It Has Been Forever

Wow, travelling back home was hectic and yet again my laptop stops working so here I am now, at my brother's and typing this out. I've been getting these severe headaches but the urge to blog is one that cannot be stifled much longer. So blog I shall. It's good to be home. Back to work again. Lotsa chores and healthy eating. It sucks *sigh*.

School starts again in a while. I wish I could say I was excited, happy, nervous, anxious, whatever, but to say the truth I couldn't care less. All it means is a larger workload in addition to the work I do at home, more stress, and more trying to be myself and hiding MY clothes under the preppy ones my mom tries to make me wear, meaning lotsa blouse-y floaty crap underwhich will hide black and other dark t shirts and my general clothing has now incorporated skinny jeans into it, and my mother doesn't seem to mind. while I build up on my alternative clothing, I'm trying to ease into some darker clothing. I think my mom suspects me but she has no true idea of what's going on. I'm hopin' to keep it that way.

Only good thing about school starting again is that, if my laptop gets sorted out I will be able to write more and all that. My next post will be on the guys that I think completely rock their skinnies.

-Blake

"I Can't Stop the Rain, But I CAN stop the Tears" My Epiphany

So, as usual, my mother brought me to tears yesterday. I went into the bathroom locked the door behind me, sat on the bathroom floor and just cried. My aunt started yelling at me to get out because she needed to use the bathroom and I kept my voice as normal as possible and finished off my cry-baby fit. And then I saw myself in the mirror and realized, all done up the way my Mom wanted me to be, after all her criticising the way I had gotten dressed and done my hair and she 'fixed' me, still making me feel like shiz, I saw how pathetic and weak I was being. Yeah, it's good to cry once in a while, but every friggin' day? It's just unhealthy and stupid.

That's when it hit me: I am NOT my mother. And I NEVER will be! No matter how bad she makes me feel, no matter how bad it felt to be ridiculed, humiliated and pissed off, and hurt by my mother, trying to be her would hurt worse and even if right now she was trying to make me into her, I would never be her. And I am ME. And me shouldn't be being a weak, loser and crying all the time just cause she insulted me.

Everyone thinks I'm strong and I AM. It's time I act like it. In thirty years when I am old and pathetic and still crying over this I will see how stupid it is it is, which is why this is the end of my tears. I'm not gonna shed any more for a bunch of people who don't care about me for ME!

So I can't stop my mother's ways, I can't stop her way of thinking, I can't stop HER, just like I can't stop the rain. But I CAN stop the tears, I can stop taking her words to heart, I can be myself and I can live the way I want which iswhy I WILL. She can't control me or my life, mould it the way she wants it. It's my life and if she doesn't stop it, I will move out straight on my 18th birthday. Easy as that.

-Blake

PS. "I can't stop the rain, But I can stop the tears" is a lyric from the song 'No More' by Three Days Grace, awesome song, give it a listen!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jB70LFhGPQc

My Mother, Ladies and Gentlemen!

K, so, let's get this going. My mother and I, we don't have a good relationship... at all. At least on my side. Again, so you see, she thinks she's oh-so-fair and not strict. Even now she just made a comment about how much stuff we make her do for us. Dear God. Apparently, we don't work or all that, and that I have no idea of resposibilty. Right now she just pointed to me and said: "Saraa musla ither hai!" Meaning: "All the problems are here!"

Now, ask anyone who knows me, I do EVERYTHING I can at my house, but there is only so much a young-teenager girl can do! My Mom works all day, well so do I! School, babysitting my brother and cousins, and writing my stories AND poetry, studying, homework, and cleaning and trying to be able to still hang with my friends once in a while. It's stressful.

Then she says I don't talk about my feelings enough. So I wrote her a letter saying my feelings and gave it to her. Guess what she did? I heard her making fun of what I had said in the letter to my aunt (Z) and one of her friends. Now that hurt!

So last night, I listen to my I Pod while trying to sleep. She made me take my headphones out and try to sleep. I haven't done that for three YEARS. How does she think I can suddenly stop? Okay so I lay for about 45 minutes without music, trying to sleep. I couldn't. I tried doing the prayer thing, read prayers over again and again and again in my head till I drift off. IT DON'T WORK THAT WAY! I start, then I think of random things and end up more awake then ever.

So, yeah, 45 minutes went by and I wasn't asleep so I asked her if I could listen to it. She said I was ridiculous, and that this was an addiction. "Why can't you just fall asleep while praying like a normal person, Blake?"

I felt like snapping back, "You aren't normal. This family is not normal. You talk behind people's back. You compare your children to others and than when they do it you tell them to stop. You make me feel like I'm worthless. You make me think that because I don't listen to you I'm a stupid piece of crap not worth being your daughter. You make me HATE MYSELF and cry everyday."

Instead I told her that prayers were too reptetive and made me think of random things an stay awake. I'm such a loser *sigh*.

Then she degrades me all the time, but now she's calling me an idiot for not ironing my cothes earlier. Bye, while I go do that!

- *sigh* Blake

My Version of What I Wish Guys Knew

So after having a bunch of these things sent to me in emails I thought: "WTF! Any reasonable logical girl wouldn't go ape-crazy over their guys not doing this or that for them!" So I decided I'd write one in a way as unbiased as I could!

MY Version of What I Wish Guys Knew

1) Please, don't fart, burp, scratch your armpits/...other... man parts around us. We want to date a human, not a neanderthal, please!

2) Showing your affection, yeah, I'm not telling you to tell me you love me every two minutes, or always hold my hand, or crush me to your side, or always have an arm welded to my shoulder, but it's nice to be open and know you aren't ashamed of me

3) As a note to the one above, being around 'the guys' with us there too is no reason to avoid/ignore us. I'm not saying ditch your friends and be all cozy in a corner-type and lovey-dovey with me in a corner, but gosh, we are STILL HERE!

4) K, so if you can drool over Megan Fox, Scarlette Johhanson (I know I spelt her name wrong), or whoever, that's fine with me, you watch Transformers again, I'll just Google Alex Pettfyer, Leonardo Di Caprio, Brad Pitt and all the other yummies out there!

5) I don't care what your car looks like or what it drives in. If we are going somewhere it should be clean, smell nice, and be comfortable. I would prefer if it weren't pink though... But I'd still ride in it with you.

