Well I left you guys kind of blank, guess if you are reading this you are one of my many friends, or at least i hope you are a friend? Things have been great recently, except a few things that just put me down in the dirt. Small details that may be minor to those around me, but hurt me more than death. I could never explain them all. I have a lot of people who expect things from me, but none of them know each other, or are fighting with each other. Well in amtgard things are ok. I am told not to bitch or moan or complain, but is that not what a blog is for?
I just think this is my way of ignoring the world and making sense out of things that no longer do. Wish I was still in school. Or that I did start a new life within California. So not only do I play amtgard, not only do I bake, cook, serve, and prepare food at The Hummingbird Tearoom, but I am a Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant, and a good friend who sews, bakes and makes jewelry on her own time. I used to be a really good artist, I am not just saying that because I thought my art was good, but because I was told by academies that it was. I used to write poetry, since 2007 I have had some serious writer's block. I guess it is because I left high school. I had so much anger for one guy. He constantly tried to kill me, with knives, cars, lunch trays, he even brought a gun to school. The principal just dismissed almost everything he did. The guy even called the cops on my dad who supposedly was driving too close to him. My dad was in front of him and the guy almost ran us off the road on my way to school, he even bumped into our car. The cops gave my dad a warning, although the evidence was on our car. I seriously hated the guy and before that had never used the word hate. He set me on fire once, my friend (not at the time) jumped over me at a school assembly and tackled me. To put me out. We caused some "big scene" and the teachers we all "You ruined the assembly what is wrong with you two?" The guy who saved my life and tackled me, continued to attempt to beat the shit out of the guy who tried to kill me. He was taken off school grounds and to the cop shop. I myself got my ass kicked after school by the asshole and all of his 13 friends. I never got revenge on him, most of my poetry surrounded the hatred I had. Well, I met someone one day. Her name was Valerie, I will never forget what she taught and said to me. I will never remain the same since she left, but I hope I continued what she wanted me to in my studies. I will continue someday more about these horror stories of how a high school manage to let a mass discriminating asshole by without a warning for threatening peoples lives with dangerous tools of destruction.
Good bye For Now, Kimmie aka StTaR
I just think this is my way of ignoring the world and making sense out of things that no longer do. Wish I was still in school. Or that I did start a new life within California. So not only do I play amtgard, not only do I bake, cook, serve, and prepare food at The Hummingbird Tearoom, but I am a Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant, and a good friend who sews, bakes and makes jewelry on her own time. I used to be a really good artist, I am not just saying that because I thought my art was good, but because I was told by academies that it was. I used to write poetry, since 2007 I have had some serious writer's block. I guess it is because I left high school. I had so much anger for one guy. He constantly tried to kill me, with knives, cars, lunch trays, he even brought a gun to school. The principal just dismissed almost everything he did. The guy even called the cops on my dad who supposedly was driving too close to him. My dad was in front of him and the guy almost ran us off the road on my way to school, he even bumped into our car. The cops gave my dad a warning, although the evidence was on our car. I seriously hated the guy and before that had never used the word hate. He set me on fire once, my friend (not at the time) jumped over me at a school assembly and tackled me. To put me out. We caused some "big scene" and the teachers we all "You ruined the assembly what is wrong with you two?" The guy who saved my life and tackled me, continued to attempt to beat the shit out of the guy who tried to kill me. He was taken off school grounds and to the cop shop. I myself got my ass kicked after school by the asshole and all of his 13 friends. I never got revenge on him, most of my poetry surrounded the hatred I had. Well, I met someone one day. Her name was Valerie, I will never forget what she taught and said to me. I will never remain the same since she left, but I hope I continued what she wanted me to in my studies. I will continue someday more about these horror stories of how a high school manage to let a mass discriminating asshole by without a warning for threatening peoples lives with dangerous tools of destruction.
Good bye For Now, Kimmie aka StTaR
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