1. Last beverage
Orange gatorade.

2. Last phone call
My friend, Amy (from the last entry) inviting me to Pei Wei with her and our other friends from church. We patched things up since that last entry (Which I'll probably edit because I completely demonized her and made myself out to be the defenseless victim, which isn't right.)

3. Last text message
My friends Alexis asking how my first week of classes was.

4. Last song you listened to
"Circle You" by the Vocaloids.  So much nightmare fuel... X__X  And yet I love to listen to it.

5. Last time you cried
Geez, I don't even remember. I prefer to supress those kinda memories.

SIX HAVE YOU EVER’s
6. Dated someone twice
Nope. I've never even had a first date... technically. My old guyfriend Danny invited me to the Valentines Day dance way back in my freshman year of high school, but because I'm severely mentally retarded when it comes to romance I didn't realize that it was a date so I don't think that counts.

7. Been cheated on?
Nope. Never been in a relationship. I prefer courting (Extended get-to-know-you period in preparance for marriage; it's kinda like dating minus the kissing and sexing).

8. Kissed someone & regretted it?
I haven't had my first kiss yet; I'm saving it for that special someone I spend the rest of my life with, assuming I ever find him.

9. Lost someone special?
Well DUH! Everyone's lost someone special at some point.

10. Been depressed?
Oh yeah. For a month or two after my cat died, I was wrecked. I couldn't even say his name without choking back tears. Hell, even now if I tell someone what happened or think about it my eyes turn into water fountains.

11. Had a friend turn on you?
Well, no, not really.

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:
Oh geez, I have five favorites... Eh, I choose blue, green, purple, and red.

HAVE YOU:
12. Made new friends
Of course! That's part of the fun of being in college.

13. Fallen out of love
Meh, kinda-sorta. I've had crushes on people, then gotten over them and moved on, but nothing I'd call love.

14. Laughed until you cried
No, but I have laughed so much/hard that it loosened up phlegm in my throat and I'd be coughing and hacking up balls of hardened mucus (I'll let that image fester in your minds for a second) for a few minutes after reading or hearing something funny. One time it happened while my roommate was here and she thought I was choking. > >

15. Met someone who changed you
Yeah, lots of people: Amy, two different Sarahs, Willie, Mrs. Parker, Vivian, other people you don't know...

16. Found out who your true friends were
Yeah, and I continue to do so with each passing year.

17. Found out someone was talking about you
Yep.

18. Kissed anyone on your friend's list
(See #8)

19. How many people on your friend's list do you know in real life
Two.

20. How many kids do you want to have
NONE. I can't stand kids or babies. I barely like teenagers.

22. Do you want to change your name
No way. I'm proud of my name. Besides, changing my name would basically be a slap in the face to my parents.

23. What did you do for your last birthday
My mom and uncle visited me at school/college the preceding weekend (since my birthday fell on Tuesday) and we hung out, I invited my friends, she cooked my favorite foods and we had cake. My mom always makes a ton of food, so a bunch of people in my building that didn't go home for the weekend got a free meal (Just like everytime my mom visits because she loves having lots of people to cook for) so I met a lot of people. A few of them even decorated my door with streamer and stuff on my birthday, which was really nice. My mom and uncle also stayed in Tucson that weekend and made breakfast the next day.

24. What time did you wake up today
9:00 AM for church

25. What were you doing at midnight last night
Argh, I don't remember... I think I was chatting, watching tv, and web surfing.

26. Name something you CANNOT wait for
Phoenix ComiCon!!! It's not until May, but I'm still super excited!  My best friend Sarah (Who moved to New Mexico for college) might even go, which would be doubly awesome! I'm going to crossplay Mr. Popo from DBZ. It will be EPIC!

27. Last time you saw your father
I think it was around Christmas last year. I really should visit him and Vivian more. I might to fly out to California to see them for New Years, but we never got things sorted out.

28. One thing you wish you could change about your life
My grades last semester.

29. What are you listening to right now
Nothing.

30. Have you ever talked to a person named Tim
Actually, yes! XD I knew him in eight grade; I had a huge crush on him, but he didn't care for me at all so I got over it. It's probably for the best; he was a player and a bad boy.

31. What's getting on your nerves right now?
Something I ate gave me the runs. DDX 

32. Most visited webpage
Youtube. 

ABOUT ME:
33. What's your name
Ayana Johnson

34. Nicknames
I have a lot, if you count people on the web referring to me by my username. In real life, I have a few. My gramma (Or Grandma for those of you that say the whole thing) always calls me Princess. My mom calls me Pretty Pie, and I have a friend that calls me Sketch since I (used to) constantly draw.

35. Zodiac sign
Libra

36. Male or female
Female, though a lot of my habits and personality characteristics don't always seem to support that.

37. Elementary
Southwest Christian School for Pre-K to Kindergarted
Desert West Charter School for 1-6

38. Middle School
Desert Mirage for 7th grade
Sunset Ridge for 8th grade

39. High school
Copper Canyon

40. Hair color
Black

41. Long or short
Kinda long; it goes about three of four inches past my shoulders.

42. Height
About 5' 7" tall

43. Do you have a crush on someone?
Nope.

45. What do you like about yourself?
I has big bewbies. Don't look at me like that!  There is nothing wrong with being proud of your cupsize dangit!  Now if only I had big boobs and less blubber.

46. Piercings
Only two on my ears. Anywhere other than that is just disgusting and makes my skin crawl.

47. Tattoos
Nope; I don't like needles... though ironically enough I'm thinking about getting a tattoo on my upper left arm of a cross with my name in it.

