Raining

It's raining outside.
Depressing? Just a bit.

I'm getting sidetracked here. I was thinking today about another story to write. Ack! I have it all played out in my head. Wanna read it?:

"Little boy?" A pause. The boy across the street still. The rain seemed to pour harder. "Little boy?" He didn't seem to move, just stare. I walked closer to him, the poor thing was wearing a thin black jacket and shorts with knee high white socks, along with black dress shoes. I got closer to him as I crossed the street. "Excuse me?" I asked as I approached him. It seemed that the boy had blue lips. From the cold? He was shivering, but it was hard to tell because of the rain. "Are you lost?" I reached out to him, and as I did what sounded like a high pitched shriek escaped from his mouth. My hands automatically reached up to cover my ears. Again and again. He just would not stop. My head began to pound furiously as wetness filled my ears and blocked out all the sound. I tried to pry my hands from my ears to shut his mouth. Then suddenly as I tried to put my hand over his mouth, he moved too fast for me to stop him. Before it hit me I heard a yelp. My yelp. He bit me, and as the rain hit my hand I cried. Each raindrop that landed on the wound felt like razorblades being shoved into my open cut. I brought my hand up to my mouth, and as I realized that the little boy began to laugh I slapped him across his face.
"Ouch." Escaped from his mouth. "I'm terribly sorry ma'am." And with that he disappeared, leaving me in the street alone.

So yea. Like it? I just made that up right now. The idea came to me when I was outside (like 10 minutes ago) and since it's raining my brain had an idea. A daydream of some sort. I thought what would happen if I saw a boy? Just standing there? Then what ifs suddenly came to my thoughts.
Well yup! That's all for tonight guys. I gotta date with a movie! ;]

Err...

So I played two games, as you fellow followers know, and well....

We lost the first game, then won the second one. By the time the second game came around I wanted to punch the other teams teeth out! Ugh. We...whatever. :[
(meaning that now we lost 2, and won like....idk...i lost count ;])
How was your day? Mine was okay. Anything interesting? I found out my cousin got the same phone as me -calm down elle- except mine is pink! and better! so nah! :P

Err...well I'm gonna write, sorry so short, but errr....yeah!
(I'm kinda sleepy)
:)

Have a nice day/night guys!

p.s. thank you for the lovely compliments on my new layout! All were appreciated! :)

Yay!

So my volleyball team is playing in 2 different uhh...(what's that word?) errr...systems? park districts/leagues! (bingo!). The school league, and the park district. We have only lost one game out of the three that we have played (the park district). Today was our last game for the school district.
Wanna know how we did?.... Oh and yea, one of the captains had to leave early in the game...so we had to put a new new new (not experienced whatsoever) teammate in the 2nd game. Which was more work for me, and the other chick. (Mainly me, since I had my knee pads on.)
We won!
So technically in the school district we are unbeatable. Winning 6 games out of those. And...er...8? games out of all of them. Only losing one. :D
(Logan I hope this answers your question...more like statement! :P) We will play that team again, (the one we lost to). But! Only, if we beat all the other teams (knock on wood). So yea. I'm hyped. :P
We have 4 games left in the park district. Not including the playoffs/championships (Which is on the 7th of December). Soo...if we win the rest will we definitely get to play that team -which I will not name- again.

Okay, well school's okay. I'm pretty good (not worried about grades, if your wondering), yet, I'm very tired. I just finished all of my homework. I'm listening to Hellogoodbye "Baby it's fact". Oh crap...I have to do my TTFS don't I? Should I do it now? Okay...why not? x)

TTFS

1. Dear Jamie by: Hellogoodbye
2. Baby it's fact by: Hellogoodbye
   
3. All I Ever Wanted by: N!tro
4. Oh, Is It Love? by: Hellogoodbye
5. Seven Years by: NeverShoutNever!
6. Here In Your Arms by: Hellogoodbye
7. Pretty Rave Girl by: I Am X-Ray ft. N!tro
   
8. I Like Money by: The Millionaires
9. Stacy's A Scene Kid by: N!tro
10. Seven Years by: NeverShoutNever!
11. Playing God by: Paramore
12. Dental Care by: Owl City
13. The Saltwater Room by: Owl City
14. Wasted by: Gucci Mane
15. Call n' Return by: Hellogoodbye
16. Touchdown Turnaround by: Hellogoodbye

Okay...I'll post the rest of the 4 songs tomorrow. Hah, evil? Yes, I know (only because I can't think of 4 more). Well, good night/day/evening/morning to you all! I hope you had an excellent day, if not an okay day today! :)

See ya!

p.s. for those of you who are wondering...er...The Mark/Stephanie is getting pretty violent....but! I will post the rest that I have written (so far) in a couple of days (probably Friday), so wait just a bit longer guys! ;D
p.s.s. TTFS is Twenty Top Favorite Songs (if you guys didn't know already!) =]

All is fair in school and war.

