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Okay, I have not abadoned this blog.
I will be back sometime this week. To blog.
And blog. And blog. And maybe blog a bit more.
So yeah.. be warned.
If I don't though...
Feel free to shoot me with a hockey puck.
....
Don't ask.

Van Atta High and Chapstick.

Okay, I know I haven't blogged in like forever.
But oh well.
I haven't had anything to blog about.
Still don't.
So be prepared for a lot of random rambling.

So I like chapstick.
Anyone else out there like chapstick?
Yeah, its amazing.
Did you know there is a chapstick website?
Totally didn't go there.
Pfft, course I went there.
Wasn't much, just talkin bout the different chapsticks.
Cos I'm such a loser that I have nothing to do but look up pictures of chapstick.
But moving on.

Anyone heard the band Van Atta High?
If you haven't, YOU ARE MISSING OUT.
They are amazing.
Talked to the band through emails a little yesterday.
Seem to be nice guys, which is a plus.
Most bands I talk to only ever reply with 'We're on itunes and at fye! Go buy us!'
Usually makes me stop listening to the band, cos all they seem to want is popularity.
But they didn't. They just said thanks, then I asked them where I could get their cd.
Anyways, listen to them.
Van Atta High
I especially like Call Me Jersey <3

Another thing is,
I found out Warped Tour is coming about 45 minutes from me.
I'm begging my mom to let me go but I don't know if she'll let me.
Paramore, AVA, We The Kings, Mayday Parade.
Seriously, those are some of the best bands ever.
Sad part is that All Time Low won't be at that date. :(
Yeah, that's depressing.

Supernatural Chick.. Yay or Nay?

OH!
And who thinks, I should change my name from
'The Optimistic Pessimist' to 'Supernatural Chick'?
...?
Anyoneeeeeee?

Dinner topics. You'd think that would at least be normal. Boy were you wrong.

Ello Shreklings.
...
No commento.
ANYWAYS.
My dad was attempting to help me with maths earlier.
You know how maths have all them big words?
Yeah, you know how my vocabulary consists of all them small words?
The two things, THEY COLLIDE.
Like mental man.

So my dad sits there, talking to me in big words.
And I'm sitting there, looking at him like he's mad.
So I tell him how he's gotta use small words, for my sake.
And my brain's.
And my... WELL FOR MY GOSH DANG MENTAL STATE!
Kay?! Kay.

So then, we're all eating dinner together-no that is not a common thing.
And my brother brings up lycanthropes.
For those that don't know, lycanthrope, it means werewolf.
My brother, is looking at me like I'm crazy cos I know what lycanthrope means.
Honestly, how could I not!?! This is me, the crazy supernatural chick.
Course I know what it is, silly.
And my dad then gives me a look and says 'That's a big word, how come you can say that, and understand it, but when it comes to math words, you don't know what it means.'
I plainly said 'Cos it's a LYCANTHROPE dude! It's cool. Maths, I think not.'
Then he thought I was mental.
...Clearly he is not aware of my being a supernatural chick.
Well, it's not like I've told him.
But still, with the books I read and the stuff I watch... Not that he pays attention to it...
Or I tell him.
BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT.
Why is everything coming back to me?
ANYWAYS.
We continue about this.
And my brother is still amazed that I knew what it was.
And so neither of my parents had known what it was.
Yeah, I know. ARE THEY FROM ANOTHER PLANET?!
...I don't believe they are. Just me. Me, myself and I.
Okay, so not just me. Cos myself and I just had to tag along.
Stupid followers.
They need to be leaders, not followers.
ANYWAYS.
My parents ask what a lycanthrope is.
My brother answers 'A werewolf'.
Yeah, both my parents then look at us like we're crazy.
And I turned to my brother and said,
'We prefer the term lycanthrope. Thank you.'
Got up, and walked away from the table.

I just have one question to ask everyone.
WHY DOES EVERYONE LOOK AT ME DIFFERENTLY?!