48. Righty or lefty
Righty. I'm epic fail with my left hand.

FIRSTS:
49. First surgery
When I was four I got my tonsils taken out, but I was three when I needed them removed. I wasn't old enough at that time so they had to wait until I turned four.

50. First piercing
My ears when I was twelve. My dad said it wouldn't hurt. He liiiiied! >:0

51. First best friend
A Chinese girl I knew way back in preschool. I never saw her again after that, though.

52. First sport you joined
Bowling. I was actually forced to join when I was younger; I'm glad my mom dragged me kicking and screaming (And I mean that literally; you'd think she was about to throw me in a boiling acid the way I acted). I made a lot of great friends and had fun. It's also somewhat of a tradition since everyone on my mom's side of the family bowls or used to bowl.

53. First pet
An orange and white-striped tabby named Fluffy. I got him as a present for my seventh birthday from my dad. We were leaving the grocery store and these people were giving away kittens. We took Fluffy because he was the only one just kinda hanging out and not meowing his head off and stuff like the other cats. I kinda wish I hadn't got a cat so young, though, because I was terrible to the poor thing. He died three years ago from liver disease; he ran away once and ate something bad. I'll stop now before I sound like I'm desperate for sympathy.

54. First vacation
I remember when I was really little my family went to either Las Angeles or Las Vegas; I don't remember which. All I remember is the apartment we stayed in was on a really high floor, it was kinda small, and we ate a lot of plums.

55. First concert
A Brittney Spears Concert (Back when she still had the popstar schoolgirl thing going for her)

56. First crush
Hell, I don't remember. I think it was some teenage guy that was a volunteer for a summertime daycamp program me and my brother were in when we were a lot younger.

RIGHT NOW:
57. Eating
Nothing, but I had some ritz crackers with EZ Cheese a few minutes ago.

59. Drinking
Nothing

60. What are you about to do
Fill out the rest of this long thing.

61. Listening to
The tv

62. Waiting for
The show to end so I can use the bathroom without missing anything.

YOUR FUTURE:
63. Want kids?
OH GOD NO!!!

64. Want to get married?
I'm not sure. Maybe? I'm content with thinking/knowing that I'll be a catlady, but I wouldn't mind spending my life with someone I love. But that the same time I kinda don't want to get married because (to be honest) I don't care for or even want anything to do with sex. I think it's icky and sounds painful and I just don't want to. However, part of being married is having sex/making love, sooo....

65. Careers in mind?
Something simple like an illustrator or cartoonist or something.

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE PREFERRED GENDER?
66. Lips or eyes
Eyes. I don't pay much attention to lips.

67. Hugs or kisses
Hugs, no doubt about it. Kissing just seems slobbery and awkward, especially when tongue gets involved.

68. Shorter or taller
Eh, I don't care. As long as they're tall enough that I don't have to bend over to hug them or short enough they don't hit their head on the doorframe when they walk through it I don't care.

69. Older or younger
Either-or. They just have to be within ten years of my age.

70. Romantic or spontaneous
Romantic. I'm not much for spontaneity, and I love being pampered.

71. Nice stomach or nice arms
Bah, I don't know. Nice stomach, I guess.

72. Sensitive or loud
Sensitive. Loudness gets on my nerves.

72. Hook up or relationship
Relationship. I don't do hook ups.

74. Trouble maker or hesitant
Hesitant. Unlike [what seems like] every other girl on the planet, I can't stand bad boys. I don't understand the appeal at all.

HAVE YOU EVER:
75. Cried yourself to sleep
Yep. Not recently, but it still happened.

76. Passed out after drinking
I don't drink, especially since I'm underage. I have more important things to do than waste my time with alcohol.

77. Kissed a stranger
No. Also, scroll back up to #8

78. Drank hard liquor
(See #76)

79. Jumped in a pool with clothes on
Nah.

80. Lost glasses/contacts
I've never worn contacts; I have a phobia of stuff getting in my eye due to an incident when I was four. I had pink eye, and the drops for it stung; it was like my eye got set on fire. I'd cry everytime my mom even mentioned taking the drops. Even worse, I would always cry and wash away the first dose, so she'd have to do it again. SUUUUUCKED!!

Oh wait, that wasn't the question. Anyways, I've never really lost my glasses, but I have broken several pairs.

81. Sex on first date
HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

82. Broken someone's heart
Well, I guess my friend Danny's because I never liked him back. I dunno.  There's also the drama that happened way back with Jason that got me to start using my LJ again...

83. Had your own heart broken
Nope.

86. Turned someone down
Yep; the aforementioned Danny and Jason.  We're still friends, though.

87. Cried when someone died
Of course.

88. Liked a friend that is the opposite gender?
Yeah, once. But he turned out to be a sociopath in development, so I didn't pursue it and broke off contact with him.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
89. Yourself
Well, for the most part. I tend to criticize myself a lot, though.

90. Miracles
Of course!

91. Love at first sight
No, not really.

92. Heaven
Yeah.

93. Santa Clause
Heck no.

95. Kiss on the first date?
No, especially if it's your first kiss.

96. Angels
Definitely.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?
Yes.

98. Who is it?
My mom. I just saw her last week and I already miss her.

99. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time?
I've never been in a relationship before and I doubt I'm ready for one, so no.

100. Told 100 truths on this?
Yeah.

I feel like crap right now and it's all my fault!!!

My friend/religious mentor, Amy, called me and invited me to go to the mall with her and some friends. Despite the fact that I don't like going to the mall, I agreed to go with her because I have nothing else to do today. So we all went to the mall; I didn't realy like it that much because I hate shopping and wading through crowds, so by the time it was over I was feeling kinda grouchy and couldn't wait to get back to my dorm room.

