Period 1: Earth Science H
Period 2: PE
Period 3: English H
Period 4: Algebra (dammit)
Period 5: Band
Period 6: Lunch
Period 7: Spanish
Period 8: History.

I really don't want lunch to be so late. ;A;

I stole this from LKJSlain.

When did you join Xanga?
Originally, sometime in '03 or '04 *doesn't remember*

What brought you here?
My mom :3

Do you have other Xanga accounts?
Yeah, a few xD But I haven't been on them in a while

What sorts of things do you post?
I write, post drawings, post pictures, and post funny stuff 8D

How often do you post?
Not that often anymore.

Do you keep yourself anonymous?
I used to. I'm not as anonymous anymore, but I'm still a pretty well-kept secret. 8D If you know my penname, though, you can find me all over the internet.

Do other people in your face-to-face life have accounts here?
Yep. My mom has one.

Have you met in person with anyone you originally met on Xanga?
Sort of. My mom met my stepdad through Xanga, and then when she met him, so did I. Does that count?

How many friends do you have on have on here?
469 :3

Do you consider your friends here to be "real friends"?
Some of them.

Have you ever dated anyone you met on Xanga?
Nope.

What else are you just dying to say about Xanga?
I love it here, and some of you have been the best friends evar.

Does anyone else worry about the most trivial things before they fall asleep?

I'm asking because I realized that, for the hour that I'd been trying to sleep, I'd done nothing but worry and fret and demean myself. I was worrying about having to live alone when I get older (lord knows I won't be able to) and about getting a job at the summer camp (because I know I'm not good with kids). Those things shouldn't have been on my mind at all. It's strange, because most people do their worrying during the day, don't they? But I don't worry at all during the day. I only fret over things while I'm trying to sleep, and then I can't sleep at all. So, does anyone else worry about things while they're trying to sleep, or am I alone?

A little while ago, I went into the basement with everyone to see what they were doing. My mom and my aunt's fiance, whom I will call Retro, were inspecting a hole in the cinderblock. I couldn't see into it, but from their exclamations of surprise, it was pretty far back. We knocked on the wall a few times, and in some spots, it was hollow. We decided to see how far it went by going to the dirt room to the right (if you couldn't guess, it's a room with nothing in it but dirt) and inspecting.

In the dirt room, there's some insulation, some more cinderblocks, and that's about it. But in some parts, the blocks were crumbly, and someone - we don't know who - had taken out the blocks in one part, dug out all the dirt, and then replaced it. We don't know why, but we do know that they did it. How, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you - along with the insulation on the floor, there was a ladle. Yes, the kind of ladle you used for soup. Also, the dirt in that area was soft. There was even a spot where it wasn't dirt at all - it was sand! We're certain that there's a room back there, but it's too small to be a fallout shelter. Now, I'm wondering what's back there. We all are. I'm thinking it's either a body, some kind of expensive material (jewels, money, etc.), or just an empty hole. Either way, it's cool. :3

Well, that was my adventure of the night. What do you guys think is in the hole?

(Oh, and this has nothing to do with the room, but when we all turned around to leave, there was a Barbie, covered in dirt, and missing its head. It hadn't been there when we went in. o.o)

And this is why we have Wikipedia.

http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/2005/4/11/

Lol just kidding. I still suck.



On a different note, this drawing actually has shading in it. That's an improvement, right?

This is very strange.

Just now, I was trying to sleep. The way I do this is by imagining little stories in my head, and in doing so, I lull myself to sleep. Right in the middle of one, the scene changed to my social studies classroom. (I guess I'd fallen asleep by then.) In the dream, I lifted a window blind and saw my friend Kristen, who isn't in that class with me. She asked, "Hey, is anybody here really afraid of the dark?"

Right then, it turned into what can only be considered a mind screw.

The "camera", I guess you could say, started racing all over the freaking place, and people were talking about who-knows-what, though I'm fairly certain it was about... a certain suit clad humanoid. Then, everything turned black, and all I could do was hear. I heard voices saying things like "there's no escape" and "he will find you" and all that kind of creepy stuff, and I got that pressure in my ears, the one I get when my fan isn't on (though it sounded like static). Every so often, I'd see what looked like a man in a suit coming closer, and closer...

