'Tis the Journal of Doom. All Bow Before it's Awesome Might.

Ignore the title. It's random. I've got a story to tell that has more to do with 1930's Nazi Germany than Soviet anything. So listen up.

Once upon a time there was a school. The school was called Suckfest High. Now, Suckfest High was having an election for Student Council leaders for the following year. The nominees for president were named Misten and Malex, and they both kind of took the election more seriously than anyone ever should. It really was sad, how determined they seemed, especially Misten. Misten had "Vote for Me!" posters plastered on every wall  in the school, each within two feet of every other one. She had very punny (if not overly so) paper tags attached to mints she gave out as bribery. And bubbles. And gum. Bubbly gum. Misten put mini plywood billboards advertising herself in the parking lot where cars had "Malex for President!" painted on the windows. Misten didn't have painted cars, so she  tagged the sidewalks leading to the school with chalked "Vote for Misten!" ads.

Malex had begun joint campaigning with Meager/ Meegen/ Mutever the mell is mame is, who was running for mutever the mell the mosition was. Malex had posters with slogans that could actually be called "witty," or "catchy," or, Heaven forbid, "creative." ...If only a little bit. In any way of thinking, one must admit his posters were more interesting than Misten's.

But... Misten had the candy and the stickers and the t-shirts and the motherlovin' army of students in white and pink "Misten -4- Prez!" shirts. The motherlovin' Nazi-like army. Here's where I'd like for you to think of Misten like Hitler.  That is, if Hitler had fucked his opponent, Winston Malex Churchill, if you will.

I'm interested to see how this ends, myself. Because I don't know. ...It's a scandal. xD

Epic Fail was, in fact, and epic failure. At least we saw it coming. Unlike that dodge ball that hit me in the gut.

...And I don't even like dodge ball.
It was decently fun, nonetheless.

I think my friend is upset with me, because I disagree with her on the art vs. porn debate. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm a dirty perve because I go on DeviantArt and occasionally see an "artistic nude" shot. It's not like I stare. And it's art. There's quite a big difference between getting a message across and getting sexy for the entertainment of others. While you complain about this "filthy porn," they're breaking off the dick of Michelangelo's David and some teenagers are fucking in the back seat of you're mother's car. Go check the news. Go check your garage. Don't ask me how they got in there.

I've got mail.

-LMPxo

See also: Pwn; pwnage; pwnager (French: to pwn).

Caleb and I do enjoy creating our own words. In both English and French, we create our random words. Samantha says we should write a dictionary. I don't actually see how that'd work out, however, since thus far we only have the "pwn" words (and we only created some of them) and "lasterday" ("le jour de last" in Franglish) which was just my own silly tongue-twisting, word-warping mistake and of which I am the Saint (See also: Saint Yesterday, Fabulouso Extraordinaire).

Speaking of French, they recently cut the program at out school. THIS is and outrage. This is AN outrage. This IS and outrage. This in an OUTRAGE. Reall, it is. And I am deeply traumatized by it. I so very wanted to bcome fluent in French, a feat which I will likely never reach with merely two High School credits. This is precisly the reason that maybe, just maybe, I will transfer to Columbia schooling. This idea terrifies me greatly, because I'm usd to my small, sheltered, hick school in the truck-stop, bean-feild town of Kingdom Come City. If tuition isn't too hight to Hickman, though, odds are I will be going. Mostly I'll miss Samantha and Caleb, since I talk to them most, but there would be other faces I'd greatly miss seeing daily. And, like I said, the idea of going to Hickman terrifies me, since it's so big... But Christina would be there. And it would probably do me some good. Not just the fact that there are so many more oppertunities for me there, but also the fact that I would be leaving my comfort zone, witch I see as a test for myself, no matter how small. Sure, Columbia's not a great distance away from me at all, but the transition itself would be hard, especially knowing that it's by choice. I see it as a test for myself of willpower. If I plan on succeeding anywhere at anything at all, I have to learn to step outside of my comfort zone, and not only when forced.

But aside from all that,  I still don't think it's going to happen. Tuition costs and all. We are in a recession.

Yeah well.