It's official. I'm obsessed with two things.
Call of Duty.
and-
this song.
Dear Jamie.
It's been about three days, and I've memorized it. =]
It's officially on repeat all day.

We had a game today. We won. I have another game tomorrow. An away game. What fun. :/
It rained today. Ya know, even though it rained it was a fantastic day!
We had a substitute. In music, and homeroom. :[
I don't know why, but she completely snapped on me (the one in homeroom), because out of all the people talking, she picked on me. Oh joy. Not serious trouble, in fact-no trouble at all. She just kept snapping on me. And only me. Then at the end of the day, we ended up talking about a book that we liked. So all is fair in books, and substitutes. :)
I'm hyper, once my brothers' go to bed, I am going to play the game. It will be all mine! Last night I played for two hours straight, then completely forgot about the homework that I had to finish (that was due today). So I stayed up way too late playing the game, and doing homework. Gahh. Not gonna do that again, especially on the night before a game.
Oh, the score was...
4-21 the first and second game. We had exactly 6 players, enough to play without getting disqualified, or forfeiting. Yea, the game lasted about 15 minutes altogether. They were easy. We beat them bad. ;] Yayy.
OKay, well I'm gonna write, which btw I have about 4,000 words. Yes, I've been slacking. I know. :/ I gotta get back on track. Oh, and I'm working on embroidery. On my jacket. :) Heh. It's gonna be an awesome flower, I have the stem and grass already. I just gotta do the hard part; the flower. (Which I am avoiding.)
Err, I'm reading a book, called "Sold". By...err i don't know, but I will tell you when the book isn't so far away.
-laziness-
It's about how a girl gets sold into prostitution by her stepfather without knowing it, until it was too late to do anything about it. Something like that.
I'm on page 8. I have the book club next Friday. Oh snap.

Well have a great day! :P

Zero.

I'm about to begin my homework. :/ Start/Finish Science Fair Research Paper, a Tri-Fold Brochure, Research The Battle of Gettysburg, Reread Chapter 10 for Guided Reading...(that's what I get for reading ahead!), umm I have to work on my portfolio, annddd writing. Busy night. My step dad is going to go see a movie at midnight. Aww, I shulda went. Stupid homework. I'm going to try to finish all of my homework assignments before midnight!
Listening to the radio (Lady Gaga in on-Paparazzi), have to switch the laundry in a few minutes, and work out. How am I supposed to do all of this in less than 1...2...4...5...5 hours? Well it must be done. I ain't gonna fall behind thank you very much.
Friday was hectic. Too much drama.

I wrote a poem about it...okay here goes somethin:
Friday was a wake up call.
I need to change.
No,
i have to.
I'm trying to grow,
to change my ways.
To make myself happy again,
to live for me.
I'm not as light as a feather
yet.
But I will be;
I'm working on it.
I will soon be
the feather.
Light as can be.
Zero guilt.
Zero gossip.
Zero insults.
Zero weight.
Zero.
Free as can be.
Floating high into
the sky.
I will soon be
the feather.
Floating high into
the sky,
set free,
just for me!
:)

I have no clue if it makes sense or not to you. But to me it does. It has different meanings. Maybe the right person will get it. Tell me, are you the right person? What did this poem mean to you? If it meant anything at all to you. Or did it effect you? Have you every had a Friday that made your stomach curl into a knot of pain? And I'm not talking about PMSing. :P
Well that's it for tonight. I have to go do some homework. And ohh crap! The laundry!
Bye!

Oh Joy.