Musick - Covered songs

The other day, I was talking to my mom about the bands I liked.
She was going on about how they have no talent because all they can do it cover other peoples music.
The thing I found funny about this, was that the bands she was talking about,
are some of the most amazing bands ever to exist.
Seriously, ever heard of McFly?
My mom will listen to some of the stuff, but the rest she says how they have no originality and can't write their own music.
The funny thing is,
When someone covers a song,
You have to have permission from the original artist/performer/writer.
So obviously, if they think you aren't good enough, they aren't going to hand you the rights to sing the song.
Do you think that the Beatles are going to go out and give random garage bands that can't sing the rights to their biggest hits?
Didn't think so.
So hence, these bands have so god dang talent.

Just wanted to point some things out(:

Dude

I'm eating Doritos.




...Talk about pointless posts.

"How's your salami? ... Sandwich honey, sandwich."

Right, so most of you reading this know I'm pretty big into to the whole supernatural shiz.
If you don't, go back about four posts.

Anyways.
A while back I got a book from the library.
Can't remember the exact name at the moment, but it was something to do with The Dresden Files.
My mom pointed the book out to me, what caught my attention the most in the book, was the main dudes name being Harry.
Those that know me, know I have a HUGE obsession with the band McFly.
My favourite member being, none other than, Harry.
I went on to read and found out the character Harry's brother's name.
Thomas. Or Tom. Whatever.
Those of you that know me and McFly, know that Tom is another dude in McFly.
Yeah, needlesstosay, I got the book right then and there.
Didn't get to finish it, but I rented the tv show at the store the other day.
Wanna know the first thing I said when I picked it up?
"Mom! In the book, the dude sounded hott! Even if he was older. DO YOU SEE THIS GUY ON THE COVER?! DOES HE LOOK HOTT TO YOU?!"
Yeah, didn't look to hott on the cover.
Finally stuck the dvd in last night.
And dang was I wrong about him being ugly.
He's right fit.
But moving on, it's about this guy, and he's like a witch/warlock person.
Does magic, saves people, catches the bad guy.
When is the story line much different?
But still, it's freaking awesome.
I ended up watching it til 2am.
Not a good idea on my part, but hey, I got into that stuff.
It was on sci-fi for those who want to know.
And yeah, if you ever want something to watch, go pick that up, it's flippin awesome.

And yeah, the title, it's a quote from the movie.
I thought it was quite funny.
Stupid, but funny. :]

Faces

So.
I'm sitting her camming[webcamera-ing]
with Tanita.
And I notice, my face, it looks very square and shiny.
Why the hell is my face shiny?!
Just a tid bit odd.

Then Tanita says how her face is long.
I disagree and say its ovallyyyy.
While my face is over here all shiny.
SHINY DUDES!

Something in them mashed potatoes I tell you.


Oh, and check out the song
Faces by Scary Kids Scaring Kids
<3

New Blogger. Welcomeeeeee.... TANITAAAAAA!

Whooo!
We have another to add to the list.
Tanita<3
Her blog is,
A Splash Of Kiwi

Make her feel welcome.
...
Okay so nearly everyone who reads my blog knows her.
BUT STILL!
Just make me happy, kay? Kay.
:]

Musick - Mayday Parade

Okay, so today, I decided to check out a band I had heard about.
Their name being... Mayday Parade.
Anyone heard of them?

Well, I have come to the conclusion...
They are awesome!
They are all I have listened today.
And that's amazing in itself.
If I hear a new band, it usually takes me a while to get into them.
But if they are that good, it doesn't take me long.
So, scurry off and listen to them.
My suggestions,
Jamie All Over
When I Get Home, You're So Dead
Three Cheers For Five Years
Miserable At Best
Jersey
Black Cat

Of course, there are more.
But I think that will get you started(:

Pointless blogs and the supernatural.

Whoo.
Cheese and Miley have both posted on their blogs.

And I totally realised,
my blogs are pointless.
Why do I even bother writing?
It's not like its about anything important or life changing.
Just a bunch of random crap.
Hmm... Should I continue with my stupid pointless posts?
Or should I make them more... important-y?
I need opinions people.

