Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual Senior Status. Classes: 1st: AP English IV 2nd: AP Calculus 3rd: Pre-AP Physics I 4th: LUNCH (major bummer, destroyed my 11 year streak of the last lunch) 5th: AP Latin IV 6th: CP World History 7th: CP Chemistry II More updates later on. God the editing option is horrible, I wish I could delete this but ES won't allow you. BUMMER. ...Created 2009-08-20 06:35:10

Journal: Build Character -------------------------------------------Mood: Stripperish. Well it's almost been a whole month since I've been on Elite Skills, and I think it was a nice break from the site. I just did a short scan of the site and nothing really has changed as I had hoped. All the empty promises that people made on this site seem to just vanish. Enough of the nagging though, it's not about you guys at all (it's probably been ordinary for most of you guys anyways); it's me time. The last time I was around here, it was April 22nd? Before I went offline, mi madre got really sick. We were talking about three weeks of extreme wheezing and coughing. During the nights, I could hear her from the other side of the house gasping for air. I'll bet you the humid air inside didn't help at all either. She quickly became sleep deprived because she would always worry and cough her lungs. I didn't know what to do with her and I urged her to go the doctor. I knew off the bat that my mom didn't have a good insurance plan and she didn't have an official doctor that she could see on a daily basis, but I wanted her to get better so she wouldn't suffer. It wasn't until the day she collapsed at work to decide to go to the emergency room. I couldn't leave her at the hospital by herself so then I tagged along. I didn't know how long it would take, but I wasn't going to leave her anytime soon. This was the woman who I jokingly tell everyone that I was born from her bum. I'll tell you all now, I I believe somewhat in the Oedipus Complex (besides the wanting of screwing your mother and naming your child Antigone)where the child's bond with the mother can't be broken by any third parties. For thirty-four hours, I was there by my mom's side while she was being treated for sever bronchitis, and every moment that passed by, I recorded in a journal. I ranges from the story of Mr. Sparks and his poor wife to the disoriented Mary. I eventually had to leave the hospital the day after she was admitted because I had school the next day and I believed that she would be fine. A few weeks later, she was in excellent condition until she saw the bill. $8000 for all the breathing treatments, food, and time, but the insurance slimmed it down to a still gruesome $2000. About a month back, it was the week of prom. Now, I've never been to a prom before, but I'll tell you all now, don't pass it up, you at least need to go once. I'm usually not the one to be too enthusiastic about things, but if you love to party with your friends and have and enjoying time in fancy suits, then prom is your thing. It's always fun to dress up in formal clothing ever once in a while, it makes you feel important, rich, and polite. Lady Gaga's Poker Face was the first song played, but I missed in when I watching my table's cameras, etc. My fair counterpart was Sweet-n'-Lo, she was dressed in a purple dress and she brought her sophomore friend too. The whole night though, I wasn't paying attention to S-n-Lo all night because I was a moving grooving machine. My fair counterpart was Sweet-n'-Lo, she was dressed in a purple dress and she brought her sophomore friend too. The whole night though, I wasn't paying attention to S-n-Lo all night because I was a moving grooving machine. I danced with Ballz (a female I mentioned in one of my previous journals) to some old school swing, I cha-cha'd with Science Nun, Holly Molly (this one girl who can be a wee bit loud), their boyfriends, and a ton of other people. Things could have gotten dirty during some songs, but I assure you that I took no part of dry humping or any sexual activities. Hmmm, the only thing I could complain though is the large ratio of butt-to-butt rubbing compared to actual dancing. That dance floor was smaller than I thought and it got really hot in the middle. I tried to get Sir English to dance, but he's too conservative and too self-conscious about moving too much. Please, it doesn't matter and I really don't like it when people just stand on the floor staring at you. I also danced with Peanut's escort, and later on I told him which severely made him depressed. Maybe I shouldn't have done that or maybe it was the girl who screwed him over (afterall, she was leading him on until she got a boyfriend, housewrecker). Prom was amazing, but after prom was pretty sweet. Lady Lei picked me up from the bowling alley and we headed for Thaigirl's bonfire. Lemme give you the lowdown for Lady Lei, Thaigirl, and Vietboy. Lady Lei and Vietboy were both in my AP Bio class and we talked from time time time. I first met Thaigirl and Vietboy my freshman year at a football game. Back then, they belonged to a group called the Asian Assassination Squad (no joke, they had shirts for the AAS). The bonfire consisted of seniors and college students and I was the only junior there. I felt undermined for a little bit with thirty other people there talking about drama I had no idea about. The whole time we were there, we were just jamming outside telling stories until Maku (crazy freshman in college who ran marathons for fun) came. The rest of the night consisted of Maku and me against Sweet-n'-Lo's cousin, ItaliaLo, and Naziboy in "Ski" pong. We didn't have Ski, but we did have a lot of knockoff Dr. Pepper and 7Up. It was us against the Axis and for the most part, we lost. I did make a nice off of Naziboy's ass (it was flat like a backboard). So I spend six hours at Thaigirl's house after prom, it was the best six hours of my life because I met a lot of people at the end of the year. I couldn't believe I didn't hang around these people sooner. It's a shame that most of them will be going to college next year. In the next two weeks of prom I was elected president of CHS's Latin Club with ease, it was an accomplishment I knew I could win because it's like what Grandpa Joe from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory said (or around the lines), "You have a better chance of winning Charlie because you want it more than anyone else." Well guess what, Grandpa Joe was right for a second time too, I also got president of National Honor Society with a win of 30:4. It might have been my speech and the clarity of really wanting this position. People like me who aren't as financially stable appreciate the charity strangers bestow. I'm also excited to say that I get to work with Cookie, Peanut, and Corn next year too. I urged all three of them to run for it because I knew that they could win and it would be the ideal team. Cookie got vice president (there's a funny story. For the past two years, the Prez. and VP have dated, oh my.) which I knew for sure that she would win because the people who were running against her had nothing on her. She's the top student in our class and she's