Hey guys!

I don't think anyone is on here anymore, but just in case; this is now a semi-dead account...Because, I am now with the WSC! Yay! A bunch of kids at my school said "SCREW CONFOMITY" and started a creative writers club at school. My job? Organize everything online and make it pretty, which I kind of did. There's just one piece there now, but check it out! We've got some talented people in our little group, so it's going to be a really cool experience.

Tata!

K

My internet is down, there's a problem with my computer, the new speakers STILL aren't working, and I'm getting blammed for alot of the issues. I go on the internet more that mum. Big deal. I go on SAFE sites. Like Gaia, DevArt...The ones with good security?! GOD. I'm so tired of getting blamed for everything that happens to the technological stuff. It's really urking me and it's starting to hurt my feelings and when I told my mother, WELL. She just didn't give a rats ass that it made me feel bad that she kept telling me off for doing things I didn't...Gods, this is really gratting me...

ANYways, I can't get onto my internet, so I haven't abondoned anyone, I just can't DO anything.

Going to play with Maverick now, as I luv that darned dog SO MUCH.

I lub joo, Mavers.... as he mawls my face. There is dog spit on my face....ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD AGAIN. XD

Guess who doesn't have to go to school today due to mental illness. Ahahahaaaaaaaahahaaaaaaaaaa.

Happy dance.

Oi, though. Doctor says I am just as bad as last time, though you couldn't tell because my meds repress my emotions. So, I literally have to force myself to cry if I have to. And if I need to let something out, well. Anger is the only way.

OH joy.

But I can stay home. And sleep. And play with the doggies. So all is good in that department.

Um, I made my first WMP video for Psych class. I shall put it on YouTube and frighten you all with my lack of computer skillz. Mwahahahaha.

Nighty night........

..........zzzzzzzzzzzzz.......

WAIT. I'm not DONE yet.

Right, ClearNightSkies is having her first go under the knife. She is having a knee operation and won't be able to walk for three weeks. So go and offer your support because she needs it.

Great thing is though, we're BOTH dibilitated and can keep each other company! WOOHOO for good timing, yo.

So yeah. Go and um.....say hi. She'd appreciate it.

I've also made a wicked new friend whom is my older male counterpart. It was HILARIOUS.

"TYRANOSAURUS REXES IN F-14!!! RUN AWAAAAAAAAY......."

"Tacos."

"You've got the little people, too?"

"I am cow, hear me mooooooooooooooooooooow......"

Oh, huzzah for mates for they are funny. Squee.

NOW I'm going...

Or AM I.

No, I'm seriously going now.

Toodles.

Stands for Extremely Depressed Person.

The only thing that's keeping me awake is MSI being blasted directly into my ear lobes. Thank you Mr. Urine and TK.

Argh..... My mum is totally flipping out because of the return of the clud (it's my metaphorical saying for the mental fog that clouds my head when I get really depressed which only happens when it's BACK.)

Eye isn't bothering me as much as it was yesterday, just a tad annoyed thank GOODNESS.

Syd's coming up....whoopie. Usually I'm off the wall....Not this time.

I'm happy, but not nearly as eccstatic as I usually would be when the fur-ball comes up for a visit.

We lizards are not good when we are depressed. That is when we
think about pointy things and world domination most...like in gym class....Oi, that was thrilling. And distrubing. It involved a cuboard and endless amount of pointy/sharp knives and some insane laughter. Mwahahaha.

GET ME OUT OF HERE BEFORE I LOSE IT.

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease........T_T

By both; rage and the fact some moron thought it would be a good idea to flick an elastic band at full throtale into my right eye. Now it hurts like heck. Oh, and they had the guts to say "God, dont' take it personally." They all laughed.

I HATE THIS PLACE.

I seriously thinking about getting out of here and just staying at my dad's place. It's abondoned all afternoon and morning, so it's not like he'd show. And if he did, well. Let's just say the emergency room technichines would be baffled how a bread knife got stuck so deeply inside his intestines.

Also, the only class that I actually fit into is giving me hell and now, I dont' exist. OH joy.

Someone kill me now. Please. I'll PAY you.

Oh, snap, is someone going to get it. I apologize ahead of time to the random bystander who is going to get their nose broken. Badly.