blargh and meh

so i've got to finish an outline that was due friday, a ppt in spanish that was also (supposedly) due friday, and a video thats due tuesday that i have to make now cause my partner JUST emailed me his half, and i'd like to point out that he didnt even d all that was asked of him, but lucki;y for him i want an a to boost up the fact that i always get Cs on the test.


so thurday i spent most of my time in the nurse. i was fine first block and second block my contacts were giving me a headache and i started to get the chills and the sub slept all through class, almost. so second block i spit up in the trash can, went to the nurse, figured they couldnt do anything but give me crakers and water. so i went back to class, got sick again and my teacher called the nurse, who came down to get me with a wheel chair ... O.o


luckily the people in my class are cool and were worried about me, so there was no embarasment added, i was more worried about being wheeled down to the nurses office. so i was there from 11-ish to 1 and still feel kinda icky


i should be working or studying for my sols tuesday and wendsday, but i cant work anymore

Shawn Spencer

watchin my third season set of pysch and shawn just made a great gatsby refrence and I was craking up. i love it when tv shows reference old books that i've enjoyed.

we're readin a leason before dying, which is bringin back my slight cuntry accent, which is kinda amusing cause i'll be readin in class and some one interupts me from readin and when i'm talking to them they can barely understand what i'm saying. well it's not that surprising 'cause i learned how to talk in GA

i'm comtemplating sueing the school for when i feel and slipped under the seats in the bus, twisting my ankle around the leg of the seat infront of me. but it might be too late since this happened thurday

Butterfly by Jason Mraz

Was gonna do the likes and dislikes thinkg, but wasn't feeling it.

The title song is playing and I think it is the most beautiful song about sex every, cause if you actually listen to it it really is sensual and Mraz's voice just flows perfectly.

I'm takin the moment imaginin that I'm dancin with you,
I'm your pole and all your wearing is your shoes,
You got sould, you know just what to do to turn me on,
Untill I write a song about you.


Anyways, I'm finally in World Religions, and I prefer to sit back and let my opinions fester than argue with the people in my class. We haven't really gone over any religion yet but the concepts of religion itself, which is more interesting than anything else. Despite the fact that I have been baptized and undergone all the Christian traditions and still take part of it, I think I am more agnostic than anything else, but I'd probably never tell my dad that.


I get more annoyed at myself as I become embraced with the 'popular crowd'. It's not like the stereotype, but it's as close to what my school comes to. I get sick when anyone talks about some one badly, because its rarely ever justified. It's completely pointless and annoying, and the fact that I'll listen to it is even more stupid, I'd rather go back to being a wall flower than having a repeat of what happened at my old school, but that won't happen cause the types of popluarity is completely diffrent, at my old school there was intent, here there is just talking. Which is annoying to cause when people say it and act nice to another person when they don't want to they might as well be talking behind their back.

That one little paragraph had nothing to do with anything really. I need to be working on my study guide but I've got till Wednseday.

There is no House on tonight, at least no new episodes.

I've learned that I could never be a Taoist, because despite the fact that I barely ever take initiative with things, I do at sometimes, which goes against the way of the Tao. But the other priciples I follow just as much as I follow Chritianity.


I have heard nothing from Chick-Fil-A about a second interview and I'm just about to give up, but I really do want to work there and would hate to get another job making me unable to accept their offer.

My mom continues to try to marry me off, this time to an olypic skater, whose name I no longer remember. She wants me to email him and ask him to ring dance my response was '..., wouldn't he be training after this?'


I went to this thing called Latin Day at some college, and other than seeing a cute college guy, I saw that they had a Chick-Fil-A in the student union. Though I'd love to go there, I'm a bit conflicted because I wanna leave VA so much. I'd love to live in NY cause I am appealed to the big city, but I wouldn't survive the cold or the fact there is only one Chick-Fil-A in NY. Plus my step-mom is moving up to NY too.


I hate contradictions, but I practically am one. I fit my self to the people around me without changing who I really am. Basically I inhance some features when I'm around cearten people, which makes me just as bad as people who aren't true to themselves.

sadly I’m only posting cause I’ve got nothing better to do

so it actually snowed, which is very disappointing, or bubble that protected us from the snow has finally failed T.T

 

i’ve been going through yet another music phrase, consisting of fank sinatra and jason mraz. they dont really go together but, whatever

 

 

 

watchin’ jeff foxworthy, which just brings back my southern accent, but whatever

 

 

 

ugh, i said whatever waaaaay too much

 

 

i really have nothing important to say.

