Anger.

         I'm going to rant this time. About EVERYTHING THAT BOTHERS ME. I don't know what else to write, so I'm going to go all out on this.
         I dislike when little kids are treated like royalty and they're the most annoying, bratty little kids on the face of the earth. I hate when people act all sweet and kind around you and then once you get to know them, they're the most disgusting person you've ever met. I hate when someone gets really close to you only to stab you in the back and leave you for dead. I hate when people judge me because of the way I dress, or laugh, or do anything that I do. I hate being shut out by close friends because someone is rotting inside from telling lies and rumors about me. I hate being hurt by people I love and will always love, despite how much I want to hate them.
         I can't stand it when my friends are picked off like so many insects because they hang out with me, or because of how they walk and talk, or simply because of how they look. I wish I could live without everyone hurting those people who are different from the rest. I wish that people could see the difference between love and lust. I wish that society today could take the film off their eyes and realize that the world around them is crumbling and that we need to make a difference.
         I understand people may not share the same views as me, but I've said I hate what people do and what they say and such, but I can't say I hate anyone. No matter how hard I may try, I just can't hate a PERSON.
         Sigh. Alright.
                                         Deflated anger.
                                                                                I feel better.
 

Crazed family eating Cheetos.

         So right now, I'm in little Pearsall, TX and I've noticed my family's gone completely insane. I over-hear my cousins arguing about zombies and whether they run fast or slow (they run slow, by the way). I also see that my grandparents found a turtle and have it in the backyard along with 2 dogs, a pond full of fish, and an oversized cat. My cousin also has a baby whale (oversized beta fish). Oh, the joys of being in America.
         My family's so peculiar. I guess that's why people like my family so much. I think they like them because they just haven't seen them in their natural habitat. My dad is a blacksmith, married to a nurse (match made in clumsy heaven). I am a clumsy little chickee who needs glasses and looks horrible in a bun. My cousin dresses like a spastic beautician and IS a spastic beautician. My other cousin is engaged to a childhood friend and loves his meat and potatoes a little TOO much (kind of round, but it's cool). Lastly, my dog has gotten to be twice the size of what she used to be- she's my fat little sausage.
         I don't really know where else to go with this post. I'm drawing some new pictures and I'll be posting them soon. One is a dog (if Raze is reading this, it's your dog), another is a sweet picture of amazing-ness (it's actually one of my favorites), and some other picture, but I don't know which one yet. Y'know what I've also noticed? Cheetos.
         Cheetos are so...........weird. I mean, they're unnatural and so oddly shaped. It's covered with artificial cheese and it tastes so funky, not to mention the gross texture. The weird thing is that I used to love Cheetos. I ate them ALL THE TIME as a little kid. I don't know what happened, but they're just so gross now.
         I guess this is kind of a short post. It's the shortest post I've ever written. There wasn't really a point to this post, was there? Oh well. It's cool. Anyhow......... Yeah.
                                                        Yours truly,
                                                                      _________________