On the drive back to campus Amy started talking to me about being baptized in the Holy Spirit, and why I had such a hard time with it when it should be relatively easy. After a while I started getting annoyed with talking about it because she'd ALWAYS bring that up and I was getting tired of having the same information pounded into my head over and over. However, I didn't tell her that because I didn't want to seem rude or arrogant.

Once we arrived at my dorm building, rather than drop me off she pulled into the parking lot so we could continue talking. My mood started to shift from slightly cranky to sour and frustrated. Aftera while I couldn't focus on what she was telling me. All I heard was "Nag nag nag Holy Spirit nag nag nag great gift for me nag nag nag faith versus fear nag nag nag Ask and you will receive." I almost snapped at her a few times and considered making up an excuse for why I had to leave right that second so we couldn't keep talking. I even considered lying about receiving the Holy Spirit just so I could get her off my back and we could move on.

Eventually the conversation boiled down to me being disobedient to God by rejecting the Holy Spirit. I was about ready to just tell her I didn't want to talk about it anymore and I just wanted to go to my dorm room and eat the rest of the pretzel bites I bought at the food court before we left the mall. She suggested that I ask to be baptised in the Spirit at the prayer meeting today, which I agreed to because I thought I had some time to cool down and let my bad mood recede before it started. However, we'd managed to lose track of time while we were talking and I didn't have time to go to my room to get away from Amy and cool down.

She offered to drive me there since it was about to start soon, and I declined, leaving her confused after I just said I would go. I told her that with my current mindset I just didn't feel like going. She asked me to change it, and I replied with "I just don't feel like going." I could already feel a huge knot forming in my chest. After a brief moment of silence she said that she couldn't stop me from disobeying God and skipping the meeting/not asking for the Holy Spirit like he wanted me to. I interpreted it as her trying to guilt me into changing my mind, so I told her I'd see her tomorrow for church and left.

I never should have said I wanted to go to the mall. That's what started my bad mood in the first place, then talking with/being lectured by Amy made it worse. If I had just told the truth and said "No thanks, I don't want to go to the mall," I not only would have saved myself and Amy a lot of trouble, but I would have been in a good enough mood to go to the prayer meeting. I feel like such an ass.

Wow, has it been fourteen weeks already?

Today was my first final. It was for an Africana Studies clas. Basically we just had to write two essays. I feel pretty good about the first one, but not so much the second one... at all. The first essay was something I really knew a lot about and could write a lot on; I could have made it longer but I wrapped it up early so I'd have plenty of time for the second one. Now I'm wishing I hadn't done that because I knew barely anything about the second essay. I'm hoping that my first one was so incredibly, amazingly good that it compensates for the second one I know I epically failed. I have another final on Friday, a paper to turn in Friday, then my last final next Thursday. I'm so glad the semester's almost over.
Let's see, what else can I say to draw out this entry a bit. I went to a party with my friends from church tonight. There was a gift exchange, though I didn't participate in it because I totally forgot about it and didn't have a gift to give anyone. There was also karaoke, but I missed it because I was off watching Elf with a few other people. I heard it was really funny and there were actually prizes handed out for the best singers. If I didn't have a singing voice that could crack cement and torture animals I probably would have tried it.
Tomorrow's dead day, so there's no classes (THANK GOD). I'm going to be going out for sushi with my church friends for someone's birthday. I can't wait! I loooove sushi. If it weren't for the fact that I don't have an endless supply of money I'd eat sushi every day for lunch. That'll be the highlight of my day, since for the rest of it I need to finish my paper and study for my Friday final. For once, I'm not looking forward to a day without classes.
Also, I got some excitement tonight. Someguy upstairs started tripping out a few minutes ago. When I first heard all the screaming I opened the door to the stairwell and shouted " 'EY!!! Stop all that screaming! >:0" because I thought it was some idiot screwing around trying to be funny, but the screaming didn't stop. A few minutes later some of the other girls in my wing came out of their rooms asking me what was happening. I didn't know so we all went up to the third floor where the guy was on the ground freaking out. He was laying facedown on the floor in his boxers screaming with his roommate next to him, shooing us away and telling us he had things under control. His roommate just came down and explained what happened a few minutes ago. Apparently he went to the bathroom, and when he came back the guy was screaming and puking and panicking. He thinks he OD'd on something, but he's not sure.
Last I heard he was doing okay; he's standing up, not screaming anymore, and speaking coherently. However, he still keeps throwing up; I can hear him. His rooom's directly above mine. His roommate called Campus Health (Also knows as the campus hospital) and everything. I feel really bad for the roommate; he can't really sleep in the room tonight since there's vomit on everything, not to mention how traumatic it must have been seeing his roommate tripping out like that and not sure what to do.
I could add something funny or sarcastic to lighten the mood, but I think that'd be kinda inappropriate.

Oh geez, where do I BEGIN!?  I've done a crapload of dumb stuff, but the dumbest?  That's gonna take a while to figure out.  I'm not sure what the absolute dumbest thing I've ever done is, but I do remember one pretty dumb thing I did fairly recently.

I was at home since the fall sememster hadn't started yet and it was about 4AM.  I was hungry and decided it would be a wonderful idea to make myself a bowl of cereal even though my mom's a light sleeper and my brother's sleeping in the living room next to the kitchen.  So after I make my noisy bowl of cereal I went in my room to eat it, but one bowl's just not enough.  So I made a second bowl of cereal just as loud as the first.  About an hour later, I got the munchies so I made a bag of popcorn.  So yeah, my mom and brother were not happy about all the noise.

I've probably done much stupider things, but that's just the first one that came to mind.

