Hello all those who hate things,
The title of todays blog is Regret. Spelling, R-E-G-R-E-T. Synonym, remorseful, repentant, lametable. Meaning, to feel sorrow or remorse for (an act, fault, disappointment, etc. The Angel Definition? When you do something you wish you could take back. Do I regret anything? #ell yeah! Almost everday I wish I didnt say or do some stupid stuff that if put all together acounts for maybe half my life. I've made mistakes I can't fix, I've said $h!t I can't ever change. All those random moments where I wish I was anywhere but here. Moments, seconds, time, better think it out before you do it; or else. One second. Before you have time to catch yourself. Screw moments! All the times I wish I could go freeze frame. STOP and stare.
We apoligize for posting problems. Angelssecretblog was down for a while.
Peace,
Angel, And the people from Angelssecretblog corp.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Rest in peace.
Hello to all that loved and lost,
It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. It was better, for those who knew her, to have know, loved, and lost her than to have not known her at all. All the stuff that happened this week, all the tears shed, all the things said, all of it was just.......undescribable. The feeling of morn around everyone and knowing you can't fell their pain. I felt like maybe a tenth of what they are feeling. I never had a chance to know her so I couldn't really feel their pain. I could only watch another person cry, another person fall, another person feel pain in their heart. And do nothing. Why did it have to happen. I don't know. Why is one question everyone has, and will have untill we join Shcrissony up with God and all his angels cause hearing what everyone said I know thats where she went. The balloon ceremony was bueatiful and I'm glad I got to be part of that but hopes nobody has to go through that anytime soon. Ps....if you find or see a balloon floating around remember her and don't forget to pray.
Rest in peace,
Angel
Ps......Arm qoute one, If I died today, you better miss me, covered up by Rest in Peace Schrissony.
~~~~~~~~~~ This is the day ~~~~~~~~~~~
If there was ever a time to hurt
if there was ever a time to cry
this would be the day
if there was ever a time to pray
ever a time to thank god for what you had or have
this would be the day
if there was ever a time to sing
ever a time to think
this would be the day
and everyday and anyday
this could happen
so live longer, laugh louder, love everyone
cause one day
ir may be the day
It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. It was better, for those who knew her, to have know, loved, and lost her than to have not known her at all. All the stuff that happened this week, all the tears shed, all the things said, all of it was just.......undescribable. The feeling of morn around everyone and knowing you can't fell their pain. I felt like maybe a tenth of what they are feeling. I never had a chance to know her so I couldn't really feel their pain. I could only watch another person cry, another person fall, another person feel pain in their heart. And do nothing. Why did it have to happen. I don't know. Why is one question everyone has, and will have untill we join Shcrissony up with God and all his angels cause hearing what everyone said I know thats where she went. The balloon ceremony was bueatiful and I'm glad I got to be part of that but hopes nobody has to go through that anytime soon. Ps....if you find or see a balloon floating around remember her and don't forget to pray.
Rest in peace,
Angel
Ps......Arm qoute one, If I died today, you better miss me, covered up by Rest in Peace Schrissony.
if there was ever a time to cry
this would be the day
if there was ever a time to pray
ever a time to thank god for what you had or have
this would be the day
if there was ever a time to sing
ever a time to think
this would be the day
and everyday and anyday
this could happen
so live longer, laugh louder, love everyone
cause one day
ir may be the day
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
This blog may be reaaaalllly long. (Zoo trip part two.)
Hello Furballs,
Brandi says you should tell someone if you want something to stop but there are too many things I want to stop, like for instance, the world. From spinning and making me face another day over and over and over again. I can't like stop for a second and let me think. Their are to many feelings, deep in the pit of my sole for me to ever be able to fit in one blog. So I choose to keep it to myself and let the world spin. I'll get hurt, soo what, I'll be sad, but everyone else will be happy. It's how things work, at least in my life. I hate feeling, emotions, anything that confuses me and makes me act stupid. Gawd I wish they would go away or stop so I could get on with my life. I get soo mad sometimes I want to strangle things or burst. I get so sad I just want to crawl into a corner and hide, like in my closet, I love my closet. I can't stop it. I never will be able to. I don't want to get hurt, I don't want to hurt others. I don't want to cry, I don't want to be confused, I don't want to feel stupid. I guess sometimes I want to just let it all out. Talk on and on about everything rambling around in my head. I could probably go on for hours and hours. And at the end I guess I'd feel better. Maybe that stupid boulder holding everything would just fall. And maybe I wouldn't be held back.......Gawd this all sounds sooo stupid and....ugh. This is why I hide things.
