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]]> ~possiblesideeffex http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/27269035/ http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/27269035/ Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:40:57 PDT
i will miss you ben davis and breanne hulsizer. rest in peace. i'll see you later. don't worry, we'll take care of your family for you. you guys really never knew how much i appreciated you being there. breanne, during band; and ben, every morning. i thought of you two in a way that i wouldn't be able to be put into words without becoming closer than i am to you but i figure you should just know that i won't ever forget you, and will always think fondly of you. you guys are together again and that's all that matters. y'know, i didn't know that last day you guys came in to watch us practice would be your goodbye. i said hello, see you later. well, now it's much later. but i can't wait for that day. i'm gonna miss you guys. again, rest in peace.

after letting that out... this week has been so busy with visitations and funerals, and teachers have been ruthless [probably just seeming that way because all of this added stress.] have a few projects to finish. my friend got sick so i have to finish the entire project [a skit.] and memorize both parts to present to class tomorrow. agh. got the flu bug today too. this weekend is going to be tough. got a competition on saturday along with the funeral, tomorrow i've got the visitation along with WWII prop-making for our video, and shopping for said props. i hope nobody notices i'm sick. hopefully sleep will come heavy tonight. i need a good night.

since nobody reads the little rant thingies most of the time, i feel safe letting it out on here since -gets all grr again- my parents won't listen, and want to ground me 'because i know what i did.' when i really don't know at all what i did. ... but yeah. if someone does read this, well... hello there.

]]> ~possiblesideeffex http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/26862290/ http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/26862290/ Thu, 27 Aug 2009 17:57:59 PDT
mostly for the good. i'm vice president of the french national honor society, i teach a couple of kids at another school after my classes, i will be stage manager for both the play and the musical, i'm pretty sure i've found my soul mate [won't go into detail, i like to keep thoughts to myself incase someone reads and thinks 'god that's so not right' we all have our opinions.], i'm becoming more responsible and on top of things, i am a committee member of our yearbook and have already designed the cover page, drawn by hand and cleaned, i am in advanced placement studio art [woo i get college credits and a start on a portfolio for this], i'm around my friends more, i'm making new friends, i feel awesome when i'm around other people, awesome about my self and my personality. nothing needs to change.

that being said, life is good. now i'm stuck. what do i do. i'll continue everything until it's done, things will replace them, but right now i'm stuck. what if i get too stressed, or feel so awesome all the time that bad days will make me a whine-a55. every time i go to bed i feel like crying. EVERY day. but i can't cry. i make the face, feel the chokey feeling - no tears, the dip in my heart goes away, until i stop making the face. then it comes back. i can't let anything out, whatever 'anything' is.

my back is screwed up. my spine is so out of place that when i breath it pops loudly every time. i can't move it without making a squeaking noise with my throat, and people think i'm complaining sometimes. my ... well. that girly thing that happens every month, is not normal. pain medication does not help at all, and i can't go to school even if i AM stressed and nothing happens. the doubling over backwrenching knee-giving pain is still there. other things too but i won't get into detail. i've started to develop carpal tunnel. i wear hand braces from time to time now. it hurts like hell, and for that intense pain, i can't even grip or flex the muscles to relieve it.

this turned into a rant. but nobody talks to me like this. there's no time. i've made time for naps and health rest [except for bones, etc] but no mental rest. the mind is strong. i've never pushed it to where i had a mental breakdown. well... not schoolwise anyway. i hope mom is okay. her sickness is gonna go back 30 years the doctors said, so by the time she gets back she may have to go to the hospital. god that was a stupid decision, to visit her family. she should have done what she told me she would do - disagree to go.

maybe i'm saying all of this because it's what i tell my mom from day to day. i start to tell dad and he goes on in his business-i'm-going-to-sell-you-this-great-product voice. then he says, 'so how was your day? by the way want to see how i painted the garage?' of course i compliment him. i tell him everything i've done [written up there ^] and he gets angry. he says i can't do it, and that i'm not motivated enough. that i need to drop some things and that i need to do more housework because 'this month is going to be busy and i can't clean the house so you'll have to. i'm sorry sarah.' he said sorry but... god the stress is killing me.