Holy crap, has it really been twelve weeks already?  Dang, time just flies by.  I'll probably end up submitting a.. Crap, what do I call 'em?  RECAPS!  There we go; I forgot it for a second.  But yeah, I'm probably gonna be sending in one of those so you'll know what I've been up to.  I'm not gonna get super specific since that would take too long, though.  Anyways, enough of my rambling about future updates so I can start rambling about my favorite/unfavorite teachers.

My favorite teacher is definitely my second grade teacher, Mrs. Parker.  She was a saint, that woman.  She was, without competition, one of the nicest teachers I had ever known; hell, she still is one of the nicest teachers I've ever had.  I'm reallt thankful for her because, at that time, I had just skipped the first grade because I wasn't being challenged enough; I was scared and I didn't know anybody and I missed all my friends in first grade.  She spent a lot of time with me and helped me get used to how their classroom system and stuff works; she even helped me make friends (Granted those "friends" were really just taking advantage of me and never really liked me, but I didn't know that at the time so I was happy).  She's also one of my main reasons for wanting to go to college; I made her a promise that I would stay out of trouble, stay in school, and get a scholarship to a good college.  I probably mighta done that regardless, but it's still nice to know she had that much faith in me.  God, I wish I could see her again.

My least favorite.  Oh geez, definitely my Algebra II teacher, Mr. Behrens.  He could not control the class if his life depended on it.  He also wasn't very good at explaining things or keeping the students' attention.  Though when I think about it, I think the reason he seemed like such a terrible teacher was because he got stuck with a terrible class; he got all the loud, obnoxious, ghetto, rude, loud-mouthed, airheaded, arrogant, hard-headed students at the last class of the day when everyone's general attitude is "Eff this I wanna go home!"  I didn't like him as a teacher, but as a person he had my deepest sympathies; no one deserves to have to teach the algebra class from Hell.  Seeing him struggle everyday solidified my decision to NEVER go into the teaching field; I just don't have the patience.

Today I graduated from high school with honors.  I got my diploma, said goodbye to all my friends, we all hugged eachother, I said goodbye to my teachers and hugged them as well, my family got together and had dinner at Golden Corral, and now I'm at home.  I'm finally done with high school and I'm semi-ready to move on and go to college and start becoming independent.

And yet I can't stop crying.

I was really excited and in disbelief before, but now it has finally sunken in that I'm never going back to that school, I'm not going to see my friends anymore, I'll never see my teachers again, and I'm going to have to learn to be an adult and grow up.  To tell you the truth, I'm not ready to move on yet.  I still want to be a teenager without a care in the world for just a little bit longer.  I wish high school was five years, just so I could hang around all my friends and favorite teachers, and make new friends and join the smae clubs and even a few different ones; just so I can enjoy being a kid a little bit longer.

The fact that I can't and no matter how much I want to, I'll never be able to turn back has caused me to slump into depression.  I just... I wish I never had to leave high school; that senior year would just restart over and over so I could stay with the people I love forever.

OH MY GOD CANDY CORN!!  I absolutely LOOOVE candy corn, almost to a point of being obssessed!  It's pure Heaven on Earth!  My God!  I wished they sold it year-round instead of just Halloween.  I really want some now.

Anizona 2009 was going to be my last anime convention before I move to Tucson for college.  I fixed up my costume, did some routine maintenence, even bragged about how awesome it'd be to all my friends.  I was super excited about it!  Since we were moving for a while the computer wasn't hooked up for a long time.  We just got it hooked up and got the internet back about two days ago.  I went on the website to see where it was and stuff, only to find out that it is now completely sold out.  I wanted to cry; I got my hopes up so much and got myself all excited for nothing.  But I guess it's just as well; I spent all my money on prom and yearbook, so I wouldn't have had any money to spend on anything.  And my con buddies cancelled on me so I would have been all by myself; plus I live about an hour away from where it's at.  So I guess it's not that bad.

But dammit I still wanted to go~!  It still hurts that I can't!

I'm hoping that by posting this in my blog, which has a grand total of 1 reader, I won't suffer too much internet backlash for posting this since openly declaring a dislike of this series is considered a sin to some of the more rabid fans. Speaking of which, if all you're going to do is flame me, insult my intelligence, and threaten some sort of bodily harm or something on me, please just do yourself and all other Twilight fans a favor and just STFU, because by doing the aforementioned things you're making ALL fans look really bad. You can still do it anyways if you want to - I can't stop you - but don't expect me to reply or acknowledge it. Also, I would rather this post not turn into some sort of all-out debate/flame war; I doubt enough people will read, let alone comment, for something like that to happen, but there's no harm in being careful. More than anything, I just really don't want the hassle or a flamewar in my journal; remember the first amendment, people. It exists for a reason.

First of all, Edward seems to display a lot of the characteristics of an abusive boyfriend/stalker. Before he and Bella even really met eachother or became a couple he'd sneak into her room at night to watch her sleep and follow her around practically every second of every day. He even threatened suicide if she didn't kiss him, which is an entirely new level of disturbing all on its own. Even once they started dating he trashed/destroyed Bella's car so she couldn't go out with her friends and he frequently calls her stupid. Edward's behavior is basically that of an emotionally abusive boyfriend, and he has all the personality of a cardboard box. But that's okay because he's so gorgeous and he's only abusive to Bella because he loves her. The really scary part is that this is one way that abused women justify the actions of their partners in real life, and the author herself actually expects readers to excuse Edward's behavior thus.  But Bella claims his behavior is "perfect, as well as many of the fangirls. I personally don't find even an ounce of romance anywhere in that, and if it were me I woulda called the police or reported him or something. And I won't even touch the "sparkling vampires" thing, mostly because I can't find words for it. All I can do is sigh and facepalm.