Hah. So do you like the title?
I do I do I do!
I was editing/writing a few minutes ago. Then the wave hit me! I realized that: A) I am tired, B)I had an okay day at school, buuutt AA)I'm tired! ( AA) =A again )
Not much to talk about...mmmm....it's raining, I'm sitting in my bedroom typing away, and it is raining. Oh joy. How my smile returns every time I hear the rain drip and drop onto my window. The patterns you show me. Those very tales you tell through those patterns! Oh joy. The sound effects, too! You give me various noises to listen to at night, while I'm typing away in my bedroom. Oh the joy you give me. Dear rain, I hope you never go away!

Well, I have another game on Monday. Oh joy. And it's the same 7 people who played yesterday. Oh crap. But if we did it before we can do it again! Am I right?
No practice today, Coach was sick, and took the day off. He deserves some rest! :)
Night guys!
Hope all is swell!

ohemgee!

My little brother got his first tooth.
Yes, we have a big age difference, but...oh well. :)
Ahem. Um...I have a forming headache. Today at school was okay, there are some people who are testing me, but I have to let it go, ya know? Or else, I'd be starting somethin'.

I said you wanna be startin' something?
You gotta be startin' somethin'!

Michael Jackson, eh? People are still talking about his death at my school.
Oh! Hollywood Undead was on 101.1 (a radio station) Friday. I was like "ohemgee"! The song, "Everywhere I Go". I haven't listened to them as much as I used to. Right now, I'm listening to "Dead In Ditches" by 'em. I like it...especially when it's like:

So hey, what I may say may be riskee Deuce made me this way. That’s why you don’t want no beef, cause me verse you’s like beat the geeks. And we can talk right or in the street, but my gun talks first ‘cause he loves to speak!

Heh. A Deuce is a gun, I believe..... -_-
So how are you? My headache is huge. And spreading to my neck. How is my neck gonna get a headache, I HAVE NO CLUE. Where's the weirdest place you've gotten a cramp, or headache? For me? Cramp? My arm/wrist, not a very weird place to have one, but a painful one? Yes. I'd say my eyebrows. It's weird, but it happens when I come from school. Or a very loud place. Yes, school is a very loud school. I'd like to know a school that is actually peaceful and quiet for more than 30 minutes. You know one? Cuz I don't. :P
So what is there to say? For school tomorrow, I have to present a project. Ergh. Ergh? Is that a monster I just heard? Or my stomach? Ehe.
Haha. A couple days ago, I was on gchat, gmail chat thing, and my friend was jumbling the words. Like ehe. elel. I don't remember the real funny ones (yes I know, I'm a party pooper) but they were funn-ayyy. sD Ehe.
Okay. Well, I'm kinda stuck. I don't really have anything to write about.
Well, I'm gonna go do stuff...like write...a story....
C ya!

Sincerely

Okay, there are two things that I have to say today.
One-I just realized that I have 20 followers, thank you for following me! Your kindness is appreciated here! And so is your presence.
Two-There are a couple of blogs, that I can not post a comment on. So, this time surprisingly I don't think it is my laptop. I don't know why, but I can not figure out how to post up a comment. This little post, is dedicated to the couple of fellow bloggers that haven't gotten a comment from me.
Umm, yea, check 'em out if you guys get a chance! >_<
Taylor has a lovely blog. She's new on here, so give her a warm welcome!
"@ura" has two blogs, one has her lyrics-Songy Bloggy. And her normal blog.
Good stuff.

So yea, sorry guys but blogger (not my computer-I swear) is acting funny. So, what can we do? I promise that once blogger is on top of it again, I will comment you guys.

So back to the usual.
I had a test today, and two substitutes. One in homeroom, and one in algebra. >:(
The class was kinda wild. O well, our teachers shouldn't have left. Actually one had surgery today, so I guess she had a real excuse. But I don't know why homeroom teacher left. ?-?
I finished all homework, just gotta read, and! write around 2,000 words. Gah. That's what happens when I slack. Tsk Tsk. Shame on me.
Well, I have a question. Why is it raining in October? Well, okay. I get it. It's fall, but fall isn't spring. It's not supposed-to/shouldn't rain whatsoever. Sure, get a little chilly but thunderstorms?! Common! On the first day of October, too? Just imagine in November. It'll be hailing. Heh. -knock on wood-
Are you superstitious? I am. Just a bit. Like if you walk under a ladder, I could care less. But if you and I were walking together, and we split a pole, meaning I walk on one side and you on the other. I would make us walk back on only one side of it. Yes, I'm a nerd like that.
Have any pet peeves? Something that you hate?
For example: I strongly dislike (trying not to use the word hate) it when it rains in the summer. Especially here in Chicago, because it's hot muggy air along with the rain.
I find it so disturbing. Along with people talking with their mouth full of food. And you can tell what they are eating by what's in their mouth. -gag-
Okay, enough of these unpleasant descriptions.

