The Lunchtime Adventures of Sweeney and Lovett, Turkey Day, NaNoWriMo, and Nerdiness

Alright, so first of all Nerdiness: I take pride in being able to call myself a 'lunatic' or 'band geek' or most recently 'nerd'. I like my nice little self labels. DON'T TRY TO TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME! THEY ARE MINE!!!!!!!
Second: NaNoWriMo! I have finally made it over 20k words! I'm so happy... YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
Third: Happy Turkey Day to you all! I'm way too lazy to send out an e-mail, so you all better be reading this!
And finally, The Lunchtime Adventures of Sweeney and Lovett!
So, my friend and I were eating lunch together on Tuesday at school, and it was the weirdest lunch I have ever had. It all started with Therapist suggesting that Texas would grow legs and stomp out Utah, and an awkward silence. I have no idea how the first one got started, so I won't talk about it, but I will talk about the awkward silence. You see, a lot of my friends say that whenever there is an awkward silence among friends that either 1) A dolphin dies, or 2) A gay baby is born.
So, Lovett and I (in this instance, I would be Sweeney) were discussing the pros and cons of both options. (in the end, the second option had more pros than the first, [the first had no pros, the second had no cons])
Then, we started walking over to my locker, and I got my stuff out and we were walking towards the foyer. But then these two guys started following us. And don't say, 'I'm sure you were just being paranoid Sweeney' because I wasn't, they were actually following us, we went to the girls' bathroom, and they started to follow us in, but I'm assuming they realized it was the girls' bathroom so they left.
After that, we stood there for a little while, making sure their short attention spans would cause them to wander off in another direction. We walked back over to our usual group at our usual benches only to realize that our least favorite person was there.
I'll call him...the Shem. You see, back in second grade, I played Harry Potter with him, he was Harry, I was Hermione, but then one day he told me I couldn't be Hermione because he was Hermione. Then he punched me in the face one day when I wouldn't play with him at recess. He has been obsessed with me since I was little...so here we go...
So, the Shem looks at me, and I'm wearing my Twilight jacket and one of my Twilight tee shirts, and he goes, 'Have you seen the movie?'
I replied with, 'Yeah, three times actually...'
He asks, "Well, who's your favorite character?"
"Well, I suppose that right now at this very moment, it would be a tie between Emmett and Jasper." ((You must remember, I had just been tormented by two boys, and was talking to the Shem... Emmett could rip them apart, and Jasper could've calmed me down...))
"Well my favorite's Alice, all the time, hands down, no question."
"Well, I like Alice, she's awesome, I love her, but I love some of the others more, and my favorite character changes constantly."
Thank God the bell rang, and Lovett and I ran to our next classes.

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Well, I suppose I should go now...
Shigure's Carma

The Life and Times of ME!!!!!!!

Alright, so, I think I passed my geography test with flying colors (Seriously, I think I memorized all 50 capitals...I already knew the states), and every minute I think I get nerdy. NO JOKE!
As if it weren't bad enough that I know most of Harry Potter by heart, but no, my friends decide to shove Twilight down my throat and make me a TwiGirl (Mind you the becoming a TwiGirl started in seventh grade...) and now, I have seen the movie 3 times, quote it, refer to it, but no, the nerdiness does not stop there, I have been quoting Harry Potter again. I mean, seriously, why must I be such a bookworm? Can't I just be a normal person and think that books are stupid?
Oh, and Lenny, if you are reading this, WHERE IS MY BOOK! I NEED MY BOOK BACK! I GAVE IT TO YOU ALMOST A MONTH AGO! IT'S NOT THAT LONG! I WANT IT BACK!
And since I know that Lenny isn't reading this post, I'll have to text her...seriously, it's not a long book, it only has 46591 words in it. By the end of the month I will have written MORE than that.
Oh, and to make myself even nerdier, I like A Tale of Two Cities.
Oh! And on Sunday, after I went to see Twilight we went to Hot Topic, and Mrs. paid for a poster with only change. No cash, just change, it was awesome.
Don't forget to read any posts you may have missed, and comment! I love comments! Or, if you don't have an account to comment with, e-mail me. I need encouragement so I can write my novel.

Well, I'm off to Write 34439 words!
Shigure's Carma

Oh. My. Carlisle!!!!

