First of all, I blam this weeken’s outcomes on Frankie and Spencer, but mostly Spencer, though it was ultimately Frankie fault.

Here’s what I mean.

So, Franklin and I were meandering through the halways avoiding people telling us what to do which inevitably involved running up stairs (ugh),and we passed by Spencer, Alex and Dave, also known as boob guy, who I happened to be in lust with. For lack of a better word anyway. So yeah, we passed them, and Frankie was all “ooooohhh he is here.” and then he put my arm in a death clamp with his elbow and swung us around. I didn’t really want to talk to him, so I eventually ended up on the floor, arm still in a death clamp. Then Frankie sees Alex and says “Hey alex, help me get her to talk ot the guy she likes and alex is like “Who?” And Frankie nods to him and Alex puts his hand up for a high five, and I slap it away, then find my other arm in a death clamp by skinny-but-strong Alex. Obviously with my luck before Ican struggle away, Spencer notices and grabs one of my frigging feet, and then tells Dave to do so to my other foot and he’s all No, I’m not that mean.” Then looks at me and ss “Well, I can’t miss out on this so then they are dragging me, pointlessly across the floor until I aim for Spencer’s…uh guess, and he lets go and I stand and, with fury in my ees, and, if not for te tow ever present death clamps around my arms would have killed Spencer. But then Alex lets go, but not Franklin and gayjew says ” Hey, boobguy, she wants to talk to you,” and blah blah blah nothing much happens, Dave goes to rounds and we leave for the oncession stand where I freak about being dagged across the frigging floor.

I hate it when people do that. A lot. But anyways…

 Then later that day, Grace (Tallorange Teacr’s daughter, she’s nice) comes over and says something about how Spencer, idget that he is told dve about my crush-like-thing and I really wanted to kill ihm because that’s st not how it works. No.  like guy, guy falls in love with me, funny cloud formations&hearts, blah blah, will prolly end up dumping him ’cause I’m kinda flighty like that. Free bird and all that jazz.

And I tell Spencer this and he’s all “Yeah, but you’re hapy about it right, An dammint I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t. Damn. So the next day I was, as always, on Consessions, and guess who shows up! Yeah, I hope you get that. And so He was totally hitting on me while I was working, saying he liked my shirt, and basically how I’m super sexy, ’cause I totally am,  and then Frankie comes back and is all “Boob guy come back” ’cause he dosen’t believe I actually had a conversation with him,ugh, and everyone was behind the counter after lunch, including him and the water cooler thingy as the only place to sit, but just everyone had to have soda/water, so he was sitting on my lap, and then I had to go make popcorn, so after that I ended up sitting on his lap, then other people left and I got my chair and we were talking and I said I’m such a band nerd and guess what.

We play the same instrument in band.

Pretty cool, huh? Well, I thought so ’cause I’m all *Band.*

So then we were all working for the between-rounds- rush and he left, then frankie and I and this other girl were walking and I didn’t want to do stairs, so we didn’t go with Frankie, and Grace saw us and was all “Smile, Wink* and left us alone and then we were sitting by some staris, and Frankie came rantiing about how I abandoned him or something. We stayed there for a few minutes, and then left and we ended up in the ROTC hallway and then Frankie had to go get cards for people signed so we were all alone in this semi-creepy ROTC hallway by the vending machines, which happen to be everywhere. And we have like nothing to say at all so he starts, like, putting moves on me or something and then random ROTC guys and debate people are just showing up randomly at moments, so then we’re all just walking to an even more deserted part of the hallway that ends up being a total dead end, but there is this place, right next to the stairs that is vacant and can’t be seen from any angle than directly in front of it or from going up the stairs on the left side, and then I was standing in ths corner and he was in front of me and then he puts his arm around my waist and just kinda kisses me. Like quickly all experimental kinda and I’m all “I’m such a loser,” and he asks why I say that and I say “’cause that’s a first.” and he’s all “First what?” “First kiss.” “Oh. Awesome.” And then we’re like making out for like 5 minutes and this guy comes running down the ROTC hall and we all scatter or w/e and the random dude is all “Hey, dave, have you seen this one guy, ’cause we’re playing hide and seek and there is nowhere to hide on this level.” And then he leaves and Dave asks how my first kiss was or w/e and I say it was ‘very nice’ and he says “akward?” and I say no and then after something else is said and then he gives me some shit about not wanting a gf ’cause he just dosen’t work well with girlfriends or something and he asks if I’m ok with that and in all honesty I don’t believe in friends with benefit or makeout partners or w/e(he never actually uses any of those terms to my face ’cause he IS a nice guy, he’s just…stupid.) and so I say “Actually no, I’m not.” And then we’re like leaving and he asks me if I hate him. “A little bit.”