my insides feel like decaying rotten... brussel sprouts. i want to have a mental breakdown, or an anxiety attack, or something, just to let all this stress and energy out. i tried relaxing. it didn't work. i feel so angry all the time on the inside. my brain is constantly alert and on fire for people. they look up to me now. it's an awesome change, and it helps me a lot with responsibility, so that's a plus. right now, maybe just this hour, maybe the rest of this week, i'll have to catch up. i need to set things straight. petty things, yeah, but they have to be done otherwise i'm 'dead.'

i keep having dreams about dying in a car crash. it's stupid. now i'm afraid to drive. haha. no i haven't watched any movies lately, and i never watch television. or play video games. sooo... i dunno. it's always in the same spot. about halfway to 3-sisters park in that dip/bumpy area. a car veers off the other side of the road, across the median, rams into me into that electrical pole, crush bam die. i don't wake instantly. i feel everything. i wish i woke instantly.

i gotta get used to this balance. other things have improved, as much as things i'm used to have dropped or gone bad.




i feel better now.

]]> ~possiblesideeffex http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/25963549/ http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/25963549/ Wed, 15 Jul 2009 12:24:51 PDT
"The government decided that we didn't need our right foot. They thought it showed a sign of equality in the world, so everybody in the world HAD to have their right foot ground off in a pencil-sharpener-like device. It was now illegal to not have your right foot ground off in this pencil sharpener thing. Well the next day at school, they had an assembly. I could NOT find a place to sit. Everyone crowded around me. Invisible people. I felt the crowd, but I couldn't see anybody. Finally people started becoming see-able, and i tried finding people I knew. I knew a lot of people, but they didn't know me. Then, I saw my dog, Spot, over in the corner under one of the bleachers of the gym where the assembly was being held. Someone was watching him, until I came over. I had mardi gras beads around my neck, and Spot didn't want to stay by my side. He kept limping around, acting uninterested. [In real life, he doesn't limp. And he is ecstatic when in a crowd. He was really old in this dream, apparently.] I took my mardi gras beads and tied him to it, to hold him still. While this was happening, the administrator of our school started calling names, one by one, to have their foot ground off in the pencil sharpener thing, infront of the entire school. Someone was causing commotion in the corner. When I went to see what it was, they were all planning to throw their right shoes at all the police and administrators, to protest. I nodded in agreement. We got our shoes ready and sat down. We thought, 1:00, we'll all do it. My name was called. It was 12:30. I wasn't going to make it. I got up and went over to the pencil-sharpener thing. They all looked at me with this evil look.

Then, I shouted, "No!" and i turned, and ran as fast as I could out of that dang gym. I was immediately outside with cheering people running after me. They disappeared, and the cops showed themselves. They were speeding along in their cars and on their motorcycles and horses, while me and a guy were running down the road. We had a huge adrenaline rush and ran faster than the cars, then i shouted, "Go to that farm!" I jumped in the ditch and ran out into the open, empty corn fields. He followed me. There were huge puddles everywhere, and I tried dodging them to keep up speed. Then before we knew it, we were surrounded by huge barns. HUGE barns, seriously. Skyscraper barns. We looked in one. HUGE, human-sized feathers, everywhere. A chicken fell. We spooked it and it ran away. It was a fricken' monster chicken. Then, we looked in another barn. Police were running this time, after us. We hid just in enough time, to find a barn for cats. Cats without legs. Or tails. Their bodies were just hair. And they flew around. I hopped on a white one, he hopped on a black one, and we couldn't figure out how to make them go. The police were now reaching up for us, right under us. I said, 'SCRATCH IT.' so I scratched and smacked the cats' head, and I was off. He disappeared, him and his black cat. So I flew away, going back to the school to retrieve Spot. I flew inside, forgot my mission to save my dog, and had to sneak around. There was chaos with students, police officers, and teachers. The gym was completely empty, and the halls were flooded. Nobody seemed to question me and my flying cat. I flew over their heads, dodging reaching police and teacher hands, into a safe stairwell, filled with students. They said, 'Go up. There are teachers down there.' So I went up the winding, tight-fitting staircase, until I popped out of a chimney.

