haha funny stuff

wow...

Okay, so I've realized that I haven't been on his thing in-what?- about 2 months?
Yikes.
Anyway, I had a concert at my school, which I kinda messed up on, but who noticed???!
Yeah...
And I went to the Halloween thing at church, the boy I like is currently dating someone, and now it's Christmas break, which enables me to sleep in without it affecting my grades.
Or would that be effecting? I can't tell. And now I'm going loony talking to myself.
But Danielle's at the library too! I'm sure she'd say hi if I asked her... Well, no. She'd prob'ly say something along the lines of-"Go burn in a hole!"
Whatever. I'm out. Peace!

I'm Back

How long has it been since I've posted? A couple of weeks? Whatever. Have church tomorrow, will post again then.
Peace.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

This is a new thing I'm starting, though it might not be every day.

A friend is someone who will stop you from overreacting.
A best friend is someone who will walk beside you giggling "Someone is gonna get it!"

I'm Okay!!!!

I haven't written in a loooooong time, but I'm back now, and my house wasn't hurt by Ike at all. Yea me, I guess.
Anyway, I'm listenin' to Rihanna right now, and trying to figure the name of the song I actually want to listen to. I heard it on 94.5 the Buzz. (awesomest radio station ever) ha ha.
-sigh-
g2g ttyl.
_amee

PS- Sasha- there was a counselor named Tommy, but, sorry, can't contact him. He was fine, though. ;)

quickie

I have a lot of crap to talk about (or type about?) but I have to get off in 2 minutes so I'm gonna be fast!
I'm reading Wuthering Heights.
I'm moving to Angleton Manor.
Today was my first day of Intermediate.
And I' really upset that I only got concert band when I know I'm good enough for symphonic!!!

Okay, gotta go.
Peace.
~amee

I'm Heeeeeeere!!!

Haha I'm a dork. But you already knew that, didn't ya?
Anyway I just got back home on Friday evening from STXYM Youth Camp. (South Texas Youth Ministries) Yes, it was a church camp. I went swimming at a lake and jumped off a trapeze about 20 feet in the air. ugh, I still shudder. We had electives, just like at school, and I took music and got some the music dudes MySpace URL.
There were about 10 girls in my dorm room including me and it was smushed. At least I got a top bunk, though.
But we only really got four days at camp. Because we spent half of Monday driving there and half of Friday driving back. Soooo....four days.

Anyway, I'll see ya later.

Peace,
~amee

Boredom...and smoothies

At church again. Have I ever mentioned that they make AWESOME frappucinos? Well they do. I usully order XOXs. [Oreo Explosions] So yummy. In fact, I think I'll go order one now. ;)

Catch ya lata.

~Amee

*******************

I walked by the display for sunglasses at a Super Mart, looking for some that are thick enough. Damian waited beside me, and I could feel the tense vibes rolling off him. Keep your pants on, I thought. He always hated being with people, other than me and the guys.
I found the right pair, and bought them over at the self-check out line. we dashed out of there and met the others at the back of the store.
"That was fast," Luke said. "You know, for a girl."
I felt like whacking him.
It was past midnight and we started toward our old run-down house that everybody in the town thought was haunted. Those weenies.
Actually, the five of us-me, Izzy; Damian; Samm; Luke; Ashton-thought it was ironic that we were staying in a house that was inhabited by bats. You'll find out why later.
It took us about a minute to get there. We came down through the chimney we had renovated and into the living room. I always liked looking at it.It's where the bats stayed, except for one, which seems to really like my room. Which is fine by me. as long as, you know, it hangs by the garbage.
I sat over by Samm, who was sprawled over the couch, like always. He looked over at me. "Watcha buy?" he asked groggily. Samm was always the last one awake.
"New shades," I answered, and ruffled his too-long hair.
Samm was the youngest out of everyone, only twelve, and i treated him like a little brother. Though he wasn't related to me at all. None of them were, actually.
So, why are we, four thirteen-year-olds and one twelve-year-old, living together in the same house with no parental supervision and an obvious reversed sleeping schedule?
We're on the run, duh.
Okay, well, not duh, but...
Whatever.

