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On thursday, in history class, I got bored, and wrote my mom a letter.(: It read this:

"Dear Mum of Mine,

I am in History class as I write this. Although History is my least favorite class, I really like the teacher, who is a very animated long-term substitute. The kid beside me really smells, but I guess he doesn't know it because his nose is broken, and the kid who sites on the other side of me is absent. But none of that really matters, because this semester is very soon to it's end.

I finished that one book, Is Kissing a Girl who Smokes like Liking an Ashtray? and it was rather short, but quite a  good read, because I could really relate to it.

You're probably wondering why I am writing to you. I don't know, I like writing to people, maybe it's because I'm not as good talking face-to-face to a person because I'm a slow thinker. After reading that book  I began thinking about my father. Wondering if he ever thinks of us- of me- and what his life is like today. If he were to die before I got to see him or contact him once more.. I would be quite upset. Sure he wasn't the greatest as we knew him, a conning, hurtful fellow, but he was, as I remember, wise and intelligent. That's how I believe he and I can relate unlike you and I, sadly. It used to be just Victoria, but now days wI am immediately upset and strongly feel tension when you too, enter the room.

I digress from that subject, I cannot wait to get my permit, and a job. To be able to travel and get away to my preferences. Someday, one day, I'll travel to a European country, maybe England.

I was thinking about the summer vacation we take with the family, to that beach house in Delaware. I'm anxious to go. Actually getting away and staying somewhere else for a while would be really nice. I wouldn't mind someplace kind of rainy, as long as it's warm...
The correlation of thoughts of freedom with moving out has me impatient for it. I'm simply an 'indie'pendant person- who enjoys humorous and intellectual company.

I am nearing the end of this paper, so I should go.

-Virginia McL"

That's what it read, and after reading it, my mom just told me she didn't know what to say. Oh well.


Au revoir, les amis.(:

The Good Times Are Killing Me

That is the name of a Modest Mouse song that I recently downloaded onto my iPod. In fact I downloaded many great Modest Mouse songs thanks to a great website.(: That was something that helped brightened my day. 
Another thing that I'm quite happy about is that I checked out a few books from the library (on monday) to read and occupy my time.:D I'm already halfway through "Is kissing a girl who smokes like licking an ashtray?" I wish I was like the one character, Heidi, who is such a bold, amazing girl. But no, I'm more like the main character, a  dude named Biff who is super shy, and meets this Heidi girl and she pretty much changes his life.:P I need to find my own Heidi.(X 


Three things that keep me happy: Good music, good books, and good friends.(:

Au revoir, les amis.(:

And I'm content to walk a little slower, because there's nowhere that I really need to be.

On thursday Dylan drove me home after school... Well, actually we drove to HIS home, where we checked in to see his mom, then we went to the local coffee shop. For some coffee, of course.(: We went to get Nicky and Zach, who wanted to get coffee, so we went back to the same place, except that time we sat right by the window. Since mostly all they talked about is masturbation, (I concur with the fact that Zach is a chronic masturbator) I just let my mind wander onto other matters. After being at the coffee shop until we were told that it was closing time, we eventually went on back to Dylan's house. I was privileged (*cough*) to be able to watch them boys play some (*cough*, lame) 'amazing' card game. Magic. Something. Spent pretty much the whole day (after school) with them lovely boys.:S
Although I did like it better when it was just me and Dylan, 'cause at least then I could be apart of a conversation.:P 


This saturday morning I woke up 'round eight-ish, so that I could get ready to venture to Saturday's Market with Dylan, Zach, and Alexxx. They are some uber geeks, in my opinion, getting all excited, and spending hours looking at them cards.:3 
There were sooo many weird looking, creepy, and smelly people there.D: This one old guy with a perfect white mustache and dark round glasses passed by so many times, and looked at me real queer-like. And another creepy guy pretty much shoved a pamphlet about religion into my hand. Which I threw away when I saw a trashcan. The guys were trying to get me to eat something because this morning I passed out due to, well, the lack of food.:P Dylan made a joke about meat, and it accidentally sounded sexual, so it was pretty funny.(X I listened to two StuffYouShouldKnow podcasts, and one LearnToMeditate podcast, and it was pretty good shit.(:
We went back to Dylan's again eventually, and I watched ILoveYou,Man and half-watched the boys play cards again. Nooottt reall excitin', I might add. I pretty much spent the day with them until four, and in my own world the whole time.


When I did get home, I wasn't real happy about returning. I had no clue what to do! I DID want to library to get some books to read and occupy my time, but it was already closed!D: And closed tomorrow, too.): So my mom said she'd buy me a magazine at Weis, where I ran into Star and her mom.:P I picked a rather nerdy magazine, but nothing else interested me.:P Victoria was still on the computer when I returned home again. We sang some karaoke. Then I got on the computer and we sang MORE.(: Then I got tired from singing, so I decided to write this very blog about my day.:D  


I hear the words you say, I hear the way you say them, but the words you don't say are even louder. 


