Short-Story Time!

(WARNING: Today I am in what you could call an 'emo' mood. So, this short story I'm writing for no reason will probably reflect that...heh. I just REALLY felt like writing...Hey, if you do read it, tell me if you liked it or not...I may wanna post it on Fictionpress or Deviantart or something... XD)
 ---
She ran. She couldn't help herself. How was she to know they would take it so seriously? The expressions that had so quickly turned from sympathy to disgust were burned into her mind, like the imprint on your eyes if you stare into a bright light for even a moment. Always there, whether your eyes are open or closed.
She noticed she had slowed down, thinking about these expressions. She sped up again, not trying to wipe them from her mind. They were right, she was wrong. She was stupid. She was ignorant.
She was disgusting.
She deserved having those hated glances stuck in her mind. Why did she run when they called her name? She should have stayed, should have accepted the punishment for being so ignorant.
Couldn't she have pretended? Couldn't she have hid the fact that she was so numb to sympathy? To anything, really? She should have. Then they would still like her.
No, she thought. They wouldn't. They wouldn't like me. They'd like the person they thought was me.
She slowed to a stop in a dark, unused hallway. She forgot where she was for a moment, until she saw the stretched.
Oh, yeah. The hospital.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind her. Or were they in front? They were coming from everywhere.
Pat, pat, pat.
Click, click, click.
Bum, bum, bum.
So many. So many. She covered her ears and ran to the nearest door, adding her own hurried footsteps to the already overwhelming mix.
She ran in and shut the door. What did they want? What did they WANT? She felt a sudden loss of strength, and fell to the ground. She didn't have the will to move out of her position. She lay there, sprawled on the floor, as if some distracted god had dropped it's doll and forgot about it.
Maybe they really had.
The door opened. The girl only had enough strength to slide her eyes up towards the intruders.
Her friends.
Friends?
She didn't know.
One of them said something. It was muffled, it seemed. The speaker got more and more frantic as she spoke, but the girl on the floor still couldn't understand anything.
Then she understood one word.
"Bleeding," they said. "Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding."
She once again slid her eyes to get a new point of view, looking for the blood they were so frantically pointing out. There. Found it! On the ground, by her head.
Oh.
Oh.
She slid her eyes back to the people, now calling for help.
Help? Why?
She stared indifferently as one of the other girls crouched beside her, once again saying things she couldn't understand. The girl on the floor gave a weak laugh. She didn't care what they had to say. It was only fair, since nobody cared what she had to say, either.
She felt something on her face. Wet.
Tears and blood, blood and tears, she guessed. So be it. So it be.
The girl began feeling something. Something. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
---
Black.
White.
Faces.
One of them said, "Hello? Can you hear me? Can you remember who you are, why you're here?"
The girl smiled.
"I don't know why I'm here, or why you care," she said. "But as for who I am? I am Nothing."
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Gone.
---
XD WOO! Meh. 

HHHEEERRRGGGHHH

I. ATE. TOO. MUCH. CHOCOLATE.
I ALSO DRANK COFFEE...COFFEE FROM MONSTER BRAND ENERGY DRINKS.
*creepy giggle*
So now every TEN MINUTES I get up, jump around like an idiot, and yell "AAARRRMMM MEEAAATT."
Warning: Arm meat not for vegetarians or non-cannibals.
ANYWHO Happy Easter...Easter now makes me sad. XD I DREW A SCREAMING LLAMA. SCREAMING LLAMA!
BWUAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
I also drew something I am now OBSESSED with, but I will NOT say what it is. Why? Because it's a cartoon show made for boys ages 8-14. HEH.
I'll give you a hint. There have been Saturday marathons.
Since if ANYONE watches the channel this show is on and has seen the previews for this the secret is now OUT, I'm going to change the subject.
I like gum.
And eggs.
MMMMMM.
I got a new watch. AND I'M GONNA GET ME A NEW iPOD! XD It comes in this week. WHHEEERRRRRRRWWWWW. 8:27. I should wrap things up...
OOH, TIME TO JUMP AND YELL ARM MEAT! BYE!

At G-Maws

Once again, no clues about that last post.
I am bored. So, I will post something of possibly little interest to you. Your opinion.

As some of you may know or have guessed from obvious clues I have given, I am going through a very hard change right now, turning from extremely devoted Chrsitian to something like agnostic-osity, as I so lightly put it. To be honest, it's tearing pretty much everything I've ever had faith in to pieces, so to create a false sense of security for myself I'd like to mention some of the things I still strongly believe in and can hold onto, just to keep myself from becoming "too dang dark."

