Owwwwww! Brain Rape!!!!

Ahhhhhhh! My fucking head!

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It feels like I have brain worms!

*cries
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*Cries harder

Poor me..*sniff

Oh yeah! Stupid Pearl is bat shit insane!

First message:

Just ignore me for the rest of my life, okay? It's better that way.

Second message:

Why didn't you just call me? You have my number...

WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!

AHHHHHHHHH! *SHOOTS HERSELF

oH YES..I'vE mAdE a WiLl!! : D

Tis lol..

Oww my head...

I feel like a child.

Everyone keeps belittling and how I respond to things.

Maybe theres nothing the fuck wrong with me!

So I don't always stand up for myself, all your doing is bullying me too!


Pearl sent me another letter. It made me feel like I was five.

FML. Help me Raven...

I had my first real nigga moment : D

First off, I cut my hair! To look more Hinata-ish<33333




I love compliments^^

Ok. So Pearl sent me this yesterday:

I do not appreciate how every fuckin' time I invite you somewhere you always have somewhere else to be, or some excuse or whatever the hell it is. You see, I am trying to be nice and get along with everyone that annoys the shit out of me, and here you are leaving in the middle of planned activities, not even telling ppl why. You know what....I dont give a shit anymore. whatever. So much for me trying to forgive ppl. Guess i'm just too naive.

D< Excuuuuuuuse me??? My black side came out.




I was in fact--So pissed, I started pacing. I called Ash, who told me to write her a letter.

I don't have it anymore, but I've been told it twas awesome :3

I gave it to Ash to give to Paris{Pearl}

Ashleys Experience:

well the next day Rachel gave me the letter and i placed the letter on pearl desk and
this BITCH slapped it off so i got upset and told her i was not talking to her and she need to mind her own damn business...lol my teacher was mad scared and shit...
then when went home and had chocolate!!!


Me again:

Yay chocolate and pizza to celebrate my being released from Paris' evil clutches! :D I'm so UP right now! >3

Joey's experience:

Today Rachel showed me the letter she was going to give to that bitch, excuse me, Paris. Rachel was pisssssssssed about what Paris wrote to her. I would be pissed to. All my work at trying to bridge a friendship with this son of penis and this is how i am thanked. FUCK YOU! is what I would've said but Ashley took care of that for me. She went the Incredible Nigga Moment on manwoman. Man that felt good to watch. Plus the teacher almost shit himself. I love that girl. Now all three of as are chilling at Rach's and having a "gay ol time" as the Finstones would put it.



Today I learned that things change for the better.

Loosing Paris was for the best. I know it.

Revisssssssed

Day One


As I run, my feet scratched and scarred and dripping with blood from running over countless thorns and thistles, my head throbs painfully from being kicked. My vision fades in and out as I run, throwing my balance off every now and again. I barely avoid falling over, rushing past primroses and nettles, the fruit trees we tend to and other fauna. I run as fast as my lithe, rain drenched body can go, hoping like hell that it's fast enough . As I narrowly dodge a sleeping rattlesnake, the booming voice of the imperial guard barks threats at my heels.

“Come back here you little maggot!" he screams. "Or your father will have to tuck your pummeled remains into bed after I get my hands on you!” My heart skips a beat at the mention of Father, alone with the imperial guard.

The same imperial guard that I flee from now.

I stop running. Death sentence or not, I am not the type of son who would just let their parent suffer in his place.

Biting my lip out of habit, I turn around and begin to walk back towards the danger.

Despite my raging headache, I am fully aware of the enraged curses in front of me, and I can hear the distinct cracking of a whip striking the ground.

I almost run away again.

"No..." I mumble to myself, gathering up my courage.

I would never let father suffer the wrath of the King, who so suddenly wishes me dead on this night. Taking a shaky step forward I gasp as a sharp pain shoots through me from the base of my foot. Clapping a hand immediately over my mouth to quell a scream of pain, I look down and lift my foot, I noticing fresh blood drip from a large u-shaped gash in my bare skin.

From broken glass maybe?

In this forest?

Setting my foot down away from the offending glass, I put my head in my hands and groan, desperately trying to ignoring the stinging. If the imperial guard doesn't catch me first, I'll finish myself off by accident..

I'm going to die tonight. I just know it.

A sudden barking catches my attention. I listen in silence for a few seconds. A second wave of vicious growls confirm my fears.

They've brought hounds.

“Oi!" That's the imperial guards voice again... The mutts 'ave caught the brat's scent!” I feel my feet move without my say so, sending me rushing off in the opposite direction. All thoughts of going back to rescue father go rushing out of my head.

As I continue to flee my own execution, my foot catches onto something hidden, tripping me. I fall forward, tumbling down over sharp rocks, uprooted thorns and fallen branches.

I tumble down..down..

And then,

I hit solid ground with a thud.
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I wake up in pain. Excruciating, and all over pain.

