Blerg, Writing.

Damnations whore is looking for a victim tonight. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0vm80tsenA (Serpentine by Disturbed. Doesn't belong to me.)
So, looking at post views, my "Anime and heterochromia iridum" post has 70 something views. Not sure if it's the anime getting the attention, or if it's my obsession over herterochromia... The other one that's had quite a few views is my poem. And as long as no one is trying to steal it, I'm good.
Any-whhaayy... I don't even know why I'm here. I was writing, and I think it's awesomeness because one of my characters is stuck in a gruesome flashback and the writing is coming to me really easily. Oh, later on, someone needs to remind me that Shay doesn't die. But yeah, I was just writing, then all of the sudden, I'm like, "I'm bored!" so I don't even know... Talked to the dude I can't freaking get over no matter what I do for like an hour today. Now I'm listening to Pro-Pain's Foul Taste of Freedom album on my iTunes. I don't even know why that's on there, cuz I only like a few of the songs.
I wonder, if someone finds my crappy stories to actually be okay, and they get published, will people read this? If so, I just put a huge spoiler up. Oh, well. So, as of four thirty yesterday, I am fifteen. Yay? I don't know. And tomorrow I start a high school where I know no one in my grade. I know some upperclassmen because of soccer, but I'm gonna end up being that sad loner kid sitting alone at a lunch table, unless I can force myself into someone's life this first day and somehow happen to have the same lunch.
Have I mentioned I knit myself fingerless gloves? Yeah. Not sure whether to be excited, or afraid that I'm really lame...
This blog is just all over the place. Scatterbrained me.
The Stench of Piss and Picture This are really similar to me...
My brother is talking about Chevy dealers and playing with Hot Wheels.
I guess I should go back to writing so I can make Vivian happy. She obsessed with this story o' mine.
OH! I got a Hetalia mug from my dad!(Emma, not my actual dad) It says 'Make pasta, not war' and has a pic of my little Italy. I loves it.  And I got a bunch of TH shirts from my aunt(again, not my aunt, but this time it's Deanna).
RIDICUROUS! (Ridiculous in a japanese accent.) Yeah, I dunno why I said that. I wonder if I have tourettes... o.O
I guess I'm going to leave and play with the ghost cat. I'm gonna miss it when I move.