I'd just like to say, everyone, I HATE THIS PLACE! GOODBYE! There's always a bug going around and I can't do ANYTHING, the rules are too tight, and NONE OF MY FRIENDS ARE EVER HERE! I QUIT! And to clench matters, Robbie1888 is tracking my contributions! That seems creepy to me! He gets a message, saying 'Viewer876 sent a quote to So & So Cartoon'! Just how can you do that!? When I log out in one minute, this may be my FINAL log out.

My God. My God. I can't believe what I just did. About 30 minutes ago, I went to the Queen Elizabeth School playground, swung on the swings, and wrote 'Ritalin Kills' on the wall. I can explain. About 7 years ago, there was a rambunctious little girl who went to Queen Elizabeth Elementary. She drove the Kindergarten teacher crazy, because she never sat still and always had to be walking around. The teacher was fed up. She, the school psychologist and the principal called the girl's parents to a meeting. The principal spoke all about the wonders of a drug, supposedly made for kids, called 'Ritalin'. The teachers all wanted the girl's parents to give the girl ritalin so she would be quiet in school. The parents denied, since the girl was only five. The girl was pulled out of school and went to a catholic school. I am that little girl. Just today, our family found out that ritalin- ACTUALLY KILLS PEOPLE! It gives a long-time user (always a kid) heart and organ problems. If they use it too long, they get major problems. My parents are glad that I never took ritalin. I turned out perfectly fine. If I took this drug, I'd be in terrible shape. What makes me angry is that you're supposed to take ritalin for 16 years. Then you graduate from school. THEY JUST GIVE IT TO YOU TO KEEP YOU QUIET IN SCHOOL! So minutes after I learned this, I went to Queen Elizabeth school and wrote 'ridylin kills', 'ridilyn causes liver and heart problems' and 'don't take ridilyn' on the dumpster. Darn it, I spelled 'ridilin' wrong. And in small writing, on the back door, I wrote: "Don't use ridylin. It kills." And what will the school do when they discover someone's written anti-ritalin messages on the dumpster and the wall with a sharpie? Why, I will be thrown in the Canada Juvy. I should be proud that I warned kids at that school not to kill themselves with that drug! It almost happened to me! I'm worried I'll be in jail for the rest of my life!

This is the best picture I could make. Yes, that is my hand and that's the computer I used for the pictures.

Yesterday night, we had a ton of fireworks to set off for New Years'. There was one called 'the tsunami' and Dad, held it in his hand and light it. It went off. Most of my Dad's facial hair got burned, his head was on fire for a second (he was okay in the end) and there were sparks all over the yard. A blue fireball just missed me. Dad decided next time we bought a 'tsunami' we'd put it in a bucket of sand and run.

My Sister got a book and 'paints' for Christmas. The 'paint' is not paint. It is some vaseline-like substance in five colours. You smear then on the pictures in the book, and BLAM you either have a colourful picture or a slimey mess. NOBODY BUY THEM! ~Me, on the other hand, got a Pez dispenser for Christmas. It's Daffy Duck wearing a green beret [Yes, I know that's a movie.] And Mom said later that she gave me that Pez for one main reason- That it looked like Darkwing Duck, and she thought I'd like it. [I did. I'll try to take a picture of it]~

They think this because always wear decent clothes. Not a t-shirt with a self-demeaning slogan (like 'I wish these were brains') or pants tighter than laminating. Those jerkettes told everyone in grade 6+ that I am a raving lesbian. Dang school. Dang styles. Dang peer pressure. And now a poll: Should I turn from this: To this?: -No glasses -hair straightened -wearing tight short skirt -wearing strapless tank-top 3 sizes too small, with slogan 'available for parties' -high heels -disturbingly expensive purse -high, caffienated voice -tendency to say 'whatever a lot (I didn't draw a picture. It would be gruesome.)