extremely involved at our school. I don't really see why she didn't go for president, she could have won. Peanut got secretary (he was a bit reluctant to run), but it took two voting rounds. There were three people running and it ended up with two people winning. In the second bout, he won by one vote. Now my treasurer Corn, I was worried about at first, but when she went up there, I was amazed at how much she wanted to do this. Her speech was the best out of everyone who spoke. She was sincere about this job as much (or maybe even more) than I was. I just hope that Corn can keep up with all the stuff she's been doing. I wouldn't want my cabin any other way because they're my best friends who I can trust. Now lemme tell you the situation I went through these past two weeks or so. It was so ironic that the happiest day of my life would be the beginning of something much horrible. Whenever I came home, I didn't notice anything at all. I went into the living room and I saw my mom just sitting there not watching TV. That was odd, she's always watching TV. She then said, "we don't have electricity." She had also bought food before she knew that the electricity out and days later everything was spoiled. Let me tell you, those two weeks, I have three AP tests and barely any food to energize me. I haven't been studying extensively, but now without light, I wouldn't have time. The only light I went by was either natural sunlight or candle. Each test got harder and harder. US History was nothing and Biology was moderately difficult. English, I think, was the hardest. I couldn't concentrate at all. This was probably a week into having no electricity. What killed me the most was the third prompt which had to to directly relate to me. Basically I had to qualify the idea of hardships creating character. I've been through so much stuff in one month, ups ands and plenty of downs, but I haven't thought about giving up. Karma does come around in a full circle though, my friends Lady Lei and Vietboy came several times after graduation to visit me during school. They found solutions to my problems and I'm very fortunate to have such people who care so much. They're trying to get money to fix my mom's vehicle. The mom's SUV has been having engine problems. The reason why I really wanted to write a journal today is the fact that I had the best day yesterday. I'll probably leave out most things out since I want to be in and out. I've learned my lesson of being too close to the computer. Anyways, Thaigirl and Vietboy picked me up after school to go swimming. Boy, I'm not in the best shape that's for sure and the water was amazing. Later on that night, we had another bonfire at Vietboy's neighbor's house. They were even considerate enough to get turkey dogs (I'm on a no-mammal diet, a chickenfishatarian). The Squirt and s'mores were awesome, and of course, yours truly wouldn't be satisfied if he didn't have mustard on his s'mores. Yummy. Later on that night, we played truth or dare and usually I'm called prude. I showed them all up. So this was who was playing: Thaigirl, Vietboy, Wolf (fat kid from Physiology class, he's funny), Chinaboy (senior with amazing cheekbone structure, Chinese equivalent to Zac Effron), and Smiller (a funny and geeky, yet extremely attractive-looking and cool girl). Most of the time, they made Vietboy eat food off of Chinaboy. Wolf had to dance for thirty seconds because of Thaigirl's dastardly dare and it was hilarious. He reminds me of Chunk from The Goonies only more goofy in dancing and he could pole dnace. Thaigirl had to dance like a black girl in front of me and we were just like, "we're still friends after this, right?" Whenever they asked me the question, I said, "dare, baby." Through the night, I think I did five dares: 1) Tweak Chinaboy's nipples 2) Give Thaigirl a lap dance 3) Motorboat (the act of blowing a razzberry and shaking your head into some person's chest) Wolf 4) Eat mustard off of Thaigirl's clavicle and 5) Do a strip tease. My favorite was the strip tease and I think everyone loved that A LOT. They all knew they couldn't get me with anything with food because I'd eat anything. I was nervous at first, but then it came natural to me. Take tips everyone. I first walked back as I was nervous, but for some reason I got more comfortable. I looked back and bit my fingernails as if I was some slut and then I started to struck forward while playing with my shirt. The shirt was the hardest to get off, but once you get past that point, you have total control. I did the nifty crotch-floss with my shirt and tossed it forward into the crowd. By this time, they were roaring. I ripped off my belt and I cracked it to the floor while moving my hips, by now, I think I had control of the floor. For the finale, I dipped down and stripped to my boxers. Golly, I can't believe that happened, but I was applauded. As long as I can entertain and make people happy, that's all that matters. That's what I've been up to, seriously. I'm ghetto, I'm fortunate, and I'm stripping. ...Created 2009-05-23 13:53:36

Journal: Dancing Mad -------------------------------------------Mood: Cold yet filled with warmth Are you now showing signs of weakness? Do I taunt you? Does your blood rush when you hear my name? You don't know who the savage is in this game, my friend. I've came a long way from where I started and I'm not turning back just to apologize. Farewell to your dreams and welcome to my frenzy. [PLACEHOLDER AND A PROMISE FOR A REAL JOURNAL] ...Created 2009-01-03 10:28:48

Journal: Blagomorph -------------------------------------------Mood: SORE like a 64y.o. whore. Do to the rabid fans, click on le blog link and viola. ...Created 2009-01-02 00:22:16

Journal: Fizzle -------------------------------------------Mood: Boom in the back! Halloween. Totally the best holiday that a kid can celebrate. I know, I know; what's a sixteen year old kid like me doing outside begging for candy? It's free. Especially the excitement. Boy, I have a story to tell y'all. See, Rumbla and I always plan out our weekend before we actually do with it. She's always looking for the next best thing, I'm looking one above that. I decided that we should go t-o-ting. She already had the mullet wig and the bob so I asked her if I could borrow the blond bob. My first plan for Halloween had me dressing up as Hannah Montana. I didn't want to spend ten dollars and Libby Lu's just to be some fifteen year old yiff toy to old perverted men. Nah. I was going to do better. Instead, I was to become a Rushin' Supermodel! This also gave Peanut a chance to score with Rumbla. As time went on, I aided Peanut in his long road for Rumbla's heart. Of course, I had to rig slots. I informed Rumbla about Peanut's affection for her and gave her a head's up for the future. Cookie told me that she didn't believe they wouldn't get far. I gotta say, Cookie is very smart and wise. If anyone can predict the future with calculus and physics, it's her. So far, things are looking grim for her. Anyways, Rumbla starts to hug Peanut and hold hands with him, but that's not him working his magic, it's her. See, it's like this: I work the minds here, and the puppets move to my fingers. Even in the notes that Peanut writes me (this boy needs a thesaurus, talk about "blah, blah, blah") explains that he's the one not initiating the move. He tells me that he feels stupid (I couldn't personally blame him, but for the sake of my journal, I'll think otherwise). Anyways, Friday morning strolled along. I already did my morning ritual of thirty minutes of dance. I was pumped for the day. I even wore shorts in fifty degree weather. Halloween was going to be amazing. I had Honey Bunches of Oats and a banana for the morning. I took leftover Chinese from last night. The night before was volunteer work for the library, so that was another bonus for me. 