Name: Beannaithe Michael Fairbairn
Name Pronunciation: Bah-*ni-ha.
Age: 15
DOB: August 8, 1988
Location: United States of America
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 100 >.<
Grade: 10th; Sophmore! *w00t!*
Hobbies: Reading, writing, graphics design, web design, piano playing, singing
Likes: Chocolate, tea, Kool Aid, Evanescence *10 w00ts for Amy!* roleplaying, chatting with friends *insert hobbies list here*
Dislikes: Anti-unity! (If theres such a term) annoying people, a few in particular. Hatred. *Doesn't dislike to many things*
Future Holds For Me: Graduating HS. Attending college. Double majoring in English and Education, or Majoring in English and Minoring in Education
All-Time Goal: Become and English teacher! I know, I have no life.
*ni= As in former President Nixon.
I consider myself to be a *good* citizen, but if my content offends you—I doubt it will do that—please, deal with it.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Well, I've no set "topic" to discuss tonight, so I have devised a plan. Until I go to bed, I am going to keep this blog open and just add random thoughts. Then, before I get off, I'll just post it all. Just to make it fun, I'll include the times I write things. (7:51 PM)
Hm..had a thought. Today is the 29th, no? Yes..it is.. *Peers at calendar* ..oui. Anywho, sorry bout that, French just takes over sometimes! Well, where was I? Ah, yes. The date. Well, tonight is just two days away from ze festival known as Halloween, "All Hallows Eve" (though it hasn't been called that in decades). Well, I don't know where I was going with this. Ah, yes! Religion! Religion is a fickle thing. Well, fickle isn't the right word..lets say it's a funny thing. Though there are few basic religions (Christianity, Catholocism, Judaism, etc.) there are litteraly hundreds, if not thousands of individual "sub-religions." Kinda lost myself again... well, for example, there are episcible churches, non-denominational churches, churches of the Nazareen, and all that fun shmuck. (No offence intended.) Well, I, in all my randomness, practice the religion of Wicca. This is "governed" by the larger idea of Paganism. So, I celebrate ze Sabbat called Samhain (pronounced so-when, or so-ween, depending on where you're from) This is such a cool Sabbat, "holiday", and even if you don't practice it, there are some cool festivities to witness! (8:03 PM)
Thats all I can muster tonight. I'm tired. Night.
-B
Posted at 8:07 pm by sweetsurrender
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you
Someone to talk to
Hello
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken
Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry.
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday.
Fallen, Amy Lee, Evanescence
© 2003 Wind-up Entertainment Inc.
God. I love this song. Aside from Bring Me To Life, and perhaps My Immortal, this is my all-time favorite Evanescence song written. It's short. It's sweet. It's powerful. For those of you too dumb to actually listen to the lyrics as the song plays on the radio or CD, I have bolded my favorite phrase in this song, for your sheer reading *pleasure*. I just melt when I hear that line, so, I was "inspired" to blog-a-fie it. You may interpret that line differently than I, but piss off and don't try and tell me that I am wrong. Thanks to our 1st amendment, I have a right to speech XD
Popularity; Sadistic tendencies: one in the same. I really hate it when people try to *convert* other people, or "fix them" when they aren't "broken." At my high school (name will remain secret) popularity is a big issue. Amidst the dances, homecomings, football games, and couplings, the popular kids always find ways to bend people to their will and fufill their every whym (I know thats not how its spelled.. *Runs to get a dictionary*) and it just &%$#'s people up.
This is often seen with new students. Flocks and flocks of popular peeps will flaunt the new students, seeing the potential prep or jock inside. I say screw you. When I moved to my current resident, I didn't let anyone try to convert my into one of "Them." Of course, popularity can be naturally genetic (*Snicker* JK! I am not stuck up! But, I see no need for modesty*) so, it was—and is—hard to keep my shell up. Still, it sickens me when the next day I will see that new kid walking down the hall, giggling like a git with some stuck-up snob, gossiping the hell out of some geeky person.
The moral of this entry: don't try to fix people if they aren't broken. And, unless you are their parent, close friend, or gaurdian, don't try to fix them even if they are broken.
Posted at 9:44 am by sweetsurrender
Monday, October 27, 2003
Posted at 12:32 pm by sweetsurrender
Gah. English was a bitch. So, I am writing this at lunch time, trying to reflect upon todays 3rd period events. So, as I walked into my classroom *English ROCKS*, my cheerleader friend, akaed "Her1" came up to me and we conversed as usual. Then, once I took my seat, cheerleader—akaed "Her2"—came up to me. Well, the conversation continued and Her1 was brought up. One thing led to another, and I guess Her1 and Her2 were bickering. Anyways, kinda lost myself in a world of pompoms just now.. ..so, yea. Quite ironic: I love English, and I want to be an English teacher, but the class I slack off in most in English. Using my divining tools *Common sence* I don't see myself becoming an Enggie teacher! But, there's still hope. Yeah. I'm eating pizza right now, and drinking Barg's root beer. Yea..my mom told me I had to cut down on the caffinee >.< Thats me: hyper Bea! So, off to continue eating. Maybe I'll have more sparatic thoughts in my next place; time can only tell!
-B
Posted at 12:00 pm by sweetsurrender
You know, some people piss me off. Now, if you are my friend, you know how I can act once I get pissed off. Some, like my dear Canadian buddy, finds me somewhat funny in my pissy mood. Others, like..my German..associate.. *Shrugs* ..get scared when I get mad. Easily understandible. When I get mad I start throwing words at people, usualy larger words, and sometimes even words in French. But, I have no idea why I started this... Anyways, I am pissed off right now. Some mysterious person, akaed "It" tried to post as me on this site. So, piss off to him! Ten bucks says It can't even pronounce the name he typed in, even after he saw the pronunciation to the left. Fool. Anyways, school starts in thirty minutes so I have to go get ready. I think I'll wear some pants and a sweatshirt..maybe some shoes, too. Haven't decided.. *Runs off*
-B
Posted at 9:34 am by sweetsurrender
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Silly, silly me. When I am bored, I surf the web. Of course, it doesn't take a lot to send me into the Land of Boredom. . .if I am not actively partaking in something within four minutes, my mind will wander elsewhere; thus, leading to web-surfage. Start side note. Just because I am an aspiring English teacher doesn't mean my spelling will be correct 100% of the time! Deal with it. End side note. Anywho, where was is? Ah, yes. So, in the midst of my boredom, I decided it was time for me to get my own blog site! So, I poked around Google—only the best site in the world—and discovered Blogdrive. Well..thats the origin of this sites creation, in a nut shell..perhaps an almond..or rather, a pistachio. I've yet to classify the type of nutshell my site dwells in.
Start side note. Yes, I have gone insane. This is due to a "thing" I suffer called Lowered Post Syndrome, aka LPS. End side note. *Runs around stamping content, using © stamp* Mine! Mine! Mine!
Start side note. Don't call me B unless you know me very well. End side note.
-B Posted at 10:10 am by sweetsurrender
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