I was so glad to be out of there that I flew away, all the way home. I flew in my window, and my room was the guy's room i was with before. I was happy to be there. There were paper-dolls and paper-animals and paper-monsters cut out and glued all over the walls, and i walked over to a venus-fly-trap cutout and talked to it. I told it of my adventure. It turned out to be the guy who I escaped with. He got really mad for me leaving him behind, and tried to eat me. He grew, and I hid in the closet. The police ran in the room just then, and found him, and captured him. As I walked out of the closet..."



I woke up just then. Anyway, I'm thinking if I keep having dreams like these worth writing down, I could make a twisted way of artwork and put these words into visuals. I think it'd be fun, like a hobby or something.

]]> ~possiblesideeffex http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/25298427/ http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/25298427/ Sat, 13 Jun 2009 20:54:20 PDT A dainty princess crouched to lay
Upon her sunny summer sheets,
The ugly sound she heard,
Through her head, “Those horrid bleats!”
Her bluer than blue eyes shot up,
In the dragons claw – a beautiful, sparkling cup!
A cup adorned in the bluest blues,
Of jewels and bedazzled hues.
The contents of the cup were instantly gone,
To be splashed upon the face of the tortured swan.
Her eyes were burning,
Tightly shut.
The world had left her…
Well… somewhat.
Faraway, in a distant land,
On a distant hill,
And on distant sand,
A noble spirit had awakened for his fateful will.
His body shot up from his endless sleep,
The Prince of England had been upswept!
As he walked down the velvet hall,
People stared in wide-eyed test,
As the leader who once slept for days
Was woken by his Princess’ distress.
Back to the Princess,
Oh poor she be,
Spotted a mirror,
“Oh how ugly!”
She thought, with palms to her face,
Crying and weeping,
Tears drowning her gaze.
“That fretful, fearful, feral dragon!
He’s taken my beauty!
My only way to prove my duty!
As a Princess, I will never be crowned,
For I fear in the years to come,
I’ll never be found!
I’ll flee this place,
Hide my face,
To keep from looks of horrid disgrace!”
The dragon had left,
Her future had flown,
All because of a cup filled with poison,
Disguised by beautiful gaudy stone.
Nearby the Prince had come to rescue
The distraught Princess who tried to flee,
Her problems and beauty will be left behind,
In the castle’s tower’s memory’s mind.
“How foolish I have been,”
She thought,
“That I could be a beauty,”
She thought,
“And how could I be so selfish,”
She thought,
“That I could be happy with just that?!”
Before she gave in to her reflection,
Up the stairs the booted Prince came,
Running for his heart’s desire,
To protect the Princess’ frightened flame.
Without a word, he fell to his knee,
And pledged to the Princess
Her undying beauty.
“Your cheeks, your eyes,
Your hair, your dress!
Why are you in such distress?
Your beautiful eyes deceive your secrets,
Now tell me, who has troubled you so?”
She realized that she had been vain,
And without that beauty she suffered pain,
She saw herself as ugly,
But to others she was plain,
With her will to be so vain, so very vain.
The Princess told him everything,
To leave the dragon be,
The Prince looked upon her confused,
And the Princess laughed and was amused.
“Come, we must have a feast,
For this day of days is to say the least,
Done and done, and over with!”
And that was the beautiful Princess’ beautiful tale,
A beautiful story, started by a beautiful grail.

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I lahv you.

The end!

