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Wow, school has already started and already I'm wishing for summer vacation. I mean, I would enjoy school if I had time to, but I have to much work to do it's ridiculous. Every teacher thinks that the world revolved around their class only. They pile on the homework like we don't have other classes and other homework to complete.
I guess I wouldn't mind if the work was important and I actually had to think to complete it, but most of my homework is just time consuming for no good reason. English is such a terrible subject to give out homework because I already speak the language. Also when am I going to need to know what a lyrical poem is, or what a simile is? Never! That's when. Unless I were planning to be an english major (which I'm not)... ugh, english just has no purpose. Sure I thank everyone for teaching me how to read and write but giving out essays as homework... please, don't waste my time like that. I have much more important thinks to do.
Another subject I have problems with is Mathematics. You will never have to know the formula for finding a slope, or the formula of triangles, trapeziods and the circumference... Grr, this is just all a waste of time. The only math I will ever need to know is how to add and subtract money. That's it! Of course there are always exceptions to this, accountants and math teachers... but then again why would I want to pick a boring job such as accounting and an under payed and frustrating one, such as that of a math teacher?
I can understand why I get so much homework in my other classes (AP Art History, Anatomy and Physiology, Med Skills, and Spanish) But why SO much? Sheesh! Are they trying to make me fail on purpose?
Eh, oh well... I guess life will always be like this. I'm done complaining now, thank you for reading up to here!
stare That is, if you're actually reading this part of the entry. stare
::Waves:: Chiao!

Yup, that's me...


Hmmm... lol....


Me after a game

What a day to get sick.
Here I am sick as hell, with a sore throat, runny nose, major headache, aching skin, and a minor fever. Maybe not "sick as hell", but sick nonetheless.

I work with my mother, cleaning buildings. See, my mother works as a nurse in the morning... but seeing how she needs much more money then what she's being payed to maintain this household, she took up an afternoon job cleaning.
Of course, my feeling guilty led me to help out. I get paid of course... but less then an actual hired person would.
I hate it, just like any other minimum wage worker hates his or her job, but I can't complain because I'm getting paid.

This is how cleaning works. On Mondays and Thursdays there are only two building to clean; on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays there are three. So my mom really only needs my help on the three days with the three jobs.

Today luck was on my side, and I'm sick! Thanking God at this very moment I am. I get to skip out on work, and my mom gets to give me extra attention.

The only bad part about it, is that my mom is making me drink TheraFlu. Does anyone know how gross that thing is. Ugh!
Imagine eating raw lemon, mixed with sour milk and expired Robitussin, and then you will have the taste of that disgusting liquid.

The good part of it is... well, I don't get to work. My dad is going insane on making me better by tomorrow.. because tomorrow is Tuesday... (three jobs).
Oh yes, my father helps out cleaning too. We're a family of cleaners. All my brothers began their jobs as cleaners working for our parents. Lucky for us, we don't need to go job hunting.
Well anyway, I'm feeling a little worse, and I need to do everything in my power to get sicker.

If you're wondering what I did with that face cringing medicine, I'll tell you that I didn't drink it. Thank God (again) my mom can't stay in one place for a long while, or she would have watched me drink every last drop. Nope, she went to shower, quickly according to her... but not quick enough to catch me spilling all of the liquid down the drain. Haha.
Goodnight everyone. I must go plot my diminishing health.

Hm, seems as if I don't write in this journal enough.
I guess I can't keep it updated thanks to my job. But oh well, I'm writing now aren't I?
Currently I'm 'shaking my groove thing.' (BTW that's a 70's song. Very groovy... you should check it out.)

Today is my day off, and I went shopping... brunching, and went shopping some more. Shopping can be fun at times, however, I don't understand what many girls (and some guys) find so FUN about it. I mean, why not just go for the things you need?

Example: My mom goes to the grocery store, going only for bread and milk. In the end, my mother spends quadruple the time she said she was going to spend shopping, AND she comes out with a hundred items.
It's a waste of time.

Me: I need a toothbrush? I buy ONLY a toothbrush, and the occasional gum. That's it. See? I'm a wise shopper. I don't give into the thousands of traps the stores sets for the customers. Traps such as setting out a cheap item in view, from when you first walk into the store. A couple of steps later you see different brands of the same item, and assume that it's the cheapest retailer out there. See?! Traps I tell you.

I don't know if that made any sense, but I can't help it. I have so many thoughts in my head, they sometimes come out all jumbled together.

