Hiya~
blogging from my phone again.
Here with franz, anne, and clem (dia couldn't go)
TO THE MALL!

WEIRDEST DAY

SO FAR.
Dood, I mean seriously.

It all starts with the poetry slam.
I signed up to read and I came up with this insanely bitchy poem. INSANE RANT.

I'm the last one up.
The lights are dimmed.
The mic is on the stand,
my poem in my hand.
I reach for the machinery
to carry out my voice.

And it just makes the audience cheer.
(this poem disses most of all of the poets on stage)
And Sabee goes "Do you have a point or are you just dissing everyone?"
And im like "There's a point. It's like...at...the end."
And this is happening on STAGE.
And Sabee goes "Do you guys seriously want to hear more?" to the audience and then there is like a frickin EARSPLITTING ROAR.
I'm just like HOLEH SHIZNAPS.
They like me?
So I just rant about how poetry is shallow if you put it together in a minute and how the judges are unjust.
And when I am finished... the audience cheers and I'm like
-slinks back to seat-

Even though I dissed ALL (or the majority of) the poets
EVERYONE FIVED ME.
I was like "yeah!" -five-
XD
it was insane.
Brandezas was like "you said what you had to say."
and I'm like -thumbs up awkwardly-
it was awkward.
seriously.
MAJORLY.
and then Sabee comes up to me and is like "I am majorly disappointed in you. You just took it out on the entire group on stage. It would have been okay if you had said the biggest complainer was you."
and I'm like .... dood....its a poem/rant. But i dont say anything cause everyone around me is like like HOMG. SHIZ.
And I'm like > <
and this kid is like "are you disqualified?"
and Im like "I DUNNO!"

And I get into the top 10.
And Sabee is like apologizing and Im like "wait, what?" And he looked like he was pissed cause his face was all red and im like "aww crappp." XDDD
And at the end he shakes my hand and im like "okay. I dont know WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED."

Most of the teachers were like "you're awesome"
and people were like "hey girl! I liked your poem"
and im like "thank you~"

> <

weird day.

I had a dream about batman.

No, seriously. I had a dream about batman. I had a dream he was trying to ride out the depression. XDD
Oh gawd, and I was a maid with red hair and green eyes.
And everyone was there.
Even alfred.

WTF.

ourcomputercrashedandkilledourwork.
ME AND MELON ARE SCREW-ED.
TT_TT
*sob*

I also have a crazy thought

Why don't we NOT ask him to the dance?
Why don't we leave it the hell alone?

Oh right.
Miss Emotionally Attached cant get enough of the sarcastic bitch that he is. He's like me, only 1000 times worse. It's like falling in love with a bitchy little girl.

Why don't we not get ignored and heartbroken?
Why don't we STOP?

Lovely.
Miss "I love him, but I dont" cant decide.
Screw.
You.

Woudnt you like him to?
No.
There is a border, a very wide gap in which society loves to throw people over.
There is a line that is not crossed by many, some excepted.
They are called cliques.
Social classes.
They exist.

You are from the more distant group.
You dont even know him.
You dont stick to him.
HOW THE FCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO ASK HIM?
He thinks you're a stranger.
He doesn't know anything about you.

I belong to no group.
I constantly wander between my groups.
You on the other hand are bound.
He is bound to his friends.
You are so secluded.
He doesn't even care.
So why do you?
Why can't your puny mind get past the fact

THEY DONT KNOW YOU.

HE DOESNT KNOW YOU.
HE DOESNT LOVE YOU.
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK

HE'S GOING TO COME OUT

OF NOWHERE AND ACCEPT

SOMETHING FROM A STRANGER

WHO COMES OUT OF NOWHERE

AND ASKS HIM.

He will joke.

He will laugh.

In special cases,

he may apologize,

but darling,

this is reality.

HE.

IS.

NOT.

GOING.

TO.
SAY.

YES.

-JULIET

THINKS YOURE STUPIDER THAN HER.

THAT'S A STATEMENT RIGHT THERE.

Welcome to the Club

Is EVERYTHING going wrong with your life?
Are you sad and moody and depressed?
Are you stressed as hell and hate the situation you're in?

JOIN THE CLUB

Everything.

I swear.

EVERYTHING. IS. WRONG. WITH. MY. LIFE.

I have to finish a ton of paperwork.

I'm not even 16 and I HAVE A SHIZLOAD OF PAPERWORK.

I'm taking a few minutes to blog because I can.

My life.

It ruins my health.

My soulll is drowning in geometry.

I need to finish this frap or else im not going to be able to graduate =_="

SHIZNAPPPS.

GARGH.

So here's what's going on:

It's 4 am and I've been up since 2 trying to finish my hw.

I am horrid with geometry because I prove wayyy too much.

