Since today was a halfday, I raise my tea bottle in toast to all those poor teachers stuck inside for a boreing meeting (My teacher says halfday meetings are really boreing) Thank you for this extra time for us to be free and have fun. *gloats* Ame* and I biked to my apartments park, enjoying the Spring weather, well, the kinda Spring weather. We both definitely agreed that it was about time for spring *Nudges Mother Earth* Help, my mom is makeing my stupid plastic doll sing. Thats all folks.



*names have changed to protect the innocent I reserve the right to smack you

Numa Numa Yay

Today was a halfday. Always Chaotic, which, for half the credit, I enjoy. It is Weather Awareness Week, so we had a tornado drill. I got an E-mail with some interesting information on how someone found a girl just by simple information she accidentally gave of on the internet. I know to be caucious. Bloggers out there, feel free to TALK

Picture day

Dear fellow Bloggers.
Today was a sporadic day. It always is when Its Picture day. Sometimes I don't like picture because the picture always try to get you to smile with your teeth. I personally HATE to smile with my teeth, so I did'nt. Its as simple as that, a boreing post.

A close call...Or not

Okay, more about moi. I love guinea Pigs, Koalas, Chai Lattes, potatos, swimming, chess, Phantom of the opera, IM, stuffed animals, books, writeing assignments, chocolate, and much more. In 2004, when I was eight, My parents told me that my stepmother and Sister, Aven, were moving back to Texas, where my stepmother was born. Shorty after my parents divorced. We went from a family of seven (stepmom, sister, dad, mom, my brother, Me, and my godfather) To a family of three. (Brother, Me, Mom) I was'nt used to not haveing my sister around. My sister and I, we would play for hours outside. Now she was gone. I felt sad, alone, lost. I stopped eating, I was depressed. Soon, you could count all twelve of my ribs. I was terribley sick. I had to go into therapy, and people urged me to stuff my eyes out. I'm better now, I'm 110 pounds, but those times when I did'nt feel hungry, are the times I realize how close I was to death. Just Kidding, But I was really sick

Welcome

Yay, my first offical post. OK, about me: I am eleven years old. Ever since I was little, I loved to both read and write. No, I'm not a young genius, I'm just a girl. A girl that desperately wants her thoughts to be heard, even if by just one person, I don't care.
Sometimes, I feel hate, like a burning red rage inside me. This feeling normally gets triggered at school. I really hate how some people just assume that I can't play sports right just because I'm a girl. I AM a girl, and I'm so proud that I am! And even if people are so mean to me I scream with anger, Nothing, do you hear me NOTHING! Can change that.