As far as Bella goes, she is pretty much the Sakura-Sue (Sakura and Mary-Sue) of the series. Bella is constantly getting knocked out, fainting, or becoming too tired to stand under her own power. If all else fails she gets all dizzy, whether it's from blood, a shock, Edward's dazzliness, or completely random. The fact that the "heroine" is so pathetic she needs her big strong love interests to carry her around all the time is quite unnerving. It's also a little funny too because it makes me wonder how many strong feminists were P.O.ed about how cripplingly weak she is.

Edward And Bella's relationship in itself is pretty bland. I mean, what do they like to talk about? What hobbies do they share? What attracts them to eachother other than the fact that Edward's pretty? There's no real substance to it at all except that Edward's pretty. I bet if you cut out any sentence paying tribute to Edward's godly, wondrous, Adonis-esque physique you'll lose maybe more than a third of each book. Even New Moon, which he was only in half of. Though Stephanie Meyer writes at a regular teen-reading level, she suddenly becomes very poetic when describing Edward's appearance. We're told that he's really gorgeous, but aside from his hair, eye color, complexion, and wardrobe, we really have no idea what he looks like. And for being such an awesome boyfriend to have, he's actually kind of dull... except when he's just creepy.

Some of the writing itself just bugs me because of the lack of good grammar.  "Gah! I gasped" , "sorry, he apologised".  With stuff like that I'm surprised the editor let it pass.  Plot holes are another thing that gets me. For example, Jasper goes berserk at the scent of a single drop of Bella's blood, yet he's been going to school where there might be any number of menstruating females at any given time with no problems. Meyer tried to hand wave this one away by claiming it was "dead blood." (You'd think a woman would know better...). Not to mention that someone must have gotten a bloody nose or cut at SOME point...  Speaking of biology failure,  Bella has an "estrogen rush" during her girl's-night-out in the first book and don't get me started on Edward Cullen's apparently ancient sperm... even though normal men's sperm is routinely recycled / produced constantly. The author's pulling the "male vampires' bodies are not frozen but females' bodies are" is a really sad excuse.

Take a deep breath, folks.  There's a huge wall o' text straight ahead.

Sloppy writing, sick making heroine and wonderful piece of cardboard hero aside, my main beef with the first book is the severe lack of research into Carlisle's background. Apparently he's English and born in the 1640s, "at a time of religious upheaval". Does everyone see where this is going? There's the usual remarks about 'the rule of Cromwell' and Carlisle's father being an Anglican pastor who hunted witches, werewolves and other things that go bump in the night. Contrary to popular belief, the Protectorate lasted 1653-1659, not a vague period of some ten to twenty years (the last eight months being poor old Richard Cromwell's problem).Although they had a jolly good time persecuting Catholics and Puritans, witch-hunting never fell under the remit of your average Anglican clergy. Meyer seems to have been inspired by the detestable lawyer Matthew Hopkins, self-proclaimed Witchfinder General, who used the Civil War as a front for his activities. Not only did he snuff it after just three years (1644-1647), he operated solely in the eastern counties of England, not London (Cullen Sr's base). You can argue that this is an alternative world version but it makes no sense. It states Carlisle was 23 when he was 'changed'. Doesn't that mean they'd be running their scam after the Restoration? ... Oy, vey. She's obviously glutted on a Salem-inspired vision of Protectorate England where witchhunters ran around burning people and yanking mince pies from diners' mouths.  And not to mentin how she completely butchered vampires.  She even openly admit she avoided doing the research so she wouldn't have to follow any specific guidelines and make everything up as she went along.  Okay, she didn't say all that; I paraphrased.  The actual quote was she didn't want to "worry about how many rules [she] was breaking" because she was "creating [her] own world."   Not to mention Meyer never actually visited the town of Forks, or any of the environs mentioned in the book, until after they were all finished. She claims the real Forks is exactly how she pictured it, while people who actually have lived in or near Forks will tell you the wildlife isn't nearly so crazy as in the books, among other things.   Don't forget the Quileutes. The Quileutes are an actual tribe who Meyer chose to include in her story because they 'live near Forks.' She made up mythology for real people.  She also likes to make 'fighting' consist of (thinking about) screaming, biting people, or waiting for Edward.  However, seeing as I myself tend to not do the research beforehand this is kinda like a case of "Pot calling the kettle black."  But I at least do some level of research for my own characters, which is more than I can say for her.

There's probably a lot more I could add to this, but I figure this much is good enough; I'm supposed to be writing a journal entry, not a freakin' novel.  Also, I have something to say before I end this because i get the feeling it might come up in a comment or something.  For everyone saying/thinking "If you hate the series, why did you read it?", I didn't want to have to hear "You have no right to complain since you haven't read the series!  If you read it you'll understand." or some variation of it.  Also, if I hadn't I wouldn't have been able to back myself up for this rant.  So yeah, 'm done complaining now.  I don't have a snappy line to go out on, so I'll just say Goodby and be done with it.

Simply put: I'm not (as big) a retard anymore.  I understand when people are being sarcastic, I know when I'm doing something stupid, I can keep my emotions under control instead of freaking out or getting mad at every single little thing (Okay, I'm still working on this one, but I'm a lot better at it now then I was back then), and I can hold my own in a fight... verbally.  I'm useless in a physical fight and will immediatly turn tail and run if it comes down to that, though in a battle of wits and words, I'm very well-armed... Unless things turn physically violent.  Then the "turn tail and run" plan comes into play, and you can bet I'll make it hard for them to follow me.  I'll be throwing stuff in front of them, making sudden turns, back tracking and zig-zagging and stuff all over the place (But given my extreme state of not-in-good-shape and lack of stamina, I'll pass out after aout three minutes of running around, and I can forget about hiding!  All that huffing and puffing I'll be doing would give me away in a hot second). 

