What...

Hey blog I abandoned.

'sup bro.

Ah, Blogger. The thing everyone abandoned. Except me. Until I gave up. But now I am here again...for no reason. At all. I should be writing Cinni.

Hi people reading this. I'm boring.

I seriously have nothing interesting to talk about.

Happy New Year, darlings.

I love you. All zero of you.

Yep.

-Alice

Ps. Tiny miniskirts.

Pps. There, now this post has a point.

Hell Week: Imminent

It's coming and I want time to stop.

8 AM-12 PM--summer gym

2 PM-friggin' 9 freaking PM (seriously? SERIOUSLY???? Yes.)--boot camp for Marching Band.

Anyone who says that isn't a sport can go jump off a cliff. Or come to our practice.

My only happiness with this is that, hopefully, I'll keep on losing weight, which I desperately need to do...

*sigh* Invisible people...welcome to the saga of Hell Week.

I am dreading it. I wish I could stop time.

Too bad I can't.

I wish band wasn't so dang long. Or if I could march. At all. Of course, I can't. I seriously suck. I would guess that I am one of the worst people there. ...I would kick me off if I could. I'm sure they would. I'm just a liability. That, and I'm mediocre at best of a player.

I'm really sick of being the worst at EVERYTHING. I'm at the back of the class for gym and for Marching Band. It gets irritating. It's the physical activity.

That + out of shape, uncoordinated me = aches and pains and failures.

On the bright side, I did an awesome mile last week. On the downside, I'll never do it again...

Meh.

I'm tired.

Still wishing time would stop and that this week would never start,
-Alice

Yeah, well...

If I had titling ideas, I swear I'd write them.
I swear.
You don't believe me.
Fine then.
Be a jerk, just like my Blogger account that feels the need to connect to my family's stupid Comcast email account. I had to change my password and now I never remember it. It's miracle I'm here.

*sigh*

Okay. Fine. Deep breath.

Ever regret something? I regret my URL. Now it's just gonna make people look at me weird...Fail. It's not even spelled right. Oh well. No one reads this anyways. Unless they're INVISIBLE.
...
Hi invisible people!

AJ: *singing* Deniiiiaaaal....

*glares* Anyways, yeah and such. I've been busy. I managed to finish NaNoWriMo (HUZZAH!). It was a fail, but oh well. You know. That was my goal from the start.

I seriously annoy myself sometimes.

I have stuff to talk about but I'm too lazy. Oh well.

-Alice

Random pictures...

Caption: A miniskirt-obsessed, dog-loving, morally-bankrupt, hydrophobic pyro with a god complex. Need I say more?

That is why we love him.

O.O I never thought of that before. But it's true...O////O

Alone..

More than usual...my Camp-No Novel freakin' sucks...I hate it...I have a sort of plan, but that really didn't help much...maybe it's just this chapter...who know?

Reading City of Lost Souls...sadly...it goes something like this:

Clary getting bitten by a snake thing...? Oh...darn... *flips a few pages forward* Ooh Simon! *skips over Clary-Jace-Sebastian part* *a little while later* *stuck in a Jordan-Maia part* Uuuuggh...*flips ahead to find Simon-Magnus-Alec-Isabelle* Craaaaap...five more pages.... *keeps reading*

*sigh* Also, Magnus, even, is starting to break down. We know that means trouble if HE'S breaking down...he's also stuck in Dangerously Sarcastic Mode. Which is never good...I always forget how young he is....I should be writing...

Meeeeeh,
-Alice

This is Michael Buckley. He has something to say.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

I have this posted on my profile on Fictionpress. This is a topic I feel really strongly about, and I know is a really hot debate now, especially with the presidential elections coming up.

I don't understand why people are so worked up about this...? I mean, I guess because it's in the Bible.

Fine. I'm a Lutheran. You know what else is in the Bible, in that same section?

Well, you're saying, you're gay and you go to hell (like it's a choice, but just roll with me, haters).

Have you ever eaten shrimp? Shellfish?

Whoops. I guess you are too.

Times have changed, people. I think it's time we get over ourselves and keep our noses out of other people's business.

I could list statistics. I could say a lot. I just want an honest answer, no hater crap. Why the heck do you think that this is so wrong? What business is it of yours? Is it...disrupting you? Your life? No. It's THEIR choice. I guess we'll see when we die, but until then, live your own life instead of others' and you'll be LOT happier.

I just don't get it.

It makes me sad and it makes me heart hurt. The man in the video above is wonderful and has a lot to say. Love is love. It's not a choice. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I will fight this battle.

Land of the free? We know that's not true. Look at the wars, the deaths, the racism, everything. I'm not gonna go hating on heterosexuals because it's not my place to say stuff about how divorce rates are higher and so on, because I am one of them. *shrugs* So, you know, I won't.

I could say a lot.

But, I, like Ghandi, opt for silence.

I won't say anything more on this subject.

I wish more people could see this, not that they would care at all.

Please stop the hate,
-Just another girl living in America and wishing she could change it

Ps. And no. I don't care what people say about me, if you haven't noticed. Haters gonna hate. I post this with all seriousness because I feel strongly about it. I could do the same for racism. Maybe I will.
Just some thoughts...

YES!

I AM DONE WITH MY STUPID WEEK-TO-DO-A-GIANT-RESEARCH-PERSUASIVE-POWERPOINT-PRESENTATION-PROJECT ON POWER AND LEADERSHIP!!!
YES. THANK YOU GOD!
IT'S OVER!
Now, all I have to worry about is the science unit test next week, whatever the stupid band meeting is tomorrow, the presentation, the math final that will count on my high school GPA, packing for D.C. and so on too!
I fainted today! Aren't you so happy, nobody reading this? I fear everyone is ignoring me or too busy to look at this anymore...
Oh, I drew a pic of Tori! Cami, if you read this, wanna see it?
I think I'm getting better at drawing...I don't really like her face still, but it's getting better I think. I really like her epic boots, though.
I was wondering for a while where Ed's epic boots went, then I realized that he and Ling ate them...*sigh* I miss those boots. They were epic...*pouts*
Anyways, since I'm rambling for nothing as I've been being ignored here (understandable) and in my writing (slightly irritating, but it really wasn't all that great of a chapter, a, and b, Cami doesn't actually read my stuff, do you Cami? I was under the impression you got busy and stopped about half way through it all...this is what I get for writing intimidatingly long chappies....)
Eh, well...
^^
Toodles,
-Alice