Palm Trees

Oh My God, I HATE people! I mean, honestly! What is their problem? People are stuck up, nosy, bitchy, conceited and annoying. People must die! Now, some people might say that I’m being too harsh, but HELLO!!! They’re not gonna want me talking about how much I want them to die, are they? Ugh, they irritate me so much. Today alone I have come across hundreds of people. Do you have ANY idea how that has made me feel? No. Of course you don’t. You’re one of them, aren’t you. I knew it! You’re just like everybody else, going around all day, being a person, it makes me SICK! Like I said, people must die!

Well now that THAT is off my chest, I’m gonna go and see what I’m s’posed to do today. 

I think that Little Red Riding Hood was a bit of an idiot. I mean, was her grandma honestly that ugly and hairy that she could mistake a wolf for her? How insulted would grandma have felt afterwards?

And the name! Couldn’t she be something simple like Anne, or Jane? Who is NAMED after the item of clothing they wear? Surely she wasn’t BORN wearing it, was she?

Does she ever wash it? Her hood, I mean. And on that note, does she ever actually go horse riding? Is her horse named Little Red Riding Horse?

Does Little Red Riding Hood realise that I’m only writing about her to avoid writing what’s on my mind? Nah, like I said earlier, she’s a bit of an idiot.

Ugh, I would KILL to switch places with Little Red Riding Hodd right now. She can deal with my problems, and I can have a grand old time being stalked by grandma/wolves and being saved by sexy woodmen.

What would Little Red Riding Hood do in my place though? Confuse my latest assignment for a birthday card… though that is something I would actually most likely do.

Ugh. It’s all your fault stupid brain of mine! I’ve realised that I never had any problems whatsoever before I started to depend on you. Why are you doing this to me? Is it because I’m not logical enough for you? Well sorry that on most occasions I act like the blond I once was, but is that really reason to torture me?

Maybe I’m too quick to point the blame. Maybe I’m just the biggest idiot on the planet. Nah.

Ugh I’m so tired. I think I’m getting a cold.
 

Well our teacher told us to upload some of our stories or poems to our blogs, but I don’t have any from my poetry anthology that I want to put up here, so I’ll put up another one that I wrote. I don’t have a name for it yet. Any ideas?
 

He was coming
She could hear him coming down the hall
He was coming for her
Just like before
To hurt her
Fear was racing through her
There’s a sound, coming closer
No! He couldn’t have found her
But he did
His hand came up sending her to the wall
Pain
He liked hurting her
He was laughing at her as she tries to stand against the pain
Her vision was blurred
He was taunting her
It was a game
Just like always
‘Play the game, you can win!’ her mind screamed
There was a knife in his belt
It had to be at least six inches long
He wouldn’t expect her to fight
She’d always been too afraid before
Not now
Lunging forward, she tackled him, reaching for the blade
He was laughing again
He thought it was funny; that she’d never win
There was blood
She stared at him in disbelief
His eyes were cold
Dead
And so was he

Yeah, it’s a little morbid, but I like writing poems like this because there’s a lot of emotion in them and there isn’t really a certain structure to the poems, which I like.
 

Well, now that I’m done with that, I still have nothing interesting to write.
 

Meh, I think I’ll go now.
 

Whoo hoo! It’s the last day of school! I plan to go home and sleep before I go to work tonight. 

Today we have to find a person who writes good blogs and tell you about them. I think Laura writes good blogs because most of the time they’re really random. I like random stuff. Also, Laura seems to have a /very/ short attention span at times… actually she does. 
 

Hee hee. My teacher just asked me if I could change my name, what would I change it to? I honestly have no idea. I mean, sure, I HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE^{1,000,000,000} my name, but what would I change it to? Help me out, people.
 

Anyway, now that I’m done with my random babble/rant about my name, I’ll continue my post.
 

Where was I? Oh yes, Laura. Laura is one of the craziest people I know and that definitely carries over into her blog posts. I also really love her stories. If she ever uploads any of her stories, you should read them. And no. I’m not sucking up to her, I’m simply telling you about how much I like her writing.
 

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Yikes I’m bored. Hee hee, yikes… that’s a funny word.

Well I have nothing more to say, so BUH-BYE peoples of the world. I may or may not be back. It depends on my teacher.

Teachers? Well, uh, I generally don’t have an opinion on teachers, but I’ll try and answer the questions. 

Good teachers are teachers that don’t expect too much from people. They understand if you don’t know how to do something, and they try to the best of their abilities to help them learn. 

Good learners. Well that is /definitely/ not me. I mean sure, I like to learn some things, but I’m not that good at it. 

A good learner is somebody who, even if they don’t fully understand something, tries their best to learn. Qualities that good students have are that they are willing to learn, they try their best and they try to make their work more interesting. 

What expectations do I have of this class? Uh, I don’t really /expect/ anything, but I do hope that in this class I will learn how to be a better writer. My expectations of /you/ are that you are not a completely boring teacher, but I already know the answer to that… and no, I won’t tell you what my answer is. 

A good learning environment is where you aren’t bored to death and you learn things worthwhile.  

A producer of information is someone who creates or writes information, and a consumer is somebody who takes in the information written. 

And there you have it. My blog response, which in my opinion is boring, but, yeah, it’s only my opinion. 

Hmm… umm… hi? I have /nothing/ interesting to say, except me and my friends got bored at lunch and we did some weird stuff. We drew on each other’s faces with glue and we put an ice cube in our friend’s belly button and it went red and numb. Actually, now that I think about it, that wasn’t weird for us at all.

OH… I got my English Lit story back today and I got an A+ -does happy dance- Hehe Eden is on Student Enquiries today and she just walked in the room with a giant pair of tongs. I wonder what’s for dinner tonight?

…Uhh… umm… okay I have nothing more to say…

Oh my God I’m am soooo smart. I figured out how to get around how admin blocked my favourite site… but don’t tell them, okay? Good.

I am so not looking foward to going home today because I’m grounded. That means that I can’t use the computer all week -sob- and it is so not my fault at all.

My parents went out to dinner with friends on Saturday, leaving me and my brothers to look after their kids. Of course both of my brothers hightailed out of there, leaving me to look after them. I gave them some movies to watch while I did… homework -cough- yeah, homework. When the ‘rents came home, my little bro told them what I did, and I got grounded. Tell me, is that fair??? And of course, he left out the part that he didn’t look after them, so he didn’t get in trouble.

Hehe, there’s a hole in the wall in front of me, and I can see outside… yes, i get amused by VERY small things.

Hi! My name’s Leslie-anne, but I get A LOT of weird nicknames. Some of them include: Hubert Carmidale, Plum Jam, Lasagne Man (even though I’m a girl), Ella… yeah, I could go on for hours. Most of my nicknames come from the people on my bus – they scare me!

I LOVE fanfiction, and my friend Madi wrote one of my favourite stories on Panic! At The Disco. My favourite fanfiction sites are FanFiction.net and Fandomination.net

I am a born romantic but I CAN’T STAND romantic comedies – they piss me off so much. I’d much prefer a good action or horror movie. I love getting creeped out by movies, but I really don’t like when the storyline is predictable.

There’s lots of other stuff about me, but I really can’t be bothered typing it up