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and the first forty-five minutes of 4th hour breezed by. By 11:45 A.M., I was scheduled to donate blood. Let me tell you now, I didn't get to eat lunch at all. My stomach was churning and my lips dried up. The harsh sun singed my thick n' nasty horse mane (my coarse hair). It took the rest of 4th hour, 5th hour, and most of 6th hour to actually go through to the first trial. Yep, it was Ballz and I waiting for two hours in the gym. When we got called up to see if we were even eligible, they took us into private sections of the gym. They asked us all sorts of questions and took an iron test. The Red Cross lady took this one device and shot my middle finger. The blood started to bloom from the tiny prick. It was awesome. She said that 12.5 (or around there) should be your targeted iron count. I was 17.3 (she told me that was high). After that, I went to the other side of the gym to give out blood. I skipped half of the people in front of me and I was instantly giving blood. Beforehand, I heard from the other side, "OH MY GAWD!" No one else heard it until I overheard it was someone below the second floor screaming When I got up there, the needle plunging into my skin wasn't as bad as I thought. Just a li'l "zing" and that's all. If you don't like needles, you won't make it. Lemme tell you, I wasn't up there for long. I filled my bag up earlier than those who were still up there. I was up there for five minutes top. After that, I got to eat! Eating is really awesome (truly). I had four boxes of raisins, three bags of chips, three chocolate chip cookies, a bottle of water, and some apple juice. I basically used that eating time to get out of 7th hour. When I returned to Uhura's class, all she wanted me to do is read my book until we left school. Yay! By seven o'clock, I was running after Rumbla's car with a wooden bat. My brother told me that the bat was our dad's, but I doubt it. It has no relevance to him, but now it's my crowd control. I wore my mom's sweet red corduroy pants, a plain white tee, and a sweet orange jacket. Inside my pillowcase I had a ski mask and hooker hooves. Rumbla brought DJ Loud (tall black kid, loud and more charismatic than politicians) and Melvin (tall black kid who's just plain dorky). When we reached the school, Sir English and Sino-Anglo were drawing penises on Peanut's truck. I fixed on my heels and blond wig and we were ready to go. I was the Rushin' Supermodle, Rumbla was the mullet gangsta, Peanut was a lifeguard (pfft, couldn't save his own life), Sir English was our "chaparone", Sino-Anglo was an idiot, DJ Loud was given my bat so he could be a baseball player, and Melvin was Melvin. The neighborhood was fairly nice. It was around the school, nothing very fancy nor subordinary. I gotta tell you, heels are hell, guys. The first hour or so, these things were killing my legs. I did though, manage a front flip in them. As we were walking through the streets, we met Jason and his axe. Pfft, I went straight fo' that sucker and got in his face. He was like, "you shouldn't do that" and I was like, "oh yeah?" He slammed his axe into the grass and I was totally unimpressed. I steadily walked (by this time the heels were off and my butt was swinging side to side, DJ Loud said I got that hoochie swing. Rumbla was complaining that her pants were hard to keep on. That's what you get for being a gangster.) back. Rumbla and Sino-Anglo went up there to stare at him, but Jason slammed his axe into the ground again sending them far and wide. After a while or so, we got tired of trick-or-treating and went back to the parking lot. DJ Loud wanted to see if his check came in. Everyone but Sir English (had to meet one of his consorts) went to Wendy's. DJ Loud, Melvin, and I started to get our groove on to some nasty rap when it came on. Rumbla was blushing and laughing like an idiot when it came to our singing. I feel like I was drunk or something. When we arrived, I realized that all the colored people took one car and all the white people took the truck. That's so friggin' racist. Anyways inside Wendy's, we did absolutely nothing. Rumbla and I was jonin' (jonin: the act of jocking, hating, or insulting) on this one girl who had skunk hair (blond and black hair). Melvin and DJ Loud were reenacting a Spongebob Squarepants scene. We decided then to go to the nearby Wal-Mart to play Wal-Mart tag. Inside, we saw a bunch of wierdos. It doesn't surprise me though, Wal-Mart is the house of oddballs. Inside the mart, we all scream out "not it" besides Sino-Anglo. We all spread out in every direction. Knowing that everyone forgets about it, I headed for the gardening center. In the next ten-fifteen minutes, I set up a lawn chair and wait out my term. Finally, I get bored enough and go looking for the rest of them. This time, it was a three-way tie between Rumbla, Peanut, and Melvin. I guess Rumbla beat the two of them because she was one of the first ones I met. We decided to hide together, but we didn't know where to go. In our last attempt of hiding, we decided to hide on top of exercising material. We waited it out for a few minutes and started talking about her and Peanut. I asked her if she did anything she would regret, and she said, "No, if I did, you would here it from (bleep)'s mouth in a note." I'm glad that I have a friend that would stick through sticky situations. Boy, it only got stickier. A Wal-Mart associate walked up to our hiding spot, looked down at both of us, and stared for five seconds. After he left saying absolutely nothing, we decided to run for it. Finally, we decided on the tire section. Boy, she is something. I can now see what Peanut finds in her. Unfortunately, we were found first. After that game, we quit and headed outside for the cars. Melvin chased after a cat in the parking lot of Wal-Mart and Home Depot. Sino-Anglo and DJ Loud were debating about politics. Peanut was a bit tired (I could tell by his pissy attitude, but I enjoy the abuse). Rumbla decides to swing me around in a cart until I almost tip over and bust my head open. I stood up in the cart and I did my Michael Jackson poses for the lovely crowd. When Melvin came back empty handed, DJ Loud, Rumbla, and I all crowded into Peanut's truck and got crunked off of T.I.'s CD. I'll tell you, we are pretty bad ass with our syncro-clapping and shimmying. Peanut and Sino-Anglo decided to blow us off, so all of Rumbla's squad headed home. Boy, I'll never forget October 31st, 2008. I hope everyone else had an awesome Halloween because I know for sure that I did. ...Created 2008-11-02 05:38:05