I'm also a lot better acquainted with Christ then I was before.  And with that statement I have just killed off any readership I was gaining by pulling the religion card.  But I really mean that.  I read my bible and genuinely pay attention in church... I pray when I remember to... Okay, so I'm still a kinda sucky Christian, but at least I'm trying to get better!

I'm just gonna leave it at that, actually.  This entry's just long wenough so that it won't bug me to cut it short, and I hate saying so much good stuff about myself; makes me feel conceited or selfish.

Well this is "Hell Neighbor" where we have a family pretend to be the worst neighbors ever, and just when you're about to go Jack the Ripper on 'em, our little devil mascot comes out and says "You're On Hell Neighbor"!  Except the family's not pretending, they won't leave after a day, you're not on tv, and there is no little devil masot.  They really are your neighbors and there's nothing you can do about it. 

We have this Hispanic family (No, this is not a stab at Hispanics) living on our block and all the neighbors around them (my family included) HATE them.  Nobody will come by their house, talk to them, do anything for them, or acknowledge their existence.  I have yet to find a word in the entire english language that accurately describes what horrible neighbors they are or sum up everyone's mutual negative feelings toward them.  They are so incredibly high-strung and rude they call the police for the most insignifact things!!

When they first moved in, they called the police on our neighbor Jerry because his kid's ball went in their front yard.  Nothing was broken, no one was hurt, no one almost got hit, and nothing in their yard was even touched.  All that happened was a kickball landed int heir front yard.  That's it.  Stupid, huh?  That's not even the half of it.  Today they called the police three times on him. 

The first time was actually pretty understandable.  They called the police this morning because eggs came from the direction of Jerry's house and smashed their house.  However, at the time this happened: Both of Jerry's kids were at school, his wife was at work, and he was asleep.  The only possible suspect that leaves is the family dog, Moe, and I severely doubt he egged their house seeing as he's a DOG.  I can see where they were coming from; if a barrage of eggs hit my house, and they came in the direction of the neighbors I don't like or don't know, I'd call the police too. 

The second time she called the police was because his kids and their friends were playing in the entrance of the coldisac and were a "traffic hazard".  Our street itself gets very minial traffic: probably less than ten cars a day, and the actual coldisac gets even less.  I doubt they're holding up traffic.  Once the police left, Jerry walked across the street to Rob's (Our other neighbor who happens to be Puerto Rican) house and talked to him, making the joke "How much you wanna bet they'll call the police for jaywalking?"

They called the police for the THIRD time and said that Jerry was calling them mother flickers and making racial slurs; on top of that, they had the nerve to say that Jerry is being prejudiced against them.  Needless to say, that's not what he said at all!  Once Rob vouched for him and the issue was resolved, Jerry went back to his house and they've been pretty quiet ever since.

I'm guessing by now that some of you have noticed a bit of a pattern here; I congradulate you for paying enough attention to pick up on it.  For the people like me that don't pick up on stuff like that, here's the pattern; they only call the police whenever Jerry does something.   They won't make any complaints about their other neighbors: two black families, a Puerto Rican family, and a white guy with a Mexican girlfriend and three half-black half-white kids.  They only pick on Jerry, the token all-white family on the block/coldisac.  So tell me; how is a white guy completely surrounded by minority families (all of which think he is an awesome neighbor and good friends with him and his family) prejudiced? 

If you ask me they're the racists.  Remember why they called the police a second time: Jerry's kids being traffic hazards?  Well, Rob's three little kids play football and soccer in the street all the time!  And I mean the actual street, not the coldisac, and those people have never once called the police on him.  I just don't understand them.  I wish I could get all our neighbors to sign a petition asking them to leave or lighten up and show it to the neighbors, or maybe the city of Glendale. 

Well, I myself didn't really meet him, and he's not exactly a celebrity and the only people that know him are Arizonans that watch the channel 3 morning news. 

Some dude named Brad Perry who does the morning weather on the news came to my school my junior year.  Sometimes he'll come out to schools and do the weather report from the school and have the band playing and the cheerleaders dancing and cheering, and students cheering and the mascot.... mascotting. Ya know, that stuff.  We had to be out there at like 5AM, so i was like eff that that's too early!  Judging from what everyone that was actually there said, I'm glad I didn't go.

When on camera Brad's funny, a goofball, and happy and smiling.  Off camera dude's a ash hole.  He's rude, pushy, bossy, and won't give you the time of day without the camera on.  I remember one of my teachers recorded it and showed to our class, and one of the kid's cellphones went off while brad was talking.  On camera Brad just brushed it off and joked about it; from what i heard, when the camera went off brad tore that kid a new one.  Ugh.

Well, technically it's just a slideshow with transitions, music and a couple of sound effects, but whatever. I worked on it for about three days and I'm actually very proud of the end result. It's not that good since it's my first video, but I don't care. I worked really hard on it and I love it. I hope you all like it too. Just know that's it's really long; almost eight minutes. Just so ya know...

Ah poot eet on yootoob! ... Oh God what have I just done to the English language!? *SHAAAAAME*

Well, that all depends on the day, really.

One days I have school, I set my alarm for 6:45 AM.  When it goes off, I sleep through about five minutes of it, wake up a little and listen to whatever's on, then go back to sleep for a few more minutes.  I don't actualy get up until about 7:15 or so (Though I have been known to sleep in later than that).  After I finally drag myself out of bed, I brush my hair and, realizing that I waited too long to take a shower and still get to school on time, go ahead and get dressed.  Yeah, my hygiene kinda sucks, but I do manage to get a shower in at least three times a week.  ....... DON'T JUDGE ME!