For those of you who are wise shoppers like me, I suggest that the next time your mom, sister, dad, wife, or brother (or whoever) decide to go out for JUST some milk, tell them that you'll go instead, and only bring the milk. That should send some shock to them. Haha.

Well, that's all I got for now. Hope everything's all good. ^-^

Well, I suppose I should start by stating some facts about myself. It would be more than inappropriate to just write stuff that I feel without letting the reader know at least the basics about me. My name is Amelia, and I live in Florida. It's quite a pleasant place, however it can get a wee bit hot. I enjoy drawing (however, by the judgments my art has received here, anyone would just tear up every scrap of art and burn it to ashes, that way NOone would have to suffer looking at what those people from Gaia said was the most horrible thing they'd ever seen.) And of course, we all know that the people here in Gaia know BEST. People can be quite harsh.
Well anyway, back to facts about me, I enjoy playing sports, ESPECIALLY Flag Football (yes it's a sport) for my school. Most people think that Flag Football could never be a sport, but seeing how girls can't join the boys tackle football, we had to devise a plan to play as close to the real thing as we could. So now, Girls Flag Football (I must say, it's growing in popularity... much more than anyone expected). It can be really competitive, and, we go through as much training as the boys. There are routs to memorize, special plays, special codes for different plays or moves, specific ways to tackle (pull flags), defensive positions...offensive positions...whew, I'm surprised that I even got through conditioning.
However, flag football isn't the only sport which I enjoy playing... I'm also very talented at vollyball (but I don't play it at school). Seems to me like mostly white girls play it, so I don't want to feel like the outsider and join. (Not that I have anything against white girls, don't worry, I have white friends).
Enough about sports, I like to write. But right now, I've temporarily lost my creative juices... so I haven't been writing lately. Sad, I know crying . At least I can say that I USED to write.
Hm, is this getting a little too long for the average reader to read? Wow, nowadays people like reading whatever is short, they don't stick around for the long essays. Pfft. Don't they know that all the GOOD stuff is near the end? Someone has to teach them that someday.
Don't worry your little soul, I'm almost half way done.
"OH NO, ONLY HALF WAY???!?!?!" <--- (that's what you're thinking)
"Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I shall brainwash you with my moronic ideas!" <------- (that's what I'm thinking)
Who here loves Baseball? Ah, look at all those hands! Well, I have a question that I suppose only you baseball fanatics can answer. Ready? here it goes: Why is it that every other sport is one hour, and Baseball has to take up three? I mean, Jeez, people get bored... that's why during the middle of the game people change the channel and tune in again later for a brief second (but change the channel again).
I have nothing against Baseball, I too enjoy watching men hit a ball with a bat on occassion. My boyfriend is a baseball fan.... he LOVES the Red Sox! (woohoo, go red sox) which is good, because I like them too. (However, if the Marlins play the Red Sox, I'm going with the Marlins! ::Hey, I have to represent: smile
I love him so much (my boyfriend), he's so good to me... heart
I guess I'm not going to write another half... my hands are getting tired, and I don't want to bore you all to death, YOU'RE ALL IMPORTANT TO SOCEITY! Now, go and eat a nice snack so you can continue to read more jounals, or forums, or.... cartoons??? Well whatever you enjoy doing. HAHA
Thanks for taking the time to read all the way to the end smile 3nodding
That is... if you're reading this part stare

I sit here, watching the news, and I keep seeing reports about all the deaths that have been occuring due to the enourmous amounts of strength those tsumamies are bringing with them. I wonder, where is this God everyone calls a savior? Where is he now? Is he too busy? Or does he not care anymore? Is he not supposed to be the one that will save all? If he truly existed, he would have found a way to prevent the increasing amounts of deaths. These are innocent people, they do not deserve what they are getting. Where is his justice?! They are innocent people; he could be punishing all those who have done actual wrong, not small children who have just begun living. I told this to my mother today, and she flipped out on me. She began yelling to no one in particular that I should not be saying such words full of disdain, that I HAD to believe in God. Boy, she must be fully brainwashed, thinking that there only will be salvation with believing in HIM. She is wrong, and she (like many others) sould learn to respect what I believe in. My heart cries out to all those who are suffering because of this horrible event. My stomach churns whenever I see little children being dragged in body bags, or even the adults. I would love an answer to all my questions, and if you think you have it, then I welcome you to tell me.