D-Day

Today I sat outside of my house for 20 minutes watching 5 hawks circling a tree in my neighbor's yard. I thought it was amazing how it seems they can just float up there forever without even flapping their wings, they just spread their wings and fly.
Suddenly all 5 hawks dove into the tree. There was a moment of silence, then a black swarm of tiny birds rushing after the hawks.
It seemed the hawks were taunting the little birds the way they glided around in circles, slowly and calmly. All the while the little birds where flapping their wings with fury, passing the hawks as they made their smooth circles and bomb diving into them when they had the chance.
I could see some of the little birds fall out of the sky, meeting the unfriendly ground below.
I soon found myself cheering for the tiny birds. The little underdogs, who together can take on the largest hawk.

GOD SPEED MY TINY BIRD FRIENDS....God speed.

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Words don't work like Webster says, they trip me up all night.

I remember a time when it was wrong to openly glare at a stranger, or at least they would awkwardly look away as soon as they saw you had spotted them staring you down. I suppose this is no longer the case.
Starting last week I have encountered large groups of people who have been staring at me, and not in the "I want to be your bff" way either. In fact, it's more of a "hey there is that girl that started the Holocaust and stomped all the baby kittens on the planet all in the same day" look.

I swear to you, this is not me being paranoid.

For example: There is this blond girl in my math class who sits two seats across from me. I will be talking to Jake about something retarded, much like everyday, when I will look slightly past him and notice that this girl is GLARING at me, squinty eyes and all. Now this is the part where I expect her to look away because I see her looking at me. No. Instead she continues to stare me down while I'm staring at her, creating a huge awkward stare-off confusing the hell out of poor Jake.

This is not the only instance of this happening.

Am I really that offensive looking?
Do I smell?
Do I say things that are so retarded people feel the need to let me know with their eyeballs?

I don't understand.
Maybe I resemble a serial killer that dwells in Massachusetts.

In other news: this paper is destroying my soul.
DESTROYING
MY
SOUL.

I feel like I am literally loosing my mind.
It's probably floating out in the atmosphere, by this point probably somewhere over Africa.
Honestly, knowing that I will be in Albuquerque in 11 days is the only reason I have not blown up my school.
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Maybe it's not that bad.
The the brain floating around over Africa is true.

SO HERE I GO. Dive into the deep depths of Euthanasia.
Fun Fun. See you in two weeks. :|
What I will emerge as after those two weeks is a mystery. A demon, a fire-breathing dragon. All I know is it won't be the cute and cuddly Cat that you all know and love.
KBAI.