Right, now for randomness.
Who has ever watched one of them ghost hunting shows?
Okay, so if you haven't, GO FIND ONE!
If you have... well then you'll get this post.
So, I have a strange addiction to these shows.
I mean, with these type things you're one of the four people.
1. You're either scared out of your mind, but you don't believe in the supernatural.
2. You're scared out of your mind, and you do believe in the supernatural.
3. You love this stuff, and you believe it more or less.
4. Or you're a skeptic and don't believe it one bit, so hence, no fear.

I personally am option number 3.
I love that type of stuff.
I was raised to believe that these things don't exist,
and that there is no such thing as 'ghosts' or 'vampires' or anything supernatural.
Yet, I believe whole heartedly that these things are real.
Seriously, I'll walk around telling people that I'm a vampire.
They take it a few different ways.
1. They laugh about it and say I have an overactive imagination.
2. They get mad and say how these things don't exist, and that I should be locked in a padded room.
3. They just think I'm psycho.
Either way, they consider me a crazy.
But eh, when have I given them a reason to think otherwise?

But anyways, back to the main topic.
I personally would love to become one of these so called 'ghost hunter'.
Although I like the idea of 'supernatural hunter' a bit better.
Cos I mean, if there is 'ghosts' why the heck can't there be 'vampires' or 'werewolves'?
Because really, when has it been proven that these things don't exist?
But I don't just believe in vampires and ghosts and werewolves or other 'mythical creatures'.
I also believe that there is something else out there.
Like, who's seen the shows such as Doctor Who or Torchwood?
They have aliens and things from other worlds and all sorts of things.
Who's to say these things don't exist?
Cos I sure as heck believe they do.'

Now, some of you people may think I'm crazy after this.
Cool, can't say I blame you.
Some may agree with me.
Good for you.
Some may think I sound more like a children's fiction stories.
If you don't agree with this stuff, cool for you. Just move along.
Leave a comment if you disagree with me that much.
And yes, I am quite aware... This was pointless. :]

Two new bloggers, insanity, and the search for a layout. Oh let the fun begin.

Hey guys.
Well, it's been a depressing few days.
But, I'm going to make this a happy post.

So, my friends Cheese(No that is not her real name you idiots. It's Julia)
and Miley, have made blogs.
Not that someone *coughMILEYcough* has posted.
But I'll be nice and give her time. *hint hint*
Their links will be to the left... wait...*does hand thing to figure out which side is which*, okay right once I settle on a layout.
UNLESS they are on the left.
Because, well then, they are on the left.
Kapeesh? Kapeesh.
Glad we've mad progress.

So, I'm here, looking for a layout.
Do you know how much of a freaking hard time that is?
It's mental.
Sure, they have Danny freaking Jones and Tom flippin Fletcher and Dougie (dang are there little eyes on here?... dang it.) ... *looks around suspiciously* flying Poynter.
Uh.. yeah.. that works... JUST GO WITH IT GOSH DANG IT!
But no HARRY EFFIN JUDD!
WHAT IS THIS?!
IT'S PREJUDICE!
So then, I go to another site.
I look up Harry Judd.
I get Harry freaking Potter.
Stupid evil demon monkey man.. boy.. thing-ARGH.
...
>.<
Anywayssssss, moving on...
Then I look up Tom Fletcher.
And looky looky.
I GET FOREST FREAKING GUMP!
What is that?
I mean honestly, FOREST GUMP?!
That's just weird, kay? Kay.
So at the moment, I have a Beatles layout.
It will most likely be changed though.
Thank you, and goodbye.
...
Til the next post.

Poem and rambling.

Right, so yesterday, I wrote a poem.
You know those bursts of inspiration you randomly get?
...
Oh, is that just me?
Right.. Totally knew that.
...
But anyways, I get that quite a bit.
And it's never at the right moment.
Yesterday for instance, I'm in the middle of a math test--which I later failed, along with the next one after it--and BAM! Inspiration.
I'm sitting there like, okay, wait til the test is done, then write.
You'll remember it.
Pshhh.
I have a mind that when I think of a poem, or a story or something, I've gotta write it right then and there. Or it bugs me.
Evil minion mind.
Evil evil evil.
So I wrote it down.
Then never got to finish my test cos I took up the time for my test to write the dang poem.
How stupid was that?!

