Family vacation

Okay I know its so cliche, everyone hates family vacations. No, I loathe them and will never be going on one again. My sister seems to think I'm going to steal my mom's attention and love. She's constantly trying to beat me. I have something wrong, she has something MORE wrong. Same with injuries.

I did get some clothes. 6 shirts for 30 overall. yeah that is like $5 a shirt.

Didn't get much school work done like I had wanted and realized that driving can be boring.

I did miss home and really missed 'Nooga. But I would love to move out. But really, enough with the cliches.

You know when you don't want someone to same something becuase someone else int eh group doesn't know about it. You know like parties? Sherlock Holmes does it better by pretending to faint and creating a scene.

You need to spy on someone? Sherlock Holmes pretends to be engaged to the maid, who doesn't know its a lie.

Do you need to get someone out of the room? Send Lestrade to interrogate criminal while you leap over and try to find a secret compartment with the help of Watson. Then pretend like nothing happened and your bored...

Okay so why are all new songs written by guys for girls? I mean I want to sing them but I mean really? I would be singing to a girl.... -.-

Mounteagle.... where losing concentration for a moment means instant death.

Do you ever need to lay low to escape a criminal? pretend your dead and don't tell your best friend... whose wife dies soon after, leaving him alone.....

One point on Sherlock Holmes the person, other than the other rambles I just said. He needed Watson. What was once the guy who never had, or needed a friend; learns about friendship... okay let's not lie, he grew increasingly fond of Watson, potentially in a codependent way. But what can you do when your Bipolar...


Okay now on a scale of 1-10 how random was this? 1 being least and 10 being most....

Rest of the season coming soon!!!

Like a BAWSSSSS

....... expeiriment/idea

The world stood still as the EMTs swarmed the scene. They kept pushing me away, telling me I had to let go. They took over and put him up on the stretcher. That's when I hear it, "He's not breathing!" the buzz of paddles being charged mixes in with the chaos of the crowd.
It shouldn't have been him. This was all my idea! I told him to stay, not follow me. Oh, but he was ever so courageous and loyal, always looking out for me. My reckless behavior, the direct opposite of who he was. I had never considered the killer would go after those I care about. It never occurred to me that others would be harmed, never knew that another would pay the price for the risk I took.
It stopped. Nothing made sense. Why were they leaving him on the stretcher!? They need to save him!
Someone gently leads me to another ambulance. The EMTs check my vitals, shining lights in my eyes and asking em meaningless questions. Why weren't they saving him? The detective, our friend and confidant in all this, came over. He's speaking to me but I can't hear him, it's like I'm underwater. "Heart.....-ouldn't sav-....-oo lat-....."
I just stared. He spoke in slow motion.. "They couldn't save him. He's dead."
I felt like a train hit me. Those last words.... he's dead.... Then the world came rushing back. All the noises, the sirens, talking, talking talking, radios, it was all too much.
My world cracked. Reality hit. My best friend, come to think of it, he was really my only friend. i had aquiantances, but no one really close. Since childhood... gone. Forever. Never coming back....

Things that are more fun....

So I thought I should post about my trip to Nashville (which started a day later than planned).
Let me list things that are more fun and less stressful than this trip...

1. Somebody burning your forearm with a cigar.
2. A trip to the ER where you are the patient
3. Childbirth
4. Reading War and Peace in 12 hrs
5. Alligator attack
6. Listening to Rush Limbaugh
7. An emergency tracheotomy
8. A car crash
9. Watching disney channel ALL DAY
10. Chemistry class

Facebook

It starts out innocently enough,

you say, "I'm just gonna see if I have any updates!"

But once your on, leaving is tough.

You knew it would happen, you took the bait.

Now your on your secret crushes page,

analyzing ever comment they make.

When they flirt with someone else your enraged,

 you think, "ew, that person is SO fake!"

One hour later, your still chilling,

That paper you were writing? forgotten.

You continue to procrastinate, it's so easy, your willing

But now your eyes are starting to hurt and feel like cotton.

It's midnight, "WHAT?" let's face it, you haven't even started.

It's due tomorrow, so starts the mad rush.

It's time that you and your facebook parted.

Except for now, your brain is only mush.

Well oops, you did it again, facebook played with you heart

you got lost in the games

Well now its time for that kick start,

but wait, just let me look up a name...

This is facebook... its pretty much made out of magic..

Oh and don't forget youtube... you say to yourself "oh, only one funny thing!"

3HOURS LATER.....

*disclaimer: I don't own facebook and facebook makes it own money without me..... and same with youtube... but if I did I totally would be doing something other than this

Don't even bother reading this...

Okay so if you ARE reading this you actually bothered.... sorry to tell you that it probably will be a sad, angsty post.... really not even for your sake but more for my own...