I saw Twilight yesterday after school. It was amazing. I absolutely loved it. In fact, I loved it so much, that not only am I going today at 3, but I'm going tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday, and possibly Friday. Unless we have company on Thursday...then I don't get to go then...
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The Cullens' Faithful Friend,
Shigure's Carma

Doe Eyed Bambi

What is it with humanity thinking that they are the only 'good' person there is out there, that they never hurt anyone? I mean, I think that in my life the scene from Mean Girls fits nicely.

Janis: Did you have an awesome time? Did you drink awesome shooters, listen to awesome music, and just soak up each others awesomeness?
Cady: You know what? You're the one who made me like this so you could use me for your eighth grade revenge!
Janis: God! See, at least me and Regina George know we're mean! You try to act so innocent like, 'Oh, I use to live in Africa with all the little birdies, and the little monkeys'.
Cady: You know what! It's not my fault you're like, in love with me, or something!
Janis: What?
Damian: Oh no she did not!
Janis: See, that's the thing with you plastics, you think everyone's in love with you, but in reality, everyone hates you, like Aaron Samuels for example! He broke up with Regina and guess what, he still doesn't want you, Cady! So why are you still messing with Regina? I'll tell you why, because you are a mean girl, you're a bitch!

And then there's the 13 Going on 30 quote that fits nicely:
"OK, you can wipe the doe-eyed-Bambi-watching-her-mother-get-shot-and-strapped-to-the-back-of-a-van look from your face."

You see, as I go through, and try to talk to my friends, most of them act like Cady, except for...((I'm using this because she'll know what I'm talking about)) Regina, because unlike everyone else, at least we know we're mean, we don't try to hide it and act all innocent.

This whole thing pisses me off, I mean, we are all human, we all say things without thinking, but at least I know when I'm being mean, and if I'm being mean, chances are, I'm not going to apologize. Usually. If I genuinely feel bad about it, I will apologize, otherwise, fuck you, and fuck your mother's eye sockets.

And in other news, I'm going to fail English, Chinese, and probably Geography.
You see, I have to have the first 4 chapters of A Tale of Two Cities by Monday, The Giver by Wednesday, and Ties That Bind Ties That Break by Tuesday. Then we have a huge test in Geography on Tuesday, but that I think I can handle, I've got most of it down now.
But do my other teachers not realize that I have 6 teachers other than themselves? And those 6 teachers give me homework too?
Not to mention, I'm 11 THOUSAND words behind on NaNo. Which is better than it was earlier today. This morning it was 15 thousand...so I'm catching up, no?

Then there's the sick bastard that most people call 'Shigure's Carma's Dad' I hate him. I absolutely hate him. He's tried to hit me twice this week, which really didn't help my whole emo depressed week much. Oh well, he'll be dead in my novel anyways...probably something related to a drunken stupor.

Oh! Earth Queen, if you're reading this, I've been thinking about you lately, don't know why, I just have been. I miss you, and love you bunches! I'd have you call me, but my phone's dead and I don't know what I did with the charger.

Oh, and it's like really, really, unbelievably cold in my house. I'm freezing. Seriously, freezing.

And don't forget, forgotten posts (like within the last month) may contain vital information. You may want to read them.

The Mean Girl,
Shigure's Carma

P.S. See? I admitted I'm a mean girl. XP
P.P.S. I'm truly and deeply sorry to Motoko for an unkind comment that was based mostly off of anger at my dad that day. I love you!

My Life

Alright so, if you're wondering why I'm all pissed off, you need to read the post entitled 'rift' and please remember to read any posts you may have missed, you never know when I'm going to say something important.
So...first of all, I'm a little bit better than I was Sunday, thanks to all of you who said something. Love you guys!
Second, I'm 10,150 words behind on Nano, but I shouldn't have much homework over the weekend, and I'm making myself write so that I can catch up, actually, I'm going to try to get ahead, so that I don't get so behind again. But I will have Thanksgiving break to catch up too, sure it's in 2 weeks, but it's 5 days that I can write freely without buttloads of homework.
Third, we've been studying religion in geography, and I know that everyone disagrees with me, but I find all of the Asian religions fascinating. I mean, I could totally be one of them and not have the hassle of having to go to church every week or face eternal damnation. I love the whole 'reincarnated' idea too.
Well...I don't have much else to say, other than read my older posts and remember to comment or send me an e-mail!

