Most girls who watch the movie or see the Broadway side with the Phantom--she wants a man to fawn over her, to love her that completely, to be a bad boy and a hero and darkly handsome.They don't understand the facets of the mindset of Christine.I was Christine. I had a Phantom, and a choice. There was a boy who was safe, who loved me, who was stable and a good choice.And then there was the...

And yet I never really met you.Twiggy and Sladjana and Big John and Jenn.There are more, but you are the ones I really had the chance to meet. And I didn't. I'm never going to see you smile or hear you laugh or hug you.Jenn, I saw you so recently. It's amazing that you can see a girl in the halls at least once a week and then...she's just gone. I miss you.Do you know what my parenting teacher's...

I will openly admit it--the near-Cleveland school with four suicides? Yeah, I go there.Firstly, I must say that only two of those involved homosexuality. I know the media is painting them as all "gay suicides" but in all honesty, they weren't.I don't support gay rights, and most people know that. But it's inexcusable to make fun of them, bully them, make them feel inferior, or anything like that....

So yesterday, my town became national news. AP decided to write an article about my high school and how there have been four suicides there. (Four suicides over four years, which wasn't emphasized)It was a brutal article, talking to each child's mother and friends, giving the details and even talking to random students.And then the firestorm started.A few people I know reposted the article on...

This isn't a breakup journal or anything.Yesterday, I found my cat dead.I know it sounds pathetic, being upset over a cat. But this cat was my best friend. He was there when I came home from the hospital; he was literally older than me, and not just in cat years. We used to joke that he had about 42 lives--he lived to 20 and he survived things that, by all accounts, he shouldn't have.He ran in our...

So, let's call this girl Maddie.Maddie just got out of a long-term relationship. Everyone involved agrees that it's good that it ended, but she's still struggling a bit. Enter Matt.He started commenting on her statuses. Slowly, at first. But soon, everything she posted had multiple comments from him.He told her she was worthless, that her ex had used her, that she would never find love--horrible...

My parents aren't home right now. In fact, they haven't been home for a while. They left yesterday in the early morning and are coming back late tonight.It's like I'm living alone, and I love it.Not the freedom of it, actually. But the responsibility. I love the feeling of relying on myself to get myself in bed on time, up on time, ready and out the door. I mean, sure, I've been singing...

Coming Alive by Phil Wickham is stuck in my head.+++The high school I attend is trying to ban yoga pants.My opinion of this?Thank you, administration.I'm tired of seeing girl's mostly naked butts walking through the halls. Because they're not setting down a blanket ban; if they're loose, they're okay, and if you're butt's covered, they're okay. Which is pretty darn reasonable, considering many...

So, I'm doing an art project. And I need your help!It's based off a song's lyrics and the song itself. Basically, we can take any (school appropriate) song and turn it into a piece of art.Basically, my question is this. What would you do?What song would you choose? What would you draw/paint/carve/sculpt whatever? What would you be trying to say, if anything?I have a general idea of what I'm going...

I am immature.I will admit this.I do not have the ability to say 'penis', 'vagina', or 'breast' without laughing. I often stick my tongue out at people. My favorite form of exercise involves climbing a play set or swinging on a swing set.And yet, it seems like many of my friends are not just immature...they're childish, for a lack of a better word. (I know the two are basically synonyms. Just bear...

I do not belong in a world of broken pieces,I was meant to be in the arms of Your redemptionI am moving on to the place of Your perfectionBecause I do not belong.- "I Do Not Belong" by Kutless.It's been so long since I've posted on here. I've tried several times: opened a new journal, began typing, and halfway through scrapped it all. I'm having difficulty putting my heart into words.This summer...

I'm sure no one noticed I was gone, but I was just on vacation for ten days, after a three-day trip for my sister's graduation; that was right when school got out, so basically my entire June was eaten up.But I got back today. Nine hours in the car. We settled everything I went driving for two hours, to ensure I can get to the church and back for VBS tomorrow. My butt hurts, so badly.That,...

Though, I will survive.I got my license today. My first solo trip was to youth group...it's maybe twenty-five minutes away. I go there every Thursday, so I know the route well.However, I was paranoid. My sister just got a new Garmin as a graduation present, so I borrowed it for the night. Going there was fine; I got there safely and securely.Coming home was where it became obvious that Satan wants...

Yesterday was my last day of school; my finals were done by 10:45. So from around 11:15 to 6:45, I was wandering around the (slightly seedy) lake-front part of the town with my friends, and then we walked to youth group.We were in and out of the shade and buildings and we were constantly moving, so I thought I'd be okay without sunscreen, despite the fact that my skin is paler than the average...

So, Sara is engaged. Nicole is pregnant, as is Morgan. Mandy is supposedly pregnant, though I seriously doubt it. Kira's pregnant, or says she is.I'm once again happy that I'm a virgin and that I'm committed to being a virgin until I'm married.It seems like everyone is pairing off lately, even if sex isn't involved. -_-' It's getting annoying being the only single one at any given table. I know...

I'm taking my driver's test in a little over twelve hours. Which means this time tomorrow, I'll be a fully licensed, legal driver.Understandably, I'm kind of anxious right now. I did maneuverability practice twice today--the second time, I was dismal. I literally had three runs that I didn't knock over a cone--and I did it about forty times. I know that I'm just nervous and that tomorrow, instinct...

So, I went to a concert last night, and I almost died. Honestly.My group consisted of maybe a dozen people, we were arranged in a kind of line, maybe two or three people thick, and I was right at the front. A mosh started forming around us. A crowd surfer came near us, and he fell.His foot came down on my head, and I went down. I blacked out for a second and I was completely terrified. Chris...

If you're going to pimp your (or someone else's) stories:1. MUST be original. (One exception--if it's an MCR fic done so well that your head explodes while reading it)2. No vampires. No werewolves. No overly Mary-Sue emo characters.3. Preferably something serious.4. Please--I want something good. Well-written.I really want to read something...I feel like something new. I can't get to the bookstore...

I'm dressed in a huge hoodie and baggy jeans, yesterday's eyeliner is making me look like I belong on a street corner, and my hair is up in an unflattering bun.You see, when I'm going through emotional distress paired with feeling physically like crap paired with not getting much sleep, I tend to go for slob-chic in my appearance.Psalm 66:10: "For you, O God, tested us; you refined us like...

The art class that I'm currently enrolled in has a finale, of sorts. Our last project is a series piece--three pieces that we can do on any subject, using any medium, on any size canvas/paper/board, et cetera. It is basically totally open.Well, I've recently recommitted my artwork to God. It's for His glory, after all. And He told me what I should do--by no means is it easy, but it's...