See I wouldn’t have been so depressed when Spencer encountered me all alone if a) I wasn’t tired and b) if I felt I hadn’t been led on. So, yeah, Spencer adn I go to the back staris and talk and he’s all “I told you he didn’t want a serious realtionship” and “He likes you, he just knows long-distance relationships don’t work,” and the worst, “Hey, at least you finally got kissed.”And then Zack and Chris came to the back staris and saw me and spencer and thought we were together and it was funny ’cause ew. But here’s the thing. There is no actual proof he liked me, ’cause people in debate lie like no others so for all I know I’m just some random freshmen he pretended to like all day so he could make out with me or somehting, which is most likely true and so I feel like total shit and I can’t stop thinking about how I shouldn’t have said “Actually no, I’m not.” ‘Cause I think I really screwed up there. Soi now I wish I hadn’t done that, and I wish I wasn’t just some random freshmen chick that matters not to his junior ass. And then after the meet ended officially and Dave left Grace asked me about if we were together and I said “No.” And told her all about the ROTC hallway thing and she asked if he was a good kisser and I said “Not really at all” (Sorry for saying that, I had no background info about that, I mean how the hell would I know,right?”) and then I said he was kind of and asshole, but It was probably just me ’cause I felt all rejected.

Ugh.

So I blame Spencer and all guys are idiots and I broke up with Cameron, obviously, and so now he’s gunna hermit himself ’cause he was like in love with me, so now I have to come up with plan “MDLMSHRWAMHM” (Make dave like me so he realizes what a mistake he made.) And I will conspire with Spencer and stuff and w/e.

So far I’ve gotten every guy I ever really wanted, So I’m on a winning streak. Hope it still works. Karama’s gunna kill me for typing that. Or punish me or something.

 Sorry Karma. Sorry Cameron. I know I kinda cheated on you with a guy I’d known for like 4 hours, but I did more with him in those 4 hours than I did with you in 4 months. Forgive me, if you ever do happen to find out. Sorry I broke your heart as well. Sorry I blamed Spencer and Frankie even thought it was my fault for being stupid. Sorry I’m being all bipolar in his post. Sorry I went to Spencer for comfort before you Frankie. Sorry I called Dave and asshole even though he’s a nice guy.

 Damn, that was a lot to apologize to.

First thing; Frankie’s parents figured out he’s gay. Took them long enough. It took and essay on Gay Marraige [pro] and a laminated picture of a guy to get it through their thick skulls, but they put two and two together. 

And then Frankie had a fic I wrote [Freddy/Zack, School of Rock, Missmurder83, Fanfiction.net] Called ‘Afraid of the Dark’, on his wall, and his dad found it and hates me now because of my fuckin screen name.

How stupid is that.

I’m sorry it isn’t fluffyponiesandbunnies or rainbowsandponiesandmyspaceohmy or even jesusismyheroevenmoresothanponiesandbunniesandmyspaceohmy.

But Seriously, it’s based on a song. By AFI, given, and it’s about a murderous girl, but really. I like me Venusatpeace screen name better anyway.

Yeah, so now they are trying to cram religion down his throat, and all that  kinda stuff. Pshaw.