I cringe when my left eye I refuses to open. I touch the skin around it; it's swollen and it touching it stings. I retract my hand and try to sit up, successful on the third try. With my good eye, I examine my surroundings. I am in a place with overgrown trees, tall enough to block out the moon. The ground is flat and slightly muddy. And.. To my left I see a lone tree stump, surrounded by white lilies.

How fairytale-like..

Wanting to sit somewhere peaceful, I test out my legs. The right one seems to work fine, I bend it a few times and nothing hurts. My left leg however seems sore. I rub my muscles, retracting my hands as I reach my ankles. A sprain. And a bad one at that. Groaning at my immense amount of bad luck , I resolve to drag myself over to the stump by hand.
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“Holy mother..“ I gasp out loud as I pull myself up onto the stump, wincing at the pain in my leg and lower body. Sitting in peace and silence, I comb a shaky hand through my hair as I try to relax. My mind wanders back to the imperial guard, and how I'd even gotten into the horrible mess.
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My father runs a small fruit farm on the outskirts of the kingdom, we don't sell a diverse selection of fruit, but we are the only fruit farmers in the land that sell apples, the kings favorite, so we do very well. Sitting in the dining room with my back up against one of the walls, I turn the page of one of mothers favorite books: Snow White.

I laugh quietly to myself, tucking a few loose strands of black hair behind my left ear. When we go out to market, Fathers friends tell me I resemble Mother. Apparently, she looked like Snow White herself. Black hair, pale skin and blue eyes. My own hair is much shorter than Mother's however; bobbed and less smooth to the touch. My skin also has a slight tan from my working in the sun. I turn another page in the book and sigh happily.

It's going to be another quiet, peaceful year. I just know it.

“Son?” Father calls to me from the kitchen. I set my book down beside me and stand, joining him with a smile. He doesn't return it. Father is taller than me by a foot, with short, chestnut brown hair and green eyes. He has a farmer's body, and the same light tan I have from working in the fields.

“Is something troubling you Father?” I ask. He nods, eyes filled with worry.

“My son... Have you done anything to upset the King?” he asks. Surprised, I bite my bottom lip out of worry.

“Not at all," I assure him. "Why do you ask?” Father sighs, his brows furrowing, then motions that I should go outside. With Father a few steps behind me, I exit our cottage and walk over to the man standing by a white horse. The man is very large, with red hair and black eyes. He wears the kings seal; a sparrow, over his silver armor, and carries a sling full of what seems to be royal scrolls. I gasp inwardly. Why is the imperial guard here? I turn to father, who seems to be just as confused as I.

Bowing my head respectfully, I ask Sir Lawrence {As we have met before} for the specifics of his visit. Instead of answering, he fetches a scroll from his sling and unrolls it.


“By order of King Leon the third, his esteemed royal highness,” Father moves to stand beside me, a grim expression on his face. “The only son of Phillup Briar,” Father tenses, both of us realizing the imperial guard is talking about me. “Has been sentenced to death for reason of treason against the royal family.” Enraged, Father pulls me back, standing between me and Sir Lawrence protectively.

“Hogwash.” The two glare at each other. “My son is still a child of thirteen years. What 'treason against the royal family' has he committed?”

“Murder.” I gasp.

“But there's-!” I begin.

“There is no way you are going to scapegoat a death in the royal family as a peasant farmers son committing murder.” Father interrupts me, standing firm despite the much larger physique of Sir Lawrence. I huddle closer to Father as the two men glare daggers at each other.
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“Well aren't you cute?” a deep, velvet voice interrupts my thoughts. The voice came from the left, so my gaze adjusts towards it. A large shadow comes from behind the trees, making it's way towards me. I tense up, more so because I am unable to run if the shadow is dangerous than fear of the shadow itself. Suddenly, I hear growls coming from the dark. My heart skips a beat. Wolves? Now?!

“Sir! Can you hear that?” I call out to the shadow, my voice a bit desperate. “I c-cant walk-” I don't want to die. “Will you..Help me?” I feel close to tears. This has been the worse day of my life. “Please?” The voice doesn't respond with words...but with chuckling. Deep, morbid, ominous chuckling that send shivers down my spine. Suddenly, the shadow steps close enough to be seen. Instead of a man stepping from the darkness...

The wolf. I seize up, a small cry escaping my lips. B-But then..who was talking? The wolf itself? I chide myself inwardly, unsure of my own sanity.
“Funny thing really..” my breath hitches again. The voice had come from the..the.. “The damsel in distress begging the villain for help.” More laughter. And then suddenly..Crack.
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Before me stands a man in extremely tattered clothes. It is too dark to tell his exact appearance, but I am certain if one key detail. This man had just been the talking wolf. Frozen, I stare at him in awe as he steps closer. He sniffs the air, then makes a show of licking his lips. He grins, baring razor sharp canines.