 

every other time we’re on the bus we talk about old tv shows, like p,b, and j otter and blue’s clues and pepper anne and doug and as told by ginger and all those shows that for some reason you cant even find on youtube. though blue’s clues is still on and ive been watching it at least once a week, so what if im being childish? blue’s clues is awesome, till steve left, but his band is good too

 

 

foxworthys hilarious

 

 

exams are a pain, but their halfway over, just four more left, english and chemestry monday and math and history tuesday. i still have to finish two reviews.

 

so i’ve finally decided i’m gonna take the whole get a job seriously. so i printed out a application for chick-fil-a and filled it out, which took forever cause i need 4 references and only was sure of one, and was gonna turn it in friday but was told they do a bunch of interview at once on monday at five. so now i have no worries about my exams but am freaking over the interview, and now im kinda like ‘the lady said 5, 5 am or pm? cause i know they arent opened till 6:30’

 

*sigh*

 

wish i could post about some deep and meaningful thing but i just dont feel like it

Schools finally over, for the year

so the last few days of school were spent with wasting time with nothing, test, caroling, and wild bus conversations

 

 

it was fun for the general part. i got alot of hugs today, and big happy holiday wishes. we basically gave celebrity treatment to people has they got off the bus

 

we caroled in spanish and went to a few classrooms, but it was fun cause i love to sing in a group, but it got to the point where i was laughing so hard i could barely sing

 

 

i babysat my old teachers kid and got 15 bucks for about 2 and 1/2 hours, which is cool cause i have no clue what the going rate is and im excited enough just getting paid

 

i finally saw 2012 and it was awesome and there was a cute russian guy with an awesome accent who is actually married and theres all the blow up effects, and its epic till the end… its just the very end thats stupid, but i’m gonna move to the cape of good hope

 

 

and now my baby sis is throwing a fit and i have to watch her cause i’m the only mature adult in the house since my mom left to get dinner

waiting for my mom to pick me up

so i counted change for about an hour and i’ve got about an hour left to wait for my mom.

 

things i need to do:

count up my community service

meet carly again before i babysit

genially worry about my spanish grade

learn the names of people i only know by face

get used to the cold

see what my schools laptop policy is

get a job

 

 

ugh too long of a list. but i am sorta working on the get a job thing. i’ve got my chick-fil-a application mostly filled out, i’ve just got to get references ok-ed.

 

oh, i got a face book last night. but my moms got full watch over it. but i only got it really to keep up with rebecc cause she practically never posts.

 

 

oh a pizza hut guy just came to the school and i’m extremely tempted to take the car and go home, i’ve got my liscnece so the only thing wrong with that is the whole stealing thing, that and he just left

 

Bye Bye pizza man

couldn’t you have taken me to some far off land

where there’s warmth and shelter from the wind

where all the pizzas served at my whim

 

oh and the last blurp of my story was basically what i’m going to write and get into a movie to meet taylor lautner, cause i’m sorta unfairly basing nate off of him.

 

i had italian club yesterday and we ate and listen to christmas music while we made christmas cards, it was fun

 

 

ugh, i feel so busy but when i want to write about what i’ve been doing i come up with nothing, which isnt fair cause i feel super busy, but luckily i’ve only got two more days of school and we’re not counting money, so school should be pretty easy next week, and then its christmas

 

 

i hate the cold, and i wanna live in nyc, but i wouldn’t survive the cold, i’d freeze to death, or never leave the house/apartment building i’d live in

 

 

and now i am the only one waiting outside, cause despite the cold i’d rather sit outside than inside where all the teachers and security people ask if i have a ride and feel bad for me, which in turn makes me feel bad

 

I got about half an hour left to wait

 

 

awwww a little kid just past by and was rambling on about how cold it is, but in reality we all know that it can get much, much colder than it is here. we only have a chance of snow tomorrow

 

 

maybe i’ll move down south where i wont freeze, but the problem with that is all my friends prefer the cold, plus i wanna live in new york soooooooooo bad

 

 

i love this windows writer thing, it encourages me to post, which i think is a good thing, you should write something non-school related once a day.

