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

(unedited)
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..."

The End Of My Story...

Keeping in touch with you

Has become time

Consuming

Taking away from my

Life

So in this

Situation

I'm forced to say

Goodbye...

....Because I'm....

Slowly losing my mind to

You

Fearing I'll never touch you again

Lost without your warmth

I am cold and

Oh so....

Frozen...

...Because...

Somewhere hidden deep inside my

Mind

I remember you taking my

Memories

Out of all you have

Taken

I miss those the most....

...Only because....

Suddenly I've lost your

Touch

And somewhere along the

Line,

I've forgotten how to

Breathe...

...Because you...

Taking my breath in your

Hands

Laughing as the snow gently

Falls

Reminds me of the times when

I had no

Problems

At all...

...But because I cannot say....

Oh heart, quiet thy

Voice

Of booming thunder that

Deafens

My ears

Soon my overwhelming

Happiness

Will flood me so I may

Never

Be the same...

...Because of the....

Long lasting impressions

Leaving

Imprints of your

Love

In my mind

sometimes I wish I had

Never

Met you, then you wouldn't

Have the

Power

To break my

Heart...

...Because I'm...

Thinking about the

Days

Spent with you I have

Noticed

Your lack of interest in me...

...So...

This is it

It all comes down to

Now

But this is the time when I must say

I cannot continue this

Facade...

This is the

Story

Of my relationship how it happened

In Poetry form

Whether in

Dream

Or

Reality

It Is How It Is....

Sacred Secret

W.O.T.D Poetry

This is a poem I wrote during Info Tech class. My opinon on it doesn't matter so I won't even say. I hope you like it...so enjoy.

Take My Memories...©

Take my memories…
Take my dreams…
Take my sanity…
And simply let me dream
Locked in to reality
With nothing more to say
Forever considered
Insane

So often thought to be a
Genius
When simply lost in the
Translation
Of technical speech and
Morality
What can be done to save
Her?
How can he possibly reach her here…?

What can be done?
What can be done?
Nothing-left in this to
Run From
Nothing left to hold me lying Here
No one left to turn to so I will
Run from Here
Away from Here

Sometimes when I think about the lost ones
The ones who have held their lives in tears
Thinking about those that speak a tongue of
Fear.
Kami help those who understand not.

Take my memories…
Take my dreams…
Take my sanity…
And simply let me dream
Locked in to reality
With nothing more to say
Forever considered
Insane

Somewhere I have been lost in
Reality
Its throes of pain and agony
Taking my mind in its grasp
Twisting
And pulling my pictures of reality apart
Sometimes I think my rationality is faltering forever
Lost.

What can be done?
What can be done?
Nothing-left in this to
Run From
Nothing left to hold me lying Here
No one left to turn to so I will
Run from Here
Away from Here

So that's it I hope you liked it.....comments?

TWMA,

Sacred Secret

W.O.T.D

Word Of The Day is actually kind of a phrase. See?

Exotic Exile.

I'll give you definitions too.

Exotic -- 1. Foreign 2. Strangely beautiful

Exile -- 1. A prolonged, often enforced, living away from one's country 2. Person in exile

See? It has an exotic ring to it. Kind of like CellarDoor. Enough people out there know what I mean. If you don't know then watch my favorite movie. The one I got the quote from. If you don't know what I'm talking about maybe you should read the posts before this one? Or maybe you should just stop reading my blog. No one other than Fange' posts anyway. So really...what's the point in blogging other than putting my mind out on the web for millions to see? I'm thinking that I should....just start using my journal. The Voices can have their blog and I'll just resided to letting my friend read what I write in my journal. Though...I refrain from writing what I truly feel sometimes because it's on the internet. One of these days I'll post what I really feel. One of the days that I'm feeling that weird heaviness in my chest that's almost the equivalent of sorrow. That heaviness that needs to be written down in it 's unedited raw form. That needs the world to see it, breathe it visualize it until it is lifted from my chest in such a way that it doesn't come back for a long time. Such a long time that I begin to want the feeling back, unable to bring the feeling upon myself. I don't know what to write about. Sometimes I think what I'm writing is too intense until I go back and read it and then I find out that what I wrote doesn't have the power that I thought it did. Have another poem:

Hatsu's Lullaby©

My life is flashing before my eyes.
So I will shut them.
I want to see your face as my last memory.
Not my eyes wide in fear.
I want to see. I want to know. I want to feel you one last time.
Don't leave me.
Not here not ever.
Please.
Here I lay Again in my sorrow.
My pain is hollow next to your everlasting crisis.
Your selfish.
I love you.
Don't underestimate the power of the haunting lullaby.
I want to see. I want to know. I want to feel you one last time.
Don't leave me.
Not here not ever.
Please.
This haunting tune is my goodbye.
My final bedtime lullaby.
If I die before I wake I pray your dreams I will partake.
Do not mourn my death, my love.
Simply remember my last lullaby.
I want to see. I want to know. I want to feel you one last time.
Don't leave me.
Not here not ever.
Please...not here..
...not ever...
...my love...
...remember...
...my lullaby...

I didn't write that. It was a voice. He's a writer too. He likes writing songs and stuff like that. But he's a bird so that's understandable. Maybe one day I'll explain the Voices to you too. Maybe they'll explain themselves. If they don't. like I said maybe I will. It will be a while. So don't hold your breath, you'll die. I guess I'm done now.....okay....later.

TWMA,

Sacred Secret.

"Death comes to those who call when the callers ask nicely."

Tired

That's my car. Or it's my read car anyway. Sometimes I can dream about driving in it with a mystery guy. I'm old. Not old old but old, lke 24, 25. we're driving down the road laughing and listening to SexyBack. Then we see some cows, and laugh somemore. Sometimes the guy next to me is Tyler, sometimes its Brandon, sometimes its some guy I don't know. This last time it was the boy who sits next to me in Algebra. His name starts with J. I was surprised when I saw him next to me that time. 'Cause he's never been in it before. But when I rode with him we hit a cow. What do you think that means? I didn't hit any cows with any of the other guys! I wonder what that means...I'm not sure. I'm tired right now so if nothing I say makes sense than......It's because I'm tired. I'm not going to edit any of this either so if it doesn't make sense.... it doesn't make sense. My computer is being slow so when I type something and then stop it comes up like three secondes after I type it. Oh 'cause I'm tired and bored...here's a poem I wrote today:


In Touch ©

Keeping in touch with you
Has become time
Consuming
Taking away from my
Life
So in this
Situation
I'm forced to say
Goodbye...



Yeah so I wrote that during Scinence class, I think. Yeah. I'm gonna go now 'cause I have to recede into my mind.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

P.S. The word of the day is Abhorrent. It's definition is Detestable. USE IT!

We're Bringing Sexy Back!!!

AWW YEAH!!!! CHOIR STARTS TODAY!!! YESSSSS!!!!!!!! I know I'm in the school choir but I LOVE this choir! IT starts today and I'm sooo ohappy I've been bouncing off the walls annoying everyone all day. 'Cause I can't stop talking about it. I love choir so much. It might becom a little confusing with BOTH choirs but I'll deal, cause I love choir as previously stated about twenty times. I'm gonna see all my choir buddies. OMG I can't wait to see Joe! YAY JOE! Lol Joe is so awesome. He's like 60 feet tall. Err 6'0 lol. I should get going. It doesn't start til four but I want to go I wanna be at choir and flip out on all my friends and shnite. I hope Taylors there. Both Taylors. And Evan and Honora and Chelsey said she might drop by. Oh and Brett I wanna see him too!! Man oh man......I Wanna See My Choir Peeps Yo!!!! Lol I gotta call my bff later and tell her choir started. Which means She'll probably be at my next concert As Always. I look forward to the part of the show when she stands up in the audience and yells "GO HALF-WITT!" lol that's always my favorite part of every concert. Well I'm gonna go now! Latah!


You Never Know Til Ya Try,
Sacred Secret

September 11

What's up all? As you know today is 9/11. A tragic day. Now I don't want this to be a depressing post so I'll make it short. I'm holding a moment of silence at9:11 pm. I know it's so way off the actuall time of this tragedy but...at least I'm being respectful right? I hope you've all held a moment of silence in respect for this traumatic event.


God Bless,
Sacred Secret

Nozoic 2

Okay last post had the title 'Nozoic' because I don't think this is a real word yet. I want you to know what my definition is of it.

