Vicious

Holy toledo!

I had to go on Liz’s site just to remember what the name of this one was O.o

I’ve now moved on to http://joyvicious.blogspot.com/

Today I have a small rant then I must tell everyone about my day, just because it was amazing.

Lately I’ve noticed one of my friends trying to be me, I know that sounds vain or something, but I swear it’s not.  I’ve had issues like this before, when people think they have to be an exact replica of another person in order to be their best friend.  It annoys the crap out of me, because I don’t become friends with people to make them me.  I’m friends with them because I’m in love with their personalities and how unique each one is.   If I wanted my best friend to be like me, I’d just become friends with my mirror and forget everyone else.   What I’m trying to say is, don’t change who you are to impress another person.   Be who you are comfortable being and if your friend can’t accept that, then they probably aren’t good enough to be your friend in the first place.  Also sometimes it’s better to have a different personality than your best friend, take my bestestestest friend Megan and I.   She’s a cheerleader, I’m in the drama department.  She loves country, I love various varities of rock & DDR music.  She’s spent her whole life in a town with more than a thousand people, I’ve spent most of mine in a town with only 600-something.  Her and I are completely opposite yet understand every single detail of each other.  Please please please people, be yourself.

Now about my awesome day at school.   First off it was an early release because it’s the last day before winter break.  But the early release was only one little detail that made it so awesome.   In World History & Geography we did nothing but talk and play games, which is pretty great for Urch’s class.  But at 9:00 is when the real awesomeness started.   GUITAR HERO!   And various other games.  The whole high school side of the school turned into a huge holiday party.  There was food, drinks, music, and Guitar Hero.   We had a Guitar Hero competition and the finals were so cool.   We hooked it up to the huge overhead screen in the P.C. along with the speakers.  It was almost like a little rock concert.   Ms. Grimsled broke out some DDR, which was pretty fun.  Speaking of DDR, Dad got me it for Christmas last night along with a pillow that says “JOY” across it and a new cute purse.   I have pictures from today which I’d love to share 🙂

Ron vs Jake, fighting for finals

My amazing best friend Brent and I

My other awesome best friend Ashley and I

The finals, Juniors competing.

Rachel vs Ms.Grimsled (yes, that’s a teacher.  Not a student) at DDR

Hackey sack comp.

Well I’m gonna go find a new hairstyle, on Monday I’m getting my hair cut.

XOXO-

Joy

Once upon a time there was a young girl.  She was very dense and callow when it came to love.   The girl lived life day by day wishing for someone, anyone, to ease a non-existent pain.  Finally a day, she’d never thought she’d have, came.  A boy entered her life and blew her mind with his intelligence and sense of reality.   The mindless girl let the fascinating boy know every detail of her life and told him of this strange pain that had been distracting her.  He made her realize she was feeling only social pressure, the need to fit in when she was meant to stick out.  Soon after she had fallen for the boy.   Obtaining butterflies at the mere mention of his name.  The girl allowed the boy to know her feelings only to learn he shared similar emotions.  Day by day they’d harmlessly flirt with one another, the boy not knowing how strong the girl’s feelings were getting.   The two attempted a relationship not long after, but the girl let her idiocy get in the way and decided to break up with the boy.  Later on in life she had regained her feelings for the boy once again and they flirted like they did in the past.  As her feelings got stronger, his did not.  For he was longing for another girl and he pursued a relationship with her.   Leaving the girl heartbroken and confused, “I thought he liked me, where did I go wrong?   Why am I not good enough?”  she’d repeat to herself constantly.  The girl had found a new boy, but this boy blinded her with cheap dreams.  Making her feel on top, when really she was in the gutters.  Seven months later, the new boy decided he done damaging her and left.  Once again the girl felt low and used, thinking she’d never get to be in the ecstasy she was hypnotized by with that one certain boy.   She had decided to let her fears go and messaged the boy she had been crazy about since day one.   The boy listened and felt the need to help the girl with her pains.   He soothed her broken heart and assured her that he no longer had a relationship with the other girl.   This had given her hope, made her feel like just maybe she could be happy once again.  Days went by and the boy had decided to move on from the girl, he had found a new girl.  A better girl.   The moronice girl that never lost feelings for him was left alone once again and still to this day a part of her wishes he’d realize her.  Also another part of her wishes she could move on.   The poor girl, the meaningless girl.   The end.

Okay this isn’t an angry entry, just that phrase has been stuck in my head because it’s all I’ve heard this week.

Yesterday I was rathered bummed.  It felt like the world was turned against me, well just two best friends.   In second hour I was on the verge of tears, they just sat there and continued to gossip.  I wanted to tell them “Hey, comfort me a little, please?”  but I didn’t.  I went over to the computer and talked to Marie instead.   But I confronted one of them about leaving me out of everything when we had been friends since 7th grade and she hollers “You have a big mouth!”  which was basically a stab to the heart.  I really am not the person that tells everyone’s secrets, I know what it’s like being in that situation so I don’t want to do that kind of damage, unless I don’t care about the person at all.   After second hour was done, I looked for my best friend Brent and talked it over with him.   Which made me feel better, because he just listened and gave me advice.  I don’t know what I’d do without that kid.    But yeah, yesterday was just a pissed off/depressed day.

 I’m sick of cold weather, I swear it’s the worse.   I LOVE snow, but HATE cold.   How odd, right?   I really love the summer more than anything and this coming summer will be the best because I turn 18.  I can finally get my tattoo, which will probably be a tribute to Chris.   The one I’m thinking of getting I found on DeviantArt, here’s what it is:

It’s called “Audio Heart Tattoo Design” by PointOfYou.   I think it represents Chris really well, because music was a huge part of his life and it was a love we shared together.   Him and I talked about music all the time, sometimes he’d call me up just to say “Ey, ya gotta listen to the new song on my MySpace.  You’ll love it!”   God, I really miss him.  It seems like I miss him more as each day passes.  There’s times when I just wanna think, “This is all just a cruel joke he’s playing on us all, he’ll call me soon”  but it’s not a cruel joke at all and I never get that call.   I know he’s gone, just sometimes I don’t want to believe it.   It’s the same exact thing with Natalie.   When times are rough, I want to call her and give her my life story.  But I can’t, because she’s not going to answer anymore because she can’t.   I see her number on my phone and I tear up because I desperetely wanna call it and hear her say “HEY JOYYYY”.   But it’s not going to happen.  

 Tomorrow I’ll be talking to a cosmetology person and hopefully get some more facts about my big time intrest that I someday hope to make a career.   Jess is going to come with me so I don’t have to be by myself.  But I’m kind of excited about it, I really wanna learn more about this profession.   It’s kind of a cliche career now, but it’s honestly been my intrest since I was young.  Then a lot of people think it’s lame, “Just cutting hair, that’s all.  That’s nothing compared to doctors or teachers”  But they don’t look further in to it, it’s more than cutting hair.  It’s creating art, rather it’s just a perm or cut, you’re still making art.   Also I want to make people look good so they feel good about themselves.   It may be hard to see, but a hair stylist or any other profession in cosmetology also helps out the common folk.   I mean it’s true, people tend to feel better about themselves when recieving a new look.

Well I should really get to bed, but more than likely I’ll just play Sims 2 until I feel too dead to move.

XOXO-

Joy