Post One-Hundred and Thirty-One.

Yeah.

Post One-Hundred and Thirty.

The balloon was a success... er, I mean Deloris was a success. Jordy picked the name, not me. Mr. Sellers wants to keep it to hang up on his wall of past projects. So, sweet.

School's nearing an end.
I need to work on my projects.

Post One-Hundred and Twenty-Nine.

I've given up Edge. No, that doesn't mean I'm going to be drinking and drugging up all the time. I've still yet to have a drink or anything like that. It is just, y'know, I never "X"d up because I never felt a need. It wasn't because it was a hassle, but it was just because I chose not to do so. Technically, I'm still Edge right now, even if I'm not being committed to the oath. Whatever.

This doesn't mean I'm a failure or a quitter. I'm opening up to opportunities, I guess? No, I'm not going to get high or do other drugs with you. I'd rather not do that stuff, to be honest. One day, maybe I'll take a drink, but hey... for the time being, I'm going to wait until the stuff is legal for me.

I'm hoping this hot air balloon works. The colours are jokes... because I ran out of enough pink and lime green for the 5th panel. So... 4/5 panels are pink and lime green... the other panel is yellow and blue. Can I say roflcopters? I think I did.

in da crowd you finna get hit

Post One-Hundred and Twenty-Eight.

I'm still really sleepy. Sleepy. Sleepy.

I've had a good talk with a friend. I've realized things happen the way they do because that's how the bricks are intended to fall. No, it wasn't destiny or fate set in stone. Choices were made and paths were decided. I'm not sorry for this. I'm just sorry some of the choices I made weren't because I really had the option, but because I was given no other choice. Though, that's okay. I'm going to continue to let these bricks fall where they may. Things will work out how they're intended to eventually. And, well, I can wait for eventually.

Post One-Hundred and Twenty-Seven.

This is all jokes.
You're all jokes.
That is all.

Post One-Hundred and Twenty-Six.

In my opinion, Day of Silence was really successful. No one wrote disrespectful things on our sign we left up for people to sign to show their support of the cause. Some people were jerks and kept trying to get many of us to speak. That was a bit annoying. But, it really informed some people. Mrs. Marsot told me at the end of the day that a senior we're all to familiar with (LP) actually asked her all surprised like if we had gay people in our school.

Did you guys know that the school I went to last year, West Carteret High School (Morehead City, NC), doesn't have a GSA? Some students tried to start one and the Board of Education turned them down.

It's crazy.

Post One-Hundred and Twenty-Five.

Tomorrow is Day of Silence... just thought I should throw that out there.

Within darkness, there is a light to guide you through the hardest of trials and tribulations. A smile in a sea of frowns. Your burden is one in which you don't have to bare alone.

Post One-Hundred and Twenty-Four.

I wonder how long I'll keep up with this blogging thing.

Gotta take notes for a book talk tonight that I'm doing tomorrow. Um, write a short 4 paragraph essay for the same class on the same book...

10 problems for Chemistry.

Get this all done before Friday!

Post One-Hundred and Twenty-Three.

I don't know what to expect out of life.

I think I want to end with knowing I've had a profound moment. That would be nice.

Post One-Hundred and Twenty-Two.

Jennifer's rave was fun... though, not everyone wanted to dance. I danced almost the whole time. It was awesome. I'm still sore. It hurts to walk. Happy Birthday. xD

Yesterday, I went to Quincy. I got my prom shoes. I got some prom jewelry. Prom is weird.

Thank you Jessica for getting this song stuck in my head.

Post One-Hundred and Twenty-One.

I'm not any better than I was the first day. I don't miss him. I miss who I thought he was.

“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”
~J.K. Rowling

I'm going to be strong. I promised myself to get over this.

Post One-Hundred and Twenty.

So, Jennifer's birthday/mini-party was Saturday. Amber's was Sunday. Both were fun in their own retrospect. Cake fight. Oh, geeze. Cake was everywhere. My boogies turned blue 'cos of the frosting stuff. Happy Birthday to Jenjen and Amber.

Post One-Hundred and Nineteen.

I'm pretty much in love with this web comic.