6) Dates; put some thought into them. If you know I hate a boxing match, don't take me there. I love rock concerts, whoo lets go baby! Dinners are nice for me, but no fancy-shmancy shiz goes well with me. but if your girl's a romantic do it!

7) We have a that time of the month. Imagine if you had blood spurting out of your.... you-know-what? Add stomach pains and back pains and other pains and headaches. Then add emotional crap to that. It ain't a fun feeling. If we snap at you, forgive us. But don't think that that time of month is a piece of cake; it HURTS LIKE HELL!!!! You get brownie points for helping us feel better though!

8) Alright, you went to the movies with your friend Alex, who I HATE! I ask you: where you've been? You can say I went to the movies with Alex. I may be a bit mad about it but I will get over it. You don't stop me from hanging with my friends. If any girl stops you from seeing your friends, chances are she's a psycho b*****. Dump her, and get with me ;) (JK!!!!!!)

9) We like clothing, and shoes and gossip (not me but other girls do) so deal with it, please. If it's all the girl talks about, I repeat, dump her, before she sells you to buy a Chanel (lol) bag.

10) Dress a bit more cleanly around us. HYGIENE IS A MUST! You must have: deodarant, shaven, clean, showered, nice smelling non-dirty clothing and the such. No AXE, or anything else that smells like a dead fish. Cologne is nice... in its limits, some of us get headaches easily, I've had to go out of class because my allergies give me severe headaches and make me feel lightheaded if there is way too much cologne around.

11) Okay, if a girl makes you wait at her doorstep more than 30 minutes after the time she calls you over, cuz shes doing her make up, ditch her, please. It's just disrespectful to you cool guys. If we respect you we'll call you over at the right time. A few minutes late, we'd like you to overlook it but anything more than 30 is just stupidity!

12) Hugging from behind is cute. Don't scare me from behind or I'll treat you like I would treat a person trying to attack me I will kick your sorry arse. You should know better.

13) Maybe it's just me who hates this but DO NOT and I repeat DO FRIGGIN' NOT blow in my darn ear!

14) Clingy, possessive butthole attitude, WE HATE IT, you punch a guy cuz he SEEMED like he was flirting Imma mess you up. If a guy touches me in a wrong way and you see I am mad or insulted by it, I beseech you to punch him, but till then, keep your hands at your sides. And if you are dating a girl who like me, prefers independence, we will beat the guy up ourself :D

15) If we are mad, don't defend yourself, don't say 'I love you', DO NOT tell us we are wrong if you value your man bits. Oh and if we are mad at you, I'd suggest you RUN!

16) Lastly, gosh, if you love us you won't cheat, constantly stares at other girls, hate on our friends, ditch us just to hang with your friends, ditch us for anyone, tell us you love us then go tell you 'other' girlfriend the same thing and DON'T GET US PREGNANT. Our fathers/brothers/male cousins/ male friends will hunt you down with shot guns!

-Blake ;)

Random Fact About Me No.8

Agh I have no more for now. Actually I do.

I find it hard to say stuff bout myself. I don't know why. Actually no, that ain't it. I love wiritng poems. I've written about 35 uptil now :D.

-Blake

Random Fact About Me No. 7

My usual answer to 'What's up?' or 'Sup?' is 'Just obsessing' because that's all I seem to do.

I'm always obsessing over something, so yeah. I also end off my sentences with 'so yeah.'. Lol.

Well this was a short one. No pics for it either. Oh well!

-Blake

Random Fact About Me No.6

I think I missed like, 2 days of Random Facts so I will be posting 3 today (one to make up for the other two and one for today, just to clarify).

My next Random Fact About Me is...

I'm a VIRGO (Zodiac Sign, I think, Not sun sign or moon sign)! Woo-hoo! Haha.

I'm that over-obsessing, snappy, perfectionist person in the corner who everyone pokes with a stick! Lol, not really! Okay, I am snappy at times, perfectionist, at times and always over-obsessing but people don't poke me with a stick... If they did I snap the stick in half and shove both pieces down their throat! :D.

In the picture above I agree with all the reasons except for 4 (What the heck is a Maalox or whatever company?) and 5 (Other people may find my sarcasm funny, but the person who it's directed at usually gets pissed off, lol). And here is my perfectionist, over critical side coming in, but: Gosh, whoever made that had terrible grammar. 'YOUR' a Virgo. Um, no, it's 'YOU'RE' a Virgo (haha and proud!).

Traditional Virgo Traits:

Modest and shy

Meticulous and reliable

Practical and diligent

Intelligent and analytical

On the dark side (ALREADY AM... They lied about the cookies :( ) ::

Fussy and a worrier

Overcritical and harsh

Perfectionist and conservative

*I'm not modest, but I kinda am shy, I suppose.*

"Virgo is the only zodiacal sign represented by a female. It is sometimes thought of as a potentially creative girl, delicately lovely; sometimes as a somewhat older woman, intelligent but rather pedantic and spinsterish. The latter impression is sometimes confirmed by the Virgoan preciseness, refinement, fastidious love of cleanliness, hygiene and good order, conventionality and aristocratic attitude of reserve. They are usually observant, shrewd, critically inclined, judicious, patient, practical supporters of the status quo, and tend toward conservatism in all departments of life. On the surface they are emotionally cold, and sometimes this goes deeper, for their habit of suppressing their natural kindness may in the end cause it to atrophy, with the result that they shrink from committing themselves to friendship, make few relationships, and those they do make they are careful to keep superficial.

But the outward lack of feeling may, in some individuals born under this sign, conceal too much emotion, to which they are afraid of giving way because they do not trust others, nor do they have confidence in themselves and their judgments. This is because they are conscious of certain shortcomings in themselves of worldliness, of practicality, of sophistication and of outgoingness. So they bring the art of self concealment to a high pitch, hiding their apprehensiveness about themselves and their often considerable sympathy with other people under a mantle of matter-of-factness and undemonstrative, quiet reserve. They are still waters that run deep. Yet in their unassuming, outwardly cheerful and agreeable fashion, they can be sensible, discreet, well spoken, wise and witty, with a good understanding of other people's problems which they can tackle with a practicality not always evident in their own personal relationships."

*Oh Wow, all of the above is so true it's scary!!!!*

The paragraphs above as well as the personality traits were from this website: http://www.astrology-online.com/virgo.htm For more info go check it out. It has good info and it's pretty spot on for all the horoscopes so yeah...

