BOYS SUCK. I am sick of boys being stupid and hurtful, even when I'm not dating them. Sometimes, I wish I was a lesbian. I'd date Amy Lee... or Angelina Jolie, she's hot. But alas, I am straight. The only thing keeping me so anymore is probably the fact that I want children of my own one day. Blaaah, I hate boys and boys hate me.

I lost a friend yesterday (July 17th). He was a BOY. Not a man, a boy. My sadness turned to anger, went back to sadness, and is now lingering somewhere in between... back to the arts:

I've been posting a lot of old stuff that I only just received the means to get it onto the computer with. Still not a scanner; I used my digital camera. Some of it is coming out yellowish because of that. I have no choice but to work on my artwork over the summer. I am taking A.P. next year. Maybe this time someone will notice me.

It was my birthday this past Pearl Harbor day, but that's irrelevant.
I'm seventeen.

I have an iPod now... for my birthday. IT'S BLUE. A beautiful blue. Still irrelevant.

I suck at poetry, but my Creative Writing class is doing nothing but poetry for the rest of the semester. I really miss the prose. So, I took a stab at the whole poet thing and belt out a 28 line poem entitled "Nicholas." It's over there in my "Recent Deviations" thing... read it, I need the critiquing. Presently, I am attempting to write another short story. Trying to keep it down to a page and a half 'cause I'm reading it to the class on Tuesday.

Look out for that story. It'll be here.

I haven't been here in awhile, but hey. Isn't that what I always do? Writing another journal to myself since, y'know, I'm the only one who reads it. I just submitted a new short story. The title is a pun. A pun! I love them. Literary jokes just crack me up. Even more than I already am. Hahaha.
Things are going pretty well. We had an anonymous fax warning our school that it was threatened by a gang that was going to strike on November first. Naturally, almost no one showed up to school that day. Even my math teacher was absent. The whole thing turned out to be another hoax, but I guess it was better that some people didn't take the chance. Most of my friends wound up coming to school. In a way that kind of frightened me. Maybe I was the only one who took it seriously. Just a little bit.
My creative writing class is sort of forcing me to write more often. I usually don't have time to write because of all the schoolwork I get, but now that my writing is schoolwork, it all works out. Unfortunately, I'm already a nobody on Deviant and most people only notice visual artwork. So, I'm only making myself into more of a nobody. I'll be posting more visual art as soon as I finish something I deem worthy of making public. My brother's scanner is only a few rooms away.
In short, I'm updating again. I'll try to keep things more current while my computer is still working. Hopefully during this time someone will actually read one of my stories. Knock on wood.

Coughsneezechoke. I've had a terrible fever for the past few days. It's just terrible. In other news, I haven't been drawing much lately; it sucks. Maybe my dream of being a writer/artist will only workout halfway. Eh. I haven't been writing too much either, but at least I've been reading. I started working on the first chapter of the book I mentioned in some of my prose deviations. READ THEM. Onegai? OHyeah. I've had this really good friend for over two years, but we've never met face-to-face. We talk on the phone a lot and tell each other just about -everything- and FINALLY a couple of weeks ago my mom took me to his part of the country and we got together! My mom had to be there on business, I sort of tagged along to visit him. He's even more amazing in person than on the phone. That was the weekend before A-kon... which I missed. I haven't missed an A-kon in three years, but this year we simply could not find the means of reaching Texas. Going to see my good buddy Johnny makes up for it, though. Even though less people probably visit my page, I would suggest checking his stuff out . He's a far better artist than I am. Like, *far* better. Well, I'm finally done with school and after I clean my room, I'm going to force myself to get back into the world of writing and drawing. Not that anyone but the occasional visit of my sib care. Eh heh... that's it for my meaningless journal update, catch you all later.

WELL! I had my good buddy Chelsea's sweet sixteen this past Friday and man it was CRAZY. There were about seventy or so people there and all I did was dance, dance, dance. My friend Heather and I didn't even eat anything, we were so busy dancing. Most of the people there forgot that the party was for Chelsea because we had a semi-famous guest join us. If any of you watch Fuse, then you may know their heavy metal VJ, Juliya. Chelsea's aunt is her manager, so Juliya joined us for the party. It was pretty cool. She didn't dance until closer to the end. I made my boyfriend, Nick dance with her. She was calling him over and he didn't go... so I pushed him. Oh, how silly it was. I didn't dance with her, but I danced with almost everyone else. My friend Joe (for any of you who have looked at my previous work, Joe was a member of The Bus Trio) is really into ska, so he was skanking like a madman. That's one move I haven't quite mastered yet, but I still attempted it! In heels... and a dress. Do you know how hard it is to do the -entire- Cotton-Eye Joe song in heels? Pretty hard. Oh well... I love to dance. I don't know how or anything, I just kind of make stuff up, but it's fun. I don't care if I look stupid, I love doing it. There was a magnificant quote of the week delivered by the lovely Nick. He came up from behind my friend Sean and I and said something along the lines of, "There was a table! A table! And do you know what was on the table? A tablecloth. In the bathroom!" It was hilarious at the time, I suppose it was just one of those things where you had to be there. Other good news from dear Chelsea's party: one of my very, very good friends Matt was there. I almost never get to see him because we go to different schools and he's busy quite often. Chelsea and he are friends 'cause I introduced them, although I think they forgot that that's how they met... but anyway, he was there and it was nice. Although he kind of hung around my friend Mollie most of the time, we still had a chance to say hello and all the like. Hopefully we can get together again soon. Wow! This is turning out to be the longest deviant journal entry I have ever posted. I had some good news to get out there... even though no one reads these... Oh well. Maybe someday I'll get a scanner or someone will read my stories and I'll become better known. Then my adoring fans can read these and other older journals. Haha, yes... that'll be the day. Moving on, I s'pose that's about it. Dancing is great, don't be shy. Who cares what you look like? Just have fun! That's something to be remembered throughout life. HAVE FUN! because if you died tomorrow, I'm sure you'd have regretted not enjoying life. Well, see ya 'round peeps and always brush after every meal.