Listening to: D'yer Maker I hate: Coco Cola I love: My lenseless glasses I wish the Sisterhood was still playing-Tara never got to see it and we're going to the movies tonight. (Note to self: Leo is friggin gorgeous--Sorry Kostos). Haha. Well i had in mind what i was going to write in this entry, but that would be too predictable. Plus, I forgot what the frig I was gonna say. Mark Murphy is at 8:15 and my ride is coming at 8:00. I guess I should get ready, but I'll look so weird no matter what time i decide to get out of my room.

Listening to: The Song Remains the Same I hate: Some people I love: My 2 best friends in the whole world. I think this is the third time I've listened to Houses of the Holy today, but who's counting? And I don't care if you ignorant babies (who have nothing better to listen to other than 50 Cent and Miley Cyrus and the Jonas Brothers) make fun of me. I should be making fun of you for NOT liking Zeppelin. Frikin idiots. Well go ahead, I run on your hate. One man's disapproval is another girl's fuel. I love it. School is shit. Why do peoples have to gang up on my friend. She's doing nothing, and you're "doing nothing but something for his own ambition." *Changes to Rain Song. ahh.....* And stop flirting with my friend's exes. You know you're pathetic with boys, miss so and so, just give up. You know you have no chance with him, plainly because he's a frikin Geee (fo shizzle)-2 girlfriends per week-and you're not worth it. You're not worth the drama, the fight, and the broken heart. (Because when you need my glue, It will belong to Amanda). McCain is FRESH McCain is FLY Vote for McCain He's a real cool guy.

Why journal on the web when you're gonna mark it private. Screw you.

Listening to: Breed I hate: Really mean store managers I love: Baby-soft skin What's up everyone? Nothing? Ok, good. I have nothing good going on with myself, so atleast we are even. Here are some mad good videos for your enjoyment. One of my favies:

Listening to: Times Like These by the Foo Fighters I hate: People who think that Paramore is hard core punk rock. I love: My new Beatles logo shirt! *Song changes to Buddy Holly* So how are you all today? Who am I kidding, none of you are actually going to answer... I went to school today. I was really excited today, because after lunch was our first music class. Music is my favorite subject (if you count it as a subject). Nothing goes on during it. Its actually mostly the class talking and being assholes and the teacher never gets to talk. But when we are actually doing something, I really enjoy it. And the teacher is very interesting. I don't exactly like her, but she intrigues me. I feel like there are only 2 people in this whole Catholic school that really understand me, or atleast I think so. Woopie!!!! Stevie comes home either tonight or tomorrow morning. I cannot WAIT to see him (best bro ever.) Tomorrow is Victoria's sleepover. I have to feul up on Rock and Roll to build up a resilience to any Miley Cyrus crap that is thrown at me. HOW EXCITING! And Mark Murphy is tomorrow. I think I'll wear my shirt that has all these different bass guitars on them. No doubt I will be hearing all day "Is that guitars on your shirt? Cute!...". Can't wait for that... Peace love and waffle fries

"You might as well expect the rivers to run backward as that any man who was born a free man should be contented when penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases.... I have asked some great white chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me. Let me be a free man--free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to think and talk and act for myself--and I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.... It is cold, and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death....Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever." -Chief Joseph of the Nez Perces (1877) I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. Have a great day, everyone!

