Woe is me...

It is 7:29 in the morning, and in 30 minutes I have to leave to go pretty much in the middle of nowhere. In other words, South fork. It is probably one of the least known cities in the history of cities! Gah! The only good thing about this trip is that I am going to see my mom for the first time in like a year or so...But did it have to be in South Fork, CO?

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This means that there will be no access to a computer AT ALL! Meaning I can't post in my blogs or anything! (Some of you are reading this going "Yes! Finally! Phew!"

But yeah...Guess what? My dad is thinking about getting a Apple imac computer!! They are probably pretty much the best kind of computer out there! It has a built in mic, camrea, and also...*drumroll please* IT DOESN'T GET VIRUS'S!! W00t! This is going to be so cool. Who knows, maybe I will start posting my blog entries in video form? Maybe they will become more interesting. I hope. Anyway, my dad is calling me so...Wish me luck! :(:(:(

xoxo wilma

Yay! (I think <.< >.>)

Good news: I am on my laptop once again. Bad news, it is projected on my t.v in like really really bad resolution, so whenever I type, I have to zoom in on one small part in the screen, so I can see if I spelled it right, etc. It sucks monkey-balls I swear. *sighs*

Yeah, I know I should be very thankful and such but it is sooo hard to type things right. So yeah, blame all typos on the stupid computer, not my brillancy. Anyhoo, how are you guys doing? Probably great other than the fact that I am posting too much. Yeah also I am being very bitchy arn't I?

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So, enough of my silly laptop problemo. I went to the mall today and spent my 100.00, and I am very very happy! I bought Stuff from gap. Mostly Product (red) I got a greyish shirt that has the words: Discov(red) It is like the awesomeist shirt around, yo! I also bought a pin that has a red ribbon on it (Symboling support for the Aids campaign in Africa) I also got a cool blue and dark blue hoodie/shirt type thingy from Gap. From hollister I bought orange sandles, and this awesomg orange shirt (they match! ^^;) And from sears I got a pair of converse. So I m very happy now! *Huggles everyone)*

xoxo Wilma
(go check out my stories below this)

Perfect? (a short story)

Dear mom and dad, I know thinks haven't been...quite right with me recently, but I can assure you now, in my utmost confidence that things will be alright again.

As I sit here, in the middle of the forest, I start to think about how good my life was before I left. I was happy with myself, and had an optimistic view until january 3, 2002. I guess you are wondering why I left, right?

I was depressed, in the vortex of self-dissapointment, no one seemed to care that I was broken, tired, and unloved. It was this day that I decided to leave my life behind me. I am tired of running. I have exausted every possible chance, I have used my last "get out of jail pass"

The light infront of me is becoming very cold, and oh so bleak.

That is why I am here, misrible and as cold as I feel I can possibly get. I am afraid to open my eyes, aswell as close them. I have been defeated.

If you are reading this, mom, I am gone. You will never see me again.

I know I am not perfect, and that I have dissapointed you, but you have dissapointed me too. I thought you loved me, yet you put me down every day.

Bullys: An essay

Noise fills the hallways at schools. Sound seems to be an essential in a day of life, and no, I do not mean music either. Well, unless your definition of music is constant bickering, fighting, and the calling out of names. You see, to get anywhere in life at school, you need to be vicious, right? I beg, and plead to differ.

A wise man once said " A kite always flys against the wind, never with it". Whoever said that you should "Go with the flow" was completly wrong. Infact, this person was probably one of those few, happy, joyfull people. In other words, a bully. A bully is that person who everyone seems to like, or dislike. He or she was probably the regulator of the "flow" A bully is that kid who picked on you. Only you, it seemed, and nobody else...

After a long and work-filled day, I made my usuall route from my fourth period class, past the crowds, down the stairs, and out of the doors. I let out a deep sigh. The day was over, and I had not been harassed once.

Have you ever took a diffrent way out of school, away from most of the crowds, just to avoid one group of people? School for some people is a battlefield due to the fact that they do not want to "rock the boat" and get others to feel uncomfortable around them. This is what bullys feed off of: Your politeness.

I walked toward the buses, hoping that one of my friends would be saving me a seat. It is hard for a sinfull, gay 8th grader to score a seat on an overcrowded bus. As I steped onto the bus, my heart sank. 'Here we go again' I thought as I slowly walked down the isle. "may I sit here" I asked. No. No was the answer everyone gave. "No your a FAG" "Get away from the bus you QUEER" "Sorry, no room for FAGS" The bus driver looked up through her mirror, observing the scene with an unfazed look. As if she could care less. That was the last straw. I stormed out of the bus, passing bully, by bully ignoring them as best as I could.

