Bring on the rain, bring on the thunder.

Well this is my first post on here. My name's Erica and I'm in the Despair Faction. I like drawing, friends, music, photography, writing, the beach, fashion and just living life. I may seem a little goofy but I know when to be serious. I'm drug free and freaking proud of it. Sure, I'm not perfect but then again, who is? I think I'm a pretty nice kid but if you don't agree then, meh, I'm sorry. So yeah. Thats me. Hi.

Well anywho, I really want to blog about the weather here in Florida. Yesterday I'm guessing it was about eighty five degrees. It felt more like a hundred. (I'm not exaggerating.)

Well, this morning I woke up to a dark, cold, cloudy thunderstorm. I really love that, I don't know why. We hadn't experienced a day like that in quite a while so until about 11:00 a.m. I was enjoying it until SUDDENLY THE SUN CAME OUT AND IT GOT BRIGHT. All I want is for it to be dark and cloudy all day for once!

Well, at least we have that a lot during the summer.

Peace out girl scout.

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~Erica

Shut Your Eyes and Burn the Past

I'm Michelle, from Long Island, sixteen, junior.

Something I'd like to really like to talk about is sharks. I want to study them for a living but that's so unrealistic. After swimming with them three times, I'm not dead. I still have all my limbs. Really. We kill 100 million per year. They're going to be gone before I finish college.

I have a boy on my mind right now. I never get crushes on people. It's so cute, I like the feeling of being smitten. He's amazingly sweet, funny as hell, and actually make an effort. The only real thing that I'm afraid of is the fact that he's had so many girlfriends in the past. I've had two boyfriends and those relationships have all lasted 6+ months. Yeah, it's high school, but I'm not down for those ridiculous one week flings.

I'm extremely cold toward certain people on the DF right now. From what I've seen over half of these people do not belong there. Yeah, okay, they're all hot. I get it. Leave your obsession at the door. Some of these people have never even heard Art of Drowning, save Days of the Phoenix. Sure, you may be young, but is that any excuse? I joined the DF right after I turned 12. It's not like you can't just go on limewire, or even youtube.

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AAAHH!!!!!!

So this is my, I guess, second post on Blogger, ever. Totally got this.

So, Hi, I'm Kelsey. I'm 14, live in the northwestern corner of Montana, and live on a farm. I'm a girl, no matter how much I look like a guy (and apperently, I look like a "cute/HAWT" guy, according to a group of girls in the movie theater...) =/

I like writing stories and reading. I have like, 5 horses, 3 cows that live at home with one on the way, a bunch of chickens, 2 dogs, 3 cats, and all the wild animals in my 25 acre back yard. I've seen bears, mountain lions, deer, elk, have caught plenty of fish in the lakes and streams around here, but do not like eating them. I do not like seafood. I do, however, eat other meats. Mmm, steak. Haha. Um, as for my first story....

This happened about a week ago, on the 20th of February. I went with some friends to our buddy Ashton's birthday party. It was a Friday. We were going to go ice skating, but didn't because there was a tournament going on, so we decided to go to Pizza Hut instead. HAHAHAHAMISTAKE. We ordered and our drinks came out. Hey, check it out, straws with a little paper wrapping.

SPIT-BALL WAAAARRRR!!!!! So, that went on for a while. we used napkins, too. Then, these two highschoolers came in and we were all, "Hey, let's hit THEM!" Whoops. They were at the salad bar, and my friend Kaitlyn shot one into the salad/lettuce. The highschoolers went and told on us, and we got a pretty good lecture. As it turned out in the end, we had to pay for it. The ENTIRE salad bar, which they take down at 9:00 anyway, and there was no one but us there, and we were only eating pizza. Pffft. But, we only figured out it would be about $5 per person to pay for the whole thing, AFTER they threatened to call the cops and our parents. And after that, we went bowling. It was pretty fun.

And me and all my friends are the talk of the school. "Oh my god, you almost got arrested?!"

False Alarm

One day in math, my friend (who I had met just weeks before) and I are sitting in the back of the room during class. While I'm taking notes, I notice a bit of activity in the desks next to and in front of me. The kid next to me (my friend) reaches over and nudges the kid in front of me. When he has his attention, the kid next to me whispers, "can I get you anything?" The kid in front of me nods, whispers something back, and hands over some money. At this point in time, I'm freaked out. I stare at my desk, not sure what to do. I'm about 95% sure I have just witnessed a drug deal. The kid next to me asks to go to the bathroom, and leaves.