Oh, and for any Virgos out there, they might say we Virgos can date each other but trust me, by experience, I can say let's stick with the Capricorns and Taurus because me and the Virgo didn't work out, where as three of my best friends are Capricorns and we rock together :D. SO Virgos GO CAPRICORN! lol....

- The Virgo and proud, Blake

Hot Guy Finally Found In England... and He Kept Laughing At Me :(

So, today we went shopping again! I got another top (green with some black embroidery) and it's really nice. Now I shall explain my title. The thing is, English men aren't all they've cracked up to be lookswise or attitude wise! You think they be gorgeous. kind and gentlemanly? Nu uh! They aren't that good looking, and always walk around with out their shirts and are rough rowdy and loud! But today... Today I found a gentlemanly (well he was jerk-ish but he gave me his umbrella), good looking, well dressing guy.

At the bus stop, which is about five seconds away from our house on foot, I saw the only really hot guy I've seen in England so far. He fit the whole 'tall, dark and handsome thing'. He was about 6 feet +, he was at least a foot taller than me bumping him up to above 6, (TALL!) and was pale and dressed formally and impeccably well. He looked about 15-16, maybe 17.

He was wearing a grey coat/blazer with nice black buttons, a nice midnight blue dress shirt and black dress slacks and laced plain black dress shoes (DARK!).

His hair was medium/light brown and slightly longer. He had pale skin and warm hazel-ish brown eyes. Nice straight features too... (HANDSOME!)

Lol. So of course I got a teeny bit tongue tied. Then my brother kept embarassing me by saying stupid stuff and I was thinking: Only my brother would go crazy and embarass me right when I find a hot British guy!

So I played it cool (thank God I wasn't dressed all-perfect-cutesy-girly-prep today! just a bit more casual) and just did my usual stuff, being polite to the family and all. Then in the bus, I embarassed the crap out of myself *sigh*.

I had worn navy skinny jeans (Primark), my beat-up old black pumps (from Next. Lake, you hate those things I know, don't lecture), a plain pale blue t-shirt (Next) and a black shrug-ish thing (God knows where. I ripped it off my mom :D). and my long jean sling bag (again, Lake I don't know where from. I'm not doing more of these outfit description things!).

Anyway, so my shirt, bag, shrug AND I Pod ear phones all got tangled up on a wheelchair handle. Gosh, I was so tangled up. So I just kept walking and then got pulled back by the chair thing and banged straight into Mr. TDaH (Tall, Dark and Handsome). So, of course I blushed the crap out of myself. He stepped back and he was smirking like I was hilarious and I was thinking *palm to forehead*. Then I started untangling myself and then I saw pale hands and almost faint! TDaH was helping *squeal* meeeeeee!

And his hands slightly pushed mine away and he untangled me I think 'cause I was being a slow dumbnut. So I said 'thanks' quickly and practically ran to a seat. And my hair whacked him in the face.... Talk about embarassment! Oh and then guess where he sat? On the seat right above-diagonally from mine. So whenever I looked at my family who were sitting at the two seats in front of his, I'd see him out of the corner of my eye. So yeah... the rest of the bus ride was spent avoiding looking at him. And I swear he kept laughing at me! Okay, maybe not but it felt like he was mentally. *sigh* I'm such a klutz.

As if that weren't enough, on the way out of the bus I tripped over my cousin and straight flat onto the ground. I wanted to tear my hair out. So then the guy went away and we went into the mall and I forgot about it.

Then you'd think I crushed on him for a short while and never saw him again, but noooooooo. We went into Choice (a store that held old stock and sale items from Next) and guess who was there sitting and lacing on a grey pair of brown pair of dress shoes? Yes, TDaH. So I just tried to walk past and... tripped over a pair of sandals. This time I managed to catch myself on the nearby clothes rack. Then it made a cracking noise. So I practically shot up and away, praying to God that the rack wouldn't break. Meanwhile TDaH started chuckling. Laughing! At me! Gosh, I turned red again and told my aunt the whole store had stuff we'd already seen and hated and that we should leave.

So I was hoping, again, that I'd never see him again. I didn't... for about an hour till we went to McDonalds to eat. He walked in right when I stuffed my face with a mozzarella stick. He sat at the only open table (coincidentally right beside ours) and watched me spill Coke on myself, have my cousin, Nayo, drop ice cream on me and my cousin, Zoey scratch my face *sigh*. By the end of lunch, I was sticky, bleeding slightly and royally pissed off. He was laughing again.

So then my friend, Leesha who was with me saw how frustrated I was and she asked what happened. So I gushed all of it out and she got mad too. So we both controlled the urge to go claw his eyes out (we have serious issues when angry) and decided to go into Dorothy Perkins. I got my pretty green top and a random black t shirt for under my shrug so I could throw ou my gross, bloody and sticky t shirt. I changed quickly in a bathroom and got rid of the t shirt.

Through out the whole shopping trip it was raining cats and dogs, so my hair was wet, my face was ruined, I couldn't wear my glasses, and i didn't want to get my headphones wet so I was basically a music-less, half-blind mess! And I was exhausted. And mad.

So then we went into GAP and there HE was again. And this time, I didn't trip. Leesha did. I tried to catch her... and fell. So we were both a messed up heap on the ground. Meanwhile, my family and hers were in Next, while we had wanted to check out GAP. So, now seeing him laugh REALLY DID ME IN! I went up to him and basically confronted him. Me: Okay, you stalker! I don't get what your complex, issue, problem is, stop laughing at me, stop stalking me and stop... agh! *TDaH: laughing quietly* Me: Why are you laughing?

He just shook his head and laughed harder. I was tempted to slap him but now we were gettying stares so I just ran out. Leesha texted our families telling them we'd be at the bus stop. No its pouring rain we're already wet and miserable and I've been laughed at a ton by an extremely hot guy. What else could go wrong?

There was no space to sit or stand under the covered part of the bus stop. Everyone and their grandma was crowded in there and there was NO space.

So now, two mad, annoyed, miserable, drenched, terrible looking and feeling, teenage girls were sitting on the edge of the bus stop thing. My shrug's hem kept falling into this annoying puddle and I let out a loud noise of frustration. Everyone stared at me. I felt like crying.

So we'd been there about five minutes when, TDaH shows up.

He came up to us and I snapped: What are you not done making fun of me yet?

TDaH: Actually I came to apologize.

Me: *thinking* WTH?