So I’m his ‘gay support’ ’cause i’m all ‘you be gay-er than you’ve ever been before and stuff, it’s who I am. I support the rainbow. Don’t ride it though. I’m starting a GSA at KW if they don’t have one ’cause Wyoming is full of homophobic bastards and redknecks all over the damn place.

*sigh*

I’m moving to Canada anyway. Unfortunately not in the near future.

Ok, other Drama.

U’m kinda pissed at Cameron right now. ‘Cause he’s pissed in general. And he didn’t tell me and ugh. He’s impossible.

I was txting him earlier, and after like the first two messages he shows his pissed-offedness. UGH, he drives me CRAZY.

‘Cause he wouldn’t tell me and he’s always afraid of screwing up and he’s totally clueless about EVERYTHING that isn’t FFR, DDR, GH, FF, Pokemon and Yughio and he dos stupid stunts that could get him killed, and he walks around for miles in 20 degree weather and is always so difficult and he make no sense EVER. EVER EVER EVER. EVER. It pisses me off.

‘Cause he is too fucking difficult to figure out.

Amanda I get, Frankie I get, Rhonda I get, NORMAL people I get.

But CAMERON.

UGH.

I mean, he contradicts himself, kinda of like a hypocrite, but not as drastic. And I can never get a good picture of him and he has drastic split personalities ALL THE TIME.

UGH.

I’m gunna go now.

’cause I’m pissed.

Grr.

DO NOT DISTURB.

It’s kinda short. So you aren’t alone Sushee. But it’s not that short. Way shorter than it was though, I feel like I chopped off half my frigging hair.  But anyway, it’s really emo-ish, with layers and bangs and blackness, and I’m going to streak it w/ reddish brown tomorrow.

Fuuuuuuuuuun. And if I don’t like it, I’m dying it black again. I’m excited. It’s different.

I’m actually really different looking now, I kinda spraled into another style change over break. Now it’s headbands, short hair, bright hiar accesories, and even brihter and crazier eye makeup. Right now I’m wearing blue blending into purple. Awesome.

So here’s a pic of my new hair..kinda, it’s more of an emo pic of me in which I have my new hair. You can see the bangs anyway…

Sorry for the low quality, I had to resize it like 3 times. Ugh, stupid crappy photo paint thing. I wish I had photoshop.

So yeah, today was busy. I spent half of it up by the mall, eating lunch at Mongolian Grill, which is AWESOME btw, then went to Wallmart to wait for my hair app., then got my hair cut, felt kinda bald w/o all my georgeous goddess hair. It’s still goddess hair though.

Came home, ate pizza, ‘rents went to some dinner party thing at Lathrop.

Yup, so interesting day. I’m gunna go play w/ my hair now, I think.

I find myself somewhat of a emo hair exprert now. I’ve done my research.

Yeah, so I’m officially hair obsessed. OFICIALLY. Oh well.

Again: Not ME!!! And agian, more to come. I plan to edit this post later.

This goes to all of you out there over 25 or w/e and writing and making websites about emo kids.

This is why our emo culture is totally being faded by the stereotypes and posers and such.

I’ve encountered two types of people tallking about emo on the internet: the adults with no idea what they’re talking about, and kids who actually do know what they are talking about.

I was on a site like 2 minutes ago that really pissed em off because it was obviously just a collaberation of “emo” stuff and they were obviously in it mostly for the ad money. Ads fucking everywhere.

Then there are those ones that say things like ” Emo is a new fad and if you’re over 25, you’ve prolly never heard of it. The music is loud and screaming, hair like the new mullet, multi colored, pants are tight, black is a musyt, straight hair is a must.” blah blah blah.

But that isn’t what emo is. Emo ~to me~ is just seeing the darker side to things and talking about issues most peple don’t want to discuss, and it’s about being yourself. Expression, individuality. But it IS a fad to most people, so they just copy what they see on the internet.

*sigh*

Adults on Fox news did a report on Emo/Scene kids that was totally stereotypical. It pissed me off that they are making what it really is look bad.

EMO IS NOT THE NEW MULLET FOR FATE’S SAKE!!!

