So, today I was walking home from school and a guy who's been bullying me lately ran up infront of me with one of his buddies and was yelling "Squirtle! Squirtle!" at me. (he obviously heard me singing the Pokemon theme song with my friends)

I was sick and tired of him always bothering me, so I tried to kick the little bastard in the shins, but the retard tried to duck and I accidentally kicked him in the gonads instead.

He yelped like a hurt puppy, held his you-know-what like any guy who'd just been kicked there would, and fell to the ground moaning in pain. Yeah, I'm a bitch, but you know what? He had it coming. I leaned over him a bit to see if he'd hit his head on the cement or anything, which luckily he hadn't, and said sorry.

I told him I didn't mean to kick him where I did, but that I still hoped he'd learned his lesson. He just yelled at me to get away, which I can understand and did, and his friend started laughing like there was no tomarrow. As I walked away, he got up and started complaining about how his "baby-makers" have been hurt and that "it's dangerous piss off emos".

This all happened in a public place. And by public, I mean at an intersection beside a big park. Yeah. And my dad saw it, too. But he didn't react the way I thought he would... My dad pulled up beside me to give me a ride the rest of the way home and told me, and I quote, "If any one ever tries to touch you when you tell them not to or tries to hurt you, I want you to kick them just like that. Because if they do that and you don't give them permission, it's considered assult and you can legally hit them in personal defence." Yeah. My dad is so nice for not grounding me the rest of eternity. <3

So all in all, I feel bad for kicking that jerk in the jewls, but he sure as Hell deserved it.

Woot! So, I just had a cinnimon chai latte and I'm having fun! I'm not so thrilled about wearing heels and a pencil skirt, but I can live with it.

So, any ways, I'm part of the IPC (International Press Corps) or, as Richard (the guy in charge of the group) likes to say: an Official Shit Disturber! I was the first one in my group to post an article on our website, please go look! http://viumunipc.blogspot.com/
It should be at the top of the page; Richard posted a sort of introductory/welcoming article first, so that's at the bottem of the page.

So if you visit the IPC website for the MUN (http://viumunipc.blogspot.com/) regularly, you can stay up-to-date on what's happening here aside from what ever random shit I might babble on about~!

I MISS YOU ALL! <3

It still sucks. I mean, school is better now; me and my ex have finally come to terms, I'm in the Marine Biology course that I've had my eyes on since the beginning of last year, I'm getting along with my teachers, I finally have time to do my model UN work, and I'm doing really well in my classes.
It life that's got me down. I doodled on my arm for the first time in nearly two months and my mother gave me an hour-long lecture, I haven't gained back any of that weight that I lost a while ago, I'm super stressed and anxious and I don't know why, my father hasn't been called into work for just over a week, so we won't be able to pay the bills if that continues, he's also dumped all of the parenting responsibilities onto me, and just AUGH!

I am so depressed and shit; hell, I'm even skipping Gym to write this 'cause I simply don't give a fuck any more. I'm tired of people making me do THEIR work, I'm tired of them bothering me about how I LOOK, I'm tired of being pushed around by people and listening to them talk me down like I'm WORTHLESS, and I'm tired of simply being ALIVE! I'm not going to off myself or anything, but I just want it all to stop! I'm 14, I can't raise my siblings when I'm at my father's house! I know every one else has their own shit to deal with, but they could at least stop taking it out on me. I almost wish I was invisible to the world and my family again; just for a little bit so life can be just that much easier.

Now excuse me, I have to try and avoid getting caught by the teachers.

Is Cheshire's plan confusing to you? Well, here's his plan in some detail:

Main Idea: Cheshire is trying to protect his older sister, Alice, from a group called White Rabbit.

