First post in a whileeee.

This morning I got up painfully early for a Saturday, and went to go take a practice SAT subject test. Whoo. I loathe AP world history with such a passion.

Went to get a sandwich at Starbucks afterwards, then came home for a few hours before heading out to my friend Jessica's party. While it was not as amazing as her last one, fun times were had. We wrote a song with kazoos and a badly de-tuned acoustic guitar. Elias attacked her cat. A few minutes after Josh arrived, we started playing Guitar Hero because neither one of us has ever really tried before. We spent the next TWO HOURS playing this thing, while the party dissolved around us. By the time I left it was just me, Josh and three other guys sitting around watching us play. The game isn't even that exciting, and makes no sense, but it's just ADDICTIVE. Josh played the little japanese girl character. Hahaha.


Registered for classes next year. Can't believe I only have two years left before I graduate! I'm taking:
Pre-calc
Physics (SADFACE. I want to take forensics soo badly, but I need another year of 'real science' or whatever bs the school says)
English 3H
AP US History (I'm regretfully excited about this)
AP Art History (I'm super excited about this. Taking this with a bunch of my friends AND the guy I've had a crush on since middle school. Hahaha)
Marching band 1st sem/jazz band 2nd sem.


Jazz band is my favorite class ever. We're been working on improv lately, but this week we started practicing our charts. SO MUCH FUN. Played a 20 minute version of 'Night Train' yesterday. We have a show coming up next week, and even though we're still majorly unprepared, I AM SO PUMPED.


Okay, the end.

So, now I've been pretty strongly electrically shocked.

On Friday, at our annual youth group beach trip to Myrtle Beach, SC, in the hotel room, I was trying to turn the lamp on because there weren't any ceiling lights, and it was really dark. I failed to notice that the switch was on the wall, so I was trying to find it on the lamp. I touched something on the lamp, and it sends a really big shock up my right arm. It still feels weird, but it doesn't hurt and it isn't a strange color on my hand. Good.

No longer afraid of any carnival rides! Except giant rollercoasters. Went to a carnival on Saturday at Myrtle Beach, and rode that spinning thing that goes in circles really fast, and then it goes backwards and you feel like you're about to fall out, those giant swings that you end up almost completely horizontal at one point, a little kid ride that goes really slow in circles and you're in giant strawberries but you can spin around extremely fast, and a little kid car ride, and a little kid train ride that you could practically walk out of and we actually considered doing that because it was so slow, bumper cars [which I totally fail at driving. I can drive a car or a go-kart well, though.], and another spinning thing. [Very descriptive!] Then on the ferris wheel. Holly started talking about how it would be nice to be proposed to on a ferris wheel, and I got several pictures (around 15) of a beautiful sunset. Took them on a disposable camera, and haven't actually gotten to see them yet. One I particularly think will turn out well is of my friend Stuart looking at the sunset while we're near the top of the ferris wheel. I didn't originally intend to get her in in, but I didn't have much choice. It's nice, though.

And I just found out that I'm related to the prime minister and president of Poland. OHYEAH.

And today all these kids in science class were yay-ing when this animation of RNA linked together, because there was a sparkle after each one. (???) Then our teacher said "Ya'll are stupid." Allen replied "Whatt?" Then our teacher said "I didn't say anything." And then the whole class started laughing. Except Allen.

Ok, since September, I've been studying Health and Social Care at college. After my GCSEs were finished, I was panicking about what to do -carry on learning or work- because I'd put off thinking about it for months, mostly because I'd been quite ill for a few months and I didn't feel like I could cope with the stress of exams and finding a course or a job on top of having crippling headaches pretty much 24/7. There were a couple of Theatrical & Media Make Up and Performing Arts Production courses that I was interested in -I did Drama GCSE and for my exam I did the costumes and makeup for a play and loved it- but I just didn't think that getting a job in television or theatre as a makeup artist would ever happen for me. I'd always wondered about being a nurse or a midwife so I just picked Health and Social Care at the last minute, applied and got into college.

I'm nearly at the end of my first year of the course, and I've got to be honest, I hate it. Although I've made some amazing friends in my class, I dread going into it every day, it's just not what I want to do. I know that there's no way I'll push myself into completing the second year. I've been considering going for one of the courses I originally wanted, but I don't know. I just don't think that it's likely that I'll find a career as a makeup artist afterwards as it's a career that a lot of people are chasing after.

Decisions decisions.

The Creepy Painting..........

