OMFG!!!

    I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. I just don't know what to do with myself. It's like yesterday. This guy my friend liked came on to me. She does not like him anymore. That has to do with the fact that he lied to her. He told her how he didn't like me in that way. Which was lie. The truth is he is that guy that wants anything in a skirt that looked attractive. Yesterday I was the skirt. I hate being thought of as that, but I have this weird feeling that I am thought of that way from time to time. That was yesterday. I guess some guys are pigs like that.

Coming to a realization

In lit. So I like Lit. I have the best teacher ever. Miss. Meyer is the coolest ever. She is one teacher I really can talk to. I think it is important to have that one teacher in high school you can talk to. At home I can't really talk to my parents. Meyer is one of the reasons why I want to go to school, and learn. I use to not want to get up in the morning, and now I do. It feels great to have that. Having that one teacher is an amazing feeling. I don't feel like I'm different from everyone else anymore. I use to separate myself from everyone, and everything. I guess that all has changed

Tyler Masta B

People really make you think. Like from judge mental people to the guy that really makes your day. Jamie she is very judge mental. I have noticed that, and my friend Tyler is like the sweetest person ever. He told me today that judge mental people are that way because of the own crap in their lives. I like to believe that. Tyler and I come from the same background. I read his story about his life, and it made me want to hug him. I did to tell you the truth. He is one of the most kind people I have ever met. Tyler and I use to sit next to each other in a class, and he made my day. I don't want to reveal any information about him because I didn't ask if I could. He is really nice, and I don't want to do that to him, so instead I sound like a CD on repeat.

   So I was bored today, so I went onto the Madville Times site. It's they guy's blog. He blogs about politics in South Dakota. I wanted to do something like that, but he just does it so well that I couldn't do that. I would not know what to say. When I was at Deuel for a year, he came and talked with our Journalism class. He was actually really cool. I asked him about the internet, and how in Orson Scott Card's book "Ender's Game", Card already had the internet figured out, and that was the 1980's. That was almost a year ago. It's just something to think about. I love politics, but I don't want to make it my world. I feel if I did I would be an angry person, so I read about them from time to time on Madville Times.

Thank Goddess Its Friday

It is Friday. I am happy that it is the end of the week. I am sitting in class waiting for it to end. Then I will eat lunch. Ok I will eat my piece of fruit. I know that is not very much, but I don't eat a lot during the day. Ok I don't eat a lot at all. I was going to go to a family reunion this week end, but I have to work. Right now I am a temp, but I may become the official person for that job. I will be drying cars. Sounds fun? Yeah it sounds alright lol.

Pet Peeves

I realize something. There are those people who like picking on others, and trying to make them feel bad, because they feel bad themselves. Then there are those people who don't like to admit when people are better then they are. They like to think that they are better then everyone else, when they are not. It just really pisses me off. I shouldn't say that when I am on school internet, but it's true. It just drives me insane. Your not better then me. I know "The Dream of Eli" is great. If it wasn't I wouldn't of made it into the Semi- Finals. I did make it into the semi- finals. I  love the fact that it is getting published. It just pisses me off when someone can't admit someone else is good. Maybe she is mad, because she didn't think of it herself.  I guess that is what I think. Maybe it's not true. I can believe it can't I?

"The Dream of Eli"

So yeah ok, I wrote a poem. I was upset and just needed to get it out. Then I entered this poetry contest. The poem that I wrote that day, I entered it. It was just hey look at this sort of thing. I didn't do it because I wanted to win. I did it because I thought hey this really meant something to me, maybe someone else will relate to it to. Give them some hope. Well it gave someone something, because I made to the Semi-finals, and my poem will be published. I really can't wait to see it. This made me the most happy I have ever been. I know that sounds weird, but it is true. My poem is called "The Dream of Eli". It's about how you have this childhood best friend, and you spend most of your time together, and then it stops. It is also about how you always love someone, no matter what. Even though you barely talk you still love them.  I will always love Eli. In different ways at different times. I really don't care if it does make it to the top, because it's the fact that I wrote it. I am proud of it. It is something I can call my own. I can now call myself a writer. That is all I have always wanted. My dream is coming true