But!
On a brighter note,
I TAUGHT MYSELF TO PLAY JINGLE BELLS ON GUITAR!
Whoohoo!
:D

And now, for my poem, for those who want to read it.
Ahem... no one.

Anyways,
It's called Falling.

So you say you've been thru it all.
But I gotta wonder... When did you fall?
These days it seems so far away.
But in reality, it was just yesterday.
Keep your chin up, but your feet on the ground.
It'll all come around.
You aren't the only one.
There are many on the long run.
Stick with it.
Do not quit it.

Standalone Three -- Here Again

Here Again
(Wrote this one for my friend Miley)

September 12, 2007
"Oh, god. I'm so sorry. Here." You said reaching down and picking up my books I had dropped after we bumped into each other.
Before you had even stood up, I knew it was you.
You stood up and handed me my books before looking at me.
You inhaled sharply.
"Maria." You breathed out as I turned my gaze to the floor.
"Uh.. I gotta go." I said before running off.
You didn't come after me.
Now I have to live in the question of 'what if'.
I wish you had come after me.
Those chances only come once in a lifetime.
You missed yours.
...Or so I thought.
--
Two years ago - August 25, 2005
I walked through our front door, coming in from class.
I took of my jacket and shoes before walking upstairs to our room.
Your voice caused me to freeze. You weren't supposed to be home.
You rarely got breaks when you were on tour,
which is where you were supposed to be now.
You didn't make surprise visits, you liked for everything to be planned out.
Why were you home?
At that moment, I knew something was wrong.
"It was a mistake. I was drunk."
I heard your voice stutter out, pulling me from my thoughts.
By the way your voice seemed to grow close then fade out,
I'd say you were pacing.
Something you always did when you were nervous or uncomfortable.
Something I always teased you about.
"You took advantage of me! I was drunk!
You know I'm not myself when I'm drunk!"
You yelled. I assumed you were on the phone as I heard no other voices,
but you were clearly talking to someone.
"No! I'm not making up excuses! I was drunk, you took advantage. End of story."
I swear my heart stopped in that moment.
I slowly registered everything I head heard.
Someone took advantage of you, when you were drunk...
That could only mean...
"I have a girlfriend!" You yelled down the phone.
My suspicions only became clearer.
I opened the door and walked in.
You dropped the phone.
You knew by the look on my face that I had heard.
"I can't even believe you, Fletcher.
I-I can't do this anymore."
I stuttered out as the tears began to flow.
"Miley, no! It's not what you think!"
You said as I began to pack my things.
I didn't respond, just packed my things quicker.
"Miley, I swear-" "Do not call me Miley, friends call me Miley.
But you... You're dead to me Tom."
I yelled before grabbing my bags and leaving.
--
September 15, 2007
"Uh, could you tell me where the milk is?"
A voice asked from behind me. Your voice.
It's times like these, I wished I had a better job than a supermarket.
"Look behind you." I muttered, keeping my back to you,
trying to focus on unpacking the boxes instead of the sound of your footsteps growing closer.
Wait, why were your footsteps getting closer? S***.
"Maria?" You questioned cautiously.
"No, Bob the Builder." I spat out sarcastically.
"Mi-Maria..." Guess you remember the day I left.
"Tom. Just go, okay?" I said ignoring the fact you were just a foot away from me.
"No. I've watched you walk out of my life twice already."
You said grabbing my arm and turning me to face you.
"I won't let you do it again."
You whispered before kissing me.
I pushed you away. "You'd be the one walking, Fletcher.
And I don't remember you trying that hard to stop me."
I spoke, suddenly finding my shoes very interesting.
"Maria... You think I wanted you to leave?"
You asked with a disappointed sigh.
"Yeah. Probably so you could be with that girl you shagged."
I said and your eyes widened.
You took a step closer until if you didn't know any better, you'd have thought we were touching.
"You think I don't love you anymore?"
You whispered, lifting my head up so I was looking at you,
before kissing me again.
This time, I didn't push you away.
When the kiss ended, you pulled me into a hug.
"Tom... I just don't want to be hurt again."
I spoke into your shirt.
You shook your head.
"I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you again."
You whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver.
"I love you, Tom." I said looking up at you.
"I love you too, Miley." You smiled before kissing me.
--
Two months later
We were lying on your bed, in silence.
It was a comfortable silence though.
As we lay there, something came into my mind.
"Tom?" I asked biting my lip.
"Hmm?" You muttered, preoccupied with a piece of my hair.
"Who was it that you slept with?" I asked and you froze completely.
"I think you at least owe me that..." I said quietly.
You nodded, but your face paled.
You were going to tell me.
Tell me the girl who ruined our life two years ago.
You took a deep breath before speaking their name.
"Danny."

