Screaming and Laughing and Running...all the while a Starbucks latte in hand.

My friend and I were at our old elementary school and decided to go to the cemetary right across the street from our school. Awesomely, the cemetary is where Micheal Jackson was buried.

Anyways, we just walked around the graves and big hills and castles and stuff. Her name is Josie and she was holding a latte...actually from 7-11, but let's just say it's from Starbucks.

Josie and I aren't actually that close, we're just friends. Like, if friends were on a closeness to distance scale, we'd be a 5.

1. Uber close-you're attached to each to each other
2. Very close-it's like your arms are stitched to each others!
3. Really close-it's like a permaneant hug!
4. Close-like hand in hand close
5. Don't talk much to each other, but would be close if they had a chance-like wrapping around your elbow close
6. Don't see much of each other, probably shoulder to shoulder
7. Don't speak OR see much to each other, probably arm to arm
8. Don't EVEN speak to each other-turned away close
9. Don't even SEE each other-like across the room close
10. Don't even SEE or TALk to each other close, but know of each other-acquaintances, in two different rooms

And let's not even start on "friends with benefits" and to the next step, "secret affair", "bf/gf", "fiance fiance", "marred", and "old couple".

Anyways, at first we though we were there just because we were bored, and then we thought we were there to see Michael Jackson's grave. But mostly we just walked around.

Anyways, halfway into the cemetary walk we saw a castle, so we tried hiking up there, before we saw Ana and her bf Jerry, where we talked and got introduced to Jerry before I checked the time.

Anyways, I had to get back to the elementary school really quickly because I had to go pick up some kids, so I started to run down the big grassy hills, the soil sprinkled with millions of tombstones.

I ignored Josie's screaming at me to come back and smiled as I heard her footsteps pounding across the grass next to mine.

So we were just running and screaming down the hills, laughing our way down, Josie's latte going spolsh splosh splosh against her plastic cup, surrounded by dead souls.

We were practically hyperventilating when we reached the bottom.

It.

Was.

Awesome.

It's kind of hard to describe the kind of awesomeness I felt. It's kind of ironic to see two girls, really ALIVE and HAPPY, surrounded by millions of dead people.

Anyways, we went jaywalking back.

THE END. =D

Goodbye, 2009. In fact, goodbye to this decade, too.

Man, this decade has been awesome. I'll really miss it.

Just like some kids go nostalgic for the 1990's, I know I'm gonna miss the 2000's. It may not have been the best year, or the most memorable, but that's what I love about it.

But then again, who am I to say? I'm only 12, turning 13 in February. This decade is the only decade I know.

What will next year bring? What will the next decade bring?

Anyways, if I don't die in some sort of weird outragous scenario in the back of an alley tonight, I'd like to say,

HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!

It's the Eve of Christmas Eve.

I don't really know what to say. I've rewritten this post over and over again, deleted it over and over again, and realized that my Eve of Christmas Eve post shouldn't be something we'd probably all expect in the first place-let's forget the cheesy Christmas poems that I'll probably just forward to you all sooner or later, and we all know that I love you guys, and we all know that I'm sorry for not updating a lot.

I'm a totally different person than I was in the beginning of this year. Well, maybe not totally-I'm still that hyper, lovable dork I was then today. :D But I know I've changed. I want to know that I'll be a different person by the end of next year, too-good, bad, wherever He takes me. The events that will change that, however, are what I'm wondering of.

New Years Resolutions? I don't know mine yet.

Tell me yours. ;P

Some sort of RPG xD

1. You're walking across a fast food restaurant, when the mascot, some sort of large, yellow duck fish thing, tries to mug you. You-
A) Let him mug you. Go to 2)
B) You grab a nearby child and swing him around and around, knocking the yellow duck out. Go to 3)

2. You let him mug you. The duck blindly runs off into the street and gets hit by a bus. You seem unfazed, but soon an employee of the restaurant bursts out the door and looks at you accusingly and shocked. You:
A) Cry loudly and exclaim you didn't do it. Go to 4)
B) You look at him coldly before walking away. Go to 5)

3. You run away blindly in fear, before getting randomly hit by a bus. EPIC PHAIL

4. The employee doesn't believe you, and threatens to call the cops. You:
A) Repeatedly exclaim that you didn't do it, hoping to scare him off. Go to 6)
B) Tackle him. Go to 7)

5. He tackles you and grabs your neck. You can tell that he is about to make you bite the curb. You:
A) Push him off into the street. (8)
B) Let him. (9)

6. He becomes frightened and runs blindly in the street. A truck selling cream cheese hits him, and he dies. The cream cheese truck turns blindly to you. You:
A) Get out of the way. (10)
B) Do an Edward Cullen and push the truck away with your bare hands. (11)

