Solitary confinement

I. Have. Problems. And they're not normal problems like "my boyfriend broke up with me" or "I made my first B today in Math" or some stupid and easy to fix problem like that. No, I am addicted to solitare! Solitare: the game for the Forever Alone. But I'm not Forever Alone! I have friends! But, since my obsession with Solitare started, I have pushed my friends away to play this dastardly game and, in doing so, condemned myself to Solitary Codnfinement. Even my grades have suffered. In English, we were given an assignment, and every answer that I gave was written in either red or black ink. And that's not even the worst... I'm allergic to EVERYTHING, and lately have been sick and losing my voice. This presents a problem, seeing as I am a very loud, very obnoxious person. Everything I say is at full volume, and if I get excited, it gets even louder. So now, I can't say ANYTHING and I feel like I'm going to explode if I can't express myself in some way; so I've resorted whispering loudly and trying to speak sign language. I kind of look like a choking 5 year old... I'm also super OCD, and I have a touching problem... I don't like touching and I hate being touched. It's weird, but I have to deal with it everyday. And it sucks. And now, my biggest problem: I'm sitting here, blogging while I should be doing Biology...so with that, I bid everyone adeu. -Raven

Mr. Society

So, it has recently come to my attention more severely than usual that we live in a society in which a text is far more valuable than a spoken conversation;People believe that typing "lol" and "jk" at the end of a rude comment makes everything all better, and proves that all of their relationships are fine! It makes me completely sick that there are people-- fellow students walking in the very hallways that I walk in-- who face extreme bullying and abuse from others; it can be a serious challenge just for them to survive a single day. Whether it be for size, beliefs, or sexual orientation, I don't believe that anyone deserves to be discriminated against for those reasons! I wish that my generation could learn this simple concept, but everyday I witness my peers setting a poisoned example for others. There must be some heart inside of them, but I find myself in a continuous struggle to see them. I know that I look to my faith, family , and friends constantly, but what about those who don't believe in God, have no family, and no friends. I pity them. I pray for them, and I pray for society. I do truly hope that humanity will see God, and learn that HE is the only key to true happiness! And, on that note, I bid you goodnight. :) -Kristen :)

Mr. Dentist

The Dentist: the place where kids enter screaming and or crying, as their mothers attempt to unlatch their children's claws from the doorway; it is a swirling hurricane of gross, disgusting, and buzzing noises-- not to mention that every single dentist office I've EVER been in smells like a mixture of water and latex!!!! The dentist is a form of everyone's one personal form of torture!! ISN'T THAT COMFORTING?!!! Okay-- I may have exaggerated a bit on that last point. I guess I'm just furious with the whole dental industry at the moment because my entire face is completely numb, and constantly twitching!!!!! I am personally starting to believe that the dental hygienist enjoys testing how much "numby- stuff" will fit in the serenge! C'mon people!!! You already gave me two shots, thoroughly enjoyed shoving cotton in my mouth, and NOW you must think it amusing to watch me flinch in the chair while injecting me with that gross tasting serum!!! I tried to drink water when I got home, and my mouth just dropped open effortlessly, leaving me drenched and angry, while my brother laughed at me relentlessly. However, I have found a small glimpse of happiness through all the pain and suffering! Have you ever taken into consideration all the everyday tasks you could do while in the dentists chair that would make your dentist spazz out? Exhibit A: sneezing. I can't even fathom their expressions If you just had like a sneeze and or cough seizure when their face is so close to yours!! Exhibit B: Mr. Dentist always enjoys having a complex conversation with you while his hands are shoved down you esophagus, so why not reply to all of these stupid questions. For instance, a typical question any stereotypical dentist would ask is: "So what are your plans for the summer?" instead of just sitting there while your dentist answers himself like he usually does, Answer him! It will most likely sound similar to that of a tortured and dying Humback whale!! Exhibit C:vomit. Just throw up in the chair in front of him and everybody. Do I even need to explain why this might make anyone feel a bit befuddled? What are some other funny things that you think would distract your dentist?? Let me know! :) Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try to drink something again without being forced to change clothes! -Kristen :)

Prince Muscles

We have this guy in our school who is really hot. We nicknamed him Prince Muscles...... Little did we know how awful that would backfire. It all started during Health.....

Hannah: Oh my gosh! That guy is soooooo hot!
Kristen: Which one?!
Hannah: Blue shirt, grey shorts.
Kristen: Oh! He is hot!
Me: Look at his muscles!!
Hannah: He looks like a prince.
Kristen: Prince Muscles!

A few months later....

Immature Friend: Hey look! It's Prince Muscles!!
Me: Don't say that so loud!
Hannah: Oh my gosh, he's looking at us!!
Kristen: Who?
Hannah: PRINCE MUSCLES!!
Prince Muscles' Friend: Hey! Why are you staring at us?!
Another Friend: Get lost you guys!
All of us: OH MY GOD!!!!!

We quickly made our way to our Safe Place: the locker room. We were so close. We only had five feet to go! But, as we were approaching the locker room, something unthinkable happened...

Immature Friend: Hey look! Prince Muscles again!!!!
Me: No!
Kristen: Immature Friend, you need to just be quiet!
Immature Friend: (at the top of her lungs, no less) HEY PRINCE MUSCLES!!!!!!!
All of us: NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!  

Then, we ran into the locker room, and had a panic attack. Prince Muscles had not only seen us staring at him, but now knew our nickname for him!! It was awful! Our lives were over! We were screaming and (over-reacting) making a scene. We were rolling on the floor, making odd noises and freaking out, and then this chick poked her head and said (in a very low and tough voice indeed) "Shut up!"
Oh no! We had thought the locker room was sound proof! Our eyes widened as it sank in: all of the things we had said on that room. All the secrets told. All the weird spoofs and games we had masterminded in this very room had been witnessed by everyone in the gym. Our Safe Place had been compromised!



-Raven

Pilot

Hi guys. Or girls.......whatever... We're just....freaks. Who, by way of overreactions and velociraptor sounds, successfully embarrass ourselves in front of everyone. But if the "norm" is standing around gossiping about other people and being just plain boring, we certainly do not want to be a part of that! We're weird, but that's just the way we are! We wouldn't want to change for the world because WE HAVE FUN!! So.....just enjoy our tangents and embarrassing stories!! :)