I have to get writing, so I will write to you guys tomorrow!

p.s. just to make sure you guys don't think I am mentally challenged, what I mean by not being able to comment, is that the little box to type in wouldn't appear. Even, when I repeatedly clicked on the "Post A Comment" link. Oh well.

Erm,

My laptop, or blogger, let's blame it on blogger, is acting rather weird.
Blogger is acting rather weird.
And slow.
I just got home, an hour ago.
Today was...Open House.
My homeroom teacher said I am fine, no problems.
Algebra teacher is like, I didn't realize elle talks this much.
English teacher. Erm. The first word out of her mouth, to my mom was, elle talks too much. And my mom turns to look at me. Uhhh.......how to I explain that. Only what? 4 weeks of school, and already, ELLE TALKS TOO MUCH! But she said that I am very creative, and a great writer. Which made myself, and my mother happy. So bonus points for me!
My science teacher said she had no problems (score!).
Uhh...mom didn't talk to 'humanities' teacher...whew. I am saved. ;)

I just realized that my nose is bleeding. I could feel something drip and I looked down (on my homework thank you very much!) blood on white paper. It was all slow motion about it. Hah. It was funny. And the blood looked like paint. What's wrong with my nose blood?

Another reason why blogger is acting like a glitchy mother glitcher is that I can't post freakin' comments on people's blogs. Maybe that has to do with the computer about to die-take a nice long rest. So I have to hurry up. Err...school was tiring. I was there to 8:25 till 8 somethin'. That's twelve hours. Twelve hours too many.
And I still have homework. Oh crappy. You didn't hear that from me. That's that crazy chick talking. It was not me. I repeat I do not have homework.

Okay, I have to go read, soo see ya guys tomorrow. And for those people who i haven't commented on, I will do so tomorrow. So don't get mad if it's a day too late. Well, it would be a day too late, but better later than nothing eh?

p.s. my spiking arm is killing me still!
p.s.s. song for the day-Not a second to waste. (by)A rocket to the moon.

Adios!

Writing Update!

The mark….

She was here, even when I was a baby. My first word was “Stephanie”. I had always knew someone was there. Watching me. Helping me along the way. My first encounter with her, that I remember, was when I was seven. She came to me in my head, talking to me. Telling me that she was here to help me. Help me. Protect me.
My parents were away, heading to work. And the babysitter was supposed to be there. Oh, why hadn’t the babysitter been there? She told me her name was Stephanie, and that she had been looking out for me my whole life. I was a bit frightened, but the voice was and still is memorizing. So I did what she said. I had to do it, or else. That’s what she always told me, and I never disobeyed her, ever. I set my house on fire, when I was seven. Because Stephanie told me that she would protect me. Protect me from the fire and more importantly death. Which she did, for the most part. Because she protected me, I didn’t burn completely. I stayed in my room, and did what I was told. To swallow the fire. To make fire. And to become it myself. That’s how I got the mark.
When I was eight, I threw my cat on the roof, and it stayed up there. They found the body a few weeks later. I choked my dog to death, when I was eleven, while still managing to gouge out the other one’s eyes. Thirteen, I broke my arm, I smashed it with a hammer. My new cat came in at the wrong time. Saw everything. Stephanie told me to throw the hammer at it, because if I didn’t, the cat would tell everyone. That was the end of pets.
I feel like Stephanie told me to do those things for a reason. I feel…inhuman. Sounds crazy, believe me. I’m surprised my parents haven’t locked me up in a padded room. But they are just too busy, when it comes to me.


Val.
Mmm? I sit up straight, startled. I still can’t get used to her voice.
I need your help.
What now? Lately, she’s been giving me tasks, from left to right.
The lovely voice, softens. Stop it. I’m serious.

How did you guys like this? Is it better? Feedback people!
+_+

Pancakes.

