For all those who care, I'm going to be uploading a drawing of mine (rare, I know) called Une Promenade (because a certain SOMEONE wrote in in FRENCH.)

I also am going to become a part of Video Announcements at my school in the editing division, so if our group ever posts stuff on youtube or wherever, I will provide a link.

I severely need to start taking picture again, and I'm considering bringing my camera to school tomorrow,.so all of you who go to my school, watch out.

So far my (real) New Years Wish hasn't come true yet, or my 11:11 wishes, or my....etc.
(I know you all care so much.)

I /should/ have writing to put up, but I've been lazy recently and haven't been writing a thing. Maybe the next piece will be on my wishes....perhaps. Or maybe how much I hate certain people(s).

I'm hoping to be delving into taking some movies with my camera and editing those, and if I get a youtube account, I'll post them there (with the link)

Also, Coraline, Not a childrens book. Just thought I'd let y'all know.

I should also probably be working on my novel, but I haven't been. Coal for me.

Other than this, I feel like something is missing in my life. I seem to have everything that I want right now, but it just doesn't seem like enough. Perhaps I need more life experiences, or maybe I should just find a way to nix Spanish. But I feel like everyday is the same, there is no variation. Just wake up, hurry to get ready for school, get to school, survive, then go home, think about taking a nap, do homework, etc. It lacks zest. The only good times are when I'm in Choir or in Health (where I can get reading done), and History. Something major needs to happen to change this, but I don't know how to accommodate myself to make this happen. You know, I'm kinda like a toy train on a track. It just follows where it is laid out to go, but never goes where it wants to go. It sees the same surroundings day after day and can never experience anything new. It's just more of the same.

So question for y'all-

How do I get out of this deep groove?
Personal experiences?
Spanish Tutors you know?
Ways to change ones life?

Here's to another year gone by, I bet most of us are glad that 2008 is behind us.
Here's to the beginning of the reign of the oh-so majestic President Obama (quite fancy sounding isn't it?), who has promised change to the land
Here's to NOT having Mccain as president, and Palin not as vice-president.
Here's to it being 4:20 right now.
Here's to a year of new expieriances and dreams realized.
Here's to John, who will not be here at this time next year, thank you for your support for the choirs at the hospital, we really appreciate it.
Here's to Color Guard which made 2008 unforgettable, as well as the Marching Band.
Here's to the wind in the last week, perhaps now it will settle down for awhile, so we don't feel our houses become dislodged from the ground.
Here's to all of the soldiers in foreign countries fighting for the Red, White, and Blue.
Here's to the new discoveries of the new year, and the discoveries of past years.
Here's to Y'all and your families,
and
So let's raise our glasses 'cuz here's to the new year, in which anything is possible.

Happy New Years Everyone!

So I'm learning rifle for the winter season of color guard. At first, I was practicing in my oh-so spacious oh-so high ceilinged living room, a perfect place for practice. So along come my parents and say, "You'll break things, and it's too loud when it bangs the floor" It's fucking CARPET. So they banish me to the basement, where apparently it made the most noise from me dropping downstairs.
My basement? No high ceiling, at all, as one would suspect. So all I could do were singles and spins. I accidently hit the vent with a high single, and so now I can't do rifle in the basement. So where am I now sent?
Outside.
For practicing....FUCKING WINTER GUARD!
IT'S FUCKING NEGATIVE NUMBERS.
IT'S FUCKING SNOWING.
IT'S FUCKING COLD.

FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT.

This is like telling my dad "Your ham radio is too disruptive, taken out into the fucking snow you bastard." This is like telling my mom "Your fucking horseback riding lessons are too much fun for you, so you'll have to stop them."
This is like telling my sister to "fuck off you retard" with my mom in the presence.

Screw it. I'm spinning, maybe not when you're around, or maybe when you are around. I will spin as long as my dad does ham radio, and I will spin as long as my mom does horseback riding. I will continue to spin as long as my sister is a retard. I will never fucking give it up, and my parents won't make me.

I just uploaded a helluva lot of things. I'm send my condolences to the people who's message boxes displayed 20-30 new messages because of my fickleness. And I'm sorry that I didn't upload these sooner.

I'm worried about you right now. I'm worried about how your homework may correlate to your family life, or home life, or whatever is going on and I see that you don't care again. All I want to do is reach out a hand to you, but I'm afraid you'll push me away again. I'm afraid of your rejection...Is there anyway that I can help you? I mean this. I am willing to help you with homework, or be there to talk with you. It doesn't have to be anything more than that, I promise. I'm worried about you, and my emotions shouldn't play a role in this until you are ready for them to play a role.

If teachers are worried, then I am pass worry. I hope you know that. And seeing you sleep during that class, I worry about the amount of sleep your getting at night and why you don't get all the sleep that you need. I'm worried that homework and other work is overwhelming you and that your pushing yourself too hard. I've gone through it, and I took the lame way out, depression pills. But I want to help you, because I think that your better than the easy way out, I think that you stand a chance, and are stronger than I am.

I just want to help you.