"On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly beat-sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, an artist, a scribbler-sometimes the beat is changed one person at a time."
-Scribber of Dreams
A book by Mary E. Pearson

Shakespeare. Ha.
The new version of Romiet and Julio.
Er, I mean Romeo and Juliet.

Juliet: "Romeo, where art thou?"
Romeo: "I'm over here."

Hahahahaha

As always, everything is my fault ( Read more... )

I got an email from Jacqueline, Megan, and someone who's calling themselves "Anonymous". It's awful. Horrible. Made me cry ( Read more... )

Today was good. I'm going back to the school at 4:30 to work more on my thing. Blah. But today was good. Nic is paying attention to me now! Whoa ( Read more... )

Things done today ( Read more... )

I've realized something today. Something so horrible that I can't even admit it to myself ( Read more... )

I haven't been checking up on my friends' journals for a few days. I got on today and went to check out who's been posting recently, and WHOA! So many posts that I haven't read and that I've missed and all that crap ( Read more... )

I still like Nic. Not as much as I did, but enough to stay with him and enough to keep wearing the necklace that he got me. Plus, I'd rather have a crappy boyfriend then be single. Being single would be fun if there were all these guys that like me (like my friend Shalayna...she's single but practically going out with every guy in the school ( Read more... )

I'm so angry. I'm so mad at Mrs. Abner! She doesn't know what it's like to wear those things! She doesn't know how humiliating and hard it is to do this sport! It's incredibly stressful. It wastes our time and it gives us less time to do things that we actually like to do! It's hard to do this crap! She doesn't know ( Read more... )