Au revoir, les amis.(:

First Major Fail of the Year?:P

This morning, this friday morning, I woke up wondering if we did or did not have a two hour delay off of school. The news on the television said nothing about it, nor did the internet. FOX lied to me, of course. My sister said we did in fact have a delay, but I did not believe her because I did not see it for myself. I called up my mum, who was a work, and asked if she could call the school for me. She called back and confirmed that we did, but by then I was already done getting dressed for school. I was so upset I nearly cried, which is realllyyy odd, because one might think a person would be most joyful for a delay. But no, I was mistaken and already ready for school, which meant I couldn't really go back to sleep, which will mean I will be most tired throughout school and probably when I get home. *Sigh* I guess since I do have an extra two hours awake, I might go to the local coffee shop this morning, not completely sure yet. I haven't even seen what it looks like outside yet. Wish me luck on this day, this hopefully not dreadful day.

Au revoir, les amis.(:

Pneumoniaaahhhhh!? D: *cough cough*

Well, the other night I had to go to the emergency room because my side was really hurting. Like, REALY hurting. Verdict was: I pulled a muscle from my constant coughing, and I have pneumonia./: That's a really sucky way to end and start a year.:P Being this sick sucks, there's so many different kinds of medicines I'm on, and I can't see many people or go out and do the things I wanted to do over this christmas vacation. I might not even be well enough to go back to school on monday. This is a very upsetting situation.

But despite the sick and sadness, just yesterday I got to go to the mall, and the Tanger Outlets with my sisters and their boyfriends, and at first I wasn't having a great time, but I was much happier when I bought some lace tights and new 'nazi' shoes. They aren't really nazi shoes, that's just what Dan called them, and I guess they have some resemblance of what one might imagine a nazi would wear.:P Oh well, they're just shoes.(:

I haven't gotten to do all the things I promised myself I would before going back to school, but I did get to decorate my room a bit. It's kind of amazing. I took down a couple things off of my wall that I didn't like anymore and I put up a bunch of lovely old pictures, letters cut from magazines that say "You were born an original, don't die a copy" stuff like that.(: There are also colorful paper cranes hanging above me when I am in bed and look skyward. I also put up lights around my room, so it looks all dreamy.
Dreamy... I'm always dreaming. I'm simply a dreamer.

Keep dreaming,

Au revoir, les amis.(:

Ohhh, sicknesss...

*Cough cough cough cough* ...."I'd feel better dead."
I think I may have the flu. I missed school today, and probably will tomorrow too, which sucks because that means I'm missing some tests and assignments.): I hope I will at least be able to see the Christmas Talent Show at school on thursday.(: If I don't (even though I hear it's supposed to suck) I'm going to be quite upset if my Christmas vacation starts without me being able to wish many friends Merry Christmas, and all./: That would be a sad story. 


AND I DO HOPE I WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO WATCH A CLOCKWORK ORANGE WITH RYAN AND MORGAN OVER THE CHRISTMAS BREAK!(: I'm in need of a crazy night with them folks.(;


Despite my sickness, I have been able to have some laughs with my sisters and mother, which is a thing I greatly enjoy, heheh.:D


While home today I've mostly just been sleeping, watching TV, texting and sewing. 


Sewing what, you ask?(:


 Just an awesome military-style jacket.(: My sister asked if I wanted to go into fashion designer when Igrow older, which I hadn't really thought about, but that's a good idea.(:


*Cough cough cough cough*
It'd be really nice to breathe, dear lungs.:P


Au revoir, les amis.(:

A blog as scrambled as my thoughts...

I'm not sure what I'd say if someone asked, "how've ya been?" ..Maybe I'd just say nothing at all. 

Yesterday I so beautifully wrote on my right arm, "I DREAM" on my right hand, "in COLOR," and plainly wrote on my left arm, "I SEE" on my left hand "in BLACK and WHITE" It surely isn't meant to be taken literally. 

I've been often sketching things in my little drawing book, very well in my opinion anyways... Maybe the reason I draw during class is that in hopes someone will notice, and comment, and maybe ask why what's what on the page.

My hair has kind of been bothering me, I want to get it trimmed.

"Santa" (mom) told me all she can afford this year for Christmas is some things from Fashion Bug and Victorias Secret because she only has charge cards for those two places, and no money. I don't want anything at all than if I can't get even the simplest wants. 

I wrote two facebook notes recently because I've been tagged in them and I want people to know more about me, being that most people know me for hardly talking. Technology is like another voice for me.

I laughed most today in Literature class. We did these skits about prejudices or something, but they were quite humorous.(:

The person that sits right next to me in Word hasn't been talking to much. Now that I said it 'out loud' I think I'll be able to get over it.

Another good friend of mine today instant messaged me saying I looked depressed today. That kid's nice, and pretty cool, I like 'im.(:

I failed my permit test twice already, going to try again tomorrow.

I've realized I'll need a job in some type of retail, and luck hasn't found me yet./:

Gatta go, blog to ya laterr.