I have a bunch of hw to go.

I have 1 hour and 15 minutes to do it.

I'm getting my braces in.

People dont know my name.

People dont really give a shit.

I GIVE A SHIT, OKAY?

It's hot. And this time it's not just me.

It's hot hot. Even Matt said it in his mumbling of words that caused me to almost pee myself laughing. If I remember correctly, it went like, "It was just a track meet -mumble- ask sean -mumble- It was really hot. I was hot."

and I went, "Pft. PFTTTTT. -dies of laughter-"

I gots lost in teh parking lots.

My hair is a mess.

I hate geometry.

...

personal life?

um.

I dont think I have a personal life.

It commited suicide last year and I havent seen it since.

other peoples personal lives?

a lotta people got together and brokes up.

idk.

I havent gossiped at all for the past like YEAR.

I'm so out of it, I dont even know what IT is...

Laurie and whatshisface got together...

And hana's guy-toy got taken away.

I hoped I have him a push ;D

Maybe I was too direct today in saying

"Stop being so shy."

Because Analie was all like "What did you dooo??"

And im all like "Um..."

XDD

I FORGOTS.

I HAVE HW TO DO.

-snuggles-

wuff you~

-Juliet

"What do you call a warrior in your pants?"

"I dunno. What?"

"A trojan."

"AHAHAHAHA. STUPID. YOU ARE SO STUPID" xDDD

"You know what the funny thing is?"

"What?"

"Trojan is also the name of a virus."

" STD!!! HAHAHA."

WE ISH CRACK. EVEN ON THE PHONE.

Fort Sumter attack. INFO FOR ARTICLE.

HEADQUARTERS PROVISIONAL ARMY,
Charleston, S.C., April 27, 1861.

SIR: I have the honor to submit the following detailed report of the bombardment and surrender of Fort Sumter and the incidents connected therewith:

Having completed my channel defenses and batteries in the harbor necessary for the reduction of Fort Sumter, I dispatched two of my aides at 2.20 p.m., on Thursday, the 11th of April, with a communication to Major Anderson, in command of the fortification, demanding its evacuation. I offered to transport himself and command to any port in the United States he might elect, to allow him to move out of the fort with company arms and property and all private property, and to salute his flag in lowering it. He refused to accede to the demand. As my aides were about leaving Major Anderson remarked that if we did not batter him to pieces he would be starved out in a few days, or words to that effect. This being reported to me by my aides on their return with his refusal, at 5.10 p.m., I deemed it proper to telegraph the purport of his remark to the Secretary of War. In reply I received by telegraph the following instructions at 9.10 p.m.: “Do not desire needlessly to bombard Fort Sumter. If Major Anderson will state the time at which, as indicated by him, he will evacuate, and agree that in the mean time he will not use his guns against us unless ours should be employed against Fort Sumter, you are authorized thus to avoid effusion of blood. If this, or its equivalent, be refused, reduce the fort as your judgment decides to be most practicable.”

At 11 p.m. I sent my aides with a communication to Major Anderson based on the foregoing instructions. It was placed in his hands at 12.45 a.m. 12th instant. He expressed his willingness to evacuate the fort on Monday at noon if provided with the necessary means of transportation, and if he should not receive contradictory instructions from his Government or additional supplies, but he declined to agree not to open his guns upon us in the event of any hostile demonstrations on our part against his flag. This reply, which was opened and shown to my aides, plainly indicated that if instructions should be received contrary to his purpose to evacuate, or if he should receive his supplies, or if the Confederate troops should fire on hostile troops of the United States, or upon transports bearing the United States flag, containing men, munitions, and supplies designed for hostile operations against us, he would still feel himself bound to fire upon us, and to hold possession of the fort.

As, in consequence of a communication from the President of the United States to the governor of South Carolina, we were in momentary expectation of an attempt to re-enforce Fort Sumter, or of a descent upon our coast to that end from the United States fleet then lying at the entrance of the harbor, it was manifestly an imperative necessity to reduce the fort as speedily as possible, and not to wait until the ships and the fort should unite in a combined attack upon us. Accordingly my aides, carrying out my instructions, promptly refused to accede to the terms proposed by Major Anderson, and notified him in writing that our batteries would open upon Fort Sumter in one hour. This notification was given at 3.20 a.m. of Friday, the 12th instant. The signal shell was fired from Fort Johnson at 4.30 a.m. At about 5 o'clock the fire from our batteries became general. Fort Sumter did not open fire until 7 o'clock, when it commenced with a vigorous fire upon the Cummings Point iron battery. The enemy next directed his fire upon the enfilade battery on Sullivan's Island, constructed to sweep the parapet of Fort Sumter, to prevent the working of the barbette guns and to dismount them. This was also the aim of the floating battery, the Dahlgren battery, and the gun batteries at Cummings Point.

