Curse this Morning.

I overslept. T.T
There's supposed to be a parade today, from St. Clements Church and back to school. Why is it every time there's some sort of a parade or activity, I always oversleep? It's like my brain is telling everything in my body to just relax and do nothing. Damn you brain! You failed me.

How I Lost My Lucky Pencil.

It started off just like any other day for the zombie. That would be me. I was spending most of my friend-less free time sketching on my flip pad. Then I decided to go over to the other section's room. I was bored, so I talked to John. Afterwards, I left, but John says I left my flip pad, and he gives it to me. I thanked him.
BUT. Something felt weird.


Only now when I'm at home did I realize, that my mechanical pencil fell out of my pocket, and now its lost.



I am so pissed right now.

Oh, What a Wonderful Day.

Today, I have deposited approximately 15,000 pesos in the bank. I have saved enough money to buy either a camera, a PSP, a cellphone, or a truckload of books. lol. I am rich! :))


Okay, I won't spend that money yet. I'm saving it so I can by MJ's new CD "Michael" and of course, "The Michael Jackson Vision DVD". I'm starting to believe my money isn't enough. lmao.

But if I do buy it, I'd be the happiest kid alive. x)

LOL. Random.

I'm sorry. I look like shit here. xD
So, there's me. In orange. My sister.
And of course, my dog, Yankee. :)

You Say You Want A Revolution.

I am on the verge of creation! I can feel a story building itself up inside my brain.


I'll wait for it. x)

Showers

I still have writer's block. T.T
But, I feel much more relaxed right now. :) I at least have some ideas on what kind of story I would write. Maybe something about murder! No. Too morbid. Maybe about kids who love poetry? No. Too boring. (Although I would like to quote Walt Whitman). Okay. I'm going to bathe again. :)) It just makes me go:


And that's all I need right now.

A Day in The Life of Me

I have a bad case of writer's block. What horrible timing! Just when I need to write a short story for English, I get every ounce of creativity sucked out of me like a squeezed sponge.
I need inspiration.


Please. Please! Inspire me.



I need a bath. Maybe I'll get some inspiration after I get clean.

What a Day.

Thank the Lord, tomorrow is Saturday! I watched Oprah a while ago, and its National No Phone Zone day in the US. And just in case you never watched Oprah, the No Phone Zone Pledge is something people agree to sign stating: "They will not text or talk on the phone while driving." We heard some sad stories of people who lost their loved ones, and I almost cried. I really cried when this lady told her story. She was taking a walk with her family, when this car driven by a sixteen year old who was talking on the phone like zoomed towards them. The woman got into a coma for three weeks, and the saddest part was when her two year old son Ryan died instantly.
That broke my heart. :(

After that, I watched a movie about cannibals eating people. In the end, the main character turned out to be a cannibal, and he ate everyone. Everyone

And I was like:


That's pretty much it. ;)

Let's pretend today is November 30th

Happy 28th Birthday to the greatest album of all time!
Sorry I missed it. T.T

I wish.

I wish my parents would listen to me.
I don't know why they keep treating me like I'm some sort of a dumb kid.
I don't know why they don't listen to my opinions.
I don't know why they won't listen to any of my explanations.
They just keep nagging me.
Nag, nag, nag.
Its like its wrong to defend myself.
I just wish, for once, my parents would actually hear me out.
I'm not like you. I don't have a job. I'm not responsible. I don't have a family to take care of. I know I'm really stupid and crazy most of the time, but I'm still a kid. I make mistakes, a lot. But that's just it. Afterwards, I learn from them. I don't need to hear you tell me how you handled it because I am not you.
Why is it so wrong for me to be silly? I'm fifteen.
Seriously, what do you expect? I'm still finding myself. I wasn't born with a handbook on how to live life properly.
Just because I'm young, or insane, or whatever doesn't make me irrelevant.
I have an opinion. I have feelings. I need to express them.


Okay, who wants burritos? :D