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Ever since I was little, I was always told that I could never date or have a boyfriend till after college. Ever since I was little, I honored that to the best of my ability. Unfortunately, I broke both those two rules. I learned my lesson and resumed my adamant stance without question. I knew that my parents only did this to protect me, and I understood it. I have had to use my rejection speech so many times that it comes second nature. Today was a day of angering revelation: my mother told me I could bring a guy home and if they approved, I'd be able to date that guy. WTHECK???????????????????????????????????? When did the chains surrounding me and holding me from involving myself with the opposite sex break?? No one told me of this. And the way I found out about it occurred in this order. Now as you read this, you will no doubt become confused. No, really. You WILL be confused because there's just no other way to understand this. Don't believe me? Well, let'

She's got it all figured out Everyone knows it They doubt They whisper They nod and say, "She'll come to her senses" She's got them all figured out No one knows it She cries She binges She only dreams of failure and shame What happened to the girl Who wanted to reach the sky Where endless opportunities waited for her When did she stop dreaming Why did she quit trying How did she fall from the light? Her body walks among us Fooling the purest of heart and Good intent of mind They can't tell Her heart is no longer here We pass her by Knowing there's something wrong Not caring to cry with her She won't tell Our hearts are deaf to her sorrow Walk on lonely child We don't want you. Watery eyes Heartfelt cries Are not worth our time. I know you all think I'm a failure I knew you all felt this way I know you pierce me with your hate I knew I should never have trusted you So I walk on Not daring to stop Not hoping for help Nor hesitating to turn back I

I think the weather is reading my mind... I've been yearning for a cool breeze to come For the clouds to occlude the overwhelming heat of the sun I crave for the icy bite on my face For the crisp air to enter my lungs It's a sign that Winter is approaching A time that suits me perfectly It is the extension of who I really am A cold-hearted being surrounded in her element of ice With it I'm able to hide myself under sheets and blankets Staying the right temperature Both inside and out I'm immune to others emotions and am able to only feel my own Just as it should always be This selfishness was born in my heart As I was born into this world She has festered and has rooted down Her existence can no longer be moved Her arms engulf me in an icy embrace One that I do not want to ever leave She keeps me from harm From those who would hurt me Some have broken through "Friends" who would have me believe that the sun will not harm me Deceiving me into thinking that I co

It's too hot here my neck is scorching with this chain holding me down I can't move If I do, they'll see me They'll coming rushing to burn me even more They hold those weapons in their hands Long poles with fire emanating out of them They circle around me If I even twitch, they'll see I don't want them to know that I'm still alive Barely alive, really Hiding myself in this shell I'm trapped in I have no choice but to slowly die here I made a mistake It was a trap from the beginning A trap to corner me here and hold me down They want my blood They want everything I have I can't let that happen I can't give up These material things that brought me here They looked intriguing and friendly Harmless at first Till I realized that they were nothing But a scheme To show me how foolish I was To show me how alone I am To show me how my soul would soon be theirs I won't lie I'm afraid I avoid looking into my captor's faces For if I do I feel as

Blogging....what is that? It's been so long that I barley remember how to do this. Let me see...oh right. I ramble on about how I'm doing and tell a funny story or thought provoking tale. Well, I don't feel like doing that right now. I feel like writing about...nothing. Okay, it's most likely nothing to YOU, but it's pretty important to me. Hey! That's a good topic. You know when you tell people something you think is absolutely fantastical but they don't give a crap about it? And then when they tell YOU something they think is awesome, you always try to give your enthusiasm and encouragement? Yea, that's the story of my life. And that's mostly how I lose a lot of people who have become my friends over the years. It's like what I think is awesome isn't reciprocated back to me in the same way. Do I really talk about stupid stuff that much? I don't have that much to say unless it's about fashion, art, composers, certain movie

Eh, I knew I wasn't going to be able to stick with the list of books I posted up here earlier. But this collection of prose by Ellen Hopkins seems pretty good so far. AND it's got a plot!!! Don't you hate it when you read something that has no point at all? ...that...sounds like...my blog, huh... Look! A distraction up ahead! Oh well, it's my blog, and I'll write whatever comes to my head at the moment. Anyway, I haven't read any of her other books (i.e. "Crank," "Glass," "Impulse," "Tricks") but people keep TELLING me they're good. So hopefully this one won't let me down! Hmmm, I'm having a food coma...NAP! Read later...