The enemy next opened on Fort Moultrie, between which and Fort Sumter a steady and almost constant fire was kept up throughout the day. These three points - Fort Moultrie, Cummings Point, and the end of Sullivan's Island, where the floating battery, Dahlgren battery, and the enfilade battery were placed - were the points to which the enemy seemed almost to confine his attention, although he fired a number of shots at Captain Butler's mortar battery, situated to the east of Fort Moultrie, and a few at Captain James' mortar batteries at Fort Johnson.

During the day (12th) the fire of my batteries was kept up most spiritedly, the guns and mortars being worked in the coolest manner, preserving the prescribed intervals of firing. Towards evening it became evident that our fire was very effective, as the enemy was driven from his barbette gun which he attempted to work in the morning, and his fire was confined to his casemated guns, but in a less active manner than in the morning, and it was observed that several of his guns en barbette were disabled. During the whole of Friday night our mortar batteries continued to throw shells, but, in obedience to orders, at longer intervals. The night was rainy and dark, and as it was almost confidently expected that the United States fleet would attempt to laud troops Upon the islands or to throw men into Fort Sumter by means of boats, the greatest vigilance was observed at all our channel batteries, and by our troops on both Morris and Sullivan's Islands.

Early on Saturday morning all of our batteries reopened upon Fort Sumter, which responded vigorously for a time, directing its fire specially against Fort Moultrie. About 8 o'clock a.m. smoke was seen issuing from the quarters of Fort Sumter. Upon this the fire of our batteries was increased, as a matter of course, for the purpose of bringing the enemy to terms as speedily as possibly, inasmuch as his flag was still floating defiantly above him. Fort Sumter continued to fire from time to time, but at long and irregular intervals, amid the dense smoke, flying shot, and bursting shells. Our brave troops, carried away by their natural generous impulses, mounted the different batteries, and at every discharge from the fort cheered the garrison for its pluck and gallantry, and hooted the fleet lying inactive just outside the bar.

About 1.30 p.m., it being reported to me that the flag was down (it afterwards appeared that the flag-staff had been shot away), and the conflagation from the large volume of smoke being apparently on the increase, I sent three of my aides with a message to Major Anderson to the effect that seeing his flag no longer flying, his quarters in flames, and supposing him to be in distress, I desired to offer him any assistance he might stand in need of. Before my aides reached the fort the United States flag was displayed on the parapet, but remained there only a short time, when it was hauled down and a white flag substituted in its place. When the United States flag first disappeared the firing from our batteries almost entirely ceased, but reopened with increased vigor when it reappeared on the parapet, and was continued until the white flag was raised, when it ceased entirely. Upon the arrival of my aides at Fort Sumter they delivered their message to Major Anderson, who replied that he thanked me for my offer, but desired no assistance.

Just previous to their arrival Colonel Wigfall, one of my aides, who had been detached for special duty on Morris Island; had, by order of Brigadier-General Simons, crossed over to Fort Sumter from Cummings Point in an open boat, with private Gourdin Young, amidst a heavy fire of shot and shell, for the purpose of ascertaining from Major Anderson whether his intention was to surrender, his flag being down and his quarters in flames. On reaching the fort the colonel had an interview with Major Anderson, the result of which was that Major Anderson understood him as offering the same conditions on the part of General Beauregard as had been tendered him on the 11th instant, while Colonel Wigfall's impression was that Major Anderson unconditionally surrendered, trusting to the generosity of General Beauregard to offer such terms as would be honorable and acceptable to both parties. Meanwhile, before these circumstances were reported to me, and in fact soon after the aides whom I had dispatched with the offer of assistance had set out on their mission, hearing that a white flag was flying over the fort, I sent Major Jones, the chief of my staff, and some other aides, with substantially the same propositions I had submitted to Major Anderson on the 11th instant, with the exception of the privilege of saluting his flag. The Major (Anderson) replied, “it would be exceedingly gratifying to him, as well as to his command, to be permitted to salute their flag, having so gallantly defended the fort under such trying circumstances, and hoped that General Beauregard would not refuse it, as such a privilege was not unusual.” He further said he “would not urge the point, but would prefer to refer the matter again to me.” The point was, therefore, left open until the matter was submitted to me.

Previous to the return of Major Jones I sent a fire engine, under Mr. M. H. Nathan, chief of the fire department, and Surgeon-General Gibbes, of South Carolina with several of my aides, to offer further assistance to the garrison at Fort Sumter, which was declined. I very cheerfully agreed to allow the salute, as an honorable testimony to the gallantry and fortitude with which Major Anderson and his command had defended their post, and I informed Major Anderson of my decision about 7½ o'clock, through Major Jones, my chief of staff.

