a little bit off in the attic.

So what? We're all a might kooky in our own ways. EMBRACE IT! EMBRACE! -shakes fist-

I'll outloud and proudly stand to my feet and declare, "I'm a weirdo, and I like it."
My weirdness defines me, and that's just it.

So what if I'm one of the most unnormal bookworms you'll ever meet? Or that I wear red leopard print skinny jeans like these (only in red):



Or that I'm an avid Star Trek fan?? It's, well, me. And if anyone's gotta problem with it, they can go drink some toilet water. Mmm. (Blech!) Why should I be fake?

I really don't get why teenagers refuse to let the real them shine through, and instead blend in with the crowd. Well, I do understand that they don't want to be teased to pure humiliation, but come on now. Be proud of who you are!

Let's admit it, people. We've all got stuff we don't want to outright say because it would make us 'weird' and not 'fit in'.

For an example or two, say the school's most popular jock is secretly in love with grindcore. Oh, golly, what would his friends do if they found out? Well, his friends wouldn't be real friends if they took offense and cast him out. His interests define him. So what if he's not into the whole rap and hip hop scene that the typical prep and jock is supposed to into? It's him, doggone-it.

Or, per se, the little emo girl who secretly yearns to cheerlead. And why the heck shouldn't she go after her wish? Because a 'REAL' emo doesn't do anything to show school pride and just doesn't give a crap about anything. Well, back off, ladies and gentlemen, let her show who she really is and what she can do.

Who cares if it seems a little unorthodox?

Wear who you are, show who you are, do who you are.

And so, by God, I'm gonna show who I am! With the help of these cute icons. ^^

we are all so over-cooked.

I'm seriously done with drama. Sick of it. Disgusted of it. Retching at the thought of it.
Who needs it? Only those who can't figure out anything better to do with their lives, I suppose.
Unlike me, who has suddenly found herself with a full plate and can hardly balance it on her head.
As soon as I get myself into a little courting, some girls find it necessary to latch their teeth onto my neck and scratch at my back, trying, no INSISTING, on annoying me with petty words and rumors.
Really now.
Sigh.
I'm so above this.

GAHH. Why doe people have to be so pitiful?

Cough. Anyways.
I'm actually not making a huge deal about this. And if you're ever in a situation like so, then you shouldn't, too. Because those people are really ridiculous and not worth one miniscule breath of your energy.

On the contrary, I'm quite content with life. I've got my friends who love me, a sweetheart of a boyfriend who always proceeds in making me tongue tied (he's a master at it.), and my books who comfort me. And paint. Can't forget my acrylics.

See? When it all comes down to the bare bones of it all, you'll see what's really important and the mere whisperings of a pesky fly are rather better left unnoticed and uncared for.


Well, aren't you precious.

october nights.

Generally around this time of year, I'm on a daily hype about Halloween. This holiday is the parents' dread and the childrens' love.
For little boys, who wouldn't want to be a bloodied vamp?
And for the girls, who wouldn't want to be a flouncing fairy or a beautiful Cinderella?
And for the dogs, who would want to be a plump pumpkin? Oh, I pity those poor animals.

Back in my young days, I didn't care about how much the Halloween costumes cost. As long as it was cool and different and scary.
Nowadays, I'll look online and gasp, cover my little mouth and utter, "Oh my!" and close the window. Sixty bucks for a Southern Bell costume is highly blasphemous.
Which brings me to my conclusion. Why spend a crap load of money for a cheap armful of material that doesn't even look good in the first place when you can actually MAKE your own for probably a third of the price?

This also reminds me of my argument of the adult costumes. Mainly the women's. IS THIS SOME EXCUSE TO SHOW OFF YER BOOBS AND BUTTS FOR ONCE BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN'T STAND LOOKING AT THEM ANY OTHER DAY??
Cough. Sorry.


Seriously, woman. Don't you think you could cover up just a little? Have some dignity!

Anyway. So this year, I'm not entirely sure as to what I'll be. Why not just dress like a freak and go hang out with some friends? It's fun and costless, so it sounds promising.

i'm cursed and don't deny it.

Disappointments seem to make a regular attendance in our lives. With every good event, there must be a bad side effect. What's up with that?

You know what I've learned?
Don't expect what you want to expect.

For instance, my homecoming date asked me officially Monday night. We were both very excited until today, he was suspended for rather stupid reasons. Henceforth, no homecoming. No Benjamin for two weeks, as well. No sitting the night away, making fun of the desperate girls on the dance floor whom strive for any guys' short attention. No skipping through the dancing throng and basically getting on everyone's nerves. No wearing the cute red dress so simliar to this:


Oh yes, very upsetting.

Though, one must face reality and realise that no, there is nothing you can do. The only way to semi-cheer up those blues is to have a non-homecoming party with Dani and a Monster to share. Not to mention the most-loved 'Aqua Teen Hunger Force' to keep us company.

Let's face it, life sucks.
But, you can take the initiative and make it a wee better. And it wouldn't hurt to admit that you're crying like a baby in the inside because NOTHING works out for you. EVER.

But friends like these help:



I love you guys.