Happy New Year! :D

Happy new year, guys.
2012 for the win. <3

This year is going to be amazing. Here's why:
1) Less drama to bring home to my llama.
2) I bought new binders, so I will be organized. :D ~le nerd~
3) It ends in an even number. <3 (thank goodness)
4) Apocalypse. That's always fun. (;
5) I'm going to be who I wanna be, barbie girl. (minus a few major secrets...) lol.

I hope that the new year brings joy to you all! <3

*insert girly emotocon here*

Fredo

I have this little dog named Fredo. Two of my best friends are in love with him and insist on keeping him. ;P
He's asleep on my lap and giving little sighs and snores which are just the cutest things ever.

Stewart. :)

It's not okay to talk badly about other people online, where everyone can see. It doesn't matter what they did, or how mad they made you, you shouldn't talk bad about them online unless if they are fine with it. In most cases, they'd be pretty pissed off.
yep.

Well, on a better note... New year's eve is tomorrow! :3 I'm most likely going to be spending it alone in my room while my brother has friends over...

My mom likes him better, I think.

I got a "husband" pillow today. It's super soft and pink... I named him Stewart. <3

I also got ear rings and orbit gum. :)

Time to wait for midnight. <3 bye  bye!!!

Blah, blah, blahhh...

Just for starters, blah is indeed a word.
Anyway... It seems that all anyone says now a days is just blah. It's not interesting, anymore. It seems like I always have the same conversations over and over again.
Like, yesterday. My one friend and I had the same conversation that we have had several times before about the television show, "Get Smart". It gets boring and blah after a while.

Life is getting blah. Nothing exciting ever happens... I guess maybe if something extreme did happen, my opinion would change.

But, expressing opinions is frowned upon by some people, so I shan't speak anymore. I'll hold it in.

No more opinions from now on, Blogger.
Joy.  I guess it's fake smile time, guys.

Oh, Blogger... Why are you used for evil?

Blogger shouldn't cause so much stress in my life.

It's blogger.

Barely anyone read this, anyway. Only my friends  (and an ex friend) are probably reading these words.
~Hi Hannah Hook, hi Tran! <3~

None of it matters.

None.

So, I'm not understanding why it causes this much stress.

The best thing in the world should not be used for evil.

Thank god I have my best friends... I might have died. O.o

Back in time, there was a happy place that I once knew. (and some hateful stuff)

Back in time, there was a happy place that I once knew. Back where there wasn't a care in the world. Back where the wind was in  my hair, and the sun in my face. Those were the good old days, but they call them "old" days for a reason.

They're not now.

Now, there's war. Now there are cares and fears. Now, there is confusion and pain. Now the sun is slowly blacking out, and the air is polluted. This is the now. This is what we've come to. This is what we are.

Can't we go back to the good old days? Can't we be free from the pain and the suffering? Can't we just be young and naive forever?  A day spent laughing at the slightest things and doing anything we please would be the greatest.

Even though there is bad in the world, don't loose your smile. Remember the good old days. Cherish what you had, and pray for the strength to go on with the future. Look forward to good times to come. Memories only last as long as you let them, so make them count. Most importantly, live life to the fullest. In the end, you'll remember the good, not the bad.


Sorry for all that jazz... It just popped into my head and needed to burst out of my fingers. Do you want to hear random hateful things on my mind? Well, you have no choice.

I hate when people say," F---ing." or stuff like that. You might as well just say the whole word, for crying out loud!
I hate when something is estranged. I hate it. HATE.
I hate it when people brag... >.<
I hate it when people only talk about themselves.
I hate is when people steal things. Be it pencils, people, food, money, words, ect.
I hate Copy cats and followers. Like," I like purple" "OMG, ME TOO!" or " I like *insert an name of a musical or something here*" " OMG! I TOTALLY LOVE THAT!!!!" Then they have to copy everything that that person does till there is slowly two of the same person. And when people say something like," OM- double gee" and then someone else says it till EVERYONE is saying it.
I hate taking meds.
I hate having to pee while writing a blog... so I guess I'll end the hate fest, here. BYE! <3

You're like water in my ears, or a poem in my blog. (LE POEM)

You're like water in my ears, or a sickness in my brain. I can never get you to go away and you always drive me insane.


You're like water in my ears, or a shriek among my peers. Whenever I hear your voice it drives me into tears.


You're annoying, evil, and a great big dope. Oh, PLEASE, LEARN HOW TO USE SOAP.


I hate you, I despise you and I don't mean to surprise you,  but I wouldn't really mind it if you did not exist.`


You're personality matches your face. Wild, Ugly, and just plain out of taste.


You'll never get married, but you will die old. With twenty seven cats who are dying of the cold.