Soooooo Hoooooot...

You'd think that living in Texas, I'd be used to the heat by now.

But I'm not.

Anyway.

I had to walk all the way over to the library in this heat. And now I'm typing with one hand, using the other to hold my head up. Yeah, I know, lazy me. Oh, well.

It occurred to me that I really need to get a computer. preferably with high-speed internet.

-sigh- One can only dream.

In other news, my freaky brain has come up with two more story ideas. So, you can skip the red posts.

Wow...

I didn't realize that the story was that long. I kept having to scroll down...and down...and down...
-slaps myself-
Whatever.

People keep looking depressed. It bothers me. I'm always the one who's depressed. If, you know, there's anyone depressed in the area.

I'm at LNF again. (I decided to call it that now. I also recently found out that it stands for Lost 'N' Found.) James the drummer graduated, so he's probably going off to college. Or he could make a living drumming. That would be cool...

Anyway.

I bought new shoes at Wal-Mart yesterday. Well, actually, Mom bought them for me, but, same dif. They're really cool, but I had to walk all the to church in them. Jeez, I sound like a baby. But it kinda is hard to walk 4 blocks in shoes that have a 2 inch heel. (No, they're not high heels. I call them clodhoppers.) They are lined with fur on the inside. They'reblack with little jewely thingies. I think they're totally awesome. But that's just me. Haha.

I just noticed that I talk about the most trivial-tedious, and if you don't know that, look it up-of things. I sound like that character on Family Guy, Meg. The forgotten and ugly daughter. Oh, well.

Here's a funny song-

joy to the world,
the teacher's dead,
we barbecued her head!
what did we do with the body,
we flushed it down the potty,
and round and round it goes,
and round and round it goes,
and round and round,
and round and round it goes!

I honestly think something's wrong with me.

The Legend

So the picture worked. Is it very big? No. Does it look very mysterious? No. But how about this?



What's the big deal, you might ask. Well, other than the fact that there is a freaking door above the ground, nothing at all.



Yes, in this house, there are doors leading outside, to windows and to nowhere. There are stairs that are the same. I'm just gonna copy and paste the story. but I'm giving credit to http://www.prairieghosts.com/winchester.html so no one can sue me now!

Our story begins in September 1839 with the birth of a baby girl to Leonard and Sarah Pardee of New Haven, Connecticut. The baby’s name was also Sarah and as she reached maturity, she became the belle of the city. She was well-received at all social events, thanks to her musical skills, her fluency in various foreign languages and her sparkling charm. Her beauty was also well-known by the young men about town, despite her diminutive size. Although she was petite and stood only four feet, ten inches, she made up for this in personality and loveliness.


At the same time that Sarah was growing up, a young man was also maturing in another prominent New Haven family. The young man’s name was William Wirt Winchester and he was the son of Oliver Winchester, a shirt manufacturer and businessman. In 1857, he took over the assets of a firm which made the Volcanic Repeater, a rifle that used a lever mechanism to load bullets into the breech.

Obviously, this type of gun was a vast improvement over the muzzle-loading rifles of recent times, but Winchester still saw room for advance. In 1860, the company developed the Henry Rifle, which had a tubular magazine located under the barrel. Because it was easy to reload and could fire rapidly, the Henry was said to average one shot every three seconds. It became the first true repeating rifle and a favorite among the Northern troops at the outbreak of the Civil War.

Money began to pour in and Oliver Winchester soon amassed a large fortune from government contracts and private sales. He re-organized the company and changed the name to the Winchester Repeating Arms Company. The family prospered and on September 30, 1862, at the height of the Civil War, William Wirt Winchester and Sarah Pardee were married in an elaborate ceremony in New Haven.

Four years later, on July 15, 1866, Sarah gave birth to a daughter named Annie Pardee Winchester. Just a short time later, the first disaster struck for Sarah, as her daughter contracted an illness known as "marasmus", a children’s disease in which the body wastes away. The infant died on July 24. Sarah was so shattered by this event that she withdrew into herself and teetered on the edge of madness for some time. In the end, it would be nearly a decade before she returned to her normal self but she and William would never have a another child.

