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Okay, a few of you may remember that rant about me not getting into algebra that I deleted shortly after, but I bring you great news.
I'M IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D Haha, so when i get my green schedule it should look different than the one I have now....
-Ayesha

I'm not a size 0. My nose is too big. My eyes are too small, and those 'beauty marks' aren't beautiful in my eyes.
You know what? I'll accept that. Not everyone can be perfect......
-Ayesha

You know, stereotyping doesn't just apply to people like us. I cannot name how many people have stated that they are against stereotypes, yet they remain to stereotype others.

Something I found on Y!A:

"I'm Bulgarian so i must be the sexiest person alive!

I'M SKINNY, so I MUST be bulimic.

I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.

I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz

I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.

I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.

I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST hate men.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a *****

I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.

I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.

I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST be "evil" and not have any morals.

I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.

I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.

User: Mama, we all go to hell.

Cleverbot: But we are all bourgeois now.

User: You're just a sad song, with nothing to say.

Cleverbot: You are right good night.

User: Keep running!

Cleverbot: *goes in house*.

User: Fuck like a kennedy.

Cleverbot: Really? Are you sure?

User: When I was a young boy, my father took my into the city.

Cleverbot: Tell me the date when you started existing.

User: There's a corpse in this bed.

Cleverbot: Did my time, took my chances.

User: Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet.

Cleverbot: Just a man and his will to survive.

User: So many times, it happens to fast.

Cleverbot: You trade your passion for glory.

User: Don't loose your grip, on the dreams of the past.

Cleverbot: You must fight just to keep them alive.

User: It's the eye of the tiger.

Cleverbot: It's the thrill of the fight.

User: Rising up to the challenge of our rival.

Chapter eight :) http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/youllnevermakeme/lost-time-ch-8
Oh, how short this chapter is.... :P

Lost In Time
Chapter Nine

The way the words stuck to me, the way those harsh words flowed out of their mouth. How their knuckles struck my chin… even I hoped it would fix me.
"Maybe you should kill yourself. You'd be doing us all a huge favor. Even you know you'll never be able to live for anything."
If only I could die...
I dug out my pocket knife, holding the blade up in the dim light. I stood there, debating how many time I'll need to stab myself before I finally drain myself of every drop of blood. Every little drop of liquid that kept me alive.
"Jade? What are you doing?" Gladys walked in, her face wide in shock. I can tell she saw the knife I held.
"Just… leave me be. I'm fine."
"You look hurt," she moved closer, "Do you need a hug?" She always gave hugs to anyone she thought needed one. She was my favorite hugger.

How strong the lyrics are....... I can't wait for the new album. :)

Chapter 7: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/youllnevermakeme/lost-time-ch-7
Sorry about the wait :(

Lost In Time
Chapter Eight

I woke up in a strange, dim room. Everything was filthy, even the bed I laid on. Across the room was a younger girl who looked to be about fifteen. She was sharpening what looked to be a piece of glass.
"Where am I?"
"You don't know?" The girl smirked, "A mental institution. I'm Mary, by the way." She stated, dragging the glass down her wrist, the blood dripping onto her bare feet.
Charlie was next to me, staring at my face, like an idiot. I reached out to place my hand on his shoulder, but he just disappeared. I sighed as my hand dropped down next to me.
"Charlie." I mumbled under my breath.
"Schizophrenia?" Mary asked me.
"What?"
"Do you have schizophrenia? Is that why you're here?"
"No… He's real… or at least he used to be." I let out a sigh. Mary rolled her eyes and left.

http://www.literaturecollection.com/a/wilde/330/
THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE

"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,"
cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red
rose."

From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and
she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.

"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes
filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness
depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all
the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is
my life made wretched."

"Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after
night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night
have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is
dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of
his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and

So I drew you one, instead. Happy birthday, Anyssa :) This is the front of your card, I'll give it to you in a bit. :D
-Ayesha