Why is it cold? Well, you can't pay to heat your house. Selling hot dogs to nobody, not even a mouse.


You're like water in my ears, or pain in my gut. You really need to just SHUT UP.


You're like water in my ears, or a pimple on my face. Really, please, just leave this place.

LOVE,
Tonks. <3 (Le poet) :D

Boo.

Last night, my two friends (lets call the one Momo) and Phil were texting me. I was telling them both scary stories at like, 1am. It was extremely scary... I was all set to have nightmares. I was actually kind of looking forward to the sensation of being scared out of my wits due to irrational fears placed in my head by spooky stories in my dreams. Where I can't escape.

No dreams came.

Not. A. Single. One.

See, now normal people would be glad not to have been scared into tears, but I'm the exact opposite. I'm extremely upset that I did not receive the fright and the terror. I didn't wake up screaming in the middle of the night. Nothing. I didn't even spend time tossing and turning like usual.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? :(

While I was reading some of the stories, they scared me to the point of tears. Where did that sensation go?

Being scared is kind of like a high for me, and I want to experience it all over again. Although, unless if I want to be an addict to the chemicals in my brain that give me that "scared" sensation, I'd better hold off.

~* le sigh* ~

Oh, the things we love and hate.

My favorite thing about the weekends is staying up late. Why? Well, 12am is why. Some call it Midnight, but I call it "that time again" with a silly grin on my face. It's the time where the person that I like texts me good morning out of the blue every day that they can. It's even better in a different language. <3 ahhh... like last 12am. German. Lol...

I love my friends, no matter how weird they are... like when they bite me repeatedly, point at random objects on the ground and tell me that they want to live there, play with my face, point at me and yell, "POOP!", tell me that they want to eat me, grab my hair and smell it then play with it randomly out of the blue, and cry in the band room with me.  I'll always love them. <3

I love giving presents. I've never exactly thought of myself as a grinch to people that I dislike around the holidays.  I even got my evil neighbor's family something for Christmas. :)

I love meeting new people. Especially when they're super nice to me. :3

I love jokes. Especially when they are original and told from someone that I love.

I love music. Especially from HIS voice... ahhhh *heart slowly melts* <3

I love books. Harry Potter for the win. (:

I love family. (Sometimes) hahahaha... (;

And I love life. <3

What I hate on the other hand...
This part sickens me. I hate it when people make fun of other people. I hate it when popular people act all... fake then complain about how they have "no friends" or "can't get a boy friend"... Sometimes I just want to say," Honey, snap the hell out of it and grow up." But, I'm not exactly the type of person that would do that. I hate the feeling of having people taken from you. Like you have to fight to be friends with someone because some force is trying to take them away from you. It makes me want to cry. I love my friends too much to see them go. I hate homophobes. They make me want to stab something or explode. One of my bestfriends is a lesbian and her and her girlfriend are just the cutest thing ever! They shouldn't have to feel hatred everyday. They should feel free. It is America; the land of the free and the home of  the brave, is it not? I hate war. I hate being too hot or too cold. I hate being sick all the time. It truly is getting old after two years of constantly being in pain. I hate missing texts. I hate doing homework or boring projects. I hate being grounded. And I hate it when people can't just keep their mouths shut and think about what they say before it comes out of their stupid faces.

I hate and love lots of things, but I am going to let the things that I love over power my hate. Maybe you should, too. <3

(; Have a nice Midnight, guys.

Ahh... (:

Hello people.
I'm in a fantastic mood... Happy Holidays. :)
I love Christmas music. Especially when it's coming from HIS voice. Who's he? Well, you may not know. His voice makes my heart melt whenever I hear it. <3 ahhh...

If only I could tell  him, but that my friends, is impossible.

Plus, he's cute. :) lol

ANYWHO... I can't wait to see what I get for Christmas. TOODLES GUIES! ;)

That awkward moment when...

That awkward moment when your blood test results come in.
The blood churning feeling when they tell you that your disease is getting worse.
That heart breaking moment when all that separates you from your death is an allergic reaction, walking in the rain, being too cold, or even having a window open.
That horrible moment when you need to talk to someone, but you cant seem to find the words.
When you realize that if you just took a few more pills, everything might be alright.
When you need to cry.


...When it's all your fault.

Top of the morning to ya.

It's funny how one sentence can change your entire mood. (:

*Happy sigh*

Life is good.

I just thought that I'd tell you all.

<3 Good bye.

Haters and Lovers of All Flavors and Colors

Hello haters and lovers of all flavors and colors. (Just thought of that and is going to keep saying that from now on.)

