We Have Professionals To Tell Us What's Wrong With Us

And today is the day I realized how fucked up it really is. The "intresting" blog I was going to post up today I am now procrastinating on and will post it up tomorrow instead. Unless I decide to procrastinate then too... Bascailly, EVENTUALLY, I will have something more interesting than usual posted on here in a matter of time. OKay? Okay. So anywho, we have these things called "doctors" and these other things called "parents". And they're plotting against the world. They wake people up in the morning when they've still got half an hour of sleep left to tell you that you're about to get a you're-fucking-insane-speech from some asshole in a nuetral colored room.



I should be thinking of stuff to say in Spanish class about boring people who lived a long time ago and did...stuff. I don't want to. So I'm not going to. I was so sleepy during gym class that I didn't have the energy to work out. So I sat on this chest press machine in the corner and fell asleep. The teacher actually didn't notice. It was great. In Chorus, my teacher keeps switching my part. I am so fucking confused now >.< In math, I took a test I thought I'd fail. I might not. It's a nice feeling. In History, I was happy. MARIAAA, YOU'VE GOTTA SEE HERRAAA. During lunch, I ate brownies. In science, I made fun of some guy's last name. In English, he kept kicking the bottom of my feet. And asked me to make him butter cream oranges since I ate all the brownies. Ha... Yeah... he's going to be disappointed. Since neither of us knew what the hell those are. I declared that he's trisexual.



What if there was a guy...who liked a girl....completely based on her handwriting. Like...he saw how she wrote on her worksheets and shit in class. And he was like..."That handwriting..it's...beautiful..its...strong...it's perfect" *falls in love* Wouldn't that be weird?!? Someone who fell in love with people cause of their handwriting?! Yeah... Then no one would fall in love with me because my handwritings neat....but not readable. Cause nobody knows how to read printursive. You probably don't even know what that means. YOU FAIL AT LIFE! I'M WASTING MY TIME FEEDING YOU MY WONDERFUL THOUGHTS! ANNA OUT!

PURPLE

Hi. I'm going to write an actually interesting blog tomorrow. Unfortunatley, you'll have to suffer through these god awful boring ones for one more night. I wonder if Shih Tzu's know they're cute. They must be so goddamn stuck up on the inside. But I don't blame them. If I could strutt my cuteness around like they do and have people want to gimme tummy rubs and treats...I"d be stuck up too. In English, I didn't do anything except talk since I didn't have to do the work. Man...I love being absent. Anywho, so I sat in a different seat and I was bored so I talked to everyone and basically through the whole class off schedule. We didn't do anything. My teacher was annoyed but she's not the kind of teacher to do something about it. I had a good long conversation with three russians about ear/mindgasms and telling people that we were going to rape them. You should do it something. Or tell them, "I love your dog! HE JUST TAKES IT!" The expressions on the faces of those children are priceless. Or if you just want to be creepy but not a rapist, a great thing to say to someone is, "I want you inside of me" O.O That ones always a good one.... I didn't talk to anyone until after lunch. I was way too fucking pissed off. As I always am when not fed properly. But I didn't want to eat breakfast cause my parents were being dicks so I left as soon as I could. Which happened to be 10 minutes later then I usually leave. Anywhozzles. I've never gone to school without someone random coming up to me and guessing my nationality. I mean...people can say whatever the hell they want to me but...it's getting a little old. Today I was German...

Today was my first day of indoor track. It is definetly not inside and it is definetly not as great as I thought track was suppose to be. I was stupid so I brought shorts. We ran around outside for an hour. Then it started snowing. I wanted to yell at the sky for making snowflake babies, but love is love....I don't know if that makes anysense at all....but....who...cares......
Why the fuck did it snow?! And it wasn't even real snow, it was that pertend snow that gets your hopes up but snows at the wrong time and goes away in 20 minutes after raising your hopes up really high.

OKay....Now I forgot what I was talking about...And I refuse to re-read. I never EVER re-read. It always sounds more interesting when you don't re-read. And if you repeat yourself and go full circle...you feel like a poet. I have four tests tomorrow. My goal on all of them to get 100%. Why yes, I do set goals that are practically impossible to acheive. We all know that I should be setting a goal of simply a passing grade. Not that I'm stupid. Just that my teachers refuse to accept the fact that I was absent yesterday and should get one more day to studu for a random test that was reviewed on the day of my absence. BUT! Oh well. I'll live.

Okay bye.

Sick Hearts

Yeah so... Yours truly is sick. How sad. When I'm sick, I can't sleep even more than I can't on a daily basis. It fucking sucks! So...last night, I went to bed at 11:30pm. I kind of laid there for half an hour. Then I got impatient and listened to my ipod. I was listening to really loud obnoxious music for about an hour. Then it was 1:17 and I still wasn't asleep. So I listened to Beethoven. Not even kidding. That helped. Then I woke up at 2:22am with this awful headache. I laid in bed until 4:44am. Then I fell back asleep and woke up when my alarm rang and I couldn't talk. So I told my mom I wasn't going to school and she was half asleep so she was like "yeahwhateverovaihdeh". Then I went back to bed and actually fell asleep. I woke up at 10am and felt like SHIT. So I laid in bed until noon. Then I went on facebook and Otto Django was on soI talked to him for a while. And got his address so I can send him a letter and shit. Fucking UK... it stole him. Anywho. So after that, I took a shower. You know when you have a fever, your skin is so goddamn sensitive, so like...anything that touches it hurts in an awkward way? Yeah...my shower hurt. XD Then...I kind of don't remember how anything went after that. My day was kind of a blur. Hopefully I'll be back in school by Wednesday. I'm glad we don't have practice then though, cause I know I won't want to go. So....Yeah. My day was insanely uninteresting. =( BORINGNESS!!... Peace.