The arrangements being completed Major Anderson embarked with his command on the transport prepared to convey him to the United States fleet lying outside the bar, and our troops immediately garrisoned the fort, and before sunset the flag of the Confederate States floated over the ramparts of Fort Sumter.

I commend in the highest terms the gallantry of every one under my command, and it is with diffidence that I will mention any corps or names for fear of doing injustice to those not mentioned, for where all have done their duty well it is difficult to discriminate. Although the troops out of the batteries bearing on Fort Sumter were not so fortunate as their comrades working the guns and mortars, still their services were equally as valuable and as commendable, for they were on their arms at the channel batteries, and at their posts and bivouacs, and exposed to severe weather, and constant watchfulness, expecting every moment and ready to repel re-enforcements from the powerful fleet off the bar, and to all the troops under my command I award much praise for their gallantry, and the cheerfulness with which they met the duties required of them. I feel much indebted to Generals R. G. M. Dunovant and James Simons and their staffs, especially Majors Evans and De Saussure, South Carolina Army, commanding on Sullivan's and Morris' Islands, for their valuable and gallant services, and the discretion they displayed in executing the duties devolving on their responsible positions. Of Lieut. Colonel R. S. Ripley, First Artillery Battalion, commandant of batteries on Sullivan's Island, I cannot speak too highly, and join with General Dunovant, his immediate commander since January last, in commending in the highest terms his sagacity, experience, and unflagging zeal. I would also mention in the highest terms of praise Captains Calhoun and Hallonquist, assistant commandants of batteries to Colonel Ripley; and the following commanders of batteries on Sullivan's Island: Capt. J. R. Hamilton, commanding the floating battery and Dahlgren gun; Captains Butler, South Carolina Army, and Bruns, aide-de-camp to General Dunovant, and Lieutenants Wagner, Rhett, Yates, Valentine, and Parker.

To Lieut. Colonel W. G. De Saussure, Second Artillery Battalion, commandant of batteries on Morris island, too much praise cannot be given. He displayed the most untiring energy, and his judicious arrangements and the good management of his batteries contributed much to the reduction of Fort Sumter. To Major Stevens, of the Citadel Academy, in charge of the Cummings Point batteries, I feel much indebted for his valuable and scientific assistance, and the efficient working of the batteries under his immediate charge. The Cummings Point batteries (iron--42 pounder and mortar) were manned by the Palmetto Guards, Captain Cuthbert, and I take pleasure in expressing my admiration of the service of the gallant captain and his distinguished company during the action.

I would also mention in terms of praise the following commanders of batteries at the point, viz.: Lieutenants Armstrong, of the Citadel Academy and Brownfield, of the Palmetto Guards; also Captain Thomas, of the Citadel Academy, who had charge of the rifled cannon, and had the honor of using this valuable weapon - a gift of one of South Carolina's distant sons to his native State - with peculiar effect. Capt. J. G. King, with his company, the Marion Artillery, commanded the mortar battery in rear of the Cummings Point batteries, and the accuracy of his shell-practice was the theme of general admiration. Capt. George S. James, commanding at Fort Johnson, had the honor of firing the first shell at Fort Sumter, and his conduct and that of those under him was commendable during the action. Captain Martin, South Carolina Army, commanded the Mount Pleasant mortar battery, and with his assistants did good service. For a more detailed account of the gallantry of officers and men, and of the various incidents of the attack on Fort Sumter, I would respectfully invite your attention to the copies of the reports of the different officers under my command, herewith inclosed.