“So it was you who's blood smelled so..delectable...” Suddenly, the man bends down to my level, grabbing my arm and forcing it to meet his lips. His breath is hot fire against my skin. Smirking, he licks my flesh from the base of my wrist to the start of my shoulder in one long, drawn out motion. His tongue is forked and I can feel deep ridges. I feel shivers ripple through me from his touch; giving me wicked gooseflesh. I try to jerk away from him but he pulls me back with a sharp tug of my wrist. I whimper as his nails dig into my flesh, breaking the skin. He laughs at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and sniffing it, inhaling what I assume is blood and dirt.

"You smell like fresh meat," he says suddenly. "You smell like you expect to be killed and eaten alive. What kind of little boy would run around this forest smelling like that?" He licks me again, this time on my lips. “And you taste like ambrosia.” He rolls his ‘r’s as he speaks, purring his words into my ear as if they were compliments. I shudder as I am pulled even closer to him. “Lucky me..I usually don't get to eat meals that are so..cute.” He nibbles on my ear, holding me in place by grabbing hold of my shoulders. Another soft cry escapes my lips. This is too much. “Hey kid..” he nuzzles against me and I cringe. “What's your name?” I manage to shake my head.

“N..No..” Chuckling darkly, he lifts me up into his arms, then promptly throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Why not?” He starts to walk us deeper into the forest. “Tell me..I like knowing who I'm eating.” My heart seems to stop. “Makes it so much more...Personal.”

This man is going to eat me.

This man is going to eat me.

This..I...

I am going to die.

“So why don't you tell me your name cutie pie. I'll tell you mine too.” I feel tears threaten to fall, stinging my eyes.
“No..I don't...I don't..”

I don't want to die.

I struggle suddenly, wanting to at least go out with a fight. Sensing my intent, the man digs his nails into my back so deep it makes me cry out in pain.

“AHHHHH!!” He doesn't let up.

“Tell me.” his voice is firm.

“Ahhhh!”

“Tell. Me.” Tears really do start to fall, more from pain then anything else, so my voice comes out like sobs.

“Hayden! My name is Hayden Briar...” his nails retract from my back, and he pats the wound in mock reassurance.

“Hmph. Nice name. Hayden huh? My name is Adam. And I'm the last thing you'll ever see.”

Hunger Lust Chapter one

Day One

My dancers feet, scratched and scarred and dripping with blood from running through countless thorns and thistles, move as nimbly as I can possibly make them over the sharp rocks that cover the forest floor. My head throbs painfully from the all too sudden collision it had had with the imperial guards thick fist. My vision fades in and out as I run, throwing my balance off completely every now and again. I barely avoid falling over, rushing past the primroses and nettles that decorate the border of my father’s land. I run as fast as my lithe, rain drenched body can go, cursing the sudden downpour as a bad omen. As I narrowly dodge a sleeping rattlesnake, the booming voice of the imperial guard barks threats at my heels.

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE MAGGET! YOUR FATHER WILL HAVE TO TUCK YOUR PUMMELED REMAINS INTO BED AT NIGHT AFTER I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!” My heart skips a beat at the mention of Father; alone with the imperial guard. The dangerous imperial guard. I stop running despite my urge to escape with my life, turning around and walking back towards the danger. The wind blows urgent whispers in my ears:

"Do not proceed farther. Turn around," it whispers, "turn around!" I bite my lip out of nervous habit. I desire to heed natures warning…however, despite my raging headache, I am fully aware of the enraged curses in front of me, and I can hear the distinct cracking of a whip striking the ground with a sick snap ever so clearly. But I would never let father suffer the wrath of the King, who so suddenly wishes me dead on this night. Taking a shaky step forward, I clap a hand immediately over my mouth to quell a scream of pain. Looking down and lifting my foot, I notice fresh blood drip from a large u-shaped gash in the bare skin. Broken glass? In this forest? Odd.. Setting my foot down away from the thorns, I put my head in my hands and groan, desperately trying to ignoring the stinging. If the imperial guard doesn't catch me first, I'll finish myself off by accident.. Ugh. I'm going to die tonight. I just know it. A sudden barking catches my attention. I listen in silence for a few seconds. A second wave of vicious growls confirm my fears.

They've brought hounds.

“Oi! The mutts 'ave caught the brat's scent!” I feel my feet move without my say so, sending me rushing off in the opposite direction. They truly wish to kill me..They truly......Truly...

“AHHHHHH!!” I let out a scream as my foot catches onto something hidden, tripping me. I fall forward, tumbling down over sharp rocks, uprooted thorns and fallen branches. I hit solid ground with a thud.

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I wake up in pain. Excruciating, and all over pain.

I cringe when my left eye I refuses to open. I touch the skin around it; it's swollen and it touching it stings. I retract my hand and try to sit up, being successful on the third try. Ow.. With my good eye, I examine my surroundings. I am in a place with overgrown trees, tall enough to block out the moon. The ground is flat and slightly muddy. To my left I see a lone tree stump, surrounded by white lilies.

