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tomorrow as many people know is april fools day. I cooked up some of the best pranks! first, i painted the soap with clear nail polish so it won't give off any suds, then i took some cream cheese and filled in the top of my dad's deoderant. he'll kill me in the morning i just know it! lol i want to see his reaction.

maturity has never been in question for me since the 3rd grade. i've always been too mature for my age and too knolageible at my age for people to grasp. i believe that i have gotten to mature for being 14. i'll explain

My mother bought me a new shirt. i looked at the shirt and i exploded. i don't know what got into me. i started lecturing her on how i could understand being a bit frivilous with food but i had plenty of clothes and didn't want more. i had told her again and again that i don't want more clothes and also i have plenty already. and it she should on the rare occation find something that she just couldn't pass up, she should take a picture of it and send it to me through our cell phones and i would send back feedback. 

she just did it one too many times. going out and shopping on her own (dangerous in itself because she usually spends a fourtune and we don't have tons of money) then she bought a shirt without asking me first or even considering that i have a shirt almost exactally like it in my room and i usually don't wear it. then she comes home and presents it to me expecting for me to instantly fall in love and wear it all the time for the rest of eternaty. 

i lectured and lectured. i realised right about in the middle that i was crying.  i was so dissapointed with her. we don't have the money, she should focus on what we NEED, insted of stupid and senceless impulse buys. 

we got rear-ended two years ago and my mother suffered neck injuries. she is a violinist and uses her neck for work. She has spent thousands on metical bills and she has majorly large credit card bills. we just can't afford these kinds of things. and she needs to learn this.  

lately my mother isn't the woman she used to be. she hangs out with one of her friends a lot more then i think is healthy. her friend is mixed up in some pretty bad things. i don't know her that well, but i know that she does things that...that i believe a law abiding citizen would not do. she gambels and smokes and is pregnant (though she knows who the father is... i think...) she is not married and i don't believe is in her life anymore. (i do believe that you should be married to the man who's baby you are carring unless you have gotten "medically assisted" pregnant. i believe that the father and mother need to be together for the first five or six years to provide stabibity which i believe is crutial to rasing a healthy and confident child. my father really isn't in my life. a week a year is pretty much all i see of him, he and my mother were never married and this information probibally greatly influences what i think about a stable household.) i know that my mother smoked when she was in college but i know a lot of people who did that. i recently found out that my mother has started up again. (i will never smoke and that's a garuntee because i know what it does to people) that is about consistant with when she started hanging out with this friend. i know she dissaproves of gambeling or she says that she does. But how am i to believe her when she is lieing to me so much. in reality, i don't know where she goes when she says she at her friends with. i really don't care if she is having a little fun with the oppisite gender but i dont' want her doing things that are endangering her health. After she retreated with a big smile on her face which was totally unwarrented i went into my room and cired my eyes out. i am doing more than my part to keep this little family afloat, i use food that we already have around the house to make meals, i just renovated a pair of too tight jeans to fit with a few hours and a $5.00 ball of yarn when i could have asked for a new pair wich would probibly cost upwards of $20.00. don't buy new books, i take them out from the library. but i'm only 14. i can't get a job (you have to be 15 in this area) to help support the family. my parents won't let me do the shopping by myself to get just the items that we need. pretty much all that is in my power is to get good grades and hope for a scolorship to college or i'm not going to be able to go to college at all and yell when they don't make the right decitions to hopefully teach them that that was a bad thing to do. i feel like the parent.  

day 5-10- i don't feel like giving this one a title

As you can tell, i haven't posted in five days. As you probibally have guessed, i've been busy. yea yea i know i know. but it's just whatever. i really don't remember what i was doing these past days. getting mad at CBS is one thing. insted of there usual CSI on thursday at 9:00, they had basketball, and insted of flashpoint at 9:00 and numb3rs at 10:00 on friday, they had four hours of basketball basketball basketball. 

forget the past, today i came home from school and when i layed down on the couch my eye started watering and was itchy so i took benidryl. i fell asleep for two hours. i really don't feel like typing anymore so i'll talk to you later! bye bye!

day 3 and 4 - clover leaves and an addiction

well i didn't write monday because i didn't feel like it. yeah i'm pretty lazy don't cha think? well i really can't explain why i didn't even touch my computer. well i can. it's my addiction. well i'm addicted to pokemon videogame. I have a gameboy SP. Yeah i know old fashioned. don't get on me for that i mean it's the only gameboy advance game i have. the rest are gameboy games. like Super Mario Land, Kirby's dream land, and the amazing spiderman. yeah old i know. and i know you're probibally asking "pokemon??? omfg! i thought that you were 14 freeking years old!" yeah well call me infantile but if you have ever played it. then you might find it kinda addicting. in the game, I caught three pikachus before I got to the first gym. I was amazed because normally I only find one per game in that area. Wyell, on to today.

