When · My · Teenage · Libido · Fades

I don't like the kids Nicholas is hanging out with. They're ruining him.
Example?
Making fun of gay people and transexuals is not funny. Yelling at me for telling you that people in that situation have it hard enough is not right. One because I'm telling the truth and two because I'm you're older sister.
He only talks back to me when those assholes are around.
I hate to say it but Nicholas needs to start hanging around with white Riverdale kids. My grandparents are right.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Shana
4 LETTER WORD: Slow
BOY NAME: Shane =P
GIRL NAME: Steve
OCCUPATION: Superhero
A COLOUR: Sky blue
SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Shirt
BEVERAGE: Smoothie
FOOD: Steak
SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Soap
PLACE: Switzerland
REASON FOR BEING LATE: Stupidity
SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: SORRY!

I am so tired of being put down by Christian just because no ever says anything to him when he fucks up and everyone is always just letting him to whatever he wants. He thinks he knows everything and is better than everyone and I'm so sick of it. He's fucking 16, gets away with whatever he wants, and for serious he needs to show me some respect. I'm older than him and smarter than him and have always been older and smarter than him. Those two things will never change. I've done more shit in my life than he has and when I give him advice he needs to realize that I know what I'm talking about and he doesn't cause he's an idiot little kid.

He needs to get slapped in the face, but of course I got in trouble for telling him that he needed to stop being a spoiled brat and respect his elders.

What a fucked up world.

So I finished the complete outline of the plot for Hoppers. I know where everything is going and I just need to put some work in and figure a few more things out before I can put that to the side for a little while. I don't want to get tired of it since I've been working on it for so long.

I have a bunch of ideas that I want to start working on. They've been stewing around in my brain for too long. Cyberpunk, steampunk, fantasy... I just don't know where to begin!

JULY 12th
Lower Class Brats AND the Casualties
WHOALY SHIT MAH DUDES PINCH ME
hm, of course this means asshole ex will be there but good friends, good music, and a good pit make him pretty obsolete.
=D

So, I am whoa sick. Confined to bed. However, in my random fits of lucid thought I've gotten a lot of writing done. Or maybe it's when I'm not lucid I get writing done. Hm... I miss everyone. I was sitting here with my arizona pressed against my forehead thinking about all the people I hadn't talked to in forever. Ironically enough most of them being my LJ friends. I miss you guys.
FYI for people who haven't seen my haircut there's sort of pictures of it on facebook. I'm kissing a balloon. His name is Merve. He's an asshole. I think he's sort of based off Harris. I miss him too. He works too much.
As much as it pains me to say I do NOT miss the Zombie Pit Crew. Well, I miss the Crew but not the frontman. High school is over and so are all the high school ideals. Besides, I'm all about being in the front(wo)man in a band now, not fawning over one.
Tylenol PM makes me strange.
I hope I still don't want to molest said P-Rican when I'm more conscious.

[too lazy to make a slice of life, how about a poem-ish thing?]

Caught between contentedness
and
discontentedness
An uncertainty abounds
Who am I?
How do I feel?
Mostly, why do I do these things?
I want something that shouldn't be out of reach
Did I put it there?
Perhaps.
I can't see it like I once could
My vision is blurry
the legs I stand on weak.
I have lost my self rightous sense of self assured selfishness
I think that might be a bad thing in the long run
Who am I to say though?
in the end
all i know
is
I have become more thoughtful
and also
more devious.

Now, you're all probably asking what does that mean. Well, fuck you you're not supposed to know.

I think I'm going to start going about this whole journal thing in a whole new way. I think from now on I'll write little slice of life stories instead of actual entries. I think it will be better that way

Written for someone.

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Does what I did change what we are? I repeated it so many times throughout the night that I can't even recall if it had any meaning by the end. Friends. Friends. Friends. Needless to say we weren't doing exactly what friends are supposed to do to each other, but I'm not a conventional person. I feel like you're confused, possibly upset. Why? I didnt go anything wrong. Stay my friend. Age is just a number.