And then it just ended. All that creepy stuff just ended, and I woke up.

I cannot begin to describe the fear I was feeling just now. It was extreme fear. I may have been scared because I felt as though my death was inevitable (which it is, anyhow), or maybe I was scared of a fate worse than death.

But that had to have been the worst nightmare I've ever had. It lasted all of ten seconds, but those ten seconds were enough to reduce me to trembling in fear in my bed. I hope I never have another dream like that again.

...this will be my last post about myself for a while.

As you all know (or as you all hopefully know), I don't cry that easily. It takes a lot. Before today, the only movie that has made me cry is Grave of the Fireflies. I sobbed for about ten minutes, and then I was done. Today, though, that wasn't the case.

In English (which is my last period of the day), we were watching the Anne Frank movie. Anne and Margot had just gotten into the concentration camp. I assumed that it would end there, but I was wrong. So very wrong. No, it showed everything - them arriving, them being put into barracks, and their lives in the camps. And I was horrified, but I didn't cry. It wasn't until the end, when Margot died, that I started crying. It wasn't much, either. Just a tear or two. But as the class went on, I really started thinking about how terrible it must've been. Then I started crying even more, to the point that I was nearly sobbing.

The period then ended and I was out the door right away. Daniela saw me and hugged me, and told me to stop crying. She made me laugh a little, but we had to go our separate ways once outside. That let me think a little. And once I thought about how I'd feel if that happened now, to my family, I almost burst into tears on the spot. But I made it to my bus with nothing to show my sadness but blurry eyes and my lip trembling. Chrissa and Lucario were already there, and since we normally race each other, Chrissa and Lucario both made it clear that I'd lost. I didn't really care, so I didn't lash out (playfully) like I normally would have. That must've been the first warning sign, for both of them. Chrissa asked if I was upset because I'd lost, but I shook my head (why would I be upset over such a trivial thing?). Lucario didn't say anything, but I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at me, but not in the way a kid stares at his or her crush. It was a stare of curiosity. The bus started to move away from the school, and by this point I think Lucario knew something was wrong with me. Aside from the physical differences, I wasn't bothering him like I always do. I wasn't even talking. I was just sitting there, looking at my seat, trying not to cry. After a few minutes, Lucario's curiosity and/or concern (I'm not sure what it was) got the best of him, so he said to me, "I have to know. What happened?"

I explained that I had just been watching Anne Frank, and my fear had just gotten the better of me. He - and this is the strangest part for me - he made an effort to comfort me, by saying, "Well, at least he's gone now." Then he tried to make me laugh by adding, "And now he can have epic rap battles with Darth Vader." It worked, but for the rest of the bus ride, we didn't talk. And when I got off the bus and he said "bye", his voice had this gentleness to it, like he was genuinely concerned. (Of course, I'll never know if he was.) Since I decided to get off at the stop before mine, I had to walk a little further. I was hoping to cool my head a bit. Unfortunately, this had the adverse effect. By the time my house was in view, I was running, because I couldn't keep it in anymore. The first thing I did upon getting inside was throw my arms around my mom, and cry. She was surprised, of course, but allowed me to do so before asking what was wrong. She was really worried (because the last time I walked into the house crying, it was because of two jerk friends that had hurt me bad), but once I explained it, she almost seemed amused. I think she posted about it on Facebook.

Well, anyway, today was several firsts for me. First time I cried at school, first time the person that comforted me was a friend, and the first time that the person that comforted me was a boy. Hopefully, I don't have to watch that movie tomorrow, and hopefully, Lucario doesn't tease me about it tomorrow (seeing as I have lunch with him). But I'll have to thank him.

Anyhow, that was my story of the day. Since I think I've been talking about myself too much, I'll try to cut down on this type of stuff. Thanks for putting up with it, though. ^_^

 
I don't even know this guy.