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Okay, everyone here has been to school. I used to go everyday, even though I hate it. So let me talk about school.

You go to school for thirteen to fourteen years, taking your childhood away. Its fun when your young. But you get older and you don't like the restriants. You don't like sitting in a classroom learning the same thing over and over again.

You endure it, well you have to.

But for some reason there are always those kids, the ones that look like they enjoy school, that always have good grades, who suddenly stop showing up.

You always wonder about them. On the days they come they look a mess, as if they've never had a good nights sleep, and then the rumors spread. If its a girl at least.

The rumors go something like this, I heard she was at a party and had a bit too much, she's probably pregnant. Or I heard she runaway and is now living in a ditch. No, they aren't normally true, but the student your talking about could have so many problems, school could be the one normal thing in her life and the rumors make her school life hell.



So you start believing the rumors, your a slut, a cheat, a scandal, then you really lose touch with your self.

Hey, if your still in school, don't believe petty rumors made up by people with no life. It always back fires on the good ones.

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Enepsigos
22:12 Mar 29 2011

I was one of those who loved school. My home life was so bad that school was my escape, my safe haven. I was always wearing long sleeves, turtle necks, pants.. even in the dead middle of summer. You'd think that being covered in bruises all the time, people would know to leave it alone. But it's always the "popular" ones who start the rumors because it amuses them to make fun of someone else's misfortune. When my father got taken away and came back the first time, he moved us the very next day. When I came back 4 years later, I found out that everyone thought I had died.

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So I noticed my supposed 'blogs' have turned into teenage ramblings, but I don't care, its giving me a headache not telling anyone esle what I'm feeling.

So I met this guy about a year or two ago, don't ask me exactly how long. We met twice before we added each other on a social networking site and started talking on there.

We met in person a few more times, but due to us having different schuedules and living in different parts of the city we don't really get together to often.



So my problem is I like him, like a lot. I mean we talk for hours a day, about the silliest things. We're there for each other. So around Halloween I started liking him. But I just got done dating his brother, I know wrong of me but with me and his brother it was just to piss off his ex, and we knew we would never have chemistry.



So Jacob, the guy I'm talking about ended about getting a girlfriend, his first ever, and he's 18. I thought that was okay, firsts don't last. And this one definitely didn't.



This girl was too clingy for him and they had nothing in common. Around the time he was dating her I ended up dating a friend from elementary school. He was a jerk. I broke up with him about three times before he did the unthinkable, he complained that I couldn't hang out with him for one day because my grandma passed. That was the end of it and I never spoke to him again.



Around the time me and my ex were having difficulties so were Jacob and his girl and they broke up shortly after I did with my ex. I started thinking I would have the guts to mention I liked him, I mean he started acting different, like more flirty, so we suggested getting together one weekend.



The night before a girl asked him out. He's the type of person that has like real troubles saying no, so he said yes and we didn't hang out. Now, he's messaging me, telling me he liked me before I was with his brother.



I of course told him the samething but he doesn't want to hurt his current girlfriend. With all the guy's I've been out with he's the only one that makes my head spin, and distracts me. (sidenote, I've never been kissed)



He told me he doesn't want to hurt his girlfriend but if he could take it all back he would, and he would have asked me out properly. I so much wish for this day. But I fear it won't ever come.



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So let me tell you on how well me and Jacob get along. First of all, I know everything about him, his first kiss, who it was with what he was wearing. The signs that shows he's upset. All of his faves, what he does for fun, the way he sleeps. Things that makes him dorky, and even his strange fetishes.



He reveals to me emotions he can't tell anyone esle, his aunt passed exactly a year before my grandma so he knows how I felt and he's helped me through that. We have never argued, except over the fact that he thinks I'm cute and I know I'm not and he doesn't like his voice which is sexy.