Not long after Sarah returned to her family and home, another tragedy struck. William, now heir to the Winchester empire, was struck down with pulmonary tuberculosis. He died on March 7, 1881. As a result of his death, Sarah inherited over 20 million dollars, an incredible sum, especially in those days. She also received 48.9 percent of the Winchester Repeating Arms Company and an income of about $1000 per day, which was not taxable until 1913.

But her new-found wealth could do nothing to ease her pain. Sarah grieved deeply, not only for her husband, but also for her lost child. A short time later, a friend suggested that Sarah might speak to a Spiritualist medium about her loss. "Your husband is here," the medium told her and then went on to provide a description of William Winchester. "He says for me to tell you that there is a curse on your family, which took the life of he and your child. It will soon take you too. It is a curse that has resulted from the terrible weapon created by the Winchester family. Thousands of persons have died because of it and their spirits are now seeking vengeance."

Sarah was then told that she must sell her property in New Haven and head towards the setting sun. She would be guided by her husband and when she found her new home in the west, she would recognize it. "You must start a new life," said the medium, "and build a home for yourself and for the spirits who have fallen from this terrible weapon too. You can never stop building the house. If you continue building, you will live. Stop and you will die."

Shortly after the seance, Sarah sold her home in New Haven and with a vast fortune at her disposal, moved west to California. She believed that she was guided by the hand of her dead husband and she did not stop traveling until she reached the Santa Clara Valley in 1884. Here, she found a six room home under construction which belonged to a Dr. Caldwell. She entered into negotiations with him and soon convinced him to sell her the house and the 162 acres which it rested on. She tossed away any previous plans for the house and started building whatever she chose to. She had her pick of local workers and craftsmen and for the next 36 years, they built and rebuilt, altered and changed and constructed and demolished one section of the house after another. She kept 22 carpenters at work, year around, 24 hours each day. The sounds of hammers and saws sounded throughout the day and night.

As the house grew to include 26 rooms, railroad cars were switched onto a nearby line to bring building materials and imported furnishings to the house. The house was rapidly growing and expanding and while Sarah claimed to have no master plan for the structure, she met each morning with her foreman and they would go over the her hand-sketched plans for the day’s work. The plans were often chaotic but showed a real flair for building. Sometimes though, they would not work out the right way, but Sarah always had a quick solution. If this happened, they would just build another room around an existing one.

As the days, weeks and months passed, the house continued to grow. Rooms were added to rooms and then turned into entire wings, doors were joined to windows, levels turned into towers and peaks and the place eventually grew to a height of seven stories. Inside of the house, three elevators were installed as were 47 fireplaces. There were countless staircases which led nowhere; a blind chimney that stops short of the ceiling; closets that opened to blank walls; trap doors; double-back hallways; skylights that were located one above another; doors that opened to steep drops to the lawn below; and dozens of other oddities. Even all of the stair posts were installed upside-down and many of the bathrooms had glass doors on them.

It was also obvious that Sarah was intrigued by the number "13". Nearly all of the windows contained 13 panes of glass; the walls had 13 panels; the greenhouse had 13 cupolas; many of the wooden floors contained 13 sections; some of the rooms had 13 windows and every staircase but one had 13 steps. This exception is unique in its own right.... it is a winding staircase with 42 steps, which would normally be enough to take a climber up three stories. In this case, however, the steps only rise nine feet because each step is only two inches high.

While all of this seems like madness to us, it all made sense to Sarah. In this way, she could control the spirits who came to the house for evil purposes, or who were outlaws or vengeful people in their past life. These bad men, killed by Winchester rifles, could wreak havoc on Sarah’s life. The house had been designed into a maze to confuse and discourage the bad spirits.

The house continued to grow and by 1906, it had reached a towering seven stories tall. Sarah continued her occupancy, and expansion, of the house, living in melancholy solitude with no one other than her servants, the workmen and, of course, the spirits. It was said that on sleepless nights, when she was not communing with the spirit world about the designs for the house, Sarah would play her grand piano into the early hours of the morning. According to legend, the piano would be admired by passers-by on the street outside, despite the fact that two of the keys were badly out of tune.