TDaH: I'm sorry for laughing at you and your friend. Would you like my umbrella? *holds out umbrella*

Me: F*** yes! *snatches umbrella*

TDaH: *surpresses laughter* Bye. *walks away, and gets completely drenched*

Me and Leesha then got onto the bus and came home, our fams a little while later. By this time Leesha had new-ified the umbrella and said we had bought it after we started getting too wet but we were sitting so we got drenched anyway. I let her keep the umbrella and hope I will never see TDaH again *huffs*!

So that was my terrible day!

-Blake loves you all (EXCEPT ALEXY!)

Shopped Till I Dropped

So yeah, went shopping. Got a pair of black tights, a black hoodie, a dark-ish grey sweater thing to go over the tights, really cute (Lake and S, you'd both approve I'm sure, lol).

I also saw this really pretty ring and guess who I 'ran into' at that shop? Yes, Cen (prounounced sen), Lake's cousin. Haha, he told me the ring was really pretty and a great pick. Lake tell Cen my mom thought he was the wierdest saleman ever, considering how all the actual employees of the shop were giving him creeped looks and he wasn't even uniform. Nice one, Cen!

I also got a bunch of notebooks from where I get all my important poem/story writing noteboks; Paperchase. Lol, Deky commented: "Only you, Blake, would be more excited about notebooks then clothing."

I LURV their stuff. I always get the classic black notebooks then decorate them myself. I might post pictures once I'm done them all. The next one I'm gonna do is gonna be black, red and white themed (inspired of course by the TDG album One X).

I also got a bigger notebook probably for my school planning and special notes (S, you'll be seeing that one alot, it's gonna be like, my formula book, lol, math, science any other stuff like that, gosh girl, I want classes with you!), I'm gonna quickly decorate that one for before school starts and fill it up with some important info. :D.

Oh and it rained rodents and llamas all day! I loved it. My mom?... Not so much. But we got to do most of the work I needed to finish off.

-Blake

Random Fact About Me No.5

I LOVE SNAKES! They are beautiful, misunderstood creatures... I love the way that they may seem frail or brainless on the outside but you can see intelligence in their eyes and they are packed with so much personality, cleverness, speed, and strength. They are a gorgeous and resilient species who have stood the tests of time, hateful people and natural disasters. They are portrayed in many cultures as the good ones and anyone who thinks of them as an evil creature is a stupid, butt-face! Lol on that oh-so-lovely note I will end off this fact.

-Blake

PS. I was trying to do one everyday but I won't be able to get to a computer tommorow (I'm pretty sure I spelt that wrong now), so I posted it today!

God's Gifts to Women Part 2

I had said this would be up tomorrow thinking the pictures I wanted for this post would take longer to find, but who was I kidding; every picture of God's next gift to women is just perfection! The next one has been mentioned before: ALEXANDER RICHARD PETTYFER!!!!!

And those other guys are freak losers who don't deserve to be on the same planet as him, let alone the same billboard/magazine page/ advert./ piece of paper/ etc. Gosh, freak-o's get better faces. Or maybe it's just my love- I mean, Alex Pettyfer's gorgeous looks that make the other seem horrible by comparison. Wait while I cover him with my hands and look at the other guys.... Nope, they still ain't cute. *shrugs*






Again, really? WHY THE HELL IS HE WITH THEM *Hulk moment*!?!


Now THAT's better, he's alone and gorgeous. In a few years I'm gonna get that in a life-size cut out and sleep with it, lol! There's Gorgeousness:

This is a snapshot of him and the Biatch- I mean, Emma Roberts, his clingy stalke- I mean, co star in the movie Wild Child. She got to KISS him (Come on, S, gather up our weapons we are going Emma Roberts hunting, jk... only in real life. I had a dream of that *evil smile* I woke up smiling) haha. No wonder he looks slightly sick with her hanging on to him. but even sickened and digusted he is handsome.

Caption for the following picture: GET OFF MY MAN, BIATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now look at that intense stare, I'd love to have him bitterly stare at me. As Lann would say: *gah!!! swoon...*

Blake: *groans* Again, that stare! and that hair! I would so tie him to a chair.... and do STUFF to him, lol! Hahaha. Jk. Kind of.

Hello my darling, may I lick you?

V

Now a younger picture of him:
That is one sugar-sweet smile!

Such green eyes... I could dive into those. Note the smexy stubble and weep, ladies!

Teenage spies never were this hot. I wish he was still this old... haha, he'd have to be afraid, very afraid... In fact *evil, lustful smile*...

Look at the freaky mofo behind him... *shudders*

Now, any other guy in a low collar like that and those glasses would look like a pimp to me, or something along those lines. But Mr. Evil - ahem, Mr. Pettyfer, he just makes it work! If I saw this on the street it don't matter who's there I'd pounce on him:

Again, can I please get this guy's adress? ::

Will his eyes ever stop making me want to melt? He looks so handsome in black!

Oh and to anyone who thinks he isn't the sexiest man in the world:

So there's the next part of God's Gifts to Women!

-Blake

God's Gifts To Women Part 1

So for my guys who I know are reading this, no, it ain't you. Not Porgie, or S.M. or Lake, or Gal, or Horse, or Tray, or ESPECIALLY NOT ALEXY! Lol, so you get the message now, all of you are lovely (EXCEPT ALEXY) but no, you aren't Gods gift to women.

God's gift to women issss.... *drum roll* CHOCOLATE.

IT's everything a girl wants in a man; warm, sweet, makes us feel good, is always there for us, tastes yummy, smells yummy, looks yummy, comes in different types, is slim and it's just darn AWESOME! So this post is a tribute to chocolate!

This is yummy:

But this, this is YUMMY, DELICIOUS, SCRUMPTIOUS:


I would put more pictures, but today the picture uploader is being a biatch so I will just give you a link to google images with chocolate typed in. Or even better how about you go and eat some chocolate-y yumminess!

http://www.google.com/images?q=chocolate&rls=com.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox&oe=UTF-8&rlz=1I7GPEA_en&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=univ&ei=gwV0TNfmC4_KjAev-qHmCA&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=4&ved=0CFQQsAQwAw

ENJOY THE CHOCOLATE!!!!

The next part should be up sometime tomorrow!

-Blake

Randomness is Me / COMPLAIN FEST!

