Well... I did it.

I actually created a separate blog just for my pretend human life.
Posts will start showin' up Sunday the twenty-second.


Don't you just want to run over there right this second?

My so called "life"

Hmm... shall I create a blog specifically for what my human life would be like? If I hadn't changed?
I think I might.


It would take a lot of imagination.*Whew*

Almost wares me out just thinking about it.

Grr.

Being a zombie, I find the term 'grounded' insulting.

My mother will be hearing from my attorney.




"I am not a crook!"

Restriction

For tonight and tomorrow, I may be posting a lot of pointless crap. But don't we all? The reason for my crap for the next night and day? Boredom. I am so bored, I'm practically comatose. Music is my life, but it only entertains me for so long.

My mother really needs to give back the ps3.

I don't deserve the dang grounding that I am currently withstanding.

Am I that scary?

When I logged in, all of my post were gone. I guess I scared them so bad that I had to go hunt them down.

They're back now, but they refused to cooperate until I used force.

I guess I bring out the best in people.
And inanimate objects.

Got a little overcast in my life

The weather has been beautiful the past oh, gee... four days. Absolutely cloudy, dark, and raining. Couldn't have asked for anything better. The second I graduate high school, Seattle better look out. They have a new freak coming to town. I'm not the only freak there though.

I'm sure I'll fit right in.

I always thought I was old

Huh. I always thought it was fun and entertaining, shocking the hell out of people with my age.
And now I have proof. Inside, I'm more than half my age.

That's me. Fifteen going on thirty-one.

http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-what-is-your-real-age-test
http://www.helloquizzy.com/

I wont sing anymore, I'm losing control...

Cut it out of my mouth, put my tongue on a poll, take the air from my lungs, take the heart from my soul...

Aren't we different enough? Apparently not, let's add another flaw to the list. Some would argue that we're crazy already, due to the hitch in our step and while...talking like...this. But are we actually crazy? Are we able to go crazy? You would think that after everything us DB's have been through, we would be crazy after a matter of days. But, I still feel sane. The White Van epidemic still prevails, and many people blame this on paranoia. Can the Differently Biotic be paranoid? Maybe it's a side effect? My friend Elisabeth and I can't seem to figure out the answer. She has written a post about this on her blog, also. You can see it here at: http://awindthrough.blogspot.com/

We want your opinions. We want them like Hollywood zombies want brains.
Please be our brains.