MysteryLpChick

I like the song. They sound mature and fresh, and maybe it's just me but the intro reminds me of Halloween theme music. Meh, that's just me.

Unforgiven, by Sweetbox

Overload: School! [music]: Unforgiven- Sweetbox I use to believe that having a day off from school was blessing. Not this year, blame that on the classes I am taking this year. Last week I missed a total of three days, not including the one day I had to leave school early and miss three hours of my Web Design class. Because of that, I really regret doing that. I guess it is safe to say that I had an overload of make-up work, homework assignments, and exams. For second semester, I decided to take Forensic Science, and from what I heard, it was easy class. While the class itself is interesting, the assignments, notes, and exams are a total killer. Thursday I had to take my first Forensic Science exam, on all the things we learned from our notes, book, and articles. Half the class was absent, and the other half groaned in agony when they discovered that the exam was not a multiple-choice test. Earlier that morning I had to finish some questions for the class, and finding the answers in the college book was not helping my stress over the test. To put it in simpler terms I probably failed the exam. Well, at least I put most effort into the test, even though the answers were pulled out of my ass. I am please that I was able to find some quiet time to read one my favorite books. Memories of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden, I have read the book before, and I was amazed by how Arthur Golden used his words gracefully in detail and in dialogue. The moments throughout the book are everlasting and so are the characters. I would have to say that so far my favorite character is Hatsumomo, because she is the ultimate bitch. A nice book is great for a quiet day. Besides, that I just felt I should say one more thing, that I am busy working on my outline for my Sailor Moon epic, and I should be getting back to work on Mike’s Guide to Surviving High School soon. I have turned into a lazy bum, but then again I think you can associate my lazy bum attitude for having a social life. So, you can my life is boys, school, computers, parties, and sex-- I’m still a virgin so get your heads out the gutter okay people. Oh, yeah my mother finally broke down and said I can get my nose ring! Yeah, I am excited and nervous at the same time. Next up is fucking tattoo on my ass… just kidding! ----- LiveJournal Entry

I like her voice. I don't really mind her image just the music really. My favorite song by her "Turn off the Lights" and "Say It Right"

Me and my friends in Web Design helped me pick, we all decided on the black. I like the black one too.

I really like the new colors. I was personally getting a little bored with the black and blue, and this is nice on the eyes. And we can actually see the band! The update is nice, thanks for your hardwork! Edit: Then again I get bored easily with a lot of things, so don't take offense to that. Just my personal opinion on my part.

