Bleh.

Yea, yea, Thanksgiving, turkey, pilgrims, whatever. OK, since most of you aren't from Mass, you probably won't get my boredom. When you've been wrapped up in all this pilgrims nonsense since 3rd grade, and you've seen the stupid rock, you've seen the Native Americans, you've seen the people dressed up like pilgrims or puritans or turkeys, it gets BORING. Thanksgiving? My opinion? Stupid holiday. It's FOOD for crying out loud! You can have a turkey and gravy and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce any other time of the year. Another reason for my boredom: TWELVE FREAKING TURKEYS CROSS MY YARD EVERYDAY AND LEAVE US "presents". For whatever reason they disappear around Thanksgiving...COINCIDENCE MUCH? I THINK NOT! *goes forward to 1700's* My great great great (ect. idk how many) grandpa. Josiah Bartlet. Bartlet is not my last name. It's my mom's maiden name, k? Now, if you've been to Bartlet, New Hampshire you've probably seen my relatives. So next time you see a copy of the Declaration of Independence look for his name. Yes, he's signed it. Now, back to Thanksgiving, I'm a picky eater. I don't like turkey. There. I said it. Not to mention I got my nana coming over. I hate it when she comes over. She hates me. You know why? Cause she's exactly like Keira. She's a bully that can't handle the fact that I'm a freak. My mom and dad don't exactly like her either. Why they invite her over year after year? No clue. I would way rather my aunt, uncle, and cousins from Colorado come over, (I actually like them) but the whole Colorado factor is an inconvenience. OK, so, I'll leave you with that rant.

Cya!

NP2T

New Blog. With Amber Rosepetal, Mary Dreamshade, AND Alia Lotuspetal. http://np2tourspiral.blogspot.com/ Check it out. There are four posts, one from each of us, read them all, but the bottom one explains most. That's all I have to say! Bye!

This thing...tried to EAT ME

I swear, Celestia has it out for me. First the situation with Eeglus, now this? IT'S A GIANT LOBSTER CLAW! HOW CAN IT EAT?!?!?! IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A MOUTH! In the Grotto, they have this giant lobster claw thing. It tried to eat me. I was walking by, and it bit me. I couldn't snag picture of it eating me, but I did get a picture of it.

And while I do realize you're starring up Briar's butt, it was the best shot I could get. OK. Bye! Beware the claw! Bye!

Cya! (Beware the claw!)

One Word: Bono.

OK, so everyone here has heard of him, and if you haven't, you live in a cave. Am I right?WHAT? YOU DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS? SHAME! SHAME ON YOU CAVE PEOPLE! OK, you'll probably know who he is once I explain it. So, my little cave people, BONO IS THE LEAD SINGER FOR U2! And if you have no clue who U2 is, you, my friend, have some serious issues. In music class Mr. Erickson explained a project on a musical person. We were assigned our person, and for me, that's usually bad news. I almost always get the deadbeat person who you can't find any information on. Well, not this time. I got Bono. If you don't know much about him, you're probably thinking he's a jerk who's gotten too obsessed with his career. Well, except for Mr. Macphisto, (his alter ego of a self-centered rock star and the devil) The Fly, (his alter ego of a stereotypical rock star) and Mirror Ball Man (a parody of American televangelists) which are all stage characters, he's pretty down to earth. Despite spray-painting a statue and saying the "f" word on live television, he's a great humanitarian. I will make a list. Yes, a bulleted list.

• Nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize



• Knighted by Queen Elizabeth III



• Helps decrease debt in third-world countries



• Has donated thousands of dollars to AIDS foundations

Most of his songs are based of political troubles too. You heard "In The Name of Love"? MLKJr. assassination. What about "Sunday Bloody Sunday"? A bombing on November 8th, 1989 bombing that left 11 dead and 63 injured. Since he has so many great songs, I'll give you a couple Youtube Links.

First: With or Without You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmSdTa9kaiQ&ob=av2e

Now, Sunday Bloody Sunday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EM4vblG6BVQ&NR=1

And now, In The Name Of Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHcP4MWABGY&ob=av2n

As awesome as Bono is, there is still one thing that haunts me........*dramatic music*..........

Oh, Bono...The eighties were not good to anyone.

Cya!

*kicks wall*

God, I hate puberty. Mood swings over the littlest things, not to mention every-I'm gonna leave that part out. Have you noticed most of my posts are getting kind of edgy? I'll tell you why. POGY ME HONE, KEIRA! I hate her. As far as I'm concerned, she could jump of a cliff and I would stand there and laugh. I know she probably has home problems, but that's no reason to take it out on her peers. Who gives a damn if I wear Crocs, Life Is Good shirts, or baggy pants? It's better than having your circulation cut off from skinny jeans. Hey, I can handle people making fun of me for having my hair in a braid everyday or my clothes. But there's still one thing that pushes me over the top. My best friend, who I've known for years now, wont talk to me. Every time a see her in the hall, she gives me the evil eye. For those of you who think she hates me besides, you're wrong. She plays Wizard101. We go over to each others houses on a weekly basis. But no, in the hall, I'm a zero. A nobody. A freak. And you know what? I do get made fun of for playing Wizard101. And, heck, I'm proud of it. You know what else I get made fun of for? My taste in music. I like mostly nineties bands. I can't stand a minute of that ear-drum-shattering "Baby". I get made fun of for getting good grades. I get made fun of for being creative. I get made fun of for having the friends I have. I get made fun of for being myself. I get made fun of for being in Yearbook. And speaking of Yearbook, guess who decided to join this year? Keira. Ya know why? Cause she only wants certain people in it. Guess what! The art teacher only allows people to be repeated once. And everyone has to be in it. And you know what else? I have been bullied by to of my (used-to-be) best friends. Rachel. Remember that? I knew that fight was coming. I knew for six months. I can also copy and paste an entire facebook fight with a girl named Jordan. But I wont. So, just in case you're wondering why I seem mad, now ya know.