I know that nearly every teacher, in this case would tell me to ignore them. And as you can tell in my situation, I did. I ignored them with my best efforts every day that I would be constantly harassed. But alas, I came to a realization. 'Maybe' I thought 'that is really feed off of'. What they really feed off of, as I realized, was your fear to stand up to them.

I ran, I ran blindly, to a place under the stares that nobody could possibly see me. It was that moment that my emotions that gathered in my soal bursted. I broke down crying, sobing for what seemed like hours.

For all of you out there who are reading this, Victim or bully, Gay or straight, Christian or other, Teenager or adult, lets stand together to make our schools a better place. Even if you would smile at someone once the whole day, I'll bet that one by one, we can make this world a happier place. Together, we can foster tolerance for all.

I want you to think about this one, last question. How would life be if one kept their beliefs, but at the same time, didn't bash others?

OH NO SHE DIDN'T!

I want to fucking STAB this person's blog: http://www.shelleytherepublican.com/category/indecent-behavior/sexuality/

Go check it out, well actually don't check it out if you get angry very easily (like me)

Basicly this whole blog is deticated to bashing gay people (in other words, "Fags" or "dykes" As she says)

I don't say this very often about people, but this bitch is crazy!

"It’s one thing to for a kid to call a kid a “faggot” or a “dyke” if the kid
ain’t one. That’s lying and it ain’t right. But if the child is a
faggot or dyke, well, that’s just telling the truth ain’t it? The child
made that choice. Well, maybe that’s not quite right. Kids are too
young to know the difference between moral and immoral behavior. That’s
why the Gay Lesbian Straight Education Network started No Name Calling Week – to
support homosexual teachers in their quest to turn the children of people stupid
enough to send their children to public school gay." -Her blog

I hope that this lady just burns! She is one of the reasons why I realized that there is no god. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*rantrantrant!!!!*

"If you catch your child in the act of masturbation I don’t think there is another way than to beat the child. Hard. This way they automatically connect masturbation with the feeling of severe pain." - her blog again

This nearly made me cry. I don't know why but it did. I think that it is really sad that there might be a kid out there being beat up serverly so that he can "Associate severe pain with homosexuality" or something. Ohmygosh I feel so mad right now, and I feel like I want to stab her. GAH!

Also if anyone ever wonders why I am atheist, this is a perfect example.

Anyway kiddos, I guess I am going to leave and go to bed before I make this blog go on for hours.

xoxo, Wilma

Day one..

Without my beloved computer. :( So sad, yesh I know. I mean, come on *Yells at his dead laptop* WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!

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I think I am going psycho! Ahh!! *runs around the room singing his mating call* Whhooottootthoo! O.o

Ahem, anyway, enough of my crazyness. I have like, a lot of $$$ Yo!

And what do you think that Wilma ish going to spend it on?

You guessed it!

Wilma ish going to the mall, baby! W00t!

So, yeah it ish so awesome! Does anyone have any suggestions of what I should spend it on? I have 100.00$ So yeah. I feel like a rich bitch yo!

And, no, if any one says hottopic, then that ish your answer.

mkaythanksbye!

Love you all! <3

Wilma Diva!

*Insert obsenity here*

Okay, so for a while now, my laptop's screen has been acting up to the point that it would just freeze, and I would have to hold it in a cirtan way for it to display the information. I mean, I havn't ever even done anything to it that would have caused it any great harm. (Well Except for that one time..) So, anyway what ended up happening was that my dad thought he might be able to fix it right? I mean after all, he was a plummer. I mean, come on people, what kind of plummer of any sort would not be able to fix a computer, I mean geez [/sarcasum].

So my dad opened up the laptop, and took a look at it. He reached out his hand to decide my laptops fate, he slowly..oh so slowly put his hand on the screen and pushed ever so slightly.

MY LAPTOP'S SCREEN CRACKED!!!!!!!!!!!

I felt like saying,

SHIT
FUCK
DAMN
GRRRRRR!!!!

But Instead I said,

*SCCRRRREEEEEAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM*!!!!

R.I.P Wilma's laptop. It died 22nd of march, 2007. :(

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So, your probably wondering: Where are you typing this then? Good question. I am typing from my old crappy windows 98 that I thought I would never have to use in the history of everness. Noneoftheless, I can still be on the computer so it's okay I guess.

Feel sorry for me, feel very sorry,
xoxo, Wilma
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