Today was pretty boring. I have been feeling sick all day! It just sucks, seriously. My stomache has been hurting. I.m trying to set a goal to blog everyday, but it's not working much. It's actually getting harder. Today I talked with Shara for like four hours. It was super cool. I felt alot closer to her. She's cool. I'm suprised I haven't really hung out with her alot more. Hopefully we can hang out more since she has a car and things like that.

Anyways, I started to read a new book. I've heard it's good. It might be hard for me to read because it's in diary form. Hopefully I can adjust though. I don't really have much to talk about. I'm not in a blogging mood today.



YES! I did get pierced today. This piercing hurt so bad! It really hurt worse that any other piercing I've gotten. I got it on video. It went super quick. It's amazing. I'm officially addicted to piercings. I cannot help it at all! I think that it's true when people say that you can get addicted to anything. I think that tattoos and piercings are very addicting. I never thought that was true until I got my first one. After my first one, I really wanted another one, but I didn't want to go through the hassle of swelling and other stuff like that. In the end, I did. I've done it 10 times now! I have 6 regular earring holes, my righttragus, my left helix, my tongue, and my right-sided monroe. I still want alotmore,but I think I'm starting to scare my mom. She's pretty cool when it comes to stuff, but not this! I think she just doesn't want me to look weird and stuff, but really I won't! I think she just doesn't want me to get carried away is all. I know she doesn't want to hear my grandma be a grouch. That's never good.

Today was the Central vs. North game..I didn't go. I've never been to a football game for my school, EVER! I think I should've went, but it's too late now. Instead of going, I hung out with my little brother and his friends. It's crazy to me how my brother is so grown up now, and thekids he hangs out with are super funny. It seems like my brother is really popular, and I like that. I always feared that when my sibling would enter high school and middle school that he would get bullied and I would loose my entire mind. He gets made fun of, because kids these days are cruel, but he doesn't take it bad because he has good friends. His friends all love him because he is so funny. They are like little versions of what I am now. I can remember when I was like that. It's kind of like how teenagers my age are, but without money. LOL.

That's all I really did today. I did start to read a book, though.



"July 6th, 2008"
On July 6th, 2008, my life changed. My world was switched upside down. This is the day that one of my close friends passed away in a terrible car accident. It's been rough without him and I miss him more than words can explain, more than any one person should miss another person.
A few days before the accident, I had seen Mike at work being the normal person he was, joking around and hugging me. He was always goofy, jovial, caring, and sweet. His personality is the epitome of a comedian, someone who could bring a smile to anyone's face no matter what kind of mood they were in at the time. Mike and I weren't close like best friends were, we didn't text or call each other everyday, and we definately didn't hang out on the weekends! I had known Mike since we were young kids and he lived just down the street from me, his house being so close that I could see his bedroom from mine. We even worked at the same place, so we saw each other often.
The day of the accident everything happened so abruptly. I woke up to a text that read "RIP: Mike Driggers. You will be missed." I suddenly shook my head confusingly, thinking "This has got to be a joke!" I went downstairs to let my mom in on what I had just heard. "Really? I heard it was David Driggers, not Mike." I had to find out what this was all about, so I sent a text message to a friend of mind who associated with Mike more than I did on a regular basis. Staring off into spacewaiting for that crucial text was one of the hardest things I've had to endure in my life. When the reply came confirming the death of my friend Joseph "Mike" Driggers, my heart froze and my world came tumbling down. "Yeah, it was him" was the only thing I could remember, having that statement replay over and over in my head. The tears came rushing down my face like a rainstorm. I couldn't stop crying. Each second that passed, it got harder and harder for me. I wished it could've been me. My mind had all these thoughts leaking from it. Why did it have to happen to him? Why did he have to go so soon? It wasn't even his time to go! He didn't deserve that! He'd just graduated and turned eighteen! The more thoughts that jam-packed themselves into my mind, the more lost and alone I felt. I never thought I'd see the day when Mike wouldn't be around. He was just an overall amazing person. The wake was the hardest part of all. Seeing his lifeless body in the casket was the icing on the cake I'd never wanted.
Seeing all the people who were hurt and broken by losing him made me stop and realize that people, including myself, take things for granted and that in a split second it could all be gone. The funeral passed by and I watched as smiles returned to the faces of Mikes' friends and family. Mike will never be forgotten. All that's left now is to embrace the memories we all shared with him and to stop mourning because God needed Mike as an angel. On June 12th, 1990 an angel was brought to this Earth and on July 7th, 2008 he was taken back home. Rest In Peace Michael Driggers. I love you.