The most tragic event occurred within the house when the great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906 struck. When it was all over, portions of the Winchester Mansion were nearly in ruins. The top three floors of the house had collapsed into the gardens and would never be rebuilt. In addition, the fireplace that was located in the Daisy Room (where Mrs. Winchester was sleeping on the night of the earthquake) collapsed, shifting the room and trapping Sarah inside. She became convinced that the earthquake had been a sign from the spirits who were furious that she had nearly completed the house. In order to insure that the house would never be finished, she decided to board up the front 30 rooms of the mansion so that the construction would not be complete - and also so that the spirits who fell when portion of the house collapsed would be trapped inside forever.

For the next several months, the workmen toiled to repair the damage done by the earthquake, although actually the mammoth structure had fared far better than most of the buildings in the area. Only a few of the rooms had been badly harmed, although it had lost the highest floors and several cupolas and towers had toppled over. The expansion on the house began once more. The number of bedrooms increased from 15 to 20 and then to 25. Chimneys were installed all over the place, although strangely, they served no purpose. Some believe that perhaps they were added because the old stories say that ghosts like to appear and disappear through them. On a related note, it has also been documented that only 2 mirrors were installed in the house.... Sarah believed that ghosts were afraid of their own reflection.

On September 4, 1922, after a conference session with the spirits in the seance room, Sarah went to her bedroom for the night. At some point in the early morning hours, she died in her sleep at the age of 83. She left all of her possessions to her niece, Frances Marriot, who had been handling most of Sarah’s business affairs for some time. Little did anyone know, but by this time, Sarah’s large bank account had dwindled considerably. Rumor had it that somewhere in the house was hidden a safe containing a fortune in jewelry and a solid-gold dinner service with which Sarah had entertained her ghostly guests. Her relatives forced open a number of safes but found only old fishlines, socks, newspaper clippings about her daughter’s and her husband’s deaths, a lock of baby hair, and a suit of woolen underwear. No solid gold dinner service was ever discovered.

The furnishings, personal belongings and surplus construction and decorative materials were removed from the house and the structure itself was sold to a group of investors who planned to use it as a tourist attraction. One of the first to see the place when it opened to the public was Robert L. Ripley, who featured the house in his popular column, "Believe it or Not." The house was initially advertised as being 148 rooms, but so confusing was the floor plan that every time a room count was taken, a different total came up. The place was so puzzling that it was said that the workmen took more than six weeks just to get the furniture out of it. The moving men became so lost because it was a "labyrinth", they told the magazine, American Weekly, in 1928. It was a house "where downstairs leads neither to the cellar nor upstairs to the roof." The rooms of the house were counted over and over again and five years later, it was estimated that 160 rooms existed..... although no one is really sure if even that is correct.

Today, the house has been declared a California Historical Landmark and is registered with the National Park Service as "a large, odd dwelling with an unknown number of rooms."

Most would say that such a place must still harbor at least a few of the ghosts who came to reside there at the invitation of Sarah Winchester. The question is though, do they really haunt the place? Some would say that perhaps no ghosts ever walked there at all.... that the Winchester mansion is nothing more than the product of an eccentric woman’s mind and too much wealth being allowed into the wrong hands.
There is no question that we can regard the place as one of the world’s "largest haunted houses", based on nothing more than the legend of the place alone. Is this a case where we need to draw the line between what is a real haunted spot .... and what is a really great story?

Is the Winchester Mansion really haunted? You will have to decide that for yourself, although some people have already made up their minds.

There have been a number of strange events reported at the Winchester House for many years and they continue to be reported today. Dozens of psychics have visited the house over the years and most have come away convinced, or claim to be convinced, that spirits still wander the place. In addition to the ghost of Sarah Winchester, there have also been many other sightings throughout the years.

In the years that the house has been open to the public, employees and visitors alike have had unusual encounters here. There have been footsteps; banging doors; mysterious voices; windows that bang so hard they shatter; cold spots; strange moving lights; doorknobs that turn by themselves.... and don’t forget the scores of psychics who have their own claims of phenomena to report.

