What Summer School Taught me.

I learned somethings, like how our government works, and what I should do to reach my goals, ect.

But what I will cherish the most from Summer School is what a little boy taught me.

I had to go to the bathroom, and we were watching a really dumb movie so I left even though there were only 15 minutes left in school. Of course the school had half the bathrooms locked so I had to go downstairs, past the office. I can hear some kid whining, he's almost in tears. He's shout at his mom "But I didn't do any of it!"
and she says "Well that's not what they said." She said it like she was one of those mothers that was really passive and probably let him do whatever he wanted.
"But they said I did it! They told everyone it was me and it wasn't! It was them!"
They paused and looked at me until I had passed them and was out of hearing.
On my way back he was talking to someone else, who looked happy, not like he was happy this kid was in trouble, but like he was making progress, or something. I don't know, but even though he was smiling at this poor guys situation, I didn't hate him for it.

so basically, the rest of it made it sound like this kid got set up and no one would believe him so he took out his frustrations. He's in summer school for grade 7 or 8 or something, so obviously he failed something, and usually if you're stupid, people think you're bad too.

But I got to thinking. If his mom doesn't stand up for him, Who will? I mean sure, he could have done it, but if someone doesn't ask for a second chance, who will?
and then I thought, Why did it matter that someone said he did it? Why did he care he got framed if he knows he didn't do it? Shouldn't that be enough? Didn't they just end up getting what they wanted by getting him angry enough and then him acting on it?


If they had framed him, and he didn't care, what would happen? 20-something people would consider that he did it. He might get a bad rep, but at the end of the summer he'd never see them again and that'd be it.

But because it mattered to him, because he stuck up for himself and took out his anger on someone, he got in trouble, he'll probably get kicked out of summer school and he'll have to stay behind a year.

If you don't care that they care, they lose. They don't get anything out of it. Stop caring about them! Those who care don't matter, and those who matter don't care.
Don't let them win! I wanted to say. Don't let them ruin it for you!

I believe I can fly, cuz I feel so alive.

I'm Alive! New posts coming soon! (hopefully)
I leave on Saturday for a two-week camping trip with my family, so if I don't get a post up on Saturday You'll get a HELL of a lot after camp.

But I'm alive! Judith was here, met my sisters boyfriend, and they both left. Saaaadface!

I'm ALIVE!

Meeting someone and seeing them only sometimes is better than not meeting sombody and not seeing them ever.

Because I would be sad without Skye. 'Cuz she makes my day, on the days I see/speak to her.
And she might not have money, for clothes, cable, internet, or food, but she's got what it takes to try until she gets there. I'm thinking of getting a job in September, lord only knows not at fast food (again). Because it's impossible to get a job in the summer, what with the college/uni students coming home and wanting jobs, and no one wants a job when they're just starting up school again.

(Not to mention I'm away for the first two weeks of August.)



->Oh dear, Civics exam tomorrow. (note: Taking civics now so I don't have to take it in September. I didn't fail, I'm being nerdy. Thanks)

-> 92% on my ISU! Baller.

->M and S got a 96 and a 91 last update, and I had a 77. Whaaaaaat the eff, Mr. K

SOMETIMES SKYE MAKES ME SAD.
But mostly she makes me happy, because she's not like anybody else. She doesn't act or like anything anybody else I know does. And sometimes, I think she wishes she was average, and didn't have to stand out so much, or get looks or have people confuse her for a guy.

But mostly, she makes people happy and those are the people that matter anyways, and she's probably sort of used to it, or as used to it as anyone is.

Before, I was selfish and wanted her to live with me so I could hang out with her everyday and have a friend that knew everything and would listen to everything and would be completely honest and open with me. (Yes, I have many amazing friends. But they don't, they can't know everything. Because if they know, everyone would know.)

But now, I want Skye to live with me so she has food and is healthy and so she doesn't have to be glue for her family like she is probably being. So she doesn't have to be strong and not cry even if she's upset.

I'm going to get a job in September to help her and her family, and help Chris with his braces, and I will tell them I got money from friends, like 2$ donations and stuff and they will never know I saved up. No more money spending! The jar of coins is now for them.

No more lunches for me.

Such is such'nsuch,
Alice

Chanson du jour: So In This Hour - The Rocket Summer

Painting pictures With F#'s and Bb's

(F Sharps and B flats, that is, of course)

Well, I was looking through Gelaskins to find something for my Ipod, when I ran across some awesome art, which is pretty. And I realized that Amy Sol, who does the art for some skins has also done the backround for my computer (Or rather, her art has not only been turned into ipod skins, but I'm also using it as the backround for my computer)

It's pretty and soft and cute.
And Ku Kula is also very good, along with Audrey Kawasaki Stella Im Hultberg, and I ran across this site which has work from all of them, plus Brandi Milne.

I think Tara McPhearson has some competition for my favorite,
HeeHee. But I won't stop loving her : )

Such is this and Stuff and things,
Alice Dotty

Chanson Du Jour : Wo Sind Eure Hände - Tokio Hotel (If you hate them, Don't hate me!)
Favorites from:
Ku Kula (Look at the 6th one "Brought together"), Stella Im Hultberg (Third last), (I'll get more later)

Living for two.

No, I'm not pregnant. I'm living for two.
My mom had a miscarriage at about 10 weeks, she would tell me about it, because she talks. That's how she lets it out. I'm very much the same, except I have restrictions on who I will talk to, where I am when I will talk about it, and who I should tell first
(ex., "could it be cancer?" "Oh no, don't worry about it, Alice."(turns back to the phone) "Yeah C, They didn't even let me off when I thought I had cancer." "Mom? I'm in the room....")

Anyways. that only happens......almost everyday.....

but I won't ask my mom about it, because I don't want to know. Because I think I already do, and I don't want her to talk about it.

He is a he, His name is Darcy.
that's what my name would have been if I were a boy.
And sometimes I wonder, Am I really "Darcy?"
Was that baby supposed to be me, just earlier?
No....I don't think I'd be who I am without the people I've met along the way......

So I am living for two. Living for Alice, and Living for Darcy. (Darce, I hate your name. I'm nick-naming you Dark, but spell it like Darc, okay? Oh wait, big brothers don't get their say anyways. Sorry, Darc. Love you anyways. Hope I'm living up to your standards.)

Such is how we are,
Alice Dotty (a.k.a. Rain Dots) && Darc (a.k.a. Darcy)

Chanson du jour-> Happy Birthday - Piper ft. Tatu (REALLY reccomend this. Especially for right now)