I know this girl.

She always listens to everything everyone says, even if she has no interest. This doesn't exclude anyone. She always listens. Not only does she listen, she remembers and brings it up again in conversation.
She laughs at my jokes even though they are not funny. She can say the most random things ever. Our  conversations together are crazy and fun.
She is one of the nicest people I know. I have never seen her be mean to someone. She always tries to cheer up the sad and includes the lonely. She hates telling people she hates them so, she never does.
She is an incredibly talented viola player.
She is gorgeous.
She is one of the smartest people I know. She has  an educated opinion on most things. Most things she says are memorable and interesting. She reads everything she gets her hands on.
She's kick ass at guitar hero.
We have been friends since fifth grade.

Oh yeah, her name is Cecilia.

Kickball. That word grates on my soul like a cheese grater on mozzarella. I hate it SO much. Guess what we had to play in gym today! Yep. Kickball. You know what's worse? The teams were student picked by captains. I was chosen last for the team (as was expected). You know what REALLY got on my nerves? The fact that the girl who I have gone to school with for three years hadn't known my name. She pointed to me and was like, "Uh...yeah...you."I know her name. I knew all of their names. Did they know mine? Apparently not! Ms. Popular was too wrapped up with herself to even take the few brain cells it would take to remember my name.

A  few days ago another one of "those girls" was standing at the head of my lunch table SCREAMING all the way across the table to one of her friends. My friend, making fun of her, looked at her and yelled "OMG! Is it National Yelling Day?" What did she do? She completely ignored him and kept on screaming. We know that she heard him. She was standing a foot away and he yelled it.

It has come to the point where we are not tormented or made fun of by the other students. We are down-right ignored. As if we were nothing. Nothing at all...


Most of the girls I am referring to are the preppy cheerleaders who would rather die than walking out of the house with no eyeliner on or without something from Hollister, Abercrombie & Fitch, or one of those stores. Those girls are the "popular girls." LISTEN TO ME! I am not saying I dislike these girls because they are popular. I am not saying that I dislike these girls because of their make-up or because of their clothes. I dislike them for the way they act. I dislike them for the way they disrespect others. Those girls all just happen to be alike in that way.

 Although I have been lacking inspiration in the videomaking/writing feild I still have been drawing. I enjoy drawing in permanent marker...it looks really cool. Even though,when I am drawing the fumes all go to my head and make me dizzy. Here are some pics :