Happiness makes me cry sometimes.

Last night I thought about happy memory's, and one of the memory's was on Monday when in science class, there was something about juices in you're body and Lydia started to poke me in the stomach while saying, "Juices!!!" It makes me smile now. And the song about how the world is awesome by Discovery makes me smile to. Along with other happy memory's when Lucy was still here in America and hung out with me. Just thinking about this stuff makes me cry happy tears. Don't worry people, I'm happy now. I feel great! :)  

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I got a new computer yesterday, its a Gateway netbook with windows 7. Its kind of cool, but the words on the screen are nearly invisible when there is no maximum zoom, so thats a half of a down point, its half cause you can easily fix the problem. I made my official facebook yesterday too. And I didn't need to lie about age! Woopie! 

             Kayleigh slept over last night, and like always at this time, she is still asleep. My mom thinks both of us are asleep, but only one of us is, and I'm just staying in my room for safety.

                  I am so bored right now and don't really know what to talk about, so good bye. 

Why do these things happen to me??

I just don't understand... Is there some dead person in the afterlife who has a grudge against me?? Cause now One found my blog and know who he is, and he is Nat! I can't say how I feel about him on here cause he will read and won't go to my party cause he would be to weirded out by me to go to it! But..... I could still write, maybe? I'm already depressed, so its not really going to affect me, is it? I really don't know, and I want to make this blog a little bit more happy (taking Nat's and other people's advice), I could probably change the background, but I like it to much..... But I should, right?
                        I should just say how I feel about Nat and get over with it cause he read my entry that was all about him, and he is completely weirded out already, I mean, what would happen, Nat would try to avoid me at all costs (please not happen, please not happen!) And Nat, if your reading this, pay close attention! 
                         Nat, you confuse me to much, sometimes I like you, and sometimes I want to crush you; but right now my feelings for you are sweet, but I don't give a damn if you tease me about it forever. I like you, a lot. I hope you respect that, and tell me how you really feel about me (no lying!) and if you don't like me the way I like you, I will respect that, but I may feel hurt and there is nothing wrong with that. Nat, please still come to my party, ok? Your a good friend, and even if you don't like that I like you more than a friend, please understand I will not force you to like me back. Now to let you know what I like about you, here is a list: 
              1. Your frigging funny
               2. As you call yourself a lot, you are a beast (sometimes)
               3. You can be very polite at times

Falling

I'm playing a game called falling bush and all you do is make bush fall, and you can squeeze through the giant bubbles, heres a link falling bush to it. Check it out, its fun! 

City Of Blinding Lights

Don't know why I wrote a title of a U2 song for this post title. No idea why.... I need help finding out where my birthday party is going to be, I kinda want it to be in Lincoln Park or Coleman pool, maybe Lincoln Park. I really don't know.
               My aunt got into a car crash today on here way to take care of me and Piper, but thankfully she is completely fine; not her car though. I got a glass flying pig from Pier 1  Imports today, and a bunch of awesome of clothes yesterday, but I can't wear them until after my birthday. I also had a dream where no one remember my birthday (like in 16 Candles) and everyone was rude to me, I woke up crying. I hope Kayleigh or Lydia (or even both) will come over tomorrow cause I need to hang out with my friends, but my friends are always busy on weekends so I end up staying in my room or on my computer during the weekends. So I should just kinda give up on hanging out with my friends on weekends. I am always tired, always. No matter how much sleep I get, I still feel like I only slept 5 hours. And I want the evil dark circles under my eyes to go away, they make me look like a drunk, a sad, sad, sad drunk, I mean, look at my hair! Always tangled and fizzed up. And now I'm being self-centered by started almost every sentence in this post, I hate doing that! I need to work on being happy, badly. I'm always sad, very sad, even when I want to be happy, what is up with that??? One doesn't like sad people or things, so I want to work on being happy so everyone won't feel bad around me and will want to hang out with me, cause I want my friends to enjoy my company. I just don't really know how I'm going to be able to be happy, 75% of the time I'm with my friends really, its unhealthy to be happy all the time, no matter what the situation is, in my opinion. 
           Good night people.........    

Blah Blah Blah

Nothing really new has happened to me, I do feel sad more often now even though I try to be happy. I don't know why. Now I'm listening to a playlist I made on my iPod, it has songs like 'City of Blinding Lights' by U2. And other songs that make me feel good. Lydia is in Vancouver, and all my classes are empty cause a migratory of my class is in band, me and Kayleigh didn't go, but she didn't come to school today because she thought that One, Two Raphael Paulson and Four are gone and we would have no one to hang out with, but she was wrong. They were here and the teased me about being pregnant, why? I have no clue at all really. I sat in art at a very empty table and the only person in the class that I could endure was Frank, a guy who some people think is crazy and very strange; but I talk to him during the passing time between 2nd period and 3rd period, and hes funny. I sat next to him in art cause it felt weird sitting at an empty desk. We talked about music and how Justin Bieber needed to come out of the closet. And about a emo mask that I'm making in art. We both chose music that was actually good and not songs by Justin Bieber. I don't really care if I misspell 'Bieber', so no one give me crap about not spelling it right please. Good night people. 

Being Dramatic

Don't be dramatic, like these creatures and people









Scary, right. My caterpillar died today :( but in remembrance, I watch Tron and watch 30-second Bunnies. 
                              I also got a weird email today, it was an advertisement for a "special" for men, very weird.                             This type of writing is weird..........