EDITED Alice: Cheshire killed Alice while she was pregnant when he was about 10 or 11. Since Alice was born in Wonderland (they left Wonderland after Alice murdered their mother), she's very hard to kill. Although, since she was murdered by another Wonderlander, she did die; Cheshire used some of his Main Character powers to only semi-kill her in a way, though. You see, Alice's physical body died, but her spirit returned to Wonderland where she is slowly being 'healed'. Wonderland has the ability to heal any wounds inflicted on its natives outside of Wonderland, so, over time, it will create a physical being of Alice; a clone if you will.
Alice is an important part of White Rabbit's plan to mutate Earth into a second Wonderland since theirs' is dying. Alice, despite being born and raised in Wonderland, carries none of their magical abilities but all of their natural traits (i.e. drinking blood for nutrients, instinctual fight response, speed, and a stronger immune system); making her a high-bred. There is only one other high-bred known to White Rabbit and Cheshire: Passion, but he doesn't seem to be of significant impotance to White Rabbit. Alice is, according to Cheshire, in a state of frozen sleep in Wonderland and hidden from White Rabbit somewhere in the heart of Wonderland's forest. Cheshire plans on bringing his sister back when White Rabbit is defeated.

White Rabbit: White Rabbit is a collective group of Wonderlanders, but they work in union so they're referred to as an individual. They do not have a defined leader, their HQs location is unknown, and they have many ordinary furries who they have tricked working on their side. Cheshire is hoping to slowly pull White Rabbit's organization apart by selectively killing off some of these workers who's roles range any where from translators to assasins to spies and such. The rumor is that the one who created White Rabbit is Cheshire's own father, but he has not been able to prove that.
Wonderland is slowly dieing in many ways; the monthly birth-rate is close to 0, there are many groups in Wonderland that are at war with eachother (Red Queen, White Queen, Rebles, Cheshians, Cards, Nightmares, Mad Teas, and White Rabbit are a few), the land itself is in the middle of a natural process of death, and the likes. To counter this and in a desperate attempt to keep Wonderlantic blood alive and un-tainted, White Rabbit is trying to turn an unknown amount of Earth into a second Wonderland; the process would be long and inevitably kill a good majority of all involved. To do this, White Rabbit needs to sacrifice Alice as she's fairly well like the heart of Wonderland (you've all read the story or watched the movies or something; you know how she's important). By sacrificing Alice, White Rabbit will have a chance to make Wonderland be 'reborn'.
What White Rabbit has over looked is that Wonderland will go through a simular prossess as the Ice Age; there would be enough survivors to repopulate Wonderland.

The eye of Main Characters: Children in Wonderland born with this eye are destined to become main characters, though it's sort of rare. When these people destined to become Main Characters have yet to obtain the title, they are called Sub Characters; they often wear an eye patch of sorts over the eye with the simbol of a Wonderlander: a black heart.
Sub Characters are often part of the Royal Cards. The rule in these families is that they are no longer allowed to have children while one of their offspring has the eye. In the case of twins/triplets/ect, the siblings will one day have to fight eachother to the death to ensure that only one will be able to pass on the gene.
A Sub Character becomes a Main Character when the Main Character of their Royal Card dies or is no longer able to participate in battle.
Sub Characters and Main Characters all have increased magical abilities and are the only ones known to be able to controle the Nightmares; the Bandersnatch, Jabjab Bird, and Jabberwocky.



Terms to Identify People: Oysters are people of little to no signifigance in his or White Rabbit's plans;
people Cheshire refer to as Mad Hatter are people that have potentional to become involved in his plan;
'Mr. Catterpillar' is Passion's nickname since he's of use to Cheshire in achieving his goal;
the Bandersnatch, Jabjab, and Jabberwocky are Wonderlantic beings that harness all of the magic land's power and will ultimately become involved in Cheshire and White Rabbit's plans;
Singing Flowers are people who work for White Rabbit;
Main Characters are the heads of the the Royal Cards;
Royal Cards are royal families;
Nightmares are the most powerful creatures in Wonderland;
the Cast are people involved in the plan, even if they're not working on Cheshire's side.

