So the start of the new school semester has finally begun.Woo.There's alot of hubub about college and university and alot of people are really stressing about it. Yeah I'll admit that it is very...Difficult.What with the studying...The studying......the studying.Hm. That's a social killer.But I know it's going to be alot of fun also. I'm gonna make new friends, experience new... for lack of better...

So prom is coming up.Gah.It's next Friday and everything's good, everything's great but-I have nothing to wear.I had the opportunity months ago to get some article of clothing- a potato sack, ye olde fashioned cowboy movie barrel with the straps, ANYTHING. but we just got a boat.I'm not complaining. No siree. The thing is from the 80's and some guy thinks we stole it because of the deal we got....

So the end of the vastly long school year is sickeningly coming to an abrupt close. In roughly two months that is.I still don't have internet, but the lack thereof has caused me to focus more on my studies in such classes as:JazzReligion... not.Vocalsand....Art.I know. Tough. >.> But for the most part, this year isn't all that it's cracked up to be. I still need: 40 HOURS OF COMMUNITY...

So I have just started a new relationship. Things are going well. I went for a date a week ago. Went for another date this time at their house. Everything's going great- I made sure to do everything possible not to screw it up. Except I forgot one thing-Answer my damn phone.So it was probably 10pm and after watching 5 super long movies back to back and playing multiple games of rockband- combined...

Have you ever wondered what will become of you after leaving the... somewhat safe haven of the school grounds? When the stiffling feeling of the exam rooms leave your nostrils, gone forever in the faraway days of yesteryear, a begging cry to return to your teenage days of lunchtime bells and long and boring classes suddenly arises from the deepest crevasse of your thoughts and you can't help but...

So as the school term comes to a close, I can't help but feel the extreme weight of exam time crushing down on my ribs, making me gasp for air and wishing I'd have paid more attention in class.Egad.Not that I have 300 classes worth of exams, no no. I have English grade 12 and Math grade 11. So why all the fuss?I've failed a class before. Not that I can't say I'm the only one, it happens all the...

Now finally entering my 25th move in my 17 year existance, I have come to realize one of my basic nessecities - Internet.No no, it˙s not as if I˙m addicted to it or aything. Not at all. I socialize. Alot. But living in a distant country town, with no malls, and the nearest corner store a 20 minute drive away, one comes to realize the significance of this wonderful and complex...

Goodness it's been a long while since anything was written.Oh well.So my mother is due in a day or two. ( Baby sister on the way! ) Now that preggosaurus is close to her due date I can finally rest at ease. In a span of 3 weeks I have :Cooked.Cleaned.Washed clothes.Babysat.Gone to school.Took care of mum.And basically...I'm really fucking tired, you know?So when that 5th and final child crawls out...

Although everyone's mind is brilliant, most - as well as I - have one horrifically significant downfall.Laziness.Yes the "L" word. Most teachers' biggest fear and my 'cliff jumping' motion towards my English grade dropping ways. Alas, other classes that require little homework and thought such as music and math could be indescribably high, but in the end, a university class mark as low as mine...

Ok so I've given this some thought, and I've decided to transfer my written out story onto Mibba for the enjoyment of others. Much thought process enabled me to finally achieve a written title, which henceforth was namedChocolate Milk And Arsenic.When I start putting down chapters and if people get into it, I will explain it's title, take suggestions, answer everyone's questions and hopefully with...

Merry Christmas everyone.Or so I thought. I awoke this morning to see that after a night of storming in October, there was a fresh, cold and deep amount of the white flakes on the ground.Everywhere.So seeing as my Uniform consists of a skirt and whatnot, I found out for the first time that your knees can accumulate icicles.Who knew?Thankfully the petrified-ness of the upcoming Halloween night must...

For my sanity - and I'm sure for the course of some others - A well thought out 3 minutes of my time was spent deciding whether or not a journal would benefit my time, as well as relieve me of my writing itches.So it was decided. Because I'm writing now, the obvious course of reason I took was to - erm, write.I suppose a substantial ammount of days doing this isn't required ( Indeed I need to keep...