Woodstock, Woodstock, WOODSTOCK!

I seem to think that the woodstock concert is absolutely rad. I wish I was alive during this period because it was basically full of peace, unity and freedom; Listening to Janis Joplin, and Country Joe & the Fish. I love "I'm-feeling-like-I'm-fixin-to-die". Great song; The freedom that was given on this day, the thousands of people who showed up to show what they believed in and how they wanted to live; It was all about the music, and the high. Peace: The state of having tranquility.

Oh, What A Lovely Playset You Are...

These things are dangerous...

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs

from ten thousand lightening bugs as they tried to teach me how to dance.
this is all i have to say...

I LOVE blue skies and brown eyes.
Owl City Pictures

H1N1!?

OH EM GEE!

H1N1 is taking over WHS!
I've heard rumors about over 200 students
calling in sick and that at least five kids have
H1N1; Its terrible that half of my classes
are only half full.

So many kids are afraid of H1N1 and the fact that
hospitals are turning people away, shocks me.

Five hour waits, three hour waits? That is insaneeeee, yo!

Shy girrrl goneee talky !

My First.

So, On Tuesday, October 13th, I playedd my first full volleyball game;
it was the most confusing two hours of my life. 5 girls were there, one JV girl
had to step down and play with us. New line up. We were all sick; Crazy annoying.
We won thooughh, it was a goooood niggghtt :]

bloggggerblogggerbloggggerr!

What Am I Blogging Aboutt?

I have no clue what to blog about...
The Weather?
Annoying Seniors?
Volleyball, Family, Friends.
Creeps.
There's way too many things that are on my mind,
that I cannot or will not talk about.

It is September 29th, 2009...
I'm sitting in the Computer lab;
Stephen is Hiccuping.
Victoria is laughing...
Craig and his friend, Mike, are annoying me.
Eve's-dropping is incredibly fun to do;
especially when they don't care if someone
hears or not.

Not too bad for a rainy day.
This is actually pretty funny, listening to these
guys torture Stephen this way;
I'm honestly laughing at this.
You're hilarious.

I'm Done; Good-bye.

This IS personal. Right.

Today, On September 17th, 2009.
I was looking at the Jaycee Dugard Story.
I came across a couple of stories about two
boys who had been previously kidnapped and
found alive. I personally think that the things
that are happening lately are crude. I don't
understand why anyone would need the satisfaction
to kidnap and kill, or anything near that situation.


Ben Ownby, Jaycee Dugard and Shawn Hornbeck;
All lucky, fortunate kids to have gotten out of their
terror, alive. I know, personally, that regaining your
trust for people, is hard. The things that can and
most likely will happen even more now, than ever,
will never fail to surprise me. Call it weird, it creepy;
but I am a person that will NEVER let go of the past.
I will NEVER forget. And I can NEVER forgive that man.

Boys will be Boys.

Yeah,
Boys will be the idiotic, jerks that we all know and sometimes have to love.
Sometimes, I have more guy friends than I have girl-friends. I love them all.
But I just have to have my guy time. Their crude sense of humor is pretty fun to
be around. I'm not sure why I find it so interesting, but the fights and the joking
and the not-so-tenseness is great. It's relaxing because you can just chill.
With girls? You "have" to be doing something, or talking. I cannot just have a full
day of girl.


Well, Study Hall is over.

Uhm, Bye. I guess.

Trust Me.

She's the trusty little side-kick
that will prove to you that you'll
never lose faith.

She is the wind that blows through your
hair, and the whistle that flows within
your ears.

Sometimes, she can be a little mischievious.
She cannot help the things that she does.
She will keep your secrets, but there is
a possibillity that she will throw them away.
You traveling along with it.

She is your only aliby.
You cannot be proven innocent.
You cannot be set free.


Do you still trust her?
Is she still your little side-kick?
Do you lack any sense of faith?
Do you still hear her whistle,
the breeze in your hair?

You have learned that you cannot trust
those who cannot be trusted.
You were taught to care for others.
You were her only friend.
She lost you.
She won the award,
for the best worst friend.
She has betrayed you.
She has told your secrets.
She cannot be trusted.



I am thinking about so many things right now. Whether a friend is truely a friend. Can you explain to me, why so many must decieve the ones before them? I, for one, cannot go a day without talking to my best friends. I can't just sit there and talk to you, and be totally two-faced and arrogant. I will be a good friend to you because, I am not willing to lose someone due to my own stupid mistakes. I have been in so many situations where my friends, or myself, have been stripped of every emotion in our bodies. I will face any type of humiliation that you will try to put me through, and I will do it with class. I cannot stand next to a person who thinks they have the authority to be told some pretty deep stuff, and then go tell another person. Especially when you're told NOT to tell someone, or a specific someone. I would not do that. I like it when people confide in me, because it makes me think that maybe some where, in that personality, they need someone to talk to, and someone who'd mostly understand. I am not saying to trust every single person that you ever meet. Be aware, yes, but have faith.

"You must have Faith, Trust and Pixi Dust" - Peter Pan.

I Love My Kaylan.

Shut Up, Kayla.


You're one of my best friends. I love you. You're on the phone with me, as I am typing this short little blog. You're talking about macaroni cheese and Miruna is singing that one fare-well song from
"The Sound Of Music."
Our conversations at four A.M are amazing because we can always have these really deep, pensive, ridiculously long, crazy conversations. I accidentally just hit Miruna's van-go thingy and it went behind her bed. She hit me.
Anyways. I love you <3 Best Friends.

Promise.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

My life can be so boring.
I text, IM, tan, swear and flirt way more than I should.
Whether I chose to or not, I will always be the type of person that
will get on your nerves, but you'll still want to be my friend. I can
be shy, and I can be very out-going, amused or bored.
I love my friends because they make my day/night ten times better
than my parents will. I love my parents, because I know that they'll
always be there for me.
I love my life. I love my pen. I love my camera.

I originally planned on talking about the unhealthy things that I do,
but I decided to tell you about my boring-amusing, high contrasted life.
I'm supposed to be going to Chicago soon. For my birthday. I'm a little
more than excited. Be Happy.


Love My Sunshine.

Hey! My name is Shawniee.
To be totally honest, there are a million and one things running through my mind that I can talk to you about. I could tell you about how my freshmen year in high school has been, my first year on a volleyball team and already injuring myself. I could tell you about my friends and the type of people I have met. Concerts that I have attended with my best friend. Or, I could just tell you one of the most random things about my day.
A mixture of what happened on September 2nd; I hurt my wrist two weeks ago in practice and I've had to train for the last two weeks, the first day I'm back out on the court, I re-injure my arm and now have to get x-rayed. Isn't that great?
I was in English class, sitting next to my friend, Heather, and she unintentionally hit my arm at least fourteen times. Pretty painful. Not to mention that I'm left handed. You get the point.

I'm actually kind of proud of myself. Talking so much about something so little. I bet some of the other people in my Print Journalism class are talking about what the perspective of this assignment is. I think its a great idea. Sometimes, I find out new things about myself. Writing is an amazing skill. Once you know the right way to use it, you'll take off. Start writing new things. Maybe even write a poem, or a short story. What ever your heart is ready to do, you'll find yourself exploring more than you thought you would.

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