I'm a very loud person (as I have said before) and by 'loud' I mean, I'm not scared to say anything. Whatever comes to mind (whether it's rude or smartass-y or just flat out random) I will say it. Sometimes I don't, sometimes I do. There's no reason to be scared to say things. As long as you mean them and you can back it up - go right ahead! I love talking. I can't get enough of talking. Which is funny - I HATE the sound of my voice.
When I'm out with friends or at school, I'm loud and rowdy and I say everything and anything. I'm the girl that people go to to get a guy's number.
True story! Last year, a group that I'm in took a trip to the nearest college town and we went to eat at Micky D's. There was a relatively cute guy there and one of the girls in my group thought so. She wanted his number, naturally. But the girl and all her friends are naturally too shy to ask anyone anything. So they asked me to. And I did. And I got a wink out of it. And an apple pie.
In my Geometry class, I always have some random comment to say. Throughout the day, I say random things loudly and randomly. And I yell a lot. Without meaning too, I yell. I catch myself sometimes and calm down, but usually someone is telling me to hush.
A result of all this loud talking and yelling - I come home and my throat is sore. So, i don't talk a lot after I get home because my throat is rather scratchy. And it sucks.
Okay, I just lost my train of thought. O_o
WHOO. Homework. V_V
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Government? Ew.
What's the point of learning about our Nation's Government in high school? It's so pointless and stupid. Why should we have to know this bull shit? It's nothing but a bunch of old laws and papers and dead men.
I hear this daily. And everytime I hear it, my insides turn just a bit. It's not the most exciting subject ever, yes. But it is something we, as American citizens, have a right to know about. And we should know it. I do believe we should study it. And thoroughly.
Maybe this is because I wish that one day I'll be working for the government. Yes, that is right. I, Landry, wish to work for the United States Government. In the education department. (For the ones going, "Huhhh?" I want to be a teacher.) I do believe it is my right to know about how the government works, especially if I'll be working for it one day.
It's probably one of my best subjects. Up there with Home Ec. and English. Know what all these classes have in common? The teachers love me. ^_^ lol A little suck up moment for the night.
That's my random thought of the day. Sorry that you're dissapointed, I haven't been in a very write-y kind of mood lately.
I have a mega-Monster. Eat it.
I hear this daily. And everytime I hear it, my insides turn just a bit. It's not the most exciting subject ever, yes. But it is something we, as American citizens, have a right to know about. And we should know it. I do believe we should study it. And thoroughly.
Maybe this is because I wish that one day I'll be working for the government. Yes, that is right. I, Landry, wish to work for the United States Government. In the education department. (For the ones going, "Huhhh?" I want to be a teacher.) I do believe it is my right to know about how the government works, especially if I'll be working for it one day.
It's probably one of my best subjects. Up there with Home Ec. and English. Know what all these classes have in common? The teachers love me. ^_^ lol A little suck up moment for the night.
That's my random thought of the day. Sorry that you're dissapointed, I haven't been in a very write-y kind of mood lately.
I have a mega-Monster. Eat it.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
High school is not prison...
I'm a sophomore in high school. It's not as grand and amazing as people and the media make it out to be. Nor is it as dreadful and awful. (Where do people get these wild ideas?) Just the last four years of school with the kids you've known since the day you started saying your ABC's. It's the government telling you to start preparing your long-winded goodbyes because once that diploma is in your hand, you're expected to be something and be great at that something. Doesn't always work out that way, but it happens.
I've been told (and I hear people being told this all the time) that high school is the best four years of your life. Bull shit. What about the years as a mother? Or a father? Or the years spent doing something you love? How are THOSE not the best years of your life? How about the first four years of your life where you were learning as much as possible everyday and didn't have to take care of yourself?
People that say that high school is the best years of your life didn't have a very good life. They either had a horrid childhood or they didn't appreciate it and once they were out of high school, they didn't meet their dreams and figured that's how life is. High school was THEIR best years.
High school may be fun for a while and should help you for the future, but there's no way in Hell that they're the best years. I can't see that happening. Even if I get out of here and become homeless, I may miss high school and living with my parents, but they sure as Hell won't be the best years.
This blog keeps drawing me back to it....