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New Years eve and day is basically about the years changing, a time to remember, and a time to prepare. And a whole load of bizarre parties. [color=red]1. Resolutions These are the things you make every New Year's eve that you want to improve on. They are usually about 'excercising more', 'being mild tempered', 'becoming a nicer person', or 'stop wasting time typing blogs'. People usually stick with them, until mid-January when nearly everyone tires of being a saint, or want to go back to school and annoy others.[/color] [color=blue]2. Celebrations A New Year's party is basically a gathering of friends and family celebrating the last party of the season. They know they'll have to wait 'til somebody's birthday or February for the next gathering. The typical stereotype of a New Years party involves drinking, somebody spiking the egg nog, watching the New York ball dropping, Dick Clark on TV for one more year [the supermarket tabloid claims it's his last one. Stop prying into his life, paparazzi!] and the New Year. Who knows what can happen in 2006? Or 2007? [/color] [color=green]3. Y2K bug Even though it died in 1999, some people are convinced it will come back. The Y2K Bug was supposedly to destroy ever computer on earth on New Year's eve 1999. It didn't. The Simpsons even had an episode making fun of it in the Treehouse of Horror special, and it basically summed it up: The robots going insane and attacking humankind. But, I am typing on here, so did Y2K get to us? Nope.[/color] [color=purple]4. TV specials There are quite a lot of New Years specials, mainly Peanuts, Simpsons and Family Guy. They often include the tradional [/color] [color=red]crashed-party-with-guest-piking-punch-and-somebody-puking-in-fireplace.[/color] [color=purple]I have seen a lot of the specials, and I haven't seen any yet so I can't summarize any. Sorry. But I remember in the Peanuts special, the Red-hair-girl's face appears to the audience. Charlie Brown did not know she was at Linus's New Years party [AHA, SEE? ANOTHER PARTY!!] because he fell asleep while reading War & Peace.[/color] That is so far my New Years guide. Remember, don't drink the punch, stay awake, and visit Holophonor's blog for a better guide. Happy Holidays!

[color=white]I started menstration in November, and it happened again today. I found out when I realized my light pink underwear turned maroon when I went to the toilet. I have lost 1/8 of a cup of blood. I have gone through 5 liners. Mom tells me this is supposed to happen. I'm tired, I feel nauseous and weak, and I turned pale. My first visit of The Curse was in mid-November, with 2 drops of a bloody paste at school. Too scared to tell Mom. And now, what scares me now, is that all this stuff is similar to what happens if you have Ureathra Cancer. The ureathra is the lower part of the vaginal area. 2 out of 20 women get this cancer. Every day for the rest of your life, you have bloody paste and blood coming out of you. Eventually, you lose too much blood and require a blood transplant. I must be on guard. I'll have exactly 4 weeks until I ned a transplant. Merry Christmas. And I pray to God that no one figured out how to read this. UPDATE: God hates me. He truly hates me. I am dying of blood loss, I am on my 12th liner, almost all of my underwear is stained, and I can't go swimming. Theis is only Day Four. Three more days of Death. And I will go through this for another 40 years, then I die. This is some sick plan set up by God so I can be eliminated from the human race. It's not fair.[/color]

Subway's a restaurant in our town. They serve subs and cookies. Our school orders them for hot lunches once a year. Today was the last day of school, and the Subway day. I was supposed to get turkey, but I opened it and saw that the order form for my lunch had all these checkmarks next to things I didn't want. Lettuce, tomato, pepper, some slop, and others. The whole damned thing looked like somebody ate a chicken salad sandwich and puked into a wrapper and gave it to me. I think they should have ASKED if I wanted that crud, like: "Would you like some subterranian vomit spread on your sub, kid?" All I got to eat was a cookie and a little milk carton. Adding to that, an 8th grader girl called me a 'Stupid fat blob girl', somebody put a paper in my desk that said 'Are you afraid?' and had a disturbing picture of Steelbeak taped to it, and my father has a concussion. Some last day of school. The day before Christmas holidays is supposed to be a day of freedom, games, and happiness. Instead I got a Puke Sandwich, an insult, a picture of a rooster, and an injured parent.