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Writer's Block: Cover me

Which songs have been covered better by artists who didn't originally sing them?


Alien Ant Farm's version of "Smooth Criminal" beats the original every time. The drums and bassline give it an edge that Michael Jackson can't touch.

Writer's Block: Celebrity Overload

Which celebrity are you sick of seeing? Who would you like to see more of?


So sick of Justin Bieber and Kanye.
Love to see more of TV actors in general, not just Hollywood stars.

Crabby.

Testing... is this mood theme working?

Writer's Block: Set the Scene

Empty parking garages, roadside motels, dark caves, dank basements, overgrown forests—what kind of setting makes you feel nervous?
What freaks me out most isn't so much the setting as it is who's there. 
     Let me explain:  last night, my friends and I were hanging out at a park near one of our houses.  It was almost eleven, which is the curfew in my town, and I had to leave a bit early to stop by the 7-Eleven to buy milk for my family.  I didn't give a second thought about walking alone the one block to my friend's house where my car was parked.  On my way there, I approached a group of eight or nine boys who couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen years old.  I'm seventeen, but regardless, the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood up; I felt instantly threatened.  One female with a low-cut top walking by nine males is not a good situation.  
     Looking back, I'm not sure continuing on my path was such a great idea; however, if I had crossed the street, I had an instinctive feeling that they would follow.  So, I reached the corner opposite them and didn't slow my stride.  Immediately, the ringleader barred his teeth, jumped directly in front of me, and spewed out some choice phrases I thought only belonged in the foulest of pornogrophies.  I was so shocked to hear such profanity coming from a junior high boy that I stopped, smiled sweetly, and said in my most condescending tone, "Oh, you're so cute!  But isn't your bedtime about 7:30?"  
     I didn't think he could be any cruder.  He could. 
     To his response I simple dropped any pretense of politeness and hissed, "Show some respect."  I then got out my cell phone to call my friends still at the park, four of whom happen to be varsity water polo players or gymnasts.  Upon seeing the glow of the cell screen, the boys took off.  While hurrying to my car, I asked them to "deal" with the kids should they return to the park; luckily, my guy friends have a fierce protective streak, especially for me as I'm the most petite of the group. 
     Once I reached my car, I backtracked in the direction I thought the gang had fled; sure enough, I drove by just as they were scampering towards the back yard of a McMansion.  They seemed thouroughly terrified, looking over their shoulders.  As I drove by, I slowed to a crawl and angled the car towards their side of the street.
     I'm pretty sure the ringleader wet himself.  
     Last night, I was put in a position where I was acting purely on instinct and could feel the "women's intuition."  Those boys might have been scared, but they don't know that I was probably more threatened and high strung than any of them.  Nine against one aren't odds that I would gamble on next time.

Writer's Block: Talking Ducks

Happy birthday, Donald Duck! Which cartoon character do you think is the most disturbing?
Oh my god.  Running out the door, but I'm coming back to edit this later.

Writer's Block: Significant Choices

If you had to choose between your friends and your significant other, who would you choose?
This is a no-brainer... I'd go with my friends any day of the week.  Maybe I'm just not old enough or in love enough to really appreciate its importance, but I can't imagine going on and surviving day to day without my network of friends.  I would think that losing my boyfriend would be heatbreaking, but I could cope if I knew my friends were there to support me.  If the tables turned and I lost my friends, no one person would be able to remedy that. 

Finals

F.I.N.A.L.S.
Fuck, I Never Actually Learned Shit....

That's so true.  Way to go, me, for managing a 99% in Physics throughout the year then getting a D+ on the final.  But as much as I can't stand people who bitch about finals being too hard, teachers grading too tough, etc, I don't think this one was my fault.  If I'm getting anxiety attacks while trying to do the review packet and during the actual freaking test, I don't know how I'm supposed to focus, let alone get a good grade.  I'm just really freaking happy I kept my A.  Mr. Mshar was probably like "WTF...?" when he entered my grade (might have even cross-checked mine with Garrett Turro's) but whatever.  He's a problem solver; he can ponder over that little curveball for a while.

Huh.  Seems like I only journal when I'm pissed/stressed/angry.  Guess I know what my coping skills are...?  At least it's better than staying up until midnight to do crunches, then going to the gym the next day and running for a hard 21/2 miles.  But that fucking ice cream doesn't help at all.  I don't know why I can't stay away from it... it's like a drug, I swear.  And I am addicted to some shit, so I know what it feels like.  It's like, take my pills, grab some ice cream... I don't know if it's me or the anorexia talking, but it feels like I gain 5 pounds every time I eat some. 

But I know I'm alright.
I do miss Damon, though... I wonder if he misses me...?

After finals, Colleen and I are going to sit down and talk things out.  We both have noticed the sudden, giant gap where the other used to be (I swear it's still like a damn branding iron), but neither of us will bring it up.  I don't know what she's told Jenny and Emily, or if she even remembers what she said to me.  I hope this all turns out okay.
 

Writer's Block: There Can Be Only One

Absolutely.

Writer's Block: Close Call

Accidents happen all the time, and often we walk away miraculously uninjured. What has been your closest call with avoiding serious harm in an accident?
I was driving with a few friends in the backseat, and took a turn way too fast.  My car slid on some ice, up a snowbank, and fell into a ditch, but none of us had so much as a scratch.

Home Sick

So, I woke up this morning with a 102.4 degree fever... weirdest thing ever.  My skin was supersensitive, and it hurt to move my eyes.  WTF?
Anyway, the fever's gone now and I'm almost feeling back to normal.  I think I'm just going to do some AP practice tests for the exam tomorrow... exciting.
I think Damon's getting pretty annoyed that I haven't been around all week.  Obviously I can't be there if I'm sick, but I have been avoiding him somewhat.  His little insecurity issues are really getting to me.  If I hear "Oh, you're just saying that because you don't like me- haha!" one more time, I swear I'm gonna smack a bitch.  Maybe not him though.... I'm pretty sure that would be a relationship ender right there.

And I fucking need to kick this ice cream habit before I change my name to Edy.