• Socks are the bane of my existence
• Moods are different personalities
• If nobody was crazy, art and music would be effing boring
• Chocolate is best for cake
• Vanilla is best for cupcakes
• Holidays are too commercialized in America
• Death is something one should put off thinking about until one is actually dead
• People on the internet who want to be taken seriously REALLY need to lay off the text talk for once
• Just because someone has a knife doesn't mean they're not still adorable
• E-mail is NOT dead
• Running out of texts for the month is a blessing
• No matter what one does, they cannot possibly stop being an idiot
• Just because you have short hair doesn't mean you can't still wear ponytails
• The pen isn't REALLY mightier than the sword. Seriously, if someone tries to stab you, please drop the pen and run away
• The people who comment about how cheap the music video is for "Kids With Guns" disgust me

Wait... Now I have absolutely no idea what that list is for. Seriously, no clue. Ah, well. Guess that's what I get for having Monster brand coffee (coffee with an extra energy blend = mistake made by mom) and a bunch of candy for an early Easter celebration. I feel guilty accepting presents  for a holiday I have no right to celebrate (people who celebrate Christmas even thought they don't even believe in Jesus disgust me, too) but I can't let my grandma know about this. You'd understand why if you knew her like I do. I'll just have to wait until I move out to ignore holidays. Still, they'd make me visit. Ergh.

Say WHAAAAT?!

Music
Media
Friends
Pain
Gorillaz
Damon
Green
Fingers
Thoughts
Rest
Restlessness
Jokes
Hurt
Hair
Confusion
Black
Gay
Obsession
Fun
Art
Animation
Fans
Persistence
Fantasies
End
Dark
Gorillaz
Gorillaz
Gorillaz.
'Nuff said.
(If you understand at all, I will bake you a dozen cookies. Seriously. XD)

I Be Happy

Yay! Fabulous results with the 10 things challenge! I HAVE THREE PEOPLE WHO WILL FACE THE YAK. But otherwise you all pass and I thank you, for I now know a little something about your personalities. Would you like me to read my results? Eeeehhh? I seriously saw sides of you guys that you hid, and for that I am pleased. I'm glad to know all of you, real life or not (you know who you are) and now I am done being emotional because I fear I may or may not explode.
If you want to hear your readings, I'd be happy to post about it...or just tell you. Meh.
Didja learn something about me?
Oh, by the way, here's something for Gerty. Or Ho. Whichever works.
Either way, after a bit o' searching, I found info about that restaurant, the one that inspired my 'Supah Dupah Fly Ho...With Cheese' title.
Name: Fat Ho Burgers
Location: Waco, Texas, right around the corner from the Gospel Bookstore and Cafe. Niiiice.
Some items on the menu(actual spelling):

• Supa Fly Ho w/ chz
• Supa Dupa Fly Ho w/chz
• Supa Fly Ho w/ bacon&chz
• Fat Chicken Ho
• Bad Mamajama (4 meat patties with bacon and cheese)
• Sloppy Ho

Long story short, I think I need to take a trip to Texas.

Anyway, thanks for the response, here's the video for the Fat Ho (aired on the news), and I'll see ya guys later!

Fat Ho News Broadcast

I am not associated in any way with this restaurant. I believe the name is hilarious and if it offends anyone you have my apologies, and I'm certain the owner of the restaurant means no harm to any Gerties out there. You are not fat, nor are you sloppy or chicken. You are, however, supa dupa fly, in my humble opinion. Thank you, and good night.

I Challenge You

10 Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me:

1. I believe all Spartan grocery products are evil.
2. I seem to often think in free verse poetry.
3. When I'm not thinking in free verse, I'm thinking in limericks.
4. I get really mad when people set cups, bottles, and cans on books, even if they're empty.
5. I firmly believe all humans are idiots (including myself) and would be glad to see apes actually take over the world.
6. As a small child, my goal in life was to have a well-paying job of being a cat.
7. If the super volcano does show signs of erupting, I will beg my family to let me take a trip there, no matter the consequences.
8. Despite having encountered the term many times both in school and on the internet, I have absolutely no idea what the heck a communist is. No clue whatsoever.
9. Every time I become obsessed with something new I search it on Deviantart.com. I always leave the site with bad images that will never wash out of my brain because of my insistence to always ignore the 'mature content' warnings. Ergh.
10. I detest socks and would like to build a tall pile of them, hide dynamite in the middle of that pile, and watch it burn, baby, burn!

Okay. There you go. Hope you enjoyed that, because I now challenge you to do the same.

Many of you, I will honestly say, are new to what I call my 'Mental List of People I Know That Don't Irk Me Immensely.' Not that you irked me before. I didn't know you before.

Either way, I wanna get to know you living lumps of cells. So, that is your challenge. If you don't do that, I will  be very pissed. I may or may not find a yak-related way to get revenge. Sooo... yes. I strongly encourage all who read this to make your own list of 10 things you don't think any of your friends know about you. Try to make sure you haven't made those facts known to anyone but yourself.