Journal: Schoolio -------------------------------------------Mood: Livin' live. Being bold. I'm totally sorry that I haven't written since that last rant, but y'all should know that school takes a toll on lives. Yes, the place where we live half of lives is at school. It's the place where you get to see your friends for seven hours. It's the place where anything can go. Well, mostly everything. I mean, you can't have sex in the bathrooms. Well, yeah you can. That's a different story and I might get to it if I ever ask anyone who experienced that ditty. Bathroom sex, that's totally gross. I won't get into it. Nope. You're not going to hear a single word about it. Anyways, sex is not the topic (maybe later on in the journal, I promise though, it'll be PG to PG-13). It's the place where we learn, it's the institution that keeps thugs and hoods from entering our lives. School is important; I beg you now, take it seriously. Lemme tell you 'bout first hour. It's Pre AP Pre Calculus. I have a calculator and Ellen Degeneres as a teacher. She's totally cool. I feel that the class is too slow for me. Last year was an actual challenge. Maybe it's because I know all of this already. I have a lot friends in there. There's this blond girl who I'll call Cookie. -Cookie: taller than me, sporty, kind, mother-like See, I sit in the very back and she sits in the very front. The times where we have to work on papers is when we sit in the corner and hide behind the cabinet. We don't do work. In fact, it's the hardest place to do work. Last Thursday we had a substitute teacher. That sub was a total bitch. She thought she could control our class. Please, you've only been out of high school for probably five years. Cookie and I were sitting in the back with Sir English, Sino-Anglo, and Peanut. -Sir English: very quiet, very shy, portly guy, quit the football team for a gal -Sino-Anglo: sometimes annoying, very perverted oriented, white guy with "distinguished" eyes -Peanut: daddy's boy, sporty, dork, bad dancer They all seem to revolve around me. Ya know, it's 'cause I'm the main character of the story. Anyways Cookie was tired. I didn't know what her problem was, but she laid her head on me. EEEEK! I seriously hate when I come into contact with anyone. It shouldn't happen. I start acting stupid and retarded and more stupid than before! Did I mention that my fact tightens and my face turns red?! She decided on that position for five minutes so I just went along with it. I rested my head on hers. All of a sudden, Sino-Anglo takes a picture of us. No! That's so horrible! I could see that Peanut and Sir English were laughing. C'mon! A few minutes later, she positions her head on my thigh. Her head is hot. I asked her what she was cooking in her head and she replied that she was cooking lots of things. Anyways, I joined Math Club. Before I move on, I gotta note other members of that class. -Science Nun: quiet, very smart, religious, band peep -Guinealick: yellow, nerdy, annoying, small, disliked by lots of peeps, guinea pig w/ cowlick -Ballz: creepy laugh, bubbly, likes older boys Gosh, I cannot stress this enough. I heavily dislike my CP Physiology class. In the last four weeks, we' have two tests. That's okay, but the teacher (who closely resembles LeVar Burton from Reading Rainbow) likes to mutter the whole lesson under his breath. Golly gee mister, I want to learn. Everyone in that class is a stranger to me; even those who I am slightly acquainted with. There's no one here worth mentioning besides Emocrotch. -Emocrotch: quiet, goat-faced, hater on anyone he doesn't know personally 3rd hour AP Biology II. That class if off its rocker. It's easy and fun. Ballz and Sir English were in my class. This past Thursday we went into the woods behind the school to go find whatever we could. Being the tree monkey I am, I trudged through the woods the fastest in search of anything interesting. It was a fairly cool day so I wasn't sweating my face off. It was a nice field trip. I ran into a spiderweb and got stuck in branches. What was so awesome though is that a couple people found a skeleton. I used my shirt to carry most of the bones. When we were trying to find a way out, I think Sir English stepped on a rat or something. I heard some blood curdling squeaking. After we met up with our teacher (blond, middle-aged bar-hopper, she should totally be a sex-ed teacher), we trudged down the hill, went back into the classroom, and played with the turtles. I had to wear my dirty T-formers shirt all day. AP U.S. History. Gordo = Peter Griffin from Family Guy. The appearance is just uncanny. I bet the character designer of Family Guy met Gordo before. I have a 105% in that class; that's higher than my Latin grade. I compete against Whoreton in my tests, snicker at Bithorpey's sense of style, or practice dance moves with Rumbla. Nothing happens to me in that class except for the perfect essays I can conjure up. -Whoreton: sometimes hater, same thoughts as I do, a friend I really consider -Bithorpey: emo fashion sense, graphic designer, crackly voice, bisexual, Kool-Aid 'stache 24/7 -Rumbla: half n' half, tall, v-ball player, part of the dance crew Forget studyhall, I don't have anyone except for Ballz. We're not allowed to speak during study hall. Lunch though, it's just plain weird. I hate the whole idea of the table. Lemme give you the cast before I get anywhere else. -Whoreton -Beef: Whoreton's boyfriend, steroid user, passive to underclassmen, wrestler -Amerinazi: cheater, sunburnt, ex-boyfriend of Vanilla -Vanilla: best friend, bit overpowering, less bubbly than Ballz -Mexilisp: woman-undermining, lisp, Mexicano -Wolf: rolly, curly haired, bright child -Fugface: once skinny now fat, karma bit him -Emoantional: Bithorpey's BFF w/ benefits -Green: Amerinazi's mistress I'm near the center of the table so I have to listen to all their crap. Everyone but Fugface, Emoantional, and Green is to my left. I don't talk to those three because I've lost respect for all of them. Fugface was once a skinny, blond headed kid who thought he was funny. He's not. The funny thing is that he got chunky. Green was once Vanilla's friend, but now she sits at the other side of the table. Emoantional is just annoying as heck. Bleck, get a real haircut. Sometimes I talk to Wolf. He's in my Physiology class, but I don't talk to him often in that class. He's cool if he's not trying to be dorky. I try to avoid Mexilisp because we don't agree on some of the topics that come up. They're a bit degrading to men because they try to lower women. Whoreton snapped on Beef Thursday. You should've heard her when Beef accidentally spilled his lemonade on her. She totally flipped out and yammered, "you stupid fucking bitch. What the fuck is wrong with you?..." Poor beef, he has to be bossed around by her and be tormented by me. It's not that I hate the guy or anything, I'm just sometimes mean-spirited. I don't know why Amerinazi still torments Vanilla. She's broken up with you and you need to get that through. If you didn't like how she