When I came home last night my mom noticed that I had drawings on my arms again and gave me a big long lecture..
It started off about her concerns as to why I draw on myself, then to my grades (which are really bad right now, btw), then to what I think of the teachers, then the never-left-out subject of how I'm not 'living up to my potential', and it ended with my social status (which is pretty bad, too).

so, lesse here; she didn't believe be when I told her I just like to draw on my arms, so that means my own mother doesn't trust me. She said I should start taking my riddlin again if my grades are bad, which means she doesn't think I'm capable of doing well on my own. She says the teachers think highly of me, even though she's never even seen one of them never mind spoken to them, so that means my own mother feels like she has to lie to me. And she pretty much made me feel like dog shit talking about how 'she knows I can do better' and 'i'm just not trying' and the most popular make-her-feel-bad line: "Sometime I wonder if you simply don't care". Oh, and there's the fact that she refused to drop the subject of how, aside from my close friends, my friends just drift in and out of my life and every one else in the school thinks I'm about to off myself any day now. WTFH mom!

Yeah, thanks mom; you're the only one in the family that doesn't forget me and now you go and give me a lecture that could rival Terri's!! (note that terri is my dad's girlfriend and she's a perfectionist; she's made me cry about getting more B's than A's before.... several times.)

So now not only does my sister think I'm a hateful bitch, my brother try to physically injure me every chance he gets, my step-mom think that I'm ruining the whole family's life, my step-father and father forget about me, every one else in the family hardly aware I exist, and the rumors about me being suicidal and satanic still spreading through the whole school, but my MOTHER, the one person I could always count on to make me feel better and my best friend, just made me re-live every last tiny detail of ALL OF THAT SHIT in one night.

Wow, I must really suck for people to hate me that much.
Well, fuck them. They'd probably all be happy if I died, but there's no chance in Hell I'm going to let them have that satisfaction.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to ingest so much caffine that I won't be able to sleep for a month.

Inspired by my life. Fuck. It. All.

Nibbler sat on the brown fabric couch of her living room, legs tucked up onto the cushion. The girl, though she didn't want to be, was wearing a green head band hat had fake red felt antlers; she sat, watching the fight before her.

It had all started the same way a normal Christmas did every year in her five-person family: decorating a shitty fake tree with even shittier home-made decorations. The girl had attempted to play Christmas music on her iPod, but every single time that she started to have fun, her two younger siblings would start fighting. In the end, her siblings had fought, her mother had decorated the tree, and her step-father had retreated to the garage to listen to heavey medal music. Of course, that only escalated into every one screaming and fighting while the cat-girl sat silently on he couch. How strange; they didn't noice her at all or even mention her. She was totally invisible. (and then starting here is where it's all creativity; but every thing before this point actually happened.) Threats and curses were exchanged over he next hour, Nibbler's attempts at comforting her family were ignored as though she wasn't even there, and every one went to sulk in their rooms. Every one, but the forgotten 14 year old girl.

It had taken her a moment to process every thing, but soon enough tears were streaming down her cheeks as she screamed and tore the sparkling red bow out of her hair. Unnoticed again. An emotional break-down later, Nibbler threw her bow to the ground for her cats to play with and made her way to the kitchen...

LATER

The dark-brown female furry flopped back into her pillows and blankets, hugging her giant Teddy-bear stuffy, Kumajirou, to her chest as she threw the knife across her room. It was 10pm now, 3 hours after the fight and she was still invisible to her family. Sniffling back more tears, Nibbler rolled onto her her side and licked the bloody cuts in her palm. No one noticed the knife missing from the kitchen, or how ice-cold the downstairs was, or her calls of "Good night", or he bloody trail leading to her room, OR how her eyes were red from crying. No one noticed anything hat had to do with the emotionally-unstable girl that they had all known and loved. Yes. Known and loved, passtense, because if they still knew and loved her, they would have noticed her. And her bow. And her tears. And her blood.

(true part) Pulling out her iPod, Nibbler went onto FA and started typing a PM to her American mate, whom she had kept a seceret from her family and friends for fear of them rejecting her; not that he family would notice if she told them now. Content with her message she pressed 'send' and turned of the electronic device. He was the only one she could ask the questions that she just had; not even Kat had the level of love that it took to answer them.