I cannot close my report without reference to the following gentlemen: To his excellency Governor Pickens and staff, especially Colonels Lamar and Dearing, who were so active and efficient in the construction of the channel batteries; Colonels Lucas and Moore for assistance on various occasions, and Colonel Duryea and Mr. Nathan (chief of the fire department) for their gallant assistance in putting out the fire at Fort Sumter when the magazine of the latter was imminent danger of explosion; General Jamison, Secretary of War, and General S. R. Gist, adjutant-general, for their valuable assistance in obtaining and dispatching the troops for the attack on Fort Sumter and defense of the batteries; Quartermaster's and Commissary Departments, Colonel Hatch and Colonel Walker, and the ordnance board, especially Colonel Manigault, Chief of Ordnance, whose zeal and activity were untiring: The Medical Department, whose preparations had been judiciously and amply made, but which a kind Providence rendered unnecessary; the Engineers, Majors Whiting and Gwynn, Captains Trapier and Lee, and Lieutenants McCrady, Earle, and Gregorie, on whom too much praise cannot be bestowed for their untiring zeal, energy, and gallantry, and to whose labors is greatly due the unprecedented example of taking such an important work after thirty-three hours' firing without having to report the loss of a single life, and but four slightly wounded. From Major W. H. C. Whiting I derived also much assistance, not only as an engineer, in selecting the sites and laying out the channel batteries on Morris Island, but as acting assistant adjutant and inspector general in arranging and stationing the troops on said island. To the naval department, especially Captain Hartstene, one of my volunteer aides, who was perfectly indefatigable in guarding the entrance into the harbor, and in transmitting my orders; Lieut. T. B. Huger, who was also of much service, first as respecting ordnance officer of batteries, then in charge of the batteries on the south end of Morris Island; Lieutenant Warley, who commanded the Dahlgren channel battery; also the school-ship, which was kindly offered by the board of directors, and was of much service; Lieutenant Rutledge, who was acting inspector-general of ordnance of all the batteries, in which capacity, assisted by Lieutenant Williams, C. S. A., on Morris Island, he was of much service in organizing and distributing the ammunition; Captains Childs and Jones, assistant commandant of batteries; to Lieutenant-Colonel De Saussure, Captains Winder and Allston, acting assistant adjutant and inspector general to General Simons' brigade; Captain Manigault, of my staff, attached on General Simons' staff, who did efficient and gallant services on Morris Island during the fight; Prof. Lewis R. Gibbes, of Charleston College, and his aides, for their valuable services in operating the Drummond lights established at the extensions of Sullivan's and Morris Islands. The venerable and gallant Edmund Ruffin, of Virginia, was at the Iron battery, and fired many guns, undergoing every fatigue and sharing the hardships at the battery with the youngest of the Palmettoes. To my regular staff, Major Jones, C. S. A.; Captains Lee and Ferguson, South Carolina Army, and Lieutenant Legaré, South Carolina Army, and volunteer staff, Messrs. Chisolm, Wigfall, Chesnut, Manning, Miles, Gonzales, and Pryor, I am much indebted for their indefatigable and valuable assistance night and day during the attack on Fort Sumter, transmitting in open boats my orders when called upon with alacrity and cheerfulness to the different batteries amidst falling balls and bursting shells, Captain Wigfall being the first in Sumter to receive the surrender.

I am, sir, very respectfully, your obedient servant,

G. T. BEAUREGARD,
Brigadier-General, Commanding.

I'm all for waiting 'til we lie to death

Do you think that we're all just going to live our dreams out?
By snapping out fingers, we live our dreams.
Sure.
Maybe, its just that easy.
Maybe we dont have to fix the way we speak and wake.
Maybe, for the losers who have nothing to live for.

For me...
Let's just say I have a resolve.

-upstage.
-lie.
-cheat.
-laugh.
-flirt.
-win.

For now, I need a persona change.
Juliet isn't my definate other personality.
There's Faye.
But she's recklessly bitchy and stupid.
I'd rather not let her out or listen to her unless it was a life or death situation.

Faye is the really, really sarcastic part of Juliet I (we) hate.
Another slap in the face?
I dont think I need one just yet.

I think I'm fine.
It's going to be cloudy with a shade of detachment tommorow.
I gotta make both of em shaddup or I really will go insane.
Or I could let them talk.
Either way, it's going to be fun.

High School is gonna be a pain in the ass.
xD
sure, it's going to be fun.
But that's only if I go against all of my previous morals and start having fun.

Season 2 of my exciting adventures, spiraling down into a breakdown and living my life like I want to, starts.

y fruit. Gargh, shopping sucks. At least at sears it does. I'm going for some pinkberry by myself. Anyone wanna come with?

walk there but my mother says 'no, you'll get kidnapped.' I mean wtf. It's broad daylight out and i have like 19 escape plans. I need my yogurttt. And m

ry. Damn. I want some. Like. Now. Since i'm at sears and all that jazzz. I want some fro yo or ice cream or whatevs. Gahh. It's so closeee. I swear i can

Mannn. I want pinkberry. I want it now. You know why? It's a hundred frickin degrees out here. I'm shopping with my mom whopromisedddd we'd go to pinkber

luff y'all.

Hello people. Just trying out blogging from mah phone. Gonna go out shoppin' at trader joe's and vons. Eck. There's nothing to eat here at home anyhow. I

200 POSTS AND I DIDNT EVEN KNOW.

I got 200 posts and i didnt even know!

WOW.

MELON SAYS HAI.
WE ish working on liyeri's evil demonic evil EVILLLLL worksheet PACKETS in teh middle of the night. We ish also dying.

Luff ya,
must go finish
or die in agony.
-Juliet
doesnt even have the time to center her signature

Melon is a library NOOB

THIS WAS:
THE BEST FCKING DAY OF MY LIFE.

I cant even begin to explain how FCKIN awesome this was.
Okay:

Me, Rhen, Melon, Saika, and Liam went for sushi.
We ate FCKING SUSHI!!!!

