'Cause MySpace isn't working.
Damn.

Anyway. I edited my layout.
But I'm still bored with this account.
Maybe I should make all my old posts friends only or something.
Or just make a new journal.
New start-
That could be fun.

... I think I'll do that.
But I'll link back to this one or something.
Sentimental reasons?
Something like that.

2006 Christmas List:
-Haggard.
-Jackass 2. [if it's out by then, which I hope it is]
-HIM Tour Ville Valo Jacket
-Deep Shadows and Brilliant Highlights
-Viva La Bam Season 1
-Viva La Bam Seasons 2+3

I'm making a new LJ for stories.

setmeinmotion

:)

Other than that...

I posted this in a myspace blog, and I wanted to put it here, too...

( You. )


And I went to the dance last night. It was pretty fun. The last half, anyways.

WHY ARE THESE STUPID JOKES SO ENTERTAINING??????

I shall post some of my favorites ^_^

Chuck Norris can be unlocked on the hardest level of Tekken. But only Chuck Norris is skilled enough to unlock himself. Then he roundhouse kicks the Playstation back to Japan.

Chuck Norris has never been accused of murder for the simple fact that his roundhouse kicks are recognized world-wide as "acts of God."

If, by some incredible space-time paradox, Chuck Norris would ever fight himself, he'd win. Period.

Chuck Norris once ate an entire bottle of sleeping pills. They made him blink.

If Chuck Norris were a calendar, every month would be named Chucktober, and every day he'd kick your ass.

Chuck Norris doesn't actually write books, the words assemble themselves out of fear.

When Chuck Norris sends in his taxes, he sends blank forms and includes only a picture of himself, crouched and ready to attack. Chuck Norris has not had to pay taxes, ever.

According to Einstein's theory of relativity, Chuck Norris can actually roundhouse kick you yesterday.

Chuck Norris CAN believe it's not butter.

Chuck Norris can judge a book by it's cover.

Guns don't kill people. Chuck Norris kills People.

Chuck Norris has two speeds. Walk, and Kill.

Outer space exists because it's afraid to be on the same planet with Chuck Norris.

When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris is the reason why Waldo is hiding.

Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice.

Chuck Norris got a perfect score on his SAT's, simply by writing Chuck Norris for every answer.

There is no Control button on Chuck Norris' computer. Chuck Norris is always in control.

Chuck Norris let the dogs out.

In an emergency, Chuck Norris can be used as a floatation device.

Chuck Norris make onions CRY!!!

Chuck Norris is not only a noun, but a verb.

When Chuck Norris was denied an Egg McMuffin at McDonald's because it was 10:35, he roundhouse kicked the store so hard it became a Wendy's.

When Chuck Norris falls in water, Chuck Norris doesn't get wet. Water gets Chuck Norris

Chuck Norris can divide by zero.

A picture is worth a thousand words. A Chuck Norris is worth 1 billion words.

When Chuck Norris talks, everybody listens. And dies.



And there are SO many more good ones.
WHY??????????????????????????????

I'm unhappy, so I'm gonna bitch like my life actually matters to someone.

Which it doesn't.

But it's always nice to play pretend.

I have no one to talk to and I'm sick of it.

I'm always hearing about people doing stuff without me and I'm sick of that too.

I'm tired of people lying to me.

If you really cared, if you really thought I was such a great friend, you would want to hang out with me more.

When you are around me, you seem like you're unhappy.

Oh, did this become adressed to one person?

Oops.

But what can I do when the best friend I have doesn't seem to like me at all, but then tells me she thinks I'm a great friend?

I start thinking someone's not telling the truth, that's what.

So please.

Tell me I'm horrible.

Tell me you hate me.

Tell me the truth.

So I can totally just retreat into myself.

And hate EVERYTHING around me.

I hate school.

I have no purpose in life.

I hate my family and all the other people I have to deal with.

I hate having to wake up in the morning and live.

And I don't know if it's ever going to get any better.

But You're fun.

When I'm talking to you, I'm happy.

But when I'm not, I'm miserable.

Is it worth it?

Even though you sometimes treat me just like they all treated you.

You're still the best friend I have.

But... I don't know.

I don't understand anything that goes on in my life.

And... I think I'm done now.

Woohoo.

Weekend.

I'm gonna be bored.

*sigh*

I'm going to my mom's on Monday though.

Gotta take care of her after she gets her surgery.

But until then...

I'm gonna be bored.

So give me a call :D

Or not... O.o

I got to hang out with Xavier and Nick today after school <3

Fun times.