 

people are failing on skateboards!!!!!!

 

 

its so quiet here, the only sound is the skateboarders and my music that only i can here.

 

i’m using the bottom of my laptop as a heater for my fingers and thinking i should tough it up, cause i have it a whole lot better than some people

 

 

i wanna say something deep and profound, but can’t cause, well i just cant think of anything. 20-ish more minutes to go!!!!!!!

 

people i know, but don’t actually know, just passed by and they have a car!!!!! i’m so jealous!!

 

my mom just said she was about to come pick me up, so 15-ish more minutes

 

 

lets see this weekend i’m cooking for the homeless children and making candy for my teachers, and the friends i know will try to steal the candy from me.

 

awww, i saw a car that sorta looked like my moms, it made me all hopeful and happy, but that happiness is gone. 3.40, so my mom should be on her way and it takes about ten minutes to get from her school to mine.

 

 

hmmmmm………… i think i’m getting used to the cold, just a bit, well smaller than a bit but its an improvement!!!!!!

 

 

 

If it’s a circle of life how come there’s an end?

 

Why are people forgotten as soon as they mess up after glory, but the people who only screw up first are remembered?

 

Why can’t we all just get along?

 

Why do people think Dr. Seuss is childish?

 

Why isn’t my mom here yet?

 

 

 

hajimemashite! watashiwa kristin desu. dozo yoroshiku!

 

 

yo quiero un tortuga para navidad!!!!!!!

 

 

yeah i’m multilingual!!!!!!

 

ugh, i hate the cold, i hate waiting when i have nothing to do, though i should be reading the great gatsby, but it doesnt really hold my attention for long, though i can always read it in latin

 

 

 

comments? questions? concerns?

 

 

i got my h1n1 shot yesterday and it still hurt. my knee hurts too from where i banged it on my desk, again.

 

its funny though i always seem to injure the same knee

 

the skaters left T.T

 

no wait, they’re back

 

i’ll probably publish this when i get home, but i dont wanna wait, just in case i forget…

 

ugh… my mommy should be here, my fingers are practically frozen and i’m lonely!!!

 

i should have worn a thicker coat

 

yeah me mommy hear to pick me up!!!   XP

Vampires = Death (told you i didn't have word)

My life was a grotesque version ‘Dirty Jobs’. But I highly doubted the Mike Rowe(?) could handle what I did. Sure my job was more or less likely the most ‘dirty’ job you could find, but it has its purpose. Yet it wasn’t gross in a way that made you barf like those filthy warehouse on the show, it was grotesque in a way that could explode your mind and tear apart your soul.

I found myself anxious for the kill, but I’d still cringe at the time of the actual killing. The Boss said that that was what made me perfect for the job. I had never lost my self in the primitive feeling of the hunt, but I never killed myself with my own guilt. My soul had gotten used to my continuous contradictions, tearing itself up inside so much that there was only one thing that ever kept me together.

Besides that one thing I had nothing, knew nothing. The only hope I had was what the Boss deigned to give me. He would give me tidbits of vague information that slowly lead me to my ultimate mission. I was completely aware that the Boss was using me for his own mission, but he had given me the only job that could help regain my sanity and I was grateful for it.

I had lost everything, but then the Boss gave me a small shimmer of hope called ‘revenge’.

***

The picture I carried in my hand was  more like a wanted poster. The picture was dated in the Renaissance, and was drawn in a sketch like manner that made the woman drawn look even more elegant than she could have possibly been. The girls hair fell in long curls past her shoulders that looked like a veil and was shaded in, suggesting that it was dark compared to her skin. She looked like a young woman entering adult-hood, yet she gave off an aura of maturity. Underneath the drawing, in elegant script, was the name ‘Charlotte’.

The name seemed to fit her time frame and her picture was as elegant as a princess from that time. Yet my experience with vampires had taught me not to count on the pictures the Boss gave me. Vamps often changed their appearance over time, changing to fit new trends, tanning so that they can go unnoticed. The picture was probably only half correct, at most. But unfortunately that was only my guess, I could be completely wrong.`

I had been given this vamp to ‘assassin’ by the Boss a few weeks ago and had been tracking her from random blurbs of information on the net. All my sources led me to a small pub called ‘Werewolf Pub’. The name struck  me as slightly ironic, but as far as I was concerned werewolves didn’t exist.