ran things, you should have spoken up and asked to her to take it slow, but instead you badger her with your presence. Please relocate yourself. Unfortunately, I am bound to the table. I totally want to sit by Peanut, but everyone else will get angered. Boy, I love that Peanut. Pre AP Latin III. Salvete! Though not one of the best, Regina Latinae is one of the best around the area. In fact, we're the only Latin program in the Southwestern Conference. Our class gets in a lot of trouble with the CP Latin III kids (we share the same room, same teacher). -Talk Shit: Pre AP, condescending, pig-face, hypocrite, potential to be bright, pot-lover, goofy in presence -Pilaf: band peep, tall, goofy, Pre AP -Ned: CP, tall, talkative, blatantly loud -Buhok: layered hair, wee racist, Pre AP -Lindback: blond, cute, ditzy, Pre AP Talk Shit is the person I have the most trouble with. He's the fashion policeman that curtails all of my moves. I wish he could just stop and act normal. Sir English told me that his girlfriend was emo. I thought he hated people who loathed all the time, hypocrite. He needs to stop talking because crap flows out with every verse he spits out. Stop. Halt. End. Ned is probably the only funny person in our class. He will randomly run his mouth from time to time screaming out, "Vagina." Vagina in Latin though is sheath. I usually speak to Pilaf, Buhok, and Lindback because they're the three closest to me. I sit in the front because I was stuck with it. All the quiet people plus that one annoying kid sit back there and talk. They love the Twilight series. It's okay and I don't mind it. Thursday, my teacher left me in charge on Friday for taking notes. I wish people wouldn't try and persuade me that they were doing such and such. No. I try to be honest and you're not going to break my streak either. AP English III: that's the class I have the most trouble with. Our teacher, Uhura, is like a Trekkie or at least Teletran. Her force is so great that you can feel the pressure when you enter her room. Peanut is in that class and he likes to talk loud. It's nothing short of a loon house with Uhura teaching. Wednesday, she was surprisingly passing out papers. The bell rang and I left a flower on her desk. I don't know if she found out, but she called to to her desk the next day. My face gets red whenever I talk to anyone, especially those drat Socratic Seminars. She told me about the change in my grade (D to something else) and asked me if I wanted a note from her explaining that she messed up. I said no because I was already grounded. Before I left her messy desk that obviously needed some work, she commented on my dirty Transformers shirt. We're totally compatible if she ever decides to leave her husband. :P Yesterday was so amazing. It was a half day. We all got out of at 11:25. The plan was for a lot of us to go to Cafe Spumoni. Science Nun along with her friends, Vanilla, and Amerinazi were all supposed to go. Peanut wanted to go, but he had to sex his lawn up. So it was just Science Nun, her friends, and I. I got the sandwich that had all the fixings. Go Cafe Spumoni. -Raptor: makes raptor noises, tall, goes out with a pothead -Holly: laughs lots, bright, optimistic, wants to see me spontaneously break out in dance Raptor took me home. We were jamming to some of her rock music until she switched it to 99 Red Balloons by Goldfinger. Boy, I love that song so much. After I got home, I went to sleep for a while until it was like 3 o'clock. I woke up, played with my action figures, and ate some pizza before going to the football game. When I arrived at the football game, I just remembered that our team has never won against the guest team in forty-seven years. That's a long time in a football dynasty. I sat with my cousin and we watched the game for the first half. Her one friend was a live for the most part. We were actually winning by 21 to 14 by the first half. I usually support the cheerleaders and the band peeps because they're pretty amazing. One of my cousins is a cheerleader, and Pilaf and Holly are the directors of the band. They rock a lot. No joke. The second half of the game started and met up with Sir English, Peanut, Chile (annoying kid, doesn't get a description), Hobbit (small fry), Cookie, Mallard (curly hair, okay dude), and Mallard's Wife. We watched as our team crushed the others (our football team sucks, we lose constantly). Rumbla comes over to talk to Cookie and I and so I bring up something: the dance off. Rumbla and I are going to dance against Peanut Sept. 25th in a cave. I call out Peanut to a dance off right now, but he doesn't want to. We start to break it down and he's backing out. That's just a taste of what he's going to get. The night ended with us winning 59 to 21. School pride baby, school pride. ...Created 2008-09-20 18:14:08

Journal: Our Species -------------------------------------------Mood: Temperature Level. Hot-Cold. All men are giant douche-bags. No joke. Seriously. Our social life is so diverse, but it seems that only the vice get in the way. It's only expressed as malign thoughts; our minds are the prisms and no light shines upon them. There is no clarity, no justice for for the deceased chivalry. Of course, I'm not talking about myself; it's something I've witnessed for two years. I am the shadow that watches upon the unwary. Lemme get to the bullshit first. Notice I used, "bullshit." This is an example of diction. Diction is known as wisely choosing words to fit the context. My day would've been amazing if one of my best friends hadn't cheated on my other best friend. Are you kiddin' me? That's two years that you've been going out. I've been there from thick and thin and I said that it would last forever. This would be the couple that would have had children. This was my couple to foresee. I've even trusted my Vanilla into his hands. You don't screw around with my Vanilla. You jack up the flavor, and then you don't have Vanilla Coke. Of course, I'm speaking of the person in "Ten Ways You Know You Miss Them." And only a bitch would not admit what he did was wrong. Only a "break", whatever. Double whatever. Don't try taking advantage of my friend. My friend. Not yours. Go ahead. Take her. Wait, I didn't tell my fellow ESers who the was? I'll tell you, alright. She's the friend of my friend who broke up with her boyfriend. She's the one that sits at our lunch table and chats with all of us. She's the one that was always invited to the youth group. Like me, my friend had a knack for taking in friends and going to youth group. Bare in mind, this is a Christian church that we attend (though I'm "Catholic"), and this was where the affair of such started. Ugh. You'll totally be sorry because we all know you the same dog you were a year ago. Yes, a year ago. This happened before. He'll come back crawling with his tail behind his legs. ================= Like, Oh-em-gee. Today was the best (whatever) day ever. Not even going to lie. Okay, 1st (Pre AP Pre Calculus) and 2nd (CP Physiology) was a bunch of crap due to the fact I hate my Physio teacher. Gosh he's not funny. LIKE O-M-G. 3rd hour came along and it was totally amazing. Not even kidding you. It was like the highlight and euphoria of the day! I held a giant constrictor in my friggin' hand. The leathery feeling and the power! If I can totally get my comp. to download my pic then I'd show you all. Snakes and soooooooo friggin' amazing. I heard that this one senior guy screamed and ran into the back of the room. Whatev. People should take risks. The grass is much greener on the other side. Just by handling the snake gave me the will to work on. 4th hour and 5th were okay. 6th hour was hilarious when the kid handling the snakes came and scared the Latin teacher. That could be another highlight. 