October 21, 2009Today was a little of the quiet side. A little bit.. So I wake up and do all that jazz.. blah blah. School... blah blah. Now it's lunchtime. Same people at the table + 1 new. Me, Cheyenne, Scott, Bern and Alex. Scott still won't let me milk his utters D: So, my head is pounding because I have the flu and so does Cheyenne because we hang around each other so much it's not even a...

October, 20, 2009* Chey or Cheyenne = My best friend, cruel intentions :DThis morning, I woke up feeling really sick. I didn't want to go to school because I've been sick all week. Anywho, I get up and brush my teeth ( took a shower last night, I'm not dirty) and went downstairs and all that jazz. Kay, nothing special there. So, Chey, her brother, Jimmy, who's basically my brother too and their...

I don't get how some poetry can be famous and others not. Like, how can you tell someone that their poem sucks when anything from your heart is the best thing in the world? Everything you say means something because it's a part of who you are. I also don't understand how someone can infer something about someone else's poem. You don't know why they wrote it.Just sayin'Just something on my...

You can't stop people from labeling you. I know it sucks but you just have to learn to ignore people. Don't take it so personally because how are they going to tell you who you are? Plus, for example, if someone calls you emo because you wear black or such, ignore it because that's not the real meaning and they have to make fun of you because it makes them feel like the "boss" in other words,...