This is so weird... Oh noooo... I forgot to do my weekend homework, and now their gonna kill me at school. :( I'm up to my neck! I hate them...Well, they're making my life miserable, therefore they're doing their jobs. My science teacher expects us to do a booklet over the organ systems in just three days. As if we don't six other classes to worry about. Well, let's see: -My Hound of the Baskervilles folder is incomplete -My algebra homework is incomplete -My science booklet is incomplete -I still have to type up my interview with the Principal for my Academy English class Who the hell gives kids, who barely have enough time already, homework on the weekend before Christmas?! "Merry Christmas... Here's the instructions to your essay, due Monday. Oh, we'll having the end of the semester tests all next week, so don't forget to study!" *Plops down books* *Begins to read* *sneezes* *Continues to read* *Twitches* *Penguins = Smexy when they wear a top hat & bow tie* *Twitches* *Screams* *Throws book at wall* *goes insane* *goes on rampage* *Stops* *Makes ramen* *eats ramen* *Yum* *Continues Rampage* *stops* *Twitches* *Runs* *Jumps on couch* *Spontaniously combusts* *dies* ... *Relizes still alive* *gets up* *Smexy Penguin* *types this* ............ *falls asleep on unfinished homework* ZzZzZzZzZz... *wakes up* *throws alarm clock at wall* *Go gets slaughtered at school* .............................................................................. Ahhhhh. That's nice. The sound of school... AKA Pigs going to slaughter. [URL=http://img186.imageshack.us/my.php?image=beedogkh4.jpg][IMG]http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/6016/beedogkh4.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL]

Hum. I just found out who Nevada-tan is. If you don't know, look on Wiki. An 11 year old school girl in Japan slit the throat of her 12 year old classmate back in 2004. Nevada-tan led the 12 year old into an empty classroom during lunch time, covered her eyes, and slit her throat with a box cutter. [url=http://www.shrinemaiden.com/NEVADA_Artwork/]Here[/url] are some cartoons people have drawn of Nevada-tan. They're cute, but... kinda creepy (and a few nudes, which is even creepier). People are drawing pictures of little Nevada-tan, in her signature Nevada University sweatshirt, with a bloody box cutter in hand. If you really think about, it'll come to you that, hey: This really did happen. A girl killed another girl by slitting her throat after an argument on the internet, yet people all over the internet are drawing little chibis of a bloody Nevada-tan and her victim. It's disturbing... Bleh. I get out Wednesday for Christmas vacation! That's good! But... David from Korn says he's gonna take a break from the band and may not go on tour with them next year... What the FUCK?! He's the freaking DRUMMER! Gyahhh... Get some sense into you, David... :confused: :mad: So.. not much else. Got my CD from my Regions Choir concert. Turned out great ;) I'm giving it to my parents for Christmas. Yay. :) My friend who gave the Slipknot CD (Which I STILL haven't listened to -.-) told me the elaborate plan of how she is going to kill her father when she gets older with her boyfriend and a few other friends. ...Okay then. She thinks penguins are smexy when they wear a top hat and a bow tie. I drew a penguin (like the one from the Poke the Penguin game) with a top hate and a bow tie, tap cancing, and I put under it "THE GREAT SMEXY PENGUIN W/ HAPPY FEET!" As her Christemas present and she went crazy over it, saying it was the cutest thing ever. Huh. Penguins, sexy. Who would've known?