Randomness is me today. SO here we go:

AGH! One of the buttons on my favorite pair of cargo-pants popped off. And my cranberry juice started tasting wierd. And no my stomach is hurting! And no matter how high I turn the volume on my I Pod the peoples of this house won't leave me alone! Oh and my stomach started hurting worse! Darn. I want to eat something light, but this is a brown house, we don't have light food! The lightest thing is bread and I HATE bread. Anyway now I'm done my little complain fest!

(Inside joke to the S.M. I'm listening to 'No Me Importa' ;) hehe)

-Blake

Yeah! by: Usher

The only rap song I can stand... Give it a listen if you haven't already heard it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giajIIVeTy4

-Blake

PS. Usher has nice moves, Yeah, yeah yeah! : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iE63YfiOUUo

PSS. Link above is the same song but live..

Random Fact About Me No. 4

As I sit here stuffing my face with a double chocolate mousse sundae thing from Marks and Spencer (yummmm) I feel a sudden urge for... CRANBERRY JUICE!

SO, lol, now that I have my cranberry juice, I will start my random fact: I really love cranberry juice.

I get these wierd stomach and digestion problems so ginger ale was usually the solution then *dun dun dudun!* my doctor told my mom about cranberry juice. I HATED it at first but now I realize it is an accquired taste. So yeah, the time I spent drinking (and hating) it made me eventually like it, now to the point where I love it. My muffin-friend, Deky, always tells me he thinks its cuz it tastes as bitter and harsh as my heart. I'm not that bad, but I tend to be stony to people who I have just met.

Anyway no, I don't know, I just like the taste now. It's random.

I have nothing more to say about cranberry juice, wait no... IT LOOKS LIKE BLOOD. Lol.

-Blake

Random Fact About Me No. 3

So the next Random Fact About Me; I LOVE LOVE LOVE the old versions of Scooby Doo. The 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo and What's New Scooby Doo? are okay but nothing compares to the older ones! I don't know why I love the show so much! But I really really don't like Freddie. I don't know why about that either. I just don't, lol.

And this one is kinda short but I can't really go into Scooby Doo so I suppose I will end off here today!

-Blake

Oh, and guess what Mono?

YOU GOT UNSISTERED! HA! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING A SELFISH COW (i would use a stronger word but she isn't worth it!)!!!!

-Blake

PS. S came up with the term (unsistered). Lol.

SO DANG MADDDD!

Okay, so, this whole summer has been really really hard for me and I've had my friends to help me... All except one. Mono, Lann and S are like my sisters and no matter what, Me S and Mono are supposed to stick togetherf (Lann doesn't know S or Mono).

But Mono has been ignoring us and being all monotone and she's being a selfish cow. I used to think she had our backs but she won't talk and makes up excuses and keeps accusing us of hating on her! I'm so mad, because it isn't fair that we are always there for her but she doesn't seem to care about us anymore.

I tried talking calmly, as always my dark temper made me get a bit more... angry by the end and S then decided we should stop before I'd say something I was gonna regret.

I'm just so mad because I know I'd
always be there for Mono but where as S has talked to me and would help me through anything, hell or high water, I feel like Mono wouldn't.

She thinks a surgery on one ingrown nail and a few guests at your house is bad? Try: Having to hide your real selffrom your controlling family, secretly maintain a relationship with your friends. break up with one friend, get totally depressed, then be kinda-friends again, and then getting back together then having him break me again! Oh and in the meanwhile you have to deal with the whole family, feeling out of place, puberty and all that? FOR GOD'S SAKE, I needed HELP! And only S was truly there with me through everything. Even Lann, despite us having not seen each other for about five months managed to try and help as much as she could, but Mono, with abundant free time didn't even try.

And not only the fact that she was ignoring and avoiding and not talking to me, she was doing that to our other friend, S.

Then when we tried to talk, she ignored our questions or avoided them, got all offensive and lied about things she said to both of us! And that isn't something SISTERS do!

Anyway, I'm just mad bout that and again, this is where I offload. For the people who I know know are reading this (*sigh* why, why why? *sigh*) ignore my stupid rant.

-Blake

Letting the Rain Cover My Tears

So, dinner passed by normally, me and my mom didn't talk much (thank God) and stuff. But then after dinner on the way back to the car, it was raining and I walked through it to get to the car. But what I wanted to do was just cry and lets my tears mix with the rain. I don't want to live my life like this.

I want to choose how I do my hair, I want to be able to choose my own style, what I eat! This is supposed to be MY life. SO I already practically run my house back where I live 'cause my mother is way too busy with work, I clean I take care of my brother, I do my work for school, I write extra as well, working on my own projects and some posted stuff. As if it weren't enough now I have to go get religious lessons from my neighbor everyday for an hour. Then they want to control how I dress. I'm not gonna go around in mini-skirts and way too low cut t-shirts but apparently my mom doesn't get it. Wouldn't she rather I be honest with her as opposed to have to be myself and hide it from her?

My mother for some reason doesn't like any of my friends and is way too suspicious/protective to let me even hang out with the one who lives in the same city as me! I need a social life (well more of one) she already looks over my shoulder on my emails and MSN so I can't do that when she's around. So at least lemme hang out with a friend on weekends but nooooo!

And as me and my friend Mickey walked to the car (he didn't notice I had started crying cuz of the rain too) I got into my uncle's car and wi[ped my self off and I realized that this is gonna wear down on me eventually. Is there gonna be a point where my family forces me to think like them? I don't want that. I never will. Would it kill them to let me be myself?

And even now as tears fill my eyes again, I know I can't cry 'cause they'll be suspicious and be mad at me. FOR CRYING! My mom always says: "Cry as much as you want, I don't care, but go sit in a corner and do it silently."

And today, I was explaining something to my family and in front of them I have to put on a cheery perfect fine mask and be my random self - around my friends it comes naturally, I can actually be myself- so I got excited explaining and started using big hand gestures to explain. You know what my mom does?

Mom: Blake, what is all this? *makes hand gestures in a mocking way, copying me* Are you stupid? Don't do that and talk normally.

No one has any idea how hard it was to not burst out crying right there! I finished my explanation 'normally' and then went to the bathroom fixed my eyes again so it didn't look like I had been crying . Then I went back to the living room and pretended everything was 'normal'. And what hurts is, they don't have any idea what my normal is. I came to the sad realization that if I wasn't blood related to them, my family would probably look down on me the same way they looks down on my friends for the way they dress. It threw me into depression for a while and it didn't help much, but I know if I stay here any longer without someone who I can trust and talk to IN PERSON, face to face, I will go insane, or depressed, or just waste away, maybe even break under my family's pressure. I just hope that doesn't happen.

