Finally letting people see my soul

I have suddenly realised how busy I will be shortly.

Here is next week in the life of Ebony.

Monday - Hand in Maths book for collection. Do ENTIRE IPT assignment IF Payne fixes the stupid database that he screwed up. IPT after school. Drama after school.
Tuesday - Creating connections. Perfect dance for PE - even though Corinne won't be there. Pack for yr 7 camp when I get home. Watch NCIS (it's important!)
Wednesday - Be at school by 7:45am. no I am not kidding. go to camp.
Thursday - at camp. stupid stupid yr 7.
Friday - come home. SLEEP
Saturday - wake up early. drive to canberra. go to family friend's wedding. drive home from canberra. hopefully get home before midnight.
Sunday - working 9 hours :'(. and i have to close. and sunday closes are HARD cuz u have to balance it. :( get home by about 10:30. still sleep deprived from camp.

And THEN i have infamous tuesday. with 4 assignments due.
FAR OUT!

I don't like year 10. CAN YOU IMAGINE YEAR 11??? AND 12???!!!!!

So I should probably go do Geo reasearch action plan.
HOWEVER, I do not like homework.
Therefore, I shall blog.
Excellent logic, don't you think?
Remind me, how have I EVER gotten assignments in on time?

Anyhoodle.

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You all know how very much I love 6 word memoirs. But it is not just because they are cool. But because it has introduced me to some very beautiful people.
Some words from Cheru Carnage:

Sticks and stones can break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.
And if I tell that lie enough than maybe you won't see.
Mother dearest always said not to stray far from home.
I never pondered the notion of their voices in my head.
Never saw the needle piercing from underneath my bed.
You cannot heal the wounds,
Not with you swift lick,
I'm sorrys and regrets don't make the farces stick.
Sticks and stones might break my bones
Those words will truly hurt me.
And when I'm standing on a cliff
You will soon desert me..

Isn't that a beautiful poem?
She wrote it ages ago.

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MENTIONING LANA
Number 4! Haha, PLEASE tell me you're still reading!
I looove you Lana.
Because your smartness rubbed off on me!!
And my loudness rubbed off on you!!
And today YOU got in trouble for talking in class you naughty girl :L.
(Yes Shailin, it's your influence, too)
Anyways, I LOVE YOU LANA!
You are le awesome.
And THANKYOU for visiting me at work
(You're still the only one :L)
(Oh the joys of looking for mushrooms)
Haha, you're shorter without school shoes on. =)
Ok, that's enough about you

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This dance is getting old. Always playing around what neither of us will say. Always getting close, then backing away, before we accidentally say it. Taunting each other with words, with thoughts, with secrets. Scared that if we get too close, one of us will run. So we keep it light, we continue to dance. Always the prospect that one of us will slip, that one of us will leave, that one of us will go too far. And that's what keeps us dancing.

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We twirl around in each others arm, and spin in circles laughing. We slow dance together, and we're there for each other. We hold hands and run around. We make trains of hugs, and our faces light our when we see each other. We poke each other, and giggle together. And when poke each other's waist, we instantly fall into each other's arms. It feels so comfortable, so natural that neither of us wants to move. And sometimes we just stay there, to feel each other's warmth, to feel wanted, to feel loved.

But YOU ARE THE WRONG PERSON.
And you feel the same way about me.

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I am soo megapissed today. I swear, people say things that usually don't bug me, and I totally raged. And sometimes, well, sometimes I was very hypocritical. I expected people to be able to read my mind, and do what I wanted without me even telling them. And that's not very fair of me, and I get pissed at my mum all the time for it, but that's the kind of mood I was in. I have decided to blame it on PMS and hope I am much nicer very soon :L.

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I know you know it makes me feel good about myself. I know you're only doing it to make me smile. But it does! And thankyou so much for that. I used to think we were fabulous friends. I don't think that anymore. I think we are people that use each toehr. You use me to get to her, I use you to feel like I am a good person. At the end of the day we're both happy. And you're manipulative. But so am I, so I forgive you. Maybe we COULD be fabulous friends. But we'd have to sotp using each other, and at the moment, this is working out well.

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I don't think any of those people I blogged about read this, even though I have mentioned my blog to all of them. Oh wells, my mum just got home, which mean I should leave before she kills me, besides, Star Trek is starting soon, and I have a lot of chocolate to consume between now and then.
I'll see you under the moon.

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Song.Song.Song. Haha, perfect!

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted blac
kMaybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!