Just do it.

...

Please? XD

I Have Decided to Vomit Some of My Documents to You, Courtesy of the Internet.

133

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science.
We do what we must, because we can.
For the good of all of us,
except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake
you just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done
and you make a neat gun
for the people who are
still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart
and killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line
and we're out of beta, we're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are
still alive!
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else
to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa.
THAT WAS A JOKE. HA-HA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great,
it's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do!
When I look out there it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done
on the people who are
still alive.
And believe me I am
still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm
still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm
still alive.
While you're dying I'll be
still alive.
And when you're dead I will be
still alive.
STILL ALIVE.
Still alive.

Yeah...Yeah, I know...

Second post of the day because I have no life.
But, the topic of this one is this: I don't think anyone has found the easter eggs yet.
I'm not going to tell you what that meant. Here's your clue, if you care: "Picture my obsessions, and travel."
There ya go.
Have fun.

Nyeah

No hints about that last post.
I got a new design. And, since the HTML was all done for me I can't change the font colors. So, if you want to read the new poll (or any other widget) and you're having trouble, just highlight it. Don't know what the heck I'm talking about? It's that thing you do before you hit "copy" when you "copy/paste" stuff. Just drag the mouse over the stuff you can't read. It helps.
Painting my room green. Kinda like this only darker. I love it! Can't wait 'till it's done!
So, yeah. I'll see you people...places.
Gosh I need a life.

There Are No Words in this Title

Super Duper Fly Ho....With Cheese.

No, I am not talking about you, Gurdy. Go get your cheese elsewhere. (Hm, just started typing 30 seconds ago and I already have two choir references.)
Anyway, no explanation for the title. It just sounds awesome. You need to hear it be said before it's really THAT funny, but'cha know.
*Sigh* I'm in an emo mood again...It switches a lot... but anyway... BORED. SOMEBODY freaking make CONTACT with me for once...geeeeeeeez. Well, I'm not going to rant on about all the darkness in life, because honestly, I'm used to it already. I don't really care. It's inevitable, not a big deal, and really shouldn't be as much of a shock as it sometimes is.
Ergh. I just did, in a way, didn't I?
Anywho...I like obsessions. You all who bothered to acknowledge the existence of my life and/or my blog probably know what I'm talking about when I say that obsessions help make life that much more worth living. But, once they take over your mind constantly in your daily life, you know it's gone to the extreme level only the very best fit to your personality reach.
Like... I constantly switch from obsession to obsession, completely disregarding one after another. But, for the first ten years of my life, I was completely in love with Hello Kitty. And because that obsession was so complete that I YouTube'd, Googled, and read every page of the official website over and over again, it stuck with me. I'm reluctant to give up my big dolls and little puppets, my dry-erase boards and notebooks. But, it has to be done. I mean, seriously. Look at my background.
Like today, since it irritates the Cheesy Ho to my Jai-ai and Hah, (I gotta use that one now...) I won't mention the name, but when she obsessed about the Beatles getting a certain manager on her birthday, I thought about how the band I am currently listening to had their first concert in New York on MY birthday... Yeah. I'm not sure if it was their first in America or not, but the first in New York. And that little thought made that moment just that little bit happier.
So...there was absolutely no point to this post. Seriously. Nothing whatsoever. You can post whatever opinion you want on the matter....I still haven't ranted about homosexuality and how I support them, even if I'm not one (which shouldn't be surprising...douches...) and still haven't done anything with that other blog...thinking of deleting it and making a different one for writing random literature... if anybody would care to contact me about it I would enjoy posting their own work on there to praise and review, since I'm not really the kinda chick who just shows off her work and nothing else...hopefully...ergh.
But, it's not like you care about my opinion anyway. I'm just gonna go. I know it's spring break and I'm not the least bit tired, but it's late...I could probably lay down in the darkness of my room and drown in my thoughts...that's always the best way to fall asleep. Unless the thoughts are about death.
What is it about nighttime that makes death so scary?  During the day, the thought of not existing, seeing nothing, being eternally unaware, they mean nothing to me. I could care less. But something about the darkness of night, the silence of it, the unclarity, makes all those things the most frightening thoughts I've ever had. Is it because, being able to see only some outlines in the dark, I'm as close as I can ever be to being dead while still being aware of it? Is it just me? Is it my mind slowly receding into insanity? Which, honestly I don't mind, but still.
This post was a lot longer than I planned. I can rant on about death later, but for now I'm just wasting all of your time who were nice enough to read this far. If anybody really is. Honestly I doubt I'm that interesting. The only thing interesting about me is...well...the obvious. Which isn't so much interesting as...well. You people at school might be able to get what I'm referring to.
AGH. Get over it Jenica. Well, since I basically said something like "bye" twice now, there's no point in saying -