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WELL.
Thanks A LOT!!!! <--that was sarcasm if you didnt know.
no one left a comment. AND DONT TELL ME NO ONE READ IT CUZ PPL DID.!!!!
Oh well. no biggi. i figured it out anyway.
NO. i did not do the thing i said last time.
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWw.
But, what i did was me and *namechange:* Sarah planned a time to get out of class to put the money in his locker so i wouldnt hacvve to talk to him. So we both were in diff classes and we met up, "going to the batthroom". I had the money. So we were ready to put it in, when suddenly we realized that there were no vents on the front, only on top. Now, idk if you know me, but im very short. And sar is pretty tall, so i got her to put it in. We were so nervous some kid would see us stuffing 20's in a locker. AND THEN. THE WORST HAPPENED. the vice princ. started coming down the hallwhen sarah wasin the midst of shoving one in. So he just looked at us, and im like "Umm.. We re getting my money down cuz some kid put our money up there. On ati bullying day too. What a jerk" and he bought it and left. So, we got the money in. =)
But. It didnt really help, thou, cuz kyle came and talked to me @ lunch. hes like "Sorry i gave u all that money. i didnt mean to put u on the spot." then i didnt say anything so hes like, "uhmm.. just one question. How did you get the money in my locker, and how did you get it to rain down on me when i opened the locker??"
I ALMOST BURST OUT LAFFING SO HARD!!!
But i just went..
"*cough* dont ask...* and then the bell rang. *phew*
Thats about it!
i've been planning on moving this blog to a bigger blogging site like piczo or myspace, but if i do, i'll put everything on here too, and just paste it on the other one.
lov,
scotyy
Hi again. Hey, remember when I said i was hoping for something at least a bit interesting to happen? Well. It did. Cept' its bad. OKAY. Hopefully you've read the other 2 entries, but if not, go do that now. :P okay. im assuming you just went and read it. WELL. It was my bday a bit ago, and kyle got me a card, which i thot was cute, but then...*uh oh* he put 100$ in it. ONE HUNDRED!!! O_O Its like it was thrown @ me like a test. so im freaked out now. There is like no bright side to this. At all. Cept for the fact that i must be doing a good job with avoiding him since It was put in my locker through the vents. =) So, im proud of that. BUT THIS IS HORRIBLE!!
so much for everyone being happy. Now im just miserable. I feel like he's testing me though. I could just keep it, but i'm not gonna. thats shallow. But, to give it back, im gonna have to put on some romantic show. This is crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap. This sucks. I do have a whole scene played out in my head though. Only problem is its really gross, but its the only way, other then to tell him i dont like him. But that wouldnt help either, cuz i'd have to figure out some other way to give it back. heres my plan: i go up give it back then im like "Idont need this." *kiss* "that was worth way more then 100$" & walk away. ewww this is so gross. Why didnt anyone stop me?
love,
scotty
aka. pro_drowner
Tags: Blog
Hi again. It's almost 1pm, and i've done pretty much nothing all day. Our rec room is almost finished, so i spent the morning watching The NightMare before christmas, over and over and over. =) i love that movie. I think I might be Jack Skellington for halloween. Either that, or the joker from the batman.
OMG! Ok. My friend from england, Cam, added my older brother on msn as a joke right? WELL. Just today, my bro left his msn on, and when i looked, cam was online. Not a big deal, EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT HE HAD HIS NAME AS: "UMG I LOVE ELLY ------"
(didnt wanna put my last name on here) BUT UMG! SO i deleted him immideatly, and im waiting on here now to give him crap as soon as he signs on. :P
Hmm. Oh. I forgot to tell you. See, my other friend, Kyle, thinks im in love with him, and we're in love. but we're not. I'm not, he is. :P ...so...Yea, i've been avoiding him @ school. And just talking on msn. What harm could it do? As long as i avoid him asking me out on a date, im good. And if he does manage to, I'll just say im grounded. Everyones happy, right?