Ahhhh fuck. I just watched one of those screamer videos on YouTube by accident, and I'm shaking so much I can barely type this...I thought something was going to happen... I was an inch from the screen (It was a "Look for the ghost" one...) and someone popped up and screamed, and I screamed, tore my headphones off, shut off my speakers, and imagined horrible things I would do to the maker of the video (there was pitchforks, pointy stuff, and boiling vats of random substances...). I saw the static from the video stop for a split second, and I all I had time to think of was "Oh shit". :( :( :( :( Those aren't funny... That's the... sixth screamer video, I think, that I've fallen for. First one was an animated Jack-o-lantern that rambled on about nothing, then BOOM! The second was one called Kikia, a mix of calming, simple Japanese animation and nonsense, then a girl resembling that from the Ring jumps out and scares you... Then there was a Lonelygirl15 one... then there was another that I forgot.... then one with Leek Spin... Then that one. I almost fell for the Where's Waldo one, but I gave up before the minute ran out, so I was safe. That was a few weeks ago, and I just found out it was a screamer until a few hours ago. Ahhh I'm so paranoid right now... Clowns will eat me... HELP ME... I'm scared something will jump out and eat my throat... ... :( :eek3: :eek2: Oh well... Guess I won't be sleeping tonight, huh? PS: It might snow soon... I'm so happy :D :tongue: It was sleeting yesterday :) Edit: Next day -- No snow. Just cold :( Edit No. 2: the 12th -- NOW IT'S GETTING WARM! AHHH!! :mad: ********Bunny's just saying hi! {\ /} ( . .)o C(")(") ********Bunny's just saying hi! [QUOTE]JESUS CHIPS! JESUS CHIPS! JESUS CHIPS! Have 9 more and we can have SEX! Desecrate me with your scarf of fish hair, you magnolian rice cake! OH MY GOD I'M FULL OF STAPLES!!!! *prance* *prance* *prance* *prance* *prance* *prance* *prance* *prance* *VOMIT!* YARRGH! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!!! MY STROODLES WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOUR NUN! I've got the eels, I've got the soup, I spin the wheels, I braid the poop. THAT SO FUCKING RHYMED! HAH!!! IN YOUR FACE, SEABISCUIT!!! CuddlycuddlycuddlyFLOUNDER! Crapwrench, crapwrench, crapwrench, HEY! AW CRAPWRENCH! YOU DO NOT KNOW THE JUSTICE OF THE AMAZING CRAPWRENCH! Or maybe not until you think of something WIGGLY! But you've got a HOSE, and you can use it for VARIOUS PURPOSES. SHAVE YOUR GIANT HEAD OF SMELL WITH YOUR BAD SELF! But still, I give you PERMISSION to call me JENNIFER, and steal my STAPLER.[/QUOTE] ^^^^^^^The most random thing I've ever read.

Huzzah. It's back. A lot of crap happened this past week... I'll start at last Friday. First things first: I hate sports. Always have, always will. I don't mind playing with friends or playing with assorted sports equpiment, but when the playing becomes a game, I start hating it a little more with each passing second. Why? I get hurt. A LOT. With every sport that involves a ball, I've gotten hit in the head. Volley ball, basket ball, kick ball, soccer (Though I like soccer)... And, as a plus, with basket ball, I always jam one of my fingers. My right pinky used to be straight from birth to mid-second grade. Now, thanks to my bad catching skills, my pinky is bent in a freakish position, but you can't tell unless I hold my hand still, and you can really look at it. We're starting our basket ball unit in gym. Oh Joy. Well, to start things off right, on Friday we were playing a shooting game in gym. You had a number, and there were different colored dots around the basket you were assigned. The coach called a color then a number, and if it was your number, you ran to the center of the gym where there was several basket balls, went back to your hoop, and shot from the color dot they called. If you made it in and are the first one to dribble the ball back to the middle, your team gets a point. Simple concept. Well my number was four, and apparently, it was 'Call Four Festival' day. So, about the seventh time I've ran at full speed to the center, dribbled the ball back and attempted to make it in (fat chance), the highlight of the basket ball unit happened, and I added another scar to my collection of sport mishap wounds. Our gym floor is waxed smooth and always has a fine layer of dust and sand on it. The dots were rubber and also dust-covered, so you can imagined what happened. I'm a fast runner, so when I hit the dot going as fast as I would let myself, I slipped. Not tripped over my feet and fell on my butt, no. I landed square on my spine and hit the side of my head against the basketball, which hit the floor and bent my glasses to no return. The hinge of my glasses is pretty pointy, so that jammed in the side of my head and left a small gash there. I threw off my glasses, picked my ass up and attempted to make a basket. But since I can't see absolute shit without my glasses, I missed. Three times. I ran to the middle when I realized I had lost horribly and felt a stinging at the side of my head. I touched my hand up where it was stinging and drew back blood stained fingers. Oh goody. I'm bleeding. A girl had picked up my glasses and the assistant coach took me back to their office where I could clean the wound. She bent my glasses back as I scrubbed clotted blood from the side of my face. Joy. I washed it up and the only thing there was a small cut, about a centimeter in diameter, and a scratch. So that sucked. I got stood up by a girl as well afterward when her and her friends were blocking the door out of the locker room and I muttered "Fuckers..." under my breath. Her head whipped around (they had already let go of the door) and she said "WHO SAID FUCKERS?! :mad: " So I froze and apologized, and we all laughed it off, including her and all her friends (Her friend ended the whole thing with a nice, heartfelt "There'll be no cursing in the motherfucking bitch! ;) ") The entire gym class watched it happen... so that's scarred me for life... Skip ahead to last Tuesday (Yesterday), our school got to go on a trip to an arcade/pizza buffet/movie place called Gatti Town... And I realized something: Never, EVER try to cram about 700 kids in a building other than a school. Long story short: Too loud, half the games were broken (the other half taken up entirely by other kids), the line for pizza was 3 miles long (no joke), seating sucked, and it only seemed like fifteen minutes, when it was five hours. I would say 'I would have rather stayed home', but I had a good time anyhow. Nothing much else. Christmas choir concert is on December 4th. I'm very tired. I've spent hours playing games on http://www.originalgames.com (Free online games, ADDICTIVE.). I love one called [url=http://en.agame.com/agames/4/0/000182.html]Fancy Pants[/url] ... I could play it for days... Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!! :) :) :) :) :D :D :D :D Oh And the girl who gave me the Slipknot CD (That I still haven't listened to -.-) and the one I gave the Korn CD to is BACK! YAY! She was homeschooled for a bit of the year, but now she's BACK!!! YAY FRIEND.