Nozoic (nuh-zoe-ick)
Verb
Definition: The irritating nasal sound made by objects such as alarm clocks.

What do you think? Good huh? I like it I'm going to submit it to the Websters dictionary site and see if they'll take it. If they don't oh well. I don't care. So how was your summer? Mine was intresting. Kinda boring. Possibly one of the best/worst summers of my life. Right now I think I want to talk about one of my "forbidden" topics. My Dad. I don't know exactly why I want to write about him right now I just do. For those of you that don't know me and my dad don't have the best relationship in the world. He lives in Hawaii with his wife and son. He has a nice little house and he has a nice car. Though the downside of his perfect little life ss that he's in the navy and he hardly sees his family. I live in Washington. As you all know, if you've read my profile. And you knowe what? I don't want to write about him anymore. I want to go listen to music and write in my journal. I did my homework already. Second day of school and I already have homework. What kind of crap? Anyway. ttyl

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

Nozoic

School is weird, and I'm going back today. I have to be there at 7:30. So not long from now. I'm barely awake. But awake enough to be writing this. I think my brain is going to die. I can't keep this "wake up at 6 and go to sleep at 10" thing for much longer. It hurts my insomnia. My body craves the moon and I forever want to stay up and watch its slow yet beautiful dance across the midnight sky. Where this giant pale ball calls to me as it floats carelessly amongst the stars. Where I so desperately long to be. Sometimes I think about joining them. The stars I mean. Just so I can be around the moon. Have conversations with other stars that know about it. I know you don't understand me right now but just keep reading okay? I think if I ever had to go to counseling my mom would have to pay a lot for the extra time I would spend there just for the hell of being with someone I know I can talk to for hour(s). When I think about going to a counselor though I can't help but think that they won't understand me at all. That they'll just nod and smile and pretend their listening and then I'll go back for another session and ask them a question and they'll be like "Oh well, last time didn't really count. And I had so much on my mind blah blah blah." Then I would have to leave. I would have to walk out. My mom would have wasted her money and then I would be without someone to talk to....Again. Still I can't help but wonder if I'm the only one in the world who can live without speaking to anyone and simply observing. I know this would be pretty hard at first but I think I can do it. This part of the blog is just the thoughts that pop into my head so bear with me. I don't understand why people are so greedy. It just doesn't make sense. Why fight and demand and be a backstabber just so you can have that spiffy iPod Nano? It's not even that cool. I find it quite ridiculous. But then again...so are a lot of things. I guess I'll go now... I'm gonna go eat some Golden Puff cereal....

"I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."

Sacred Secret

Bad Poems

So I'm only doing one thing on this post 'cause my friend said I should I'm posting a crappy poem because she likes it so here t is:


Haunted ©

Never ending drifting through the world of the
Living
Simply drifting nothing more
As though death himself has taken refuge upon
My shoulder
Whispering sweet nothings to me
Promising pain nor pleasure, save sweet bliss
Of nothingness
Only to be free in the state
Of mind the crowds
Me
Soon my life will end in a flash of quick
Motions and songs
Sirens of the sea will
Devour
My physical being until my soul
Is left
Floating with no where to go
Soon my spirit will have no where to
Go but deaths awaiting
Arms
Then I will no longer be drifting in the
Sea
Of human flesh I will be an Immortal
Again
Living the undead life only an Immortal
Maybe
Able to live
Death has taken me into his
Arms
Still his warm breath engulfs me
As I dream about his
Promises…..


Don't steal it please.


TWMA,
Sacred Secret

I'm in love with a stripper! Lol no no. Though they refer to him as the soccer stripper. He's not. I just wanted to say that. This post really isn't about anything. I'm going camping on Thursday. That's so sexxy. I haven't gone camping in forever. I hope someday I'll be able to take my kids camping. What can I say? I have overly maternal needs. I Want kids. I don't think I'd be able to live without being able to have my own kids or be around little kids for long periods of time. I love kids. Babies especially. I can't get enough of them. Though....I think it's going to be hard for me to have kids because of the hereditary complications within my family for pregnancy. So yeah. I think that I'm going to go in my room now and crank up some musick, cause I just had a weird mood swing and my mom is pissing me off. Or....I could just recede into my head....I think I'll do both. See you all later.

The picture mimics my mood.

TWMA,

Sacred Secret