I've been told (and I hear people being told this all the time) that high school is the best four years of your life. Bull shit. What about the years as a mother? Or a father? Or the years spent doing something you love? How are THOSE not the best years of your life? How about the first four years of your life where you were learning as much as possible everyday and didn't have to take care of yourself?
People that say that high school is the best years of your life didn't have a very good life. They either had a horrid childhood or they didn't appreciate it and once they were out of high school, they didn't meet their dreams and figured that's how life is. High school was THEIR best years.
High school may be fun for a while and should help you for the future, but there's no way in Hell that they're the best years. I can't see that happening. Even if I get out of here and become homeless, I may miss high school and living with my parents, but they sure as Hell won't be the best years.
This blog keeps drawing me back to it....
I'm not a pet, do not give me a petname.
I've never been a big fan of petnames. Before I go on, let me say this. There is a difference between 'petname' and 'nickname' alright? Nickname is something random that you and only you go by. I have quite a few nicknames. Such as; Laundry. Dougie. Doug. Plum. Larry (family nickname.) But there are very few people that call me by a pet name. My parents and my boyfriend. (Yes, ladies and gents, I do have a boyfriend.) Other than that, don't you even think about calling me sweetie, honey, sugar, baby.
Why?
A) You do not put me in your tea so you can drink it.
B) I'm not your baby, you do not and have not raised me.
C) If you're saying it in a condescending way, well, that alone makes you a failure.
I hate petnames. If you're going to call me something, I have a first name. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's why we all have names. Hi, my name is Landry. You may call me Landry. Not baby, not sweetie, not sugar. Or any variation of a cutesy petname. Are you my parent and/or guardian? No? How about my significant other? No? Then shut up. Do not call me that.
And if you're calling me that because you forgot me name, just fess up and we can laugh and move on. But if you're saying that to show that you're superior or... whatever, good luck with that! There are very few people in this world that I find to be superior than me. You're probably not one of them.
Let's keep this in mind, shall we?
Condescending people get smartass comments. And these aren't normal smartass comments, these are smartass comments coming from me. Just a tad bit more insultive.
Now, if you'll excuse me, baby, I have a horror movie to watch.
(And a boy to text. ^_^)
Why?
A) You do not put me in your tea so you can drink it.
B) I'm not your baby, you do not and have not raised me.
C) If you're saying it in a condescending way, well, that alone makes you a failure.
I hate petnames. If you're going to call me something, I have a first name. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's why we all have names. Hi, my name is Landry. You may call me Landry. Not baby, not sweetie, not sugar. Or any variation of a cutesy petname. Are you my parent and/or guardian? No? How about my significant other? No? Then shut up. Do not call me that.
And if you're calling me that because you forgot me name, just fess up and we can laugh and move on. But if you're saying that to show that you're superior or... whatever, good luck with that! There are very few people in this world that I find to be superior than me. You're probably not one of them.
Let's keep this in mind, shall we?
Condescending people get smartass comments. And these aren't normal smartass comments, these are smartass comments coming from me. Just a tad bit more insultive.
Now, if you'll excuse me, baby, I have a horror movie to watch.
(And a boy to text. ^_^)
Cough. Cough. Cough.
So, I'm kind of sick. And I'm not feeling 100%.
I'm feeling hella better than what I was feeling, thanks to the meds my mom gave me. And hopefully I'll be better by Monday since it's only Saturday. Maybe I'll be better, maybe not. But I really do not want to miss school.
I don't have a lot to say lately. Lucky me. Usually when I don't have a way to speak my mind - I have a lot to say. But once I have a way to speak - I lose everything. Isn't that how it works? You have so much to say and so much to express, yet when you get the chance all is gone? It happens, right? Or am I the only one?
I have a lot of interests that are completely different from what other people like. I don't seek out things that are different, most of the time. I just see something about it and go with it. (Usually it's History Channel, Discovery Channel, an old article, something an elderly person said, or in a book I read.) I have random obsessions every once in a while that I throw my mind into and try to learn as much about it as possible.