The brisk night signals the approaching fall and eventual winter. The fields, once filled with rich amber reeds, are now coated by a deep caramel in the darkness. Clouds drift across this celestial sphere, ever so often hovering as if hesitant at what might be. The clouds sweep across the heavens and I can see the moon for a moment. Moonbeams illuminate the wheat, giving it a eerie golden aura. Several crows that were in the tall grass are suddenly spooked and fly off. The temperature has dropped along with the atmosphere's pressure, promising the soon arrival of the thundering warriors. The wind changes from a slight breeze to howling in the darkness and soon the moon is enveloped by the inky blanket, concealing the stars. The reeds bend and sway, dancing across the landscape.

The Most EMO POST IN ALL THE LAND!

Dear Diary: 

Mood: Apathetic. 

My life is spiralling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert. It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs like 'Stab My Heart Because I Love You' and 'Rip Apart My Soul' and of course, 'Stabby Rip Stab Stab'. And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thingy. Like that guy from that band can do. Some days, you know... 

I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be 
You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me 
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face 
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs 
'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag 
I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag 
'Cause our dudes look like chicks, and our chicks look like dykes 
'Cause emo is one step below transvestite! 

Stop my breathing and slit my throat 
I must be emo 
I don't jump around when I go to shows 
I must be emo 

I'm dark, and sensetive with low self-esteem 
The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween 
I have no real problems but I like to make believe 
I stole my sister's mascara now I'm grounded for a week 
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies 
I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing 
Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun 
They say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one 

Stop my breathing and slit my throat 
I must be emo 
I don't jump around when I go to shows 

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I must be emo 
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes 
I must be emo 
I play guitar and write suicide notes 
I must be emo 

My life is just a black abyss, you know, it's so dark. And it's suffocating me. Grabbing ahold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans... which look great on my by the way. 

When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction 
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection 
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses 
I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes 
I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth 
You can read me "Catcher in the Rye," and watch me jack off 
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life 
If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right! 

I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo 
I must be emo 
Screw XBox, I play old school Nintendo 
I must be emo 
I like to whine and hate my parentals 
I must be emo 
Me and my friends all look like clones 
I must be E-Mo 

My parents just don't get me, you know. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s. Can't 2... or 4 dudes make-out with each other without being gay? I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me, you're my best friend... 

I feel like tacos


Go here to see it acted out! via stick people of course!

Not only...

Not only have I figured out that the world is my oyster and I can do anything, I have actually discovered a point to chemistry. Now if I could figure out how to create this chemical reactions and get my hands on some chemicals I could have some proper fun!
Things I have learned,

• Cooking spicy things (peppers) in frying pan can lead to burning sensation in tender skin and inside of nose.
• Lettuce wedges are indeed what they say and are both not a source of nutrition but also should not be ordered at all.
• There are several poisons that affect the acetycholinesterase and acetycholine receptors which in turn cause differing affects on the muscular systems ranging from spastic paralysis to flaccid paralysis, most often all are fatal to subject in high doses. Exmples are insecticides and curare. Also there is an autoimmune disease that attacks itself and causes flaccid paralysis too, called myasthenia gravis
• Interestingly enough some of the poisons can help treat diseases, if in low doses, such as a poison that inhibits acetycholinesterase can help stimulate muscle movement (if too much then there is spastic paralysis) and can be used to treat myasthenia gravis.
• Being a good person and being pretty has nothing to do with getting a boyfriend.
• I potentially have an arrogance problem.
• One cannot take the carotid pulse on both sides at same time as it will cause patient to pass out. This is often used in crime to keep people from screaming (such as "Shawn Takes a Shot in the Dark" on Psych) and/or cause them to pass out or die. Do not try at home, unless you are an evil criminal and then I'm calling the cops
• Tetanus is used to describe contraction of muscle fibers. Complete contraction is the real deal. People who get tetanus from the infection from a nuerotoxin will exibit signs first in the TMJ (tempromadibular joint) and thus the name "lockjaw." While mortality rates range from 50% to 75%, only 11% of reported cases have been fatal. Good news? This is preventable, so get the SHOT!!!!! Vaccines were created for a reason, not to kill you but to prevent your death!
• The potential of me enjoying the learning of all this? 100%

So I also, along with some friends, saw the fantastic Midori live. Let's just say the way a violin should be played is fully realized in her.
Studying on a Saturday night? yeah, I might be a loser, but I will be one with an A (fingers crossed).

Aw look, this is how much my other personalities care... :(

Yeah, that was good for your mind..... oh time travel, how you make things so much more interesting and possibly messed up.

Becuase we still have 3 more days of school til "break"

Sherlock cares not for your rules and regulations. He laughs at your compliance with social norms.

Even the great Sherlock Holmes chills on Sundays....

Yes maybe I am random, but  you know what? There are numerous scientific theories based on millions of random interactions. Which really poses the question in life... is anything ever truly random?