LpGuide114 Warning: This chapter contains topics of sexual abuse that may offend some readers. However, I must advise that I’ve tried my best to keep the topic light for readers without taking out the context. ____________ Mike’s Guide to Surviving High School I never really thought too much about Chester’s situation at all. He only talked about it a very few times, but never that much. What I have been noticing lately, and not just me, is that Chester behavior is like a wave at sea. Hey, I know that sounds so corny, but think of it this way. One minute he will be happy, and then he will snap. The only person that was able to get through to him is Jazz, but not that much. I wish I could find out more without seeming nosy or anything. So, what should I do or say? Maybe someone or anyone can help me with this problem. Then again you have to say, is it better to leave the situation alone. Let me think about that… hell no! Hasn’t anyone really realized that from the start my friends and I tend to jump into crazy situation? Then what’s so different from this one… mainly, because when someone you really care about doesn’t feel like talking. It is best to either shut up, or come up with a plan from the sidelines, even if you are alone. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you jumped into drama. Oh, wait! Your life is drama, Mike,” Jazz sipped on her soda slowly, staring across the table at Mike. “Then my life wouldn’t be as exciting as a television soap opera. Now be series, Jazz. We have to help Chester, and he seems to listen to you more than anybody,” Mike picked up his burger and pulled out the pickles. “You aren’t going to eat those?” Jazz pointed at the ketchup covered pickles on Mike’s plate. Mike shook his head, and pushed his plate over with his finger. Jazz grabbed the pickles off his plate and placed them onto her plate. “I guess you have forgotten… that I listen and understand more than you do,” Jazz picked up three fries from the side of her plate and dipped them into the ranch that sat in the middle of the plate. “Wait a minute! I’m here for everybody’s problem. What makes you so different?” Mike stared at his best friend with curious chocolate-brown eyes. “Because I’m a woman,” she replied with a smile, chewing on her fries. Mike nodded and mentally rolled his eyes. “And women carry more emotions than men.” “What makes you so certain? Aren’t men and women created equal?” “No, when your whole conversation is filled with nothing but sex, girls, and stupid slapstick jokes---wait no, stupid sexist jokes.” Jazz swallowed, and took another swig of her soda. “No, it’s not!” Mike countered back. “Besides, I have great compassion for women… look at my brother.” Jazz rolled her eyes, and smiled. “Okay, let’s get back to the point. You want me to talk with Chester, but Mike it’s hard to talk about his situation. Look at this way; we are on a dead boat right now, if we go to the school official who knows what they might do.” “That’s what I thought about, and also the fact that none of us know anything about sexual abuse in the first place. I mean it’s gotten so bad that Chester doesn’t want company,” Mike said, sighing to himself with frustration. “Wait a minute; I went over to Chester’s house last week. Nobody was there, and no we didn’t do anything! However, he did keep placing the photo frames face down around the house. I asked him why he kept doing this, but he only said that they were embarrassing pictures that he didn’t want anyone to see.” “That’s funny, because whenever the guys want to come over we can’t. He usually says that his mother has company, and he didn’t want to stir any trouble. That’s the thing that I’m wondering about… what trouble is he referring to, and I wonder if it’s because of his mom’s company now,” Mike said, sitting back in his seat with deep eyes thinking over the clues. “… I did catch sight of the picture… it was a man, but I’m sorry to say I couldn’t quite catch all the features of his face though,” Jazz said, sadly. “Do you think the person that Chester is afraid of maybe the man in those pictures? Do you think that his mother’s company is the man in the picture, and that all this is linked together somehow?” Mike asked, raising his soda to his lips. “Let’s not take a wild shot in the dark, okay? Besides, we are stressing over this greatly… I want to help Chester too. However, we are working with finals at this moment. Finals and a friend’s mystery are really taking a toll on all of us,” Jazz pointed her index finger down onto the table with every word she spoke. “Or is that you’re the one stressed out… I mean Jazz what do you want to do? I want to help Chester, because my best friend and so is you. What are you afraid of, Jazz?” “I’m just afraid of anyone of us getting hurt. Hell Mike, it seems like every year so far we can’t catch a damn break from all the drama.” “Well, duh I mean what the hell do expect are life to be Little House on the Prairie? I mean with great drama comes the great legends.” “Who the hell told you that?” Jazz raised her eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t know, my uncle said to me and my brother at a Christmas party a few years ago. You know how that goes…,” Mike crossed his arms, and watched Jazz giggle at the thought of two young boys wondering why their uncle was falling over chairs. ***** After dropping Jazz off at my grandmother’s house for the night. I felt rather tired from all the talking and planning. I was actually lost, and what my grandmother said made a lot of sense for me. She told us to let Chester figure out if he needs help, it may seem wrong to believe that. However, Chester needs to come to terms with his own fears. Always count on your elderly to give you great advice, not for my uncle Russell; he just doesn’t make any sense at all. Okay, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to find something out of the ordinary at my house. However, actually what I’m look at isn’t much of a surprise. It’s actually relief, but I feel heavy with concern. Sitting on my porch under the moonlight was Chester. He seemed tired, battered, and bruised. Unless he was in series fight with someone, or possible himself, but that’s just stupid to think that. He looked up at me with saddest eyes, even sadder than Jazz’s brown eyes. He stood up; he wobbled a bit, but caught himself on the railing. I stepped forward in reaction, but stopped when Chester gave me this weary smile. “Can I stay with you… can I live with you?” Live with me, who in their right mind would want to live with my dysfunctional family? “Come on, Chester, let’s go inside,” Mike motioned for Chester to take his hand, and in which Chester accepted. They walked inside silently, Mike’s mother wanting to place her two cents in; however, Mike’s father was quick to stop her by shaking his head. Chester and Mike soon found themselves in the quiet, yet messy room of Mike’s. Chester collapsed on Mike’s bed with a loud sigh, and stared up at the ceiling. “… He came back, just as he did after my father left. He lied to my family, but he always seemed so truthfully with me… too truthfully…,” “Chester why are you talking like this? What the hell happened to you?” Mike crossed his arms, and leaned up against the closed bedroom door. He may have seemed uncaring, but deep down he was burning with fear. “My mother’s boyfriend… he was a family friend… he lied to my mother and siblings before, claiming that he was nice and shit. But he turned into the devil he was, he hated me and tortured me in the worse way possible!” Chester clenched his fist, and raised them into the air. “Chester…” Mike started, but Chester shot up quickly with a look of fear and hurt burning in his eyes. “I’m so fucking jealous of you, Mike! You have a full house, a full house of truth! You haven’t been through shit like I have… your father, no your uncles, or your cousins has never touched you! They never tried to scar you more than my mother’s boyfriends ever had! I’m tainted child with no way out! So, why do you find the need to help me! You want to know why, because I want you too!” Chester fell onto the floor in tears, banging his fist on the floor. Mike stood there dumbfound, this same person crying before him was so strong, funny, and talented could ever break down. Mike couldn’t walk over and comfort him, nor could he comply to any words to help him. Hell, what could he really say to make Chester feel better? I hate feeling helpless, I hate feeling clueless about anything. So, Mike stood there dumbfound, unable to speak or move, watching with sad eyes stricken with confusion, hurt, and clueless. His heart pounded with regret, his heart dropped with sadness, his heart burst with anger. What would you do in my shoes? Walk away, talk with words unknowing truth, or would you stand there hoping for a sign or maybe for a way out? ________________ Notes based on the chapter will not be discussed on this forum; they will be discussed in my journal entry to save from making more spam. So, for more information based on this chapter and future chapters please leave comments either in my journal or private message me. Arthur Notes: Mystery Journal