Goddamn that makes me angry.

So anyway, adults ruin everything for genuine people. ‘Cause they are afraid of us I guess. Afriad to express themselves.

I pity them greatly.

So, I’m obsessed with hair as you know, so I’ve spent countless hours in the night kinda researching it or w/e.  Mostly emo/scene hair. I’m getting my haircut Saturday I hope. And I’m gunna streak it.

I want to streak it blonde, but our retarted school won’t let me.  Because it’s “unnatural.”

W/E.

It’s basically discrimination. ‘Cause every other haircolor can be streaked blonde, except black. Discrimination aainst black hair. Right? ‘Cause it undeniably is. It pisses me off that a bunch of forty year olds with dry as hell icybrown colored hair can decide what’s “unnatural.”

Mr. Mrs. Vulmer’s hair is terrible. I want to rip it from her skull. It’s disgusting. I’d be doing the worrld a favor. And girls can’t cut their hair short, but look at our teachers. Our frigging principle. W/e.

And guys can’t have long hair. I swear, our school needs a wake up call.

 WELCOME TO THE 21ST CENTURY, PLEASE!! 2008!!!

It’s really rather infuriating. Grr.

So anyway, I’m making Youtube videos, ’cause I frigging can, I guess.

I’ll prolly put them up on here later, when they are DONE.

Yeah, so there’s ur update. Hope you enjoyed.

Cam in his ridiculous Haliburton, red, reflective, jump suit. I’ve only seen him wearing a shirt under it once…

Alex waving…

Rachel P. has the toilotte….

Back up friend Zeemo…

My bff Franklin at school…

Happy X-Mas, Christams, Haunaka (spelled it wrong, I know, sorry), Quwanza, Yule, or wtf/e else you celebrate emo kid.

Yeah, pictures rock. Steal them if you must. but they are mine, I took them all.

Yes, I made the cookie. It was delicious…

And emo-y.

LOLZ.

I’m thinking if iI can keep my grades up next quater, I might join NC debate.  ‘Cause Frankie’s on it and according to pertty much everyone but me thinks I’m pretty good. Guess I am. I just kind of like it. Pretty cool getting to talk up in front of people.

Ugh. I’m all twitchy ~Overstatement, but…~ b/c I haven’t seen Cameron all week, ’cause he’s grounded, nor have I talked to him b/c he has pretty much no phone. It’s driving me MAD. Crazy, on edge, twitchy, jumpy, emotional, demented, violent. All overstatements, but you get my point.

So life is good, other than the whole being crazy. So yeah, everything is all very at peace right now in my world. Of course, I’m usually at peace with myself and the universe, but…

Well  holidays started today.

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Du nu nu nu du nu nu nu, can’t touch this, Du nu nu nu du nu nu nu.

TTLY. I get to go see movies all over the place, and hang with my wicked awesome friends, and update my music collection, hang with the folks, mosh with myself.

SWEET, SWEET FREEDOM.

And I don’t have to go to winter bridges or w/e it’s called.

Yeah, we have like from today to….Jan. 8th? And that’s a half day so….yeah!!!

No more school for a long time!!!!!!!!!!

And I’m gunna go see some movies with Franklin and I WILL do his hair. Some days I can’t help but notice that he does not do a good job getting all the conditioner out of his hair, So I must teach him to o it right, and he will be sooper shxei.

I’m debating weher or not I’m going to set any new years resolutions this year, ’cause I never really follow through with them. They’d probably be something stupid anyway, like “get in shape” or “stop obsessing over really hott sooper shexi guys I’ll prolly never meet in person.”

Bitch please. Don’t make me get my pimp hand out.

LOLz.

Too all of youz readding me blog right now thankx, ya’ll. you rock at life, soccer, cats, pigs, headphones, FFR, GH, HP, soda, phone books and a whole bunch or random stuffz all ova da place.

AND DON’T FORGET TO VIST SUSHEE’S PAGE WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!!!

http://lifeofsushee.wordpress.com/

Yeah!!!