Arrivederci
Shigure's Carma

P.S. Aliaboo is my new word, don't know what it means yet, any suggestions?

Rift?

First of all, I'd be fine if you don't read this post, I just want to type this out, and not think about it anymore.
And now, without further ado, I shall start bitching relentlessly.
I've always felt like there was a...rift between society and myself, but there have been times when it feels almost unbearable. 6th grade was probably the worst, I was surrounded by friends, but I felt as though I had been all alone. It's always made me slightly depressed when it's at its worst.
I'm at the 'worst' stage again. I feel it most at lunch, and everyone is having a grand old time (I'm going to quote Titanic here) meanwhile, I feel like I'm standing in a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even bothers to look up. And when I feel like this, I get angry and sad, and I start cutting myself off from everyone because I feel as if no one cares.
Like the other day, at lunch, I walked outside, and my other friend, we'll call her, Amy Lee, wanted to see the book I'd brought to show her, and the other friends I had been walking outside with didn't even notice I was gone.
In the mornings, my friends don't even talk to me anymore, and I think I'm going to follow the example of my favorite book:
All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. No one really cares what you have to say.
And those of you who have read the book know what's coming. I'm going to try it. Honest to blog.
And then, everyone can't make anything better, they have to go around saying, 'Oh, well, my family is short on money and blah, blah, blah, de blah, blah, blah.' Have you people not heard that we're sinking into the second Depression? Well, we are, NO ONE has lots of money, we're all running out.
And then there's the, 'Well, you [insert something I said or did here] and that's just [insert adjective describing how I'm just such a horrible person here]' Well people, this may come as news to you, but you all hurt me too. And not just every once in a while, but all the time.
And of course there's the '[Insert not-really sad event here] happened to me, why aren't you sympathetic?' Well you dumb ass bitches, first of all, I don't care if something like that happened to you, it's not sad, it's just pathetic. And second, you all need to get over yourselves, I don't give a rat's ass if something like work ending, or not finishing your homework because you had work the day before.
That's the worst, 'Oh, well I had to work, so I didn't get to do my homework.' DO I LOOK STUPID TO YOU? I know people who have worked there before, and they even worked there this last Halloween season, and yeah, they didn't work during the week. Somehow, I just can't find sympathy for you bitches.
Now, I may sound like I'm coming off a little harsh, but I'm not really. I mean, none of you were there for me when my cousin died, or my neighbor, or when my cat got really sick. And no one notices when I'm sad.
In fact, when I'm sad or hurt, that's when you all choose to tear me down.
And then, there's this guy, and I'll call him...Da Di Di, so, I was talking to Da Di Di last night online, and he noticed that something was wrong when he's only known me for like a week, but my group of 'friends' who have known me for years, won't notice until I post this. Now, I know that a lot of them, (Rose, Barty, Alice, etc.) I talk to for maybe 20 minutes a day. And sure, some of them I'm happier around, simply because they actually feel like friends, not just groupies, or worshipers.
Which is another thing, I have friends who make me feel like God, I swear it on my books and tunage, it's like, I'm not equal to them, but I'm a deity that they must follow. Hate to break it to you, but I'm not Kali, or any other deity, hell, I'm not even Jesus, so JUST STOP! I'll be fine if for once, instead of worshiping me, you walked with me as an equal.
I know that I say, 'Worship me?' or something when I give pencils, but you see, there's this thing called a joke, and then there's this other thing called sarcasm.
I'm sick of your shit people. And every time you say 'I'm sorry' it just makes it worse. You have no idea how it hurts when you do these things, and I hate to break it to you, but 'sorry' doesn't quite cut it.
When I read people's posts, or e-mails, or I hear them talking, whenever I notice that they're talking about me, believe it or not it hurts. It really does, and I'm just going to say 'FUCKTHEWORLD' and leave you all wherever it is that you think you are up there on your high horse that makes you so much better than I am.

I'm sick of it,
Shigure's Carma

My Condition

So far, I'm a little bit behind on my word count. I only have 4,148 words, and I should have 5001. Oh well, I'll catch up tomorrow during my free time in math, ((we have a free day)) and I'll work on it during bunko tomorrow.
Oh! And we're playing the Spongebob theme song in band. It makes me happy.

Must write more words before bed,
Shigure's Carma