2009 has been the most terrible year I have ever known, save for 2001. The world lost a lot of great people this year. Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Patrick Swayze... And now, somebody hardly anybody would know, my mum's close friend, and a good friend of mine, Greg. He was a large man, but he was kind. I hardly knew him, but it still hurts to know that he's not with us any more. Mum and I have been crying about it since yesterday, as that's when we found out.

This goes out to you, Greg.

Rest in Peace.


I find myself getting more and more emotional as the days go on. I don't know why. I could just say it's hormones, but at the same time it I have a feeling it isn't. I don't know what it is, but I feel my walls around be are beginning to crumble. I want to keep them up because I don't do well when I'm depressed. I'm not a cutter, smoker, drinker, drug..er? but I do things that I don't really like. I get... dark. Even more so then normal.

I've been getting sick more often, so my immune system is kind of shot, too. I think I caught that stupid h1n1 thing that's been floating about my school. Not cool, people. I have an idea who I got it from, too. Damn you, Avery.

Damn, you.

Anyways, enough of the sadness.

On Saturday, mum, grandma and I went to the church near my place to go to the bazaar they have every now and then. I got some neat jewelry for like.. four bucks. Two necklaces, a bracelet and a ring. Now, the ring is what makes me really happy. It's a simple ring, nothing too fancy. I like simplicity, especially in rings. When I got home, I looked it over and noticed it was a gold ring with a silver ring over top. So I'm checking out, and I noticed this; 18K. Sa-wheeet. It's an 18 carat gold ring. It looks like a wedding band, too. My mum told a friend of hers, and she said her husband had a ring done the same way as mine, and it was expensive.

Bonus.

The necklaces are nice. The one is a silver pendant with a blue gem in the center. It looks like it's something you'd find at one of those cheap little stores you find in malls. I still like it. It's pretty. The other is of black metal with orange gems. It's really pretty. I'll have to take a picture of them and show you how happy I am about them.

We went about our day, and on Sunday we stopped by her old work and got a 25$ pre-paid Visa. I was so happy, because I was FINALLY able to get my [ Cell 7 ] album. It's one of those downloading thingies. I was so stoked. I got the album, burnt it to disc as well as this one Vitas album and a few David Usher songs and woop. I got my [ Cell 7 ] album, and I have to tell you; I'm not really into the electronic/techno genre of music, as I'm more into pop and rock then anything, it's still filled with eargasms. I love, love, love [ Cell 7 ].

My wrist has been hurting since last night. It's not a stinging hurt, it's more like I rubbed it too hard on the carpet sort of hurt. I don't know why it's like that. Hm.

I think I'm going to start trying to draw some girls... I have an idea in my mind that I'm actually going to start working on. So, once I take a nap and eat something, I'm actually going to work on it.

So, I finished the first chapter for Virus, the seventh... sixth... seventh... Idunnowhatchapteritis of Killer Star, and chapter one of my secret thing that only Hex knows about, and I'm contemplating over Sing for Me. Now, I have a new one in my mind that I want to write about. It's based off part of my dream last night/this morning. It was actually quite terrifying for me, as it's what I believe in.

It's about ghosts and possessions and scaries. I'm a HUGE believer in the paranormal [as you might know from one of my older journal entries]. I really want to do this, because I can take part of my knowledge and experiences and put it into this one. So, I'm going to think it over, work out a plot and we'll see what happens. Worst comes to worst, I'll just do a journal-like chapter posts.

Well, I'm going to go crash before I pass out completely. I haven't been sleeping well for the past few weeks so my body is bitching at me to rest. Seriously, the other night I got like.. eleven hours of sleep and I STILL needed more rest. It's also the time change. I'm not use to being up until, like.. 11 pm. Something like that.

I'm so tired I want to cry. I'm so depressed I want to cry.

I'm hungry.

My emotions are running awol.

I'm in a creative, yet hungry, yet tired, yet depressed, yet bored, yet lazy mood.

I NEED TO GET BETTER BEFORE MY SCHOOL EXPELS ME FOR NOT BEING THERE. Which makes no sense. "You haven't been to school for x-amount of days, so we're going to kick you out." Like, wtf?

EDIT:: I added a new website. Go look. It's kind of cool. <: It's taken me over a month or so to do it. If you notice any faults, or things that need to be changed [as in links not working], please send me a note on here with what needs to be fixed and I'll get right on it. Sometimes I miss things, so it's better if somebody else goes through it and sees the faults.

Toodles.

It does NOT feel like it's only 8:53 am. D<