]]> ~possiblesideeffex http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/19498138/ http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/19498138/ Sun, 20 Jul 2008 10:44:49 PDT
Me, my Mom, Aunt, 3 Nephews, and Grandma went to Disney Land. Well it was tiny. When went to go inside, Willy Wonka came to greet us. He said, "Hello! Welcome to my Palace! Why don't I give you a tour?" So of course we were excited. But he disappeared so we just looked around. Cinderella was in a corner in the entrance drinking beer and trying to sing. Underneath Sylvester's costume was actually a girl. She was twirling around on her toes singing in this girly voice. But I got to hug him/her. >_> And mom saw these cool rides, and we were going to go on them, but it turned out the Disney Land we went to was the wrong one. It had no rides, just... 'attractions' as they called it. So we went back to the entrance and this giant killer Snapple bottle with gears and claws started like, demolishing everything and we were scared to death. So Willy Wonka came back and he was like, "Want your picture taken? Follow me!" So he ran in this door and we followed him up these stairs. They went forever. We kept going up and up, until the stairs started getting worn down and they were just slants. So we were climbing up these slants until we came to this room where on a huge screen Bambi was playing. He told us to stand infront of it, so we did, and he took our picture. Then he said, "Okay, you can go down now." So we climbed all the way down, panting, and went back to the car. There were these truckers FLYING into the parking lot. They had the word "Static" in flames on the side of them, and they didnt' care where they flew in the parking lot. When we got in our car it was heading straight for us, so we were screaming, getting out of the car, running away, and it completely crushed our car. Then it drove into a parking lot and parked. There were like, 4 or 5 of them, and we were scared to death by that time. But the frightening part isn't over. This GIANT girl. She was just a toddler, couldn't really walk that well yet, sitting in the middle of the parking lot. her feet was as big as one of the semi trucks. So she was playing with all the cars, and she got mad, and started smashing everything. Then she was crying, and she started to crawl towards us, so we were running away. Mind you, this was someone elses car we got into, my Grandma's or something. So by that time we wanted to get out of there as fast as we could. Snapple Bottles, Drunk Cinderellas, Girl Sylvesters, Giant toddlers, Flying semi trucks, Willy Wonka was all too much for us. But first Grandma and my Aunt had to go to the bathroom. So we were sitting in fear in this red mini van, waiting for them. They took FOREVER and we were scared to death that the flying Static trucks would come at us. So when Aunt and Grandma came back they decided it was time to eat. They said, "Oh, let's eat McDonalds. I'm hungry." It took forever to get our orders while we were waiting in fear, and then they went off to get it. When they came back, they wouldn't drive away until we were DONE EATING. So we ate really fast, except for Grandma and Aunt who saw nothing wrong with a giant toddler smashing cars and snapple bottle destroying fountains. So when we finally got done eating we started to drive away, but one of our Nephews got out of the car and got killed by one of the flying semi's. So we were all really sad, but this man came back to Joymore Wow!more Angermore Sadnessmore Fearmore Neutralour car with the nephew saying "Don't worry, she just broke her leg." So she was all crying while we sped away.

The end.

I hope you enjoyed that.

]]> ~possiblesideeffex http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/18149349/ http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/18149349/ Sat, 03 May 2008 13:17:27 PDT
People:
Stephanie
Erin A. - Birthday girl.
Erin D. - Not a girl, Erin A.'s friend.
Liz
Rebecca - Squishy
Erin A.'s Mom/Dad
Whats-Her-Face - Erin A.'s Sister

Yesterday, I went to my friend Erin's house for her Birthday. When I arrived, Stephanie, Erin D., and Erin A. were there watching this weird Joe Cartoon thing.. where the guy bashes his head and says weird things. Then we watched Potter Puppet Pals - The Mysterious Ticking Noise Backwards, Sped up, Extra sped up, and the regular. It was great lulz. Then we all went on playlist.com to find sweet awesome music. I didn't know half the bands, so I was glad to find tons of people who I just now love, thanks to Stephanie. Then Rebecca showed up, just standing there all awkward like, "Hey guiz. im here. o_O" because our music was insanely loud. So I layed down on the piano chair and we heard a car door, Liz showed up. So then we all kinda just talked, walked around, then we went outside to the swingset and slide by her church [She lives right next to it, her house is on a hill so we ran down it until we ran into the swings] and just talked for a bit, messing around. Then we had to watch the ground because stupid Erin D. kept spitting his tobacco everywhere. It was gross so we threw our flipflops at him. Then we got bored, and kinda split up a bit, walking in our own seperate groups and talking. Then we went inside and Erin D. went to get his PS2 and GH2. So we hooked it up. It wouldn't play, so he had to beat the shit out of it. Then it kept skipping so Squishy had to beat it up. Then since it started working, we decided it was sexist. Then Erin D. had Stephanie try this... weird power drink. It had alcohal though so I didn't have any... but still. It smelled good, just... blah. So me and Squishy were the only ones who didn't try it, incase Erin D. decided to try and seduce me, because Squishy can beat the hell out of him. <3

