Getting Back to My Inner Me

So it happened. We all knew it was. Because suddenly without sign... I CRACKED! Yes, Huebert and Nuiscance. I ate meat. (Sorry Nuisance)It is incredibly hard for me not to. I love to eat meat and I love to cook. And I just don't think its right that I can cook an animal, but refuse to eat it. So I have decided I will eat meat and, just like Indians, pray for the animals forgiveness and give my thanks. And to add to this I am becoming much more spiritual. To many people have become veg. I have this thing about being different. So I will be all spiritual and stuff. Don't get me wrong. I am still on a quest to make myself a better person. Just... now it's to find out more about those around me. People always tell me I am an old soul. Now to find out about my past lives...

East Coast Trip is coming up. Thats where I go with my school to travel to New York (yay!), Washington D.C, and other less famous places. And guess what? We get to fly there. Yay. Not. I hate flying. But I want to see more of the world, and I can suck it up. It'll all be worth it. Unless my plane crashes and I die. Gah!!! Shut up, brain, Shut up! Huebert doesn't need to worry! I'll try to sneak my labtop so I can keep writing.

Pretty soon I have to decide what classess I need to take in high school. I love to cook and would like to be a chef, which would be liberal arts.
But I also love animals and nature and might want to be a vet so maybe Bio. Maybe in college, a major in Bio, and minor in Liberal Arts. I don't know. Its so sad that a 13 year old girl is already forced to think about college. So give me your opinion. What should I do - Chef or Vet? Just from what you know about me. It really isnt fair I have to choose. As my friend Sweet (the band) would say:

"All over the land

The kids are finally startin' to get the upper hand

They're out in the streets,

they turn on the heat

And soon they could be completely in command

Imagine the sensation of teenage occupation

At thirteen they'll be learning

But at fourteen they'll be burnin'

But there's something in the air

Of which we all will be aware

But they don't care, no, no, no, no... so

Come join the revolution, get yourself a constitution

Come join the revolution now

And recognise your age it's a teenage rampage

Turn another page on the teenage rampage now

So recognise your age it's a teenage rampage

Turn another page on the teenage rampage now!

They're getting it on, ain't doing it wrong

And they're gonna do it , it won't be long

They gotta be heard, they got the word that really belongs

And now they're coming on strong

Imagine the formation of teenage legislation

At thirteen they were fooling

But at sixteen they'll be rulin'

And there's something in the airof which we all will be aware

But they don't care, no, no, no, no... so

Come join the revolution, get yourself a constitution

Come join the revolution now

And recognise your age it's a teenage rampage

Turn another page on the teenage rampage now

So recognise your age it's a teenage rampage

Turn another page on the teenage rampage now!

There's something in the air

Of which we all will be aware, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... so

Come join the revolution, get yourself a constitution

Come join the revolution now

And recognise your age it's a teenage rampage

Turn another page on the teenage rampage now

So recognise your age it's a teenage rampage

Turn another page on the teenage rampage now!"

If only...


Lalalala,
Spaz xo

P.S still working on that super large post... Please, Huebert, LEAVE A COMMENT!

Life, Fights, and Cramped Closets

Seeing as you all abandoned me, I don't see why I keep writing in this blog. But in the hopes that somehow I still have a secret reader who refuses to send out a comment, I shall continue writing.And I wont even beg you to leave a comment. I'm generous that way.

As of right now I am curled up in my cramped closet with pillows and blankets and this cruddy old labtop. If you are wondering why I would sacrifice the ability stretch my legs out straight I will tell you why:
It is simply because I am furious at my parents.

I know, I know. You, my imaginary reader (I think I will name you Huebert) is wondering what my parents did to put me in such an uncomfortable position. Well Ill tell you Huebert!!! They called me fat!
So at first I took in stride. Said a few snide comments, etc. etc. Then I called Child Services as well. Here is the conversation:

*Ring*
*Ring*
*Click*
Hello, Child Services, Linda speaking.
Moi: Hello Linda. I have something to report.
Linda (in a serious voice): Yes? What is it?
Moi: My parents called me fat and I feel extremly insulted.
Linda: ...
Moi: Hello?
Linda: Thats not a valid reason to report somone.
Moi: What? How? Don't you know 13 is a very impressionable age? I can be scarred for life!!!
*Click*
Moi:...
Moi: Did you hang up on me?
Moi: ...
Moi: Yes? Ok. Bye.