Return of the Writer [music]: Love Stoned-Justin Timberlake What relief does writing have over me, considering I have not written anything for the past four months? For a while it felt like I lost all energy to continue my passion for it, while my rivals, as I like to call them passed me by I just couldn’t come up with anything. For those that know my writing very well, and has actually taken the time to read any of my work, has noticed that I have been absent for a while, and I deeply apologize for that. You see for the past four months I have gone through what you call “life lessons” moment, and went through my first series relationship and series break-up. Slowly, I am recovering, but school and social drama with so-called friends, my real friends, and ex-boyfriends left me drained. I have not had the right frame of mind to make good decisions, nor write anything that would capture the reader’s attention. So, ironically today after a talk with my grandma, argument with my mother, and drama with my so-called friends, I became so annoyed and so tired. I just decided to write. Mike's Guide to Surviving High School I have not updated this story in so long, I feel so ashamed. I knew that I lost some of my interest in Linkin Park, and that was keeping me away from LPF (Linkin Park Forums 3.0). Truthfully, I have been listening to Namie Amuro and Ayumi Hamasaki, and they have taken some of my interest away. However, I felt that since this was a high school story, and I am currently dealing with high school dealings now. It felt as thought I need to revive this story once again. I need to add my angst and thoughts into Mike and friends for some fun. Do not think I am crazy or nothing, but I like to see Mike and Co., get into trouble and fantasizing what these boys were like during their teen years. I started writing half the chapter a few days earlier; I was not really into it at the time as I was today. I thought it was going to be another “filler” chapter, and I really hate those. I should know I have that problem with Inuyasha, so why would even think of pulling off another “filler” chapter. However, with this entire pint up anger and emotions with me, I turned the chapter into some dark and tasteful in my opinion. I wanted to touch upon a topic that I feel needed to be addressed, and I must say I really like how it turned out. Sad to say I cannot really remember what semester the gang is in, and so I must come up with something. I hope that I get some reviews, I should, consider how long I have been gone and have not updated. ---- Overall, I feel a sense of pride and energy coming back to me. I mean I updated a story that I haven’t touched upon in awhile. Honestly, I really can’t wait until I start working on my Sailor Moon epic---yes, I’m still a Sailor Moon fan girl. I also I have the energy to revise my book again and publishing it very soon. Hey, would any of you actually read my book? I know I ask that all the time. ___________________ Also Posted: LiveJournal

Happy Birthday!!! My devilish next door neighbor. Haven't seen you in awhile to give you your present. But I guess Monday you'll be expecting it! *hint* It'll make great use for your writing. Love ya girl, see you in school Monday!

I use to be only IE, but when Firefox came out that's all I ever use now. Very very rarely will I use IE, and I haven't updated IE 6.0 to 7. So, Firefox all the way!!

At first I thought it was impossible to be in love so young. But then I met someone, and even though we aren't together anymore. He made me believe that you're never to young to love, but I do believe that you can be to young to understand relationships. And the more we become older and wiser the more we do understand. But no you are never to young to be in love. I hope that came out right...

I got some of my presents a few days earlier. My grandmother bought me a $50 Best Buy card. And with that I bought: Justin Timberlake-Futuresex/LoveSounds Fergie-The Dutchess Janet Jackson-Control Aaliyah-One In A Million Ciara-The Evolution Evanescence-Fallen I'm trying to rebuild my cd collection. I also bought two volumes of Inuyasha manga. And on Christmas day I got Southpole winter jacket, Southpole T-shirt, and J.Lo Glow perfume. I'm going after Christmas shopping too for more clothes.

I felt left out from all the fun... well, I haven't been here for awhile. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to post a new pic of me then. I was bored with myself... http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r154/PinkSuger/th_DSCN0395.jpg

Normal: Dark Brown, with red highlights if the sun hits just right. I never dyed my hair before, want too. But mom won't let me.