(creativity part) Her palm no longer shown signs of bleeding, Nibbler let sleep take control and closed her eyes. But her dreams would become nightmares of death, isolation, and being forgotten; as they always had and would be.

Merry fucking Christmas...

(venting? Subconciously asking for help? Being an easily-hated emo bitch? I dunno; all I know is bat I feel a little better after writing and sharing this.)

Yes, this is one of those 'omgijustrealisedhowthemediahasmaniplatedwomen!' moments...

I found a magazine on a counter in my kitchen (it was Maclean's or something like that I think) and decided to read it since the front said 'Outraged moms, trashy daughters'. So I skimmed through it until I found the pages about what had previously drawn my attention. 3 pages about how sexualised media directed toward women and girls is now. I was already aware of how more and more girls were dressing sluttier and thinking sex and the like are what makes them populare, blah blah blah you know about that crap, too; but what really bothered me was realising how, despite every thing we've gone through, the female gender is slowly falling back into the controle of men! I know not all guys are horny jackasses, but I mean come on, do most girls want to fit in so badly that they think being a sex object is a way of being powerful?! Thank god for shows like CSI and Coldcase, where the female characters are strong and powerful with out all this sex-based crap, otherwise I don't know what'd I do with myself. Why can't women just feel good about being themselves; smart, pretty, and able to controle their lives with out a man to say what they can and can't do?! It makes me angery. I hate today's media. >:(

That's my rant. Enjoy agreeing or disagreeing to whatever extent your minds can handle.

Incase you ever wonder who the fuck I'm talking about...

N. Italy - Feliciano Vargas
Germany - Ludwig
Japan - Honda Kiku
America- Alfred F. Jones
England - Arthur Kirkland
France - Francis Bonnefoy
China - Yao Wang
Russia - Ivan Braginski
Spain - Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
S. Italy - Lovino Vargas (Otherwise known as Romano)
Hungary - Elizaveta Héderváry
Austria - Roderich Edelstein
Prussia - Gilbert Weillschmidt
Lithuania - Toris Lorinaitis
Poland - Feliks Łukasiewicz
Latvia - Raivis Galante
Estonia - Eduard Von Bock
Belarus - Natalia Alfroskaya
Switzerland - Vash Zwingli
Finland - Tino Väinämöinen
Sweden - Berwald Oxenstierna
Turkey - Sadiq Annan
Greece - Heracles Karpusi
Egypt - Gupta Muhammad Hassan
Canada - Matthew Williams
Korea - Im Yong Soo
Sealand - Peter Kirkland

Me and went tubing down a river with three friends, Trissana, Jessica, and Collin, in a sense. You see, there was an island that split the river off into two and we didn't know which way to go. Collin was pointing on way (we couldn't here eachother over the rapids), but they went another. So me and ended up stranded on the island from the plug in our tube popping open and filling with water. And as the cruelty of fate and the god of some reliion's boredom, we lost the tube after I finally blew it up again. We wandered around the island to make sure it was actually that, while I was hyperventilating and crying and was in shock. After I found a pink jumprope, we sat on a clump of dirt and rocks in the middle of the calmest part of the river and out in the open, singing and sharing riddles for an hour. There was a noise and a Bluejay flew by, so told me that she once heard Bluejays were good luck. And about 5 minutes later, a tall, chubby, grew-up-on-a-farm-and-live-in-the-woods fellow Canadian came to save us. He swam through the rapids and brought to the shore then did the same with me. I managed to get him to tell us his name. So, I'll never be able to forget Howard. The Search-and-Rescue and police came, asked as questions, then finally drove us home.

The whole point of me sharing this is not only because it was a terrifying and extreme experience, but also as a sort of a way to say thanks to Howard who was the only person who did the real saving. Thanks to Howard and all the other unsung heros of this world!

Ah ha ha ha! I love this song!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEz6OaUaP7Y