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! ^_^
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