I put my journal page address through something called the Gematriculator, which detects how good or evil a website or a thing of text is. Go [url=http://homokaasu.org/gematriculator/]here[/url] to try it out. Oh, what fun I am having with it... :tongue:
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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. :)

I made a poem today for my Academy English class... We're in a poetry contest, thanks to my teacher making the entering "mandatory volunteering". I gave it to her, and it blew her away. I came back and asked if there was any way I could improve it, and she said she didn't think so. Here it is: Graveyard by: Psychotic Penguin (not real name. No one steal this, please. Uh.... COPYWRITE! Yeah! This belongs to me! No one take it *confident*) I couldn't help as I stared a tthe ruby violets and blood roses Towering over what is now a memory as the center of sorrow lies below The metal and physical ground of ages freshly overturned, exposing the naked, fresh soil to be trampled, just as I. A long row of stone markers enclose this ground as sacred All the while dripping with morbid beauty for the broken hearted. A sob falls nearly on deaf ear from a young maiden of purity, now tarnished, falling at the foot of a silent stone. I smile. I am not alone. For once, my inner-most mind has been wordlessly shared to an understanding, suffering individual, just as I. I leave the sanctity of of the cold burial tomb. Passing the people of generations past, all gone, none forgotten. My shadow falls upon the young miss in an absract fashion She looks up. She smiles. And we both understand. We understand to leave the departed at peace. Understand we both still have eyes that bleed tears, and still have hearts that cry blood. We greet, we engage in friendly conversation, recalling the passing of what used to be a love or a dear. We say farewell, and agree to meet here once more with humble acceptance underneath the ruby violets, blood roses, with the seeds of reincarnation at our feet. (NOTE: NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO PUBLISH THIS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! THIS IS MY WORK, I DID NOT STEAL THIS, I WROTE IT TODAY DURING LUNCH. COPYWRITE: Psychotic Penguin (LeAnn), 2006.)

I'm listening to Ozzy's "No More Tears" for the first time on probably over two months. And to think... several months ago, I couldn't go through a day without some Ozzy ^.^ But now he's an occasional thing... but I still love him :) After reading my last journal, I listen to Korn's "Here to Stay" and, for the first time, really felt the song. Let it sink in... "Pancakes are my business... and business is goooood..." -Unknown