Those are the kind of adults that are running the world right now. Will minors ever get help from the old?

~Spaz~

P.S I have an update of my life on another computer. I'll post when I get internet back on that computer.

If Im not on...

My lovely readers I am sorry to say I am grounded. I am sneaking on right now while babysitting so sshhh. If you don't hear from me for awhile don't worry.

~Spaz~ God Bless for being so patient.

Isn't it all just kind of pointless?

Well I have officially given up on Anthony. I mean I still like him but honestly what is the point? He won't ever like me so I don't see why I cant just leave it. We started talking now, too. Now I see its really hopeless. Sure we have a lot in common but thats just it. We have to much in common! He will just start looking at me as a friend... like all guys. Plus whenever I get the guts up to tell him I have to talk to him I cant do it. I fantisize about it but I just cant DO IT. And I guess it doesn't help that now that I am a humanitarian (I hope I used that correctly) I have began wearing baggy shirts. But I am also working out so when I go back to my feminist clothing I'll look fab. I hope...

In other news, the counselors have called Allysa to the office. She still hasn't confronted me but its just a matter of time. And then my friend was mad at me for something I said 2 weeks ago!!! After that I just snapped. Yep, my 1 reader out there, the waterworks turned on. It was horrid. And when everyone was being extra nice to me. There must be something wrong with me if someone being compassionate to me makes me cry.

That actually makes me think though... I guess I'm not that pretty.... But when I look in the mirror nothing seems TO wrong. My hair is kinda pretty. Dark brown with natural red highlights. Green and gold/brown eyes (hazel) that in my opinion looks like dieing avocados. Freckles (ugh) but tannish skin. To long legs. To tall. What my friends call 'curvy' but we all know is just a polite way to say fat. Blah Blah Blah. Ugly Ugly Ugly. Im hurting my eyes by looking at myself. Eekers. Buh Bi.
~Sami~ xoxo

When???

I found my first day as a vegetarian with a hugo problemo. My dad to make barbecue with ribs. As a huge rib lover this was a big temptation. But I resisted temptation and just ate corn, beans, and a barf burger - er - veggie burger smothered in barbecue sauce. And I didnt give in!I stayed Veg! I can actually do this!

In celebration, I made a present to myself, a orange bracelet with a knitted center thing. Orange is the color to represent animals (don't ask me how I know this; I know way to many useless facts.) so it works. As long as my bracelet stays knotted on my wrist I will be vegetarian. Yay!

"Don't you know that you are a shooting star?" sings my ipod.
"Yes, I actually do." I reply back.

I CAN DO ANYTHING!

So when do you think will be a good time to confront Anthony?

~Spaz~ <3

Salutes to you, Gordo

Gordo - R.I.P
Forever you will be Remembered

I just read the saddest thing. Gordo apperantly died in a very sad way... Here is the little paragraph from rateitall.com:

Gordo, a spider monkey, traveled to space in 1958, becoming the first monkey to do so. Gordo traveled more than 1500 miles in a rocket before splashing back down into the South Atlantic. Sadly, Gordo's parachute failed to open, and the rocket's nose cone sank, dragging Gordo to a hero's death. The Pentagon assumed responsibility for the tragedy.

Poor Gordo. We love you Gordo! It wasn't all in vain, you changed history! We hope you like your home at the big Jungle Gym in the Sky!

~Spaz~

P.S Pip Pip to Nuisance!!! She made herself a blog!!! Here is the link.

Progress Report of Goodlyness #1:

Here my progress to becoming a enlightened person:

Moonridge Animal Park: $363.50 donated by Spaz!!!!


Vegetarian Day 1: Just to inform you all I am not hard core vegan. I still eat seafood. Sorry shrimp, and fish, and all you dolphins caught in the net for cruelty of fishing...

Volenteering: If I do remember, I have to make an appointment a day before. I'll do that.

Now that I think of it, in my quest to a better person, I will become (gulp) a good student. Mostly for my parents hearts, but also because we know that smart people in the universe sometimes get to be presidents.

Good Student Day 1: Doing homework. I feel very strange inside...

In my opinion I am off to a very good start... Hope you guys support me in my do gooderness. I think I will also create a shrine to Gordo, the first monkey in space. You can see Gordo in the upper right and upper left corner. He looks so sad. Imagine being all alone in space... and on the left photo he looks so resigned to his fate...

Love,

Spaz - Thanks Gordo!!!