Hey, dont blame me, lack of titles run in my family...

So much craziness.

I have been SO stressed lately, which has led to me being very down, which sucks. Other things have brought me here too.

I feel wierd. So much stuff is happenning,but i dont know what the suff is. That, i dont really care about. But there's one person (you know who you are, i wont name names) that is wish would let me in. Please, realize I am ALWAYS here for you, to help you. And that's what I want to. Please dont think I'm mad for you not telling others' secrets. I dont want you to do that. I would just like to be let into you, so i can help. Life gets crazy. Stuff happens. But friends are there to help you through it, and i am always here. You just need to pick up the phone. Or stop by. Or write a letter, damnit, whatever works best for you. I want to help. I want to be there for you. But i need a little bit of help. Please. I dont care if you are unsure of what's going on. I dont ave to KNOW stuff for sure. I justwant you to be able to cry on my shoulder if need be, or become exasperated at me. Anything. Anything. Ok?

*sigh* Life is a soap opera. Especially high school life. Especially-especially mine. I need a break, but mst of all i need... whatever it is that feels missing from me. I feel somewhat empty, something is missing. I dont know what it is. I dont know if I want to know. I probably cant get it anyway.

I'm rambling. Sorry. Go back to your regualrly scheduled lives.

Person to whom i was speaking above: No, I'm not mad. Not at all. Not even frusterated. Just... hoping you know all of the above.

And Ashley: FIX YOUR COMP! please.

"Cindy quick! Grab his electron!"

Canada's Next Top Evelyn

Wow. Wierd. I'm going to modeling camp.

Not joke. 3-Day thing. In July or August (I get to pick). Learn to put on make-up, etc. And walk. Fashion show at the end.

Wierd. I am so not the type. I dunno. I guess I'll go back to school and be fabulous, dahling. Not quite sure what to make of this. It sounds like fun, but it would probably be wasted on me, as I'll never be a model. Hello people, it's me.

So, Annie, Mia, Louise: we will have a reunion party if its the last thing I do! [details to follow]

Yes, I realize this is the second time I've posted today, but I felt the need to post again.

"Cindy quick! Grab his electron!"

Right now I'm fourteen years, 1 hour, 18 minutes and 3 seconds old. 4seconds... 5 seconds... 6 seconds... 7 seconds... 8 seconds...

Yay fourteen! SO finished with being 13. You have all heard that rant :P

This is one of my best birthdays. It was party all weekend. Friday night, Saturday night, Sunday night, tonight... *Phew* It's tiring!

Orchestra played for Cambridge Public School today. It was cool. Ms. Bradley never ceases to surprise me.

I missed science though. Not good. I need that average up.

Ummm... what else...

Oh, GEASO isn't proressing. I'll probably abandon it. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, it doesnt matter. Not a big deal.

Must go open pressies now. Bye!

"Cindy quick! Grab his electron!"

No! The C!

Today was Rememberance Day. The choir got out of class at 9:30 to warm-up for the ceremony which started at 10:45, or something like that. We had to sing 'Ave Maria'. Everyone I talked to liked it. It was too high for me to sing before, but I can sing it now. Well, not right now, because my voice is dead. Not only did I havea cold to begin with, but we had an hour-long warm-up, we sang our song in the ceremony, and then Bradley made us actually have a practice. Usually she gives us a break right fter a performance. But no. And we didn't even do anything productive.

Painted posters for VOICES after school, for anti-bullying week, which is in two weeks. It was fun to hang out with Kate again, whom I hadn't talked to since leadership camp.

Oh! YAY! the Lisgarwrite is out! Which also means that I have to sell them tomorrow at lunch, but that's ok. Comstocks: you will be getting a copy of this from my mom, as she feels the need to show it to everyone because my story is the cover story. I have been getting many complements on it though.

Which brings me to the next point: I NEED STORY IDEAS! The next set of stories are due tomorrow, but they always extend the due date. If anyone has ANY ideas, please let me know

"Cindy quick! Grab his electron!"

I hate November: The Sequel

How many nights of too little sleep does it take to make a zombie?

I'd really like to know. Because I think I'm headed there.

Break downs are no fun. None at all. I hate them a lot.

NaNoWriMo sounds like fun. I wish I had joined in on it. Too late now. Plus I don't think I would have been able to do it. One can't write very much when you doubt your writing abilities. Meh. I guess there's next year. If anyone does NaNoWroMo again.

I wish I were there. A lot. Special hug to Nathan. I wish I were there to give it to you in person.

Oh, and all you Glebites out there: thanks for reading. I'm so glad you're enjoying my blog. Oh, and I accept non-blogger member comments. Don't be shy.

"Cindy quick! Grab his electron!"