I hate speeches. More to the point, I hate stupid people who do speeches on rappers. That's right, anyone in my 5th period Geography 1C class that did their speech on some rapper is a fucking moron. Seriously, why not choose someone smart? Maybe someone who doesn't get shot or sell drugs? Maybe not someone who runs away at the age of 13? It's not that hard. Rappers are a very small group, and the alternatives are usually much better (usually meaning a banana peel would be a better choice for successful). And all the awful songs... it was hell, pure hell.

And in case no one believes how bad a choice rappers are, I actually took notes (extra credit) on the facts the people used in their speeches.

Too Short-
got in a car crash and killed the other driver.

J-Kwon
ran away @ 13
2 kids @ 17

50 Cent....
sold drugs
got shot 9 times
makes fun of Ja Rule
name is Curtis..... CURTIS

I rest my case.

I had sorta a nervous breakdown last night @ midnight. I couldn't sleep, and I knew I had band camp Saturday. So I flipped, there's been a lot of work I have to do lately, and it's only the 2nd week of school... I have 2 tests this week, a speech, TW (timed writing), and soccer and color guard practice. The lack of rest gets me in trouble with my CG instructor, but I don't know how my new soccer coach will handle it.

On a funnier note, my mom said I can't wear normal bras to soccer or colorguard anymore, I have to wear creepy sports bras w/ the hooks poking me in the back. Why, you may ask? Because aparently my breasts are too big to be held in normal bras while participating in physical activity (not sex... morons). So... yeaaaaaah.

I'm thinking of writing a story, I don't know what it's about. I think the character will be a girl. And there will be her dreams, which is what I'm gonna start out w/.

EEEEEEEE!

So many things to do.... I have to finish the score for B&B, then find an article in a mag. Of course, being me I decide to write in my journal....

Lots of stuff has been happening, but it's all sort of blurred together. Except for the Incubus concert on Sunday. I think i inhaled pot smoke on accident, OH and there was this one awfully bitchy chick. She bitched about people getting in front of her, and she BIT a guy that I had made friends with. She got hers though, booooy did she get it. SOCKED IN THE MOUTH, that's what you get for running it and biting people, stupid woman.

Ok gotta go...

I'm doing the smart thing and calling to invite people the day before the party. At the moment I'm calling to see how Dylan is doing. He's been sick for some time now.

I love decorating my folder with attractive guys. And random stuff from comic-con.

"Ain't no thang but a chicken wing." Wow, my boyfriend is a goddamn philosopher. Weeeee!
Nyeh, I can't think of anything to write. Maybe I'll have something later.

Once again I changed the look, cause my attempts at html are horrible.

So there's a party @ Dylan's. I can't wait, hopefully everyone will come. And I'm also looking into piercings. Don't ask, I'm weird.

Today I emailed an old friend. I told her that I was worried about an old best friend resurfacing and bringing me back to the times when I was really bad. I guess it wasn't bad to some standards, but she's gotten worse since we've been apart. Drugs, the whole thing. It would be just another notch to add to responsibilities I don't even pay attention to. So I guess this isn't just titled 'changed' for the look. I'm expecting a lot of change to happen with the new school year starting, and hopefully it will be for the better. I need to start reading To Kill A Mockingbird :-P

I made up lyrics to a song, like anyone would read it or like it anyway, but just in case... ITS MINE!! YOU STEAL IT I KILL YOU! Well now that that's done, Here it is:

-Verse 1-
Smile to the person who teaches you nothing,
Spit on the person who makes you think,
Laugh at the kids who are true to themselves,
And worship the zombies who follow the trends

-Chorus-
When the pottery of popularity shatters into pieces,
what will happen to you?
And when the television breaks,
what will you think is reality or scripted?
It's only a matter of time for a lobotomy to be the new fashion.

-Verse 2-
Hate the mainstream music because they steal your money,
Go to the dances and try not to fit in,
criticize the people who really care about you,
And never forget that you're what you want to be: alone.

-Bridge-
Set fire to the bridges now,
we don't want an abomination,
no more opinions,
no more protesting,
it's just another thorn in the public's side.

Well, yeah. I think it needs work. It's all an observation to how people like to act in different social groups. All of them have flaws, and they're really easy to point out.

Well, I made another journal. Still don't know why I do in the first place. Maybe cause Xanga becomes frustrating when you're trying to find an awesome skin. It always looks incredibly stupid when you use it on there.