News Flash

Well, I don't know. I'm just bored. I have to sit with Jaden in science now =/ He's a friggin' riot, no doubt. I talked to a lot of people today which is a shock. Psh, but today was fun. Ha ha. Colby finally knows what I look like. Ashley saw me in the hallway and told him that was me but by the time he figured it out I was halfway down the hallway so he ran up to me and said hi all out of breath. lol. He's really awesome. =P

Anyhow. I didn't get to talk to Mike today =[ Sad-making, I know! Mikey's awesome. People think he's a freak. But really, him and I are share the same freakishness. Kind of. I won't go into it, though. I know better than that. But yeah, Mikey's the best. I can talk to him about anything and we have a bunch of jokes and stuff. Most of the time in the others favor, but still. It's all good.

Uh............................................................................................................ I don't know. I have uh, 4 iconsin the mods right now. I can't wait for them to come out. Right now I'm playing one of those factor games that the little 4th graders practice with. I don't use factors that much, so I'm totally at loss here.

Ha, I looked up Shakspere's kind of language on Google. I like the way they talk. It's uber cool. Like, majorly.

Right now I'm watching Charmed and waiting for Sam to finish his homework. Want to hear Darcey, Michael, and I's skit for French? Too bad. I can't remember their lines. Ha ha. But I know Mine:

(About 5 lines in)
Bonjor.
(Sometime later)
Qu' est que tu veux?
(2 seconds later)
Qu' est que tu veux?
(More time later)
Voila!
(After Michael says "merci")
de rien.

Only have 4 lines =] Michael is merciful. Ha ha. Lacey has only 3 lines while the rest of her group have about 7. Each. It isn't much fair. But whatever. French is pretty fun if you master talking behind Ms. Kemp's back XD

I might have a story coming soon. I know they aren't always the best, but it gives me something to do in my spare time. I guess this blog's done.

Au revior!

Just so you know...

I updated http://www.daydreamer101.blogspot.com/ and this is sort of what I based Luna off of:

I know it isn't exact. But the hair and dress are similar to that of Luna's. Luna's dress is plain black and her hair is brown, but otherwise, this is how she looks. Duncan, well, he looks how he sounds, sort of. He's a higher level in society, and therefore pretty snobby. If he can't have something, he makes sure no one can have it, which he makes pretty clear. Duncan resembles the guy in the music video for Love Story. Alexander, however, looks more like the actual person. Alexander has black hair, brown eyes, a sharp nose, and paler skin. He's about 5' 9", maybe even closer to 6' than that. But, there you have it. Every one's description unveiled.

Edit: I almost forgot about the ring! I can't decide between some, but I think this is what I was getting at:

This:

Or this:

I think the top one's more accurate, really. But whichever is fine. So, yeah, that's Luna's ring.

You'll be proud

of me when I tell you the conclusion I've just recently made. =] I'm completely and fully over Andrew. Sad thing is, I've found someone else to like. Alex, of course. I don't know him all that well, but I can feel something about him. He's different than most guys. He's extremely nice to anyone, he doesn't care about what people say, he'd defend you even if he doesn't know you, and there's a lot more. I've only talked to him a couple times. About music and stuff, really. But still, he's pretty cool. Max used to say things about me on the bus; Alex always said something to Max along with Cliff =] I miss those two.

Um........... I don't know what else to say. Oh, trick-or-treating yesterday sucked. It rained, so we had to go down to Lincoln Hall and do it there. There were like, 20 people there. That's it. I'm thinking maybe we can go with Lacey when she goes. That way we can get our candy and Sam has a chance to actually man up and come with us. I did have fun camping, though. My cousin Alex came up and I got to do his makeup for him. Apparently he didn't like it when his mom tried to put it on, but he let me do it. He was the cutest little skeleton I've ever seen. I took pictures of him with my camera and showed them to him. He kissed his pictures. He's one of the nicest baby's ever. Dominick put on his mask and scared Alex. Like, big time. He made him cry and scream like I've never heard him do before. It was painful to watch. And Dom just kept going. After that, though, I punched him repeatedly in the stomach =] Bethany: 1, Dominick: 0.

I should probably update my other blog now, since I didn't have time to on Thursday. Au revoir!