7. He throws you off and runs off. You continue to walk away as if nothing happened, and at the age of 26 you marry a hot babe named Divona, raise two kids for 10 years before realizing that they are not yours but your brother's, which led to your taking up booze, having a secret affair with your secretary and working late night shifts. One day you catch Divona and your bro in the act, and you blindly shoot them before running blindly to the street and getting hit by a truck. EPIC PHAIL

8. He gets hit by a bus. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU JERK. EPIC PHAIL.

9. You die. What the cupcake were you thinking?! EPIC PHAIL.

10. You survive. You continue to walk away as if nothing happened, and at the age of 26 you marry a hot babe named Divona, raise two kids for 10 years before realizing that they are not yours but your brother's, which led to your taking up booze, having a secret affair with your secretary and working late night shifts. One day you catch Divona and your bro in the act, and you blindly shoot them before running blindly to the street and getting hit by a truck. EPIC PHAIL

11. You die. What the cupcake were you thinking?! Edward Cullen doesn't exist, you silly goose!!! EPIC PHAIL.

EPIC END. :P

Randomness from the dark hole in my skull :D

Little Miss was her name. Little Miss was little.

Little Miss was pretty. Petite, golden locks, blue eyes, and feminine curves.

Little Miss was talented. Little Miss could sing and dance and play sports and had straight A's.

Nobody liked Little Miss. Little Miss was too perfect.

Little Miss was probably snobby.

Little Miss probably thought she was better than everyone.

Little Miss was probably spoiled and rich.

Little Miss probably slept with your boyfriend.

Little Miss probably slept with your teacher.

Little Miss has no friends.

Little Miss was on her early morning jog.

Men grabbed Little Miss.

Men offered Little Miss money for a night.

Little Miss screamed no.

People heard Little Miss.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

The men took Little Miss.

The men did not pay Little Miss.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

Little Miss went to school.

The men attended Little Miss' school.

They told everyone that Little Miss begged them.

That Little Miss wanted it.

That Little Miss craved it.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

Little Miss graduated.

Little Miss applied for a job.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

Little Miss was too much of a slut.

Little Miss was too pretty to be smart.

Little Miss was too normal.

Little Miss cried all the way home.

Men grabbed Little Miss.

Nobody liked Little Miss.

She was too perfect.

WOWZ!

Lots of things have happened.

And by a lot, I mean a cupcake load of A LOT.

Like, my School Spelling Bee. I was second place. >.< (I lost on 'aquiescent'...grrr! >:O)

So much I don't know where to begin. :/ So I won't, even though I can just look through my emails and copy & paste everything that has happened in my life.

I'm lazy. xD I'm a procrastinator.

Guys, email me, it's a lot quicker. And I go on more often there. :]

CIAO DIBS!!!

SO... :/

Middle school is alright. It could be better, but I guess it's ok. Sure, I might be a B Student, but this is my schedule:

• Advanced World History
• Intro to Advanced Algebra
• Advanced P.E.
• ELECTIVE: Art
• Biology
  
• Advanced English

So I guess my B's are ok. And I'm in six clubs. Isn't it understandable?

Anyways, I can't really say much without worrying if anyone I don't want to read this...read this.

I think I'm going to become an asexual. Love is overrated. Not all girls love love. I've been single my whole life and have been doing fine. (ish) I don't NEED love.

Love is old. Overrated. You don't NEED it. Or at least, I don't need it.

Or want it. Whatever. It's complicated, and for what? A hug? A kiss?

I don't need it.

Anyways, besides my empty love life, my life has been going...blah. Life is dull.

I've never been to Forever 21. H&M. Can't. It's not that I'm so busy, but my parents.

I live far away from my school. In the hills. Places I want to go-to the mall with my friends, watch a movie with a bud-I've never done that.

Last year, my dad told me to wait until 13. Apparently I'm going to be kidnapped in a movie theatre.

This year, my parents' schedules are packed. Even if I was 13, I can't go anywhere. I need a ride. They're not home.

So this is why most of my life consists of me bored at home, doing absolutely nothing at all.

We go to parties to people I don't know. While they're partying and chatting with their friends I'm bored and alone.

Or we go to my little brother's best friend's house. I hate going there, but they tell me that I'm selfish.

I can't tell my parents to quit their jobs so I can hang out with my friends. I just wanted to be...trusted a little bit, you know?

It's just not fair.

But I've never been to a friend from my school's house unless we absolutely HAVE to, or it's a party. Never just to hang out.

If my parents don't know them, they won't let me.

I hate Santa Claus. I want to know that someone will still care about me enough to give me a present, not caring if I was bad or not.

But I'll try to be good, because this year, I want something-a social life.