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BREAKING NEWS:Man fatally shoots estranged wife in West Linn police parking lot.

I'm not sure why I don't write blogs as much anymore. It may be because my Writers Workshop class is over, which I passed by the way. Or it could be because I've been branching out and hanging out with people after school. Hey, it beats coming home everyday and lying in my bed. I've done too many years of that to even count.
Recently I have been hearing that people are worried about me not being social with the other Art Tech students. I was incredibly pissed off and annoyed once I heard this. Do the adults at my school watch me every second of every day to see who I talk to? I don't think so. I talk to a great majority of the kids there, it's just that there are some that I would rather not converse with. Especially the wanna-be goth punk rocker kids. Fucking posers.
Anyways, I don't believe that people should worry themselves with me. I come to school everyday, I'm rarely ever late, I turn my work in before anybody else and I get all my god damn credits. I don't even cause problems with other students. So why do they choose to keep an eye on me? I have know fucking clue. In my opinion, they have no idea what goes on in front of them. I think the school would be way better if they gave a damn about the kids who actually need help.
On a lighter note, I dyed my hair dark brown last night. It was getting to orange. And Lisa went and bought the new Portishead Cd. It's pretty amazing, I recommend buying it.

Tweet tweet. Beep.

I like the way you look at me, and the way you say my name.

I like the way your chest smells and the way you tell me you love me.

I like it when you kiss my forehead and the way I could live inside  your T-shirt.

I like the way you touch me and hold me. 

I like your cutie pie face and when you share your cigarettes. And the way you talk to Beans Cat.

I like our painting sessions, and never want them to end.

I like that I'm your Juliet.

I like my goodnight texts. 

I like the way you'll sit in my bad for hours and not get bored.

I like the way you move my hair out of my face.

I like the way you care about me.

I like that you'll listen to me rant all the way home.

I like that you're my Spency.

Cocaine nose jobs.

Any time? Yeah, that's what I thought too. I soon figured out, by watching him that it certainly was not true. At that point it was a complete let down, not to mention the buzz-kill that shortly followed. He entered the room by falling through the doorway. Everyone that was already there stopped what they were doing and just watched him as he rolled around on the floor laughing hysterically. One of the under-age girls broke the silence by asking "Well, shouldn't we, like, uh do something?" She obviously hadn't been to a party at the infamous Evan's house before. No one replied to her, which made her even more confused. I sat wondering why they even let her inside the house.
I had never seen her before and it wouldn't be bad if I never had to again. She was the type of girl that I spent my whole life trying to avoid. She tanned way to much, she looked like a tall glass of no-pulp orange juice. Her hair was bleached blond and there was dark brown roots showing through. That led me to the conclusion that she was just another follower. She sat on the brown couch with a clueless look on her face. Her legs were crossed and she dangled her black leather heel at the end of her toes. She finally notice me looking her up and down. She glared back and said "What the hell are you looking at???"
"Get the fuck out, aren't you still in high school?". I think she was surprised that I replied like that, she acted as if no one had ever stood up to her before. I got up and stepped over Evan who still lied on the ground, now passed out. I walked into the kitchen and got another Corona out of the fridge. I sat down on a chair and noticed Taylor sitting next to me shaking to get his next fix. He began to tap his fingers rapidly against his knee. It made me sick to see him like that, so I returned to the living room. To my satisfaction, the Hollywood wanna-be had left.
I sat down on the couch in the spot where she once was. I looked around at everybody, they were clearly enjoying themselves. I sure as hell wasn't, I was bored; bored with the people who sat around getting shit faced. Sometimes it bothered me. My mind faded back to the question I had asked my self earlier. Anytime? It was somewhat hard to comprehend. I didn't know what to do next.

He had a 45 that he always cleaned.

I'm at the point of thinking that you're to far gone now, it's too late. You used to be a good friend, probably about a year ago. Then you let the every day life consume your well being. It was depressing to see you fall harder and faster each day. I suppose that's the reason that I stopped hanging out with you. It was so childish, I couldn't believe it.
You got more immature every time I saw you, it got to the point of it being exhausting to talk to you. You need to pull yourself back to reality, how did you get so damaged?

Hey pretty.

It's sad because you put you're self between a bullet and a target. What about when it's the things you always think of? I don't know what will happen then. I've been seeing you for years. That mini bar was great, thank god you don't remember. I'd never touch another drink as long as I live. This is your last chance to kill the pain. I fight for my meals. Put on your party dress, please? Maybe if they weren't here it'd be better. She's kind of active though. Arrest this man, he talks in maths. I've given all I can. You gave this. Pealing furniture. The saucer turned pink. I bounce back quicker than most. It's sad to her like this. Want to hang out downtown? We can sit and think, I'll be waiting. Sometimes I miss Lux and Turner. They'll come back some day. Is this how you wanted it to be? I wish I was someone else. Fucking well come and find me. Can't anybody see? Sometimes it feels wrong. I leap across 304. I'd rather sleep in someones lap. Lets take the long way home. C'mon! I'll be part of the furniture. It was better in the past. I never see it.
I don't know where I've been, tell me everything that I did.

Rolly-Polly Beans.

About a 3 to 4 years ago I had a dog. She was a German Shepherd, her name was Sian. She was my best friend; there for me no matter what. One day we noticed something on her paw. We took her to the vet and the doctor told us that it was a sist and that it would eventually just go away.

Probably close to a month later, we continued to notice that it was getting bigger. We to her back to the same vet, they informed us that it was a Cancerous tumor. It had to be removed and then she'd be fine. We spent the money on the surgery, again waited a month, I was the one that found the new tumors on her neck.

There wasn't any way that she could have been saved, we had to put her down. I don't think that I was ever the same after that day. I was crushed, it's one of the weirdest feelings when something you saw everyday, just wasn't there anymore.

I have a cat, her name is Beans. My mom bought her from the Humane Society for me, for going back to school. She made everyday better for me, she's the cutest thing ever. About 5 to 6 months ago I started seeing something strange growing on her ear. We took her to the same vet that we had taken Sian to. They said that they thought it was ring worm and to put her on a certain medication that they gave us. First of all they put her on the medication before they even knew what was wrong with her.

It ended up not being ring worm at all, they then decided that there was nothing wrong with her and insisted that it would go away. 3 months went by and it began to progress. At that point we sure as hell weren't going back to that vet. We found a new one and made an appointment. When we went, the place was really nice and so were all of the doctors. The vet that examined her took a skin scraping of her ear. They told us the results would be in in the next couple days.

The vet called the next day and told us that it was a Mast tumor; cancer. When I heard them say that, a my whole body went numb and all I noticed was the tears that were streaming down my face. It was the most horrible thing I had ever felt, since Sian. They did say that it could be treated and that the survival rate was high. It made me so unbelievably angry at the other veterinary facility. It didn't really make sense how any of them could get jobs with being so idiotic, and how it could happen twice.

Beans and I.