One of my more recent ones was Russian prison tats. My mother and I watched something over it on the History channel. It was very interesting. I got on the computer after the show was over and looked up different tattoos and what they meant. (If someone in Russia has a prison tattoo of a rose, it means they celebrated a teenaged birthday in The Zone (prison))
My mother is one of the most important people in my life. She's influenced me tremendously. She's extremely intelligent. And I don't care what anyone says - My mother is the smartest woman I know. I know a lot of children are made to believe that so they respect their parents. And the phrase, "Mother knows all" is another way to get them to respect their mother. But this is not the case with my mom. She's had a hard life - the kind of life that would be a perfect excuse to be psycho and not have to put up with life at all. She didn't let that happen. She turned her life around and learned as much as she could from what had happened.
Ask her a random question and she'll probably know the answer. And if she doesn't know that answer, she will. (We're a bunch of nerds, can you tell?) My mother has random obsessions, like I do. Her 'main obsession' is cell phones. She is Queen Cell Phone Junky. Whenever the US Cellular store here in town gets a new phones - she's all over that crap. Then she finds the glitch, sells it for more than she paid, and goes back to an old phone. She's had 37 (probably 40 now) cell phones since she started using cell phones. Lost money on only two of them. (I think two.)
I know, I went into a completely different story but there is a point. I'm a lot like my mother - I love to learn! There's a lot of things in this world that I want to learn about, and I know I will. Even once I'm out of college, I can still see myself signing up for classes on pottery or painting or dancing or SOMETHING. While I'm teaching high school, I can see myself doing homework myself. And maybe you see that as wasting money, I see it as spending money to make my life richer.
Random facts are awesome. I love having something random to say at all times. Something that makes people question life and make them think. It's pretty awesome.
Yeah, I'm done for now. I may write something else. I don't know..
Red Mt. Dew!
I'm feeling hella better than what I was feeling, thanks to the meds my mom gave me. And hopefully I'll be better by Monday since it's only Saturday. Maybe I'll be better, maybe not. But I really do not want to miss school.
I don't have a lot to say lately. Lucky me. Usually when I don't have a way to speak my mind - I have a lot to say. But once I have a way to speak - I lose everything. Isn't that how it works? You have so much to say and so much to express, yet when you get the chance all is gone? It happens, right? Or am I the only one?
I have a lot of interests that are completely different from what other people like. I don't seek out things that are different, most of the time. I just see something about it and go with it. (Usually it's History Channel, Discovery Channel, an old article, something an elderly person said, or in a book I read.) I have random obsessions every once in a while that I throw my mind into and try to learn as much about it as possible.
One of my more recent ones was Russian prison tats. My mother and I watched something over it on the History channel. It was very interesting. I got on the computer after the show was over and looked up different tattoos and what they meant. (If someone in Russia has a prison tattoo of a rose, it means they celebrated a teenaged birthday in The Zone (prison))
My mother is one of the most important people in my life. She's influenced me tremendously. She's extremely intelligent. And I don't care what anyone says - My mother is the smartest woman I know. I know a lot of children are made to believe that so they respect their parents. And the phrase, "Mother knows all" is another way to get them to respect their mother. But this is not the case with my mom. She's had a hard life - the kind of life that would be a perfect excuse to be psycho and not have to put up with life at all. She didn't let that happen. She turned her life around and learned as much as she could from what had happened.
Ask her a random question and she'll probably know the answer. And if she doesn't know that answer, she will. (We're a bunch of nerds, can you tell?) My mother has random obsessions, like I do. Her 'main obsession' is cell phones. She is Queen Cell Phone Junky. Whenever the US Cellular store here in town gets a new phones - she's all over that crap. Then she finds the glitch, sells it for more than she paid, and goes back to an old phone. She's had 37 (probably 40 now) cell phones since she started using cell phones. Lost money on only two of them. (I think two.)
I know, I went into a completely different story but there is a point. I'm a lot like my mother - I love to learn! There's a lot of things in this world that I want to learn about, and I know I will. Even once I'm out of college, I can still see myself signing up for classes on pottery or painting or dancing or SOMETHING. While I'm teaching high school, I can see myself doing homework myself. And maybe you see that as wasting money, I see it as spending money to make my life richer.
Random facts are awesome. I love having something random to say at all times. Something that makes people question life and make them think. It's pretty awesome.
Yeah, I'm done for now. I may write something else. I don't know..
Red Mt. Dew!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
How am I being raised?!
