Thank You, Madam!

Yea, that's the one thing that I never really recieve.
Or any blessings when I sneeze...
Like, why doesn't ANYBODY say a simple "Bless you"?
It's pretty simple.
But I was really thinking about not getting thanked too often.
I mean, yes, I get thanks for all the small things I do... Picking up dropped items, helping people carry things, etc...
However, today made a great mark onto the book of things left un-thanked.

A friend of mine's sister just got into a car accendent.
My friend was left in the waiting room, and they wouldn't let her in to see her sister.
All my friend wanted to do was get out and go home.
So she called me up for some company.
I, being the "friend indeed" (from that saying "a friend in need is a friend indeed"), came right away to go see her.
Another one of our friends had already arranged to pick her up and take her home.
While waiting, I cheered up my somber friend and talked about light-hearted things to get her mind off of the accident.

After a couple minutes, the friend with a ride pulled up.
Immediately, Waiting Friend gets into Ride Friend's car.
No goodbyes, no thank yous, zip.
I even waved at Ride Friend when she got out of her car, but no wave, no recognition.
It was as if I was invisible.
No, literally!
There was I, waving at my friends, and in return I recieved ignorance.
What a way to make a girl feel loved, huh?

I know, I know, this is all "pity me" crap.
I just had to get it out because nobody else will listen.
You probably didn't even read this either.
Most likely, if you even CHECKED this, you saw the beginning of the story and thought "Another attention seeker."
And you left.

But whatEVER!
I'm freaking invisible anyways... Why should I matter?

If I acted like most people treat me, don't you know they would ask me "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
I actually tried this before, and trust me, that's exactly what my "friend" said.
It's completely horrific being the gold among pyrite here.
I mean, pyrite's pretty and all, but it's not pure like gold!
Except I would probably be something like.... Graphite.
I'm so plain and so easy worn away... Except I don't like to show it.

Haha, now I HOPE nobody reads this.
Seriously, only a complete nerd starts comparing people to minerals.
Ah, who cares?
You all stopped reading up at the first paragraph anyways.

xX Clouds on the Ground Xx

Frustration Sensation

I think I might deserve more friends that care...

Chatroom of Doom.
That would be me and two of my other friends.
Just about every night we all chat together.
It used to be entertaining, but now it's just a pain in the rear.
I know that everybody has problems, and I guess this is just one added onto my list, eh?
My problem is that I have to deal with everybody else's problems.
Yes, apparently I'm the natural psychiatrist.
Why me?
I think it's cuz I care so much about everybody else.
Even though everybody else is more into themselves and all.
Just a little while ago I was getting scared.
My arm started to get all these bumps on it, and they really hurt.
I tell my friends about it, and what do they do?
Ignore me.
Yeah, no joke!
I'm telling them that my arm is starting to break out in hives, and they continue their conversation about some guys or whatever.
I mean, seriously, I'm not that needy of a person.
I give a hell of a lot more than I recieve from those two.
All I ask is that they care about me as well.
I guess it's going to take more than some serious looking bumps.

Funny, just a few minutes prior to my break out, I was paying close attention to both wandering minds.
I always concentrate on what other people say, and I ask pretty good questions too.
Ask why you were crying, if you feel better, how was your dance class, did this happen yet, and so on...
I guess I just care!
But they don't!
And what if these bumps are the sign of something more serious?
How would they feel when they found out that their "friend" and therapist died due to an unknown allergy?
I ask the questions that say that I'm interested, like "How did those lessons go that you were telling me about?"
They can't even ask me, "Are you okay?"
I'm gettting scared (and probably paranoid as well) cuz the bumps r really starting to hurt even more.
I want to stay home from school tomorrow.

I want to move far away from here.

It would be great to start all over again.
That way I wouldn't get stuck with such ignorant friends.
I know that if I said this to those two girls, they would tell me "Then don't be our friend."
But it's not as simple as that.
Years of bonding and sacrifice (the second one mainly on my part) has brought us close, and it's so hard to just get up and change what all that time caused.
I could try to explain it to them tomorrow or whatever.