I felt like the butt of a bully's... bullying... today. While sitting on the floor in the hallway at lunch, talking to Mena, Brink and Caleb randomly grabbed my ankles and picked me up by them, hanging me upside down. I felt like they were going to shake me for my lunch money (Shaken Lauren Syndrome), but they didn't, of course. When they set me back down, though, I grabbed them both by the back of the neck to knock their heads together (no, it wouldn't hurt. I'm fairly weak. xD), but Brink picked me up again and hung me upside down a second time. This time, Mrs. Schneidenbach made him put me back down.

Yeah, yeah.

While I'm rambling about stuff no one particularly cares about, I want to speak of Scarlet. I only want to speak of her, though, long enough to tell of smething I learned about it. I learned that she changes with her appearance. This past week, her hair's been mess-groomed (like messy in a way that's how she wanted it)  and her make-up just went kind of... POP! She seemed angrier and not as friendly towards me, as in she didn't say hi as often or just randomly come over to talk as much. When she did come over though, what she said was relevant and just  made sense in general. But that was the beginning part of the week. Today, however, her hair was more calm and innocently dressed, and she wasn't wearing all that make-up. She looked like a different person, and acted like one too. She spoke to me more, but what she had to say was redundant to everything she had said merely 30 seconds earlier. Constant compliments and random statments about topics it took me a few seconds to comprehend. I wonder if she's schitzophrenic..?

Not that it matters much to me. I'm content. I'm going to the Lake tonight, to a resort with choir. I'm soo excited. ^_^

-LMPxo

I don't update this much anymore. Probably 'cause I like Skyrock better..

Hmm..

Yeah, that's why.

Not that anything really interesting is going on. School. Boring. Of course, if something interesting was happening, I wouldn't be on the computer blabbing about it anyway. I'd be out fucking living. Like I should be doing anyway. But I'm 16. I'm a sophomore at a hick school. With no car. And no lisence. And no friends living within walking distance of me. Unless you count Austin who lives, eh, maybe a mile or two away? I don't know. We don't talk much, him and I.

Yesterday was my half birthday. It kind of sucked, because it was on a Sunday, and I generally hate Sundays. Unless Sandra, Tina, Lindsay and I get to hang out after church *oh, yawn* or if I go to Amtgard *which is usually in the spring/summer/fall months anyway..*. In either case, Sundays rock. In the case as per usual, Sundays are holy hell days. I usually go home and sleep. Yesterday though, after my Sunday-escape-nap, Sandra called and our crew plus Ashley gathered at the theatre to see Coraline. In 3D. Linds and I had already seen it on Friday, but not in 3D. 3D is waaaaay better. xD

What else?

Eloquence has a new song written. I twisted secret admirer song, just in time for V-Day ('V' is for Vendetta) ! Your eyes are like two shining stars... Which are actually two hot balls of burning gases, apparently burning holes in your face. Or something like that. 'V' is for vagina. It sounds a lot better the way it's written in the song, I assure you.. I just can't remember how it goes... 'V' is for velociraptor.

Elo tried to record that song and our few others, but we lack proper recording equipment.

'V' is for Voot.

I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored.


I'm going to go 'hover' somewhere now.

-LMPxo

ps... 'V' is for Virus-O's, a tastey and very deadly breakfast cereal.
pps... I stole those 'V' things from myself. My Skyrock article, to be exact.

I looked nice today. Or so I was told.
I wanted to return my many complements, but the normally lovely people from which they came looked... not quite as lovely as usual.
So I said "thank you!" and went about my day, my already too-high self confidence boosted.
I'm so vain.
Someone should write a song about me.

My elbows are bruised from when I was violently shoved on my back.
So rude.
It's not like I was purposefully choaking anyone.

Especially not anyone that reminds me of a precious, precious snow monkey.
A Jelly Belly portrait of Marylin Monroe.
A house fly wearing sunglasses.
A list of ways I typo'd my name.
Morrisey on super-repeat.
And I started out on the Smiths.
Smith.
Smith.
Smith.
For Smith.
The Smiths.
They will take over.

And I can't go to the Papa Roach concert. Or the Morrisey concert. My shift key was stuck. The 'up' key was broken, so it's twin 2 computers over was stolen for my sake and that of my keyboard.

*skip, skip*
This one's good.

