Here are some of the pictures I take. Nature ones, and were earlier this year. Amateur.

Cold Hearted

I am a cold hearted bitch, appartently.  Is it odd that when I heard this, I felt pleasured?  Another part of me wanted to curl into a ball, cry, and yell "How could she SAY that?!" 
But I thought, like the girl I am "cool." 
"When I look into your eyes, I just see darkness.  Emptiness." 
"Oooh, I LIKE that!"  Let's just say, I'm going to store that away as a compliment. 
That's one of my oddities.  I do NOT like being complimented on my school inteligence, or looks. 
Do not like it. 
But. if you touch up on the stuff defined as "creepy," then I'm all smiles.
Did I mention just how odd I am?  And I'm not edven telling you the WHOLE of it.

Deals With The World

Whoever is up there, around here, or down there, has dealt me some crappy cards.
But you know what?
I can still play to win.

Yes, no, or Just Maybe?

Friends.  Now, everyone knows there is no positive yes, or no.  There is a different point of veiw, perspective, or angle. 
So.  No one is completely in love, or positively in love.  But then that means that no one is fully out of love, either.
No true love.  It's a myth. 
Now, back to friends.  No one has perfect friends.  You can look at bad friends, and say "We aren't like that."
Oh, yes, you are. It's just it's internal and little stabs, ones that aren't fully veiwed on display, but definetly not hiding.  No real friends.  No one has that. 

Up For A Swim?

I feel my mind wandering, random thoughts speed by.  I have been writing on my hand in blue ink so I don't forget anything that pops up as I daze into space, swimming deeply in my mind.
Sometimes I wish I could drown in it.  Get so deep, that I can feel the water moving it's way up my body.  Or maybe I could dive in, head first, doing that weird swimming move.
My friend says I swim like a mermaid, while everyone else says I swim like a fish.  All I do is move my body in my wave.
But swimming in my mind, so much that I can feel the waves my my thought process as I swim, would seem so right.

Emotions

I know in the one before that I said I hate crying.  I have found a more detailed answer.  I hate crying in front of people. 
But I like crying.  It's a release of all the bitter emotions flowing out of your eyes.
Crying is something I don't think I can live without.  It's addicting. 

Feelings

I hate emotions.  Well, that's not true.  I like certain  emotions.
I know, thats kinda bad, but still.
I am a female, and emotions are doubled for me.  (I come from a very emotional family)  And I hate it.
Hate
Hate
Hate,
Hate it. 
Hate. It.
The tears, the saddness, the depression.  I hate crying.  I hate it, especially when I can't help it.  I don't even have to be upset, I'll just start crying.  I hate it. 
My little brother has it worse.  Which is odd, since he is male, but it's probably in our blood.  I hate his crying too.  His face gets red, his cheeks like two big tomatose pushed against eachother after a rain storm. 
His eyebrows cave in, and his eyes get red.  
Me?  My nose gets red and my eyes get watery.  My voice doesn't crack, which I sonsider a blessing.  I'll be in a verbal fight, and yelling, I'll start crying and my voice is stilll loud. 
I hat it when they sorta blubber when they cry, like they start talking while their crying andit sounds all watery.  It makes me think of bubbles. 
But I still hate them.  I wonder if I can put them in a test tube and throw them over a bridge. 