How fairytale-like..

Wanting to sit somewhere peaceful, I test out my legs. The right one seems to work fine, I bend it a few times and nothing hurts. My left leg however seems sore. I rub my muscles, retracting my hands as I reach my ankles. A sprain. And a bad one at that. Groaning at my immense amount of bad luck today, I resolve to drag myself over to the stump by hand.

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“Holy mother..“ I gasp out loud as I pull myself up onto the stump, wincing at the pain in my leg and lower body. Sitting in peace and silence, my mind wanders back to the imperial guard, and how I'd even gotten into the horrible mess.

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My father runs a small fruit farm on the outskirts of the kingdom, we don't sell a diverse selection of fruit. But we are the only fruit farmers in the land that sell apples, the kings favorite, so we do very well. Sitting in the dining room with my back up against one of the walls, I turn the page of one of mothers favorite books: Snow White. I laugh quietly to myself, tucking a few loose strands of black hair behind my left ear. When we go out to market, Fathers friends tell me I resemble Mother. Apparently, she looked like Snow White herself. Black hair, pale skin and blue eyes. My hair is much shorter than Mother's however; bobbed and less smooth to the touch. My skin also has a slight tan from my working in the sun. I turn another page in the book and sigh happily. It's going to be another quiet, peaceful year. I just know it.

“Son?” Father calls to me from the kitchen. I set my book down beside me and stand, joining him with a smile. He doesn't return it. Father is taller than me by a foot, with short, chestnut brown hair and green eyes. He has a farmer's body, and the same light tan I have from working in the fields.

“Is something troubling you Father?” he nods, eyes filled with worry.

“My son... Have you done anything to upset the King?” Surprised, I bite my bottom out of worry.

“Not at all. Why do you ask?” Father sighs, his brows furrowing, then motions that I should go outside. With Father a few steps behind me, I exit our cottage and walk over to the man standing by a large, beautiful white horse. The man is very large, with red hair and black eyes. He wears the kings seal, a sparrow, over his silver armor and carries a sling full of what seems to be royal scrolls. I gasp inwardly. Why is the imperial guard here? I turn to father, who seems to be just as confused as I. Bowing my head respectfully, I ask Sir Lawrence for the specifics of his visit. Instead of answering, he scowls at me and asks me for my name. Once I give it to him he smirks, fetches a scroll from his sling and unrolls it.

“By order of King Leon the third, his esteemed royal highness,” Father moves to stand beside me, a grim expression on his face. “The only son of Phillup Briar,” Father tenses, both of us realizing the imperial guard is talking about me. “Has been sentenced to death for reason of treason against the royal family.” Enraged, Father pulls me back, standing between me and Sir Lawrence protectively.

“Hogwash.” The two glare at each other. “My son is still a child of thirteen years. What 'treason against the royal family' has he committed?”

“Murder.” I gasp.

“But there's-!”

“There is no way you are going to scapegoat a death in the family as a peasant farmers son committing murder.” Father interrupts me, standing firm despite the much larger physique of Sir Lawrence. I huddle closer to Father as the two men glare daggers at each other.

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“Well aren't you cute?” a deep, velvet voice interrupts my thoughts. The voice came from the left, so my gaze adjusts towards it. A large shadow comes from behind the trees, making it's way towards me. I tense up, more so because I am unable to run if the shadow is dangerous than fear of the shadow itself. Suddenly, I hear growls coming from the dark. My heart skips a beat. Wolves? Now?!

“Sir! Can you hear that?” I call out to the shadow, my voice a bit desperate. “I c-cant walk-” I don't want to die. “Will you..Help me?” I feel close to tears. This has been the worse day of my life. “Please?” The voice doesn't respond with words...but with chuckling. Deep, morbid, ominous chuckling that send shivers down my spine. Suddenly, the shadow steps close enough to be seen. Instead of a man stepping from the darkness...

The wolf. I seize up, a small cry escaping my lips. B-But then..who was talking? The wolf itself? I chide myself inwardly, unsure of my own sanity.

“Funny thing really..” my breath hitches again. The voice had come from the..the.. “The damsel in distress begging the villain for help.” More laughter. And then suddenly..Crack.

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Before me stands a man in extremely tattered clothes. It is too dark to tell his exact appearance, but I am certain if one key detail. This man had just been the talking wolf. Frozen, I stare at him in awe as he steps closer. He sniffs the air, then makes a show of licking his lips. He grins, baring razor sharp canines.

“So it was you who's blood smelled so..delectable...” Suddenly, the man bends down to my level, grabbing my arm and forcing it to meet his lips. His breath is hot fire against my skin. Smirking, he licks my flesh from the base of my wrist to the start of my shoulder in one long, drawn out motion. His tongue is forked and I can feel deep ridges. I feel shivers ripple through me from his touch; giving me wicked gooseflesh. I try to jerk away from him but he pulls me back with a sharp tug of my wrist. I whimper as his nails dig into my flesh, breaking the skin. He laughs at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and sniffing it, inhaling what I assume is blood and dirt.