7th hour was okay until the crazy Afromerican English teacher started to ramble (which is like the first minute). My school day went well. I went to the football game with BK, LF, and MU. The first half we sat in the bleachers cheering on our awesome band, color guard, and cheerleaders. They were cheering on our team. Not I, they. During the second half, I spend most of my time flip-flopping through three groups. One-third of the time I was spending time with Vanilla. When her "boyfriend" came over, me and this other chick, JC, decided to avoid looking or speaking. They needed to sort this out, but we were always there to step in. The second third composed of talking to TP. Boy, I love his pudgeness. SO hawt. The last part was with MU, BK, and this one girl. Yeah, you might think you know who she is, but she's not that girl. I always enjoy talking to her whenever I get the chance to. She makes me smile-not-so-painfully. After the game, BK, LF, and this other kid, RT, all went to BK's truck 'cause he was giving me a ride home. Now, I'll tell ya, I like 'em big. I had enough space to sprawl my legs out. While we were waiting for this other kid, CB, we were cranking those tunes up so loud that I thought my ears were going to burst. We also had fun screaming out STD's out the truck windows. Gonorrhea anyone? How about some syphilis? Yeast infection? That's how I ended my night. --------------------- I'm pretty sure I had another idea before writing this journal, but this is most recent I can remember right now. Lunch is going to suck. ...Created 2008-08-30 04:20:24

Journal: Heroes/P.O. -------------------------------------------Mood: Not the final farewell. Be happy. :D Heroes. That is H-E-R-O (singular) and H-E-R-O-E-S (plural). I believe that everyone has the ability within to be a hero. A hero is not a fable we read in comic books or literature, they are out there working everyday to make the world better for themselves or for the sake of others. Whether it be some friendly neighborhood spider or a murderer’s murderer, heroes exist. I would like to speak to all the mothers out there for a moment. There is a reason why Mother’s Day exists and that is because you went through all that pain to have kids. Sure most of us teenagers out there might not respect you, but deep down, we love you for all your hard work. You clean, feed, and teach us with every bit of love you tend to us with. Fathers are there to protect there family. A son should be able to idolize his father for his bold imput. Some may be malign, but those who care are those who deserve a medal of honor. They are there to protect and ask advice for. Some may be dim than others, but they only want the best. Police and firefighters are heroes that are underpaid and underrated. They are out there risking their own hide to help the community benefit. Without the police, criminals and rapists could be running our countries. Do not disrespect the authority unless you strongly believe in your belief. They are out there for your benefit. Firefighters are out there fighting the deadly forces. Their jobs are strainuous so be patient with them. Teachers and mentors. Personally, I believe the more strict a teacher is, the better. Discipline is there to mold you into a respectable individual. Teachers are there to teach you essentials in our cruel world. If you have ever spoken to a teacher, they are quite useful for advice. They are also there to protect you from harm. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ P.O. (Pestilence’s Office or Post Office as I now call it) is a story that I worked on during the past year. I am currently working on the second draft and going through it. For those who have read it through, don’t worry. I will not change any of the characters around. There are minor tweaks and more stories added on. For those unfortunate readers who caught on later or those who haven’t read it yet, please feel free to read the first draft now as it is open. Bare in mind, I need to fix up a lot of mistakes and such. (Look @ education page or go to http://www.eliteskills.com/rp/entry/4726) ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ For those who wanted superheroes, I’ve got them here. These are superheroes/villains that I picked out. (Just in case they come, I do not own any of these character. Marvel Comics, DC Comics, Campcom, King of Fighters, Animal Crossing, etc.) E. Haruno: The venomous heroine of Pestilence’s Office. Hired as a medic for Pestilence Co., Erika is one of the more essential characters to be watching for. She’s mostly described as a serpent for her dual-persona. On one side of the stick, you have this cunning warrior whos every moment stuns people. Her fighting style consists of off-the-scale jumping, fancy handwork, and tossing allies and enemies alike towards her target. The young woman is very ambitious in her own plot and dislikes taking orders from her superior officer. On the other side, Erika Haruno is tending to wounds and caressing her current "candy". K. Haruno: The cocky and arrogant Haruno. As the second child, he is looked down upon as the baby of the family. Kenji is not a complex person to be chums with. You either agree with what he has to say or you just watch him rush into battle straight forward. He is somehwat of a hound when it comes to hunting women down. He cannot resist any cute girl’s charm and goes head over heels at first site. At first, Pestilence Co. did not hire Kenji at all; he instead, tagged along with Erika. Later on, he was hired into the field lieutenant position. Kenji is fond of being up front with his foes and prefers many styles of fighting. His styles consists of acrobatics, flowing dance-esque backfisting, and hookswords-fighting style borrowed from Saturday morning cartoon shows. R. Haruno: The single mother of Kenji and Erika Haruno. A docile nurse that overworks herself to the bare bone, Reiko is a woman of many secrets and none of them have leaked until Pestilence’s Office. Adopting an older generation’s last name, Reiko Shade is a pretty shady character indeed. First, she has never revealed to her children who their father was and then she goes after the man she once loved. W. Illumina: The third child of Mr. and Mrs. Illumina. Willis is the passive lion looking for nothing. Lacking a backbone, anyone could push around the reclusive Willis Illumina. Pestilence Co. though has some interest in the dim child. Hiring him along with Finnigan Zip, Erika Haruno, and Tetra Rutila, the company gained much attention from the press. This proved little