[	Tags	|	entertainment, fire, hpentertainment, school, what do you have to say?, writer's block	]
[	Current Location	|	BED	]
[	Current Mood	|	calm	]
[	Current Music	|	Little Butterfly- Smile DK	]

 I'd love to direct/write a script for a movie about one of two things:

The journies one makes through Fire School

OR

A story about an average Joe/Joeshaphine in high school.

Fire school is a rewarding experience, and it is a very serious one. We see a lot on the firemen who were heros in 9/11, and I often wondered how they got to be that way. Now that I'm going through training, I feel as though the story must be told.

Another topic that is HUGE in movies: school stories. It's either, however, the popular girl in school who makes her way to the top of the prom, the jock who turns into a football hero, the goth kid who struggles with life and earns it all in one fell swoop, or the take over of the school from an evil administrator. I would like to see a movie written on what REALLY happens in school, about those average kids. Mine would be based on my own experiences and the experiences of a few close friends. Eventually, I plan to write a four-book series of my four years in high school, and hopefully show the world of young people the true stories of high school, from the eyes of someone who's not popular, athletic, gothic, emotional, or rebelious. Someone's who's just a normal person.

[	Tags	|	boyfriend, delaware, firefighter, life, love, miss, school, teen	]
[	Current Location	|	The Greenhouse	]
[	Current Mood	|	cheerful	]
[	Current Music	|	Mixed CD's	]

"Just when it seems that it couldn't get any worse, it does, but in all the books and movies, that's when it starts to get better."

A word, first off, about the 'quotes' I put at the top of these entries. THESE ARE MINE. I'm not using someone elses. I put my thoughts into a poetic sort of state, and a quote emerges. PERIOD.

Now that that's out of the way...

Profile! You may have noticed that my backround has changed, and so has my font. All to suit my needs, and you can thank my good friend, ElegantMasqurade, for that! She's a wonderful internet coder. She's also a really good friend of mine, so how about running to her page and reading her thoughts, eh?

Now then, on to my rants and ravings...

Actually, most of everything is positive, now. I'm rather happy with my current state of affairs. There are a few things major that play a role in this, however. First off, I have a steady, perfect boyfriend who I simply adore and who adores me back. Then, of course, Holly Shively lost the Miss Teen USA pagent, (She didn't even place! HA HA!). School's started, and I'm back in the green house again, which is one of my favorite places. I'm now officially a firefighter, which makes me feel just swell.

Elliott. That's his name, and I like it. I don't care what anyone else says about it. I think he's perfect for me, and he likes to tell me that he thinks the same thing. We met recently in Atlantic City, NJ, and we've been growing steadily more close since then. He's driven down to visit me once, too, in Delaware. It's nice having someone who wants to see you so badly that they take three hours of their day just to get back and forth from where you are. We discuss many things together, and we both appriciate the openness we're able to have with each other. I'm not into the whole sex thing, though. We've decided that that will be MUCH farther down the road. He seems to understand that I'm just not that kind of girl, which really makes me happy. A man who can get that is well worth the time.

Miss Teen USA. Ah, how fun. I know a lot of guys watch it just for the swimsuit competition, but I've got no problems with that at all. It's like going to a male-model photo-shoot. Anyway, I'm off topic. As anyone who's read my previous entries knows, I'm an anti-Shively, which means that Miss Teen Delaware had NONE of my support. I explained this earlier, and I don't feel like spoiling my good mood talking about that piece of trash again. But on a positive note, she didn't even place in the pagent, which is awesome. No little girl in our country needs THAT as a teen role-model. Her mother is kicking her out, now, since she didn't win. Whatever; I'm sure it won't last.

I may seem like a nerd when I say that I'm glad school's back, but I have a bit of a sanctuary in the greenhouse there. When I'm in there, with all the plants and the different insects, it makes me feel at peace. Water running in the backround, and not another sound. It lets me get away from the troubled world that is my life, if just for three class periods. No hustle, no bustle, no rush; just me, the plants, the fish, and the bugs. That's just the bare nessessities.

You heard me a few paragraphs above: I am now an official firefighter. That means that if you live around me, and something bad happens, I'll probably show up with my dad and my cousin, as well as the rest of the firefighter bretherin. It makes me proud to follow in my family's footsteps. Since my grandfather's death a year ago, I've gotten more and more agitated to get into the firehouse. Now that I've done it, I feel a swelling of pride. I AM making a difference in someone's life, now. I'm saving it.

Of course, there still are a few downers, but I'll save those for another time. Till next time-

~Wonnykins

[	Tags	|	beach, life, love, ocean city, personality	]
[	Current Location	|	Home Again	]
[	Current Mood	|	calm	]

"In the early morning hours, facing a sandy beach with the waves licking the shore, has anyone ever seen that the horizon which signifies the end of the Earth disappears, and leaves the ocen and the sky to mix harmoniously, leaving those who are lucky enough to witness it in total awe and apprication for Mother Nature?"

I realize that my first entry in this online journal was very angry and seething with suppressed rage. For that, I apologize to anyone unlucky enough to have read it.

My life isn't what anyone would think to be un-natural. I'm not on the verge of suicide and I'm not the Homecoming Queen. I'm really just an average Joe, or, in the case of being the female I am, an average Joshephine. I'm not always angry at people and I'm not depressed all the time. In fact, people tend to think of me as optomistic.

But even people like me have other emotions. In my case, I've gained so much unfortunate information, lately, that it bottles itself up behind a wall of misconcieving pleasentness. And, like all things, it didn't last long.

My first journal was my first explosion in a very long time. I'm not able to rant on about things like how my life sucks, simply because it doesn't. When I have problems, I don't force them on other people. I keep them inside. But it seems that all around me, people like to share their situations with me. And it gets to a point where I must, no, need to get rid of it all. My first journal shows this.