> <
and then we went and we got to fugetsu do.
and we bought MOCHI. FCKING MOCHI.

and then we went to the market
and we bought RAMUNE. FCKING RAMUNE.

and then we went to the bookstore
and we got MANGA. FCKING MANGA.

and then we went to the japanese food place
and we ate TAKOYAKI. FCKING TAKOYAKI.

and then we went to the gelato place
and we got ICE CREAM. FCKING ICE CREAM!!!

imma upload the videos of our endevour later.

for now, I'm gonna be high on all the candy we ate.

Fwee!!!!

-JULIET IS SO HIGH

SHE CAN TOUCH THE SKY

AND SHE RHYMES SO FLY

THEY'LL MAKE ANGELS CRY.

or she is just a dork high on sugar.

either way, its all good.

IT'S FINALLY OVER

After months and months of stress and more stress and welts showing up on my legs BECAUSE of stress (NOT THAT KIND OF STRESS) it's over. After making myself looks stupid and retarded for the 100th time this year, we're finish. After toiling for 5 hours at the last minute to get everything to run, we're finished. After going pyscho-bitch on my group, we're finished.


HOLY DAMN.


WE'RE DONE.
Remind me never to do that ever again. > <
I have the impulse to start moaning from all the fcking hw that's piled up on me.
1 day and the entire world falls apart.
Plus, I havent been too perverted since today when I was checking out girls with 3 random people I know ;D

<3
as if.

I havent been perverted since... forever. I need to start being a perv or else I wont be able to convince myself that I'm sorta normal.

And today, just after I came out of the shower, I concluded that Juliet is part robot.
She needs to block memories for my sake.
She analyzes crud to calculate the 2 situations with the highest percentage of happening.
She tries to examine her surroundings as throughly as possible, for escape routes.
She plans conversations in her head and keeps them there. (Why? I dont know.)
She just loves to pick at my friends,

Therefore, she is part robot.

How come I cant do the robot then?
<3

I'mma pull a pineapple-griffin

- Pineapple-Griffin:
A case in which time is limited so a person may catch up on missed work in advance while still staying one step ahead of the game. This may also refer to a pairing I OBJECT TO AS LONG AS THE EARTH SHALL EXIST OR THE UNIVERSE SHALL BE.


Me tired.

-Juliet

italics?

yep.

RGB- Accomplished.

Fun

Fun fun til my daddy took my t-brid away.
I officially love the king server net.
I love it.
It actually works better than all the Im servers I know put together.

Conor is apparently here and uncaring.

And jacob is here too.

WHY DID I GET STUCK HERE!?!?!?

wait, dont tell me.

I'll figure it out later.
Jacob's sarcasm is getting to me.
I have to go.
To the malll
but melon is being a bitch
and not going


SO I ISH GOING WITH SQUISH.
<3

ciao.

-Juliet
loves going to the mall
dressed clad in black~

OH FUDGEKINS.

This author is trying really hard not to panic.
But she cant help herself.

She's going to mess up.

SHE JUST FCKED UP AN ENTIRE PROJECT.
I DONT WANT A B.

This girl is pulling money out of her shoe fund (inspired by liyeri) to frickin decorate the rgb project which is inevitably crap to me now. I am going to get an F because my group hates me. I am seriously considering running away from home right now.

WHAT DO I DO!?

I have to call Matt, Mike, and Rayne. But it's 1 in the morning.
CRAP.
We need to paste over the skeleton.
It's fine though, because they have me, the insane ball of frustration that has not paid off til now, the last minute. This is seriously the last minute. TRUST ME.

We need to do extra decos for all of the other things.
I have to somehow fix this with my supremely awesome skills of "we're screwed"
BUT NO ONE PANIC.

I will panic and stress and die early all for you guys.
I love you that much.
And I want this A.

FCK.
WE NEED THIS A.

-Vicki/Juliet

is panicking. NOW. AT almost 2 in the morning.

Buckyballs

Vicki Guan
Jacob Altamirano
Period 6, Science
April 6, 2009
Buckyballs C60
Buckministerfullerenes
The Most Beautiful Molecule
1. A buckyball is an extremely stable, ball-shaped carbon molecule whose structure looks like a dome.
2. Allotropes are different physical forms of the same element; examples of carbon allotropes are fullerenes, carbon nanotubes, graphite and diamond.
3. Buckyballs are named after Buckminister Fuller, and architect whose structures looked like buckyballs.
4.Buckyballs have been modified into superconductors that can carry electricity with virtually no resistance at temperatures higher than even many of the so-called “high-temperature superconductors.”
5. Buckyballs trapped in a membrane release oxygen molecules to kill cancer cells.
6. Buckyballs can be modified with copper to create a room temperature device that can store and manipulate information at a single molecule level.
7. Harold Kroto, Robert Curl , and Richard Smalley discovered buckyballs.
8. The scientists mentioned above won the Nobel prize in chemistry for their discovery.