I had a glorious day today. I woke up, and I felt great. I was ready to leave for band by 7am. I was an early birdy. (;
As soon as I walked in to band, one of my good friends (let's call her lil Pumpkin) told me that I looked stunning.
I sat down at my usual seat but had to play a different instrument because my usual one (My baby <3 ) is being fixed at the moment. I actually played all of the notes, and didn't mess up. I was extremely happy because of that! We even did a new piece. O.o
After that, I sat in homeroom with my best friend. That was fun. I love her so freaking much! <3
I had to go down with my best friend to her morning lesson, because I had missed my lesson the day prior due to a math test. It was a lot of fun! We sang our own version of kum bi ja (or however it's spelled) and just had a bunch of fun playing music. Then, we had to go back to our next class. I was sitting next to that kid who touches my stuff that I told you all about in prior posts. We were making little hats out of tiny paper and not paying any attention to the movie that we had to take notes on. We're both lucky that I know a lot about Abraham Lincoln, other wise we'd have been in trouble. That was fun. At lunch, I started out sitting next to Phil and one of my good friends (We'll call her Shulie). I love sitting there. It's fabulous. Then, I moved over to the other side of the table, because my one friend wanted to talk to me. It was weird over there... almost like a different universe. I was talking to the boy whom I like and whom is also my guy best friend. I find it weird when he looks me in the eyes when he talks to me. I'm not used to it. I guess I sorta like it... It makes me feel all special. I was with him a lot today. He was worried about me, too. I was walking in the hall, and he punched my arm all soft and asked me, "what's up?" then I was still in my own world so he grabbed my shoulder and asked if I was okay. I told him that I was in just deep thought about some stuff, and he was all worried about me. He should actually be texting me soon to talk. (:

ANYWHO... In ELA, I'm my teacher's favorite I guess and she asked me today if I wanted to arrange her seating chart for my class. I of course said yes! It was the best thing to ever do in ELA class. I sit next to my guy best friend that I like in social studies and math. I love those periods. Social studies, especially. Today, he was being all... close to me. It was sorta weird, but kinda sweet. He kept sitting really close and putting his arm on my arm and stuff. *happy sigh* 
We were finishing a math test today that I feel really well about. And that's awesome, because I suck at math.In afternoon homeroom, we go out stupid mid-quarters. Mine wasn't exactly the prettiest, but I'm not worried about it. One grade is most likely a mistake and the other I'm on verge of fixing. I of course got an A+ in ELA.
Tonight was a school dance, but instead I went ice skating with my best friend. <3
Best. Decision. Ever. 
I really with that my guy best friend that I like was there, though. My best friend and I aren't used to doing "cool people" things without him. Phil should have been there, too! ... Four times they REALLY needed to be there.
Now, I am home and In need of a phone charger, chocolate, and possibly a blanket of some sort.

Bye, my haters and lovers of all flavors and colors. <3

Over the Horizon is is a Rising Sun.

Hello everyone! I feel amazing. I feel just like a baby caterpillar that is about to blossom into a butterfly. :)

Here is my plan for today:

Dress pretty. When I dress pretty, I feel pretty. When I feel pretty, I feel happy.

I'm going to remember my wallet so that I can pay for lunch.

Hang out in the band room with some of my friends.

Hang out with my best friend.

(Maybe) Go ice skating.

Only text in French back and forth with my one guy friend. (Phil)

And lastly, hopefully get some ice cream. I need ice cream.

Well guys, I'm off to band practice. Bye!

... Yes. This is me. I say hi. :3

Old Guys.

Hello. Tonks here, as always. I recently got about 30 dollars from babysitting. I bought led pencils today that cost about a Kajillion dollars. (Five dinky pencils for about 4 dollars)

RIP OFF. 


Anyway... Since these are MY pencils bought with MY own money, I'm going to take extra special care of them. I was writing out math terms and things when I had accidentally written the wrong word. As I was erasing, my first thought was," What a waste of led... Now my led piece is smaller than it could be. *grumble grumble grumble*" 


I feel like an old guy. O.o
But then again, old people don't use Sweet Tarts instead of chalk to write their names outside on the sidewalk. <3

Old guys don't have teenage drama.
Old guys don't have boy troubles.
Old guys don't have advanced math courses.
Old guys don't have the things that I do.
... But they sometimes smell, and most of their friends and family probably died, and they have to pay bills and medicall expenses and so on....

I guess I'd rather be me than an old guy. :3

Hello there. It's me again, guys. Tonks. Anyway, today I'm going to talk about my day.