This is the second post today.  I just got done writing in my last class.  I do have a topic though.

Do you ever think of how people really are?  People always want whats new and improved, but as soon as they get it they want something else.  I just switched to Sprint service August 1st, and I got a pretty nice phone.  I got the red Palm Centro, touch screen and all.  Now that I know I've got Sprint and a kick BUTT phone, I'm not really satisfied.  I know that that's weird, because it's not even September yet and I already want a new phone.  Silly, I know.  I have a job and so it wouldn't be any type of burden for my mother, but at the same time I don't like hearing her nagging all the time about spending money correctly.  I know she has good intentions, but that's not always easy to see when the task is at hand.  Sometimes my mom has good points, usually she doesn't when it comes to my style.  She always tells me that I have "expensive taste", but I think that's only because she's older and really doesn't realize that everything costs more now-a-days.  Back to the subject....I think that people aren't really ever satisfied with what they have in life.  I know that personally, I'm not.  i always have room to grow and I always want what I don't have.  Being like this doesn't really make me happy, but it's not to the point of disgust.  I think that people should be grateful on what they do have, and what they get.  I know I'm sounding hypocritical but, I know that I REALIZE the real issues at hand.  


I'm at school writing today. I have to get atleast one more post so that I didn't get points deducted. Today it's rainy and it's making me tired. I think that this writing everyday is a little bit harder than i had expected. I think that senior year is also a little bit harder than expected. I know that alot of my friends seemed to think senior year was just going to fly by, but they got a taste of reality! The hardest part for me is actually knowing that this is the last year and wanting it to go by super fast.

I don't really know what else to write about.
Maybe I'll start a story.
A story about my best friend.

Today, it was raining. There was a woman trying to come inside with an umbrella. There was about four girls who were walking to the Viking Center. My friend stopped dead in her tracks because she thought the woman was bringing a donkey into the school! A DONKEY!

Oh yeah, freshman are weird. Today at breakfast some freshman got mad and offended because we used the term "freshman"



Has there ever been anything that you do so greatly that everyone wants a part of? I think that what I do greatly is graphic design. Graphic design to me, is like the apple of my eye. I absolutely love it! I think that I want to go to college for this profession. The only problem is that everyone wants me to make a picture for them or a Myspace layout or someting or another. I don't have problems with doing things for people because I like to do graphic designing and other things, I just hate when people take your kindness for granted. There's always a few people that only be nice to me when they want something. It kind of sucks because you think that person is your true friend, but in the end they really aren't. It gets complicated because you never know when the person is being real or not.



Today has been an easygoing day.  I didn't want to come to school today, though.  I think it's way too soon to already be loathing school.  I think it's just because I don't like mornings.  I think that mornings are the worst things that God ever created.  Seriously.  I got some new shoes on Friday.  I think I'm going to start a new Vans thing, except I don't think I can leave my Nike Dunks alone.  I think that I'm going to start shopping online for a lot more stuff.  I found some cool new websites that I like a lot. 

I want to start reading a book, but I'm not sure which book.  I need help.  I really don't even have time to read a book, but I want to do something productive with my day instead of doing a whole lot of nothing.  I just seen how often blogger.com autosaves.  =] 