Standalone Two -- Kiss Me

Kiss Me


You're an interesting one, you are, Harry Judd.
You were always a big jokester.
Loved playing pranks on people.
You did it so much, it was hard to tell when you weren't.
But you also had this way.
If you set your mind on something, you weren't giving up on it.
--
Flashback - December 15, 2007
"Anna... You know I'm going to find you eventually.
And if I don't, the guys will be home soon.
They will help me find you."
You threatened, wandering around the house in attempt to find me.
"Well, well. The Harry Judd needs help to find me.
Whatever happened to, 'I am the Harry Judd. I can do anything!'?"
I questioned in a dramatic voice as I stepped out of my hiding place,
just a few feet in front of you.
"It got you out of your hiding place, didn't it?"
You smirked taking a step towards me.
"Yeah, yeah. You just don't want to admit defeat."
I said slowly backing away from you.
"Start running." You warned.
"Already one step ahead of you dude." I said from the end of the hall,
where I had just ran to.
Within seconds you had started running towards me, causing me to take off in the opposite direction.
"Anna! You know I'm a faster runner than you! I'm going to catch up to you!"
You yelled and I could just hear the grin in your voice.
I looked behind me to see just a few feet between us, before taking off into the living room.
As I arrived in the living room, I heard your feet stop pounding against the floor,
signaling that you had stopped running.
You knew I was trapped. S***.
I looked around the room trying to find anyway out. None.
"There's no easy way out." You voice rang out through the room.
I turned around to see you smirking and leaning up against the doorway.
"Remind me to talk to Tom about this problem." I sighed as you walked into the room with an evil grin.
I shuffled back and forth on my feet debating ways to get away,
none of them looked as though they would work.
You grinned wider as you stepped closer to me.
I took a change and tried to run past you. No luck.
Within seconds you had pinned me to the sofa, tickling me.
"Harry! Stop!" I yelled out breathlessly from laughing.
You froze and grinned down at me.
"You're cheesy." I stated after a few moments of silence.
You looked down at me confused.
"Quoting your own songs, how unoriginal."
I continued smirking, as you got an offended look on your face.
"Take it back." You threatened, glaring down at me.
"Hmm.. Nah, I'd rather not." I said grinning after pretending to think about it.
"fine, your problem." You spoke before starting to tickle me again.
After a few minutes, I gave in.
"Fine! I take it back!" I called out gasping for breath.
"Thank you. That's all I wanted."
You said smirking as you stopped tickling me.
We stayed there for a few minutes, before I cracked a smile, amused.
"You know you can get off now, right?" I questioned grinning.
Your face held no emotion as you leaned down until our faces were just centimeters apart.
"Kiss me." You said quietly.
I stared at you, taken back by what you had just said,
for a few minutes before realising it was just another one of your jokes.
I rolled my eyes as I pushed you off of me.
"Shove off." I said jokingly as I stood up and walked out.
--
Flashback - January 14, 2008
"Anna! Can you come up here for a minute?"
You yelled from upstairs. Tom, Dougie and I were downstairs eating dinner.
Tom and Dougie exchanged glances before turning to me and smirking, mirroring each other.
"Yeah, that's not freaky at all." I muttered before standing up and walking upstairs.
I got up the stairs and thought you were maybe in the music room, so I headed for that room.
As I passed your room, something grabbed my arm and pulled me into your room.
I heard the door close before feeling myself pushed up against the door.
I came face to face with you.
You were breathing hard, as if you had just run a mile.
"Uh, hey..." I muttered as our faces were only inches away.
You bit your lip and looked deep in though.
We stood there for a few minutes before you seemed to come back from your own world.
"Kiss me." You said... well more of demanded.
