I have no clue!!!

So I have decided that I couldn't do anything in construction. I've had to completely redo my room because of mold and argh it's just a pain in the butt. I can't see how anybody would want to do it for a living I am glad that they do but still. It really isn't that great.


So I have been working on this story that i would like to have published one day and I thought that I might just post the bits that i have done so i could see how other people like it.
A little background on the story. this is supposed to be a vampire story, with Jules (main character and name is subject to change) Is sent to live with her father after a horrible accident with her mother. Jules is a vampire slayer and is readjusting to her new home, life, and way of slaying, when she finds out the most horrible information and changes her forever.

Life is a funny thing it changes so quickly and unexpectedly. One moment your dependant on a person and suddenly they are taken away from without a word, as was the case with me. I was stuck on a 12 hour flight from the London airport to the SLC international airport. I had a lot of time on the plane to think, it was funny that only a couple of weeks ago before, that all that had concerned my life was the next big party I was going to attend. Whither or not I was going to pass my next big test, as a result of not studying because of the partying. And most important, what was I going to do with myself in a new home and a fairly new country. Despite all the new things and the week in my life that I couldn't for the life of me remember, but I was finally going to be with my dad. Next time I have parents who split up I’ll try harder to convince them to let me stay in contact with the other one and not moving oceans apart.

As my plane landed I suddenly felt very self conscience of every thing about me, I wan’t sure it Matt ( my dad) would be able to remember me since I had grown quite a lot since he last saw me, ten years of growth to be exact. I wasn’t sure how he would react to my appearance. At sixteen I was five foot eleven and only one hundred and forty five pounds. So I was really tall and lanky. In addition I had what most would call an “Emo” presence to me. Despite I was no where close to being one, an Emo that is. I did have the look down though. I had long since died my red hair a raven black and it always hung in my face. As I stood up to get off I readjusted my, what else, black Nightmare before Christmas baby doll tee, and my black jeans that had a million holes in them and just as many paint splatters. I felt suddenly very aware of the stares that I was getting from all around me. You know the looks I’m talking about the ones that burn and accuse all because of what you have on. Well, it wasn’t like most of them had room to talk most of those on the plane where over weight middle age men who were wearing Hawaiian shirts. Hadn’t anybody let them know that they where landing in Utah not Hawaii, and should probably finds some thing less hideous and obvious that they where way over weight.

I hurriedly grabbed my “My Chemical Romance”, messenger bag and walked off the plane toward the front of the airport wasn’t sure what to expect as a greeting party. As I exited the last of the security checks points, I scanned over the reception area for my dad. I couldn’t see him, but I could see a massive amount of balloons and a paper banner, I felt bad for that poor schmuck who ever it was that was for. That has got to be one of the most embarrassing things ever. I didn’t see anyone right away as I thought that I might wonder around to see if I could see my dad. I started my wanderings by walking past the sign first. Let me tell you that was a BIG mistake.

So that's what i have finished so far. I'll write more when I have it, but so far I've got writers block. so ya

Blah!

I'm going nuts! Summer is way too long! I need people to talk to I hate being a sometime friend. I mean all my "friends" only talk to me if there's no one else to talk to, or when the "pretty" girls aren't around. I hate it. Just to note you all, if your going to invite the whole group of "friends" to do something make sure you get the whole group and not just the pretty people. Us who are not the pretties need friends just as bad as the rest of you if not more. AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!! It makes me so MAD. So I've decided that for now on I'm on my own I don't need any close friends. I can make it on my own I did for six years and now that i decide to go to a new school (this will be year three) I have nobody from the last school and know nobody from this new one. I really am liking this aloneness. It really isn't that bad coming to think of it. Oh wait I hate this I hate being alone! I need somebody! I need closeness I need some people that I can vent to. I hate this bottleing everything up and not leting it out. I hate being alone. I fricking hate it all!!!!!

For all you guys out there if you have a friend that is a girl treat her likes she's a person. Don't be an asshole and push her away, just because you see her as a guy, when the "pretty" people come by. She may seem okay with it on the out side, but some where deep in side she's hurting and hating every moment that she's there with you and the pretties!!!

first blog ever

I don't know why i decided to do this, I guess it's because my phones being gay and won't work. Or it is more possible that it's summer and I have nobody to communicate with!!!! SoI guess I'll tell random people what the hell is going on.
well any way I'll try and up date this offten, but I'm not going to make any real promises
any way have fun