I smell pancakes coming from my kitchen. Oh, to bad I already ate cereal. But can i really pass up free buttermilk pancakes. That are fluffy, warm, and with delicious syrup to top it all off. I'm making myself hungry again. What's your favorite food? I think that question is hard to answer, because it's like a trick question. Some types of food to you might not be called food to others. Am i making a fool out of myself, talking out off my arse? I don't think so. I think it's comin' from my hart. Tried to make that rhyme! You see that? Poetic, eh? (I just reread it and it doesn't rhyme whatsoever) :o

Later on, I will post the beginning of my new story, and you guys can tell me your feedback. For example: If you think it sucks, you can say "Go get another hobby!" XP But if you think it's pretty good, then you can be like "Stick to this hobby!" But I can't put words in your mouth, and my wrists' are starting to hurt, so that's all I have to say.

Buttermilk (fluffy) (warm) pancakes, here I come!

C ya!

Crap, more like Cramps.

I have terrible cramps. They are killing me, and i can't move. Great. Just what I need. I have yet another day of school tomorrow. 5 minutes ago I was doing photography. Some (pictures) of myself, but most of other things. I can't say that I'm the kind of person that looks horrible in photos, but I'd rather not be the cameras main focus. Even though I like attention. Weird, right? But yes, I like to take photos that make it look like there are two objects, but really there is only one. The kind of photos that mess with your head, the ones that give you a headache just looking at it, from trying to figure it out.
My little brother starts school tomorrow.
Unfair.

My camera is acting retarded. I plugged it into the comput...AHA! I got it, it wasn't plugged in after all. I'm only going to do 2. Because I'm lazy, and don't feel like uploading all 16 pictures onto here.
I still have to do laundry.

There we go.... It's only 7 here, and it's already dark. Dark as in, you can't see outside!! O jeez. This is global warming taking it's place. See what happens when you don't treat the world right?
Maybe if I stop breathing I won't feel any cramps. Sound good? Let's try it...one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, Can't go any farther, lungs about to explode. -gasp- That didn't help.
Tomorrow what am I doing? I have practice (everyday i believe +_+) and school, then come home and do homework. Superb. Perfectly fine with me. Well that is it for tonight my dearies. Dearies looks like diary, in a way. Okay, no not at all. :_: Alien alert. Time to R-U-N. But of course, that is before they give us milk and cookies WITH POISON IN IT! Then, we would slowly die upchucking every last bit in our bodies, because we were stupid enough to actually take their warm acid cookies, and their ice cold bleach infested milk. At least we died with full stomachs. :D

p.s. school is alright, so I'm actually happy to go tomorrow. But still! Too many days. x_x
p.s.s. what's with me doing all these smiley faces? ?.? (that one is on my phone)
p.s.s.s. what do all these s's stand for?

C ya!

Inspired.

I don't really have any idea of what to talk about. So, I'm just going to say hi, then do a real post for when I actually have an idea. Instead of writing about how my head being empty, with having no ideas whatsoever.

I need to get inspired.
Any ideas?


So until then.

Flying Low

I'm very tired, and sore. Thank you volleyball, running, and school. Great. Well my genius mother has yet had another idea about a book, now I'm not gonna tell you but it sounds pretty awesome. Ha. Umm, I feel like writing so here goes nothing....

She was fidgeting with the hem of her lacy black dress, waiting outside of the office in a big dark brown wooden chair. Her parents sitting next to her, kept touching her arm, assuring her that she'd do fine. But Lesley didn't care about how the office smelled like vanilla and caramel. Or how everything was clean, and neat. She loved it here, that was a fact, but that didn't matter. She wanted in, and if she didn't get in well, Lesley wasn't sure what she would do next. The lines where all in her head, one after another repeating themselves to her silently. Waiting to be said to the person who she had been waiting for. My name is Lesley, I am a 7th grade student at "Legend Academy". I am here at your high school wondering if I could become a freshman here, and take advanced classes. Here is my file.... She knew them by heart. The door opened and out came the....

Lesley was a character that I thought would be nice to talk about. Her name is Lesley Barker, no middle name. She's 13 years old, and in the middle of 7th grade. She's super smart, and wants to skip to high school to take advanced classes. The scene that I made up, was her waiting outside of the principal's office of the high school she wants to go to. Haven't named the high school yet, but I will eventually. Umm, did you like it? It's good, i guess.
So, I'm tired, and I'm afraid to say it buuuuttt that's all bloggers. :D See you later.

p.s. school days left? i don't wanna even know. :P