Hello DAHlings.

Melon is not here right now so I am currently preoccupied with being a loner. Anthony is either absent or too chicken to help me film for a day so I will force Melon and anthony to cooperate if possible. I need to film for this project. Like NOW. I just brought all of the p


SCREW THIS.

WE NEED TO GET THIS DONE.
CIAO

Draf† of essay

There are a few things wrong with this statement. First of all, being impossible to be civil depends on their definition of civil. The Native Americans were civilized. They lived in grous and cooked their food. They were cultured; every single tribe was cultured in their own special way, incuding the Cherokeeswho had their own distinct tastes and sense of civil. But when removal came, they had to abandom all that they held as their pride, only to adopt to the enemy, trying to display their civility. The Cherokee changed their customs, clothing, and even invented a written language to convince the enemy not to attack. The US plainly ignored their plea and went ahead to drive the Cherokee off their Native lands and into a place that was the very definition of hell. They were driven to a place frozen over with snow and blindingly white. When they have removed to the west, unvoluntarily, unlike the original intentions of Thomas Jefferson whom had proposed that the movement of Native Americans to the west be voluntary and only that. This was no remedy; it didnt even come close to reimbursing the Native americans for their sacrifices. There was no improvement nor prosperity. The farming failed. Most everyone died from disease and famine. This was more like a prison than a reservation. This was not a treatment to a friend but rather the treatment of an object. It was like throwing the mess under the rug. This was racial injustice; to flush out an entire race of people like that, it had to be. This was an act of evil dune unto the native americans by the United States government and ther "white" Andrew Jackson.

But it is not fair to discrimintate against the Americans just because of the worst presidential choice next to George W. Bush. There were people who went out into the field and saw how horrid the treatment was. John G. Burnett was opne of them. He was a solider who guarded the Cherokee throughout the harsh trip. He was a good person with a decent heart and a sense of morality who saw how cruel this trip really was. He taked about it after the ordeal. In his words, "The sufferings of the Cherokee were awful. The trail of the exiles was a trial of death. They had to sleep in the wagons and on the ground without fire. And I have known as many as twenty two of them to die in one night of pneumonnia due to ill treatment , cold and

Re: Weird Dreams

Ew.
EWWWWWWWWW.


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That's gross.

That's as bad as the lemon dream I had yesterday because you were talking about it on the fricking phone. I dreamt that we were playing naked hangman with a cantaloupe as the writing untinsel and the other person's back as the board. And I didnt even know who the hell the other guy was. If you didnt guess the words within 3 tries, oxygen deprivations which means pretty ribbons around your neck. =_= I lost twice. It was a horrible dreams because the lighting was all soft and I almost caught on fire. AND I DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHO THE OTHER GUY WAS. But he had a sexy back. GREAT.



NOW YOU DRAGGED ME INTO IT.

Now in Cantwell's class, when sexyback plays, thats going to be VERY, VERY BADD.

Ugh. BLAH. IMMA GO NOW.

-Juliet

ICK. EW.

GROSS.

NO.

Re:Holy Shiznaps, its almost time.

hehehehe.
I would panic with you but my choice was to stick with the nerd.
Me and rob- I mean rayne BARELY did anything

I'm just going to panick the entire day tommorow while I am making last minute decorations to stick on the board and the project which we will have until friday to work on cause I ran in there in the morning to turn in the paper which has our names on it and you know me, I practically looked like an idiot...

Well, I still look like an idiot, considering the bogus haircut and the retarded glasses and biology which tells me I have to wait til july to grow this short hair out. Lovely.

Well, I'll wake up at 2 am to work on my projects and completely screw my sleep schedule up... again. Hopefully I wont seriously die this time. It is shortening my life span, but I dont really give a damn considering the fact that I wont need too much life to live. I only have til the end of high school anyways. Then a guy named andrew transfers into our class and the world as we know it, ends. And I will go up in a firey mess of a maytr and have the universe know that 2012 is a really bad day.

You know what. At 12/21/12 I will be setting my alarm to play bad day. > <
That would be fun.

I wish someone made a TV show about me with my monologue and what not. Plus this blog of course and all it's readers packed inside this little word. It would be titled "As If" if it isnt taken. There would be always the irony because irony just HAPPENS.

As I sit next to Matt and diagonal to Rose in Baron's class. Rose, who hates matt and calls him a douchebag which he is inevitably immune to as he is to everything perverted or human (he has to be religious, there's no other possible explaination), asks me a question after a long discussion about nothing except everything random.

