So much has happend. I just wanted to post saying that I haven't died. I probab;y won't post anymore, being that I'm on tons of other websites. I'm also making my own, and when its done I'll post the link on here.

Yesterday Trevon said something really sweet to me, "The day you cry is the day the world comes to a crashing end." That was so sweet.None of my friends have seen me cry, exept one has heard me cry, over the phone. But other than that, you will never catch me crying. You won't even se a frown on my face. But, that doesn't mean I don't want to cry......at least 3 times a week I just want to break down, but I don't. I hold it in to the point that I just get a huge headache. The last time I cried, actually cried, was about 3 months ago. Before I moved, I cried because I didn't want to leave my family (aka my friends). Apparently they never wanted me to leave. From what 6 of my friends have told me from my old school, everything has gotten dull and uninteresting since I moved. Its like when I moved I took their life away from them.

And when I moved here, some of the people said nothing was to fun, until I came by. And Nzea said that Austin wasn't always so hyper and smiley. Libby said that she had no one she could really talk to, until me and my friend Chessa moved there (she was there two weeks before me).

XD

Yeah, its been 5 or so days, but oh well.

Nothing intresting has happend. I found out one of my friends lives in the same neighborhood as me. I also found out that my mom actually isn't a Christian. So nothing really new. Nothing on the inner me to talk about. Except for a couple of things guy related. Because I'm bored I'll just type them.

I honestly don't like anyone. And I don't mind to much. Well, I have a friend, Austin, and me and him hang out some. He always pokes me, and sometimes I do out of nowhere, saying, "Payback!" Not only do we hang out some, but we are also in a L.A. group together (it was a total accedent. I told my friends that I wanted to work with the new dude, and he called over Austin to be in our group.) For the pass month, a couple of people, mainly Dylan, have been sking us do we like each other and do we go out. I always answer no, but he doesn't. He either 1) Says "Shut up Dylan," or 2) Says, "Ok, thats weird".

I find something wrong with that. He never answers 'no' or 'I don't like her.' I'm the one that has to say stuff like that. But I don't really think anything of it though, because Austin doesn't seem like a person to really like a person. You should see him. Here, I'll give some detail about him.

Hes really tall. I mean, like 5'9" tall. Hes sorta overweight, but yeah. He has the grey-ish blue-ish green-ish brown-ish eyes (I can't help but stare at them all the time. They look so pure and so beautiful. But they are so filled and confusing with color that they are expressionless, like his face. His face never really changes. When he smiles, yeah. His voice doesn't really change either. He has a really weird voice, but it fits him perfectly. His face and voice can change when hes trying to act stupid. Sometimes he will widen his eyes and say "WEEEEEEE!!"

So yeah. I also, sometimes, catch him staring at me, but its kind of like a curious but blank stare. I seriously don't think he likes me, but idk......then there is a dude, Nick. Hes pretty cool. He palys the saxaphone, like me (and Austin does too. We are all in band together. I play alto, Nick plays tenor, and Austin plays baritone. I was going to play baritone but my mom didn't want me to play a new instrument before I moved.) I don't think Nick likes me, but we talk very little and already we have an inside joke.....doughnuts. We have started talking more, and yesterday he gave me a Jolly Rancher XD (I love Jolly Ranchers).

But yeah, theres a little update for ya.

Tonight my mind is blank. Nothing to write. I'm just tierd, and want some sleep. And though I have churhc tomorrow I refuse to get some sleep, because I'm making collages (I can't spell it, so if I didn't spell it right, its the picture things you make out of all different kind of stuff.

Heres one I made for me:



I made one for my bro Zack, but I don't have a thingy for it yet. I'm gonna make a few more. I'm really bored......

Chessa kinda sorta lost her voice today. So, in 3rd period, I had to be her voice and ask the teacher a question that she wrote on paper, for her. Mr. MacRae later same by and said, "So, where did you lose your voice?" He was trying to be funny, and all Chessa did was shrug.

Well, this is another one of those occasions where the smallest things can mean something really big. I had to be Chessa's voice. It was like her voice went to me.

Some people have the dreams, but don't have the voice. Someone else ends up taking their voice, and speaking for them. Sometimes they need to, otherwise the voice is never heard. Now, in this case, Chessa couldn't speak for herself. But most of us can. We can speak for ourselves, but most of us never do. Someone else ends up using our voice to get our point across.

No one will take my voice though. My voice will stay with me, because my dreams are big. I have the love, I have the faith, I have the hope, and I have the voice. I will be heard, thats what I was chosen for.