okay, the first entries have sort of relected how i was feeling at the time i wrote them. So at the moment i would just like to add that as i am not always that depressed or thoughtfull these blogs will vary greatly in tone. At the moment i would like to start adding my 'story' to these. It's my 'story' because at the moment there isn't very much of it and 'it' happens to be titleless. Cierwen is also wanting to add her story (Promise Me This) to this blog, in which case i will alternate between the two...anyways this is app. the first page of my story...oh, by the way anything in brackets is still part of the story but is meant to be italics...the story...

She sat silently. Watching. Waiting. Staring blankly ahead...
Around her, voices, inaudible amongst her thoughts.
(He hit me.) These words bounced around her head. Over and over again. She thought. (He hit me. ) She felt the anger bubble inside her until it reached a peak. She stood...
"Excuse me, Miss. We aren't done with you yet." A strong hand dropped down on her shoulder, "Would you mind staying another minute."
She sat. Observing for the first time the scene that surrounded her. Red and blue, the sirens flashed across her face. Police cars formed a neat semi-circle around the house, on the road. Blocking non-existant traffic in both directions. She wondered who called them.
("I'm only ten minutes late! The fish won't die! They can't tell the time you know!" Karen yelled as she crosses the living room floor, towards the tank.)
Stoically she answered the same questions repeatedly. She wondered if they had been specifically designed to catch her lying. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled the blanket tighter around her scantilly clad body.
"Miss, we are done. Please don't go anywhere without informing us first," the burly policeman suddenly noticed her innocence, "standard procedure. I suppose you'd be wanting somewhere to stay until we get this place sorted. Cleaned at least."
She didn't think this was a question, but nodded anyway. At his request, she gave the address and allowed herself to be bustled into one of the cars.
Lights flashed across her face as she rode towards Brian's house. He would help. He had harboured criminals sucha s herself before.
("Don't bother feeding them now! I did that a half hour ago!" The voice rose from the recliner, low but accusing.
"Fine! Taking a shower! Don't disturb me! Karen stormed off.)
Sergent Hannogen pressed the buzzer and waited. The girl turned around and watched a butterfly flit around a rose bud. (Flutterby) she thought and the corners of her mouth nearly turned upward. Nearly.
The door opened and the girl swung around, throwing Sergent Hannogen off balance.
Brian failed to hide a scowl as he recognised her. She recognised the pain in his eyes and the strained expression on his face. She knew it well.
She walked towards the bathroom as Sergent Hannogen explained the situation to Brian. Their voices remained hushed.
"...gun...fish...brother...neighbour..." The voices still trailed along the hall. Brian's voice carried well. She would have to tell him that later.
("Karen, You'd better get your a*** back here if you know what's good for you!...I'll give you what's coming when I get my hands on you...SLUT!!!" )....

Okay that's the first page of my story so far. Next time i'll write cierwen's...or maybe i shouldn't. It's much better in contrast.
Anyways, anybody else who wants to be able to write on thisa thing just let me know and i'll add you...i may need your email address though.
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Hey! Sayers here, posting for no other reason than to state my purpose.

Being a long time reader of this blog (as long as it has been going) I had wanted to be able to comment on some of the things that Pez was saying. So I got made a team member which means I can contribute to this blog in the same way Pez does. Of course this is her blog and, though I have attention seeking tendencies sometimes, I mean for it to stay that way. In other words - I'm not really going to say much apart from offer sometimes another angle or agree with what she says. I must thank her a lot though for giving me the privilege of being able to do this (that sentence sounds like it is only being said because it is the polite thing to do but I mean it). Actually I look forward to a good discussion or two soon, since I have been looking for something like this for a while.

A VERY PRODUCTIVE SENIOR SCIENCE LESSON...
And bec goes on about her obsessions. As in beckles. The obsession with her talking. She feels the need to talk continuously ( ithink thats spelt write.) "...she has things to say and only a short time to say them in..." quote
Bec will talk and talk until everybody has heard her story. The one about nothing...the one that has never been told before.
bec dares to go where no puppet has gone before. (cierwen will get that one.)
this blog is different because im writing in senior science and bec keeps talking...hence it has no meaning. Much like the story that bec keeps talking about the one about nothing.
This story is really very boring...she hasn't said anything about it for the past few mins. Bec left her mark..the  well that's fun.
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Some math, for those who can't work it out for themselves...
In a week there are 7days, 4weeks to a month, 12 months to a year, yadda, yadda, yadda. Except there are really only five TYPES of days. There is the great day, the good day, the okay day, the bad day and the invisible day.
The Great Day
On this type of day, everything that you do makes you feel like spontaneously breaking into song and dance. Or something of the like. Its a great day. The best kind of day you can have. Nothing that can go wrong, does, nothing that anyone does can bother you that's how happy you feel. The sun shines over you and everything seems like a fairy tale, some sort of fantasy land.
The Good Day
This day is ONE of the best types of days to have (but not THE best). You still feel really happy but instead of having the urge to sing, its more of a hum that comes out. Instead of wanting to dance, you...move rhymically. It's a happy day where people can annoy you but happiness prevails.
The Okay Day
Where you feel neither happiness, nor unhappiness. It's a day when nothing can really turn your mood good or bad. It's a mediocre day. Pretty self explanitory.
The Bad Day
Nothing goes right on a bad day. All the things that you plan fall through. Things that you have been looking forward to for a couple of days get cancelled or rained out. Or you have a bad hair day or something to generally make you feel miserable.
Invisible Days
The ugliest of days to have, but strangely enough, no one notices. This is a day where everything that can go wrong does. Assesments that you spend all holidays working on come back and you realise that you have barely passed. Or not passed at all. No matter how upset you get, you try not to show it because other people are so happy.
The weather is great but storm clouds hang over your head. But sill no matter how upset you get, you are INVISIBLE. The days are truely the most ugliest days of all not because they are really upsetting or depressing, but because no one cares.
Invisibility seems to be the best part of the day. Think of all the great things that can happen when you really want to cry but no one wants to listen. When you want to curl up and wake up in a new lifetime and no one notices.