"You smell like fresh meat," he says suddenly. "You smell like you expect to be killed and eaten alive. What kind of little boy would run around this forest smelling like that?" He licks me again, this time on my lips. “And you taste like ambrosia.” He rolls his ‘r’s as he speaks, purring his words into my ear as if they were compliments. I shudder as I am pulled even closer to him. “Lucky me..I usually don't get to eat meals that are so..cute.” He nibbles on my ear, holding me in place by grabbing hold of my shoulders. Another soft cry escapes my lips. This is too much. “Hey kid..” he nuzzles against me and I cringe. “What's your name?” I manage to shake my head.

“N..No..” Chuckling darkly, he lifts me up into his arms, then promptly throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Why not?” He starts to walk us deeper into the forest. “Tell me..I like knowing who I'm eating.” My heart seems to stop. “Makes it so much more...Personal.”

This man is going to eat me.

This man is going to eat me.

This..I...

I am going to die.

“So why don't you tell me your name cutie pie. I'll tell you mine too.” I feel tears threaten to fall, stinging my eyes.

“No..I don't...I don't..”

I don't want to die.

I struggle suddenly, wanting to at least go out with a fight. Sensing my intent, the man digs his nails into my back so deep it makes me cry out in pain.

“AHHHHH!!” He doesn't let up.

“Tell me.” his voice is firm.”

“Ahhhh!”

“Tell. Me.” Tears really do start to fall, more from pain then anything else, so my voice comes out like sobs.

“Hayden! My name is Hayden Briar...” his nails retract from my back, and he pats the wound in mock reassurance.

“Hmph. Nice name. Hayden huh? My name is Adam. And I'm the last thing you'll ever see.”

Ker blah!

Just past eleven o’clock. Got up in the club gonna rock the spot .

I can feel the base line jumping
watch out there’s my song
hey yeah, let me see your hands up in the air
hey yeah, show em what cha got shake it all around yeah yeah
hey ho, you wanna little of this
you want a little, wanna little of this
hey ho, you wanna little of this
you wanna little, wanna little of this
you boy you think, you think u’ve got it
can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t touch it

Ricki Lee – Can’t Touch It

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Heyzzles!! Guesslzz whatzzlez?

I has to takeh teh therapeyz nowz :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Therapiezies you says Uchi? Whyz evar fo?

Well mein amigo y amigas. Eyez aparentally iz coo-koo-ca chu in da brainzizizizzzzzz.

Actually..Lisa just says I'm depressed.

Empress is being a bit of a twat about me getting 'labeled'. Mom....If I'm nuts I'm nuts. If in a few years I walk around town in nothing but a trashbag and a lampshade on my head, board the subway and start biting people in the throat because I think they might be MARTIANSSSSS!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!

gET TeH cHEesE GRATOSRSXVXCVXCVXCVSDFG!@?2143[PHNDL;MYOPHJDFH



......Then I'm am certifiably off my rocker.....
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or bored.



Bullshit Lisa said that I already know:


I'm in love with Pearl.
I'm extremly upset about the entire situation
I need distractions o.d.

I'm over analyzing.

Bullshit Lisa said that I didn't know

I should go to Suny{sp?} New Paltz : D ???
Some crap abut true friends.

I'm over analyzing.


Uggles...


All a yoos wish me luck with this job I'm goin out for.

Love An Increasingly growing aggitated and life hating yet trying to forcefully be happy Uchi ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Let me take you far beyond the stars...

We'll see the universe,
And dance on Saturn's rings!
Heaven isn't too far!
Heaven is where you are...!
Stay with me and-
Let me. Be your. (You will be my) wings!


Ahhh...♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥......how nice^^

I'm in a GOOOOOOD mood<3

*Thinks about Pearl suddenly.

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......and now it's gone.



Shit.


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Dear People we saw walking down the street who I know were Pearl and Chairman,

Stop. Existing....Dammit....You ruined a perfectly good vibe I was having....Dammit!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

--Love Uchi♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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Dear Math,

I failed you.

--Love Uchi♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

ps: Nobody was surprised.

