Ice Cream Assault Follow-Up.

IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF THE ICE CREAM ASSAULT, PLEASE READ PREVIOUS POST. It will make things make more sense.

I have the security cam's feed from the store on the day of the Ice Cream Carnage.
Here it is:

And there you have it. The answer to our questions.

Most of them.

I still want to know why they decided on ice cream, tho...

If you have NO idea what this is about, read below entry first.

Ice Cream Assault

So my boyfriend Gage's dad works at Blockbuster, and today he and his co-workers were assaulted by crazy people. With ice cream.
Can you say... WEIRD??
My questions are, Why ice cream? And did they pay for it? How many people were there? How much ice cream was thrown?
Apparently, the ice cream idiots took one bite and threw it.
There were also more than one.
They have yet to find a motive.
I can't wait to hear about this on the news.
Why would they use ice cream? Maybe because they thought it wouldn't hurt as much as, say, gummy worms? These are things we may not find out till court is over.

This is Gage's Statement: "A couple of teens... got their movies and waited outside till everyone was gone, then they ran in and grabbed one of the golden spoon ice cream buckets and threw it. It got all over the workers and the video games."

The motive? "Probably for fun"
Will they be showing it in the news? "Probably not"

Politics and idiots

I am a poltically active teen. No, I'm not in Student Counsil, but I pay more attention to "The Issues" than more students.
This is a major election year, 2008, one of the biggest in history. Our country is in such turmoil, with extremists pulling their issues. Poor politicians don't know what to push!
Some want better education, others want to help the poor, and the way that they're talking about it, there is no middle ground.
VS
Some want to close the border, others want the Mexican's vote.
Some want to eradicate the illegals, others want to let them join our country with no tests.
Me? I say we GET THEM THE HELL OUT OF OUR COUNTRY, and the CLOSE THE FUCKING BORDER!!!!!
I also want to impeach the Nevada Governer. A $60 BILLION dollar budget cut??! FROM THE SCHOOLS??! IDIOT! He doesn't care about our students, our kids. I bet he's using that money to build him a monument, or something. If I ever see him in person, you'll know. He'll give the schools $80 billion, whether its from his wallet, or from somewhere else.

My whole family was going to vote for his opponent, Jim Gibson. We all HATE Gibbons
My mom's an elementary school teacher, and the budget cut hit her hard. So did the No Child Left Behind thingy. Almost every teacher LOATHES this act, and every student who is salivating for a better education does too. For instance straight-A students.
I don't know what Gibbons is trying to do, but he's on the way to making Nevada the LOWEST in education in the U.S.
http://www.morganquitno.com/edrank.htm


You know what? I just typed in "Immigration" in the Smiley Central search, and guess what popped up?? MEXICANS!!! LOL!!

Sorry!

My comp has been down for the last week, so I'm a little far behind. Not much has happened over Spring Break, except hangin with my friends, Chris, Devaughn, Era, my little bro, and about 16 little girls. WOO HOO.

So during this week, my computer has been down, like I said. Chris' step-dad was trying to fix it without losing the memory, but dad wanted my uncle to fix it. So he fixed it and erased the ENTIRE memory. I have no pictures, none of my important files, NOTHING. I'm soooo pissed. I had some REALLY important stuff on the hard-drive. GRRRR.

Just Something I Wrote...

"I love you, too," I whispered to the silent receiver. He had just said goodbye and hung up. It wasn't the first time, and I knew it wasn't going to be the last, but it still hurt. My heart felt empty and lonely.
I felt like I was in a dream. I had fallen and broke, shattering into a million pieces on the ground. Now I'm still picking up the pieces, but I had fallen so hard, and there were too many pieces, I was afraid I'd never be whole again.
This has happened before. I fall in love, or so I think, and something goes wrong, and I'm lying there, scattered on the floor.
I never found all the pieces from Coty.
I guess I was never whole in the first place.
I sigh as the phone starts beeping at me. I sigh as I hang up. The silence in my room is screaming at me to call back and investigate. To yell, scream, and use all the low tricks I know to get him to tell me what's really wrong. I'm tired of the "Kayleigh Excuse."
He's pushing me away because of her. He says nothing is going to happen with us because of her.
At least until he gets closure, he tells me.
We both know that may never happen. I don't even think he's trying to make closure with her.
"Why does it have to be so difficult?" I muse out loud.
Eramiah and I have liked each other since we first met, back in my Freshman year. He was a Junior.
I was the one to break his pattern. Before me, he had never gone out with anyone younger than he.
At the time, I had been emotionally bound to my current boyfriend of the time, Mark, and 18-year-old Junior.
I had tried to date Era after Mark and I broke up, but I was still so "in love" with Mark, the relationship between Era and I lasted 2 days.
Both he and I regret what happened between us.
I regret ending it like it did. Heck, I regret ending it at all.
He regrets that he didn't ask me out the first time he tried.
He and I both remember that day. No one knows the exact date, but I remember everything else.
We were at out school, Cimarron, at the school-side access to the parking lot. We had just gotten out of our after-school practice. He and I, and our friend, Matt would stay after school and play around on our instruments. I played the violin, and they, the cello.
He was trying to ask me out, but another mutual friend, guess who (Mark) kept embarrassing the shy young man trying to ask me out. Mark and I hadn't started dating at this time.
Eventually Era gave up, and left before Mark. I kicked Mark's butt.
Matt and Eramiah introduced me to a band during our practice sessions, Apocalyptica. We would play their music, or sometimes they would just play and I would listen and watch Matt while he played. He always had the funniest faces.
My favorite song they played was called "Hope," possibly because at the time, it was my main value and favorite word.
I lay on my bed, under my comforter (even though it's 76.9' F in my room according to my clock), reminiscing about other parts of our past, though not all of it was good.
One memory, possibly the most painful and embarrassing of all my recollection, was after we broke up. I had begun to try to get back with him. We were in his room, I on his bed, and he at his computer. We had been hanging out for a couple of hours.
I tried to kiss him. I got near to him, and looked into his dark brown eyes (Which is funny, now that I think about it, I usually don't remember eye color...) and leaned forward to kiss him, and he turned away, a pained look on his face, mumbling an "I'm not ready yet."
We sat in silence for an awkward while, and I finally asked if his sister could drive me home. I told him he didn't have to come. He came.
I sat in the back and stared out the window 'till someone asked me a question. I answered, and went back to my silent contemplation.
It was a very awkward three miles.
We both regret that day.
We didn't talk much after that.
Nearly a year later, I disappeared off the face of the Earth.
Well, not really. I was in Utah, but for my friends, I had.
I never said goodbye to him. We hadn't even talked for nearly half a year. Not even a hello.
Then, one day, I got a letter form my foster-sister. Enclosed was a note from him, transposed into her handwriting. It was completely unexpected.
He told me how much he wanted to talk to me again, and how much he needed to tell me some things.
I replied, telling him thank you, and I missed him, too.


