Me, myself, and I

__mel_mel__ @ 2005-09-27T18:46:00

2005-09-27T23:54:38Z

When someone tells you they think you don't care...they should really be more careful.

This entry is dedicated to a certain someone at school, who I am beginning- no, scratch that- who I NOW do hate. With a passion. Not dislike with a strong passion.

Hate.

...

I don't care about school.

I don't care that most of my friends are fighting and nothing seems to be going right, socially, that is.

I don't care that in band we would have made third place by .7 of a point but we didn't and therefore we did not make finals.

I don't care that I skipped school today and will have to make up homework.

I don't care that I'm grounded for the rest of the week.

I don't care that I don't have a date to homecoming and that I'm not going. I'll have fun anyway, and the night we all have planned will beat the school's overly cheesy theme. I guarentee it.

I DO care that both my grandparents are sick, and might not make it through.

I DO care that my entire family is going through the process of falling apart and mending themselves back together, all within the past couple of weeks.

And I'm thrilled that I got the new Desperate Housewives DVDs, the entire first season. I'm considering skipping school tomorrow to finish the season (I have like 16 episodes to go) but I care enough to go see my friends.

I care about my friends. I care about the hurricane victims. I care about the war. I care about the homeless. I care about my health. I care about that dog that keeps wandering up and down the streets of my neighborhood, looking for a place to live. I care about the ozone hole and I don't even know all the shady details. I care about the celebrities I wish I could become, I care about the court cases I watch on Judge Judy. I even care about the made up characters in the made up scenarios we read about in Journalism class.

I care about the truck drivers. I care about the hookers. I care about the drama teachers. I care about the doctors. I care about the lawyers. I care about the stay at home mothers. I care about the cystic fibrosis and cancer patients. I care about Oprah and I care about Bush.

I care about people I like and I care about people I don't like.

So when people say that I don't care...

They are wrong.

Mel

Ungrateful, selfish, spoiled

2005-04-25T00:28:50Z

Do you ever get the feeling that you are the most selfish person in the world?

...I'm watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and this poor family is living in the smallest, dingiest house I've ever seen and they are happy as can be. The dad is an epileptic, the mother works eighty hour weeks, and here I am complaining about my homework. These people are thrilled that the roof (although colapsing) is still over their heads!

I've got problems. I'm so fortunate, it's not even funny. I am so, so, so spoiled compared to them. So spoiled. I must look like freaking Paris Hilton compared to them!

And OMG, did you hear that she and Nichole aren't friends anymore??? lol. Well, I thought they were inseperable, but whatever.

I'm gonna finish (maybe) my notecards and watch this show.

Wow, the new house they are building is coming along nicely. lol.

Mel

Wanna Dance? ;)

2005-03-15T23:53:35Z

You are a Belly Dancer. You are charming inside
out, your life follows an interesting rhythem,
beautiful and smooth, you know how to be the
center of attention when you want to, you love
your friends and you can trust them on your
life. Your ideal man is the one with a sweet
witty character who understands how much
freedom is important to you.

What kind of dancers are you? (Girls only)
brought to you by Quizilla

Hmm...shake it shake shake it shake it shake shake it shake it like a polaroid picture!!!

That's right...I can shake it. ;) Hehe.

Oh. My. God.

2005-01-09T22:50:00Z

Wow...it has FINALLY happened!

I know, I know. (Well, I should know, but it's just a saying, you know?)Anyways, I updated this journal thing. It's just been sooooo darn long since I've had the chance to do something like this and since I'm bored and actually have nothing better to do on this Sunday afternoon, I thought I'd give this a shot. (I'm not even going to tell you how long it took me to think up my password. lol)

So once I figure out how to make this journal friends only (do you have to set each entry?) I will do that and then add people. I know I've said that like five times, but this time...I swear. :)

I'll leave this open to the public, lol...or at least the people that I think might ask to be added to this journal. (Really? You'll ask?) So...I'm gonna add a bunch of people if they add me and we'll get this whole thing going!

Bada bing bada boom sha boom!

lol...and scene...whatever. :)

Mel

(Ooh, I really do need a new icon, don't I?)

Something I found

2004-07-20T21:20:56Z

I obeyed the bottom line, lol...this is pretty meaningful...

Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electricute himself. He lived. But both his arms are gone.
What about jumping? Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he leapt from a building. Now, he's brain-damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he KNOWS he used to be normal.
What about pills? Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.
What about a gun? Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his "foolproof" suicide. You might too.
But... Who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job--but SOMEONE has to do it.
Who will have to cut you down from where you hung yourself or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? Your father? Your mother? Your wife? Your son?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will NEVER completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain.
Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight, and he may do it ten years from now.
You DO have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will tell you that there's hope. Maybe you'll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.
You say you don't want to be stopped? Still want to do it? -Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later. And we'll work with whatever you have left.
Remember: Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

***If you're reading this, please steal it and put it in your journal too.***

__mel_mel__ @ 2004-07-09T11:32:00

2004-07-09T16:33:52Z

Haha...haven't updated my LJ in a looong time...so Jen motivated me and now I am..:D

So...nothing is going on in my life. Interesting, huh? :)

Ugh...my family drives me crazy...my friends drive me crazy...sometimes I think I'm the crazy one, you think?

Soo...I'm gonna make this Friends Only. I don't need anymore stalkers, trust me. :)

Wanna be my friend? ;) You can! LOL...I will update more soon.

Mel