&nb sp; Hmm...Nothing else is new really. My liiitle brother is outside, my older brother is...i have no idea, my moms sick in bed, and my dad and my baby sister oli (3yrs) are out shopping. So i basically have the whole house to myself...wasting my life away attempting blogging...Well. At least people read this. I hope they like it...I don't really think my blog would encourage others to start a blog too...I like to think it would make them want to save children from a burning building. 
wull..thats bout it. Thanks for reading. I guess.. This is kinda stupid ,an online journal. It keeps me busy though.. Like i'll just be sitting on my bed, like "Omg...what if people are reading my blog right now? What should I write next? COME ON SOMETHING EXCITNG HAPPEN" But nope. Nothing does. But i'll tell you if something does.
luv,
Scotty.
aka. pro_drowner
Now. I know some of you might know me from my poems, and my story. Well. I usually don't stick with something for long, as you could probley see. So, i've given up on that story ,and im starting blogging. I don't know why. Seems fun. But, im not gonna use real peoples names. Unless the people who know this is my account don't know them...But..You'll know my name is elly. Fine. For this blog, I'm known as scotty. ^_^
Omg. Where to start. My life.. I think it'll be fun to read. I think so anyway. A lot happens. Well. My best friend lives in england. ...Uhh.. Cam. He's pretty cool. He got a record deal yesterday!!! I'm still in shock over the whole thing. I think i'm more excited then he is, and in 2/3 years he'll be here. It'll be amazing. =)
Lets see.. School life is okay. Not as much drama as elementry, if you can beleive THAT. I bet you can't. Well, maybe you can. I dont know, because i don't know you... Well, maybe i do...Omg. Scatterbrain moment. This is what goes through my head. =
Well. I promise this will get more interesting. I just can't exactly wrap up my whole life in a few paragraphs.
Love,
scotty
aka. pro_drowner
If I were ruler of the world,
I'd make some changes fast!
I'd say ruler's always first,
All her brother's last.
I'd go about the village,
Upon my grand white horse.
I'd wave and smile to citizens,
While chewing gum, ofcoarse!
When I got back to my castle,
my ice-cream would be ready.
I'd get a napkin, bowl and spoon,
And eat when the cone was steady.
I'd lay down in my royal bed,
when i was so very tired.
I'd fall asleep with such ease,
and dream of all admired.
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i wrote this 2 years ago. When i had a simple mind <3
Tags: Elly Poem
I was new at that school. I knew no one. Then I seen another new girl, and knew she was the one. All through grade 6, We shared it all. But when grade 7 came, it all started to fall. "Hey friend," I said. You whipped around. "Hello," you said, with a frown. You turned back to the other girls. I said, "Let's go! Let's go find the pearls!" "The pearls?" you said, with confusion, I think. "Yea, duh! Lets go, pirate!" Your cheeks turned pink. The other girls, They laughed at us. I didn't care. We were best friends, yes! You said "Oh, right. I can't today. My mom wants me home, so I guess we can't play." "Okay." I said, still smiling, still. "Tomorrow we'll play!" "I can't. Now please leave, if you will." "Leave?" I said. We always hung out. "Yes leave, please. I'm talking secret, no doubt." Secret? I thought. We never kept secrets. I sighed and walked home. This wasn't the first secret. It had happened before. It just wasn't fair. I walked home alone, In alot of dispair. When I got home I jumped online. My key pal was on, she made things fine. I told her the story for the millionth time. She told me its not healthy to put up with this 'crime'. She said I should see her, Have a talk with her. Explain how you feel and see what's gonna occur. "But i have talked to her. A lot and a lot. She just makes up excuses, brushes me off with no thought." "Ok then" She said. "Its time to move on." I knew she was right, I had to move on. The next day at recess, I pulled her aside. "We need to talk" I said, "And you cannot decide." She slightly leaned back, knowing what was coming. But she didn't know what was coming... she didn't know what was coming. "We've been friends for awhile. Thanks for it all. But you've been acting different. With other people, i recall. But thats ok, if you want to act as, something your not. Go ahead, but here's a fact." It isn't going to stop me, and so I must say. I don't like your ways and our friend ships gone away. I hear the bad things, you say about me. Your not being true, can you not see? We never hang out. You never were true. Goodbye, my friend. Our friendship is through." As I walked away, with tears in my eyes. I sat down on the stairs, about to cry. But thats just when, some girls surround me. And started comforting me, and made me feel better, me! They didn't ask what happen, they just hugged me right there. I told them the story, and, yes, they cared. They listen with all open ears on me. And they told me they'd always be there as the key. and thats when I realized, I didn't need that bad friend. Theres better out there, there's better that'll send. And now I'm ok, I've got my friends by my side. For someone to run to, When I need to hide. I thank you for you being there, when I was alone. When I was new at school, with no one to phone. But now I have new friends, and I've just moved on. Maybe we'll be friends again, but for now im a good pawn.
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I wrote this @ the beginning of last year, when I lost by best friend.
Tags: Friend Poem Bye
In the end,
We still wonder whether these shed tears are
In sadness.
In Fear.
Or releived.
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Maybe we're just waiting for a resignation,
What the ---- is this instatution?
Why challenge me?
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Just waiting,
Waiting.