So... then we went outside again, by now it's about 9:00 and it's dark, so the cars on the highway are like, slowing down to see if we're hobos trying to break in the church. Hehe, it was funny. Then I walked around the church with Rebecca and we talked and stuff about random things, it was nice because it seemed like we both needed it. Then we went to the swings and talked until 10:00. Next, Stephanie came over to us and started pushing us around on the swings, and she took this volleyball. So we went over to the basketball court to play, messing around. Then Stephanie walked over to climb on the huge concrete slab that separates the cliff from the road, so I went up too. There were bushes like, everywhere so we had to hang onto them and not fall on the cars in the parking lot, lol. Then Erin A. called out at us, telling us her Mom got mad at Whats-her-face, for whatever reason. So we jumped on the dirt pile and walked back. On the way we talked about stuff more, and when we got in we decided to give Erin A. her cake. Erin D. dissappeared because he wanted to deliver SOMETHING to his friend, or whatever. I had a piece of pizza, but was too full for cake, so I just sang with them. She opened her presents and stuff, and Stephanie gave her a politically correct horse. [if you know what i mean ;D] and I got her Frerre Roche? Or something.. chocolate. Those golden balls. And... a save-the-world T-shirt that says "I'm too hOt" [The O is the globe on it]

Then we went downstairs and watched The Hills have Eyes 2, but it got really boring after 10 minutes or so, so we just plugged in 1408. It was interesting, making fun of it, Erin A. and Erin D. snuggling on the couch [hehe]. And when that was over Stephanie wanted to play GH2 again. By now it's about 1:30. So I played a bit, and then layed down without COMFIES so I had to change, and come back downstairs. Rebecca told me I could fall asleep so that nobody would try anything funny, she would watch my back. I was glad, so I passed out on the couch at about 2:35-ish.

[From here on out is what I've heard, while I was asleep]

I guess Steph, and ErinD./A. got kind of drunk off of those 'energy drinks' so they cleaned them up. Whats-her-face fell down the stairs, and crawled the rest of the way to her bedroom, Erin D. left at 4:10 after him and Erin A. watched Elf. Which is kind of like... wtf, but okay. Lol.