You know what? I have two of the best parents in the world. Honestly. They have both been through a lot and know how life goes. I am a teenager, thus we do have our differences. But there are some people in our lives that think they're better parents.
And I am not scared to say this straight up - Shut up! You're not a better parent and your children have not/are not being raised better then my siblings and I. Just because I'm being able to expierence life a bit more then YOU would like me too doesn't mean I'll follow the same path my mom did.
Why? Because I have LOVE from my parents. LOVE.
L.O.V.E.
Love.
Love is a pretty strong thing, if you didn't know that. Which, you probably don't. Just saying.
And, guess what, I have AMBITIONS. I KNOW where I want to go in life, I KNOW what I want to do, and, here's the kicker, I WILL GET THERE. If someone is going to try to stop me, well screw them. They're not that important to me. (Unless it's like a child, then I can't turn them down, but I don't plan on having a child any time soon.)
Let me spell it out to you THIS way:
I WILL GET OUT OF THIS HELL HOLE.
Will.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
I will go to college. I will get my degree and whatever else I need. I will travel the world. I will become a teacher. I WILL write books. And there is absolutely no one and nothing in this world that will stop me.
Guess what! MY MOTHER taught me this. My mother taught me what ambitions are. Most mothers don't do that. Because, them theirselves, didn't have ambitiouns. I'm not crazy and I'm not wild. If you think that, then I'm sorry. You're sadly mistaken.
Oh, and by the way, it'd suck to be your daughter. ^_^
I'm dying my hair purple for Christmas.
And I am not scared to say this straight up - Shut up! You're not a better parent and your children have not/are not being raised better then my siblings and I. Just because I'm being able to expierence life a bit more then YOU would like me too doesn't mean I'll follow the same path my mom did.
Why? Because I have LOVE from my parents. LOVE.
L.O.V.E.
Love.
Love is a pretty strong thing, if you didn't know that. Which, you probably don't. Just saying.
And, guess what, I have AMBITIONS. I KNOW where I want to go in life, I KNOW what I want to do, and, here's the kicker, I WILL GET THERE. If someone is going to try to stop me, well screw them. They're not that important to me. (Unless it's like a child, then I can't turn them down, but I don't plan on having a child any time soon.)
Let me spell it out to you THIS way:
I WILL GET OUT OF THIS HELL HOLE.
Will.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
I will go to college. I will get my degree and whatever else I need. I will travel the world. I will become a teacher. I WILL write books. And there is absolutely no one and nothing in this world that will stop me.
Guess what! MY MOTHER taught me this. My mother taught me what ambitions are. Most mothers don't do that. Because, them theirselves, didn't have ambitiouns. I'm not crazy and I'm not wild. If you think that, then I'm sorry. You're sadly mistaken.
Oh, and by the way, it'd suck to be your daughter. ^_^
I'm dying my hair purple for Christmas.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Oh, the joys of weekends.
At school, the girl's and boy's base/softball teams have been in OKC for the State Games, or whatever you call them. I don't give a flying (word) thus, I don't know (French) shit about it. So, school has been pretty non-existant the last two weeks. Three day school weeks and four day weekends. If you're not careful, you could make this your routine and dread the next week of school....
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.....Needless, to say, I was not careful.. >_>
I'm really not looking forward to school this next week (I have a four day weekend again) it'll be a whole week. I may get sick... *cough* XD
I'm not like most teenagers. I know, all kids say that. Shut up. But, honestly, I'm not. I actually like school. No, I take that back, I LOVE school. I love to learn. I love the people. I love having to make my own descisions and just be ME. Learning is so fun. I love to learn.
Why? Because learning helps us understand the world a little better. And, if we're living here, shouldn't we know whats going on? Shouldn't we understand it? Everything from maths to science to litature to... whatever! I want to take classes in everything, to better my mind and soul.
As we all know, writing is one of my passions. In fact, it's probably my only passion; everything else is just a hobby or something I absolutely adore. Writing influences most of the things in my life. Maybe it's not my 'writing' but maybe my creative mind. (I have a very active, very vivid imagination)
When I look at a random stranger, I see a book just waiting to be read. I love to meet new people and get to know them. Know everything about them. Learn from their past mistakes. And predict how they're going to come out in life. It takes a lot for me to not like someone. I have to know most things that has happened in their life and how they learned from that and how they let that effect them.