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Kingston
Let’s Go
Hey, hey, hey
Red One
Hey Hey
Shawty got that super thing
Hotter than the sun of south in spain
Got me soon as I walked through the door
My pocket started tickle-ing
The way she dropped it low that thang
Got me wanna spend my money on her, her

She get it pop it lock it drop it,
That birthday cake,
Got a candle, need to blow that crazy flame away
Now take my red, black card and my jewellery
Shawty is cool like the fire,
Cool like fire

Somebody call 911
Shawty fire burning on the dance floor
Whoa
I gotta cool her down
She won't bring the roof to ground on the dance floor
Whoa
She’s fire burning, fire burning on the dance floor
That little shawty’s fire burning on the dance floor
Shes fire burning fire burning on the dance floor
That little shawty’s fire burning on the dance floor
Fire burning fire burning

That body is a masterpiece
The order is one in every hundred years
But ain’t no doubt i’m taking it home

Little mama game is about to change
She’ll be on covers over the world


She get it pop it lock it drop it that birthday cake
Got a candle need to blow that crazy flame away
Take my red, black card and my jewellery
Shawty is cool like the fire
Cool like fire

Somebody call 911
Shawty fire burning on the dance floor
Whoa
I gotta cool her down
She won't bring the roof to ground on the dance floor
Whoa
She’s fire burning, fire burning on the dance floor
That little shawty’s fire burning on the dance floor
Shes fire burning, fire burning on the dance floor
That little shawty’s fire burning on the dance floor

She got that fire in her dance that’ll make them fella’s run around
Hey
No exit from the dance floor so them boys want more
Hey
She got that fire in her dance that’ll make them fella’s run around
get outta my way , everybody, sing it now
No exit from the dance floor so them boys want more

She get it pop it lock it drop it that birthday cake
Got a candle need to blow that crazy flame away
Take my red , black card and my jewellery
Shawty is cool like the fire
Cool like fire

Somebody call 911
Shawty fire burning on the dance floor
Whoa
I gotta cool her down
She won't bring the roof to ground on the dance floor
Whoa
She’s fire burning, fire burning on the dance floor
That little shawty’s fire burning on the dance floor
Shes fire burning, fire burning on the dance floor
That little shawty’s fire burning on the dance floor

Somebody call 911

Bullshit in Owahio--Uchiha Week<3

Dear Collette,

Please stop asking me if I like the way you look. You. Are. Freaking. Gorgeous.

Wet dream gorgeous even. Especially in my dreams. So stop asking babe.

I don't even know how you managed to slip "Do you really think my hair looks ok???" into a conversation about tacos.....But you sure did Coekie...you sure did...

--Love Uchi♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Ps: No. Those jeans I helped you pick out do not make your ass look big....geez...

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Dear K.C.

I still hate you.

--Love Uchi♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Ps: Fat bitch.


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It's been forever since I last blogged....What evs.


Ok....So Raveys retarded ex is coming over tomorrow.....ugh. I chilled with Chinahoor* for the first time in like..forever..And it was relatively lax....in fact...we just be..

TENSION FREEEEEEEE!!!!!! Whoooooo!

Hurray for breaking free from post break-up stress! *Dances


On a sadder note, things with Pearl are most likely screwed. Like a two-dollar whore.

Sigh....And Empress comes out of nowhere and tells me I might just have 'been in love with her tradgety.' What the bullshit is that?

So like. I fricken LOVE Sasuke Uchiha^^ So imagine the joyuos rejoycing I took part in once I discovered this:

http://yukina-chun.deviantart.com/

UCHIHA WEEK!!

WHAT IS UCHIHA WEEK ABOUT?

Uchiha week is the week deviants draw/write/ do whatever about the Uchihas to celebrate how awesome and bad ass they are and whatnot - SHOWING OUR LOVE TO THE UCHIHA CLAN AND HOW THEY ARE ALIVE IN OUR MIND AND HEARTS!! Since this is about the Uchiha family, this should only be about the clan! This is about Sasuke, Itachi, Madara/Tobi, Obito, Mikoto, Fugaku, and any other member of the clan...

WHEN DOES UCHIHA WEEK OFFICALLY START/END?

It starts in JULY 19 and ends in July 25! My friend, *Rosse-Uchiha, and I have thought about a good time to start it and she suggested THIS was a great time!! So, to the participants, you have about a month to get you entries ready and stuff....yea!
_{Also, Sasuke's birthday is on the 23rd~~!!}

WHAT ARE THE THEMES FOR EACH DAY?

July 19 - crest
July 20 - tragic
July 21 - hate
July 22 - blood
July 23 - distant
July 24 - home
July 25 - family

_{BTW, the themes weren't all up to me! Since I am taking part too I had some help with deviants who noted/commented me who helped me with coming up with themes that may relate to the Uchihas...}

RULES?

No early/late entries

_{You don't have to draw every single day of this week. You may even draw one entry - I do realize you have busy lives and all that...}

No non-related Uchiha art/literature/whatever

This is "UCHIHA Week" right?

No bashing any of the Uchihas


_{If you like one of the characters but not all of them, you can draw that one character you love so much...I know I don't like the ENTIRE clan lol}

Put the "Uchiha Week" stamp in your art comments on your submissions please



HAVE FUN!!!

HOPE A LOT OF YOU WILL PARTICIPATE!! EVEN IF YOU ONLY WANT TO JUST DRAW FOR ONE - THAT'S COOL!!! But if you are like me and love drawing SASUKE... the Uchihas, then I hope to see your entries~~~!! SHOW LOVE TO THE BEST NINJA CLAN ON NARUTO!! PLEASE INFORM OTHER PEOPLE IN YOUR JOURNALS SO THEY CAN THINK ABOUT TAKING PART TOO!!