-Blake

"Too Much" by: All Time Low

Another day ends... This song suddenly got a whole new meaning for me as I listened to it in the car today. I just felt like this song truly described my current situation. You'll see I have bolded and capitalized one part of the lyrics which I find my current state of mind right now and it sucks.


Lyrics:

I admit, I miss seeing your face babe, (seeing your face babe)
And being alone is starting to take its toll, (toll)
I'm cold and it's getting old, (getting old)
I admit, (I admit) I should have made some changes. (changes)
We were so smothered in love,
We didn't have a chance to come up for air (no fair)

What a waste, where did the time go?
Where did our minds go?
I don't know.What's this place?
Where did our home go?
We won't know, I don't know.

Too much of anything is too much,
Too much love can be too much,
We had too much time, too much us,
So we fought like tomorrow was promised
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Much, much too much

I admit, I'm still watching the days go by, (watching the days go by)
And sleeping alone is starting to break me down. (down)
It's cold, but I should have known. (should have known)
I admit, (I admit) I made a few mistakes, babe, (babe [x3])
We were so caught up in love,
We didn't have a chance to come up for air...

What a waste, where did the time go?
Where did our minds go? I don't know.
What's this place? Where did my heart go?
We'll never know, I'll never know...

Too much of anything is too much,
Too much love can be too much,
We had too much time, too much us,
So we fought like tomorrow was promised
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Much, much too much

I NEED TO FIND A REASON TO FEEL,
LIKE EVERYTHING WAS MEANT TO LET GO,
TAKE IT SLOW, 'CAUSE I CAN'T BE ON MY OWN.

Too much of anything is too much, (it's just too much)
Too much love can be too much, (it's just too...)
We had too much time, too much us,
So we fought like tomorrow was promised
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Much, much too much

-Blake :(

Random Fact About Me No.2

My favorite book is 'These Old Shades' by: Georgete Heyer. She's an amazing author, every book I've read of hers so far is just a treat! All of the Regency romances I've read of hers are sweet, beautiful, amazingly written, with great, individual characters. Of course a hint of adventure doesn't hurt in a romance and that hint is there in all of hers! What are you reading this for? GO READ 'THESE OLD SHADES'!!!!!

Here is the summary:

"The wealthy and powerful Duke of Avon buys a young boy, Leon, suspecting that the child is being mistreated by his older brother; the Duke is also struck by the boy's unusual colouring, which reminds him of his enemy's red hair and dark brows. Making the boy his page, the Duke wins the child's devotion, much to the amusement of his friends, who find the Duke forbidding, selfish, and sometimes cruel. When it is revealed that Leon is actually Leonie, the Duke adopts the spirited, winsome girl as his ward and introduces her into society. Intrigue, romance, and the trademark Heyer wit ensue." -Wikipedia on These Old Shades

It's an amazing book and a total must read. Justin (Duke of Avon), *swwwoooonnnnsss*

- Blake ;)

Mom-Insults, Hummus, Burnt-Cheese and My General Lack of Equilibrium!

So, Mom got back today! Barely been near her for an hour and she was already insulting me, can you say 'wow'? You'd think that after being away from your daughter for 2 months she'd have some mercy but no! *sigh*

Hummus, gotta love that stuff, it's yummm!

Burnt Cheese. My family should know better than a complete psycho like me near the oven! SO yes, I burnt a cheese paratha, YAY MEEEEEE!

That says it all; WHY THE HECK DO I TRIP ALL THE TIME!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

-Blake ;)

So Sweet!

For some reason I fine that picture absolutely adorable, but what the heck is with Lake sending me these?

Bugs, Sickness, Stalkers and Injuries = A Sucky Day

Welcome to the summary of my sucky day:

Bugs: I went to the bathroom and a bug SAT on my thigh. EW, I'm seriously afraid of all bugs, they creep me out and people who know me have seen me cry because of spiders, I'm that freaked. So you can imagine how squeed out I was by that.

Injuries: I've tripped over my brother's stuff about a million times (once flat on my face and got a nosebleed). then I stepped on this pointy Lego thing. My foot hurts like CRAZY now!

Sickness: Says it all I'm feeling sick. I think I ate something bad!

Stalkers:

So apparently, I have a stalker. I wish he was Edward! My friend, Mickey (we shall call him) and I were out and about and this dude in these huge sunglasses a wierdo hat and a long trench coat was following us around with a camera... And thanks to my lovely friend S, I keep thinking he's the slender man. Thanks a ton girl!

Oh and ALI!!!! You didn't say bye before you left, you SUCK! :P Love Ya.

My day is over. Oh and The reason I'm posting so much is I want to put up a post for everyday and my computer time is severely limited for a while so I'm trying to make up for it now :D.

-Blake

A Picture and a Love Song

Another one of my bestfriends (we can refer to him as Lake) sent me this picture. I wouldn't exactly say I'm depressed but close enough to it that this picture is one I can relate too, though I am no angel. Far from it.

The picture, I don't know. It makes me think of crying, which I've done more than I should. Maybe it was the fact that I've kept it bottled up so long. I won't say my life is oh so terrible, other peope have worse. The kids in Africa, people involved in the wars in Asia. Many orphans who live on the street. I thank God for giving me good food, clothing, a house, a family (even though it's really strict and doesn't understand me) but my life is still no where near perfect.

It's like hiding yourself, not living how you want, it sucks. But back to the topic. The picture above just makes me want to cry, I've been in that same pose many times, minus the wings.

I lfind it how there are no features on the face, I think there could be a few different reasons why the artist would not give the drawing a face or what it symbolizes. Maybe it's just me but the way I see it is that the angel has no voice/she can't speak for herself, she can't see for herself, can't experience things the way she wants. This is what pains her.

I don't understand why Lake sent it to me. Maybe he thought I could relate to it (which I do, very well in fact), I don't know and I won't ask.

Now for the Love Song:

It's a beautiful piece by Eicca Toppinen from Apocalyptica, called 'Love Song'. Their song 'I Don't Care [feat. Adam Gontier]' was based on this amazing composition. It's an absolutely heart-wrenching song and it made me cry when I first listened to it. Unfortunately, there is no place where I can safely download it, which is too bad. Not even iTunes which is just sad!