Don't you think that it's weird when you see people you haven't seen in a long time and you see them.  You see how much they've changed and you contrast the differences to how they were before when you knew that alot better.  During these past few years of high school, I've watched as I became closer to them and then all of a sudden was pushed away, not because I wanted to be, but because things happened.  There's nothing you can really say that can change that.  It sucks, yes, but still...  I wonder if the people who have drifted from me ever wonder about me.  It seems as though it would be nice if they did, but I doubt they do.  I think that people change often, most of the time it's weird to see what they've changed into.  This year I've had so many people tell me that I've changed a lot.  The funny thing is, I really didn't change overnight.  I've kind of been changing, people just never realized it.  Slowly, I changed into this person.  A person that I'm getting happier with as time progresses.  I think that my change has been for the better.  When I was in 9th grade, I was all tomboy-ish and I never wore makeup.  I wore long t-shirts and never wore a pair of earrings!  It all changed.  Now I like earrings, cute girly clothes, I have piercings, I don't listen to just one type of music, and I've learned to accept people for who they are, because I want people to accept me for who I am.  People think I'm weird or different because I have a few piercings, but really...it's just a way of self expressing.  I think that too many people judge you when you have no reason to be judged.  Parents, kids, siblings, and friends all judge you, now whether they make that judgement known or not is a whole different story.  

I want to get a new piercing.  My other tragus.  It's hard talking my mom into this.  It really doesn't make sense to me because I alrady have one...

TIME'S UP!  Class....... =[



There's always those people in the group that ask for everything. I get sick of having to help people. I help people with myspace, money problems, boyfriend problems, singling problems. It never truely stops. Even when you are close to the person who is asking you for help, sometimes it seems to much to do. People always want you to drop what you are doing yourself and do what they need. People usually take your kindness for weakness. I think this post will probably be one of my most important ones because I've finally came to terms with this subject. I can't keep helping people with the expectations of getting something out of it. People don't care because they didn't put effort into it. It sucks how friendships can end off of things like this. I know that it's good to help your friends when they are in need, bu it comes to a point where you've got to stop. I know it might seem as if I'm cold and heartless, but I'm truthfully not. I just realize that people don't care.



Today I cleaned, cleaned, and cleaned some more. It was okay, I guess. The only bad part is that I had to work and THEN clean. Sounds bad, right? Well- yeah, ecxept for that I was pretty much cleaning and making myself feel better. It was fun after my room was all cleaned up and stuff. I swear you never know how much clothes you actually have until you do your own laundry. I mean I usually do my own, but it felt different tonight.

I've been trying out a few new things lately. A new project that I'm thinking of starting is a flickr.com account. I want to post pictures of me, very frequently so that I can look back a year or two from now and see the changes. Sound good? I think so.

Brothers are stupid, by the way. DO NOT HAVE ONE! Mine is usually cool and junk, but he must've been having an off day today. He was actin like an idiot. I think it's just because of him becoming a teenager. Oh yeah, kid brothers becoming teenagers is a fun thing to go through. NOT! For some reason, he has this arrogant, cocky attitude when he is around his friends. It makes me mad because he knows I don't act like that towards him.



Today was a good night. The first OFFICIAL weekend of my senior year. Honestly, it really doesn't feel like I'm a senior. I'm sure the time will fly like everyone's been saying, though. Anyways, I had a fun, but rough night. I don't really want to go into detail because it's late. I do know that a friend really seemed to backstab me. The thing that bothers me most is that it wasn't just a FRIEND, it was my BEST FRIEND! Yeah...this really bugs me. I know that people make mistakes, but I definately feel like all of this could've been prevented.

I went to see "The House Bunny". It was FREAKIN HILARIOUS! Go see it if you haven't already.

DISCLAIMER- if anyone comments on this blog or has anything to say about it, I want you ot know that YES it is a personal blog and YES it is being monitered by a teacher. It's not monitered like THAT, but it's monitered to an extent. Let's keep the foul language on the down-low and just read how I feel about life, in general.


So I was typing in class and i decided that I'd just re-type it out on my home computer. Today, well YESTERDAY was my official English journaling point. I now have to journal every single day, even when we don't have class. Ironically, I think it will be fun. Anyway, back to my ORIGINAL post..

My post was/is about a friend. A friend named Rachel George. Rachel is like really amazing. She's got the best style, she's real creative, and she's one of the most honest people I know. I think that she helped inspire me to actually take the creative writing class. When I think of Rachel, I think of how I wish I was. She's open, and really doesn't care what other people think. She can do make-up really well too. This isn't a bribe for anyone to like Rachel, because I'm sure she has her flaws too. This IS a small portion of why I like her and why I'm in my creative writing class now.