Hoping this so called life gets better as we go.
Just holding,
Holding.
Hanging on, waiting for you to make it back from the moon.
...Soon?!
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In the end,
We never really grasped what love was.
Was it faith?
Was it hope?
Or was it just a time burner?
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Maybe we're just waiting for a resignation,
What the ---- is this instatution?
Why challenge me?
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Just waiting,
Waiting.
Hoping this so called life gets better as we go.
Just holding,
Holding.
Hanging on, waiting for you to make it back from the-
What happen to you?
Can't you see I'm here to catch you if you fall?
Burning these memories,
Burning these memories.
Because I know your not coming back here.. Ever again!
In the end...
Do we drown in sadness?
In the end...
Do we continue living in fear?
In the end...
We wish for faith.
In the end...
We hope, hope, hope!
In the end!
We are all just waitin for a resignation!
But why?
But why?
Why?
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!
In the end!
Questions are left unanswered!
Questions are left unanswered!
I am left unanswered.
In the end..
---------------------------------Notes:
This song is about my best friend, who started to fall into problems.. Like depression and self harm, and he would treat me and everyone who cared about him like dirt, and be a jerk. And I was so scared because he had moved to england and there was nothing I could do to help him, so I wrote this song as sort of a way to get it out.
Thats how i write. It's just how I release pent up emotions. Which is probley why most of my poems are dark...
Tags: Poem In The End Elly
After school that day, I walked home with Samantha.
"So, did you see anyone at the ghost house yesterday?" She asked, after we had finished discussing who was better, Elvis or the beatles. I was 100% towards Elvis, but she was all in for the beatles. I guess that's what's cool about me and Sam being friends and all. We're total oppisites. I have short, dark brown hair, and she has long, blonde hair. I think the only similarity we have, out of appearance, is we both have blue eyes, but everyone says mine remind them of the deep ocean, which I find strange for two reasons: One, I'm horridly afraid of water. And two, I don't know how to swim. Samantha's remind everyone of ice. But soft ice. Which is strange too. What's also incredibly odd is I love to skate, and Sam loves to swim. Like I said, we're complete oppisites.
"I didn't see anyone... You know, sometimes I wonder if anyone even lives there at all. Maybe a ghost lives their or something.."
"Well.. Maybe. I don't really beleive in ghosts. But I can't think of anything that would make any sense. At All."
I brushed my hair out of my eyes. I missed that perfect weather we had yesterday. Now it was just plain cold. I shivered in my favourite thin navy blue sweater.
Samantha stopped at my house, while i kept walking past. I didn't even realize what I was doing. I guess I was just used to walking to the ghost house.
"Where are you going?" She asked, although she said it more like a statement. Ofcoarse she knew where I was going, and she didn't want to be near it.
"I'm going to see if anyone is their." I said briskly, without stopping or looking back.
She ran up beside me. "Well, I'm not going. That house gives me the creeps."
"Suit yourself." I said. I knew i was being rude to her, but if someone really was outside, I didn't wanna miss it.
"Ok, Scotty. I'm going home then. See ya tommorow at school." She said, and started walking the other way, but I didn't hear her. I was staring at the ghost house now. It didn't look like a scary house. It looked like a retired peoples home, who had too much time on their hands. It was yellow, with an egg-shell white door and a brown roof. Basically, it looked like every other house in our neighbour hood. I started walking up to the door. I felt as if it were a gravitational pull, like I was the magnet being pulled in toward the fridge.
I was standing in front of the door. Now what? I asked myself. I honestly didn't know. Usually I got nervous even coming close to the ghost house, but today I didn't. I was anxious today. No more wondering. Today I was going to find out what was going on here.
I slowly raised my fist, and knocked three times. Slow, and steady.
Tags: Story Book
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I walked in the door, yelling, "i'm home!" and hopping onto the computer. Signing into my messanger, no one was online. Again. I didn't have many friends, besides the kids on the block, except for two. I guess that's all i could really ask for. I'd like to meet the person who would rather have 30 school friends then 2 friends who would do anything for you. Well, then again, maybe i wouldn't.
I switched off the monitor and went upstairs. To my left, the door to my parents room was closed, and I could year my mom gabbing on the phone. I wondered who she might have been talking to, then I realized how stupid that was of me. Ofcoarse, she was talking to my Grandma. My mom and her were super close, and have been forever. Me and my mom aren't like that. I guess she's just not the easiest person to talk to, but if you knew me, you'd know I hardly ever find anyone easy to talk to. It's probley just me.