I Don't Know What I Want

Doesn't it figure?  I am my own person, base everything on what I want, or what I want to be, and I don't know what I want.
My birthday is coming up, and my mother has been on a trip most of the week.  My birthday is this weekend, and I don't really like birhtdays, but I feel disappointment sit in my stomach when they get me something I don't want.  It makes me feel like a spoiled brat, but I can't stop it. 
I don't know what I want, and even if I did I would make sure that the proce isn't to high for my mom.  But the fact is that I don't know what I want!!  And I have the nerve to feel disappointed that they don't know what to get me, when I haven't even told them what I want becasue I don't know what I want!
Oy!
Confusing?  Maybe.  But I feel disappointed because I know if we go to the city, then I know what we will do.  My birthday is always the birthday that everyone in my family benefits from because I can't figure out what I want.  So we usually do something like, go shopping to stores we all like, but not all like.  Example, one of us could like Best Buy, we will go to Best Buy, even though I don't want to.  But I don't say that.
Oy!
So I don't get that special treatment of this is what you want, so you get it, and everyone is pretending to have fun, even though they aren't, just for the sake of you and it being your birthday.
Yeah.
So not happening for me.
My older brother will be texting his B of a girlfriend, my little brother complaining about how he hates this, and his life, and that he wishes I had never been borm because doing this makes his feet hurt.  And my mother yeeling at them for being lazy, and being downers on my birthday.  Even though sometimes she even forgets to tell me happy birthday, and last year I made my own cake.  But I am the perfect excuse for the boys bringing down her day.
I don't even like birhtdays.
I don't.
Why?  Because I have aged mentally, as well as physically.  So I look, and talk older than I am.  So what's the point of celebrating a birthday I should have celebrated five years ago? 
No, point.
I do know what I want, actually, now that I think about it.
I wanna be left alone.  That means no yelling, no txts, no insults.  Just me being me, with no one around me who is human.   I want everyone to just hop in the car, and drive off for the day.  Leave me alone at the house, just forget that I exist. 
Yeah, I know that when they leave, I will probably ball my eyes out becasue they left(That's puberty for you, as well as female hormones) but give me a few minutes of my pity party, and I will be doing the damn thing. 
By that I mean I will take pictures, climb trees, walk around, listen to my blaring music, clean and dance around the house(yes clean, I have to clean when I'm alone, I don't know why, but I do), play soccer with my dog, and surf the web, as well as work on my book I am wriing. 
And I will be smiling the whole time, well, after the crying fit.  But you get my drift.  I work my best alone.
I don't want to be alone all of the time, but I'm always surrounded by people, and it feels nice to get a load off of people in my space. 
But it hurts when you guess on what I wnat, and you get it wrong.  It does hurt, so it's best if you don't try at all. 
This years family birthday, if we go to the city, is going to see this movie we all want to see.  It makes everything equal, I know, because my brothers feel neglected when someone has a birthday on their birthday, and they don't get anything out of.  But it's perfectly fine when they get the special treatment on their birthday, but it figures.
My older brother gets all silent broody, and texts his girlfriend more than talking to us.  He would much rather allow her to tighten his leasha round his throat(metaphorically, of course) than celebrate my birthday.  My younger one starts crying everywhere we go, and talks about how unfair it is, and starts to pick fights for attettion when that doesn't work. 
Which gives me another reason for me to hate my birthday: It doesn't seem to be my actual birthday.
Forget the fact that threw out the whole school year, I scrape my money together or whenever I can get something for free, I can't think of anything I want so I get something for them for their birthdays.  I right now have a bcasketball for my older brother, mineral rocks for my younger, an old/new movie for my sis, and I am still searching for something for my mom's birthday next year.
I don't even know why I do this.  I just do, think of it like an instinct for whatever "personality" I have. 
I actually belive I don't have a personality, but a mix of them, if you get it. 
People, when they are kids are automattically labeled byt there behavior when they are three.  Which sucks.
I was always crying when I was a kid, so I am labeled a Drama Queen.  People can say that, but really, I know I am a little.  But I am also a little of everything else.  But the Drama Queen stood out the most, so I got that beautiful label.(insert sarcasm here)  But becasue kids are forever told that they were dumb as a baby(blowing spit bubbles or motorboating around the house, rebellious(peeing on doctor who gives you  a shot, fighting the veggies as a kid) or completely oblivious(not knowing your own anem at two!  The horror) 

Heads up people, we were also eating dirt or glue.  Do you really want to figure out our future by the way we took a nap?  Or what our poop looked like after drinking milk? 
If someone is told repeatedly, their whole life, something about them, they believe it.  So you tell your kid "That you are so shy," they will mentally supress all other parts of themselves that don't relate to being shy. 
I am a bit of everything.  People try very hard to label me, but really?  I don' care.  They can say this, but someone else can say another.  It's a different outlook for everyone, because of their different personalities.

You say I wasn't bright when I was younger, and a Drama Queen.  I am passing all of my classes with fying colors, I don't really think of myself as much as Iwwish I did.
But that's just me.  Not you, not him, not her.  Me.  Accept it, move along. 

Weather For Spring

WE have been getting a lot of rain where I am, and I love it.
Alomst everyone in my house doesn't like the rain.  My mother was furious when I went outside in the rain before school and went to school, soaked.   My teachers just shook their heads and threw there hands up in the air.  "You're crazy." 
I don't care.  I am me.  Some say I am brilliant, wise, stupid, stubborn, crazy, dark, dangerous, and creative.   Thing is, I don't change one bit.  I am still me.  People are just giving opinions on what they think about me being me. 
So you can label me with any word, name, or cuss word.  I still will be me, and that's all that matters to me.  Your opinions don't effect me, because I still will be me. 