Here is Love Song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx8rzob2SxI

and this is I Don't Care:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHILdLRVOjM

Both Amazing songs and Adam Gontier who is singing the song 'I Don't Care' is the singer from Three Days Grace, which is my FAVORITE-EST band ever.

Random Fact About Me No. 1

SO I'm starting a new thing, every day I'm gonna post some random fact about me, 'cuz though no one cares, again, this is MY boredom fix so I can finally do what I want for once in my dang life!

Hehe, ignore that mini spazz out... Seriously, ignore it!

And for the record I find Pon and Zi adorable!

And no, that wasn't the random fact though it could've been, I suppose. Pon is the yellow one and Zi is the pink one in this pic, but usually Pon is yellow and Zi is blue.

But the real random fact is I LOVE the rain.

I would live in a place where it rined all day and all night and I would be happy. I'd want a cozy, dark home with dark wood furnishing, I don't like black wood... It would be decorated in black, grey and white, with accents of midnight blue. I would want only one spot of complete brightness, like a large window seat, which looked out onto a forest-y foliage filled area, with lush dark green grass. And some light would filter in through pale grey clouds and I would just sit there and read, or listen to music, or just watch nature.

That's my dream. But I love the wind, and the rain and the clouds, they are so much more beautiful than the sun. And though most people don't know this I'm a complete romantic at times, which is part of why I love the rain. So many books have romantic scenes where the couples are in the rain, dancing in it, or sitting on a patio just chilling while it rains and it's... beautiful.

I want a guy like that, you know the type. Sweet, romantic, gentle, loving, handsome, I don't need him to be perfect. I'm far from perfect my self! In fact, I'm pretty darn boring; boring dark hair, boring dark eyes. I'm not saying I'm ugly, I'm just average... Again, boring. I just want a guy who I can kiss in the rain.

And one that I could openly date without my family chewing my head off *sighs as all romantic thoughts are chased away by scary family thoughts*... Well there goes my mood. I will end my first Random Fact About Me, now.

-Blake

Another Day Begins

My mom is coming back tomorrow adding to my kinda depressed feelings. See she doesn't want to know the REAL me. It's like my whole family wants to mould me into someone I'm not. I like rock/alternative/metal/grunge/screamo music. K, they get that, thank god they aren't narrow minded enough to ban me from my music. But style; I'm not into the whole girly girl thing im the person who would go to black tie events in a casual-formal blouse and jeans. I'm the kinda of person who wanted to go to my grade 8 GRAD in jeans so you get a sense of how completely casual I am.

I don't want frills and embroidery and light bright happy colors. If i could I would dress in dark purple, dark blue, gray and black, that would be my wardrobe at skinny jeans and neutral colored cargo pants and I'd be good for years.

I like arm warmers and studded belts and big bows and pin-straight hair. My mom calls that style cross dressing, which I don't believe in! a) there is NOTHING wrong with cross dressing if you want to and b) I know people who dress like that and some of them are the most manly handsome guys I know! I just hate all the darn stereotyping going on in the world these days...

As you can see by the color scheme of this blog, I see the world in black, whites and grays, and it makes me blunt.

Life to me is like different types of TV. When I was younger say 0-10, I was looking through my eyes at the world in HD color. Then the colors started losing their vibrance and fading until someone just came and put this black and white TV in front of me, I wasn't in that TV, I was watching dull shades of black gray and white from the outside. There are spots of color (my friends, a couple of family members, some happy times) but I always know that the world will turn black, white and gray sooner than I want it to.

Another day begins, funnily enough, with the song 'Wake Up' by Three Days Grace. Give it a listen, I can really relate to the lyrics as with all their songs:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0GqM0TqK9s

Then I cleaned my room, for the fifth time this week, including vacuum. I like chaotic order... My family? Eh, not so much... So yeah. Now I'm lying on my matress and typing this up. I think the internet has heard enough of my blathering for now.

-Blake

PS. SO maybe I was a little harsh on the guy in the last post, I won't apologize, I still think that, but I don't even know him and I doubt he's ever gonna read this so whatever, right?

It's So Creepy...Poor Guy.

So I always wonder about all those 'emo guys' on the internet. This one underneath is one I found out about frm an aquaintance. She was gushin' over how hot he was and yeah he's a... pretty... boy but does this innocent guy know his face is spattered all over the internet? Does he know that millions of girls around the world are pervving over his pretty face everday? It's terribly creepy, isn't it!?! Poor guy...



-Blake

PS. Is it just me or does he look slightly constipated?

PSS. And that lip ring? *cough* looks like a poptab! *cough*

PSSS. And eyebrow and hair color doesn't match! Psst... little tip bud, dye your eyebrows black next time too! People will start thinking you're a blonde!

:D

An Attempt to Cheer Myself Up: Alex Pettyfer and Three Days Grace, Ladies and Gents!

As it is the middle of the night where I am I have no friend to call at the moment (no phone) so I will cheer myself up by talking about one of the things I truly adore: Alexander Richard Pettyfer or 'Alex' Pettyfer.

So not only is he completely the most gorgeous man I have EVER seen (and I don't think ANY GUY could hold a candle to him), he is an amazing actor! In all the movies I've seen of him, he's stunning and I can't help but swoon over his hair! And then there is his lovely British accent!

It also totally helps that he's such a charmer, really sweet in all his interviews, and I mean just look at that picture above! I mean, not every guy can turn out so gorgeous in every picture he gets taken of him.

And he played Alex Rider, the hero in my favorite books series the Alex Rider Series by Anthony Horowitz, in the movie adapted from the first novel Stormbreaker, that just doubled my appreciation for the movie and tripled it for him... I wish he hadn't declined the Eragon movie, than he would've played my two favorite books characters, both!

Moving on to the next topic that makes me happy:

Neil Sanderson (blonde dude), Adam Gontier (black haired dude), BRAD WALST!!!!! (bald dude) and Barry J. Stock (funky mohawk dude). Yes, they are the most epic band ever. I will be lucky enough to be seeing them with my bestie (S, she's like the best sister anyone could ask for) this coming September!

Anyways, back to topic, Let's start with Adam: Two words! HIS VOICE! gah! *melts to the floor in a puddle*. And the lyrics he writes, two words again: Soulful, Beautiful!

