And posting. I'm such a rebel. adssakdlj


I know I'm not really. I just got excited. Let me be.

So last night I stayed up until 3:30 in the morning typing out the three essays to the Mount begging them to accept me. At 6 when I had my shower and such I expected my mother to be happy but instead she was upset that I planned to go to school. Upon her arrival from bringing my faja to work I swore at her (we had a little argument) and at 7:30 she said I was walking to school or staying home. School starts at 7:40. -_- So I got here at 8:12 and was counted as an absence because I missed the first half hour of A period.
BOLLUX.

So now I have detention and the like...but my essays are done.
YAYZ

...amendments.

There..no guilt at all.

So Seussical was pretty darn amazing.
I saw it twice, both times it was killarr.

and that is all.
i am sleepy and mildly depressed.

Because I, Vanessa Lynch (totally, NOT my real name..) am a douchebag.
=] la'as.

Tags: stabbystabby rip rip kill. arrow haha
Current Location: ya mom
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: matrixxx

And it's going to be totally fetch.

Sorry. I had to speak in such a manner. But no longer.

Anyhow.

Party at my house Thursday from 4-8, sleepover if ye be female.
You must come. I don't care what time.
<3

I like


swimming.

And wish I could do so currently. Helas, I cannot!
J'adore le swimmin'z and want to go RIZZIGHT NOW.

and that is about all.
pretty much.

Elektra is pretty, she gives me strength.


Anyhow.
I got a letter about 10 minutes ago stating that I have lost my credits AGAIN.

...asdjskhgdfkgshfjgsdfkhgsdjkghslkdfh fleh.

Do you know how much this sucks?
A lot.
I can get excuses but 'tis uber LAME.
----
"Hello Mr. Principle. Mah family is teh uber poor and I lost heat a few times. I couldn't shower see, and wasn't going to come to school unclean. I also, on occasin, being human get sick, not always sick enough to get a note from the ER, but sick enough. And oh, btw. My family's crazy. We get a visit from DSS once a month and lie so that they leave us alone. And every monday wednesday and friday I have martial arts. And I also work at the library. And sometimes getting all of my work done is mildly exhausting, especially since I get treated like a blubbering idiot because I'm the only person in this filthy town who speaks her mind without fear of what others will say.
So you see, I deserve my credits.
I really do. =]"


I don't see that working somehow.
And emotional stressful stuff doesn't count for anything, but it should. It really should. I can't tell them all that bull, it's embarrasing and useless, especially since they don't care. But I do know that I haven't been coming to school everyday and working on their bullshit papers for them to rip away my credits and my right to college. No. It shall not happen.

*le sigh*

Whyyyyyy can't I do the gateway program at the Mount and go to college noooow.
=( fleh.




But I saw the Count of Monte Cristo last night.

And I love it.
+]

Tags: ah think ah broke mah toe =/
Current Mood: exanimate

Thanksgiving, yeah, pretty cool.
My day was 90 million times longer than it should have been, ended with some pushing, and I didn't spend any of it with my mom; about which I feel awful.

I woke up at 5 (o'bloody clock in the morning) and started to get dressed/shower so my aunt from Webster (Trish) could come bring Dad and I to their other sister (Cheryl)'s house in Boston. She got to our house at like 8:00 by which time mom and dad had already found enough things to start a fight. Oyy. My father. Anyhow, so mom stayed home with Evan who had the flu and Jared, and dad and I were off to Webster. Trish had to sleep for two hours since she had worked overnight, so we woke her up from her slumbering (I had watched the Matrix Revolution, dad had watched some God's creation movie about volcanoes or something.) and she got dressed we headed to boston. We left her house at 12:30, and got to my aunt's at like 2:50 or something. So we were there, lala hugs, foods, thanksgiving, whoo, BET, Dad got a haircut, I camera-whored his family, then 'twas (finally) time to go. As we were preparing our departure, I realized with some sadness that this was the second year in a row I hadn't spent thanksgiving with my mother. Pauvre Kris. Last year I was in The Village, but I won't even go there. So we left the house at like...5? And got home at like 6:30 or something by which time I was about to collapse from sheer exhaustion. Trish and Rodney said Hi to mum and the boys, they left, twas over.

( The BLAH part of my thanksgiving. )

And I'm moving out.

"You want to be like your little friends and go to a foster home? You wanna get off on that shit fine. Go. But when you want to crawl your sorry ass back home and they won't let you it's too bad for you."


No more. I told her I can't take living with Evan. I love him. He's my brother. It's not his fault he's fucking insane. But it's not mine either. And everyone tries to act like I'm a horrible big sister for not completely understanding every damn one of his mental problems; as if because he has issues my whole life should be compromised.

But I can't do it anymore. I refuse. And when I try to talk to my mom responsibly about it she shuts off and refuses to talk to me. It's insanity.

She doesn't take me seriously about moving out. *sigh* Aah well. She said
"Find a good place and I'll sign any paper."
BUH
WHY CAN LIFE NOT BE SIMPLE? GRR.



So.
I guess I need to find a place to go for a couple months.

Goodness.

"...Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
'Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God's providence he was catch'd,
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !
A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol' Pope is dead."

Hello my friends and free thinking counterparts. It is the eve of our special day, to those who hold on to November the fifth as a special day.