Rose: So, who are you all dressed up for?
Me: What?
Rose: C'mon. Who's the guy?
Me: A guy? Me?
Rose: Is it Matt? *laughs*

and SCENE. See. RIGHT THERE. IN MY FACE.
IRONY STAMPED RIGHT THERE.

I look over to Matt sitting awkwardly RIGHT THERE. NEXT TO ME. The look on his face when I looked at him was cutely michevious and embaressed. Me, being unable to say anything at all to him non-professionally, was utterly speechless because his head was on the table staring at me and at that exact moment in time I thought, "Gawd. If this was any less awkward, I would kiss him. But this would never be any less awkward because he is Matt, my idiot friend. Friend. I hate how that tastes in my mouth. Matt is my awkward friend who cant talk to me at all without not cracking a smile. Am I that boy-ish?"

But I was speechless. And a second later, after Rose had noticed that I was staring at his face, she said: "You wouldnt do that. Even if you were stupid and drunk, you would never do that."

But then again, I would do that. I would do that sober. I would say I would do him sober, but I wouldnt. Never. Maybe in Vegas when I am WASTED and high, but not in real life. Because the only frickin explaination for his superbly chaste behavior is the religious path. Not dissing the religious people of course, but it's Grif- I mean MATT.

Maybe in a thousand years we'll meet again, but that's a long ways away. In Paris again, playing around on the Eiffel Tower...

Which reminds me, I called him the other day (yes I have his number which is sooo extremely stalkerish, but it's for "project" and "homework" reasons ) and his little brother picked up. His little brother is sooo EXTREMELY CUTE. I WANTED TO SNUGGLE HIM THE FIRST TIME I SAW HIS CUTE LITTLE SELF. > < Yes, I've seen his little brother. THAT IS PRETTY STALKERISH, BUT HE IS SO CUTE. I wanted to hug him to death like a little teddy beawr. And he had the cutest voice. Matt, however, sounded like his regular old self.


Irony.
There is so much more.
SO VERY MUCH.
Retarded history that will never be uncovered, hopefully.
It pains me to think about it.
And that wound is sealed so do not scratch the healing scab or it will leave another scar.
*sigh*

Point: Must get started on making baseballs and stuff of the sort to decorate the rgb.

-Juliet

loves/hates

EVERYTHING.

Okay, so I overreact.

So what?

XDD
nothing.

Getting braces on next next tuesday.
Not really looking forward to it, but sorta.
I might actually look nice after this.

I need a haircut too.
I went insane with the scissors and cut my hair.
It was awesome, up until the point i cut it too short.
I might style it like whats her face...

Ella Chen. XD


Blah. Alice Cullen is like WAY TOO MUCH.
My hair would be like dead. > >

Time to nailpolish black and paint cute little blood red skulls on them.

<333

-Juliet

might be goth

Vicki

might be a prep

in an alternate universe, we would be at each other's throats.

In this universe, it sorta works....

My grade is so screwed

4 assignments to do in 2 hours.
I can finish, but I have to also choreograph a dance move dammit.
> <

-dies-

THIS DAY IS SOOO BAD. XD

Pulled an all nighter and i still cant finish.

<3

Great, I'm doomed.
-sigh-

Ciao.

-Vicki

is here cause juliet is sleeping

and Vicki is left to freak out alone.

iHatematt.

Titanic.

Romeo and Juliet in a nutshell.
After all he is the guy who plays romeo.
And Kate is a Juliet.
Red hair.
Eyes that would see through you.

And yet Juliet is also here.
Her arm cut by a fence.
Her face as placid as usual.
Her personality?

Let's just say its a bit more bitchy than normal.
Because of 3 things:
1. She lost two of her letters.
2. She is utterly screwed.
3. There are 2 PACKETS of geometry.

She failed the test too.
She bombed the test.
SHE BOMBED IT.
As in, F-A-I-L-E-D.

I'm never letting her sub for me, ever.

Hehe.
The irony is: I got invited to the platnium club (straight A+ geeks) breakfast the day Juri BOMBED THE TEST. =_=

Nice going.
What are you going to do next?
Randomly walk up to Matt and kiss him.
Ew.
Please.
OH GAWD, THATS EMBARESSING.
KYA~~~~~
Damn.

I'm feeling not so good either.
Apparently, when you're on ur period, you get cramps.
WTF.
WHY.
HOW.
WHEN THE FRICK?
NO ONE TOLD MEEE!

melon is dying on her rgb
as am I
I'm dying on english and deco.

Juri better not have gone to sleep.
I need help with the homework.
and emotional support, not that she's
good at that.

Jurrrriiiii.
WAKE UP.
TT_TT

Yeppers, I'm screwed.

-Vicki

let Juliet BOMB THE TEST FOR HER.