Children are blank pages, everybody they meet is contributing to their story. To their lives. Which is why I love children.
This is why I'm outgoing and just.. me. I love people. People love me. (Thankfully.)
This weekend is going to be pretty great. So, take all that I've said to mind and think. hahaha.
Alright, I'm sorry if this has a lot of grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes, I'm on the phone and I'm talking and typing at the same time. hahaha.
Red Bull is Chuck Norris urine. *nods*
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.....Needless, to say, I was not careful.. >_>
I'm really not looking forward to school this next week (I have a four day weekend again) it'll be a whole week. I may get sick... *cough* XD
I'm not like most teenagers. I know, all kids say that. Shut up. But, honestly, I'm not. I actually like school. No, I take that back, I LOVE school. I love to learn. I love the people. I love having to make my own descisions and just be ME. Learning is so fun. I love to learn.
Why? Because learning helps us understand the world a little better. And, if we're living here, shouldn't we know whats going on? Shouldn't we understand it? Everything from maths to science to litature to... whatever! I want to take classes in everything, to better my mind and soul.
As we all know, writing is one of my passions. In fact, it's probably my only passion; everything else is just a hobby or something I absolutely adore. Writing influences most of the things in my life. Maybe it's not my 'writing' but maybe my creative mind. (I have a very active, very vivid imagination)
When I look at a random stranger, I see a book just waiting to be read. I love to meet new people and get to know them. Know everything about them. Learn from their past mistakes. And predict how they're going to come out in life. It takes a lot for me to not like someone. I have to know most things that has happened in their life and how they learned from that and how they let that effect them.
Children are blank pages, everybody they meet is contributing to their story. To their lives. Which is why I love children.
This is why I'm outgoing and just.. me. I love people. People love me. (Thankfully.)
This weekend is going to be pretty great. So, take all that I've said to mind and think. hahaha.
Alright, I'm sorry if this has a lot of grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes, I'm on the phone and I'm talking and typing at the same time. hahaha.
Red Bull is Chuck Norris urine. *nods*
I don't have anything to say....
Surprisingly, I don't!
Lucky you, you get to read random things. For absolutely no reason. How many people are actually reading this crap? I don't know. I hope a lot of people, but if not, oh well.
I'm going to have a little spill about happiness. Yeah, yeah. I'm young and should always be happy. I have a good life, great family, great in school, awesome friend. Blahblahblah. But, guess what! That's not all that makes a person happy. Ohhh. How wrong am I?!
(By the way, about awesome friends. I have two friends, Michelle and Karr, they both drive and have their own money and all that good stuff. Last week, Michelle bought me a Monster. Yes, people, the most hyper girl in the world was given a Monster. Before breakfast! I was soooo freakin' hyper, it wasn't even funny. Okay, yeah it was. Then Karr, yesterday, bought me a Mt. Dew at lunch. I love my friends.)
Back to the main topic. Kinda. Happiness is that feeling you get when you can be told the most horrendous thing and still think all things are going to be okay with a genuine smile on your face. For some people it takes a lot to make them actually happy, others it doesn't take a lot. (Like me, buy me a candy bar and you'll be my favorite person ever.)
Most everyone deserves to be happy, honestly. Unless they're, you know, baby molesters and murderers. But thats different. No one should go through life feeling like (excuse my French) shit.
But that's just how I feel. I don't know about anyone else.
Just Landry's point of view.
By the way, Chuck Norris is my daddy. Beware.
Lucky you, you get to read random things. For absolutely no reason. How many people are actually reading this crap? I don't know. I hope a lot of people, but if not, oh well.
I'm going to have a little spill about happiness. Yeah, yeah. I'm young and should always be happy. I have a good life, great family, great in school, awesome friend. Blahblahblah. But, guess what! That's not all that makes a person happy. Ohhh. How wrong am I?!
(By the way, about awesome friends. I have two friends, Michelle and Karr, they both drive and have their own money and all that good stuff. Last week, Michelle bought me a Monster. Yes, people, the most hyper girl in the world was given a Monster. Before breakfast! I was soooo freakin' hyper, it wasn't even funny. Okay, yeah it was. Then Karr, yesterday, bought me a Mt. Dew at lunch. I love my friends.)
