Finally I am able to write in here. I just had to fight with my computer to let me in diaryland. I hate my comp!

I stayed home from school today because it's picture day and I always look bad in yearbooks. Or in any pic. That's why I don't have any of me.

Sometimes I wonder what others think of me but honestly I really don't care. Like I had a choice of what to look like. Like anyone did really. I don't go for looks anyways. Yeah I'm one of those personality chicks.

If you go for looks them you might end up with a complete jerk who's not looking for anything but sex! Then maybe you won't have to cry so many tears at night when you think about how they took advantage of you and you gave them your gift.

Another situation is meeting a complete stranger at some party where you got drunk and the next thing you know, you wake up in bed next to them. Then you end up never talking to them again.

Crazy huh? Well that's life for you.

Yesturday in American studies honors we had to do the reports on different north America Indian tribes and act like Anthropologists. It was ok. During one of the presentations one of the girls said "They hunted beer." She didn't mean too but it made everyone laughed and her face turned red.

You're probably wondering why I'm telling you this. Well don't worry, so am I!

In my next few entries I'll add more of my poems.

~Crystal~