Sasuke!!!!!!!

You Bettah Work!

Blushing bride is funny bride!



So like... Ravey just got proposed to over Youtube...She hasn't answered him yet. *looks over shoulder to poke fun at her again* But I await the final verdict...



Her initial response------------------------------------------->>>


<<<<<------My initial response





MAHTZAAAAAAAA!!!!

You could have knocked me out with a feather..You cynical fucktard.

Dear Cosmopolitan,

Please put some red-heads on your cover again. Me liiiiiike ♥♥♥♥

--Love Uchi♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Dear America,

WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!!

Your combined cynicalness is ruining my happy high. Awwww....Your life sucks?? Mine too. But sometimes you need to shut the fuck up about it. I was in a fabulous mood today. ♦ FABULOUS ♦ I'm writing about happiness in class and I decided to write a song about the good things in life. Looking for inspiration, I asked my friends what kept them going from day to day.

I got "Weed." "Gasoline." "Lithium." "Blood and death." "Pills." "Symbalta." "The death of the people around me." "Hitler." And Chairman? Bitch didn't even answer me.

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You unhappy assholes.

Love Uchi♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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I told Pearl I love her.

Not in the "We need to sit down and have a talk" kind of I love you.. more of the "Run up to her randomly in the hallway and scream it at her then bail" kind of I love you. It didn't solve our problems at all... But the words left my mouth, and even if she didn't understand the hidden meaning beneath it, I'm happy I said it, and I feel better.

I love you I love you
I love you I love you
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…….I love you…….
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I love you I love you
I love you I love you

I love you………….
I love you………….
I love you………….
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I love you I love you
I love you I love you
I love you I love you

….I love you I love you….
…I love you……I love you..
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I love you…………I love you
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…I love you……I love you..
….I love you I love you….

I love you…………I love you
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I love you I love you
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I love you……..I love you
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I love you……..I love you
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I love you…..…I love you
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Love Uchi♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

My sunshine runs on love and happiness.

Love and Happiness.
Love and Happiness.

My sunshine runs on love and happiness-
Sugar coated in fun and dipped in joy.

My sunshine runs on smiles and rainbows.
Butterflies and kitty cats,
happiness and brick a brack.

My sunshine runs on smiles and rainbows,
Sprinkled with honey and filled with glee.

My sunshine runs on cotton candy,
fine and dan-.....

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Pearl cut her hair....

GOD DAMMIT!!!

--Love Uchi<3

His condom busted all over Americas face

Dear Pepsi,

Damn it. God damn it... I had like..Seventeen cans of you today. Stop being so delicious. STOP IT! D:

Love Uchi<3>

Ps: I still hate Gatorade.

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So it would seem my ex girlfriend spent Memorial Day weekend saluting her boyfriends cock instead of the fallen soilders. How wonderful. Why I know this, shouldn't be any less creepy then what I found out next.

Still at the cabin with Raven, we got a call at around nine or ten from my ex. She was crying or something, so Raven took the call upstairs. She came down fifteen minutes later.
"What's wrong?" "I'll tell you later.."

Ok...so I wait...

"Hey Raven, so what's wrong with Chinahoor*?" "I'll tell you later.."

...um...fiiiine....So I wait again....

"Hey uh..Rav...? China?" "Oh..I uh..I'll tell you later..."

..........................God damn it. So finally..like..an hour later, she tells me that my ex and her freaky as shit little boyfriend went camping together. {who's parents decided this was a fucking good idea?!?!} So then they fucked. They fucked the night away. Now this bothered me enough. So the silly little slut got her twat filled?

Why the FUCK do I need this information?!?! But anyway..here's the point. While they were fucking. The condom ripped. Oh??? And did he jizz inside? Oh he did!?!?! Allll of it. :D

Ya know what? Good. I'm glad. I hope they felt so awkward they couldn't do it after that. Fuck em. Fuck em both.


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On a sour note... Raven's been really upset lately.. The details are private..but..I wish we could help her.. I love ya Rae. I'm always here!

Love Uchi!!!!

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Final Thoughts: Fuck my ex's boyfriend. Fuck Raven's boyfriend. He's a freak and he's a perverted fuck.

I think I'll ask Shirley Temple to the prom...

Dear Chinahoor*,

Quackity-Ding-Dong-Shit?! What the foomanchoo is your basic malfunction? Did your circuit breaker catch a virus and crash? You fuck-me-stiletto skanky ass flat chested cottaging* sluttard. Really?! REALLY?!?!? Your cranium musta fell into a nasty batch of whore acid. Fucking slutmuffin. Twatwaffle. Jiz-Tacofalcon semen sniffer. Go stick a fail dildo up your USB port.