Hey guys. I'm Nils, and I'm one of the first people who 'volunteered' to this project, but because I'm a boring, lazy idiot, I haven't made a single post. Which sucks.

Back to me. I'm 14 years old and I live in northern Sweden. I've got a pretty strange family: my somewhat eccentric and flamboyant mother, my dull and boring father and my completely crazy little brother. We've got 2 dogs and 2 cats. About my friends.. I choose quality over quantity at any time. Even though I treasure my friends - not as much as they'd like me to, I'm afraid - I prefer being with myself. When I'm not at school I like to read, watch horror movies, write and/or read depressing poems, listen to music and whine about how miserable I am. I've got a quite broad music taste, but I detest most things played on MTV, perhaps the sole exception being AFI ;)


Me, my brother and our mom has been visiting my aunt, so we've been living at her place for 3 days. We decided to go home (by car, yuck) today, and on the way we stopped at.. hmm, a place where you can buy all kind of things like furniture, books, pet treats, notebooks, basically everything except food. I suppose it's kind of like Walmart, only smaller. And Swedish.
Anyway, I found a REALLY cool canvas painting at the store! It was freakin' awesome, and I was all like "OHMYGOD IT'S GONNA FIT PERFECTLY IN MY ROOM!!!1" so I bought it. Now, sitting here in the dark, I can see it staring at me. I'm creeped out. I do NOT want that thing in my house any more. I'm too afraid to look at it, I'm too afraid to take it down from the wall. I won't get many hours of sleep tonight.

Unfortunately I can't find a picture of it, so you'll have to go with this description:

Basically, the whole picture is a window. The windows belong to an old cottage, the colour of the walls have peeled off and the windows are so dirty, it's hard to make out what is behind them... The thing about the picture which gives me the creeps is what's in the window. A face of a young boy or girl. He or she has almost no hair, only a frill which covers his/hers forehead. Sorry for this somewhat messy and dull description, but that's the best I can tell without looking at it. It certainly has an unsettling feeling about it.

Cheers! ;)

Not like me

Haven't posted on here for a while. Didn't feel like writing at all.

But I got some inspiration to write, it's the evil thing called love.

I feel like a little girl who has first fallen in love. And this after only meeting the guy once. It's really not anything like me. I'm not someone who falls in love fast, or even things guys are handsome. Coming to love, I'm a pretty down-to-earth girl. Doesn't matter to me if I'm single or in a relationship, I'll enjoy life. But now.. I just met this guy. He's the best friend of a good friend of mine. I could get along with him from first moment and started counting down the days until I see him again..
I'll see him next weekend, I just heard


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PLEASE READ: Blog Updates

As some of you may have already noticed, a poll is now to the left of the posts. It's pretty self-explanatory.

Please vote and comment on this post with any specific ideas/other ideas.

DC? yes.

[NOTE - Authors, please try to post AT LEAST once a week. Some of you have never posted/only made one post. I'm definitely not mad at anyone, of course. Just saying.]

I got a bright yellow raincoat (like Paddington the bear) a few days ago and some kiddie shirts. I almost got a SpongeBob shirt, but we had to leave. I remember I had a SpongeBob shirt when I was five, and I loved it. I have awkwardly painted/colored nails right now. They're bright orange. yay.

I like to draw.
↑ My favorite ones are that Jade Puget sketch and the angel (pencil/colored pencil) I'm working on coloring digitally. There's quite a bit of stuff I drew a while back on there. I'll probably upload some newer stuff soon, some of which I'm actually kinda proud of.

Twitter!

Anyways, FREAKING WEIRD DREAMS. All the time. One I distinctly remember was when there were a bunch of "zombie-aliens" that looked like my friends and were in flying music notes that said "Weather Channel" on them. Also, not too long ago, I had a dream that a bunch of my friends and I were spending the night at my grandma's house for whatever reason, and there were, once again, zombie-aliens, and this time they were in a limousine. They were all wearing boldly-colored t-shirts with random phrases on them. We figured out that if we stopped running and screaming, they wouldn't chase us. So then we went to bed because they went away. Then we tried to lock all the doors and shut all the windows in case the zombies came back in the middle of the night. But the windows were computer screens. My friend and I couldn't close all the advertisements. (Hah. Windows. Word pun while sleeping.) Somehow in the same dream, a girl I don't really know that goes to my school became president. I don't really get how that tied in.