Obviously, these are all of the standard reports of a haunted house... but are the stories merely wishful thinking? Reports of ghosts and spirits to continue the tradition of Sarah Winchester’s bizarre legacy? Or could the stories be true? Was the house really built as a monument to the dead? Do phantoms still lurk in the maze-like corridors of the Winchester Mystery House?

I urge you to visit the house if you should ever get the chance. Perhaps that would be the best time to answer the questions that I have just posed to you. I can promise that you will find not another piece of American architecture like the Winchester mansion....

And who knows what else you might find while you’re there?

Awesomeness!

I just read over the last post and have come to the conclusion that I am somewhat bipolar. oh, well.

On a more positive note, it is the first official day of summer!!! Yea!!! The only sad thing is- I've been in school for so long, I can't even wrap my mind around the fact that i have 3 months of sleeping in. i know, pathetic. I'll just get used to it.

And, 3 months without school means 3 months without homework, or early nights. And also my....-sigh- Rootbeer problems. If I havn't mentioned it before, it's my nickname for the little project that my friend, Dani, is doing. She's trying to set me up with a boy in our class, though it's never gonna work. He's just...too quiet. And weird. And funny-talking.

But i won't dwell on depressing crap like that. Cuz it's summa!!! Woo-hoo!

Not that I'm going anywhere. One of my friends is gonna go see the Winchester Mansion. Awesome, I know. Some people have all the luck. And if it works, you should be able to see a picture of the Winchester Mansion below.

I'm back...again.

Whatever.

I've been thinking about how Benjamin Franklin wanted the national bird to be the turkey. But the rest of the Founding Fathers were all like, "Hey, man, we're gonna make a majestic country. Ain't gonna be no turkeys here."

Okay, so they didn't actually say it like that. But you get me.

And blah blah blah the eagle ends up being the eagle.

You guys are prob'ly wondering what this stupid babble has to do with anything. Well, honestly, it has to do with the fact that, here in the good ol' USA, we're a bunch of turkeys.

Yeah, ya heard me. Sue me for treason-I dare you-because, honestly, we are no eagles. Maybe Ben Franky had a precognitive ability. They probably were eagles back in the 1700's, but not now. Definitely not now.

Nowadays we're just a bunch of lying, stealing, self-preserving bullies. We have nothing to stand for. Well, most of us, anyway. A few of us are good. Innocent. And all the other synonyms for that.

A lot of us are cowards. Bigots. Stupid. And just plain mean.

Well, I've gotta go. That's depressing enough for me.

peace til war wages,

Amee.

Sup?

Well, it's certainly been a few weeks. Things certainly havn't changed-except I have to take a TAKS test two days in a row starting tomorrow...
And i have to do a report on all the invertebrates due Friday, so...yeah.

But right now I am listenin' to Switchfoot. Awakening. It's awesome-as is everything else I listen to. Haha.

I've been workin' on my drumming, too. I can now roll pretty good on the bells. I'm still workin' on my 5 stroke roll and a little on my buzz strokes.

g2g.

NUMBER TWO!!!!

As you can see, this post obviously means something.
It is the second post from my Wednesday church, which I recently discovered was called the First Assembly of God. When I realized, I cracked up. If you can figure out why, kudos to you. If you can't, well, I'm not gonna demean this awesomely cool and fun House of God.
Okay, here's a hint: abbreviate.
On a more positive and less homophobic note, I finished Maximum Ride: the Final Warning a few minutes ago and I must tell you, it is good. I definitely recommend it for all you people who haven't yet saved the world with Max. Well, not before you read the first three first.
Wow. That was weird.

Anyway, gotta go. Gotta work on my friend's new MySpace that I set up for her today. I must tell you- it is sweet.

I hope everyone around me goes to Heaven so they won't bother me in my afterlife.

Peace 'til the war wages,
~Amee~

Bored Outta My Mind

Yeah, the title's right. B-o-o-o-o-red.
I'm actually at Fang's Blog. Then I saw the Join The Flock button and I'm looking on ask.com for a face. I know that's wrong, but I don't have my own camera.
Peace.

