Today's entry is going to be about lies. Not just the standard white lie though, such as:
"Hey Sally want to do something on Friday?" - Friday happens to be the person's birthday.
Sally says, "Sorry (name), I can't, I've got plans". A group of people throw a surprise birthday party for (name), and he's absolutely thrilled.

The "white" lie is exempt from all future talk in this entry. The lie I'm going to discuss is the dirty lie. The dark lie. The lie that makes other people hurt. The lie that makes people regret making certain decisions. I'm sure you've been lied to before. I certainly have, and it's damned annoying. Is there some sort of wave or new fashion going around that people are doing that I don't know about? Are lies the new "cool", or are they just the moral degrading of the 2005+ society? I think it's the second one, but I'll let you choose.

I could go into countless number of times I've been lied to, especially recently. Considering it's highly probable that the person who lied to me will read this at one point or another, I'm not going to mention a damned thing. She's liable to smite me.

Change of topics - this has been sanitized for my protection.

Well, life started at 6:09 again this morning, 6:09.05 if you want to get picky. Another 19 days and I'll be waking up at 6:10. Tuesdays are always a bland day in the week. Not much to look forward to besides the weekend, so far away. I have a test in Algebra II/Trig tomorrow. Unlike the English test, which I probably didn't need to have studied for - this one I'm going to actually take some serious time out to look at the material. Something about math recently makes my toes tingle. Maybe it's the idea that nobody really needs to memorize the quadratic formula in the world today - unless you're graphing the positive side to your budget and want to know "where does my "time / money" intercept on the X-axis. Too bad I'm a hypocrite, I know the formula by heart. I'd recite it but it has too many subscript / superscript characters and square roots and such, it'd be a regal pain in the arse.

By the way, I forgot to mention to everyone about my animals. What reminded me was the sound of my parakeet, chirping away in the cage behind me. She's such a sweet bird. I've had her since I was 9 years old, so she's around 7 right now - she was probably a few months or so when I got her. Then there's my dog, Lady - I love her so much . . . she's probably the best, cuddliest, family dog we've ever had. She's a border collie, with two magnificent blue and brown eyes. She's kind of a scaredy-dog, considering she runs from my cat. Then again, my cat is about 4 feet long. Harley, my cat is a barbarian. I've seen him stalk my neighbors dog in the morning - going out of his way to attack the little rat from on top of the fence - he plays with his food so to speak.

My family is full of animal lovers. Before Lady we had Ginger & Lucia, and Zeek before them. Harley's lived through all the dogs, he's getting quite old now really . . . But before Harley even there was Mr. Rogers. He was adorable. Have you ever seen a cat wait on top of the fence post when you leave the house, and not move to eat or sleep until you got home? That's basically what Mr. Rogers was like.

After the 7 long periods of today, I don't really have homework because I was extremely productive and decided to exert my brain. After school though, as if I wasn't tired enough, I had gate until 6:00. Only 6:00 because I decided I should leave early and take a nap - study for my test- etc. etc. I haven't been sleeping very well lately, so I want to get a good night sleep. That's another thing about me - if I don't sleep right I start to feel depressed / zoned out / lonely. The cure? Sleep. After I sleep I'm set into a good mood. Mainly because if I'm tired I can't function to my best ability, and that gets me down and thinking about stuff and stuff leads to other "stuff" and yeah, on and on. Basically it becomes a continuing wrap of tired nature and I feel like falling right over in the middle of the quad and going straight to sleep. I'm about that tired right now, but I'm typing anyway. Why? It's not masochism, it's me loving writing. I could write for hours and hours. Writing is a vent of my soul. All the pent up frustration and anger, love, joy, whatever it may be - I can express all that in my writing, where as in the realm of three-dimensions I'd be openly criticized for it. My essay writing is far different from my journal writing though. This writing is all very rough and full of errors, and I'm aware of that. I just want this to be a "low-stress" situation. If anyone ever wants to read one of my essays, please, let me know. I write like an entirely different person in my essays, and I don't say "I" *smile*.

Tomorrow's going to be a busy and interesting day for me as well. After school let's out and I get home, I leave again. Where? Dermatologist. That's right, dermatologist. I'm plagued, notorious for being so. Some way or another I managed to get foliculitis, or something of that bacterial species. It's a real bummer - it's these acne like erosions all over my upper arm / back. It's pretty gross. At least it's not acne though, that would be embarrassing. This gives me an excuse. It seems to go through pulse phases where it's really bad, then just bad . . . Hopefully this guy will have some sort of idea of how to help me, it'd build some physical confidence in myself considering I look like I work on a mosquito farm. Maybe I'll find a girl that values me for something other than the way I look though, that would be nice. I heard Ancient Chinese Philosophy was half-body half-soul, so maybe I should investigate in a woman from China. That sounds horribly racist, but at least that way I could have some sort of spiritual connection in a relationship. That would be nice. Wait, no, I'm not looking for a relationship, I forgot. Heh.

That's one thing about living as a teenager. Life becomes mundane. Things depress one left and right. People let one down.

I'm not going to let it get to me, because life is so beautiful. I walked outside this morning and it was dark an hour earlier. Those kind of things really give me a bang for some reason . . . the dark night sky, the dark morning sky, the sunset just over the horizon, the trees with the sunlight shining through them . . . Anything that I'd have trouble painting is something I have high value for in art. Especially nature art. Art of the "natural world" I guess I should say. Oh well, who cares about grammar - I'm writing to myself, you're just observers =].

Take care observers, I love you all. I have to go study for the mast test of doom.