I shoved you away before opening the door and walking out.
--
Flashback - February 23, 2008
"So, any lady friends at the moment for you boys?"
The interviewer, Liza, asked. She always ticked me off,
all that fake happiness. How much can one single person have?
"How about you, Tom?" Liza questioned.
Tom got that cheesy grin on, just like every time his girlfriend, Miley, came into his mind.
"Well, me and Miley are still together, really happy."
Tom said before going off into his own world, daydreaming about Miley.
"Aw, that's sweet." Liza commented.
Liar. Like she really gave a crap.
"How about you, Daniel?" Danny winced, he hated people calling him by his full name.
Almost as much as I hated Liza.
"Uh, well, as I'm sure you've heard, Madison and I broke up last week."Danny answered sadly.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Liza said patting his arm.
Psh, sorry my butt.
Danny shrugged her off and she moved on to Dougie.
"So, how's things with the ladies, Doug?"
Liza asked and I couldn't help but laugh as Dougie glared at her.
He didn't like anyone but friends calling him 'Doug'.
"Most single dude in.. Uh..." Dougie trailed off sheepishly.
"Long, Doug, you know, the place you live?" Tom said sighing and placing his head in his hands.
"Yeah! Most single dude in London! So, you know, if you ladies wanna..."
Dougie said before nodding his head suggestively.
Liza laughed, fakely, as Danny smacked Dougie in the back of the head.
"You can't say that on television you idiot!" Tom said rolling his eyes.
"I didn't say anything." Dougie smirked.
"Yeah, but you implied it!" Tom said and Dougie grinned sheepishly.
"Right, and how about you, Harry?" Liza said rolling her eyes at Tom and Dougie's conversation.
"Um... Well there's this one girl... But I don't think she sees me that way..."
You said keeping your eyes on the floor.
Well, that's surprising.
I hadn't heard you say anything about any girls, and you always told me.
Usually more than I wanted to know.
I was off in my own world for the rest of your interview and next thing I knew,
you and the guys were standing in front of me.
"Hey, can I talk to you?" You asked and I nodded standing up.
"We'll meet you at the car." Tom said dragging Danny and Dougie outside.
You grabbed my hand and pulled me back to your dressing room.
"Listen, Anna..." You said turning me to face you once we were in your dressing room.
You pulled me towards you, until our faces were nearly touching.
Then I knew, you and your stupid jokes again.
"Kiss me." You said, you sounded as if you were begging.
I pulled out of your grasp and walked backwards to the door.
"You're f***ing mad. You and your stupid jokes." I said before walking out... again.
--
March 8, 2008
I was walking up to Dougie's room when I heard your voice coming from Tom's room.
I knew it was wrong to listen in, but since when did that ever stop me?
"Tom... I don't know anymore. I like her. So f***ing much.
Hell, I love her. She thinks it's a joke. God, I wish it was...
I don't know when I started feeling this way for Anna.
But she's my best friend, I've already ruined it with her.
She hasn't talked to me in two weeks. Two weeks, Tom!
I risked our friendship because of these stupid feelings,
and she thought it was a joke."
You said causing me to stop completely.
Then I realised.
I was the girl you were talking about in the interview.
It wasn't a joke, you really felt that way.
Then I knew, I felt the same way towards you.
But how could I even tell you?
My question was soon answered when you stumbled out of Tom's room.
You saw me standing there and froze.
I stepped forward until we were centimeters apart.
"Kiss me." I said smiling slightly.
You didn't need to be told twice.

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance.
Silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.

Standalonee.

So.
I wrote a standalone just now.
Yeah, it sucks.
Yeah, I don't care.
It's on a McFly site, so hence, it's a McFly fic.
Oh get over it and read.
Tell me if it's any good.
I personally think it's horrid.
But meh, what do I know?

