Yay! :D Two things: One: It's getting cold here, and I love cold weather. I'd rather freeze then fry, which is what usually happens here in he South Texas heat. :cigar: I can actually see my breath. It's a miracle. The other thing: I found three baby kittens in my back yard, abandoned, and now I have to take care of them. I know who the mother is; it's an alley cat we've been calling Tidyka (Tie-dee-ka). She's had about five litters, and since she's an untamed, wild cat, we haven't been able to catch her and get her fixed... So she just continues breeding, and then she hides her kittens to where we can't find them, so they soon grow up untamed and have even more kittens... Ugh, my head hurts... Anyway, My parents and I now have to take care of her new litter, which is about three weeks old right now. There's 3 kittens: a white and tabby one (boy), a pastel calico one that looks just like her mother (obviously a girl), and an orange one (boy) that looks just like an unfixed male alley cat that roams around our house, screwing every unfixed female in his wake. So far, the orange alley cat has spawned about... five kittens that you can obviously tell are his seeds. I've had to take care of kittens before, a couple of summers ago, the summer before I entered Junior High. Two abandoned calico kittens, both alive, happy, and healthy to this day. So I've had experience... and my mom's had experience with a gray kitten several years ago (alive, healthy, and happy). So it's no big thng... but they are the loudest kittens I've ever heard. We keep them in a large bin with some towels and a heating pad since they're too young to walk around our house, and if you make a single noise while passing them, they will wake up and start yowling thier heads off. We feed them well, if we fed them any more, they would pop. Thier mother abandoned them in a boat in our back yard my dad was fixing for some guy (it's dirty and trashy with leaves, wood, and PVC pipe piled in it). My mom heard them yowling outside, so I went to investigate, and , lo and behold, there was the three kittens, abandoned in the boat, hungry, cold, and wanting their mommy. By then, my heart had melted and trickled into my socks. So here we are, mixing powdered kitten formula and feeding them. We have no idea what happened to their mom, it's not like her to abandon a litter. She's such a protective mother. Ever since she abandoned her kittens, we haven't seen her since. Nowhere. Not at feeding time, not in the field next door, not down the street, nothing. It worries me. ...Well, I told you about the choir class incident where the girl tripped and busted her lip. So after that, my director has turned choir into fucking bootcamp. No talking AT ALL, if so, you will be written up and sent to the office. No touching anyone, no hugging friends, no leaning on friends, you will be written up. You are to stand out in the hall until you are let in by the director... one at a time. You will have an assigned seat on the risers. No interrupting during a lesson. You will sing, and sing well. ...Goddamnit. This always happens to me. Other people fuck up, and I'M the one that has to pay for it. And then when people were being questioned in the office about the busted lip girl and other going-ons at choir, some girl lied about boys touching the girls inappropriately in choir. There are three boys in my class period, none of whom I have ever seen touch a girl in any inappropriate way. There is this one girl who touches one of the boys inappropriately, though. If she sees him across the room, she will run over to him and start talking and getting close to him, and if we are on the risers, she'll sit in his lap and hug him and shit. Makes me sick. Why does it seem like every 14+ girl has had sex or has been in a sexual situation? It just bugs me... Damn you, hormones, DAMN YOU!!! Maybe I'm just jeolous because no boy in their right mind would find me attractive in any way, shape, or form. Hm... just curious. It just makes me feel unpretty... Is that even a word? *Yawns* Crap. School in the morning, and I haven't read the chapter in my science book that I was supposed to. Oh well... How hard can chemical bonding be?