Into the living room, I found my three year old sister and my ten year old anoying brother watching yet another episode of Spongebob Squarepants. Right on the theme song too. "Aww, you guys, this is like the tenth time you've watched it today, can't I watch something?"
Olive looked at me seriously and said, "No, Scotty! I watching MY show!"
I turned to Ernie with a pleeding look. "It's not me! Olive wants to watch it."
Though he kept his eyes glued to the screen. yea right, i thought. But i knew he was half right. Once you put on a show for Olive, you can't change the channel unless you wanna hear her screaming in your ear for a half hour, with the cherry on top of her being grouchy and acting up for the rest of the day. Not my favourite kind of sundae.
So, i decided to call my friend Samantha.
"Howdy, Scotty!" she said as soon as she knew it was me.
Samatha is the kind of girl who loves girly stuff. Okay, i know that sounded steriotypical, but honestly, she loves shopping, shoes, hair, painting her nails, jewlry, the latest fashion, and even unicorns. (She still hasn't outgrown them at the age of thirteen...) She's really sweet, but that girl can talk. No, seriously, she could talk for hours. That's probley why they get along so well. They could sit on our couch and talk senselessly for hours, but after a few mintues I can impatient and try clearing my throut. But, being Samantha, she just looks over her shoulder, and asks if I'd like a drink. Usually it ends up in me dragging her out of there. Oh well. I guess it's better then them hating eachother... I think...
"Hi! I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the mall..." I asked.
"Oh, girl, i'm sorry! I'm actually going for a manicure and pedicure today!"
Typical, i thought. "yea, no, don't worry bout it. I'll see you tommorow at school then."
I sighed. It was going to be a long monday afternoon. Usually, I hate monday mornings. But when your stuck hearing the spongebob theme song all day, plus a screaming three year old, a complaining little brother, and dying of boredom for 8 hours, I began to like monday mornings. At least they kept me busy.
Ok, im actually gonna try and write a story on here, part by part.. So, here i go! XD
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Walking home from school that day, I couldn't help but walk further to pass by the house. And by the house, I mean the ghost house. The house that is 3 houses down from mine. And it's not the kind of ghost house your thinking of, with ghosts who look like floating sheets, and skeletons with top hats. No, this is a different kind of ghost house.
It all started 8 months ago, when I moved across the country to Kamloops, BC. Me and my family loved our new house, and so we moved in. The street was a family street, no doubt about it. I wouldn't be surprised if the average amount of kids per house was about 3 to 5 on our street, and we all loved it. There were street barbeques, and the children hung out everyday. I was one of them.
It was basically the perfect street to live on, except for one house. One silent, vacant house. Ever since I moved here, I have never seen anyone there. No car pulling in, no lights on at night, no one to cut the grass or trim the hedges, and yet everyday the grass was cut, and the hedges stayed perfect. The only time I have ever seen anyone there, was about 5 months ago, when all the people on our street were having a garage sale, I saw a girl in the back yard, holding a ball. She had brownish blonde hair like a mop on her head, and when she looked up at me, I could see her peircing green eyes. I know most eyes that are so strong and icy are blue, but hers were green, and man, they scared me. This girl looked about 9 or 10, and when she saw me, she looked almost panicked, and ran inside. I heard the door slam, and I never saw anyone there ever again. Oh yea, and theres a laundry hamper in the back, but i've never seen clothes on it.
So everyday I walk by the ghost house, trying to see through the thick curtains on the top floor, and peering into the empty room on the bottom floor, wondering who's in there. Sometimes I run up to the fence and stare into the perfect backyard, accompanied with a swing set that looks as if its never been used, and watered flowers. But everyday, there are no people. I was wearing my bright orange sweater, with my wavy red hair held back with a rubber band, along with my knee length skirt blowing in the light breeze. That's my favourite weather. A light breeze to keep the bugs away, and so your not sweating half to death, but not so cold that you can't wear t-shirts and shorts without getting goosebumps. Perfect weather.
I stopped in front of the ghost house, yet again staring in. For the first time, it crossed my mind maybe I could knock on the door. Maybe someone would answer, but what would I say if someone did? The thought scared me. Maybe i could knock and then run, i thought. But I was nervous someone would see me, and there wasn't anywhere I could run to, anyway. So i kept on walking home, every few minutes glancing back at the house, hoping someone wasn't there to see me, and praying there would be.