For those of you who do not know, Guy Fawkes (April 13, 1570 – January 31, 1606), born in York, was an English soldier and member of a group of Roman Catholics who attempted to carry out the Gunpowder Plot on November the Fifth of 1605.

Guy Fawkes' failure is remembered with Guy Fawkes Night on November 5.

Tomorrow, when you relax at home or with your friends, just realize that our daily comforts are only physical- they are all things that could be taken away in a second. We live in a country founded on freedom, yet so often those very freedoms are sacrificed to provide more for those in a position of power. What the powerful don't realize, however, is that true strength is judged by the consistency of one's character, and the values that comprise it.

One push says it all.

We are facing the potential of World War. This one will not end with us standing tall, listening to "patriotic" tools like Toby Keith and flaunting how "proud to be an american" we are. There will be pain.

What makes YOU more proud- being American, or being Human?

...............What does treason TRULY mean?



Just remember that people should not be afraid of their government. The government should be afraid of its people.



AND DON'T FORGET TO CELEBRATE WITHOUT FEAR OF CONSEQUENCE IN THE NAME OF LIFE, LIBERTY, AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS- FOR TOMORROW IS A DAY TO REMEMBER!!!

Evan. The little cunt. He has three bags bulging to the brim with candy, and I have none. Not that I need candy, I just asked for one piece. He tried yet again to control me, saying "You can't get on until you make me the Shepard's pie" and I knew next was "I'll unpluuug yooou"


My fucking sexist mother makes him believe it's ok. Just because I know how to cook/am a girl doesn't mean I should fucking have to make that shithead potatoes.

So, before she goes to bloody nursing school she tells me to make Shepard's pie for the boys -_- and I didn't. Back to me horror tale.

So I tried to grab the bag from evan's hand since he had TWO MORE AND THE BAG WAS FUCKING FULL!!! That was obviously unwise, especially since he had no meds tonight. He pushed me and threw a cup of water on me. See, here's what I did wrong-respond to pyscho boys silly antics. I could've simply dried off, muttered fuck you, and sat in my room in the dark sulking until mom came home. But I did not. I made a vow about a month ago to this shithead that he will control my life no longer. -_-well that was fucking dumb, wasn't it? I push him onto the couch and slap him for pouring water on me, and Jared comes and SHOVES me into a wall. HES 4. He shouldn't be able to do that. It just so happens that there is a VERY LARGE NAIL THERE IN THE FUCKING WALL BEHIND ME. So I fall to the floor in pain, and THEY START KICKING ME WHILE I'M ON THE GROUND!!! I'm just going to repeat this in case you don't get it.

me=on the floor in pain because of the nail that cut my fucking back
them=kicking my fucking ass


So my dad comes down and tells them to stop, and after they don't listen for like 2 minutes he pushes them away from me, asking what happened. 2 mini candy bars had managed to fall during all this shit. So I took them, and go to stand up, and my dad TELLS ME TO GIVE THEM BACK TO EVAN! And then when I don't, evan attacks me a fucking gain.


So. I'm wet, cold, cut, bruised, and pissed.
Moms gonna come home pissed at me I bet, because Evan didn't have meds so it's not his fault.

And then he just told me he'll kick my ass if I don't get Jared his food.


-_-Fuck life, fuck my family, hope they 'asplode


*growwl*
a 12 year old and a 4 year old.

MY BROTHERS.
>=[

Well Halloween was pretty cool, wasn't it?

I came to school with my kitty ears on, even though we're not allowed to wear costumes at Athol High(little rebellious me), and Mr. Chiasson didn't say anything to me, but for the 4 minutes that Sarah had hers on he told her costumes weren't allowed, blahblahblah. It was mildly funny, especially since Sarah kept complaining about it all day, and he never said a word to me. Aah well, sometimes life does not work in your favor.

Anyway, at about 7 I went to Phil's, and we walked to Julianne's to PASS OUT CANDEH! When we got there Shawn was taking Destiny home, and Andrew and Gowey were sitting down with Julianne and her super fun, lime green moon boots. Yay for boots of all kinds. So we sat, threw candy at each other, pulled Shawn's ninja mask off, popped his bubble, and had an Orgy. Twas pretty much the bomb.

Then we ninja'd around and Phil and I watched the rest of Distric 13 (or however you bloody spell it in french) and I went home. So overall my Halloween kicked arse.



Then today Mr. Stone told us that we were having a midterm in science. -_-Apparently I'd forgotten this fact.
Garh, I hope I did good on it. Anyhow.
I went to my first meeting as a Peer Educator today, being all drug and alcohol free. Well, yay me! Heh, twas cool I suppose. I was the only freshman, but twas fine. Then math was...well math and I sat around reading Shakespeare and trying to write poems whilst Ms. King was obscenely loud once again, yelling about virtually nothing. *cringe* her class is like death by pins. Do you know how long it would take to kill someone by just stabbing their body parts randomly with pins? A long bloody time. Unless you stabbed their jugular vein or did that thing Jet Li does in Kiss of the Dragon...anyway that's not my POINT!
Hah.
Twas a long day.
I am tired.
And supposed to be watching the siblings of death, but I think it is more fun to be online.
Safer too.
So then.
:P

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Current Music: Avril Lavigne-My Happy Ending