Then me and Eric went hung out at Chey's for a while.

And then we went to KARATE! XD

It was fun. I want to join the adult class. And the teen class.

'Cause I don't get enough excersize '~'

My dad says I can. Now I just have to talk to my mom.

And figure out cost stuffs...

And now it's Tyler's birthday party.

O.O Save me...

.. I wonder how many times I've said that today.

Lots.

Anyways...

I haven't updated in a while. And Cheyenne told me to. So I am.

I shall talk about... The latest in the life of me :D

I'm still rather infatuated with a certain pink haired boy <3

Though I still barely know him.

Oh well.

I finally talked to my mom. Ish. I gave her a note.

But before we go into that any more, I must explain why...

I was on the computer. Of course. For hours.

All the time with my brother whining to get on.

So... at around 9:00... when we're supposed to be in bed (but my parents weren't home yet),

Cheyenne had to take.. someone home. I don't remember who.

So I let Connor get on the computer, saying he had to get off when she got back.

And he agreed.

After maybe ten minutes I walked back over and saw that she was back.

And I told Connor to get off. It's not like he does anything important. Goes on myspace and talks to a bunch of people who don't care.

I mean really, it's Connor.

But he refused to let me get on. Even though he promised I could get on as soon as Chey got back.

And he was keeping me from my roleplay.

So I wanted to cause him as much pain as I possibly could.

And I pretty much did just that.

There was A LOT of hair pulling.

That's how it started, actually.

And I'll tell you now, my hair was not pulled once.

And there was a lot of pushing.

Me trying to push him out of the chair and him pushing me away.

I got slammed up against the wall at some point, I remember that.

And I can't exactly remember who picked up the chair...

But it was also used. Usually as a boundary between us.

And there was a lot of screaming. REALLY loud screaming.

Just so everyone's clear, I'm not saying I got in a fight with a little 4 year old or anything.

It was my 12 year old brother, who's bigger than I am.

But I had just... snapped. Gone crazy angry.

He ended up winning, I guess. Because in the end, I ran off to my room and he was still on the computer.

He was crying pretty hard though.

So was I, when i was in my room.

And he threw my shoe at me.

So my parents got home a few minutes later.

And I was writing the letter. All that anger had given me the courage to tell her everything (even if it wasn't to her face). I was shaking and crying as I wrote. I had to start over twice.

When she walked in and said "Why did you hurt your brother?!" I responded with "He deserved it." I then proceeded to tell her that I needed therapy. She said she'd tried to get it for me and Connor before, but my dad didn't want us to have it.

Well he can just go fuck himself.

Anyways, I told her I was writing her a letter. Which I ended up giving to her the next day before school.

I don't remember exactly how it went, but I do remember some basic ideas I included in there.

Like...

I need therapy. I'm unhappy and I don't control anger well (as was proved that night... sheesh). I can't get along with Connor, and I don't like it when she always sticks me with him. I don't like Dad because I'm tired of listening to him yell and complain and I can never do anything about it. I don't like living in too different houses. I don't feel like I have anyone I can really talk to. I don't respect her and I think she just tries to fit her stereotype of a normal family so she can look good in front of everyone else. I'll never fit into that perfect image. And then it included a bunch of things I hated, like how she stereotypes me to my age instead of actually getting to know me and how she thinks I'm Christian when i'm not nor will I ever be and how I hate living at Dad's house but I know she would never want me to live here full time.

I think i left out that I don't trust anyone, which is another important thing, but oh well.

Anyways... That and a few more things were in the letter. And I gave it to her.

I was kinda worried at school about what would happen when I got home.

Well... more like totally freaked out.

And still all shaken up from the fight with Connor.

But I had lunch with Rachel, so I got to talk to her about everything. That was good.

And then when I got home, Connor didn't act any different than normal.

We watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (That movie isn't nearly as funny without Chey..)

And mom came home with Panda Express for dinner.

And gave me a ten dollar giftcard there as an 'early valentines day present.'

(Ahem. Connor got no such thing.)

And she hugged me and told me she loved me.

And then we all sat down and I got to eat Rice and Orange chicken for dinner.

Then she helped me make my 'Happy Birthday Seth' shirt.

Which I wore to school today.

But guess what? She's actually been LISTENING to me.

She didn't always do that.

So that's good.

Other than that...

I'll be getting a deficiency notice for my C in math any time soon.

And I'll be going to my dad’s on Friday, too.

What a perfect combination >.<

And Valentines Day’s coming up.

And… I’ll have no one.

Oh well. Not like I’m not used to that.

And that's all. Byebyenow!