He also allows me to call him Jake, let me explain this one. His aunt called him Jake, everyone esle always called him Jake up. He hates being called Jake, but I let it slip one day and he didn't care. He told me he was cool if I said it, he just didn't want anyone esle to have the privilige.



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Well thats just my guy problems, like anyone really wanted to know.

-Celeste

Okay so I recently lost a very dear person to me, just last december.... My grandmother.

She used to be the one I looked to for everything and she isn't here for anything now. She doesn't even get to see me in my first prom dress.

Anyways. I lost her in December, so now, in the middle of March, my uncle has a cookout, so much like the ones she used to do, especially at the beggining of spring. Then as we were about to leave he gave her some of the things she had collected while in the various hospitals.

It still pains me to think of her being gone. My mom was talking about looking through her things tomorrow and 'claiming' what we want.



So being the person I am, and since I know many more people are the same way, I can't think of her without tearing up. But everyone esle seems to think that its okay to rummage through her belongings claiming everything. I'm not even going to be able to look at the belongings much less speak up when I want something.

Doesn't help that my mom's good for nothing lousy boyfriend will probably take anything worth money value while we're sleeping to sell it.

My family thinks its wrong to cry once someones gone, so I can't just tell my mom why I can't do it.

This is my last chance to get something of my grandma and I won't be able to. I now wish she left a will, there is one thing I would have loved to have. A chipped porcelian doll, beautiful black hair and blue eyes. real life baby size, she named the doll Arriana.

As a child she would let me hold the doll, and play with her. My aunt is going to swoop it up though.



Well this is a major vent and not a blog at all.



I guess to sum everything up its hard to get over the loss of someone who was your lifeline when you felt like dying your self. And its a battle to wake up in the morning and act like everything is okay.

Well, we had a subsitute teacher today, so I figured I'd write my blog there instead of trying to figure out something clever at home. So I was writing about subsitutes when this one annoyed me.

He started talking about the movie we was watching being 'immorale' so I changed todays topic to morales, don't worry, I'm saving the subsitute one for a rainy day.

So morales, or is it moral? Anyways, lets not get off tracked. When it comes down to it, is everyones morales similar? I mean its like war, aren't we really all fighting for the same thing (what we believe is the 'right thing'). So for some reason when Mr. M, the sub, started talking about our morales being too low and somethings just shouldn't be done it got me thinking.

I don't really have 'morales' I mean of course I do, but I don't really think about it, its just like breathing to me. You don't need to think about it to know what is right and wrong for yourself. If someone offers me a joint, I will deny it because I know smoking pot is bad. Just like drinking way too much.

For some reason people these days are more immorale then morale. Can we really not trust the human race? Our own kind? If not who are we going to trust? I don't think the other animals are too eagered to help us, I mean after all we treated them like crap. So our morales, or lack of, is actually going to be the death of us, some way or another. At least that's how I view it.

Although this isn't how I hoped this 'blog' would turn out I guess it works. Until next time.

-Celeste.

PS. I'm starting to add any poem I write in poetry class on here as well. Go take a look.

-Celeste.

Okay. Introductions are in order.

I'm CelesteMoonChild. You have the privilage to call me Celeste. This is my first of many 'blogs'.

I would tell you exactly who I am but that will just ruin your deception of what I say in each blog, which is why I'm using Celeste.

I'm a female. Yes. That much and the fact that I live in Kentucky. Are about the only things I'll tell you, oh I guess you should also know I'm only 17.



Well this isn't going to be the best blog out there. Because really I'm just talking about myself. But if you wait you will see other blogs, that you might actually.



Most of my other blogs will talk about my views on world events and different things that people face today. I will put in my life experiences, and not only that but talk about silly things teenagers seem to talk about, like boys, or music, or parties, or whatever you get my point.



Stay tune. I'll update soon, and you will see what my blogs are really like.

For now,

-Celeste.

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Bellanova333
00:01 Mar 10 2011

Welcome

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Mayhemme
09:32 Mar 10 2011

Look forward to reading more :)

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