I'm apparently making Esther a mix CD. That should be fun. =]
I don't know Esther, but I've heard much about her through Sammy. And I enjoy making mix CDs.
Not a difficult task at hand.
I hope I don't screw it up. xD

In other news, I stole Ethan's pen today.
I hid it in his hood without him knowing.
He called me a bastard.
Haha, and Breanna made the 'Lovers of Ethan' group on Facebook.
I so joined.

I'm so leaving.

-LMPXxo

Lauri just found a picture of a chandelier shaped like a dick. Ohdamnohdamnohdamn.

I don't recall, is this my first entry of the year? Have I told you about my New Year's Eve? Well, if I have, sit tight, I'll talk fast.

Linds and I went to Christina's for New Year's Eve, but it was such a small 'party', and Christina wanted to go over to Daniel's anyway, so we went there. I played Rock Band for about half an hour until Nathan called and said he was having a party, too, so Daniel's party combined with Nathan's for a big bunch of 'hello;-how-are-you?-have-we-met?' fun. Such fun, in fact, I had nearly forgotten that I hardly knew any of these people by 10 o' clock.

We listened to MSI, Daft Punk, and countless other random bands in the music room, and played ping-pong in there, too. We watched the ball drop in New York (anyone else notice how bad that sounds? Kind of 'that's what she said'-esque?), and molested giant noses on the projection screen. Nothing like bringing in the new year with people I had hardly met only once before, if ever. And Christina. And my sister. xD

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, I haven't had school since Tuesday. And I won't have it till the 19th. Even though the 19th is MLKjr Day, we're using it to make up for a snow day. And we're going to be making up a lot of days, during Spring Break. Because our bankrupt school has had a gas leak. And now they're replacing alllll the pipes.

Honestly, I think we should give up on our high school, and I'll just transfer to Christina's school in Columbia. Really, I'd be okay with that. except for missing a few awsome people..

Well, I don't have to worry about it anymore, I guess. Unless they find something else wrong with the building. Which is possible...

Yeah well. Bye.

-LMPxo
 

Or "Quite Contrary"? ...Mary?

Yeah, I'm lame. But in an awesome, you-wish-you-were-me way, right?
Right.

Kay so. Texas=11 hours away.
My Patience=Doesn't last that long.
Thank the heavens and milk chocolate for the printed word. Especially when the truck stereo is on the fritz, and I've listened to every song on my mp3 player twice. I rely too much on CDs for my musical needs. I need to shape up and get myself an mp3 player with more memory... or at least a new SD card for my current mp3 player... Blah blah blah, my point to this schpiel...is that how you spell 'sch-peel'?... oh, no, it's 'shpiel'. Yiddish. Anyway, my point is... What is my point? Oh, books! Thank the Mlky Way and Snicker bars for 'em. Uhm... Yeah. Milky Way and Cheerios.

Pip pip.

Yes, I went to Texas the day after ex-oh-ex-mass. I adoreeeeee seeing Grandma and Bob! They're such awesome people, really, truly, and I love them to tears. Ironically though, no tears were shed on the way home this year, not like it ever was me shedding the tears in the first place. Unless you count the tears of pain. We didn't even make it out of Winnsborro without stopping by Brookshires (apparently pronounced 'Brook-shers' if you don't want people to laugh at your accent) for water and 'painkillers'.

And Christmas is over, over, over! The holiday itself I can certainly do without, because everyone's more 'gimme gimme' than 'holly-jolly' *but honestly, on Christmas Day, I'm all 'gimme gimme', too*, but the whole 'spend it with family' part I do enjoy. Case in point: Texas, Grandma, Bob. Case not in point: Columbia, rich cousins that don't grasp the 'vegiterian/ no dead animals' concept. Yes, I drink milk. No, I don't wear leather, and no, I don't wear pearls. Case in point: My family<3 Case not in point: my family =/ Case in point: My home. Case not in point: where I live. Got the point? No? Christmas: no. Day after: yes, please. Christmas: no. Escape from it: 'gimme, gimme'.

I still don't think you're getting it...

But I don't feel like explaining myself any further. Ask me next Christmas, right about a week before or maybe more, when my mood is as bitter as the weather; I've been feeling rather warm lately.

Of course, that may just be the fever talking.

-LMPxo

Not much is new in the world of news other than the newest newer has recently been discovered newing up the newsroom... new'd.