Aw, crap.

Okay, so Andrew read my blog. Not good. Dominick told me that his mom knows. Well, hell! What's wrong with these people?! They tell everyone everything. Take 6th grade for example. I wasn't seriously going to go through with it. Gosh. Too many people take me too darn seriously. So what if sometimes I'm in a funk? Get over it and leave me alone. I mean really, this stuff is starting to get under my skin. Before I was able to just say "Hey! Whatever. Do it, I don't give." But now it's going too far. How much do you want to bet that for some reason they get worried about my stab remark in that blog? I'll bet my life on it! So what if it did happen? You aren't in my life now, you shouldn't care about me. Things would be a lot easier if one of us didn't exist. I'm not making threats, don't get me wrong. But now Dominick wants the URL to my blog. Well, what if I said stuff about him on here? Huh? How would he like that? Oh yeah, Dominick is the dumbest person to walk the earth. This is my space, I express my true self here, deal with it. I like this thing a lot. I can do whatever I want on here, no questions asked.

I will not let this thing set me off. Well, I will. But I'll wait for a full moon, that'll benefit me best XD Ha, you aren't supposed to get that. Nor do I want you to.

Right now I'm in a pretty good mood. Besides what's written above, that is. My brother just got home from school and he's like the sun; he brightens the room. Sort of like Jacob Black in New Moon. Ah, Jacob, how I love thee. Ha ha. That's right, I totally just went Zoe Nightshade on you. You probably have no idea who that is. She's a Hunter of Artemis in The Titan's Curse. Sad part is, she died. But she's living on in the stars for the rest of eternity. Yeah, I'm a Greek freak. Got a problem with that? Too bad. =]

WOTD

I am extremely proud of this wallpaper, though it is not mine. Is it not amazing? The composer of this doesn't think it's deserving at all. Which I don't understand; if it wasn't good, would it have made WOTD (Wallpaper Of The Day)? I think it's a masterpiece.

Eh. Crap

Did I make a mistake? Maybe. Was I on the path to closure? Probably. Did I want to forget about it all? Not really. Then what was my purpose for doing this? Who knows! If you don't understand. Check the blog named "Swoosh." (below)

Swoosh.

Oh yeah. I'm making my way back into Andrew's life whether he knows it or not. Maybe he wants me back in his life, too. I sure hope so, or else my plan will never work. But today he re accepted my buddy request on my AIM Profile. So yeah, I'm pretty happy about that.

Last night I made the mistake of reading some of my old text messages from Andrew (yeah, I have some of them on record, obsessed? absolutely). Some of them made me cry, because I miss him so much. Actually, I cried on most of them. In every single one he told me he loved me. In some of them he called me "beautiful" or some um....well... pet name kind of. Like, "sweetheart" is what I mean. I miss it. All of it. I don't know why I decided to end it. Well, I do know. To protect him. To protect us. I guess I sort of brought all of this on myself. Somewhere along the line I know I told him to stop talking to me because it hurt too much. Now I'd rather suffer with that pain than this. Now when I get a text message from him it's sort of mean, and it feels like I'm being stabbed in the heart (and that has happened before, so I know for a fact that this pain was worse). I know I probably can't stop that from happening. But I can't help but wonder if he feels the same way. If he gets the little pain in his heart too. I don't think I'll ever know the truth, but I can hope.

He doesn't even notice me at school any more. Like, we pass each other in the hallway and he doesn't even look my way. I think he's doing it on purpose. I try to do it too sometimes, but I fail miserably. I can't help but look over at him. And in the mornings most of the time he's right behind me and I get a warning in my head telling me not to look back. Sometimes it even happens when I don't even realize he's behind me. This morning I knew he was. I also knew that maybe he was looking at me. I could feel it. He was walking slowly up the steps, trying to avoid me. I ran up the steps, almost to tears with the pain it was causing me. I'm debating right now whether or not I should give him this URL, to let him read this; see for himself my thoughts and feelings about this. Maybe he'll laugh to himself, thinking "what a fool." Maybe he'll comment this, telling me how stupid this is. How this shouldn't be happening, that's he's moved on forever. He doesn't need me anymore. He doesn't want me anymore. Now I must ask myself this: am I ready to hear anything like that? Am I ready for more pain? To know he doesn't long for me as I do for him? No. I am not ready for any of that. But I should look at my better possibilities.