Brad Walst: He wasn't that perty (pretty) when he was bald, but now I swear by his side fringe (bangs, whatever). And he is wicked with that bass!

Neil Sanderson: His quotes! "I sweat like a hooker in church" love him.

Barry: Now the mohawk... He reminds me of teddy bears for some reason!

So now that I'm feelin' a bit more cheerful, not happy but better I suppose, I will end of this stupid post and go to bed...

-Blake

Don't Worry Sis

I just realized I feel like well dying... But I won't... A few reasons:

a) 'Cuz the people who do care about me wouldn't want that (Don't Worry, S)
b) I'm not that pathetic, I have a life outside that person despite what they think
c) And maybe it was the best thing we always ended up hurting each other (it hurts more now but I like to think it will be better for the future)
d) (my loser attempt at humor:) Heaven wont allow me in and Hell's afraid I'll take over...

-Blake

Broken

So yeah... It's all over. Great. And no, it isn't over in a good way. I just lost my best friend, my safety net, basically one of the few things a wake up for in the morning. Well I suppose I will survive. I definately can't right for a while. My characters would all commit suicide... It pretty much sums up what I feel like doing right now.

And what's worse, I said I wanted to stop fighting. The person just wanted to stop... everything. No explanation even. Well...

There were quite a few things that that person broke with a single text... a) my heart b) every little bit of my conscience and c) ME.

-Blake

I Wish I didn't Care But I DO

So, sometimes there's that certain person! You know you love them, you know they love you back, but yet you're always fighting! So just got out of the fight, with the person I love. And you know what's stupid? The fact that we fight over the stupidest things and then I realize that it hurts and its sucks and its stupid. And then I seriously regret what I've said, but I'm just too stuborn to back down 'cause I do believe that person was in the wrong too and it really really makes me mad!!!

For the love of schniztels, it's not right! I hate things when they are like this. And I know I wish i didn't care but I do! And that is what kills the most. It seriously hurts!

I just want you yell at this person so bad but I seriously want to hug them too and say "I'm sorry" and it pains me to say it but my pride won't let me. Even if the person somehow comes upon this post and asks me about it I know that I can't say "I'm sorry" to their face - and it will make me sounds like a terrible person to admit it but- I just can't cause i don't know. I hate being wrong and when I know I am it is even worse!

But if you are reading this, "I love you and I'm sorry, you know I've never been able to express my emotions right but the fact that I've written it and haven't said it straight to you... It doesn't make it less real. 'Cuz sometimes I wish I didn't care but I do and I mean it and I don't want to fight."

-Blake

My New Boredom Fix and Random Shiz About My Day!

Blogging, yes, blogging, a.k.a. letting you know the insignificant doings of mine... You being the internet as I still doubt anyone is actually reading this... It's my new boredom fix, so enjoy the ramblings of me, as this is them! and if that made any sense you must have a mind like mine... Except you're the internet... you have no mind! Anyways... Yeah. La La La La La...

So, hmmm... today was interesting, woke up at 3 pm, was up writing all night... Inspiration is a both a blessing and, well, I cant say curse, as I adore writing, it's practically the only way I can live life... Through my characters.. But back to the topic, if i cannot call it a curse, I will call it an inconvenience, it hardly strikes at the right time, most of the time. Of course, it results in my aunt thinking I'm only MSN-ing (Like PMS-ing but trust me that ain't as fun as MSN) all the time and but i find it annoying as everyone who truly knows ME (not the Ms. Not-Me act I have to put on for my family) knows that I am 100% dedicated to my writing and that it's part of me, not just a hobby. As my family has no other writers and I am young, they encourage me but I don't believe they truly get how much I invest myself into my writing. To them I suppose it is just a little time passing hobby but I fully intend to be a published author someday. Of course I want to be a lawyer, but writing is truly a passion of mine and i don't appreciate people making it sound trivial.

For some reason I feel like I have a bug in my ear and I don't but i still have this crawly feeling. Wierd. This happens to me a lot, I wonder why...

Dinner Time

Our scene begins:

One dark haired girl sits in a corner on a cushion staring out into space. 2 elders (her grandparents) sit on a three seater black leather couch. An aunt bustles around a kitchen and stares into the oven repeatedly. An annoying 6 (or is he 7) year old annoyingly sits annoyingly at a chair by the counter and annoyingly makes annoying faces at the dark haired girl.

The Grandmother (the dark haired girl thinks there should be a -inator after that) speaks: Make us some sherbet, C- (the aunt).

The dark haired girl stands and mutters: I'll do it.

Anything is better than sitting in that corner and doing nothing... She thinks.

So she goes and gets water, puts it in two glasses, then adds the red Ro'awzah mixture in, stirs and hands one glass to her grandmother and the other to her grandfather.

From there she returns back to the corner sitting in the same pose...

*five minutes pass*

The grandparents drink their sherbet... C- (the aunt) pulls out lasagna from the oven and sets it on the councter, meanwhile, annoying little 6/7 year old boy chatters on incessantly. Everyone ignores the exasperated sigh the dark haired girl sighs. She really feels out of place at the moment. She'd rather be working on her latest writing idea! But no... she couldn't. Another sigh, quieter this time.

Dinner is served, goes by in listening to her aunt order her around and feed her more lasagna then she needs to eat and gets more and more annoyed by her brother.

After dinner is a disaster; she manages to get the plates into the dishwasher safely but while putting away a box of this Pakistani stuff called papas (yes, she isn't kidding you and they are like these things you dip in tea and are round most of the time and crunchy but very light). A bag of flour drops out and flour fills the air.

Dark-haired Girl mutters: Ladies and gentleman; Blake Evil!

Then the papa's box tips over and -oh joy, the lid was left unscrewed!- pap crumbs join the flour on the ground. Dark-haired Girl mutters again: Oh, there's that clumsiness again, joy!

Then the dark-haired girl goes to get a hand-vacuum thing and cleans up. After she's finally done and escapes to her room and starts writing again. one she's done as much as she can, she goes for her laptop.

And so ends Blog Post No.1: Dinner Time...

And who is that dark haired girl, you might ask? Me...

Intro, baby!

So...

My Name: You dont need to know, Just call me Blake Evil :D
My Age: You don't need to know that either.
Where I Live: Planet Mars, yes there is life on Mars! MEEEE!

Hehe so now that you know diddly-squat (nothing) about me, here we go!