After that I head into the kitchen, take my medication and a vitamin and put some lean pockets (The little breakfsat ones) in the microwave.  While they're cooking, I surf the internet for a few minutes to check all the recently updated webcomics, then scramble back into the kitchen when I hear my mom get up.  She doesn't like me on the computer first-thing in the morning.  By that time my lean pockets are done and I go ahead and sit down to eat just as my mom walks in the kitchen.  Once I'm done eating, she drops me off at school.

On Saturday I sleep in until about 8:30 when my mom wakes me up for league bowling.  I'll sleep in until about 9:00, then drag myself out of bed and get dressed.  I'll sit in my room and listen to the radio for a few minutes, then walk out of my room, eat a cereal bar and drive up to the bowling alley with my mom.

Sundays, I wake up at about 9:30 and listen to the top 20 countdown on the radio.  I'll crawl out of bed (As you can probably tell by now I don't like getting up), throw on some nice clothes, then sit in my room until 10:00 to hear the rest of the countdown.  by that time it's too late to eat something for breakfast and m ymom and I drive to church.

And on days like this where I just plain don't have anything to do, I sleep in really late, wake up, then make myself go back to sleep.  After about 10+ hours of snoozing I get up, stay in my pajamas, and spend some quality time (About 9+ hours) on the computer.

Without a doubt, The Dark Knight!  That movie was all sorts of EPIC awesome!!  I mean, I was completely blown away by it.  There aren't enough words in any language that could accurately describe just how awesome this movie really was.And Heath Ledger was AMAZING!!  Without a doubt the best actor of 2008.  It makes me depressed that he died; the movie world desperately needs more actors like him.

OOH And Seven Pounds!  That movie was without a doubt the best technical chick flick I have ever seen in my entire life.  Will Smith was great; I love his serious movies.  He gets to sinto it and stuff,  The movie was an emotional roller coaster, but in a really good, awesome way.  I woulda seen it a second time in theatres it was so good, and as expensive as stuff is nowadays with the economy wedged in the U-bend you KNOW it has to be good.

The Secret Life of Bees was really good too.  I wouldn't quite put it up there with The Dark Knight and Seven Pounds, but it really made me wanna read the book, and those of you that actually know me know that the last thing on my mind a good 99.9% of the time is reading a book that isn't a manga.  But wow it was good; I probably cried at least seven or eight times (Yeah, I'm a wuss).

What's Your Best Quality? Your Result: Personality   Your best quality is your personality! People like you because you are an all around good person. You have good manners and values. You also like to express your personal style and interests.
Loving
Out-Going
Sense of Humor
Ambitious
Intelligence
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What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Anime Nerd   If anyone is likely to dress up in a crazy outfit, you are! You enjoy the visual stimulants of intense art accompanied with deep plots of fantasy, science-fiction, real-life; or you are just obsessed with Japan and everyone and everything in it. They love to gather with people like themselves at conventions and act crazy! The anime nerds are often associated with the stereotype of being the "psychotic" nerd, because they tend to be obsessive over their characters and series. You psycho! I'm just kidding! But seriously, all forms of art should be appreciated, and anime is definitely one of them.
Gamer/Computer Nerd
Artistic Nerd
Social Nerd
Drama Nerd
Literature Nerd
Science/Math Nerd
Musician
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What type of person do you attract? Your Result: You attract geeks!   Your stunning intellect and love of sci-fi and video games allures the geeks like nothing else. Maybe it is the sparkle in your eye that makes them want to text you, who knows. Geeks make good partners, but tend to be arguementative. If you are a TRUE geek magnet, you will know if that was spelled correctly, and actually care. If it is a bad-boy/bad-girl you are seeking, you are barking up the wrong tree, unless they are just 'bad' behind a PS2 console.
You attract unstable people!
You attract artsy people!
You attract rednecks!
You attract models!
You attract Yuppies!
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My Foreign Policy Views
Score: -5.92

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My Culture War Stance
Score: 0.95

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My Political Views
I am a center-left moderate social authoritarian
Left: 2.25, Authoritarian: 1.18

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Which Positive Quality Are You? Your Result: Peace   You are Peace. Peace is the opposite of anger and destruction. Peace is calm. It tears down barriers; it brings us together. Peace is a noble goal sought by the good of heart. "May peace prevail on earth."
Charity
Love
Friendship
Courage
Faith
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ANIMOLOGY: What Animal Are You? Your Result: Teal Cat   You're the Teal Kitty Cat! You're as swift and sly as a ninja and very hard to please. You can be very soft yet very cruel at the same time. Your soul mate is the beige racoon and you're in conflict with the red jaquar.
Tan Giraffe
Red Jaguar
Gold Falcon
Ocre and Gray Dolphin
Blue Fox
Yellow Trout
Silver and Red Wolf
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UGH I AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW!!!!  I'll try to explain this as best as i can, but keep in mind there will be some bias in here.

As you should be aware by now, I am a huge nerd who has devoted her life to the internet and anime.  As such, I am amember of a roleplaying forum run and occupied by a lot of my online RP friends and stuff.  We've been roleplaying with out own characters and stuff for years and know eachother reasonably well, lkinda like a cyber dysfunctional family. 

Anyways, tonight we gathered in the forum chatroom to discuss the state of the forum.  The person who originally came up with the entire concept and design of our characters and the mansion they live in has been completely inactive for the past two years.  The co-owner (Whom everyone calls Link since his username is RLinkSoul) of the forum felt that we should completely makeover the concept: create our own mansion and redesign everything and stuff, so he PMed everyone telling them to meet in the forum chatroom for the meeting.  It's a really huge decision; trust me.