Back to the main topic. Kinda. Happiness is that feeling you get when you can be told the most horrendous thing and still think all things are going to be okay with a genuine smile on your face. For some people it takes a lot to make them actually happy, others it doesn't take a lot. (Like me, buy me a candy bar and you'll be my favorite person ever.)
Most everyone deserves to be happy, honestly. Unless they're, you know, baby molesters and murderers. But thats different. No one should go through life feeling like (excuse my French) shit.
But that's just how I feel. I don't know about anyone else.
Just Landry's point of view.
By the way, Chuck Norris is my daddy. Beware.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I'll never be good enough
Ah. What a wonderful phrase, right? Everyone says it at my age, right? And, guess what, it's true. No matter what anyone does - you'll never meet the standards everyone else wishes you'd meet. Maybe it's family, maybe it's not. Maybe it's just everyone around you.
For me its; No one likes what I like. Everyone looks down on my music, what I read, how I dress, what I say, how I am. And, honestly? I don't care. Yes, I like that freaky music that makes most people cover their ears and ask who is killing the cat. Yes, I read books about dead people. Yes, I love black and chains. Oh! And I do like saying random things. What's the point of living if I can't live FOR ME? (Well, you know, I live for God, as well. But that's beside the point.)
I never really let it get to me, you know? I don't care if you think I'm weird or screwed up in the head. Why? Because opinions don't matter to me. There's... *counts on fingers* two or three people in my life that I actually care what they think. Do I let their thoughts affect me? Only two of them. My parents. But that's because they're a mjaor role in my life and do have the right to effect what I do and how I do it. That's fine.
So, go on and on and on about all the crap you'd like to gripe about. But, keep in mind, I don't care. I honestly don't. Tell me what to do, if you get a short laugh and a, "Yeah, sure." then you'll know your job was successful and you got through to me. (Ohhh. Can yah feel the sarcasm?)
I'll never be good enough for you, I know. I'll always do something you wish I didn't do. That's cool. Because as long as my parents approve, what do you matter? Exactly. You don't.
OH! And Heaven Forbid I like things a bit different from the normal crap in life.
Ohh...
Burnt pizza.
For me its; No one likes what I like. Everyone looks down on my music, what I read, how I dress, what I say, how I am. And, honestly? I don't care. Yes, I like that freaky music that makes most people cover their ears and ask who is killing the cat. Yes, I read books about dead people. Yes, I love black and chains. Oh! And I do like saying random things. What's the point of living if I can't live FOR ME? (Well, you know, I live for God, as well. But that's beside the point.)
I never really let it get to me, you know? I don't care if you think I'm weird or screwed up in the head. Why? Because opinions don't matter to me. There's... *counts on fingers* two or three people in my life that I actually care what they think. Do I let their thoughts affect me? Only two of them. My parents. But that's because they're a mjaor role in my life and do have the right to effect what I do and how I do it. That's fine.
So, go on and on and on about all the crap you'd like to gripe about. But, keep in mind, I don't care. I honestly don't. Tell me what to do, if you get a short laugh and a, "Yeah, sure." then you'll know your job was successful and you got through to me. (Ohhh. Can yah feel the sarcasm?)
I'll never be good enough for you, I know. I'll always do something you wish I didn't do. That's cool. Because as long as my parents approve, what do you matter? Exactly. You don't.
OH! And Heaven Forbid I like things a bit different from the normal crap in life.
Ohh...
Burnt pizza.
Story time!
Told yah I'd post writing!!
I dropped the man’s body, sucked dry of his blood and no longer breathing. Another man disabled from touching another woman ever again. I smirked and nudged his face with the tip of my perfectly polished Stiletto. A dark chuckle found it’s way out of my mouth. I bent down to grab his wallet out of his back pocket, I opened the billfold to find his credit cards and his driver’s license, which told me he had lied about his name and age. I grabbed the two hundreds out of the pocket and stuck it down the front of my dress.
I began to walk away from the body, let the wild animals finish him off. As the cool wind blew my black hair forward, I began to feel the fresh, warm blood run through my body. Every inch of me came alive, the venom in my body became active and began to devour the red and white blood cells. I could feel my long black hair become livelier, my pale blue eyes were now filled with the venom and blood, making them look a pale violet.