As many people know, today was (is) st. patrick's day. This school day absolutely sucked! The teachers said that no one could pinch anybody. One of the kids in my class kicked me in the ankle. i completly hate him. But well, i kinda diserved it. i broke his pencil when we wasn't looking. I hope that he fails the 8th grade. but enought of that, nevitive thoughts breed negitive actions. but well, i don't post this in 2 minutes it won't be today but tomorrow. 

day 2

i'm the kind of person who always has to compete. I need to be the absolute #1 at everything. 

And now today i am admitting that i totally and completely suck at something and that something is soccer. I joined my school soccer team because i wanted to get more excersize. And I assure you that the cute guy who i kinda have a crush on (who just happens to be on the soccer team)  is just a bonus. Anyway, I am the worst player on the team. I can bearly dribble without loosing the ball completly. when we devide our team into two teams, my team usually loses. yeah i'm that bad. and now i'm not aloud to quit because my parents won't allow it. 

It just sucks to be 14 you know? I just want to be grown up already. I don't want to have to obay my parents rules. I want to be an adult now! I want to be able to make my own decisitions! I want to get serious with a boyfrined and not just go to the movies then go home. I want to go out to dinner just the two of us. I want to buy the food that I want to eat insted of the foods that my parents buy. Well that will never happen. Well I mean I will grow up eventually but i just want to grow up now! 

Well after this quite long and somewhat stupid rant. I will shut up. Now, after discontinuing this i will say goodbye. So goodbye! haha ^_^     

day one - welcome to my life

Well what is there to know about me? 

Let's start with a simple greeting.

Hi! My name is elsie. i"m fourteen, in 8th grade.

I don't have a myspace or facebook because i really don't like people knowing that much about my life (that defies all logic because i'm blogging dosen't it?).

I named my blog sweet sugary love and kisses because it seems like everything in my life is coated in sugar so that i will never feel pain and never see the dark side of people. i like seeing the dark side of people because i can see what people want to hide when they are not in the mood to sugar coat it. (did that make sence???)

I'm the missfit of the class in school. I have the same 16 people in all of my classes and most of those 16 people hate me. The few people who don't hate me, i hate. my math teacher (who bears a pretty close resemblance to the main charicter in masters of discuise when he turns into a turtle, one of my friends calls him "turtle man" no joke) says that i'm more mature then them and theyjust can't comprehend how i think. I think that he's probibally right. when i ask the more difficult to anwser questions (like when talking about box and wisker plots, the upper and lower quadridals aren't 25% each of the total data because the lines have to take up space) most of them quite litterly just groan. it's rather annoying too.  But being somewhat of a know-it-all sort of suits me, i start to feel somewhat insecure if i don't have at least a basic understanding of the topic as well as being able to recite certan bits and pieces of data that no one in the room (except the teacher and sometimes not even the teacher) knew previously to me expressing it.      There's this guy in my class who has the biggist crush on me. his favorite line (at least to me) is "is that a threat or a promase?''. I once liked him. then my best friend told me (on the class field trip in charleston i might add) that she would be right back. i later found out that she went to ask him out. as it ended out she asked him out like an hour later and he said yes to her. about four or five months later i got hold of his email and i an email from my best frind to him saying that they were "broken up"  as it turns out they wern't broken up and i was going out with him (in his oppinion not in mine) and it was a big mess and i ended up sending my best friend all of our chats in which he was flirting big time. 

I hate his guts now. I had a dream once that I was throwing high heeled shoes into his back and they were sticking and blood was gushing. it was marvelous! but i would never act on this wimsical desire to cause pain to someone who has caused me pain. i just observe and report to myself in a journal that i keep hidden away in my brain. I always try for the seat in the room that gives me the best vantage point. Somewhere where I can see everyone in the room and watch them carefully. 

 Well i've written enough for at least one day, i don't want people to take one look at my page and proclaim it to long to read. so untill then see you! ^_^