Oh, and Jesse told Pretty. And I'm all 'WHAAAAA?!' ...My calm, cool, collected self. He was all "Hey *bleep*!" *Please don't!!* "She wants to talk to you!" *Uhm.. Uhm.. 0.0* "Can I have a hug...? =D" I think It would've turned out better if I hadn't totally freaked. But then! Ohhhh then! He ran off to actually tell her face to face what the hell was up! Of course, I hear he only *mumbled* it for no one to hear... but still! I cannot believe he did that!

Really... I don't like her. She's too dumb. xD Truely. Her brains are in her boobs. She's just Pretty and I like being near her and giving her hugs. Because 'pretty' is attractive. But 'dumb' is not, honey. And Pretty is attractive... her intllegence level is not. And her 'brains' are attractive... her brain *or lack thereof* is not. So to put this bluntly, I could not like anyone so clueless.
...But I most definatly could lust after her... Just minor things though, swear. 0.0

...I just want her to smile at me more. =D


And I want Jesse to keep his mouth shut. =DD
*one who has so many secrets he's entrustung his friends with should learn to keep a few secrets those same friends entrusted him with, no?*

Oh, and I swear I say this guy today. Chyeaaaaaah. 0.0 And this guy... he had a PSP, honest to goodness! Chyeeeah!! And this PSP, it had  Tripp sticker on the back, seriously! Black! Red letters! Cross my heart, this is what I saw! Yes! It's just like the one Drake used to have! For realz!!! Yeah, the one that was stolen!

Now, I'm not pointing any fingers here, no, I'm not jumping to any conclusions, but this guy...
HE'S A FRIGGIN' THIEF! HE DID IT! HE DID IT! HEW DID IT, I KNOW IT!!!

I'm not being irrational here, I'm not suggesting we do anything harsh, just...
TURN HIM IN! TURN HIM IN! CALL THE COPS! WE'VE GOT A COMPLUSIVE THIEF HERE! ON THOSE LOOSE!

Not to make myself sound all high and mighty, but I'm the one who caught him...
handed.

Haha, chyeaaaah!

Ah well. Becky's getting him a new PSP for Christmas. And a memory stick for it. And whoknowshowmany games. 0.o Such a sweet girl, she is!

I'm getting him a Sgt. Frog book, because he likes the title of it. xD And because we like to sing 'Sgt. Frog gets a girlfriend.' And because in issue 13, Sgt. Frog gets mega buff. o.0

I'm getting a belt. It gets no cool story, unless you count the one about how I just spelled 'blet' instead of 'belt'. And oh, it is a cool blet. The coolest blet Wal*Mart had! xD I went all out.
But really, it's a nice belt. Shiny silver and studded... And no leather. xD I bought myself two!
Seriously.

-LMPxo

PS... I got myself a skyrock. I happen to like my (BAM-Creative dot) skyrock (dot com) better than LJ, so I'll be there more. Find me? Comment? Love ya.

PPS... I'll still be here, I s'pose. Just... not as much. So... Find me (again)? Comment (spam)? Love ya (lots) whore.

I got scolded today for being too awesome. "You're better at French than everyone else by far, I know, but please don't just shout out the answers before everyone else gets a chance to think..." *I'm poked in the throat here by a random passerby* "...The get confused when the don't get a chance to think." Ethan pops outta nowhere and's all, "Yeah, Lauren. Tone down the awesome." I'm sooo that cool.

I'm a human bowling pin, too, which makes me just that much cooler.
A few friends-whoever were dragging Ethan or something while I had my back turned talking to other people-whatever, and the friends-whoever let go of him-*gasp,never* and he went flying head-first right into me-*foreverrr<3*, and I fell backwards onto him-lead-feather. I do think it was pretty priceless. I wish I had my camera out. We may have to do a take two. Just 'cause.

Yeah Yeah Yeah.

-LMPxo

I'm pretty much freaking out right now. Why? Because there's a strange tan car with some kind of liquid stains under it's doors driving past my  house. Over. And over. And over...

We got out of school early to day because there's a gas leak in the Ag shop. Apparently, we've slowly been poisoning ourselves by going to school this past week. They just learned about it today. So the school was in complete disorder as we waited for the buses to arrive.  Not 'panic' or 'chaos' as some people were saying *'oh, this is so chaotic and fun!'* no, but disorder. No one knew what they were doing, but its not like everyone was panicy... more like excited, because we get out of school early. Ignore the fact that we've been exposed to potentially harmful gasses. We get 3-4 extra hours at home.