Anyways, I didn't find out until after the meeting ended that Link didn't bother to notify one of the members about the meeting.  If it was someone that just joined like a day or so ago or someone that never contributed anything, I could understand not telling him.  However, the person he left out of the loop (Twister) has been with us since the very beginning.  He was there back before the whole mansion idea was conceived and our roleplay environment consisted of a small living room with two couches, a lamp, and a coffee table.  When I finally noticed he wasn't there and asked Link if he told him, his reaction was basically "Twister?  Oh right him.  Well, he wasn't active until recently anyways so no harm done."  I was pissed.  Twister had actually been actively posting for the past several days and contributed a lot.  I nagged him and got on his case about it, but he simply got mad and logged off.

I'm so freakin' MAD about that!  How the HELL do you not invite one of the senior roleplayers to a meeting deciding the entire fate of the forum and its characters and stuff!?  He deserved to at least be told about it, even if he wound up not coming.  How am I supposed to tell him about this? "Hey Twister.  All the members had a really important meeting deciding the entire future of the forum and the characters and Link didn't think you were important enough to invite, even though yuo've been with us since the very beginning.  Here's the situation you didn't get to hear yourself and the options we decided on without you"??? 

Hate it.  I've never had a boyfriend before, so for me today's just a reminder that everyone else but me has a man they love that loves them back.  I woudn't say I'm bitter; I'm just sick of all this mushy gooey lovey dovey pink and red heart filled love affair that all the couples are gushing over while I sit at home in sweats and watch tv with all my other single friends.  Okay, so I am pretty bitter about it.  Even my gay friends have boyfriends; the only guy that ever liked me moved away two years ago, not that that really counts for much since I didn't like him back. 

Anyways, I'm soprry if my piss-poor mood brought ya down.  Have a happy Singles Awareness Day, everyone~!

I'd definitely wanna be a comic book artist or writer ot graphic designer.  Just about anything hat has to do with creating or modifying images and being creative would work, really.  I'm a dork and I like stuff like that.  Sure, there's not a lot of money in it but they're all jobs I'd love enough that the money wouldn't matter.

However, since I can be kinda high maintanence and stuff and love to spend money (ESPECIALLY for anime conventions and stuff), a job I'd love to have strictly for the paycheck and a little enjoyment would be .............. I actually have no idea.  There's very few really well-paying jobs that I'd like or can see myself doing.  Blood and sick people creep me out, so anything in the medical field is instantly ruled out.  I could maybe be a lawyer, but law is so freakin' complicated and stuff I dunno if I'd be able to handle it.  A state senator or legislature or something could work, but I'm still not sure. 

In any case, I'm just gonna stick with stuff in the drawing or creative writing field.

Okay, so like I said in my last entry a LOT of stuff has happened that I've been too lazy to post.  However, unlike my last recap I don't remember the dates.  Anyways, I'll try my best to remember everything that happened.

Okay, so about one or two days before Thanksgiving, my dad and stepmom, Vivian, came down here to Phoenix from California for a family reunion on Vivian's side of the family.  Anyways, I got invited to come since I'm family and we went to the Grand Canyon.  OH MY GOD WOW IT'S SO BIG!!  I've lived here all my life and I had NEVER been there before and I gotta tell ya: you just CAN'T get a feel for how big the grand Canyon really is unless you see it in person.  It's just breath taking!! 

Also, I SAW SNOW!!!  I grew up in Phoenix, one of the hottest and dryest cities in Arizona, so to actually hold snow.... I was in awe!!  I probably looked like a tourist to the other people there.  i can already imagine them saying "Hey did you see that black chick joygasming over the snow?  Yeesh, what a loser."  BUT I DON'T CARE!  I actually held snow and made a snowball!!  I can't even begin to accurately describe how happy and excited that made me feel!  I was also nearly decapitated by a snowball, but it was all in good fun!

Lesse, what else has happened.... Christmas was pretty good; I spent it with my dad and Vivan in California.  They don't do the gift thing since it takes away from what Christmas is supposed to be celebrating, but I didn't mind.  I don't care about getting gifts that much at all.  It was actually kinda dull; we didn't do a whole lot this time.

On another note AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SENIOR PAPER IS STRESSING ME OUT!!!  I'm already behind on a lotta the due dates and stuff and there's things we have to turn in this week that I don't have ready yet at all~!!!  I'm scared cuz if i don't pass it or get it in on time and stuff i won't be allowed to walk at graduation!  And don't even get me started on pre-calculus.

TOO LATE.  We just had our chapter four test a while back and out of all the teacher's two pre-cal classes, there was only ONE A and three Bs.  The smartest kid in our class (Or at least he USED to be) got a 69%.   I was shocked; usually every assignment he touches turns to an A and sometimes Bs, so to get something like that was shocking.  I myself got a 60%.  Luckily she allowed everyone who got below a C to retake it... which is good because the next chapter is going to be the hardest of the semester!  And it's based almost entirely off chapter 4.  So if you don't get chapter four, you won't have a chance with chapter five.  Wish me luck~!!

Okay... Is there anything I'm forgetting...........?  OOH OOH I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT IT WAS!!!  I got accepted to the University of Arizona!!  AAANNNDD because of y good grades and stuff they also gave me a 5K a year scholarship!!!  This was without a doubt the best news i heard all month!!  I'm still excited about it; I told all my friends, my family, and the congregation of my church!

Speaking of church, I joined a purity class type thing.  For the girls in my age group, it teaches about courting, good hygiene, manners, ettiquete, abstinence, stuff like that.  it seems really cool and I'm glad I signed up for it.

ANYWAYS, i think that's pretty much it; you are officially up to date~!!  Seeya next entry!