Halter Horses

How many people come into the SIM world not understanding halter? To me, that's just plain out depressing. Halter is such a unique sport that is so misunderstood. I wouldn't go into a fencing game saying that was a good dance move. I'd learn about fencing first, maybe read up some terms, talk to the boyfriend, whatever it took to gain knowledge about fencing. So, why is it so hard to read up on halter and understand exactly what it is? 

It's a depressing matter. My black thoughts peek out when I think about it. Especially rednecks who don't understand any type of horse showing. 

Final Words

Before I close this blog, I would like to say some final words.

I never deleted anybodys things. I do have respect, even though some people choose to not see that. I would never intentionally attack someone, no matter how much they hurt me. I am a pacifist, of sorts. No matter what you think, what you believe.

Everyone must forget at some point. I myself have moved on, and I am done with childish bullshit. What is the past remains in the past, and what remains in the past will not affect my future anymore.

If you choose to continue harrassing me, then so be it. I read those emails, I laugh at them, and then I delete them. It makes me feel better at the end of a boring and irritating school day to have something to laugh at. I appreciate those emails, guys, really, I do. Keep them coming.

And, oh, comments, emails, messages, whatever it is. Just remember, if you put fuel on the fire, the fire will continue to burn. Have a good day.

Countdown

25 days until my birthday! Wow I'm so excited all of a sudden, and even though I'm turning 16 nothing really special will be happening... other than dinner with my aunt and my grandparents and my parents and brother, but that's all we do. I'm fine with that!

My grandpa's buddy built me a new tower for my computer, and I think it's coming with a wireless card. If it is, then my dad agreed to get wireless for the house. So then I'll have the 'net in my room!

What else...?

Liar, Liar

Liars, I will find you. I may not do anything about it, but if you lie to me, I will know. So, that sweet little lie that no one likes me in all sim? Bullshit. I have a gang.

This Doesn't Have A Title

The chilly waters sucked his energy. He was sinking... he would drowned and die. The thought of the cold, heartless, and watery grave below made him fight to bring his head above water once again. A wave broke around him, blasting his ear drums with the most horrific sound. He shuddered, and slid under the water again. Death was waiting, he knew. Death would grab his ankles and drag him down, smother him until he joined Death's party. He struck out with his feet, desperate to get his head above the water once more. The water was carrying him away from the boat. There was no chance of making it back to it now. He lashed out and managed to stay afloat. Another wave broke around him, pounding his ear drums. Maybe it wasnt worth the struggle... he sank under and sputtered, kicking and fighting his way above the water once more. He looked and saw a faint glow on the horizon. The waves were less mean now. He felt something underfoot, but was too tired to care. He passed out there, where the storm had left him.

Several hours later, he woke on a white, sandy beach. The beach was a jungle from the edge of the sand in. He raised his head, sunlight warming his wet and tired body. The calm, peaceful water lapped at his feet. He got to his hands and knees and crawled towards a small, grassy hill. He sighed and laid down behind it, the sun almost like an oven. In no time at all, he was dry and warm. Sighing, he slept the rest of the day away...

So there you have it. Above is a short passage from a story in my mind. If you like it, great. If you don't, then I don't want to hear about it.

Why Cant It Just Work?

It's one of those days where the steam is building up, ready to go. I have to do my math and this stupid thing for yearbook class. She's really getting annyoying. I can design on the computer terrific, but on paper, I suck at it. I did the newspaper in middle school and dropped off the design team because I couldnt do it. It's suppose to be easier... wth? This is not easier!

I do not have enough things to fill the whole frinkin page. I'll just have to improvise... Add stuff, add a lot of writing blah blah blah. You know how it works. And if you don't, you're a moron. GRR. This just sucks. This day just sucks. I woke up not feeling great, I went to school, suffered through my retarded math class (which I may be considering getting switched because the class is just horrible). I'm just... URG!

So... - deep breath -

That's it.

The Lesson Of History

Ok, so today we got talking about the big ol' RNC, because it's happening less than an hour from me. Scary thought. So, in history, we got talking about McCain and his POW experinces. My history teacher made a slideshow on some of the facts about McCain, including education, service, his experince during the service, his politics education, and what things should benefit him as a potential president. One thing that came out from my history teacher's mouth was:

Yesterday is the past. Today is the present. Tomorrow is the future. Let what you learned in the past shape today; let what you do today shape the future.

Do not dwell in the past, is pretty much what comes out. If you answer a question incorrectly, do not take it as utter failure. Learn from it. If you hear the right answer, nine times out of ten you'll remember it for the test and get that answer correctly. It is simple as that.

Words from a previous history teacher - So what? You got it wrong. Big deal. Tomorrow on the test, you'll be ready for it. Tomorrow, the test, is what matters. Today, yes, you made a mistake. Tomorrow, you'll be more prepared and ready to do it. Tomorrow is what matters; not today, not yesterday.