Alone.

Because Mom's in town.

And Lindsay's still at her school, because they're still in session. Because they don't have a gas leak.

And that creepy tan car pulled into my driveway about 5 minuets ago, drove allll the way up to the house, backed up into the turnaround, stopped and parked in about the middle of the driveway, dug around in his backseat for five minuets, and slowly, slowly, slowly left my drive. But passed it slowly, slowly, slowly on the road countless times. I was about 2 heartbeats away from calling the cops, from them telling my to stop being paranoid *maybe I should?*, from me getting in trouble if one actually showed up because the tan car isn't at my house anymore, from me breaking down and crying because I really am a freaked out mess right now *then why the hell are you on the computer? You're making very little sense.* I'm well aware of that.

I'm also aware of the fact that I just anwered myself, yes.

Oh, I wish I had a car. I want to leave this place right now. I should've gone home with Samantha. I wish I had a car...

Sure, a lisence would be great, too, but at this point I don't really care. I'd just go drive the back roads.

Maybe I can try to figure out Dad's complex extra car...

Heh... Bye.

-LMPxo

**EDIT**
The creepy car?
Yeah. It turns out it was just our creepy mailman delievering my DF stuff.
Thank you, creepy mailman!

I!
HaveneverbeenhappierinmylifethanIamrightnow!
I!
CouldnotpossiblyhappierifItried!
I!
AmsohappyIthinkIcouldcry,thinkIcouldheartattackandI!
I!
Can'tbelievenoonetoldmeFriday!!!

XDD

Henkkei and I are talking about unicorns and hot-ass unicorn magnets. Specifically rainbowy, rainbow-barfing, star-farting, flower-pooping, cotten candy-pissing unicorns.  And instead of 'unicorn magnets,' we call them 'studs.' What is a stud? Like...a 'chick magnet' from the TV shows get all the girls 'cause he's a total stud muffin. I think I'll give Pretty a 'be my stud muffin' valentine card. And... since I cannot wait till Valentine's Day... I'll give a 'be my studly, muffinly Christmas gift! =D'

...Totally works.

Well, Elmer died a while back. Poor squirrel... But now he's got a replacement! Earl. XD It rhymes, it works. Oh, and I hear Earl's got a girl! S-q-u-i-r-r-e-l-y s-t-u-d m-u-f-f-i-n!!! 
...Poor Elmer...
XD My Grandma and Bob like naming squirrels. XD At least they're not greasing down metal roofs of bird feeders like Grandpa used to! Haha!!

-LMPxo
 

My dreams are prophetic. I know because Snapshot just called me 'Oh Great One.'

If I can see the future through my mind's eye via dreams and/or nightmares, then somewhere in the near future I shall be painting Samantha a tarnished glod colour for $1000.

Just for the record, if I ever say 'glod,' then I probably mean gold. Unless for some strange reason I mean glad.

Just for the record, I usually mean glad. ...A tarnished glad colour.

Just for the record, I've been reading Diary, by Chuck Palahniuk.

JFTR, har har.

Rosie and I were supposed to go to Brady Commons yesterday to blow change on DDR for countless hours. But she failed to mention where I should meet her, and I didn't think to ask seeing as her call woke me up from yet another prophetic dream, in which someone I care about very much ignores me, and silly old dream-me Lauren tries to compete with some stupid hobby-of-this-person's for attention. And loses.

I know this dream is true... It's happened. Last Friday, to be exact. I still consider it 'prophetic' though, because I'm sure it'll happen again. Next Tuesday, I'm sure. And probably again after that. But I guess that'd be more of a routine than a prophecy.

I prophecide that day will follow night, and life will follow death. And you will die. ...Eventually.

But I guess that's more like trying to play God than stating routines.

Let there be light.
...Switches.

I've been Light Master for the past 2 or 3-ish years. I take great pride in this position. Ish.

Yak yak yak.

I didn't even have tofurkey for Thanksgiving. Or gravy. And oh, that gravy looked good. I hear the turkey was dry, though. I'll bet the tofurkey would be, too. But ohhh, with the gravy it was 'simply devine.' Aw, shuddup. I stood oh, so strong. I'm oh, so proud of me.

