Too bad you can't see my doodles. I'll try my best to duplicate them. < 3 is a heart. v is devil horns. lll is shading. 88 is a circle that looks like a chain. v^v is fire. If there is a word between it, it means it's around that word.
Dear Diary,
Today was absolutely awful. I saw < Todd 3 with v Michelle. What does he see in her? All I see is evil galore. Anyway, they were embracing each other so tight that air couldn't get through. The she let go of < him 3 and pulled him towards me. They sat down at our table. She bragged about the concert he took her to last night. Telling us how < Todd 3 was so romantic and the had kissed (A/N there's a picture of lips abound the word kissed) for the first time. I almost threw my food at her. He turned lll red, lll he obviously didn't want her sharing that with the world. I even saw him struggling to her out of her 8 grip. 8 But she held on to her prize tight. I picked up my lunch to go somewhere else. He looked at me with pleading, gorgeous eyes. Of course they pulled me in and I sat right back down. To go through the torture of v^v Michelle v^v talking more about her purr-fect date. I felt like barfing.
Yours truly,
M-K-N-A
-C-E-N-
Dec 12, 2010
How Do I Get Rid of This Guy?
Okay, so I'm not being so good. I'm skipping all the boring ones. So actually I'm not putting all the entries in here like I said I would in April. Anyway on to one of my favorite entries:
I was the port of uncoolness, the princess of not fitting in. Okay, yes, I'm over exaggerating, a lot. But that doesn't mean that I'm not uncool. You know how there is always those cliques: the unbelievably-beautiful-and-oh-so-popular-better-then-all-the-rest kids; the normal kids, and the ones who seem to have no place and very few friends. Yeah, my group of friends and I are kind of mixture of the normals and the last group. But I'm not complaining. I enjoy my friends and I have no desire for attention, which is why when one of the most popular boys in school, Tyler Kingsman, kept on talking to me I absolutely wanted to get rid of him. I could actually feel dozens of eyes on my back. Some of them were daggers as the girls thought to themselves, "Who does this nerd think she is? Why does he like Her? I am so much prettier." Honestly, I wondered the same thing. There were so many girls who were so much prettier then me, in fact the majority of the school was prettier then me. But, yet, he chose me, one of the few who, indeed, was not interested. But how on Earth could I tell him that? I couldn't say, "Hey dude, despite the fact the seven-eighths of the the girls in this school would totally bend over backwards for you. I personally think you're really creepy." I mean I could but that would be mean. And besides he was just asking me questions about my life, leaning really close. "Will you not sit so close?" I asked positioning myself so I'm not facing him completely. That's when I realized the room had going quiet, everyone listening, except a quiet buzz from the ones who were smart and could care less what was happening. Today I wished I could be one of them. You're probably wondering how I even know he liked me. He could just be overly friendly or came over here on a bet. But I heard a rumor that he wrote my name all over his notebook. (Just like most of the girls at our school did to him.) But I guess he finally got the nerve to talk to me. I have no clue why he is so attracted to me. I mean I think I'm really ugly. I'm a tad overweight, my face is practically made of zits, and I'm one of the few who actually wears glasses instead of contacts (thanks to the fact that I'm farsighted in one eye and nearsighted in the other. Apparently they don't make contacts like that.)
I was the port of uncoolness, the princess of not fitting in. Okay, yes, I'm over exaggerating, a lot. But that doesn't mean that I'm not uncool. You know how there is always those cliques: the unbelievably-beautiful-and-oh-so-popular-better-then-all-the-rest kids; the normal kids, and the ones who seem to have no place and very few friends. Yeah, my group of friends and I are kind of mixture of the normals and the last group. But I'm not complaining. I enjoy my friends and I have no desire for attention, which is why when one of the most popular boys in school, Tyler Kingsman, kept on talking to me I absolutely wanted to get rid of him. I could actually feel dozens of eyes on my back. Some of them were daggers as the girls thought to themselves, "Who does this nerd think she is? Why does he like Her? I am so much prettier." Honestly, I wondered the same thing. There were so many girls who were so much prettier then me, in fact the majority of the school was prettier then me. But, yet, he chose me, one of the few who, indeed, was not interested. But how on Earth could I tell him that? I couldn't say, "Hey dude, despite the fact the seven-eighths of the the girls in this school would totally bend over backwards for you. I personally think you're really creepy." I mean I could but that would be mean. And besides he was just asking me questions about my life, leaning really close. "Will you not sit so close?" I asked positioning myself so I'm not facing him completely. That's when I realized the room had going quiet, everyone listening, except a quiet buzz from the ones who were smart and could care less what was happening. Today I wished I could be one of them. You're probably wondering how I even know he liked me. He could just be overly friendly or came over here on a bet. But I heard a rumor that he wrote my name all over his notebook. (Just like most of the girls at our school did to him.) But I guess he finally got the nerve to talk to me. I have no clue why he is so attracted to me. I mean I think I'm really ugly. I'm a tad overweight, my face is practically made of zits, and I'm one of the few who actually wears glasses instead of contacts (thanks to the fact that I'm farsighted in one eye and nearsighted in the other. Apparently they don't make contacts like that.)