Some Say
When I met you, everyone always told me how you would hurt me.
Saying how the infamous musician would never be able to cause anything but hurt.
Funny how things turned out, isn't it?
It was never you who hurt me.
It was always me who hurt you.
Every time I made one of those stupid decisions, you would sit back and take the hurt.
You said you never cared how much I hurt you, as long as you never hurt me.
I never expected you to take it after all that time.
But you always did.
Some things don't change.

"Hannah! I'm home!" You yelled running through the front door.
You had been on tour, for four months.
Four months is a long time.
A lot can happen in four months, you know.
Guess you never thought that much could.
"Hannah? Babe, you home?" You called out walking into our bedroom.
I didn't even glance up from my course work.
I knew you'd find me eventually.
"Oh, hey. I thought you had gone out." You said sitting down next to me.
"Nope." I muttered, not really caring if you were there or not.
"Well I'm loving the welcome back I get." You muttered sarcastically before getting up.
"What do you want me to say? You've been gone for four months. Four months, Danny."
You froze on your way out of the room.
"You know this is my job, I can't just drop it, as much as I'd like to sometimes."
Your voice held no emotion.
Just like me, no emotion.
"You think I don't know that? I get that you have your job. Happy joy, you have a job."
I yelled standing up. I was sick of this, I wanted you to get mad.
I wanted you to yell. I wanted you to throw something. Anything.
I was so tired of you sitting there and taking my crap.
It was what everyone in my life had done.
Sat back and watched. A little input here, a little input there.
But other than that, nothing.
We stood there for a long time, a very long time, just staring at each other.
Then you decided to walk away.
"Fine, walk away." I yelled at your retreating back.
"What is wrong with you, Hannah? You've never been this way. Usually you welcome me back.
Today you didn't even acknowledge me. What did I do to you, to have you mad at me?
I take your crap, even if it hurts me. You yell at me, I don't yell back. I take it. Even when you hurt me."
You said quietly. I could tell by the way you said it, you didn't mean it.
You always had this way, that if something was bothering you, you would confront it.
I knew then one of the guys put this in your head.
Even though it was true, you didn't believe it.
You didn't want to believe it.
"Lemme guess... Tom?"
I spoke, waiting for your response.
You slowly shook your head.
"Right.. Then it was Harry."
You nodded.
"Well I guess then you should listen to Harry. I know I hurt you.
It's my way. I can't accept other people hurting me, but it's all I do.
Cause hurt. It's all I'll ever do. I won't change."
You stared at me, speechless.
Then it hit you, it was true.
You knew we couldn't carry on that way.
But you didn't care. You just wanted to be together.
I packed my things, and you stood there in silence.
"Hannah. Don't go."
You begged as I was about to walk out the door.
I slowly shook my head.
"Danny, you know this isn't going to work.
I can't change, it's too late.
Find someone, who's better than me.
It won't be that hard."
I said before walking out that door for the last time.
Some things will never change.
No matter what anyone says.

Seems like everything we knew.
Turned out were never even true.
Don't trust, things will never change.
You must be dreaming.

Presidents and Dictators

My dad was watching tv, so I walk in.
Guess who's on tv?
Mr. Bush himself.
Realised a few things.
One of them being, he was talking about Cuba's dictator.
Dictator.
Just hearing that word makes you think 'Yeah, somethings a bit off there.'
So I decided to look up 'dictator' on dictionary, just to see the meaning that comes up.

DICTATOR: eɪtər, dɪkˈteɪtər/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciati

1.	a person exercising absolute power, esp. a ruler who has absolute, unrestricted control in a government without hereditary succession.

2.	(in ancient Rome) a person invested with supreme authority during a crisis, the regular magistracy being subordinated to him until the crisis was met.

3.	a person who authoritatively prescribes conduct, usage, etc.: a dictator of fashion.

4.	a person who dictates, as to a secretary.

Right, so I'm thinking its talkin bout the first one.
How wrong does that sound?
"A person exercising absolute power"
"A ruler who has absolute, unrestricted control"
Yeah, somethings a bit sketchy there.