I swear Zou, Jashin, Budda, Sasuke and God--when you touch me, it's like dousing an open wound in Ajax*. Your flagards a fucking flit. Fuck Freakazoid. Fuck im...Fuck im! I didn't realize I'd get along with Fargo till today. Till he started pill poppin to pop of you you passive aggessive pussy ass prick.

Anywhoo...I'm so glad you came to Levity last week. Your baby sis is super cute! Unlike you. Blackwidow bitch. I ker pwn your ass. I hope Freakazoid pops your rock candy so hard your shit rips and your whore dam pukes tabascco* sauce all over his twizzler stick.

--LOVE UCHI<3

ps: That thing you lost? I totally stole that.

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Dear Pearl,

I wanna fuck you.

Naw. I kid-I kid... I'd be happy if we could be all talky-talky bestie-bestie ask me to the prom and I'll jerk off to that dress you're wearing instead of pissing out purple Gatorade {eww} like I said I would right after we slow dance that song Ravens dad got arresed to. I also wouldn't mind a pretty smile on that pretty little face you have. Gosh you're pretty....

I wanna skip to the academy holding hands like we did that time I walked you home after it rained. I wanna hold you close to me...Such a cutie princess.

Sugarpopbubblegumpumpkinpie.

Ahhh..You're like the Queen from Candyland. And I do believe I'd make a bichin' king to your queen. Ah yes.. Together we would keep the kindom sugar high on our love <3

Heh..heheh...This sounds a tad creepy...Heh..Fuck it.

I got it bad.

--LOVE UCHI<3

ps: You rock my socks Pearls. Like the God damn Rolling Stones.

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May 22, 2009

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I skipped out on the academy today. Not that the Empress could have seen through my decepion. I'm like Houlden Caulfield when it comes to shit like that. Mai skills man..I got mad of em. I didn't get to see Pearl though. Which sucks ass. And my mind decided to fill the void lef behind by a lack of algebra with the excess memories of my precious Pearly that my heart can't hold. It's gettin' kinda full in there... It sucks to know she's probably with Chairman. In fact... It pracically steams my shit. Argh.. Please stop being mad at me Pearls....

Spending the next few days up at the Cabin with Ravens family. They redecorated the place recently and it KICKS ASS. Shatner didn't show up for a while cuz the fool got arrested, {again} which is more hilarious then it sounds. He's such a jerk.

Fargo called earlier, bitchin about Chinahoor*and how she sucks blah-blah. Geez..Get over it! She cheated on me too dude! .....actually..she cheated on me with you.

I feel like having a hastily made sandwich...

Actually..I really wanna head down to Sugar Castle to hang with Pearls....then make a sandwich..or two..

Prom today. I'd ask one of my girls to go but I doubt they'd go. You see..My girls have a strict 'no fun' policy. Fuck..it..I'll go next year...snag a prostitute or something.

Dancing or no dancing, I'll still end up spending 500 bucks.
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*cottaging--having sex in bathroom stalls
*Ajax--cleaning agent. btw--this would BURN


Final Thoughts: I hate Gatorade.

On the increasingly high chance you don't know what I'm taking about.

THE MAGICAL DISCLAIMER THAT SOMEHOW MANAGES TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING



This blog is simply to get out my bizarre thoughts. I changed everyone's names to avoid being killed. I changed the names of locations too. Excuse my foul language. I mean no offense...probably.. The format of the blog goes: Letter to someone, main point, random thoughts. I tend to tangent...


:PEOPLE I MIGHT MENTION:

Uchi/Konan----This is me. I sign my letters with either pseudonym.
Pearl---------Pearl is my girl. She's kinda..mad at right now.
Chairman------A friend of mine and Pearls. Shes kinda....manly.
Serena--------An ex friend. She's also pissed at me.
K.C.----------An ex friend. I'm pissed at her.
Chinahoor*----My ex girlfriend. She stalked me until last week.
Empress-------My mother.
Jett----------Moms fiancee.
$lut----------An underclassmen. We hang, but she annoys me.
Freakazoid----Chinahoors suckass boytoy. He's a freak.
Jupiter-------Ravens boyfriend. He's such a bitch.
Fargo---------Chinahoors ex.
Heffner-------Some creepy neighbor.
Raven---------My bestie. Has horrible taste in men.
Shatner-------Ravens younger bother.
Gibbs---------Ravens Dad.
Dutchess------Ravens mother.
Cherry--------A friend.
Pine----------A friend.
Red-----------A closer friend.
Poppers-------An underclassmen/friendof mine.
Choco & Chip--Sisters. Choco is older.
Tora----------A slut friend of mine. We've been friends for years.

:PLACES AND WORDS:

Academy-------------School
Levity--------------A theatre I work for
Addytown------------My town
The Cabin-----------Ravens house
Sugar Castle--------Pearls house
Prosecutors Lounge--My house.

ETC..ETC