This is probably a really stupid problem, especially considering all the problems I could have.
But I can't even fix it!
I'm totally helpless.
Suggestions.... I need 'em.
Until then, I'm off to retreat back into my underwater lair...

xX Clouds on the Ground Xx

On a Serious Note

Nothing is perfect. Nothing is absolute. Why do we strive to be totally divine? Why must we look down upon imperfections? It is the flaws that make us so beautiful. Many people scorn the things that to them seem bad. They are indifferent to our uniqueness. But what would a society be, where everything was perfect? What would happen to our beautiful differences? Things would be dull and ugly. What makes a smile so beautiful is a frown. But what about vice versa? It's your own intake on the matter.

What is your idea of beauty? Clear skin, thin bodies, and silky hair? If we all set out to achieve it, then each person is a boring sample of the masses. I find beauty in our differences. I find beauty in our characters.

Where do you find beauty?

A Lovely Saturday Morning

Hello darling!
Thanks very much for coming to visit me here.
And just where am I?
I'm at my friend Olivia's house.
Wonderfully enough, I tapped into her wireless connection system.
A laptop in each of our laps, we are enjoying the speed of the DSL.

Let me tell you all about our Ice Cream Escapade!

So yesterday was a boiling day, and we were all craving for the sweet coolness of ice cream.
Why not take a trip to the local ice cream place?
That was probably the worst idea of the day.

We waited on line for a while (it's quite a popular store), and we waited some more.
Olivia and I finally made it to the front of the line, and the guy working there asked "How may I help you?"
WOW!!!
That's when I figured out why this place is so popular!
The kid who works there is HOTT!
He had to be about sixteen, and he was totally good-looking.
Thank goodness Olivia ordered... I wouldn't have been able to speak.
And apparently, I wasn't able to think either.
We took the ice creams, and don't you know, they start melting right away.
I'm holding them, trying to make Olivia lick them, and trying not to drop them.
With a final "have a nice day" (and a final glance on my part), we headed off to the car.

Ice. Cream. Disaster.

Wind + Melting Ice Cream = Complete Mess.

Yes, ice cream in my hair, ice cream on my shoes, and ice cream on my white lace skirt!
Oh, and ice cream on my hands, arms, face, legs, and feet.
Olivia managed to drop half of my ice cream.
I managed to drip my ice creams all over.
It was great.
What an adventure.

Moral of the story: Always make sure your brain is working correctly before you attempt to usher four melting ice creams into a speeding car down the highway.

Haha, I hope you learned something :D

An Intro Through The Fog

xX Welcome Xx

You have just dipped your toe into the shallow end of the lake.
Come, dive down with me... Down through the murky depths of this formation.
Let me show you the beauty down here... hiding where nobody can find it....
Holy guacamole!
What in the world is that?!
Oh, nevermind, it was just a log...
Things are not always what they seem, you know!
Don't laugh; I was surprised, that's all!
Suppose that was some monster coming to get you, hm?
Would you laugh THEN?
Hopefully not...

Now, here's a warning for you.
If you have stumbled upon this blog, you are looking at the tip of an iceburg.
A very oddly-shaped ice burg at that...
See those bumps over there?
That's pretty freaky!

Okay, maybe I tell the truth, and maybe I don't.
Maybe I like to wander around the universe, flitting from star to star.
I'm searching for the mere happiness I find in roaming.
Because that's what I do best.
Roam.
(Keep up with me here, I'm still swimming. Wowie, did bubbles just come out of your SCUBA suit?! You're passing gas down here?! Now THAT is low!)

So if you come upon that sunken treasure chest down here, enjoy.
I share the riches of emotion.
And perhaps the very base of imagination.
(Are you still there? This swimming suit is so uncomfortable! Don't worry, we're almost at my secret lair down here. Heh heh heh...)

What's that over there?
Oh, goodness, quick, call for backup!
...Huh?
Oh, nevermind!
Look, it's my underground chamber!
You're welcome to stay...
As long as your amusement survives...
Muah hah hah hah....