MJE SERDCE STALE BOLY!!!

A to nigdy presta.
Hi. It's Sunday. I don't remember the last week that well. I didn't sleep much. I think last week was the week with the banquet? I don't know. I don't care. My world and my mind and my dreams that I get when I do sleep all smoosh together and a week is more like a month for me, but goes by as fast as a day. And then I can't tell the difference between what's happening and what only happened in my mind. It's tough to keep in touch with reality. It doesn't call very often. It's like a long distance relationship with someone who cheats constantly anyhow and doesn't know the meaning of "comitted" unless it has to do with sitting in a prison cell. You're not required to know what the hell I'm talking about. People have been getting either pissed at me or annoyed with me alot lately. Now I found out why. "Why don't you care about anything?" That's why. Because I can't and you have to deal with it. And I don't care if you want to deal with it or not, if you don't, then you can go fuck a goat. Whew, haven't used that line since 7th grade. Good times.... I want better grades because I want my parents to think I'm smarter than they think I am. But i don't know if I care enough to actually accomplish that little goal. I guess we'll find out. Remember that painting? Yeah. I'm still working on it. But I'm afraid to sometimes because I don't want to mess up what I've gotten so far. And I don't even have that much stuff painted on it yet. >.< My mind bothers me. I'd switch with someone else. Even with someone brainwashed. But then again... I don't know if I have the courage to stop thinking. Ever had a dream about your parents' bosses coming to your house mutated and fused with 4 other people that are a couple feet taller than them, it raining on your nice rug, people sleeping in your room, your sister laughing at you for being "sick", and your mother gagging you with a toothbrush? Yeah. I know you haven't. Tomorrow is school. Tomorrow is indoor track. I love running. But I don't want to go. I hate school, so of course I don't want to go. I want to get out of there. I hate evverything about it. My calendat's empty and yet, it feels like it's overpacked. I don't like it. I cut my hair when I have nothing else to do. And yet it grows so fast anyhow. *shrugs* I don't obey me. It can get irritating. I hope your guyses week isn't as much of a blur after it passes by as mine.
It's because I'M TRAPPED!

The Delusionist

Hello there dear children. I apologize for not writing many blogs lately. I know I'm a horrible person, leave me alone! No...I do not have a valid excuse as to why I'm so lazy. Anywho, Today I realized the world wasn't going to end. Why do I have this delusion you ask? Because my mum just came back from who knows where she was over the weekend, and she bought me BRAND NEW FUCKING PAINTBRUSHES!!! Yesterday, I couldn't wait to paint, so I ended up being so desperate that I painted with Q-Tips. She really helped. Maybe there's a glimpse of hope that I'm more than a pile of flesh in a room in her house =D So people have been asking lately (No they haven't, I just want to tell people even though no one gives a shit) what it is that I paint/draw. WELL! Anything I want to! I'm in the middle of painting (now with actual paintbrushes instead of ghetto q-tips!) what a stoned person looks like to a stoned person. I'm in high hopes that it won't look like a peice of crap ^o^ I have 12 entire new brushes. Just the idea makes me have butterflies in my tummy! When I actually look at them, I cough up insects..... That can't be good..... So....My past week sucked. Then last weekend I went to a show where I met a bunch of cool people and got to see a bunch of cool people. (laurel, mark, awa, etc) The week following is a blur. It probably sucked. Doesn't matter. Then on Friday, I went to the football game cause Magruder was going against GHS so I went to the Gburg side and avoided getting my ass beat by MHS-ers. It was okay. part of the time I was giddy, and another part I was depressed. Yesterday I hung out with Laurel and Mark. They're cool. I'm always happy around them. Today, I woke up on Laurel's couch. Then I went home and took a shower. Then I drank coffee and ate a bunch of food. Food reminds me. I really want to be a vegetarian but my parents will pull my toe nails off if I even try to convince them to allow me to be one. It's sad. But the idea of eating meat is grossing me out again D= I miss when I was one and felt like just by missing a common factor in my meal, I as making SOME kind of difference. And when I was at home, and had a different dinner than my family, I felt like i was SOMEHOW protesting. It's a nice feeling. Basically, I have to avoid meat. I will likely be forced to eat it, and then gag alittle as I consume it, but when I have a choice, my choice is not supporting suffereing. Anywho. Then I did my homework. Some of it that is. I'll finish the rest eventually. Tonight, I plan on painting, making bracelets, maybe doing all that homework, watching a movie, and attempting to sleep. It's tough to sleep. Like a challenge every night... In my next painting, I intend to include unicorns in there somewhere. I'll manage. I like clouds. I think I'd have fun being an autism kid. That wasn't PC and that's exactly why I said it. I plan on doing that often now because most of the things people don't consider PC or "normal" is exactly what everyones thinking. Therefore, I think saying these things will eventually make other people say them too, since ya know....majority of the population are brainwashed or mndless zombies. If people start saying them too, I think people will start saying things they think and be more honest more often and I think it'll make people less self-concious. Self-conciousness is like a disease.
So basically.....SPEAK PEOPLE!!!! That is all.