I talk about many things on here but what do you want to know?

Basically If you have a question for me then ask using a comment, I will answer them as quickly as I can and as complete as I can.
Have fun with this ask anything you want

I talk a lot so here is a question for my readers...

Well, when you see an injured bird on the side of the road what would you do?
(Beware, your answer here actually tells a lot about your personality)

"her"

There has been some questions, mainly , "who's this "her" that you failed with?...and why did you fail?" to which I shall give you a few tidbits of information
The Dictionary.com definition:

her

 [hur; unstressed her, er]
–pronoun

1.

the objective case of she: We saw her this morning. Givethis book to her.

2.

the possessive case of she  (used as an attributiveadjective): Her coat is the one on the chair. I'm sorry abouther leaving. Compare hers.

3.

the dative case of she: I gave her the book.

4.

Informal . (used instead of the pronoun she  in the predicateafter the verb to be ): It's her. It isn't her.

My definition:
A female

Well It would be totally unprofessional for me to give out names on such a public domain. I do not want to infringe upon 'her' privacy so I will not say any names but if you ask properly I may give you a tad more detail, not too much obviously 'her' identity must remain unknown.

Well it is a not so hot week

To begin, I want to say thanks a lot, 'friend' you helped me prove to myself I would fail with her good job I applaud you you won.

On Tuesday I was called to the deans office thinking  "what the fuc* did i do this time?" I get there and I have to talk to my counselor and the dean about alleged drug use and suicidal posts on Facebook.  Neither of which are true. They end up calling my dad to come take me to get a drug test and a Psychological evaluation.  We go to get the evaluation. No one can see me for 45 minutes.  I had to get an appointment with my medical doctor to order the drug test which was at 1:45 with a 15 minute drive. We had to go do that then come back.  I finally get everything done and get home around 4 PM and I am not happy because the psych eval proved I wasn't suicidal nor depressed.  On Friday we got the drug test results I take meth-amphetamines, also known as Vyvanse an ADHD medication I have a prescription for. Guess I wasn't on drugs now was I.

I would tell you about last night but that was the only mildly happy part of my week that would ruin it if i bitc*ed about it.

Until next time,
Keep your feet on the ground and your ankles right above them.

I'm Back

So after a while away from my blog and a few changes in peoples mind sets I am back.  I am currently working on a play for a creative writing project in English.  It has to be a "coming of age" story.  Well it is, but at what cost?  The main character, Pierre, dies.  He commits suicide at age 14 while he is in 8th grade.  This play is based upon a true story.  In eighth grade I almost succeeded with suicide, but didn't, thankfully. I will keep you posted with pieces of the play but for now here is the Prologue:

[Enter Chorus]

Chorus:

It all began when he was just a lad,

Intellectual; play just a tad.

His parents very heavy smokers.

Made fun of by peers who think they are jokers.

He muddles through life trying to escape.

The farthest he ever got was just broken drapes.

One day, to no surprise, he succeeded. He left nothing but a life, conceded.

And this play, explaining oh so little.

Few tried, failing, to get in the middle.

All he ever wanted was a friend.

Just a friend, could have kept him from the end.

[Exit]