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Alright. I'm here now. So I have about ::counting in head:: 5 Twitter personas. And in one of my "families", we have a website (which I'm proud to say I am an editor of, it makes me feel happy). Well I was chosen to have a "Bookshelf" because I'm always talking about books. I just recently posted a few books I've enjoyed their, and I think I'm going to copy them over to here, so stay tuned, folks!

Because this is a blog, I am going to vent, because I see that as a blog's purpose. I really don't care if you think I'm boring, or whiney, or all of the above, this is for me.

Woke up today at 5 ish. Wasn't very happy, because this means I loose 45 mintues of sleep. My cat is pouncing on my head, running around on the bed. So I knew I wasn't likely to fall back asleep any time soon. As usual, as I am about ready to actually wake up, I fall back asleep. I wake up half an hour to the sound of my cat eating some flowers I have in my room. It's about 5:40 now. I have to be up by 6.
I yell at the cat and she proceeds to jump on me. Startled in relization, I get up and turn my light on.
The previous night, my parents had told me to go to bed. (Meaning lights out, go to sleep) So I closed my door and read with the light on for about an hour or so. (Breaking for Twitter here and there).

I feel asleep without getting up again.

Being my paranoid self, I was really worried that the cat had decided to take a leak in on my floor. She hadn't, but I was already up and moving, so I opened my door to let her out. She runs out, and then turns around and walks back in.
Typical.

This is when I rememered that I forgot to do my science and English homework. I raced over to my computer to convert the powerpoint to the jump drive, while decideding that I could do the English at lunch.

My hair, of course, didn't want to work. And my makeup, of course, left me with mascara all over the bridge of my nose.

Somehow managing to not spill yougurt on my shirt while eating, I was making my way to the door to get in the car.
Turns out, my mother was having an equally crappy morning, so she was not a good person to vent to.
Get to school, later than I like to be. Forrest (only the cutest, funniest, compassionate, talented senior to walk the halls of my highschool) is, as usual standing my locker. Please keep in mind that I am a freshman in highschool, and all the lockers surrounding mine are freshman students.

uno.

Hello all. I can't take it anymore, I need to start a blog.

I'd love to write the entire contents of my brain and my heart on this website right now, but I'm swamped with homework due to my own procrastination.


So I'll talk to you later!


PS. Check out my Twitter! http://www.twitter.com/schmaely