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Spen: So have you tow like *makes really bad motion of making out, but I get it anyway.*

Cat: No, god.

Spence: God, how long has it been?

Cat: Uhhhh….Since like…October?

Spence: Holy Crap, it’s been that long? Have you even like kissed? Once?

Cat: *cough* No…

Spence: Woah, really? Dude, he’s gunna break up with you. I mean I usually do in like an hour.

Cat: *here is where I wanted to say “Well, some people aren’t as shallow as you are they, fat-man?….But I didn’t*

He can’t break up with me. It’s one of his things ’cause he’s so much more in love with me than I am with him, and he knows it. so just leave it alone, ok?

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Ok, yes I know, two months and so many days is a long time for most people but…I dnnno we’re kind of…special circumstances…Like at the end of “Where the Losers Go” by Beth Goobie.

We’ve both been through some pretty…lethal shit really. We’ve both been really suicidal, he was eight when he wanted to kill himself first, I’ve been through stuff I can’t even remember at the moment.

We’re both really weird around people, we fell the need to be really “outgoing” to get people from asking what’s wrong, but when there aren’t any people in need of “Impressing” we’re both totally different. Especially him. Like when he was over at my house…He was really quiet and like playing with my cat…. adorable. I’ve been alone with him once; in my car waiting for my mom to come drive us to get Bri, and then drop him off at home.

So there.

Ugh, then these three kids at school had perscription drugs and took them, so now they are all in trouble. Then the CCA staff thought of an ingenious idea of posting this on flyers they gave out to everyone….

“Today, Dec. 10th, one of our ninth grade students provided two other students with perscription meds.”

WHAT BLITERING IDIOTS.

Is that not proof that they really dislike some of the students? No favorites my ass.  I actually heard roumers and gossip about it in the halls walking back after final bell.

So now they have forced something upon us they say we shouldn’t do; spread roumers.

HEY, CCA, GOOD JOB BEING HYPOCRITICAL BASTARDS!

If there was an award for that, I’d give you top prize.

So stop lecturing us about “ethics” and “morals” and “Treating other people the way you wanted to be treated”~AKA not spreading roumers~ until any of you get the balls to stop fueling them for us.        

Thank you, for starting a roaring fire.

Oh, yeah, and very many thanks for BURNING America’s youth and next few generations.

Congrats.

Imbeciles.

So anyway, Friday night was awesome ’cause I got to spend the majority of it with Cameron. Ok, lemme explain ’cause it was really unplanned and stuff.

We decorated the library on Friday w/ Jenn and Mr. Dude, and like 12 other people. Cameron was there of course, being himself, and eating more pizza than I really thought possible. Well, anyway, that was really fun, ~I have a few pictures~ and I got to go on the ladder and stuff, then we all had to leave ~after one wicked game of Apples to Apples ~ But when we went outside to wait for our rides, Cameron wouldn’t tell me about some stupid bet he made at school,  So I was chasing him and fell in the snow, my jeans got all cold and stuff. *Brrr*

Jenn made us come in though, ’cause it was 20 degrees outside. That’s where I found out Cameron had to walk a mile and a half to a house he refuses to step foot in when no one’s there, ~It’s haunted~ So he’s going to stay outside from eight until his parents got home, around 11, so I got all pissed and, long story short, Jenn and I forced him to get a ride with me, but he had no where to go, so he came home with us.

Who of you figured that out?

And which of you thought something really happened there?

‘Cause you’re wrong.

We sat on my couch for two hours and watched Monk and Psyche.

And Alton Brown’s Good Eats….

I stole his brownie recipe. It’s really good, but I have secret ingredients. It’s home-made and everything. Pretty damn scrumptious. i’m actually making them now. Heavanly.

It’s snowy outside.

Oh, yeah. I saw “Dan in Real Life” And it’s excellent. It’s so awesome. Loved it immensly.

That’s one thing I did. Yup….

I’ll try to start posting more often now.

Happy almost-holidays.