I have not slept in over 24 hours. So, this morning I came downstairs to eat some breakfast. There was nothing in the fridge. Absolutely nothing. So I went without. On my way to school, it was freezing out and all of my friend's were gathered near a person who hates me so I didn't go over there.  None of them even said Hi. I stood with some people that I'm kind of friendly with and was talking for a while. Then we had homeroom. Everyone of course was finishing up homework that they didn't do the night before. I let my friend (Phil, we'll call him) borrow my colored pencils that were needed for the homework. I also let my best friend borrow them. Next thing that I know, my pencils are everywhere! I was super annoyed. Next, was German class. We played German old maid. I, of course, was the old maid. Shocker. After that I had science. We were doing a work sheet when suddenly something get thrown at my head and the person that hates me and her friend are laughing. VERY MATURE.  My neighbor and a friend of her's whom sat behind me of course had to tell me every little flaw of my clothes during science, too. Joy. I actually really liked my outfit today... Anyway, after that was lunch. I hate lunch. Everyone is just so annoying at lunch >.<. My one friend made wonderful cookies, though. They were super good. After lunch, we had literacy. We got our seats rearranged. Now I sit with a creepy kid who always touches my stuff. Next, cooking. That was pretty okay. I sit a table with a girl who has my name and two boys who have the same name. Weird, right? My real name isn't too common. Cooking goes by and then ELA arrives. ELA is fine, mostly because I'm one of my teacher's favorites. Then Social Studies... eh. I sit next to my guy best friend (whom I also may have a crush on, possibly.) so that's fine. He just can be annoying and mean sometimes. He stole my one friends marker and wouldn't give it back. Again... VERY MATURE. He also couldn't keep his arm off of my desk or near me. Some of you may be saying "awwww!!!" to yourselves, but I know that he only did it to bug me. He had that kind of look on his face. Afternoon homeroom wasn't very fun. My teacher is usually a big grump during homeroom. After school, I had singing practice. I got to stand next to my friend Phil (Previously mentioned) and he kept "falling" and having to hold on the me and this other kid next to him for balance. He just needed to stand still  is all. But, he's him and he's never still. Now, I'm home and cold. I have a head ache and all I want to do is sleep and talk to my two bestfriends... Bye Blog stalkers. Cya!

Hakunamatata-ing.

Oh boy. :D I'm so excited about this blog...

Here we go again... I kinda wanna be more than friends... lalalalalalalalalala... Sorry! Animal by Neon Tree's is stuck in my frontal lobe.

So, I'm extremely happy. Wanna know why? I listened to the Lion King. THAT'S RIGHT, I SAID THE LION KING! I have no worries, for the rest of my daaaays! I'm hakunamatata-ing. (If that even makes sense)

People can try to bring me down, but they'll never ever succeed. EVER. I wont let them. Just last night, I got into a fight with someone and now I feel great. :D I don't care if they hate me, or who they tell the things that I did to them or said. I don't care about the mean people at school or even my mean older brother.

I'm just going begin to live my life as it's mean to be. Without hatred. It's about time that I got to  be happy, eh?
So a word of advice to you people that may be reading this: If you want happiness, there's no one stopping you, but yourself. GO BE HAPPY!

You'll feel great. (: 

Haters Gonna Hate.

The first step is admitting that you have a problem.
Hello, my name is *insert my real name here* and I am a hater. Let's just call me Tonks, yeah?
I hate most people, sadly. I can't really help it. I hate almost everyone but my best friend. I can't ever hate my best friend. She's too amazing. We've been best friends for like, four years now and we haven't ever fought. ANYWHO... I'm very annoyed at some of my close friends... :/

I don't understand people sometimes.  They can just be so thick headed. If I don't agree with something that you say doesn't mean that I hate you. >.<
It means that you and your stupid beliefs annoy me. AND THAT'S OKAY!

I don't really care, anyways...

I hate hating stuff... but I do. And when I hate, it ruins my entire day. Other things start bothering me till I eventually break down in a fit.

~Tonks. Who shall be hating stuff in that corner over there... by herself.

Family... mhmm.

So, today my parents thought that it's be a good idea to go to the grocery store by themselves... HA.
Forty-Five minutes after they left for the store, I get a call from my dad.
"Has your mother called you?"
"No, why?"
"Just wondering. We're at the store and I cant find her. We got into a fight and I said that I wanted to leave, so I went to the car and now I cant find her. She didn't have her phone with her"
Now, I think that my mom could be kidnapped or something horrible like that. BUT NO. She decided to walk 5 miles home from the store because she's "had enough" of my dad. Meanwhile, the man that she's "had enough of" spent 2 and a half hours frantically looking for her and upset.
I was home crying and looking at the window hoping that she'd come home.
when both of them were home safely, all they did was fight and fight and fight...
And they expect me to be fine with this?
Oh family... Why?
 )':