Now, if other kids in my school want to do drugs, that's their choice. I'm even friends with a couple kids who do drugs occasionally, and I'm totally fine with it so long as they're not hurting anyone and I'm not involved. But a drug dealer? This is definitely new territory for me. So you can imagine I'm sitting at my desk about ready to have a heart attack, totally convinced that my new buddy is a drug dealer. Well, he comes back a few minutes later, sits down, and hands the kid in front of me a Mountain Dew and a bag of Doritos, as well as a couple quarters in change. He had gone to the vending machines! In short, I felt pretty ridiculous because of the whole thing. Sometimes I think I'm a little paranoid.

Anyway, my name's Kayli and I live in Illinois. My hobbies include unwittingly creating awkward silences and being horribly out of place everywhere I go.

4 full moons.

Here's my first story.
One night about two years ago, I invited three of my friends over to spend the night. Emily, Tiffany, Alicia and I. We had the house to ourselves. Some how, everyone ended up putting on every single piece of clothing that I owned to where we looked like blown up marsh mellows. We then started to play a "stripping game"to get them all off. We had four cups and put a dime, two pennies, and a nickel under them. If you got the pennies you didn't take anything off, the dime you took two things off, and the nickel you took one thing off.
This went on for a while for we had tons of layers of random clothes on. Eventually we were down to our undergarments. Alicia was the first one to get there and she decided, hey I'm just going to get completely naked while we're at it. So, eventually we are all butt naked when the game ends. (Hope this isn't too inappropriate.)
After this we thought about going streaking because none of us have ever done so. My house at that time was in the middle of the woods with only one road, so we decided to do it.
We all run out of my back door and start flaring out arms, jumping up and down, screaming and hollering, just acting crazy.
Before I go on I must say that Tiffany is a little on the heavier side and Alicia is like a stick, she's skinny.
Anyways. I am running around until I turn my head and see Tiffany and Alicia going for each other at full speed. They don't even realize that they're heading towards each other. Finally Tiffany notices that Alicia isn't stopping so, she quickly juts to a stop, while Alicia jumps in the air, to where Tiffany's face is in her crotch. Tiffany flinches back causing her to fall to the ground, in the mud, butt naked, under Alicia's legs, after she just got hit in the face with Alicia's crotch. Alicia just stands there, wondering what just happened, I'm about ready to pee on the grass from laughing so hard, while Emily is still jumping about across the yard, completely oblivious to what just happened.
It was such a funny sight to see. It was like slow motion for me. Tiffany's side was completely brown with mud.
Fun night. It's something I'll always remember.

Konnichiwa! Onamaewa?

I'll start off by giving you my name. That name is Dallas and no, I've never lived in the city Dallas so don't even go there. I live in Texas, which is pretty great most of the time.

Do any of you guys remember that person who managed to be truly the first best friend that you ever had? I do and she was such a huge influence on my life. While we are going in different directions now, her taking care her baby and being engaged and me still struggling to pass school. She, in a way, shaped some of my views on things. She's the one person that I hope I won't forget.

My friend Ashley had come down to visit me and we were in Kroger. We were running around acting crazy and we wound up at the end of the make up isle. I really wanted to go find my dad but Ashley didn't want to, so I started pulling on her sweater to make her follow me. Well, that didn't exactly work, she just shimmied right out of her sweater and started to run away with nothing on but her bra. So I start yelling, "Ashely, get your ass back over here! You can't do that!" All Ashley does is turn around and stick her tongue out and do the whole 'na-na-boo-boo' thing. Then she starts running again and so do I and I finally caught up to her in the baby isle and I jammed her sweater over her head. She puts it on very reluctantly. Then my dad finds us RIGHT after Ashley puts her sweater back on. Talk about a close call! That would have been very awkward to explain.

The Domino Effect.

So, the other day my friends and I were remembering some good times in grade school. We did a play on the Jungle Book during fifth grade that was a successful failure. The first few scenes played out right, until we got to the chase scene where we were supposed to run around the gym, Bagheera tripped, making Mowgli trip, and then Baloo, until we were all sprawled on our backs on the floor like a tipped over domino line. Needless to say, we were the laughing stock of the school for the next few weeks.

During middle school, we had a rather....weird, Life Science teacher to say the least. She threw stress balls at angry people. And growled at her computer. There was a kid in our class that always wore his shorts below his hips so one day, she made him stand up in front of the entire class and pull up his shirt. There was a bright line of heart printed boxers showing, which made the entire class erupt in fits of the giggles. The teacher made him pull up his shorts and sit back down. So the kid thought he'd be smart and pulled them down again when she turned around. He thought she wouldn't notice, she did. Made him stand back up again, and pull up his shorts. We called him Captain Underpants for the rest of the year.


Watashi no namae wa Roojii desu. My name's Rosie, I'm fifteen years old currently having the time of my life in high school. I'm rather simple, with strange friends behind me.