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Why does it always come back to Hitler?

In Social Science we are looking at theories about development. I see myself in the "lacking ability to form relationships" category. Ms. Shields keeps saying some people are never able to form close-knit relationships. This discourages me. During class I felt like falling out of my chair, but I would have smacked my head off of Leeanne's desk. Which might have been for the best actually. I also sat there thinking, when I'm old, I'm mostly likely going to end up in a home. This is discouraging.

But you know what's not discouraging? Crayons. I bought a pack today with the little money I have. I also bought two surprise bags. Inside were whistles in shapes of trumpets and clovers. I also received a pixie stick, and popeye cigarettes. There was actually white, glittery film on the crayons. Anthrax? That's a possibility. Do crayons form mold?

That's a very thoughtful question...

The one umbrella you grabbed from the closet turns out to be broken. Nevertheless, it was pleasant walking in the rain. I caught raindrops on my eyelashes, as well as a cold. Brr.

I've got nothing tonight. My mind is too cluttered with assignments, and soon-to-be biology debate. I get to heckle! Aren't you proud?

Richard, you were in my dream last night and you were quite the master of disguise. You kept changing into matching hats and sweaters within seconds.

I also had three knives stuck in my leg last night.

"Any chance of ever speaking seriously may I add? Any answer I would find acceptable..."

This is impossible.

My dream last night involved Ms. Hill yelling "Ashley, I like your shirt but you run like a retard." The lady in white also re-visited me in the forest. I hid in the water from a man who was chasing me. This is another "re-occuring but with a different scenario dream" again. And then I ended up locked in a portable, with people who I don't quite remember. We escaped by pulling the wall a part, and this is where Ms. Hill comes into play.

I feel nauseous. Something is starting to crawl up my throat. Remember, always swallow.

My sister got me the book Diary tonight. I'm thrilled to bits. I've been cradling the book like a baby in my arms all night. His books are so...refreshing.

Anyhow, I know the map of the middle east like the back of my hand. Literally. Actually, it's more like the inside of my wrist, but I know it. I was too lazy to study the map. Sue me.

Why am I not sleeping?

Ah, Sir Richard, you helpful little blogger. The candle-stick picture was a riot, simply a riot. And I shall look into your suggestions.

Despite my inability to read/write comments, this does not prevent me from checking my account for an update on comments made in my blog.

You have yet to defeat me, Richard.

I lost my mind in the sink today. It went right down the fucking drain. Like a god damn sewer rat.

I cannot read comments, or even write comments in anyone's blog at the moment. Any pop-up that dares to...well pop-up, closes every window that I am in. This is surely pissing me off. Something is always going wrong with this computer.

Anyhow, March Break comes to an end. How saddening. And the snow has returned. How even more saddening. I didn't really finish any homework. And I didn't really practice for piano. What the hell was I up to this week? It's sad when you actually look forward to school tomorrow.

The End.

But speaking of "The End", would you like to read a story? I'm sure you would. It may make you feel nauseous, but that's what makes it a good story. GUT ME!

As I slept today in the comfort of my bed, a rabbit was suffering in between the wire fence, and is now forever sleeping in the powdered snow.

Phooey to Biology.

But Hurrah for safety goggles:



Take me seriously.

Please?

Today I found a new playground, or more so rediscovered it. I didn't get very far with my venturing, as my right leg had plunged into the freezing water. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

I am rather distracted. As usual. Goo'night.

balloons. school rooftop. friday. me and the open sky. it will be fun.

Today I continuously wrote my name on a piece of paper during lunch time. I was hoping I would find myself among the jumbled letters. But I was no where to be found between the liz and beth, or the h and ill. Not even between the A and sh.

Piece the letters together, and you could stalk me.

"Why am I talking to you about magic bosoms and llamas... I think I've finally gone mental...
I blame you..."

I corrupt people, and this pleases me.

I also fled from a friend today at lunch, as a result of my extreme shakiness and the butterflies in my stomach. I was afraid to open my mouth just incase they escaped. The butterflies, that is. They tend to cause havoc when they are on the loose. They commit suicide into people's eyes like dancing suicide bombers, or fly up their pant legs, preferably the left one. This causes the victim to do a funny jig. So beware and tuck your pants into your socks when I begin to open my mouth.

So, you know that place, where I go to bang on the sleek black and white keys? It's been cancelled. I thank that awful bug that has been going around for this particular cancellation. Though I do hope Jane returns back to normal health in due time. The piano and I are on bad terms at the moment. I'd travel back in time to the 1800's, just so I can assassinate Franz Schubert. Care to join me? It shall be a hell of a time!

It is 10:50, she shouts. Not yet 10:51, but never to be 10:49 again. This makes her stomach churn. Another 10:49 goes by, and wasted. Thrown away and discarded like the shoes she threw away last Tuesday. She's now shoeless, and minuteless.

Today, today, today. Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday. Where have all the 10:49's gone? I don't remember anything from this weekend, not that I remember anything anyhow. It's true. Everything I have learnt in the past four years of highschool, I discard a minute later. It's all memory work for me, and when it's not needed, it exits out my left ear. Not the greatest way to learn, but it gets me through life for the time being.

Friends have left on planes to build schools in a far off land. Or Mexico in other words. My mother disapproves of the lack of friends I have.

...I can't remember if I brushed my teeth tonight. I suppose it never hurts to do it again.

I don't think outside of the box.

The End.

All day you were pulling out red pens from your bag, when you were really needing a blue pen. And then when you need a red pen from your bag, you are pulling out blue pens. Where have all the red pens gone?

It's like when you are sewing and you misplace the needle. So you go to retrieve another needle, and when you return the once lost needle is neatly placed on your bed, as if it has always been there.

Anyhow, I close myself off from people but it is only because they walk too fast.