Back on topic.  We are on Spring Break, and it is raining with wind and thunder.  Which I don't mind one bit.  My family does though, which is normal for them.  My teachers all hated the idea of rain, which is ridiculous.  But they all think the same.  So they all hate the same thing.  Which is disappointing, really.  You would think there would be one teacher of mine that thought outside the box, but no. 

Shame.  But at least the rain can wash away my dissappointment.

Vampires

Vampires are not as popular as Werewolves, lately.  But they're still noticable.  I have been wearing black T-shirts lately, and I read a lot of Fantasy and Fiction books.  And I admit, my canine teeth are naturally that sharp.  I really don't sharpen them, or anything else ridiculous.  But because of these things, I have been accused of being a Vampire by kids younger than me, as well as my age. 
Really? 
I don't want to be a Vampire.  I am not a Vampire.  I am me.  ME!  Not something that you can focus all your Edward Cullen energy on. 
Get some help.  I don't fund that.
I am HP all the way.
So, AVADA KEDAVRA!!!

Gays

Why are you hating on someone who enjoys one sex over the other?  If you hate them for that, then they have the right to hate on people who are straight.  Why are you interested in that sex over the other?  Hmm?  If you can give me your "reasons," I can guarentee that those can come up with a better retort.  You bleed the same blood, you can have the same opinions of someone who is gay.  THEY AREN'T ALIENS!!   They are normal people.  And besides.  With the economy and the world crashing down around us, don't you people have other problems?  Or do you plan on living in your own little world that being gay automatically means you have sold your soul to the devil?
THEY ARE HUMAN BEINGS!!  And if you turn away from someone who is gay, then you probably aren't human.  Because humanity has HUMAN in it for a reason people. 
They are not from another planet.  They are born in this world, dimension, and have parents like you do.  Why do people like chocolate instead of vanilla?  Are you hating on everyone who doesn't like what you like?
Are you really that stupid?
If everyone was the same.  THE SAME, I know a lot of people who would shove a fork in there brains.  Me included.
No one would be unique.  If we were all exactly the same, if you did something, or came up with an idea, then everyone would have thought of it too.
Example, you thought of a picture to paint for an assignment.  And everyone had the same picture the next day. 
It would suck, wouldn't it?  No creativity.  No unique ideas.  Just the same thing, over, and over, and over again. 
We should be proud that people are different.  Because being different make us, us.  You re a shy , sensitive girl.  Who doesn't speak up in class, but secretly is a fantastic singer.  You're the boy next door, just moved into a new town and you are frustrated with making new friends.  You were a woman who married a man because he was determinded to have you, and is having affairs behind your back. 
And you have descided to get a divorce. 
You have descided to oin a sport team to make friends.
You have descided to join a choir.
The voice of the shy girl makes her her, the boys confidence to join a team makes him him, and the womans independence gave her the answer to divorce his ass.   It makes them them.
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I Got a Thrill

I was sleeping, dreaming.  I can't remember what, but I remember the feel of my dream.  I was in a room, searching for something.  It was important that I got what it was, and suddenly the door opened.  A woman with red hair was standing there.  I woke up.  4:56am.  I layed down, and I felt my heart race.  I could hear it, and could visualize it pounding.  The thrill of being caught.  Of being on edge, and having one of the worst things happen during an intense operation, is being caught.  I can only imagine what it would be to get away with it.  To some how, escape the red haired woman, and run.  I know this, I loved the sensation of my heart racing, and not because of too much exersise.  It was one of the most desired experiences I have ever had.