Then I remember having a dream about an ecstatic saber-toothed strawberry (???) when I was seven or eight. That was a subject of discussion amongst my friends and I for days. And a day or two ago, I had a dream that I was in college and I had a boyfriend with blue hair. I do not know of anyone with blue hair. Except Ashlynn, who rides my bus, but she's a girl and she no longer has blue hair. [And I had dark green hair in my dream. I do not plan to ever dye my hair that color.] He had beautiful eyes, which I cannot remember the color of. And several of my friends were in this dream. Cole could not stop laughing for whatever odd reason.

Dreams can be... interesting, for sure. I just got back from Washington DC. I bought sunglasses + a Chanel (knockoff, obviously) bag + glow in the dark Buddha < $40. Everything is really well made. So I'm happy. The things I took pictures of there were a tiger at the zoo, J.F. Kennedy's grave and a video of the eternal flame at Arlington Cemetary, a partially albino pigeon in the city, the president and I (long story), the Chinatown archway, the illuminated giant Chinatown fan in the subway station, a picture of a train pulling in that's pretty close, and a circular rainbow. Weird. But intriguing. I wish I'd taken more pictures at the zoo, but my dad forgot his camera battery (which had been charging) at the hotel. And now I just got an Indian bracelet that I got a few summers ago from my friend permanently attached to my ankle. So now whenever I walk, it makes a jingly noise. :D

I seriously need to shut up sometimes. (more like often.)

♥ Izzy

(little old ladys, dollars, and such!) POST PEOPLE!

We need more people to post their stories >.<

Come on everyone I know you have one or two freaky experiences!

For Instance I walked to the local library with my friends Katie and Jessica the other day. We had to get hamburger buns afterwards for dinner, so we went to Walgreen's after we left the library. We walked all around the store for a minute then gave up on looking for the buns. We waited on the ladies at the counter to quit their gabbing so we could ask. Once we figured out we'd walked past it twelve times we finally snatched up two packages of the buns. The thing was that after paying late fees for books at the library we were short about a dollar.
Jessica, Katie, and me all freaked out, We'd get so much crap from Katie's mom if we didn't get them. So I suggested we ask someone for a dollar. Katie and Jessica, both shy as flip, refused to. This left me, so I was screwed into it. I don't like people very much, but I am very good with people.

So I turned around and found my person. This elderly lady and her granddaughter where in the isle next to us. So I put on my sweet little girl face, fixed my jacket and went up to this complete stranger. "Excuse me ma'am, My sisters and me came to the store to buy hamburger buns for our mom, but we're short a dollar. I was wondering, if we could ma'am, may we please borrow a dollar?"
No crap. I said EXACTLY THAT. Oh my gosh I could've punched myself in the face. I waited for the old lady to get us kicked out, but that didn't happen. She chuckled at me a little, probably because of my Oscar worthy performance, and replied "A Dollar?"
"Yes ma'am" She got out her wallet and gave me a dollar. Oh my god this lady gave me a dollar! THERE ARE STILL KIND PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD! I turned to Katie and Jessica and held up the dollar. Katie's face was buried in the beef jerky and Jessica was trying to pull her out. I quickly spun back around to the lady, "Thank you so very much ma'am!" I heard Jessica say thank you and Katie mumbled something I think. We did it. We bought the buns. We felt amazing, realizing there still are good people in the world.

Anyway, people, please tell your tales, there are so many of us, why can't we all tell our little old lady stories?! This place would be filled with dollars, and candy, and that old lady scented powder, and those little packages of Kleenexes, and something fun for us all to laugh at.


Peace -
Alex {{maybe she just had pity on me for my sappy performance}} Lee





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Sham-wow! It's like beating a hooker, but not! :D

Prom

So I had prom on saturday night and I've gotta say going with no date isn't the most fun thing in the world, but I went with a good group of friends so I was pretty ok. I still didn't have too much fun though, there was too much on my mind. I just found out on thursday that someone who used to be a HUGE part of my life is moving to colorado (I live in GA so its a pretty long way away). My best friend won best-dressed which was exciting...i dont think everyone else felt the same way though....my group of friends were pretty much the only people cheering. 

I thought that I was the only person who had a crappy time at prom but it turns out a lot of people did. one of my good guy friends hated his date because she got drunk and started bawling her eyes out, and someone else's date got so drunk she puked all over the dance floor and her dress and the after party and told her parents when they came and picked her up that it was her date that "forced" her to drink and now he's grounded. oh well. moral of the story? prom sucks