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Attention Starved Kids [ASK] |
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I feel like going on a huge rant about kids who post random bullitens that have no point other than to gain attention, to which they will then push away and go lay under the porch, trying to learn how it feels like to be dead.
But then I realize, I used to be one of those people, I guess.
The funny thing is, I would get angry at people who [one] told me to just shut up and say I was trying to get attention and [two] would try and get me to talk about whatever was bugging me.
I would seriously get angry and throw a fit.
Why?
I was mad that they read the bulliten.
Mostly because I wasn’t posting the bulliten to them, but directly to a different person, one who most likely wouldn’t be able to read the bulliten in teh first place.
Sometimes to people who don’t even exsist.
Confused? I am.
But I think that that is one reason others get angry when people try to get them to talk about whatever it is when they post such bullitens.
So anybody who can help me;
Why is it that people will post bullitens [or other sucks thiings, threads, messages, ect] when there is a chance someone they don’t want to read it will read it?
OR: Why is it that people post bullitens [threads, messages, ect] when they don’t want others to know of the problem?
 Am Your Liquid Fantasy · Sun Apr 13, 2008 @ 10:16pm · 0 Comments |
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So the point of this blog is, just in general, school. For those KSD students, Navigation.
I just finished my freshman Conference. I have never been so dissapointed, [school-related] EVER. This is just because I have learned just as much about navigation as my father did; in the space of about ten-fifteen minutes, I learned more about navigation than all the nav classes we’ve had throughout the entire school year.
Why wasn’t this told to us during navigation? At least, why wasn’t MY class told this?
The sole reason I do not like Navigation is because, most specifically, most teachers, TEACHERS, do not like Nav. The teachers themselves did not spend years in college to teach navigation. Many of them do not understand Navigation. Many of them do not take Navigation seriously. Therefore, their students, stuck with them for four years, do not take Navigation seriously. A few teachers however, do take it seriously. For example, MY advisor. I don’t mind. I took it seriously until today. Now, however, I do not.
Forty-Two minutes, Twice a month, and I learned more in ten minutes from teh same man. Honestly, I don’t see why I’m being marked down in my conference for his mistake.
Am Your Liquid Fantasy · Sun Apr 13, 2008 @ 10:13pm · 0 Comments |
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"Sophie?" Amy yelled through the upper story one bedroom apartment. "Where are mommy’s favorite shoes?"
Sophie Amythest Minette was a little over three, but she was attending school already. A quick learner, she was no longer in diapers, and could speak quite well. Sophie hated being treated as a toddler that her small frame betrayed her as.
"You meant the high heels?" Sophie asked, a little unkindly. "They are by the front door in the shoe rack. I put them there to avoid tripping in the living room."
Amythest grimaced at this cold remark. "Honey, I’m sorry! I look at you and think of an immature brat, most children seem to be. Not my intelligent Sophie Minette."
Amythest gracefully spun and hurried to the front door, donning the hells just as there was a sharp rap that echoed through the small but up class apartment. Amy wrenched the door open before the visitor put their fist to the wood again. She cried out, as if in pain, and clutched at her heart when she realized the person, now entering her own home uninvited, was her ex-boyfriend.
"Raphael?" Her nerves sent an icy dagger up her spine, and she instinctively drew back. "What do you want? Why are you here?" Her voice drew up to a squeak.
Raphael’s dark eyes peered down at her, beautiful physique out of a strikingly handsome face, with dark natural hair spilling down to his broad shoulders.
Amythest was afraid. She was not fooled by his charming features, not after the last time she had spent time with him, not including court. She could still remember the threats Raphael had made toward Sophie and herself. His next words would never convince her.
"I want to apologize…" he began, his face carefully conformed to show remorse, but Amy cut across his practiced dialogue.
"I should call the authorities and let them know you are breaking the restraint order." She let it sting, but made sure it healed quickly. "I’m not going to though… not yet. First, what do you want?"
Raphael looked hurt, and she felt in control for once since the first months of their unstable relationship.
"I think I made it clear I want to apologize, Amy." His tone made it clear that she had already ticked him off, and he wasn’t going to cut her slack. She immediately felt as though she was his pet, being chastised. Again.
Am Your Liquid Fantasy · Sun Apr 13, 2008 @ 10:12pm · 0 Comments |
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Druggies Rise - Chapter One |
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Turning a corner of the school building, Yuli was suddenly confronted by trees and bushes in the courtyard. A belt loop on her tight black jeans catches a few leaves from a hedge, but Yuli kept walking towards 'The Wall': where her friends hang during lunch and study hour most everyday. The courtyards are completly deserted, which is what Yuli had hoped for. The school was holding an assembly honoring a student who had recently died of a car crash and her druggie group had decided to go, hoping for some opportunity to wreak havoc at the funeral-like gathering. Yuli left on the way to the auditorium, mumbeling something about going to her locker for a book. On the way back, she decided to go the Wall. She didn't want to be involved in trouble-making this time, her friends ideas of fun were getting old with the [schoolname] staffing. As of last night, Yuli knew she wasn't going to make it through today, anyways.
Yuli was ashamed when a tear strolled so very casually down her cheek. Yuli is tough, she was the last girl expected to break down during school. But Yuli is having a hard time; she doesn't know what she's going to do.
"We've told you over and over," her father would berate her in the evening, "If there's another phone call from school concerning drugs, cigarettes, or alcohol, we're kicking you out. This is your final warning: Quit being such a dumbshit and start doing something with your life! Getting addicted isn't going to help you get anywhere."
Then her mother would join her father, in a calmer yet firm tone: "We want the best for you, sweetheart, but you're just not cooperating. We need you to help us help you. What you're heading for is a life in rehab, jail or even prison."
Yuli would feebly protest, but she really didn't care about anything anymore. Her parents would continue: explaining new standerds she's expected to meet, new rules to set down, but Yuli would never listen to a word of these monotonous speeches.
Instead, she daydreams of Matt, his beautiful face, and his beautiful drugs he shares with Yuli.
Especially the drugs.
Yuli is going to have to accept that she isn't going to be able to live forever on Matt. She knows this, but right now, she won't even think of that because she's reached the Wall, and the shelter of the shadow it casts on her. She can hide with the trees, bushes, here the leaves camoflauge her. She pulls out a joint and lights up, reveling in the escape. She felt the ghosts following her. The dark one connected to her following and miming her every movement. Yuli could feel herself drifting away from the voices and others thoughts. She hated touching everyone elses minds, knowing their opinions of her, their confusion they feel towards others, distaste for work and teachers. She wanted them to keep their privacy.
Everyone would say Yuli is unique because how she is beautiful: Red, curly hair in a glossy sheet hanging down her pale shoulders, bright green eyes easy to lose oneself in. What really makes Yuli different is her 'Talent'; she sees ghosts that no one believes in, she hears voices nobody else can hear, and she 'reads minds.' That is, she can hear peoples thoughts, as though they are voicing them aloud. Sometimes what she hears isn't very pretty.
Yuli feels high already, and the tears from last nights parenting dissapated.
The tears quickly come back as Mr. Harrengs came around the corner and spotted her immeadiatly, his eyebrows connecting as his morning smile became a grimace.
Another call to her parents concerning drugs.
Yuli's out of a home this time.
Am Your Liquid Fantasy · Sun Apr 13, 2008 @ 10:10pm · 0 Comments |
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