Malicious Maliciousness

->Awesome title- if I was actually writing something malicious. However I am pretty frustrated and that should count for something too right?
->Gennet blackboard is not working. This is probly my stupid slow computers fault.
Grief Poem Thingy
->I need to do the grief writing exercise. Um. yeah. This is hard. You'd think I'd have some good ideas with the whole moving in with the crazy grandma-dead grandpa-dead nana-crazyer grandma-dead grandma-dead grandad year. But that was really closer to two years, three sucky christmases and alot of angryness.
->Not alot of actual 'Grief writing' more like apathetic whining and angery rants. But writing it down did bring out alot of  funny-but-creepy moments we hadn't really apreciated at the time. Most of gramma's paranoid rants have become inside jokes, her Canada theory, House stealers, and countless cop calls.
->I think that the saddest thing was really when Nan died. We were all relieved for Gramma but Nan was tottally random. Her IM stayed up (and probly still is), occasally I would post something, not really beliving she was gone. Just hoping she'd come home, turn on the IM and give me a chat. At her house I always expected to walk into the kitchen, to counter tops covered in sugar and cream cheese, to the ovens warm air circulating the living room with a sweet cheese cake smell. We made cheesecake for her funeral. That was the first time we made the cakes with out her.
->I think this sounds kinda miserable, so uh. I think I'm going to sleep now. Not much poetry going on tonite. So uh.. Maybe tomarrow?
~Lizzeh <3

LifeSuck

9/22-> happy xxxxxxx birthday (to my self.)
9/23->Since the post I posted and deleted sucked, and the post I posted to check the layout doesn't count, its time for a post.  Yay for a first post. I swear I started this at 3ish. That's so not nice.
->My phone has been off all day. That is the problem. No wonder no one has called, told me to make dinner, vacumm, or anything. I have a text. I should make a snack.
->Gross. I just ate 3 hotdogs. The fourth one is still sitting in the pot with the greasy water, getting cold, getting gross, inedible. Why isn't anyone home?
->Computer Crash. I think I fried something, but it works now. I'm so tired. I fell asleep at 8 yesterday. I shouldn't be sleepy. I think someone is here?
->Nope. It's just the wind, rustling the papers, whistling and howling through our trees and windows, slamming doors open and closed. I'm all alone?
9/24->I'm behind in creative writing. Creative writing is only reason this blog exists. Otherwise, I would be scribbling in a notebook in my room or finishing my english assignment, or facebooking.
->Listening to The Killers, talking to my self, correcting my own grammar, making lists, thinking about writing a poem, wondering how repeating my name over and over is fun for Melissa, copying Kate's makeup, trying not to be tired,
9/25-> Went to Hunger games. Comitted suicide before the game could even start. Caitlyn's fault. I am not happy. Band is stupid. xxxx her. I hate everything. Im the good kid. Caitlyn is the bad one, how come I never get to do anything fun. I hate staying home alone. I hate Caitlyn. She kills my life. Plans fall through because of that xxxxx.
-> Why does it take me 4 days to post something?

9/23

This is pretty much just a test post to see if my layout works. Sorry. Unexciting as ever.