change in Willis’s mind. He was not interested in being the next hip fad. He was not ready for the world to move any faster. The blank mind was at a dead end after school. Only his well-paid security job would come to mind. F. Zip: The brains behind the battlefield. The anti-human brain with a computer as an extension. The closest member of the crew to the omnious leader of Pestilence Co. Big browed, bold, and blunt, he knows how to intimidate his foes. Finnigan is not a fighter by any means. The man behind the curtains keeps nothing from the crew and asks for 110% from the others. T. Rutila: The essence of childhood. Signed on to Pestilence Co. as a poster child, the seven year old Tetra knows nothing about the missions she’s always dispatched on. Have no sort of idea of fighting, the tiny girl uses her cute to charm the audience. B. Dunlap: The anthromorphic hare with a jazzy soul. Mr. Dunlap is very retro with his style. He encourages the younger generation to listen to jazz, blues, and soul. Like the rest of the cast of Pestilence Co., the six foot giant is somewhat of a insignia. When the cast of characters came together, he had already joined the company before everyone else. There is much to ask the beast, but he will decline any sort of question regarding his origin. Cats: The band of cats banding together to form a band. Like their hare counterpart, the cats are anthromorphic. They do though have the innate ability to morph from anthro to werecat and cat respectively. Rosie is the pretty in pink leader who has high expectations of fashion, Tabby is the pudge wreaking havoc in the cubicle hallways, Mitzi is the hardworking, responsible feline ready to pounce towers of papers for hours, and Kiki is the adorible black cat that melts any sort of vulgar to a childish moment. M.Oliveira: The exotic Brazillian Bombshell in the front plaza. The captivator has every man wanting her, but none have gotten hands on her. Mya Oliveira has not always been as perky and optimistic as she is. R. Taguemon: The new thespian on the block. Romey is the modern day Shakespearean alive and kicking. One thing must be straight with this character though; he fights through cowardice for love. Romey is by no means an ally during a field mission. Erika even doubts why Pestilence Co. hired him. The company had an excess of dead weight already. J. Capule: The prize for all the men to gaze. Julie, being the closest to the boss’s door, has never once tried peeking inside the office herself. Instead, the young lass likes to walk around the cubicles to catch some eyes. She in not fond of any of her coworkers at all, but enjoys all the attention from the boys and the senses the jealousy from the girls. J. Aceguard: The sexually active cubicle worker and Erika’s "boyfriend". Not knowing how or why Erika dates him, his fellow coworkers have an eye out for the joker. On occasion, the pompous Jack will bring an escort into the lounge for some "relief". Everyone but him objects to the crude behavior. Erika seems to not have any problem with his decisions though. R. Zappa: The zap to every zip. The blatant, prepped Ryota takes no orders from any inferior being. The rogue agent only works for Pestilence Co. for the money and the jewel receptionist, Julie. His personality coaxes him to engage with the youngest male, Kenji, several times. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ T. Blisswood: The kid who doesn't want to die yet. Not much goes on with his life except for the occasional party here and there. Nothing seems to excite this boy; not even his girlfriend. Who is he? Why is he relevant to the story? Who knows. [Shhh! He's a secret.] ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ Adios cowboys and cowgirls. Have a nice summer. ...Created 2008-07-01 05:10:05

Journal: Honey -------------------------------------------Mood: She ain't so sweet. "Damn, all you pale mother fuckahs are car-razy! I don't know about any of y'all, but Dorothy and Todo are going to find their way back home on their own. Good luck on saving your world, but this is too much shit for me," Honey griped. She ran far away to escape the magical inhabitants; past the crater and the blood-stained village. The diva sprinted for her car and jumped into her beloved Sugar. "I will never leave you again, but Sugah, you gotta work for me. You ain't empty," she looked at how much gas she had. The orange needle was stationed on the lowest level of red possible. Empty. She couldn't leave Sugar behind. They were partners until the very end. "Mothah Fuckah, I said you ain't empty! What don't chu understand? Do I have to bust a someone's head to make you full?" Honey jumped back out of her car and waited for someone to come by. A caravan of wandering nomads came over yellow dirt road. It was amazing on how they could drive a wagon on such a steep ledge. The mountain scene would have definitely spooked Honey out. Their barbaric features were good enough for the "hero" of the story to jack up. She waved her hand up in the air and hollered as loud as she could. "I need some crack! Please gimme some crack!" The wheels on the cart halted in front of Sugar, and Honey jumped for joy. "What neighth dark elf needth? Mighth be hastier in response? Thou areth being chaseth." asked the eldest barbarian. The wife of the man, son, and other barbarian riding on the back of the haystack hopped off. The stretched their limbs out signifying their long journey across the land. The son fed the winnying horse, the wife stood beside her husband, and the other barbarian pulled out his Tamagotchi from his phanny pack. Honey replied, "Why you talk so damn funny? Oh! Lemme mooch your wife off of ya." The barbarian woman was nabbed by the fast witted mama and thrown to Sugar. "Whath doth we done to thou? That isth my wifeth!" shrilled the husband as he slowly approached Honey. "Thou shall payth!" He brought out a wooden mallet, but his attacker was too swift for him. She right jabbed him into the face and followed up with a foxy kick to the gut. The husband fell backwards and landed on his back. "Shuddup," Honey walked back to the wife of the head barbarian and then grasped her by the lock. The greasy of the red, wavy hair disturbed the woman with the perfect fro. With each time the barbarian woman's head clashed with Sugar's hood, Honey mumbled out. "Wash. Yo. Damn. Hair-" The other man barbarian attacked Honey from behind. His firm hold on her kept her from doing anymore brain damage to his acquaintance's wife. Ms. Lite though did not appreciate it. She released greasy-locks, and elbowed Uncle Bob in the stomach ten times or so. When hold was released, Honey sidekicked him into the wagon pushing it back near the ledge. The boy untied the harness off the horse and watched from a distance. Unfortunately for Uncle Bob, he was stuck on the side of the cart. Honey took the advantage and kicked the hay wagon off the ledge of the mountain. Finishing off one barbarian, she adverted her attention to the wife who's forhead was bleeding. "I'm not done with Grizzelda." Again with the forhead bashing she shouted, "Lather. Rinse. Repeat." The husband regained his footing and