No Answer Means I'm Here

It's Halloween, the most creative, yet sucky holiday out there. I don't like little kids, I don't like them at my door, and I don't like them sucking out my candy stash since I don't buy candy for them. I don't like answering my door for anyone really. I think it's a little creepy considering these kids don't know me or care, really.

Just had my first people come by. I didn't answer, nor will I answer. I'm sorry, but I'm in my comfy pj's procrastinating on my AP outline. I'm not gonna give that up to satisfy your candy needs. Nobody gives me candy anymore. I swear, the lady in the office of my apartments thought I was in like my 20's Is that why? I look old? Psh.

Just came up with a punny phase for Halloween. It's GENIUS. Now I have to wait for next year to use it though, I just hope I can remember it.

Please people, do not ask me if I want candy. You know I do, but it makes me feel lazy. I will take Twizzlers or anything licorice-y and well, pretty much anything you don't want. Oh, screw it, just give me all you don't want. I'll take it.

Uh, I'm so bored. I really want to watch a scary movie, but I get scared way too easily. Stupid school work got me at home. Bleh. I really don't want to do web stories anymore, I feel like I write too much sometimes. I seriously need to stick to my lovely angrily-written columns and editorials.

Censorship and Thank You

Today, as I  looked up Rocklin High School trying to get to the website, I found an article on the LA Times about my actions against the censorship of Different Seasons by Stephen King. I followed this trail through the internet to protests letter sent to the board, to even an article in the NY Daily news! I cannot believe how large this has gotten.

It's late at night, and I need to go to bed soon, but I want to thank everyone who has supported me, especially my teachers. There were many times I wanted to hide, and many times I almost regretted my actions, but they have bolstered me through everything. Mr. Bills is included in that list; his regard, kindness, empathy, and openness have really comforted me. I know that some negative backlash will hit him as it has hit me, maybe even more so, and I worry about that a lot.

Next Wednesday, the results come in for if the board will ban Different Seasons or not. I hope it's not banned, really, because if it is, I plan to pursue the issue higher. I want this problem to not become a large mark on RHS, but I cannot sit by and watch this happen.

AW

Popcorn

I am officially naming my pod: The Popcorn Pod. Seriously? What kind of name is that?? It's the most awesome name out there!!! This pod (including some others outside of it), has the best people ever. Each day, one of us brings popcorn and we share it all. All the time. Butter or not. Someone always brings popcorn. I found that it is really the best journalism food EVER. Popcorn rules. Nuff said. I would totally bring in other warm food (hot chocolate, soup), but it gets too messy. Popcorn is the perfect mix. Not messy enough to make a big deal, and still warm enough to make you nice and toasty as well as satisfy the taste buds. Popcorn Pod. It's official.

Summer Work Starts Now

I usually leave my "creative writing" for the summer, since I have more time, but I've decided that no time is like the present and that I really want to start it now. Soo......... my goal: 1 chapter per month. Gives me time to fix the probs and that way by the time summer comes, i'll have 5 chapters ready for editing and even more on the way!!! YEPPI!! YEEAAHHHHHH!!! I'm sorry, I'm a little too excited. I have a plan that actually might work. MIGHT. Okay, enough of the fun stuff. Back to serious business.

Oh . . . Spanish . . .

Oh, Spanish. Why must you be so mean to me? Why must you taunt me with people who seem to pick it up flawlessly. Uggg . . . Spanish. It's not that I don't like you, Spanish. It's just no matter how hard I try to understand  you, the more confused I get. *Sigh* Thou art one of the banes of thy existence.

I Think I Love You Juliette

Awwww, popcorn day in my pod. :D I love all my peeps, well, most of them. Anyways, Juliette always makes my day better for the following reasons:

• she makes me feel silly and hilarious
• she makes me popcorn
• I like her popcorn
• she's always happy
• she works out for me
• seriously, she always has energy . . . I don't know where it comes from, but it's there

There are cheetah ants in this place. I swear, killed one, and it magically came back to life, like a Chuck Norris ant. Crazy crazy shtuff, man.

THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED! THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND! This hurts my throat....

So, over the weekend, I was in my room listening to the song "Ticks and Leeches", by Tool. As I got to the its chorus, I remembered that I was home alone, and that I felt the urge to sing along. Except it was more like scream along to the song. I did so anyway. The result felt pretty good, but the sound I made should never, ever, be reproduced in an environment that consists of people other than me. Also, my throat hurt later. I suppose this is why I should stick to speeches about politics, not heavy metal songs.