This is all that I've written for now. Tell me what you think so far at makennadriscoll@yahoo.com.
NO SPAM!

Soo... you finish the sentence...

I don't know what it is, but I am physically and emotionally exhausted. I don't even want to move my fingers to type. It's like I'm depressed again, and Icould possibly be. I'm missing Era. I know we were never in an "official" relationship, but I want what we have. He's totally changed. Anybody got a time machine?!? He won't even tell me what's wrong. He didn't even type "I love you" when he said goodbye. It kind of hurt. But then, I've been hurting for a while now. Some things he says... It just hurts. I feel like I don't matter to him anymore. He says I love you, but it feels empty. It feels empty when I say it, too. I think... I don't know. I'm too tired to think.
. This is me, if there were four of me. Tho I think that if I looked in the mirror, I'd see me x4... I'm soo tired.

TRYING to spice it up a little.

It's been a while since I've written. So I'll fill you in on a few things.
My close friend and I got into an arguement. We want to go out, but we can't. He never got closure with his ex, Kayleigh, and he doesn't want to "hurt" me because of her. I've never met her, never laid eyes on her, and yet, I hate her. She's running his life, without even saying anything. She refuses to talk to him. And because of her, he won't have a committed relationship with me. GAAAAAA!
Also, an Army National Guard tried recruiting me today, but he didn't even call me. If you're trying to get someone to join something, then call. DWIT (Do what it takes). Is that so hard??

Breathe Deep, Seek Peace, Fly High, Find Hope, Live For No Regrets.

You are so beautiful.
I would be scared to write of it.
I am so poor, my muse,
Because nothing I can write
Will ever compare to you.
I will only make you less
Than what you are;
I would rather burn than to shame
Such beauty as thine!
You are more
Than my humble pen can express.
Don't believe me?
Come, borrow my mirror.
It will never lie.

That is what I wrote for a performance I have to give tomorrow. It's not a literal translation of a Shakespeare sonnet (103), but it is a translation of a literal translation. Confused? I still am. But hey, blame my teacher.

So my--well... he's not exactly my boyfriend, but I call him so-- is coming home a day early from Oregon to spend time with me. (And my sister wonders why I love him!) We haven't planned our whole day, but I like spontaneity. I'm soo excited to see him. He's been in Oregon for two weeks, and we haven't seen eachother since the 15th of February (We call it Our V-day). I can't wait to see him. I'm considering stealing my sis's camera... Unless I can talk him into getting our pics taken. I'd like to do that, but if I can't convince him, I'll just borrow a camera, and use my own memorystick.

I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten since lunch; about 10:00. So I'm hungry. Now it's 7:48. FOOD!!!

FOUND!!

We found Sammie! Rylea found him in the house behind us. No one lives back there, and the cover to the pump for the bathtub was open. Sammie was in there. On Sat., we called the realtor, and she sent her husband back there. Well, he shut it. Sammie was back there for two days. I'm soo pissed. I really want to call him up and chew him out. GRRRRR.

...Sadness.

Yo.

Today I found something on the internet that makes me so sad. My hero, Brett Favre, is retiring. He's been my hero for about 5 years now. I've been on pins and needles about when he was going to retire. This was sudden. Not even his team knew. Here's the article:

http://sports.myway.com/news//03042008/v9533.html

I took this pic a couple of days ago, and I was messing around with it on Photoshop. It looks better, now. This is actually a really good pic.

I'm really tired right now. I stayed home sick from school, 'cause I woke up and I felt like I was choking. All of us kids are sick. Joe has bronchitis, and I have a cold, I think.

My baby, Sammie, went missing on Saturday. No one in the neighborhood has seen him. I've got posters on the mailboxes with my number on them and info about Sammie, but no call as of yet.

I also went door-to-door, asking for help looking for him. I'm worried about him. He's only about eight months old, and it was his first time getting outside. He doesn't know the neighborhood. For all I know, he could be at the Strip by now.