The pub was barely lit and gave off a feeling of anxiety and tension. The club’s name was painted above the door with the same elegant script as that was on the poster. The windows were completely covered in dust and the lit ‘open’ sign could barely be seen through the window.

After a few deep breaths, I opened the door and stepped in, a small bell going off over my head signaling my presence. The bartender looked up at me curiously, as if not used to customers. The rest of the pub was dark and dusty, light music playing softly in the background. Two people were playing pool in the corner, not bothering to look up and notice me. One was sitting down holding their stick and watching the other make their move. The two players seemed to be in their late twenties, one boy, one girl. Once the girl had made her shot, so perfectly played that I was more impressed than I had thought, the guy got up roughly saying something about a bad bet under his breath.

I turned my attention back to the bartender, who had busied herself with wiping the layers of dust off the counter. The bartender was a slender young women who looked to still be in college, was very attractive in a prospective manner, but I couldn’t settle my eyes on her for no woman ever really caught my attention anymore.

“Excuse me,” I said, causing everyone in the small bar to look up. The bartender looked up at me with a raised eye-brow.

“How may I help ya?” the bartender asked in a pure southern accent. The girls hair dropped  to her ears in small red waves, accentuating her forest green eyes.

“Well, I’m looking for Charlotte. I got wind that I might find her here,” I said, rushing over the vamps name. Names added character, and that only made it harder to kill.

“Char’s like the wind, she comes and goes whenever she pleases. We’re never sure when she’ll show up,” the guy at the pool table said from behind me. I turned towards his Jersey accent with interest. I had hoped that finding her would have been easy, but that hope fell with the people standing around me.

“Chad’s right. We work for her and barely ever see her. But what’s it to you?” the girl who had been playing pool said, coming over to sit down at the bar, her pool stick held lightly in her hand.

“I knew her once upon a time, I was just looking up an old friend,” I said, trying to be as vague as possible without raising suspicions.

“Well she’s not the kind of person to stay in one place for long. Her family’s owned this place forever, they got enough money to keep it going for a hundred more years. Her family’s rich as hell, even if no one stops by anymore,” Chad said, making his shoot, the balls clicking against each other as they moved around unsuccessfully.

“Well thanks for the help. I’d buy a drink, but I gotta go check-in to my hotel,” I said slowly backing out of the pub. The others didn’t bother to say anything else and continued on with what I assumed was their normal day.

As I left the shop I was filled with a sense of doubled irony. As far as I knew vampires liked cliché book plots and followed them in an almost religious like manner. So considering all of this, I knew I’d meet my vamp soon. As I turned down the dark alley that lead to my hotel, or even in my hotel room. It would all be planned out and we’d exchange petty words then fight. It was almost a tradition, something that all vamps and vampire hunters understood and followed.

So I turned the corner totally suspecting to see a girl similar-ish to the picture to appear from the darkness. But that was only half the case. The girl who I saw was only similar to my vamp in shape of face. The girl had straight light brown hair that layered over her shoulders in a fashionable trend. Her skin was pale to a point, but it was obviously tanned by some product or fake sun. A stripe of light blue lined the right side of her face and her eyes shined amber with the help of contacts. The girl was leaning against the stoned wall as if she had been waiting for me to turn the corner. She wore torn blue jeans and a worn shirt that stated some band name that had been worn away from continuous washing.

The sky was darkening and the moon rising, shadows cast all around us. It was perfect weather for vampires to walk around, not to dark to be odd, but not bright enough to burn skin. The tall walls added an odd peace and abandon-ness, that gave us some sort of privacy. It was the perfect environment for a vampire death, and I was prepared for it.

“So your Nathaniel, huh?” the girl said, looking up to me in a complex way. She seemed to have that look that knew everything about you in one glance. Those all knowing people who were too smart for their own good and suffered their whole life for it. Then knowledge of my name barely shocked me, I had my sources and the vamp did too.

“I’d prefer to be called Nate. I assume your Charlotte,” I said, even though I didn’t want to drag along any type of conversation. I wanted to finish this.

