pandamoneeum

08:50 pm: The Emotional Turmoil That The Concours D'Art Oratoire Causes...
Today was as normal as you would think to call a day, and it depends on what you consider normal. Well to start it all off I had to go out with my parents and get my passport photos..
Funfun.. I then went to the library and got out some books.. And then I came home to do my...**gags** concours d'art oratoire..

On abortion.. I never realised that there were so many reasons to be against it or for it. It is quite the mind bending thing to read about, or even understand. I am curious as to what runs through the head of the women that chose abortion over life... It is quite the confusing aspect.. or even outlook on life (If thats what you would like to call it).

Too bad that at school it was double block.. Everything went slower then it should have and all in all ot truly sucked some serious ass. I think ill live to see tomorrow (lol) and to face another 2 hours of science.. For reasons unknown I will have 4 hours of Science over the course of 2 days.. lesigh. In total 6 hours with L'efort... what fun and interesting things I will learn. Blechyblechypoopoo.

I wonder what it is like to be out of highschool and everything... Confused as to how you get credits and all of that stuff, but im sure ill get to it once I get there... Take it all in stride. i finished My concours! **cheers** Thank god that done with.. Now all I have to do is spend like 3 hours correcting all of the grammatical and spelling mistakes I made, making sure that it is relatively perfect and then after springbreak I get to present it to the rest of the class... another lesigh... Such work a child is put through..lol, I realise adults go through much more stress although Im sure a small percentage of them actually had to go through the heart stopping amount of crap you have to go through to write the gay-ass concours.. By the way, It counts for like 20% of our final french mark... That will be a bad sign, seeing as I cant pronounce words worth my life...lesigh.. If only life were a tad easier, pressures taken off and lives actually given the chance to be let out wild and free... hehe

SpringBreak is coming (Or SB if you will) and I cant wait! I get to stay here instead of going to my grandparents house.. Now all I have to do is plan stuff to do, phonecalls here I come! lol, SB should be fun! Tomorrow is a new day, hopefully I wont have to work my ass of with my concours... **gag**

02:05 pm: Bottle Drives Should Be Illegal....
What I say is true... Bottle drives should be illegal. You have to stick your hand to a mess of fermented goo, that some lazy bum didnt want to empty. I have to shower after, and get rid of the disgusting smell. Gross, it makes me want to barf all over my house. Well Im over my small vent about bottle drives, but I know it will be worth it in the end. This summer I get to go to 5 (yes 5) different countries. Denmark, France, Belgium, Netherlands, and Germany. That should be much fun, although it is with girlguides which equals uniforms and more or less an interesting amount of calm... Funfun it will be.

I watched Moulin Rouge yesterday and as usual relived the emotions that it holds. It is one of my favorite movies.. Not sure why, I think Its because Im a fan of both actor and actress and am a large musical fan (Chicago is another good movie!) But yes, it was good. I am wondering about different things at the moment, not sure what all them mean, or are supposed to convey. What is the point of having these feelings if you dont understand them in the first place? I would like to know ..

Well my day isnt over just yet so I may have other things to say later, but as for now, Im over and out.. Until next time amigos...

07:14 pm: Life Is Full Of Surprises.... That May Or May Not Be Good
Wow, a first post... I am not new in the art of posting and tend to make them quite long, so if this begins to bore you I urge you to stop before you even begin.

At the moment I am stuck at my house, my sister and her freinds running wild and free through what was once a chaos free (For the most part)zone. I dont remember being 11 again and from the example my sister and freinds are portraying it must have been a truly demonic day and age. I apologise to my mother if I was ever like that... hehe... Ive seen many things so far, and am sincerely disturbed, at the moment they are doing the present shuffle to find out who gets to get their gift opened first.. Beautiful! My sister has belched... A moment to be remembered, let me get my camera (NOT!). Im going to get off of this subject as soon as is possible (now) so that I can spare you the interesting details that I am so fortunate to have witnessed what is supposedly a 'party'.....

Moving On...

A normal life at school, or as normal as is possible in middle school. I watch as 'alliances' are formed and broken, freindships betrayed and catfights started. A warzone in itself, it surprises me that there are people that went through middle school without a care in the world. Thinking that the world was all unicorns and rainbows, well for all of your information it is NOT. There are hardships that some will never understand , some that people will never feel, never truly comprehend. I am one of those people. A freind of mine makes me think often of hardships that I have not faced, and that I never truly wish to face. The thoughts and feelings make me confused, and sad... Not truly depressed for I know deep down that all wil turn out right in the end and that she will find the 'light'. I actually have a thing I call it in my thoughts, darkness. A side where all will go wrong and worse, a place where dreams start and finish too soon. I actually wrote something and wish that my freind reads it and understands that I do care, even though I do not understand what is happening to her, and the feelings that surround her. But understand this I will always be there...

Now for A Tad of Creativety,

Falling..
The feather falls, slower then other things, yet is still falling. I reach out to stop it.. But it passes me by, I do not understand why when I reach out to catch it it seems to slip thorugh my fingers, to begin the cycle again. I feel I could do this forever and ever, chasing and trying to catch, an epic game of tag that will never end.
The feather begins to fall faster and faster, until at last I can not touch it anymore. It has fallen past a point, to a place where I can not follow, a place that is forbidden. The last remenants of this object are submerged, never to be seen again... Although I try and try, dig and dig, there is no way to reach out to the feather the fell... The feather the failed...

Hope you all enjoyed that and understood the hidden message.. to those who it may concern- the ending is what will happen if you dont try to get out of that hole, that darkness, but I beleive you can do it, and I encourage you to try more then you are now... It would make me feel better, and for a final note, being proud is an added bonus!

hehe, if this post makes the people who read it think about things, well i think I accomplished my goal! I will leave now, running amidst the satanic children that invade what is my essence, my calm place. I have a bottle drive tomorrow so will talk about that.. If thats the sort of stuff that interests you.. lol