Maybe he'll relate to this, come out and say that he loves me. too. Maybe he'll leave a comment on here, telling me his story. But again, there is always the fear that only the bad will occur. Maybe he won't even read this. That would save me some of the grief or depression I would feel. But what if he did read this; what if good occurred? That "if" id what is leading me to get read to copy this URL, and some how get it to him.

It is decided, I want him to see this.

Dang it

Did I forget to mention my weekend? Probably.

Okay, I went to New York yesterday. I had fun and all. We went to about 3 different places to eat (every single one of them made me sick) and walked around aimlessly the whole day. Why, yes, my legs were tired. They still are. I finished a total of 2 books, which is my weekend average. I surprisingly got some sleep on my ride home last night, when I woke up we were no longer in Bryant Park. I got extremely mad before I got on the bus, 1) I was tired 2) Mom and Dad refused to get me this awesome hat that I wanted and 3) 'wichcraft was out of hot chocolate. Whichever excuse you find more reasonable for my moodiness, take your pick.

I ever realized how much Greek mythology is in New York (bare in mind this was only my 2ND trip to Manhattan). In Rockefeller Plaza, I saw paintings/sculptures of Zeus, Hera, and Hermes. I was pretty impressed to see the familiar faces in such a busy city. Now I understand why Percy lived there. His mother has pretty good taste. Once again I am making reference to Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Well, I'm getting really hungry, so this is probably the last blog for the day.

Nobody

Okay, you wouldn't get this unless you know your Greek mythology(such a moi) or if you've read the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, The Sea of Monsters [book 2] to be exact. If you don't I suggest you figure all that out right here. Or you could read the books, they are pretty freaking awesome. I decided to add the whole "Nobody" thing into this because I get called a nobody at school. Thinking of the story always makes me feel sort of.... smug? because I know that I can be just like Nobody and poke your eye out. Okay, if you still don't get that, don't feel bad. Just don't bother getting to know me, because all I exist of is confusion.

Ugh. I know no one reads my blog. So if I were to say...oh, um, I still love Andrew, no one would ever know. And if someone does happen to be reading this, disregard the information I have just leaked in the previous sentence. Just kidding. I don't really care if anyone knows it. Yeah, I'm not over my ex-boyfriend yet. I've come dangerously close to being so, but never completely morphed my feelings. I'm not ready to have another boyfriend and I haven't since he and I broke up. So, I basically refuse to date any one. At least until high school, which is not so far from reach. I did, however, get lead on to the fact that one of the only reasons I had been rejected by Alex last year was because he wasn't dating until high school. I do know that he is still single, which leaves me with a rather large window of opportunity for next year. Maybe by then I'll have finally passed the finish line and be completely over Andrew. Hey, I can dream, can't I?

And I'm back.

Okay, continuing my Andrew topic from earlier and before my computer dies on me. Lwt me put this in short version. I told Andrew something I trusted him with, he ambandons me. Forever. He refuses to speack to me. Says he doesn't want to get in the middle of it again, whatever that's supposed to mean.

Whatever. I'm not wanting to get myself into a grumpy mood. I'm watching Charmed, reading The Sea of Monsters, and typing all at the same time. I'm a pretty awesome mulitasker. Also, I had promised to put the 3rd Twilight trailer out here, but I can't figure out how. Sorry, I'll have to wait and see how to do this.

I really hope that little thing works. It's pretty frickin' amazing, I know. I've watched it sooooooo many times. Probably more than a google amount of times! My computer battery has about 60% left on it. In other words, my time span is growing thinner. Leo better not die on this episode of \Charmed or I'm going to cry and make myself sick again. I did that last night, now I'm getting sick. It sucks majorly.

Ugh, I'm sooo bored. There isn't much to do. I'm going to New York for my dad's birthday tomorrow. Today's his real birthday. He just turned 40 =] I couldn't think of what to get him, so I made him a picture (my mom forgot to go to Michael's and buy me a template for painting).