“That’s true. But I guess we really don’t need to go through all the formalities. But I think you might want to think about me for a second before you try to fight,” she said, her voice distinctly touched by almost every accent I could think of. It all seemed familiar, and though it wasn’t like me to take advice from vampires, I stopped and thought about what she said. The more I thought of her, the more I felt the vague familiarity of her presence.

in meeting

so we’ve got a fundraiser going and i’m staying after to help.

 

it seems like i’m always collecting coins…

 

i’m kinda sad cause i cant get word on my laptop, the system is 100 something and to get an external cd/dvd thing is another 100.

i thought that windows 7 would have word, but apparently i’m wrong

 

i think im gonna just write my stories here and then post them.

 

 

now in the meeting we were talking about throw up ………

 

i got my club shirt!!!! and i was the first one to wear it!!!!

 

 

its about time to leave but my ride wont come till 4 and its 3.19

 

i had a free trial of virtual villagers and named the ppl after ppl in my bus and now im getting guilt cause the trial expose and everyone died

 

 

now i’m talking about my wolf tags (dog tags with jacob)

 

 

i think now that i’ve got some time, i might as well post the stuff i had listed…

 

 

andrew jackson (the first thing i remember on the list)

kay so i call my step-dad, andrew jackson ‘cause jackson is father of the democrats, aka the democrats, aka the donkeys. so he is, and i’m not exaggerating at all, he is an absolute alcoholic.

and whenever he gets drunk he screams and punches the walls and stuff. he is a perfect example of a word abbuser. he even threatened to burn the house down and everything. so everytime he does that my mom forces us out the house and we drive around till hes calmed down.

unfortunately, me not technically being part of this family, or any really, he keeps threatening to kick me out, tells me to go live with my dad, and tells me i’m useless and my dad doesnt love me cause hes already abandonded me and a whole bunch of stuff like it. plus, when i’m in bed i’ll awake to his screams of stupidity.

i’m tiered of him, but i really  have no say in the matter.

plus its not like i could live with my dad, i’m the other child their too, so it wouldnt make a diffrence, though my step mom would be alot more civilized about it, though she isnt what anyone would call nice.

 

well, i cant think of what else was on the list…

 

oh, new moon!!!! XP

i love taylor lautner, of course, its inevitable. his b-days my half b-day exactly

the movie was good compared to twilight, but i’m still sticking with the series just to make fun of all the propaganda

 

my mori

so my sophmore from chemistry got iss for three days cause she didnt give her cell phone over at the very end of the day, like only a few minutes before the bell, which is totally bogas

 

 

 

unicef only got 160 something, which is kinda sad cause our goal was 250

the project we r working on now has about 200 already after three days….

 

well maybe that means im getting better at collecting money

 

 

this is my current background

 

 

 

i’ve been arguing in history that the civil war wasnt a civil war cause the confederate states were their own country, even if it wasnt recognized

 

so i ordered my class ring a while ago, its got the mascot and school education symbol and pediot, my birth stone. its really cool looking and i cant wait to get it

 

 

 

ummmm….

we scheduald classes. i m gonna take:

ap english

ap gov

ap phsycology

math analysis

latin 2

seminar class for the academy

journalism

astronomy

 

and ive got nothing else to type, plus i’ve got some projects to work on and i wanna google how to copy a file onto my flash drive so i can put it on sara(my laptop)

windows live writer

so i’m typing this up on windows live writer on my new notebook/laptop on the bus. trying to find out the diff between notebook and laptop. don’t have any service now cause i cant connect to one wifi thing, plus most of the signals im getting are probably fromn other houses.

 

my new screen saver clashes with the rest of my computer, which i shall post pics of, eventually.

 

im gonna try to see 2012 this weekend, didnt get to see it the week before last cause of rebecc. and this time i’m not gonna break/shut down an escalator.

 

 

pause to get off the bus, go home to internet and eat

 

 

ugh, i dont feel like writing about the stuff i said i was going to write about…

posting in class on a half day

i'm in systems, which is one of my boringest classes every. it all politics that i dont care about.

other things to say, that i know i won't have time to write about in class:
new moon
andrew jackson (my step-dad, there is a reason for his new name)
my class ring
school in general
random stuff i'll think about later
the steering wheel laptop desk
people/class issues
driving, or not
me mori having iss (note mori is sophmore)

it seems like alot but it isn't, cause i'll just shorten it all up than write it