_Amee

Finally!

Today I just realized that I could buy a ticket for a PG-13 movie without my mom. Sweet!
In other news, I think I might've gotten Danielle off my back with the whole Wiil thing. Crap, it wasn't even a thing. Anyways,I told her I liked somebody else, which wasn't totally a lie, but not the whole truth either.
I confuse myself sometimes...
I actually don't know if I like him yet, which is so pathetic, because how could you not know if you liked someone? I do believe that I am the stupidest blonde on Earth.
Anyways...
Kudos to myself, by the way. This is my first post from the my Wednesday church*. Any church, in fact. (I actually like this church better, but I'm not gonna tell Ann 'cause she might throw one of her crying fits.)
Reasons for the Last Statement-
O This church plays angry music, not the slow stuff the Sunday church* usually plays.
O Pastor Ryan is soo freakin' funny. Like really, you should hear his sermons. (He dogs a guy named Jason. He wears girl clothes. Haha.)
O They make awesome fraps. My personal fave is their XOX. (Oreo Explosion)

I think I should make a signature note. Something cool and inspirational at the same time, but not dorky.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm... I can't come up with anything right now.

In class we had an easy day-beside from the fact that we reviewed probability in Math and Chapter 19 in Science- because the 5th graders had a TAKS test. Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills. Wow.


Gotta go now. On an end note. Here's my quotes-
O When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.
O Blonds will someday rule the world.


Bye!








* the churches aren't really called that. That's just how I distinguish between them. I go to Mary's on Wednesday, and Ann's on Sunday.

My Chemical Romance

Awesome band. Seriously check it out. When you get past the growling/screaming type of singing, it's really pretty good. I recommend Teenagers.
My class is doing this stock market project where it's like you buy stocks and crap. It's really boring, prob'ly because I have negative $3,000. Yeah, I am so not being a stockholder when I grow up.
I will now forever hate Ghandi. Yeah, i'm so freakin' horrible to hate a world-renown (?) peacemaker. Well, we were reading the book with my teacher's giant computer screen and In-Focus. It said that Ghandi married a 13-year-old girl when he was also 13. And Mrs. B just has to say, "That would be like Will marrying Amee."
God, I wanted to hide under a mountain. I was apparently showing my ability to blush a deep red color, since Travis said something along the lines of,"Jeez, Amee, you're blushing a lot!"
Can we say hate?
i couldn't look at Will the rest of the day. Not that I looked at him much, but I averted-ha! Take that, Mrs. B!- his face. Things are still a little awkward.
Things have been awkward since my friend keeps saying that I should ask him out or she'd ask him for me. I tell her i don't like Will, and she keeps saying "You can't deny your feelings!" What a spaz.
And Travis agrees with her. The other day I was muttering about how much I hate Will and Danielle, and Travis said, "Why?" Then he obviously put 2 and 2 together and smiled one of his toothy smiles. He said he agreed with Danielle.
Again, can we say hate?
Ann laughed. Mary grimaced. Gabrielle eyed me warily, like she was afraid I might need to punch the wall. Alexis asked me why I didn't like Will.
Here you go, Lexi-

• He talks funny, like European funny.
• He has a freaky-deaky haircut.
• He's too damn pale.
• And skinny.
• He's also a psychotic freak. Honestly, who draws on themselves? Ok-well, I do but...
• Will would not be classified as cute, hot, or sexy. No offense.

Those are my reasons. Don't like 'em? Too damn bad. There are no sexy boys at my school!!!

It sucks.

And of it is Will who is reading this- didn't mean to hurt your feelings. OK?

Sup?

I'm back, and am now 13!
Cool, ain't it?
I got a hundred bucks for my birthday, and I'm gonna sneak off tomorrow with Mom so I can prob'ly blow it all in one day. I also have a few new ideas for books that i'm gonna post on my next post.
I'm on my Myspace right now, doin' crap, talkin' to foreigners.