Tags: Book Story
I lay on the floor, What did you do? Why did you hurt me? My heart bleeds for you. Small puddle surrounds me, in here is there rain? No its red, its blood, though i feel no pain. Now it all flashes back, I remember it all. From when i first met you, until my life fall. I trusted you, I really did love you. Why did you hurt me? What did I do? I remember looking forward, to you coming here. You walk in, I smile. You frown with a tear. Isanity leaking from the corners of your mouth. Your face looking so vast, distant and south. Your eyes red and stained, from your shed tears. Up my spine I know are my crawling fears. I knew i should run, I knew I should hide. But I loved you so much, I just sat down and cryed. You told me it was too hard, to decide whats for best. You said it needed to be releived off your chest. In sorrow and sadness, In jelousy and fear. You raise the gun to my head, I suppose the angels arent near. I hear the gun bang, You miss my head. But It doesnt matter, cause you got my heart instead. I remember falling, my head hitting the ground. You drop the gun, not liking what you found. Leaning over me, "Im sorry, i love you" your whispers intense. "Me too, but now its too late, i guess." Our eyes both swell up, tears stream down our cheeks. I bet you'll miss me, now you know your the freak. I trusted you, thought for a choice you'd pick me. But with the flip of a coin, you decided to see. It was love or hate, more so life or death. But i'll be in heaven, you in hell for life theft. I know lay cold on the ground, I whisper, "love you too." "See you soon" you say, but we know its not true. "But before I go, remember that All the things i told you Are to think at. Your jelousy, brought me much pain. My heart slowly dying, bring you no gain. Your lies, hurt my soul. And all im left with, is one sad black hole. Your selfishness, lowered my self esteem. Thought you cared 'bout me, at least thats how it seemed. Your gun, cost me my life. And all its left you, is a wrist to a knife. You get no second chance, No happily ever after too. I'll never live my life, and its all thanks to you."
Tags: Love Poem Thanks You
Everything you said to them had always been a lie, pain to others meant nothing to you as long as you, always got your way. But now your gonna pay, For what you say, For what you did, and for being you. And The beautiful hearts got thrown around, the carless one dropped them, and they all were Cracked and broken, cracked and broken. And they all fall down, dead. Because of the careless one who dropped them. Thats you. Its all you. You never really cared for those who really cared for you. You never walked in someone elses shoes cause you didnt give a care. But now your gonna pay, for what you say, for what you did, and for being you. And The beautiful hearts got thrown around, the carless one dropped them, and they all were Cracked and broken, cracked and broken. And they all fall down. Dead. Dead, because of you, how do you feel now? Leaving those hearts on the cold, hard floor never to fully heal, never to be beautiful again, but to bleed, until they run out. But to cry, until they're live runs out. How do you feel? How do you feel? How do you feel? You never really cared for those who really cared for you. pain to others meant nothing to you as long as you always got your way. Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding. How...do..you feel? Arg!
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This is actually a song i wrote awhile ago <3
Tags: Song Broken Bleeding Love Poem
Save Me, Save Me, So i do not drown. One last wish, ungranted, forgotten, As deeper, and deeper I go. A girl without one kiss, longing, equals an ocean of tears. Save me now, as the ocean enters my fears. Down I go, drowning in my very own water, shed from my eyes. Sadness, my heart matches my blue panicked face. Won't anyone save me? I'm feeling a bit dizzy. My breaths running short. I fear that without you, my world won't fit. Like a jar with no lid, writer with no pen, The sky with no sun, The day with no end. The love i have, Unable to overcome. With all this pain in my Heart, soul, life. Sometimes i wonder if i need a knife. This love is a matter of with or without? Smile or frown? Life or death? The ocean, like a big blue overcoat, zippers me up. Help me. My vision is fading, one last image of you, fills my thoughts. One last wish, for just one kiss. Ungranted, Forgotten. My breath has run short, I gasp one last time, I fall into darkness, Dreams crushed, life flashes before my eyes, And suddenly I begin sliding away from the present, And i stop thrashing about, and relax, feeling like a bird, caught in a draft of air, rather then a girl, pushed and pulled by the ocean, and gave up.
Tags: Air Love Poem
Listen closely to what i say, I dont know why i feel this way. i hold you close as we both fall, This time im quite sure it was your call. We floated in heaven in perfect peace, But the angels gave up and let our love cease. Falling further and further we're nearing the ground, Watching the sunset and not liking what we found. The angels, they cut off your tongue, And you stopped breathing, taking your lung after lung. As we are falling I hold you close, From all thats happened this hurts the most. I stare into the sky wondering where your soul is, Wondering how I'll do without one last living kiss. We're so close to the ground, 10 seconds left to love. I remember your last words as I see a passing dove. I squeeze my eyes shut kissing your grey abandoned lips. One last kiss, black colours my heart. Your who I will miss. I send one last message, Saying see you soon, I'll see you in heaven.
Tags: Heaven Poem
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