More attractive to the human eye, more desirable. Every man’s eyes will fall on the tall, curvy, long-legged girl in a black cocktail dress and black Stilettos. Their eyes will be hypnotized by the way my hair bounces and cascades down my back. When I smile they’ll have to introduce their selves to me. And once they look into my eyes, they’re good as dead. Dead man walking.
Women will have to talk to me, at first to make sure I won’t steal their men. But once they hear that voice in the back of their mind that they could never compare, they want to know how to be like me. They want to befriend the friendly girl that they have seen their boyfriend, husband, or date looking at. Being my lover is a bad idea, being my friend is even a worse idea. Lovers just get two things: Sex and death. Friends get many more things, death is a blessing.
I started to hear the hum of soft music and people talking, laughing, having a merry time. A dark memory slowly places itself to the front of my mind, making me feel and see and hear that night that I will forget…
I dropped the man’s body, sucked dry of his blood and no longer breathing. Another man disabled from touching another woman ever again. I smirked and nudged his face with the tip of my perfectly polished Stiletto. A dark chuckle found it’s way out of my mouth. I bent down to grab his wallet out of his back pocket, I opened the billfold to find his credit cards and his driver’s license, which told me he had lied about his name and age. I grabbed the two hundreds out of the pocket and stuck it down the front of my dress.
I began to walk away from the body, let the wild animals finish him off. As the cool wind blew my black hair forward, I began to feel the fresh, warm blood run through my body. Every inch of me came alive, the venom in my body became active and began to devour the red and white blood cells. I could feel my long black hair become livelier, my pale blue eyes were now filled with the venom and blood, making them look a pale violet.
More attractive to the human eye, more desirable. Every man’s eyes will fall on the tall, curvy, long-legged girl in a black cocktail dress and black Stilettos. Their eyes will be hypnotized by the way my hair bounces and cascades down my back. When I smile they’ll have to introduce their selves to me. And once they look into my eyes, they’re good as dead. Dead man walking.
Women will have to talk to me, at first to make sure I won’t steal their men. But once they hear that voice in the back of their mind that they could never compare, they want to know how to be like me. They want to befriend the friendly girl that they have seen their boyfriend, husband, or date looking at. Being my lover is a bad idea, being my friend is even a worse idea. Lovers just get two things: Sex and death. Friends get many more things, death is a blessing.
I started to hear the hum of soft music and people talking, laughing, having a merry time. A dark memory slowly places itself to the front of my mind, making me feel and see and hear that night that I will forget…
Don't cry that it ended - Smile that it happened!
Yes, I do keep that in mind. Hence how I went from one guy (whom I had been with for over a year) to my new guy in just a matter of hours. That and I believe it was over wayyyy before I said anything. But, it happens.
Now if only all girls could understand the concept of, 'It happens, move on.' Like I'm queen of moving on, right? If you've known me longer then four months, you know I have a hard time of letting certain things go.
Okay, many people are oh-so curious as to why it ended, right?
Well, it all boils down to; I deserve to be happy all the time. Plain and simple. You may think otherwise, go ahead and do so. I don't give a flying.... Dang it, I still can't word things the way I'd like to. =/
Well, I have a bunch of random ideas as to what I'm going to post. In fact, I have a list going on. It's in my mind, but I still have a list. I may take the days journal entry in English and turn it into a post or I may just tell a random story of the day. Either way, you'll read something that'll either scare you, enlighten you, or make you piss the bed when you sleep tonight.
Oh... lol.
I just typed out a text, erased it and added more. As I began to type the original text out, the predictive text on my phone predicted all the right words. Up until the last one. Where it was supposed to say, "Out." It put, "Batman." So the text said, "We're just going to hang -Batman-." I feel like I'm going to Hell soon.....
FREE BATMAN!
Now if only all girls could understand the concept of, 'It happens, move on.' Like I'm queen of moving on, right? If you've known me longer then four months, you know I have a hard time of letting certain things go.
Okay, many people are oh-so curious as to why it ended, right?