Ugh...Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day, Amee!
This is what people at school said to me today. Ick.
I hate Valentine's Day. I don't know why, I just do. Peopel are all like, Will you be my Valentine? And then the girls are all like, Oo-hoo, I will because I think you're cute!! It's just so sickening. I don't think that these little hormone-infested beings know one little thing about actual love!
Not that I do, either, I'm just more mature than anyone else in my class. It's true. The only thing they worry about is who will win the softball game and who likes who and what goes best with this pink top?
It's all so sickening, like... a bubble gum snow cone.
The first time you ever have a bubble gum snow cone is the best ever. It's like you never want to eat anything else for as long as you live. So you wait for the next time the snow cone truck comes down your block. You order it again. And again. The fourth time you eat it, it starts getting sickening to your stomach, but you don't really realize it. Why would it taste nasty? you ask yourself. This is the best thing in the world! So you keep ordering it. Then, when it tastes so disgusting, you wonder, Why the hell am I eating this? and never go anywhere near a bubble gum snow cone again.
At first, you liked passing out valentines and being all cheery, just like you liked the snow cone. Then you realize that you are kinda getting sick of it, but you delude yourself into thinking that you actually liked it. Then, you finally come to your senses and start avoiding it altogether.

See what I mean?

New Stuff

Whenever you guys see purple writing, that's just some ideas for a book I might write someday. It might suck, so don't complain to me after you read it because I just warned you. And I totally would understand if you just skipped over it completely, it might dissolve your eyes.

Who wants a kid?!

God, I hate my family!
I just came back from my Ann's birthday party this morning, and my mom asks if I was planning to go to the movies tomorrow or the next day. Then she drops the bomb that my sis was gonna go, too.
I'll admit, I was angry. Every time me and my mom want to go somewhere, she has to come along. She just needs to get her own damn friends, go her own damn places, and get a fucking life!
Then my mom tells me that my little sister was gonna come, too. But the last time we had tto drag her to the movies, she got bored and started squawking so we had to leave! Plus, she's sick. She has a stuffy nose and keeps whining like all little 4 year olds.
And my grammy was gonna come, also. And when I got mad And told my mom that every time we wanted to go somewhere, somebody else had to come along, my gramma said that I just didn't want her to come. Um, hello? Not everything revolves arond you!
She's always saying stuff like that. My grammy, I mean. That I just don't want her arond. God, she's so stuck up.
Then my mom starts saying how it's always after I come home from Ann's house that I'm a bitch. Well, she doesn't say that, but she means it.
I'm not. The just choose to piss me off after I had a good day. They're mad because I have a life that doesn't involve them, and they can't handle it.
I know that sounds like a load of shit, but it's the truth.

Oh My God!

Heath Ledger died!!!!
And no, I wasn't saying that happily, either.
He was a hot, sexy, Australian actor who died of an overdose of sleeping pills at 28. But mostly the hot, sexy, Australian part. It's sooo not fair!
Everyone I love dies!!!
[people back off]
Okay, that was a little melodamatic, I admit, but it's sad. He was at the prime of his career: shooting for a movie, trying to get into directing, had a 17 month old daughter. And then he goes and dies.
Personally, I think it was a murder made to look like an accidental overdose, but I bet I'm the only one who thought of that. Yep, that's creepy me.
Now I bet The Dark Knight will be the most watched movie this year.

Anyways...

School is going real great. I'm not as depressed any more, and I'm reading the Brothers' Grimm collection of fairy tales.
Wait...
Brothers' Grimm was a movie...
Heath Ledger was in it...
Heath Ledger died.

Waaaaaaaahhh!!! T_T
Sorry...

Okay, anyway, this stupid computer won't let me get on Myspace. I so wish I had a laptop. I also heard that one of my friends has a blog, but I don't know where...
I have to go to a birthday party tomorrow. It's gonna rock. My friend is turning fourteen.

Well, I'll go now.

~Amee

Hey...

Benn a while now. Well to the people that actually read this.
Whatever.
I have to go in, like, 4 minutes. Here's what's goin' on-

• I have new seating (I don't like it in Science & Math.).
• I have a few troubles.

Anyway, talk more later.

:]