I suppose, though, that things have returned to normal. My family and I went to the beach this past weekend and have just now returned home. I've dropped everything to write this, so I hope someone will at least pass it a glance. As it is, we ended up taking our dog, Angus, a pure-bred Pit Bull, with us. He's a gentle little soul, and he made friends with a lot of people at the hotel. In fact, you could say he was a bit of a celebrity.

We did the usual things, of course; pool-swimming, ocean-swimming, Board-walking, getting Candy at the Candy Kitchen. We ate fine meals at the resturant downstairs, and we always brought the dog a huge box of whatever the meal consisted of. Bless him, he's so spoiled.

I'm tying up loose ends for my August Retreat. Hopefully, my dad's managed to find a good hotel with a couple rooms for the few days we're in Ocean City, but I have to keep my fingers crossed, because I don't know yet. No one I know that's going on the trip seems to be online, as of yet, so I must see who's coming and who isn't.

At last, Elliott and I will finally meet each other. We've planned to do a lot of romantic things, simply because that's how we are. I'd really like to go back to the hotel I recently stayed in, (Yes, I was in Ocean City), because of how well the service was and how excellent it looked over-all. I will say that the pool was a bit of a disappointment, but the strip of beach it had...oh, I could've layed on that sand for the rest of my life without a care in the world. And I could really see me and Elliott in the resurant. I gave it five stars, it was so nice. 

I must wait to see what my father's done with my plans while I've been gone...It bothered me all the time I was away. 

By the way, something that shocked me: My family used to own property at Ocean City before I came along. If they had kept it, we could have been millionares. Then again, I wouldn't know a lot of friends that I have now, so I don't really mind being all that average. I know, whoever's reading this must think I'm insane for saying that I value friendship more then tons of cash and a good bit of property. That's all right, though. I don't mind what anyone thinks of me.

I must run, duckies. There are people to talk to, now that I'm home. Ta!

-Wonnykins

[	Tags	|	boyfriend, delaware, divorce, harry potter, life	]
[	Current Location	|	Mortal Peril	]
[	Current Mood	|	infuriated	]
[	Current Music	|	Dream A Dream	]

'It occurs to me that this world is a cruel and unusual place, and that, if our souls are destined for judgement, wouldn't God send the good to Heaven and place the bad back on Earth?'

I know that for a first entry, this all sounds, from the title of it till the end, rather emotional. And it is.

My parents have been divorced since I was nine-years-old. My dad and my mom remained friends, and each of them got remarried. They even live within five minutes of each other.

My step-dad isn't the nicest of guys. His choice of first-marriage is what's making my life kinda hard, right now. Before he married my mother, he married a woman who is so vile and so foul and so fucked up in the head that I refuse to put her name here. I shall just call her 'Bitch'. He and her had two girls. His first daughter is someone people should know, now. She's Miss Teen Delaware. Yes, that's right. She's my step-sister. Her little sister follows after her.

Both are the most vile girls.

I hate them. I hate them and their mother with all of me. They've ruinned my mother's marriage with my step father and destroyed a summer for, not just me, but my sister, brother, and anyone else we've made plans with.

'Miss Teen Delaware', How unappropriate for such a girl. I'll tell you what's behind that fake smile and all that make-up: a SCREW-UP. She gets straight F's, and the only time she's ever done well in school is when she lived with us a few years ago, and even then, she got B's and C's. She hangs out with the wrong crowd and always has. She smoked, she drank, she did drugs and had sex, like she does now. She came over ofr Christmas this past year and told my brother and sister all about her sex-capades. THEY ARE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, YOU FUCKING SLUT! GET OFF YOUR BACK AND START LIVING LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING! THEY DON'T NEED TO HEAR ABOUT THAT!

Her sister is on the same path, and I fear the worst, for she'll be jealous of her sister and finally do horrible things to get attention. Both of them are whiney, spoiled, and MISS TEEN DELAWARE is living with her GIRLFRIEND. No, I have nothing against gays or lesbians, but she's not seriosu about it! That seems to be the 'In' thing to do these days: Come out of the closet. Well I have news for you all: IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING MORON. If you're actually gay or bisexual, then fine. But if you're doing it to get attention, then do us all a favor and don't. It doesn't work, and people start avoiding you.

So, now back to the main issue. My family is falling apart. Why? Too many reasons. One of them is because my other step sister on my father's side is being a mooching lazy-ass bitch. She sits there, on her ass, doing NOTHING. She moved back in with us, and yes, this is her second time doing all this, because she has a five-year-old daughter and has no motivation to care for her. She mooches all her mother's and my dad's money. She could get a better job but NOOOOOO. ><

And I haven't been on vacation ONCE this summer. I'm PISSED OFF about it. Again, due to MISS TEEN DELAWARE and her fuck-to-get-what-she-wants mother. 

I am, on a lighter note, planning to get together with some friends and head to Ocean City to meet up with...my love...

How do I describe him? He's...like me. In fact, the reason I ranted so much above is because I NEVER rant in real life. I'm not that kind of person. Neither is he. He likes how I am, and I like how he is. We discuss everything and anything. He's intelligent, and, unlike most boys, he likes to think with his head, and not his...well...you know. I can tell him anything, and he to me the same way. No, we don't do cybering. I'm not that kind of girl, and he isn't that kind of guy.

So we're planning to meet with a bunch of friends and see each other. We'll be taking adults, too, just in case. I understand that it's not a good idea to go somewhere like that and not have any supervision.

Well, to wrap things up, I suppose eveyone knows that, accidentally, a shippment of the latest Harry Potter book arrived early, and now I'm going to have to stay in my room for the rest of the week so that someone won't spoil the ending for me...><

Till next time, everyone, Caio.
~~Wonnykins