Well, it all boils down to; I deserve to be happy all the time. Plain and simple. You may think otherwise, go ahead and do so. I don't give a flying.... Dang it, I still can't word things the way I'd like to. =/
Well, I have a bunch of random ideas as to what I'm going to post. In fact, I have a list going on. It's in my mind, but I still have a list. I may take the days journal entry in English and turn it into a post or I may just tell a random story of the day. Either way, you'll read something that'll either scare you, enlighten you, or make you piss the bed when you sleep tonight.
Oh... lol.
I just typed out a text, erased it and added more. As I began to type the original text out, the predictive text on my phone predicted all the right words. Up until the last one. Where it was supposed to say, "Out." It put, "Batman." So the text said, "We're just going to hang -Batman-." I feel like I'm going to Hell soon.....
FREE BATMAN!
A small explaination, aye?
Lets see here...
Most of you will know me by Landry, I'm just your typical fifteen year old girl. I have a big mouth and I talk non-stop. How I survived school for this long - I have no clue! It requires a lot of 'shhh' and 'Landry! Stop talking!'
So, you see, there's not enough room for MySpace and Facebook for me to just write. Whether it's story or poem or just to... speak. Yes, speak, which means I do have some things to say. I may not go too deep. I hate politics, religion is your own deal, abortion isn't on my mind, and I don't care enough to actually tell you the difference between Iraq and Iran. (Other than they're two seperate countries, which is more then most girls my age can tell you.) I may venture there, but it'll be a while and it'll be brief.
Like I said, I'm young, I'm loud, and, you may want to sit down for this one, I THINK. Yes, ladies and gents, I have a mind of my own! Mom stopped thinking for me a long time ago, the media makes me want to kill a puppy (by the way, I LOVE puppies) and my friends? Oh Lord, we don't agree on what shoes are the most appropriate, let alone how Obama is doing as president. (Oh know... Politics?! NO!)
Warning:
I'm very random. There's a very good chance that I'll stop in the middle of a sentence to tell you something that happened today. I'm also very sarcastic. Don't take all things I say seriously, you'll usually know when I'm being sarcastic and when I'm being serious. But, there's that rare occasion when someone doesn't know I'm very sarcastic and takes everything I say seriously. They get screwed over, yes. It happens.
My favorite phrases?
Eh. It happens.
Kay? Get over it.
AYE!
Want to know a little more about ME?
Landry.
15 years of breathing oxygen.
Writing freeeeek.
Book worm.
Music lover.
Owner of blue eyes.
Very nerdy.
Love to learn.
Don't like me? That's rad!
Yeah. Go do whatever you want now.
See yah, suckas!
Most of you will know me by Landry, I'm just your typical fifteen year old girl. I have a big mouth and I talk non-stop. How I survived school for this long - I have no clue! It requires a lot of 'shhh' and 'Landry! Stop talking!'
So, you see, there's not enough room for MySpace and Facebook for me to just write. Whether it's story or poem or just to... speak. Yes, speak, which means I do have some things to say. I may not go too deep. I hate politics, religion is your own deal, abortion isn't on my mind, and I don't care enough to actually tell you the difference between Iraq and Iran. (Other than they're two seperate countries, which is more then most girls my age can tell you.) I may venture there, but it'll be a while and it'll be brief.
Like I said, I'm young, I'm loud, and, you may want to sit down for this one, I THINK. Yes, ladies and gents, I have a mind of my own! Mom stopped thinking for me a long time ago, the media makes me want to kill a puppy (by the way, I LOVE puppies) and my friends? Oh Lord, we don't agree on what shoes are the most appropriate, let alone how Obama is doing as president. (Oh know... Politics?! NO!)
Warning:
I'm very random. There's a very good chance that I'll stop in the middle of a sentence to tell you something that happened today. I'm also very sarcastic. Don't take all things I say seriously, you'll usually know when I'm being sarcastic and when I'm being serious. But, there's that rare occasion when someone doesn't know I'm very sarcastic and takes everything I say seriously. They get screwed over, yes. It happens.
My favorite phrases?
Eh. It happens.
Kay? Get over it.
AYE!
Want to know a little more about ME?
Landry.
15 years of breathing oxygen.
Writing freeeeek.
Book worm.
Music lover.
Owner of blue eyes.
Very nerdy.
Love to learn.
Don't like me? That's rad!
Yeah. Go do whatever you want now.
See yah, suckas!
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