Why did I have to pay like 15 dollars just to go to the zoo, eat, and get lost. Yes I said get lost. Obviously are teachers suck at directions because we spent half an hour walking around, IN THE RAIN, paranoid. I mean sereously lost in the zoo, in the cold damp wetness it is. It was freakin pouring. And if you think that sounds bad go to the rainforest in North America, we might as well been swimming. I was soaked. Though it was still kinda fun. O.K. you got me. It was insanely fun. I mean I probably wouldn't won't to go back there but still really fun. It took 2 freakin' hours to get there, which were boring as they could be and very uncomfortable. And that was bad but whats worse is the ride back. Sitting in your soaked clothes for 2 hours in a very uncomfortable position in the cold. THE COLD. I'm a really weird person and I would so love to be hurled up in a blanket in a small corner closed. I really don't like big open areas. Ooooh and if it was raining.....ok that sounds really weird.
Peace out xoxoxoxo,
Angel
Ps.......Random qoute on my arm today was "Never forget to say 'I love you!'
Brandi says you should tell someone if you want something to stop but there are too many things I want to stop, like for instance, the world. From spinning and making me face another day over and over and over again. I can't like stop for a second and let me think. Their are to many feelings, deep in the pit of my sole for me to ever be able to fit in one blog. So I choose to keep it to myself and let the world spin. I'll get hurt, soo what, I'll be sad, but everyone else will be happy. It's how things work, at least in my life. I hate feeling, emotions, anything that confuses me and makes me act stupid. Gawd I wish they would go away or stop so I could get on with my life. I get soo mad sometimes I want to strangle things or burst. I get so sad I just want to crawl into a corner and hide, like in my closet, I love my closet. I can't stop it. I never will be able to. I don't want to get hurt, I don't want to hurt others. I don't want to cry, I don't want to be confused, I don't want to feel stupid. I guess sometimes I want to just let it all out. Talk on and on about everything rambling around in my head. I could probably go on for hours and hours. And at the end I guess I'd feel better. Maybe that stupid boulder holding everything would just fall. And maybe I wouldn't be held back.......Gawd this all sounds sooo stupid and....ugh. This is why I hide things.
Why did I have to pay like 15 dollars just to go to the zoo, eat, and get lost. Yes I said get lost. Obviously are teachers suck at directions because we spent half an hour walking around, IN THE RAIN, paranoid. I mean sereously lost in the zoo, in the cold damp wetness it is. It was freakin pouring. And if you think that sounds bad go to the rainforest in North America, we might as well been swimming. I was soaked. Though it was still kinda fun. O.K. you got me. It was insanely fun. I mean I probably wouldn't won't to go back there but still really fun. It took 2 freakin' hours to get there, which were boring as they could be and very uncomfortable. And that was bad but whats worse is the ride back. Sitting in your soaked clothes for 2 hours in a very uncomfortable position in the cold. THE COLD. I'm a really weird person and I would so love to be hurled up in a blanket in a small corner closed. I really don't like big open areas. Ooooh and if it was raining.....ok that sounds really weird.
Peace out xoxoxoxo,
Angel
Ps.......Random qoute on my arm today was "Never forget to say 'I love you!'
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Zoo Trip.