So Coincidental

I have these rare feelings.  These feeling that make me just want to crawl into bed, and hide under the covers from whatever is making me feel this way.   It sits in my stomach.  Makes me feel uncomfortable.  And, sadly, a little frightened.  Everytime I've had it, something, or someone ends up dying within a week.  I've had it with three animals, and two people.  I had my first one with the family bird.  I was heading to the dentists with my ex-dad, and I mistook the feeling that I had for the dentist.  The bird died while I was getting novacane for the pain. 
Second time, I was looking up criminal record of my father, to see if he had one.  I had a bad feeling at around eleven in the morning, I figured it was me realizing that I had no right to see if my dad was hiding a crime from me, and that I should just leave it alone.  An hour later and a little over half an hour later, my dog got hit by a car. 
Third time, my dog was jumping around, and sitting in my lap.  I was struck by the feeling while having him in my lap while I read a book on the couch.  I figured it was because of the test coming up, though I never usually worry about tests.  I ended up studying double time for it.  A few days later, my dog died. 
With people, it might have been me just predicting death for the helluva it.  Too bad I don't do that.  I was sitting in my bed reading, when I suddenly didn't want to do anything on Wednsay.  I walked out of my room and annouced that something was going to happen Wednsday that I was not going to like to my family.  A day later, I heard that we were having picture day.  I hate pictures.  So I figured that was it.  On Wednsay, my best friends grandma died. 
I had a bad feeling while I was watching BONES on the computer with my sis, and Ithought I was stressing about having another day of my drama filled school.  Next night, me and my sister were again watching BONES, when we got a call from our aunt.  Our grandmother had passed away a that night. 
I think it was probably just lucky guesses that didn't actually bring luck, but I'm still unsure.  I don't know what to think of it.  I've told only one person about the majority of these events, and she now gets scared when I say I don't feel good.  I don't know.  I'm hoping typing this all up will clear my head a bit.

Seasons

I love Fall, as well as Winter.  I really didn't complain when Winter was unexpectly extended.  But though I may love this season, I can't live in blissful ignorance and just admire snow.  No, I have to think about how badly we have ruined the environment to have a longer Winter.  We have messed up the balance.  And we can't turn back now, we have to handle this, and adapt.  There's no changing the damage that is already done.  So all of you that may complain, and nag at everyone about the cold, chilly winter.  You are making it worse by littering, smoking, driving.  Just about everything.  So if it's bothering you that much, make so major changes in your life so that it doesn't get any worse.

Subtle is Not That Subtle

My teachers make it obvious that thye don't approve of what I do, but act like they are the reason I am so "smart."  Like they have taught me so well, every compliment I get, is because they made me who I am.  uh, no, you did not.  You don't approve of the books I read.  You don't approve when I speak my mind.  You don't approve when I chase guys around the room when they insult my friend. You don't approve of what I wear.  You don't approve of the fact that I am me, and I am proud to be me.  SURPRISE!  I like who I am, because I do waht I want.  I am truly sorry that you are miserable in your life, and decide to point out the "problems," in mine.  I am happy with my ideas, and choices.  It is not my fault that you are unhappy.  I did not write your name on your marriage liscense.  I did not kill your son in a car accident.  I did not steal the man of your dreams.  Leave me alone.

Siblings Who Think They Are The New Jesus

Ug.  My little brother has the ego the of the universe, and the brain the size of a peanut.  He literally just screamed "BLAH BLAH BLAH" at me because I told him to do his homework.  In his book, he is the smartest and greatest little boy, a true Christian.  Lately, he has been saying I'm going to go to hell, and Jesus doesn't love me.  He won't even do his homework.  His answer for everything is that I'M stupid.  Forget the fact that he is failing ALL his classes, and he has been held back twice.  And I, am passing all my classes with flying colors, and I am tutoring my friends.  I refuse to give an answer when people say I am smart, as well as join the other class.  The school has split my grade into two classes.  Popular Good kids, and Unpopular Troublmakers.  I am in the latter, though they have offered to put me in the other because of my intelligence.  I refuse, sticking to the reasons that.
A.  My friends are in the "Dumb Class," snd I refuse to leave them.
B.  I would kill all of the popular kids on the frst day.
C.  I am good at these subjects.  Nobody's dumb, they just aren't good int that subject.  Some are fantastic in art, and crap out in Math.  You are smart in this subject, but not in the other?  No.  You are smart.  Always. Just not perfect.
In my brothers book, he is god, and that I am just impossible to deal with.  Like, he can have 2+2.  And he will claim it equals 5.  I will try to explain it to him, walk him threw it, and write it down, but he will still claim that he is right and I am wrong, and that I am just too stupid to understand such a simple question.  Sigh.

Frustration Kicks In

Ug.  Mother says she doesn't restrict me at what I read, but refuses to let me get books on Wicca.  Some characters in my books are Wiccans, so I feel I should educate myself in the religion.  So that I can get a better feel of it.  But she refuses to let me.  I do not like living in a world of ignorance, and I like to learn what interests me.  If I do not understand something, I get a book.  (I read a lot of books)   If I like something, I get a book on it.  If I hit a block, it nags at me.  Eating at me, until I HAVE to do it.  So this is not a good thing, and I fear that soon I mght implode.