AllChokedUp: I hear you. I read every word and I heard you. Listening to: Righteous and the Wicked. I hate: 8th grade gossip. I love: funky bass lines Funny how the only words said during dinner were "How's school?" and "Good." Wow, great progress everyone. You all get a cupcake cause you're so fucking good today. Congrats! Whatever... *Song changes to Give it Away* Why the hell is everyone is 8th grade so immature. Its like, we made progress in 7th grade, and 8th grade they went back to being dumb. And I can't stand all this "boyfriend-girlfriend" crap. Yeah, right. You're 13 and your parents don't let you go out alone, especially with a boy. How in the world do you say you have a relationship if the only way you know (i mean truly KNOW) this person is through silly texts. I hope they all fall in love and have little babies. That should make their lives a whole lot better, not to mention make them feel like grown ups. **"Its a beautiful baby boy! says the doctor. Oh great, I will name him Nick Jonas."*** Going to Victoria's house on Saturday for a sleepover birthday partay. Oh goody goody! I can't wait to indulge in off-limits junk food and add to my already protruding belly. My friends say that my belly protrudes in a way that makes me look pregnant. Its actually quite strange. And no amount of situps will flatten it. Haha, I look about 1 or 2 months (not too late for an abortion, atleast a pretend one). Wait, what the hell am I saying!? I am not actually having a baby! I can't wait to have kids. Well, I can wait, but I know that one day I will and it will be the happiest day of my life. I always say that if i were a Hollywood mom, I would have to give my baby a strange or different name. I chose Sundance as mine. From the Native American sundance in the 1800s. During the summertime, the Sioux Indians and many other nations would gather together. They would play games, hunt, have races, and hold councils with the elders. They also took part in a religious ceremony called the Sun Dance, which went on for 4 days. I would go into the American Ghost Dance, but you could just look up the lyrics and learn a bit about it. Nice how RHCP ties into History... Keeps me from insanity Living off of vanity You are so conventional Not so very sexual Keeping me alive Saving the deprived Looking in the mirror Yes, you are my hero Six strings of drugs All very addictive I will never kick it You are my restrictive

YOUR REAL NAME: Michelle YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle) Micizzle. I like Michizzle better. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal) Blue Turtle YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (your middle name and street you live on) Regina Devoe. ha, call me that from now on YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your middle name) Cosre YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink) Green Fanta YOUR ARABIC NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, 1st letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, last letter of a pets first name, and last letter of your moms middle name) Isrehie (i thought it would turn out to be isreal for a sec.) YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (Parents middle names) Joanne John YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets) hahahahaha, BLACK YORGI

Listening to: On Mercury I hate: gooey lipgloss I love:chocolate! Quarter as a pick I cried for no reason Does that make me human Quarter for some feeling Bad posture is a friend For a slouching female Keeping me alive Am I still alive? Polkodots of rust Nature is a must It's ok to break the rules As long as you confess If you cut my hair Does that mean I'm not strong I'm hanging on Atleast in my heart. Hey all you wonderful people (and the not so wonderful ones too). School sucks, but what would you expect. I was elected to be Sarah Palin in the mock election. You know the only difference between a bull dog and a hockey mom is...lipstick. Teehee. Anyways, I am making flyers and shit. Some of these losers are getting into it. I mean REALLY into it. I can't take it anymore. I am sick of all this crap. I am constantly fighting with my mother and constantly wishing my dad would just drop dead. He's such an asshole, but usually I can deal with that. I just want to take my guitar and go away forever and never have to think about anything. My guitar is the only thing that is keeping me happy right now, and I don't even have a freakin pick, so I use a quarter. It sounds all scratchy and weird, but I got used to it. Art starts again on October 18th. Art makes me happy too. Self expression is extremely important to me. I don't know what I would do with out artistic expression. I like to use patterns and words and serreal images and ideas in my artwork. I don't care if other people don't get what it means, I don't even care if they like it. I just need it for myself. Plus, my art teacher is the only person I can actually have stimulating conversation with. I cant talk about certain things with my friends, they just don't get it or don't care about it. Politics, religion, philosophy, music, and anything else. I gotsa look nice on Saturdays, cause there is a cutie who takes art with me. Ha, but he's a year older and probably isn't interested in me or my silly crush. Why can't things be easier? Why are things like this easier for other people and not me? Well, that's my beef. Enjoy life.

Listening to: Rape Me I hate: Eye crispies I love: Rice crispies After listening to about 3 hours of Miley Cyrus and Jonas Brothers yesterday (courtessy of friend Amanda, pop efficionado-I murdered the spelling), I need some good old Nirvana to get me back to normal. Nothing much to report. Steve came back for the long weekend, and I am super-excited. Its nice to have steven around, even though he just eats, sleeps, texts, and annoys you. Hes great anyways. School starts on Wednesday. Rrrr, I don't want to go. And its not because school is boring and hard and bla bla bla. Cause its not, actually i have some pretty great times there! I just dont wanna wake up at 6:30 everyday. Why can't they start the day a little later. I'm sure you dont feel like reading about McCain and his running mate and Obama and his "change and hope", so I won't get into it. I had the strangest dream last night, but I dont feel like getting into that either. I have really surreal dreams. Peace, love and waffle fries!