school itself and Oi what a hassle. Anyway, man my legs are hurtin! Fange' and me went on a 10 miles walk on Sunday and omg my legs. My back hurts too, but my legs are screaming. Tells you how much exercise I get. On another note, I got the new Evanescence CD. The Open Door, the CD is sick. I'm in love with it. My favorite songs are "Lithium", "Lose Control", and "Sweet Sacrifice". "Call Me When Your Sober" is cool too. But I do like the whole CD in itself. It's really awesome I recommend it. If you like the band anyway. Uhmm what else? Oh, today so far at school it's been okay. I couldn't concentrate on anything in English. My teacher, who reminds me a lot of my 'Uncle', kept coming over asking me if I was okay and stuff. I'm like yeah yeah I'm fine I just hurt. And my voice died in second period (choir). So I sang real quiet. Third period (algebra 1) we went to the computer lab so I didn't have to do much but now I have homework, how stupid. And now here I am in fourth period, Info tech, listening to the fools around me do absolutely n-o-t-h-I-n-g. My teacher for this class, Mr. Urner, is sitting in the back of the classroom doing anything but helping us. Or guiding us or anything. I'd have to say I love this class. Its like being at home with a faster, but older, computer. I love my background for this comp too. I got the idea from Fange' because it's sexxy. lol sorry if I stole your idea, I love you. Well I'm gonna go back to playing games 'cause I'm bored now and there isn't much more to talk about. Later.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

Do I Look Troubled?

Okay so I didn't get to post from school today...but only because I forgot my username and password (genius) Anyway, today after school and old guy came up to me and gave me a Bible. What do you think that means? Do I look devious to you? Well...those who know me. Do I? Huh? Huh? Do I Do I? I don't think I do. But maybe I'm kidding myself. But I don't think I look like a very troubled young person....maybe....I don't know. But anyway. I'll try and post from school tommorow. If I can remember my bloody password!

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

Not Really

I'm not really awake right now. Or maybe I am and I don't know it. I'm not blogging from school yet. I'll do that later. More around 12:00 I think. You'll know. I might blog from school more often if its easy. I'm kind of hungry.....and I'm kinda bored. Don't really know what to do right now, 'cause it's really early and I can't listen to musik. So I guess I'll just go eat something and write meh stories or something. TTYL


TWMA,
Sacred Secret

Loathing

W.O.T.D: Loathe/Loathing

Definition: To dislike greatly/extreme disgust

This is the word of the day because I have a rant coming on. See at first today I was wondering to myself why the hell people read out loud. OMG that is so irritating. Expecially people like Breann. I cannot stand that. You give them something to read and they read it out loud. Not even good. They read it all stupid, stumbling over words and mispronouncing things. Can't they just read it in their head? Is it so hard? I don't think it is. I think she does it just to piss me off. I already told her. "Read in your head" But noooooooooo! Of course not. Then there are people who stop in the middle of the hallway to molest each others faces. They don't step to the side, or move when people ask. They just stand there and suck face in the middle of the flippin hall. No room to get around them without being rammed into other people. Then when you try to get around them and you do run into other people. However accidental. You still get threatened to be beat up. *sighs*Is that just me? I hope not. Another thing that makes me kinda sad, actually, is that high school totally killed my relationships with my friends. Now I don't have any of them in my classes, and I see some of them during passing periods or at lunch but otherwise. Nada. Now what? Oh yes. Have you ever seen those things in the classrooms that are like 'motivational' posters? Tell me something. The ones about homework, like the one that says "Homework: Don't Leave Home Without It." why are they telling you that AFTER you get to school? That doesn't make any sense to me. Are they reminding you for tommorow? I dunno. My grandmother is another pet peeve of mine, but it would be extremely disrespectful to put my thoughts of her on this site. Even if she'll never see it. *shakes her head* As disrespectful as I am, I don't want to go to that kind of extreme. I think thats my word of the month. "Extreme". It's a cool word. I finished my book today. It was sad, and funny, and exciting. It's called "New Moon" By some lady. Its really good, I have to give it to Fange' this weekend so she can read it and I can move on to a different book. I forget the name of that one but its the Third in the Black Dagger Brotherhood series. This one is about Zsadist. The most dangerous, and mysterious brother. I think he's my favorite. Other than Vishous, and Phury. Rhage is cool too, and Wrath is kinda spooky. Tohrment is awesome. He's really smart. I think Tohrment is my third favorite. Zsadist, Vishous, Tohrment, Phury, Rhage, and Wrath. Yeah that sounds about right. I might change my mind as I read this book. But I doubt it. I might grow to love Phury a little more. Anyway, enough about them. I'll have to write to you all later about a thought forming in my head. I can't write it down yet. It doesn't make any sense.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

"Alls Fair in Love and War."

Unwanted Emotions

I don't really know what's going on right now. I feel like a want to cry but I can't because....I just don't do that...ever. I mean there is the rare occasion lie just now that I'll cry because something really really really sad just happened. But I don't knoww what's happening right now. I can't figure it out and I'm not sure I want to. I want to write down all my thoughts and not be bothered with it. I want to get it out so that I'm not choking on it. So it's not threating the life of me. But I can't and it is. I want to sing, I want to....I don't know. I want to do a lot of things. I want to have a lot of things that I can't have right now because I'm not the correct physical age for it. I have an old soul. Someone told me that. And they were older than me. He's a Junior. He looked straight into my eyes and said I ahve something no one else has. Cyle doesn't normally say things like that. Matter of fact he doesn't normally talk to me at all. But to day we were on the same level I guess. I should be doing my homeworkd but I can't concentrate enough to do that. I got kicked out of doing what I love most. Maybe that's why I can't concentrate. Normally around this time I'm at the Elementary school up the street. Helping the little kids because that's what I love to do. I love listening to them and helping them solve their little disputes. I love playing games with them and making sure they don't hurt themselves. It's so fun.......but I can't do it anymore...becuase the principal is going through PMS and he said I couldn't come on campus anymore. I didn't even do anything....all I did was help...I mean it's not like I can say "NO! I'm Coming to your school whether you like it or not so NYEAAH!" I wish I could. I wish I had the courage to stand up for myself. But no, I'm just a doormat, who alows everyone to step all over me. *sighs* I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. I want to be at Fange's house. I don't have to think about these things while I'm there. She makes life carefree again. Hm. Well I guess I'm gonna go now cause even I'm getting tired of my rambling. Even though I don't know what I'm going to do after I publish this. probably just get off line until my friend gets on. Then I'll talk to her for two hours get off finish my homework go to sleep and repeat this ever vicious cycle, that is slowly but surely destroying my mind, my self-esteem and my beloved creativity....*sighs again* Oh well....

May Your Wings Take Flight,
Sacred Secret.

"Always on the wrong track..."