Oh right, the other thing I realised.
Our president, yeah, he looks like a right chimpanzee.

Rain and tornados.

You know, I quite like the rain.
Very... fun.
Until the tornados come.
Even though I'd love to see a tornado, I'd rather not see it near my house.
Now if it was out in the middle of Ohio, heck yeah.
(Where the heck did Ohio come from? o.O)
Whatever.
Just not something I wanna see at my house.
That could be quite... disastrous.
But at the moment, we're in a HUGEEEE storm.
And all we're getting so far is a bit of thunder and lots of rain.
Which is fine by me.
At my grandma's town though, she had a tornado touch down.
Damage it did.
So hopefully we won't get any here.
If we do.
Sweet.
If we don't.
Sweet.
It's a win-win situation you see.
But ah well.
We probably won't have tornados.
Which is great. And it sucks.
And I'm probably the only person who would be all,
"OH MY GOSH! IT'S A TORNADO! ... awweeesoommee."
While the rest of the world is all,
"OH MY GOSH! IT'S A TORNADO! ... RUN FOR SHELTER! FIND A DITCH! JUMP IN IT!"
Yeah man.

Poem

'Ello.
I wrote a poem today.
And decided to put it on here.
Any good?

Mirrors

Look around at all the broken mirrors.
Mirrors of hearts.
That were tore apart.
Mirrors of minds.
That came unbind.
Mirrors of life.
Cut out with a knife.
Mirrors of death.
There goes their breath.
All unfurled,
Mirrors of the world.

Wow.. I haveth no life.

Well I got a new layout.
Thank you Vick :]

Vick got a blog. Right there >>
Another Girl, Another Planet.
Checketh it out.

And.
It's 11pm.
And I'm bored.
So what do I do?
This>>














Yeah man.
I haveth no life.

Presidents, Black History Month and randomness...

Ohhhh.
I'VE GOT FIRE!^^
Yesh, aren't you jealous?
You know you are.
Don't deny it.
I SAID DON'T DENY IT!
Don't make me get out the popsicle sticks.

Right.... Moving on.
So who are you people going for for president?
I can honestly say I have no idea.
Cos if we have like Obama or Clinton,
Clinton's a chick.
And Obama is african-american.[right? Gah these things confuse me.]
So either way it'd be something different.
And they will probably be, Clinton all for women's rights, and Obama all for african-american rights.
And then there's Huckabee.
And I'm convinced he won't win.
Cos he has a weird name.
Yup, that's my excuse.
Cos I mean honestly? We've had Bush, we've had... other weird ones. Like... crap.
HOOVER!
Yeah, I mean, he had the same name as a vacuum.
But I still have no idea who I'm going for... as well.. I don't know any of the others.

Though another thing that's sorta funny to me.
You know how african-american's[NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE READING THIS!] are all 'we need to be equal with white people, blah blah blah'?
Well, I honestly don't know anyone who doesn't consider them equal.
I mean, do they honestly think people are going to consider them equal easier if they are all "Black History Month!" And all this other junk like holidays for them, or meetings or stuff.
Yet, if we had a month labeled "White History Month" we'd be considered racist.
Odd how this world works out.

And now that I am ending this post.
I just wanna say.
I am in no bit racist.
And I hope I don't sound as if I am. :/

Welcome... future minions?

Heylo Earthlings.
Well... welcome to my lair.
I'm currently accepting applications for minions.
...
Right, that was a joke... Or was it?
Nah, kidding, it was.
...
But if you wanna be my minion... Feel free.

And now I shall move on from my... current state of psychoticness.
So, my friend made a blog on here, she told me, I made a blog, now I post.
And now that I have painted you a picture.
It's time to fill in the colours.
I'm Jordan, by most people.
Although some call me by other things.
Some may be appropiate to list, some on the other hand... are not. :]
But yeah, I'll be blogging on here.
So if you wanna read the writings of a person... Then you are most definitely in the wrong place.
Although if you want to read the writings of a... thing that will most likely scar you for life,
Welcome.