Yak yak yak.

Elo's in transition, I think. I haven't heard from Marianne in a while, and she didn't really do anything... She's having a baby now anyway, and it's be kind of awkward for her to do whatever she's supposed to be doing while she's big as a hot air ballooon. A really small hot air balloon. But too big to be any birthday party balloon, I do believe.

Have I been through this Elo-no-Marloo-loveyou thing before? Listen anyway. Er... read anyway.

So, we got Jesse to be drummer. And we had practice today. And he needs lessons.

At least he has a drum set, right?

Right.

We suck.

-LMPxo

...Most of them are rated 'e' for 'everyone'. Or 'easy'.

Anyway... I went to the NIN show last night. Ah-mazing! But really, what else would one expect of TrentfuckingReznor? 
I despised the opening band, Boris, really. Their music sounded like what you would hear in a really bad horror flick. And each ear-splitting 'song' *noise* was so incredibly long and unbearable,  I didn't know how Drake, Tina, and Lindsay could stand it! I didn't know how I was going to make it to hear Nine Inch Nails!
But I'm soooo glad I did. The effects were superb *especially in 'Closer' and 'Only'* and the songs were so much fun to sing along to. And ohhh, when Trent tells you to clap, you had better clap. XD

We met these two guys while we waited in line. And ohhh, they were so stoned. One of them spent the entire time complaining about how his 'tits were freezing off'. It...was distubing.

But yeah. Mmmmmmm....hm.

Sekell says I should get up to Canada prior to my graduation. She says I need to eat poutine. ^_^

I'm leaving now.

-LMPxo

Ohhh, I wish I could cause pain just by glaring at someone. THAT would come in handy.

New/old girl is such a bitch. I had my guitar on the bus the other day, and she was all, "you're going to have to move that." "I'm sorry, I can't. There's no room." "Well you're going to have to make room." I told her to sit in the free seat next to this one instead.
Today she had her books sitting beside her when I got on the bus. I told her to put them in her lap. "Ohhh, you want me to move them? Just like you moved your guitar?" Yes, bitch. Exactly. Did you not hear me? Put those books on your lap. Move your fat self over so I can sit down. I mean really. You don't have to try to make me mad just because you couldn't sit there. You couldn't. And honestly, if you had a guitar, or an accordian, or a tuba, or something, I would gladly sit somewhere else. I want to sit somewhere else as it is! But I can't. I sit here. And I was here first. And just because the bus driver is family doesn't mean you get to exaggerate everything I do just to get me in trouble. In fact, that means exactly two things to me... Jack. Shit.


Lalalala.

I want the PLAN test to be over. It's the test that's apparently supposed to tell us roughly what we'd get on the ACT's. And it's b-o-r-i-n-gggg. It takes half the day, and I get done before most people anyway, and I'm not allowed to do anything after I finish with each section. So I sit. And wait. And after everyone's done, we return to class as usual and the other half of the sophomores (which happens to be nearly every one of my friends) come in and take the test. And I don't see any of my friends in my classes at all. Because we're scheduled for different half of the day. Gaaah. Ah well. Tomorrow it'll be hell, and then it'll be over. I'll survive. I just wish they'd at least let us read when we finish a section.

Larrrr lar lar.

My friend and I are talking about the disease that is 'the gay'. It can be spread from parent to child like many other 'STD's. It can also be spread through the air, so watch out for that fruity guy over there. He's probably got the gay. Stay at least 10 feet away from the infected person at all times. And beware of online predetors! The Gay is a virus! A computer virus!

I love sarcastic conversations like these; I really do.

-LMPxo

 

Check out that water molecule.

Pussy.




...Cat.

Sam's kitty is adorable. And violent. The title was a quote from Sam about said kitty kitty. Cutie kitty kitty. Cutie cutie. Kitty kitty climbed between my legs randomly earlier. It was odd. And then Sammy said that. And that's that.

I saw the high school musical tonight. Not actual "High School" friggin' "Musical," that retarded little dghiegukigyhk... I saw my friends play in You're a Good Man Charlie Brown. He is a good man. And his name is Charlie Brown. And he is depressed and has multiple personalities. And was played by my good friend Snapshot. He's a good man, too. But his name isn't Charlie Brown. But technically, his name isn't Snapshot either. But it is. Because Jade forgot his name.