Hm. For some reason I am finding it hard for me to pick a topic to write about. This blog's going to turn out pretty long. I can feel it. Um..... well, I'm doing good in school. Not good with the guys, though. So, I'm not going to date until high school. That makes it easieron me AND I absolutly adore this one 9th grader who said that he wound't date until high school. That was the only reason he said no when I asked him out last year. Well, that and he wouldn't be able to see me that often. So yeah. Well. Laptop only has 41% left. Guess I have to go and charge it soon.

Grrr.

Okay. Now I'm mad. This is the third blog I've written today. Sad, I know. No need to tell me. No one imformed me that the trailed was coming out at 8:00 pm like Paciffc time or what ever. Because it's 8 now. Well, I've already seen the video. So I guess there's no need to fret about
that, right? Right. Okay, but that's not what I'm really mad about. Andrew refuses to text message me. He was my best friend for 4 years. And now, no. I trust him witht the biggest secret of my life and poof, good bye boyfriend, good bye friendship. Should I lie and say that I'm different? I don't know. More about that later.

Woops?

Apparently the new Twilight trailer had been leaked. Kaleb Nation (aka the Twilight Guy) had had the video on his site with out relizing that it was leaked. I got to see it before he took it off, though. So, I got to see the trailer a little earlier than I was supposed to. I guess that's cool, but I don't understand why people have to be so rude and go against other's wishes and put something out there. Like the Midnight Sun leak. That got me mad. Now someone leaks the new trailer? Who does things like this?! It's not fair to the people who put hard work into this stuff. Though, if I do say so myself, I am pretty pleased with the new trailer. It's pretty intense. I'll put a link out here when I can!

Newer than new.

Yup. This is my first ever blog on here. Cool, right? I have blogged before, don't get me wrong. It's not like I'm a first timer to the big blog world. I have a blog on myYearbook, for those smart people who know what that is. If you don't, don'tsweat it. It's like a myspace but not, considering I'm not allowed to have one of those. myYearbook: www.myyearbook.com Yeah, I wrote a lot of blogs on my account for that. BUT, I desided it was time to change. I only had like one person veiwing it, so I just figured this was cool, too.

Honestly, I don't usually have a topic for a blog. I ramble on and on about stuff that pops into my head. I like blogging better than, like, talking to people. I am pretty shy and my face gets blood red when I'm embarassed. Or if I feel weird talking to someone about something. Like a teacher. If I raise my hand to answer a question. Now, if I'm in the dark or the lights in the room are turned off, I don't blush. I feel comfortable in the dark. Ha, yes, that did sounf kind of weird. Especially since when I was little I was terrified of the dark. But that's only because one night my power went out and the fire in my fireplace went out and there was smoke every where. It scared the crap out of me. I was about 5 when that happened. Now it's been 8 years and I like the dark because I can see perfectly in it. It's not so scary now. Well, not unless I feel someone in the dark with me. That has happened before. I'm talking about like spirits and such things, just to clarify. I don't mean a human or person or whatever. Those I can deal with. Haha.

My dad has no idea what a blog is. Truthfully, I don't know either. But, I do at the same time. If that made any sence what-so-ever. But, yeah. A blog is where I can discuss anything I want. Any topic, any day of the week, any time I want =] It's like a virtual journal. Oh! I just found my definition! Sweetness. Now I'm so proud of myself. Well, I just want to clear things up, I am not a dumb person. I mean I'm not stupid; not that I can't speak. Well, that much would be obvious by now. I am in all accelerated classes; English I, French I, Algebra, Acc. Science, Acc. Social Studies, stuff like that. I'm only in 8th grade so I think that's pretty good. I have A's in all of my classes, I think. My teachers are okay. My French teacher constantly askes me questions because she knows I don't talk in any of my classes unless I feel like it. Hate that about her. That and she's old and mean. Uber strict. And ery, very ugly. She makes all these weird faces that I don't even want to go into detail about. They're the scariest things I have ever seen. I don't want you, dear reader, to wet yourself and have nightmares. You are welcome. Well, my brother is home, so I must go and get him and give him a hug (yeah, we're close and he's only 7, got a problem with that? Oh, no. That's okay, you don't need to report me to the authorities...). Well, au revoir!