I hate Algebra. Problem #40: -2{-2[-2(2 + -1z)]} > -16 + 8z (Reduce to a bracket by multiplying -2 by 2 and -1z) -2[-2(-4 + 2z)] > -16 + 8z (Reduce to parenthesis by multiplying -2 by -4 and 2z) -2(8 + -4z) > -16 + 8z (Reduce out of parenthesis by multiplying -2 by 8 and -4z) -16 + 8z > -16 + 8z (Add reciprocles to each sides, isolate the variable) 16 + -16 + 8z + -8z > -16 + 16 + 8z + -8 (Do appropriate work) 0 > 0 (Untrue statement. Zero cannot be less than zero.) (Answer: No Possible Answer. Now, If it had been 0 > 0 [0 is greater than or equal to 0], then it would be somewhat correct, thus making the answer All real numbers) ...... ...A girl in my choir class fell and busted her lip today in choir. I looked at her face and it was all bloody and she was crying. Poor thing. I went to the TMEA South Texas Region Choir auditions last Saturday. I had been to it before and had made it, 17th chair out of 25 in Soprano 1. So I tried again (Since every year, they erase your score and you have to try out again), and made it. Now it's 8th chair out of 25 in Soprano 2. And that's 25 chairs out of 125 students from 13 or 14 schools around South Texas. 1,000 tried out for the following parts: Soprano 1 and 2 (50 each), Alto (50), Tenor 1 and 2 (35 each), and bass (35). So that's... 255 Junoir High kids in the South Texas Region Choir. Concert on November 12, I have less than one month to learn an African song. Hm.. Nothing much going on. Blah. Journal page = Too long. One of my friends wrote about me in an online journal she has on Gaia. Here's the article: THE KILLER KAVORCIAN HUG I have a friend. She luvs Korn(the band). One day I came to class... I was very very mad . I didn't notice her standing behind me until she came running towards me, arms out strechted. Her hug squeesed my heart to my throat and my insides to my toes!!! My eyes could of popped right out!!! "Happy Birthday!" she said. When she finally let go I was hanging on to life, but very HAPPY someone had remembered my b-day! I'm now scared of entering my class now though 'cuase she sometimes sneaks up and hugs me again... I think she'll kill me one day with her love... Hinata in luv... Haha. It's true. I can kill a person by hugging them! :D I've done it before. I can pick up another of my friends, and she weighs more than me, but she can't pick me up. Ha. I win. :tongue: CHECK THIS OUT NOW. I'M SERIOUS, IT WORKS. ...I'm starting to really like the band Lemon Demon. ... :cow:

I'm tired and have a headache that won't go away... Those headaches where they're not bad enough to take aspirin, but they're there just enough to bug you. :drooling: Maybe if I take my headphones off for two seconds, I'll feel better... Nah. Won't risk it. Jonathan is causing it, but he's making it feel better at the same time :tongue: (I'm no freak. I've been watching videos on YouTube for an hour or two, reading all of the comments and everything, and I feel fucking normal. There's this one dude on there that goes to videos of where they have a pregnant woman and it shows the baby kicking inside of her, and he goes there and says how much he wants to fuck the mother and rape her and stuff like that. Real perverted and sick shit. :eek: People are just weird.) Hm. I turned my short story in for Academy English on Friday. I wrote it in only two days (I'm put the 'pro' in 'procrastination'. Thank my friend for that quote.) We had about... three or four weeks to write it. And I waited for the last minute. Holy crap. I spent... almost nine hours on the computer, typing my story on Thursday night. Nineteen pages of text in size 12 font. One title page, one disclaimer page for usage of lyric exerts. Holy. Freaking. Crap. I've never typed that much in one sitting. I arived early to school on Friday, because I volunteered to do this thing where eighth graders teach the seventh graders English for a day, going over the steps on how to make a good story and all hat stuff. I taught the morning shift in one class with two other girls. We taught the first three periods in one class, and I learned a few things that day. One: Your feet get tired very quickly when you've been standing for three hours straight with no sit-down time. Two: The kids don't give a flying rats ass about what you have to say. Three: Using the projector/Overhead is very, very hard to do. Four: Kids at the age of 12 and 13 have little or no respect for their only year-older peers. I've learned a whole new respect for teachers. I never want to do that again. We met up again during seventh period (Which we got off. Hooray.) and had cookies and Caprie Sun, so I guess it was worth it. Another girl said she had to scream at her class because they wouldn't shut up. My class only didn't give two shits. Guess I was lucky :cool: Back to my short story. At fourth period, Academy English, our short stories were due and had to be turned in if we didn't want to fail. No exceptions. I came to the realization that mine was the longest one there, at seventeen pages (minus the title page and disclaimer), while others were as short as one page long, and that's written. Embarassed at the ungodly length of my "short" story (Which has an intro, outro, and four chapters), I showed the teacher the intro, a journal entry from my main character (also known as the protagonist). She handed my paper back to me about a minute and a half later with an exasperated look on her face. She told me how much she liked it and how good it was. She read the first five pages a few minutes later. Later, at seventh period, I handed my story to a girl that I taught with on the teaching thing that day. She read the intro, and again, told me how good it was. She gave me a couple of book titles of books I might like to read, The Catcher in the Rye was one of them, I forgot the other (but I have the name somewhere...), and read all the way to chapter three. The bell was going to ring in about a half-minute by the time she got to tchapter three (I had handed it to her at about half-period), she was mad because she couldn't take it with her :tongue: Maybe I'm better at writing than I thought I was... My best work always comes when I procrastinate. My Last-minute work always blows everyone away. I'm happy :) ... and now I'm a cow :cow: And now I'm a chef :chef: PIMP :pimp: IT'S HOMER! :homer: I love changing personalities rapidly :D :crazy: [url=http://www.pointlesssites.com]The Best Website Ever.[/url] ...And one more thing. Give a hug, people. They're free. :)