Dorian climbed up my leg. Cutie cutie.

I wonder what it's say if Dorian typed something on the keyboard?
Sammy, go get Dorian.
I don't know where he is.
I don't care.
Go get him.
Thank you.
Look harder.
Oh! I found him! He's sitting right behind me in the chair. XD

. jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk tfgfgfg ... trfggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.l;.l;.l;.l;.l;"t56ayzxsedy s?

He's totally JK'ing. Does 'jk' already include an 'ing', Sammy?
It does?
Okay. Thanks.
Oh, no 'g'?
Just kiddin'?
Whjat are we? Alasken?

I know there's a 'j' in my 'what,' thank you.
Oh, it's 'Alaskan'?


Malamute.

Mmhmm.




...I swear, I'm really not talking to myself. Sammy's really here, answering me when I type something.


A tes souhaits, Sammy.

I babysat last night. Those kids are demons. They attacked me, knocked me over, and sat on my head. They're seriously stronger than me. Stop laughing, Sammy. Seriously. That one kid looked like you. Used to. When you were young. Er. And she was freaking heavier than me, too. Uhm... not that you were, or anything... She looked like you in the face... Only her face is fatter than yours was. She's like, 9. And she sat on me. And made fun of my hair after they kept practicing wrestling moves on my head.

Kitty pirate.

No.

-muah-

Then this other kid, he was like, 3... he climbed up the basketball hoop. And I could't reach him. Monkey child trying to find the treasure at the top of the hoop-thingy. And trying to put the balloon in the net.

Then there was Cone Man. He's about 7. And he wore safety cones on his feet. And shoes on the safety cones. AND HE COULD FREAKING WALK! Really well. He's had practice. He put a safety cone on top of his head like a hat. And 2 more on his hands. And then he talked like a robot and threatened to kill people. And helped his brother attack me. Then they all went to play in a wheelchair.

...I be done now.

Je suis un(e) pop-a-corneth kernaleth.

-LMPxo
 

 

Breaking News! I didn't come up with that title. -.-'

I wasn't going to update today, but I was kind of ordered too.

Yeah... like I'll do what you say just 'cause!

Pfft... right...

*And she's calls me submissive...*

I just took a quiz that called me 60% evil. I was thinking more along the lines of 54.3%. But stupid made-up-for-the-helluvit quizzes wouldn't possibly get anything wrong. Because they soooo  know me and all the wonderful things I do every day.

I like kitty cats.

So today... what happened? I had at least 4 people come up to me and say, 'I heard Mrs.Schniedenbach hit you in the head' and I'm all how did that get around? She was throwing a marker to Caleb in French yeasterday, it bounced off my head and hit Caleb in the eye. She thought it was the most hilarious thing, and was laughing endlessly. And I guess she told everyone. Haha, it's whatev, but still! Whatev.

Drake told me yesterday to bring my acoustic guitar today. I did. He took it with him to first hour to tune it. Lucas tuned it. I played it during lunch. Drake has it now.

Oh, in thir hour I was wandering the hall and decided to find Drake and ask him where he put my guitar. I asked Becky *drama class* where Drake was. I found him in *some random computers class*. The teacher *Hopkins; I'm in his graphic communications class 7th hour* hates me. Haha, I came in and *damn, that's a big class* was all "Where's Drake?" Caleb and Ethan and Mitchell *also in my 7th hour* and some kids I don't even care to know pointed to the back of the room to the random orange hair, and Drake came over but Hopkins was all "What are you doing interrupting my class?" *like he was actually teaching. He wasn't. And it's not like x-many people don't 'interrupt' his class every day anyway.* "Can I see Drake?" "We'll make a deal. You stop making stupid noises in my class and you can see Drake." *at least I'm not being threatened with a yard stick or flyswatter again* "Okay, deal. Can I talk to Drake now?" "OHHHH! Class, do I have witnesses? Who heard her say she'll stop with the stupid noises?" *everyone did; they're all freaking staring.* -continuing- "What consequence should she have if she fails?" I try to pull poor Drake out of class while they shout things like "make her sort rocks by colour" but the teacher won't let him leave. So I get tired of waiting and leave.