Hello Ferocious Felines,
As you may, or may not know tomorrow is the zoo trip. For all those that do know, our group should consist of Christian, Brandi, Me, Adriana, Catarina, and Alex in that order. Hopefully They can have atleast groups of 6 ^_^. Like anyway, I know Christian has no listening capability so to repeat myself, IGNORE the next 3 or 4 blogs. And since I know he's going to ignore that don't get mad. I was trying to protect you from the shame that is my inner feelings. Gawd Christian you suck.....reading the blogs before I could edit them. UGH. Not like I care. Ladidadidaaaa!!!!!! i will so finish this wiin i remember what to wriite
As you may, or may not know tomorrow is the zoo trip. For all those that do know, our group should consist of Christian, Brandi, Me, Adriana, Catarina, and Alex in that order. Hopefully They can have atleast groups of 6 ^_^. Like anyway, I know Christian has no listening capability so to repeat myself, IGNORE the next 3 or 4 blogs. And since I know he's going to ignore that don't get mad. I was trying to protect you from the shame that is my inner feelings. Gawd Christian you suck.....reading the blogs before I could edit them. UGH. Not like I care. Ladidadidaaaa!!!!!! i will so finish this wiin i remember what to wriite
Monday, May 26, 2008
L-O-V-E
Love means never having to say your sorry. It means no matter what you still care for that person past their flaws, and anything. I love a lot of people, or a little, however you want to look at it, and they couldn't do anything that would make me love them any less. Though I have to say love makes people do some really stupid things, act like tards and blinds those who see with their heart. Anyway when you say "I love you" it's like a contract signed stating you'll care for that person till the world allows you not to. Long ago the word love was one of those things that you don't say till your sure. I guess a sacride word that was not just handed out like cupons like how we use them today. More like freak-o halmark cards. Love makes people do things, bad things, things they wouldn't usually do and some things that hurt the ones they love. Hate it or love it love is just one of those things you have to deal with.
Peace out XOXO's,
Angel
ps.......Thank you Cat I guess you're right.
pss......2 new additions to the daily blog. One "What I wrote." a section wear i tell you all the amazing things i write on my arm. Pretty random. And 2 poetry, songs, or random qoute's. Either regular or simiregular.
psss........The commenting problem has been fixed. Soooo sorry about that. Please recomment or comment.
Peace out XOXO's,
Angel
ps.......Thank you Cat I guess you're right.
pss......2 new additions to the daily blog. One "What I wrote." a section wear i tell you all the amazing things i write on my arm. Pretty random. And 2 poetry, songs, or random qoute's. Either regular or simiregular.
psss........The commenting problem has been fixed. Soooo sorry about that. Please recomment or comment.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Junior Honors Sociaty Induction Ceremony
Hello Party Pups,
I get soooo pist hearing about that. One example of hate. Like 5 teachers at my school hate me to death. And that is why I was not exepted into the gay a** Junior Honors Sociaty and Golden Child Brandi, and Always Perfect Christian were. I soooo don't want to sound like a stuck up "I'm better than them" type because I sure as heck aren't. If the stupid judges didn't know me (or know what they thought was me) I would have gotten in, though I don't care that much........O.K. I care, ALOT!!! I'm just soo......UGH. I just get so annoyed. Brandi and Christian are better than me at everything. EVERYTHING!!!! I mean everything I do it seems they come along and do ten times better than me. I use to write poems, Brandi came along and wrote poems that were deep and really good. I use to be on SNN, Christian got in, I didn't, though thats kinda because I hate Blake. I have written stories since I was 9, Brandi wrote a fantasy story that even I know was amazing. The Student Ambasitor (correct spelling if wrong), Battle of the Books, drawing, anything really. O.K. now I sound jeolous when I'm not, really. I'm happy for how well they do in everything. Im just sad that I can't do half those things.
Peace out,
Angel
I get soooo pist hearing about that. One example of hate. Like 5 teachers at my school hate me to death. And that is why I was not exepted into the gay a** Junior Honors Sociaty and Golden Child Brandi, and Always Perfect Christian were. I soooo don't want to sound like a stuck up "I'm better than them" type because I sure as heck aren't. If the stupid judges didn't know me (or know what they thought was me) I would have gotten in, though I don't care that much........O.K. I care, ALOT!!! I'm just soo......UGH. I just get so annoyed. Brandi and Christian are better than me at everything. EVERYTHING!!!! I mean everything I do it seems they come along and do ten times better than me. I use to write poems, Brandi came along and wrote poems that were deep and really good. I use to be on SNN, Christian got in, I didn't, though thats kinda because I hate Blake. I have written stories since I was 9, Brandi wrote a fantasy story that even I know was amazing. The Student Ambasitor (correct spelling if wrong), Battle of the Books, drawing, anything really. O.K. now I sound jeolous when I'm not, really. I'm happy for how well they do in everything. Im just sad that I can't do half those things.
Peace out,
Angel
Saturday, May 24, 2008
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