And leaving you (there aren't word to untangle it) Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, so that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding, Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star. -Rainer Maria Rilke

[Facebook Note] I Can't Believe It... posted Yesterday 1:14 PM She's gone. My baby. I'll never get to see her smile ever again. I'll never get to hold her in my arms ever again. I'll never get to smell her sweet scent ever again... James and I got the call from the police a couple days ago. They said they'd just found her body near the industrial plants sewage pipes. stuffed. in a suitcase. But when I saw it in the coroner's office....Idk...it just didn't look like my Annie. James started crying when he saw her, but to me, the body laying there on the cold table wasn't my little girl. It looked so stiff and emotionless. The complete opposite of Annie. If that was really my baby, she'd be smiling with her eyes full of joy. Her limbs would be moving around to hug everyone in the room. Her hair would be bouncing around...carefree. Alive. God...please let this be some kind of nightmare... I can't really talk more about it on here...

Simply put, "Shiver" by Maggie Stiefvater is a good read. Some of the grammar was a bit weird for me to understand (maybe I'm losing my mind) but I must say, it was worth the money. The ending was a curveball for me, and if anyone wants a good book to just relax with, this isn't such a bad choice. I'll admit, I did skip over alot of the details as they seemed too much sometimes, but the dialogue really held me till the end. I was actually quite worried since the storyline didn't seem to escalate in the normal way I predicted it would. It was like waiting for the sudden burst of light at the end of the tunnel for the longest time until waiting turned into boredom. Then, just when you don't expect it, the light appears and it's quite a surprise!!! I was kind of disappointed in that I didn't feel as connected to the characters till the end, and it seemed as if Maggie Stiefvater was better suited to poetry rather than fiction. The few verses ri

Hi, everyone. My name's Annie. I was born July 26, 2001. When I was eight years old, I was murdered. Body of 8 Year Old Girl Found in Sewer by Janeane Wallace After two weeks of searching, local police have discovered the mutilated body of eight year old Annie Hill, stuffed in a suitcase near the sewage pipe of a nearby industrial plant. Sources are reluctant in divulging any new information regarding the young girl's disappearance from the school playground that horrific September morning. During an interview, the father, James Hill, 38, said, "What did my little Maggie do to deserve such cruelty? She was just a kid. It just doesn't seem fair. I.." (continues on page 6) When I was alive, I loved how blue the sky was and how it enveloped me in all its colors whenever I ran toward it in our humongous backyard. I loved my family especially. When I died, the police kept thinking that my daddy was the one who had hurt me. They thought that he was

I'll be honest. When I first saw the trailer for this movie, I was so excited. Hearing so many good things from those who had already seen it, I had set my expectations so high. Too high, apparently. After watching it, my friend looked at me and asked if I liked it. I said, "yes." However, I didn't feel as if I connected with any of the characters in the movie. I felt as if there wasn't enough time or not enough of SOMETHING to give me that connection. But this is my diagnosis for my disappointment. A week before, I had seen an INCREDIBLE movie called "Adam." It stars Hugh Dancy as a young man with Aspergers (a less severe form of Autism) who somehow finds love and himself. I was so moved by the struggles his character went through and touched by the genius story arc the movie sustained, that watching "(500) Days of Summer" could not overshadow my happiness after watching "Adam." Sorry to all the fans out there who love the m

Have you ever walked around somewhere; maybe the mall, your office, the halls of a school, or even a sidewalk and tried to greet or smile at someone, but just have them stare back at you in reply? Or have any of you LADIES experienced opening doors for the guys? Or have you MEN experienced girls burping louder and longer than the best of you? Do any of you say "please" and "thank you" when dealing with waiters, bellhops, fast food employees, or your own friends? Do people bump into you without saying "sorry" or "excuse me"? I'm just curious about this whole manners thing because I was taught to be as cordial as possible when out in public, no matter what the situation. Well, not verbally, it was "the belt" that taught me, and Fear never let me forget it! Anyway, I'm bringing this up since many of my friends don't seem to have any proper manners anymore. Was I born in the wrong era or something? Because the last time I