Then I woke up at 7:00-ish from some weird noise, and saw Steph so I pretended like I was asleep, and actually did pass out again. Woke up at about 8:30, we played more GH2 and I got my stuff ready to go at around 10:30 AFTER eating 4 cinnamon rolls. They were like... the size of a Vitamin Water cap, so they weren't that big. The reason I said... ]]> ~possiblesideeffex http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/17995557/ http://possiblesideeffex.deviantart.com/journal/17995557/ Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:22:13 PDT
Sarah shoved through the crowd of people, reaching for the lock on her locker. Glancing to the side, she head her locker friend Harley say, "Shit, I have a lot of stuff. Oh well. I'm not cleaning it." With that, he slammed it shut and was off on his merry adventures, in the meantime papers are sliding out from under his half-filled locker. I shook my head and grabbed the phone, to call my Dad. To my despair, I found I had too many books to take home - they wouldn't fit in my bookbag. "Hello?" I heard on the other line, a ticked but familiar voice. "Hi Dad." I said, a bit worried by his tone. Before I could start talking, he interrupted with a, "What is it this time?" All of this was running through my head at the time. ~When have I ever done anything? Why are you mad? Is mom okay? What's wrong? I never do anything bad, you should know that.~ But he sounded as flustered as ever, so I just responded with a, "I need to stay after school to finish some homework." He says, "Does that mean I have to pick you up?" Me: "Yeah." Dad: "Alright. Call me so I know when. Bye." And that was that. Happy to be off the phone with my Dad, I grabbed my chemistry and headed off to Carlie's locker, who usually walks home instead of rides the bus. I told her about how I was staying after school, and she said she would stay with me. While we were heading to the library, we picked up friends along the way. Sitting down at the table, we waved over Rebekah. Smiling, she grabbed everything she had (Which was a lot) and headed over. Plopping down next to us, we did our homework around the table, laughing a bit. Rebekah took out her knitting and started making wristbands for various graduating Seniors (made me sad watching because my whole social life was Seniors.) That feeling shook off when Melanie came over. She took Rebekah's roll of black cotton yarn and started bouncing it off of me and the desk. It was shaped like a sausage, so she made a perverted joke. "I'm hitting you with my fuzzy black roll." It was pretty much hilarious. Then we heard Jon's name being called on the intercom, so of course we made the "Ooooo." Noise. Next, after Jon passed and threw food at us, Austin came. It was awesome, because we started playing the "We Will Rock You" Song. Hehehe. I did the "Boom boom" Part, and Austin did the "Tsh" part. Carlie sang We Will Rock You, and Rebekah and Melanie started going Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss. We RAWKED A-CCAPELLA. Then Mama Quinn [The Library looker-outerer] started laughing with us. Then told us to get out. So we left and went to the other Library across the street. Austin walked Carlie home since they live in the same neighborhood, and me and Rebekah went to the library because we had to go home and stuff. And thenn... well. While walking over to the library (Which is across a cornfield and a huge schoolyard filled with pretty trees bushes flowers grass etc...) We were singing out loud. Carlie Me Rebekah and Austin all.

It was simply amazing. It reminded me of my favorite book 'the perks of being a wallflower'. Where things just feel infinite, there's no other way it could feel otherwise.

I don't think I'll ever forget that day, because it seems like we're all going to be friends forever. Sounds cheesy, but it's just a recording of my day. It was the best I've ever had, for the most part.

I'm not sure how long this is because I typed it on Notepad, and it's going like.. a mile across. So if it's huge, I don't expect you to read it. If you got this far... comment. xD I want to see if anybody read it. Just be like.. ";D" Or something. I don't know. But yeah.



















<3

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Detention Story: Someone wrote on the carpet floor with a Sharpie marker. They wrote "Drugs." Mrs. Girot was very very angry, and she was like.. "I'm calling Bobby Howell. (Our Assistant Principal)" So... he was just kind of... late showing up to the class and all. When we went to take our test after she called him to come to her room, I went to put my books on the floor. Well before tests people throw things at her and slam their books on the ground. As I was putting my stuff down, my books slipped off the bottom cause I was holding the bottom book only, so it wouldn't slam. Turns out the books were slippery, and skid across the floor and smacked into her feet. She thought I did it on purpose, and she yelled at me, then said stuff like "I don't need this from you Sarah. I have it enough from everybody else, I didn't think you were like that." But when I tried to tell her it was an accident she just said "I don't want to hear it." So when Bobby Howell came in our class, he was questioning a bunch of people. He questioned me the most, because I was right there after it happened. I guess he didn't believe me when he left because I got called to the Assistant Principals office. Of course the whole class was like, "Whoop whoop, Sarah's finally gotten a detention!" I'm just like, "Shut up." and left, because I was mad she didn't believe me. I never do stuff like that, I mean... it's unmoral. Anyway... he started questioning me. As soon as I said I didn't see it happend, he was really suspicious, and kept asking "Are you sure? Don't lie to me, I can tell." And I wasn't even.. acting like I didn't know because I was nervous. I thought he would believe me too, but he didn't. Eventually I half convinced him that I didn't do it because another guy fessed up to it. He didn't even do it, I know. So... yeah. It kind of sucked to find out that not a lot of people trust me. Like, teachers and stuff. It sucks. So.. that's my story.

I'm not trying to be a writer here, just putting it up so I don't forget about this SUCKY memory. Lol, I just realized I use the word suck a lot. And that sounds perverted, so I'm done now. (:

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