At least I don't have to hold up my end of the deal, either. I didn't get to talk to Drake about absolutly nothing when I'm supposed to be in Geometry class but I asked to go to the bathroom and wandered the halls instead. That upset me. I guess I'll try again Monday.

-LMPxo

...And I'm not a bible, but you can swear on me if you feel the need.
This isn't a riddle, but you can think on it if you want.

And if you come up with an answer, call me.


I'm currently undergoing personality construction. I like me better now than last week. A few friends say they're worried about me, but really, I'm happier now. Maybe next week'll be even better! I'm getting all the people-pollution off of me the way they were cleaning off that building in Vienna. Oh the difference between one side and the other! It was such a great contrast! That's what I feel now, and I love it.

I'm going to go bask in the glory that is my new-found not-quite-cloud-9-but-I-can-see-it's-silver-lining happiness the way the gecko in Biology class basks under the $23 heat lamp from Pet Paradise.

Tah.

-LMPxo

PS...Thanksgiving is comming up not quickly enough, but soon. Ish. And I know it's not normally a girft giving holiday, but if anyone wants to be nice... I want something silver and sparkly and nice the way Europeans wanta Fanta. A chihuahua with a mohawk would be a cute gift as well.

"Spicey Peppas!"

I met a girl yesterday. I was talking to Drake about how I really DIDN'T wanna go outside...And she came over and was all "Will you go outside with me?" And Drake's all 'What was your name again?" And she was all "Amber" and all "oh crap my boyfriend!" and grabbed my arm. And I was all thinking like "pretty crzy girl touching my arm... breaking the skin...<3.<3!" And then I was all talking like, "Uhm... bus!"

-meds-

-eww-

Fuckingcold.

I'm reading a book called 'I Am America! (And So Can You!)' that I borrowed from Anna. And I thought I'd point out that it reminds me sooooooo much of her. 0.0 Sarcastic and Bambi and... well, just the voiceit's in... is Anna's voice. But honestly... that book scares me. 0.0 In a way that Anna cannot.

Elo finally finished another song today. We're so slow. XD But at least we can use the 'we don't have practice but once ever 2-3 weeks' excuse.

No one remembered which appartment was Marianne's. We went and knocked on 3 or 4 doors before finding hers. One of those 3-4 locked thier door. When we knocked on Marianne's door, someone yelled "Who the fuck's that at the door now?!" like an old black woman. Drake and I ran for our lives. XD

Marianne came out laughing. It was her boyfriend-future-baby-daddy-whatsisname who yelled. Har har! Yeah.

Check out Drake's crazay hair progression.

 

One- Normal Drakey hair. Two- Wierd lighting to make it look yellowy. Three-WTFDIDYOUDO?! orange hair.
...Looks soft in orange. I should've taken a picture when Becky attacked his hair and made it look soooo much like Wayne's *Static X* hair. XD But alas...
I'll update when it's purple. XD

On another note...  I hate politics, and I am incredibly happy that the elections are over, over, over!  Politics are obviously not something I talk about on here because I'm an incredibly self-centred person, and blah blah blah issues I don't care about have blah blah nothing to do with me. BUT!!! Ohhhh, CA, AZ, FL, and AR... I've got a bone to pick with a few x-many voters living in the formentioned states. How am I supposed to  marry Mena, Anna, and whomever else of the same gender as me that I said I'd marry if we're not allowed here or there or anywhere? Ohhhh, if you choice *majority, apparently* of voters in said states could've hear my rant in school when I found out! ...I'm sure it would've made... not difference. So...

I shall speak of matters of the State *which, I might add, is -NEWS FLASH- separet from 'Church', but this goes back to my raaaAAAaaAaAAaaAaAAant* no more. For, well, I am 16 years of age and not allowed to vote. Which is actually a good call, seeing as I choose not to inform myself on many issues that my still-young mind considers to be 'uber boring and really icky'.

-LMPxo

I guess you could say she's feeling pretty crappy.

Har. Har.

Last Friday was Lauri's birthday. Today's my sister's. Jesse's is on the 6th.
I haven't got one of them a thing at all.

I wanna play Little Big Planet. But I don't have it.

So...

Enjoy this story I wrote for my French II class. Ignore any mistakes in spelling, grammar, etc. if you care at all for my mental well-being.