Love (Definition)
Love: (n) A feeling in which you would be willing to do anything for the object of person that you love. Something that you love you would commonly think about and pray about it. Meant to be selfless, you want what's best for the one you love and not yourself.
Intimacy: (n) A feeling or emotion similar to love, but generally more selfish. Normally based off appearances. You normally can't stand being away from that person for any period of time. Can be put off easily.
Hate: (n) A feeling or emotion that is generally the opposite of love. Something that you hate you don't like to have around. Normally associated with anger. Many cause insulting.
Intimacy: (n) A feeling or emotion similar to love, but generally more selfish. Normally based off appearances. You normally can't stand being away from that person for any period of time. Can be put off easily.
Hate: (n) A feeling or emotion that is generally the opposite of love. Something that you hate you don't like to have around. Normally associated with anger. Many cause insulting.
Our Ruler: The Bell
Talk about taking personification to an extreme.
We were in the school all standing around. It was dead silent and everyone was facing the same direction. I turned to my friend, Kathrine and asked, "Why are we all standing around?" She shushed me. I faced forward trying to see what everyone was looking at when I heard the bell ring. Suddenly everyone was running in different directions. The hall was empty in about 10 seconds. "What the heck is going on?" I asked the emptiness. A man walked forward, "Didn't you hear me?" he asked. "What did you say?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Why aren't you going to class?" he asked. "Oh," I said, "It's not that far and I have a few minutes before I have to be there." He took my hand, "C'mon I'll take you. Normally everyone always does what I say I guess you're the exception." I thanked him softly and walked into my class. He opened his mouth and the sound a bell makes came out.
We were in the school all standing around. It was dead silent and everyone was facing the same direction. I turned to my friend, Kathrine and asked, "Why are we all standing around?" She shushed me. I faced forward trying to see what everyone was looking at when I heard the bell ring. Suddenly everyone was running in different directions. The hall was empty in about 10 seconds. "What the heck is going on?" I asked the emptiness. A man walked forward, "Didn't you hear me?" he asked. "What did you say?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Why aren't you going to class?" he asked. "Oh," I said, "It's not that far and I have a few minutes before I have to be there." He took my hand, "C'mon I'll take you. Normally everyone always does what I say I guess you're the exception." I thanked him softly and walked into my class. He opened his mouth and the sound a bell makes came out.
Falling Off the Cliff
I'm going back to writing Writer's Notebook entries. I may do this occasionally. I mean go off and on. This entry was about a memory of mine. It was a nice memory about laughing and taking turns. Even if the story we were acting out is awful for little kids. I mean we were like 3 and 4.
I sat on my grandma's couch with my cousins Kyle, Todd, Daniel, and Nicole who were hopping up and down on the couch, we had just decided to act out a joke we had been reciting to each other. We divided the parts, Nicole would be the narrator, I would be the news reporter, Kyle would be a fire fighter, Daniel would be the ice cream man, and Todd would be the mail man. I got up on the edge of the couch as Nicole started her story, "There once was a news reporter who needed a story so she stood at the edge of a cliff and waited." I yelled, "3, 2, -" Kyle interrupted me, "Wait, what are you doing?" "I'm going to jump off this cliff. I hate my life." "I hate my life too. I'm just a fireman. I'll join you." We yelled together, "3, 2, -" Nicole continued. "Next came an ice cream man." Daniel said, "Wait, what are you doing?" While laughing Kyle explained, "We hate our lives so we're going to jump off this cliff." "I hate my life. I'm just and ice cream man. Let me join you." We started again, "3, 2, -" "Next came a mail man." "Wait, what are you doing?" Todd said. It was Daniel's turn to explain, "We hate our lives so we're going to jump off this cliff."
Basically the joke is everyone jumps off the cliff except the news reporter who now has a story. We liked jumping off the back of my grandma's couch, and then we would do it again.
I sat on my grandma's couch with my cousins Kyle, Todd, Daniel, and Nicole who were hopping up and down on the couch, we had just decided to act out a joke we had been reciting to each other. We divided the parts, Nicole would be the narrator, I would be the news reporter, Kyle would be a fire fighter, Daniel would be the ice cream man, and Todd would be the mail man. I got up on the edge of the couch as Nicole started her story, "There once was a news reporter who needed a story so she stood at the edge of a cliff and waited." I yelled, "3, 2, -" Kyle interrupted me, "Wait, what are you doing?" "I'm going to jump off this cliff. I hate my life." "I hate my life too. I'm just a fireman. I'll join you." We yelled together, "3, 2, -" Nicole continued. "Next came an ice cream man." Daniel said, "Wait, what are you doing?" While laughing Kyle explained, "We hate our lives so we're going to jump off this cliff." "I hate my life. I'm just and ice cream man. Let me join you." We started again, "3, 2, -" "Next came a mail man." "Wait, what are you doing?" Todd said. It was Daniel's turn to explain, "We hate our lives so we're going to jump off this cliff."
Basically the joke is everyone jumps off the cliff except the news reporter who now has a story. We liked jumping off the back of my grandma's couch, and then we would do it again.
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