carefully snook to the side of Honey. He was about ten feet until the vivacious swept the woman off the hood. Honey pulled her shiny, black gun from her holster and plotted one between the brows. His body dropped to the dusty wind. Another barbarian killed, another story to write to mom about. "You, little boy." She asked for the boy on the horse. Honey was a lover, not a fighter (Okay, so whatever, she's not). She ripped off his father's arm and gave it to him. "It is a tradition to give my enemies their arms to their son. Please take it." It was not a tradition. IN fact, Honey made that on the top of her head. He was reluctant to take the item. The child was frightened by the Barbarian Queen herself, Honey. At least, that is what Honey thought. "Mister. That was not my father. My father was the one you pushed over the cliff." "Damn, really? Well still, take it. Don't come back to me and say I didn't give you a helping hand," she playfully snickered. The mother must have been keeping the affair a secret or something. "Run to the city (with them dead people), and you shall find shelter there." The child took the arm and rode into the sunset. Another day, another child happy. Honey got back to business. A few more minutes later, she did nothing... "White. People. Opress. The. Minorities!" SLAM! Honey was back in her car and back to phase one. She closed her eyes before she looked at the fuel meter. She prayed to God so hard, she could hear moaning. The moaning got louder and louder until Honey opened her cocoa eyes. Zombies. The living undead passed Honey and moved onto the next city. The fuel meter was still empty. The heroine locked her doors and rolled up her windows in chances of surviving the swarms brain-thirsty cravings. The village would not suffice their hunger though. There was only going to be a child and horse left in that village. Honey gave up hope. She lost her battle. She closed her eyes in hopes of dying peacefully. ====================== This is my character. Her name is Honey Dee Lite. Maybe half a year ago, I had in my ToDo list an entry called "Foxy Brown RP". This was my Foxy Brown that I was looking for. She has edge, style, and stunning features. What I want to say about her now is that she's became my fictional hero. Not just any fictional hero, but a hero that this site needs. She stands up for the minority, the underdog, and those who ethics. She is justice that puts cybering to shame! Yes, in her battle to rid of cybering on Elite Skills, she will jump building to building, fire rockets from speeding car, and jack dem' bitches up. That's Honey Dee Lite. ========== Anyways, I haven't got any of my summer packets done. I'm going to be totally screwed as when I get home, I'll be walking in nasty weather to get to the library. I was hoping that I would get 2/3's of my English, my US History, and Pre Calculus done before July 1st, but I'm moving nowhere. I was planning to get my Biology II packet done at the house and Latin III would be no problem (as I am an A+++++++ student in that subject) to do. I mean, all I have to do is learn all five noun declensions and five verb thingys (that includes 3rd-io Janneke, fyi). I can't wait for the new school year. I'm so hyped up. I pray though that I do not get stuck with "him" in my classes. I already know that I'll get him in at least two of them, but please Elite Skills members, pray that I don't get him in all five classes. Yes, that's pretty horrible. By the way, I feel like a fat bum right about now. My friend (who is a girl and isn't as annoying as "him") has her license before me and she has a job! I was born four months before her and she's already doing all these great things. I'm not going to say that I envy her job (pizza place), but I feel like I'm slacking. If I want to be going places, I better be going places. I noticed lately that I use a lot of exclamation marks lately. It's a bit unusual. I think I need to tune my English skills up before I start the new year off on a bad note. BTW, I'm starting to learn Chinese now. From what I've learn, it's tonal and if you say "ma" in four different tones, it's asking a question about a mom with a horse and linens. Bizzare on the Chinese. When I get home, I think I'm going to brush up on my Japanese (Nihongo). I also got to start asking mi madre if she can reteach me Tagolog (Philippino language). It's been a long time and it's not that hard. It's almost like Spanish only with more ng's and pa's and a bunch of other weird stuff. AZ TIPS: Don't drink the water in Arizona. The taste is a bit funky. I would strongly recommend a water filter or something. You might also want to carry a gun with you too; everyone and their grandmother is darting their gun these days. I still think I'm a ho. ...Created 2008-06-22 06:00:22

Journal: Stockade -------------------------------------------Mood: Sweet Louisiana Hot Sauce #7 If you hadn't notice, I'm back from the dead. To tell you the truth, I don't know when I'll be gone for good (ha!). While I'm still on here though, I think I'm going to be busy with other stuff that revolves around my life. Hopefully none of you will miss me whenever I disappear yet again. Anyways, before July 1st (when I leave AZ), I'm going to create an awesome journal. School Schedule (currently): AP US History AP Biology II AP English III Pre AP Latin III Pre AP Pre Calculus CP Physiology I'm going to be busy during next school year, so I might not have enough time to fool around this site a lot. Don't worry though, I'm not going to forget most of you. I was also thinking of joining National Honor Society, Student Council, already in Latin Club (recording secretary bizzznizzes), Key Club, Pep Club, and PAL. ON top of that, I might get a job. Actually, not really. I'll just be doing regular stuff in my spare time that doesn't including driving and a job. Okay, so I have this one friend that is half-n-half. When I mean half-n-half, I mean that he's my friend half of the time and the rest of the times I want to kill him. When he's nice to me, he and his family are always welcome me to their house. Nice family, but he doesn't seem to like his parents at all. That's one thing that makes me mad. Don't ever disrespect your parents. If you did that in front of me, I would kick your ass myself. You don't call your mom a fat whore. He does though include me in his reindeer games. We hang out, gets me food, etc. For the cons: does weed, drinks, is not funny. I could seriously write a book about half of the stuff he says. His character: whenever he speaks, shit comes out. If I was home right now, I would show you my illustration I made of him during 3rd hour. His situation a kinda a horrible one yet hilarious one. EX1: Your mom is cooking bacon, and grease pops into her eye. She screams and flails around. EX2: Your friend bags on the nerdiest kid and says he will never get a girl. In return, when did he ever date someone? I think the negatives outweigh the positives. I'm just hanging around whenever he's not doing stupid stunts and taking me out. Seriously, I think might be a ho. ...Created 2008-06-10 23:30:07

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