So, this is what Tumblr is about. I decided to give blogging a try. So far, so good.

And before anyone asks, Limit No Alchemy is an anagram of my name. Clever, huh? Well, this is the stuff that you think of at 1 a.m.

So, a few days ago……….okay, a day ago, I went to The Forum with some friends. We all decided to go eat in Which Wich, which, if you didn’t know, asks you to give them your name when you order. You know, cause they yell it out and stuff. Anyway, every time I go to Which Wich, I always pick some cartoon character’s name. So today, I convinced one of my friends to write Bubbles on her order, and I wrote Blossom on mine. We, even, ordered kids’ sandwiches. So, when I went to get my sandwich, the sandwich dude realized that someone was missing and asked where Buttercup was.

And THAT is why I love Which Wich.

Just checked the time. I should be doing some summer reading crap. Ugh. A whole summer wasted.


Anyway, I changed the layout…………I don’t really understand the concept, but whatever. I like it.

I have no life. Seriously. IB will be the death of me.


I keep telling myself that it will soon be worth it. But sometimes I wonder…………

Well, darn. We’re so far into the school year, I guess there’s no going back.

Oh well. Anyway, fall is nice. The cooler crisp air. Yeah. Okay, I’m good.

Let’s move on to autumn.

Why do I read these newspaper articles like this?

Hey, I’m sorry sleep specialists, but the majority of us just don’t get 9 hours of sleep.

I wish that I could see these people live a day, wait, no, three weeks through us. Then I could stop seeing this crap. Teachers will give homework, clubs won’t be turned away, sports will be played.

You know when you’re so sure about something and then, all of the sudden, some kind of problem comes up everything falls apart?

You start second guessing everything. Wondering if everything you believed in was actually true. You start dissolving mentally.

Then you go through the denial phase. Saying that this problem doesn’t exist. You keep telling that to yourself, over and over again. But it’s still there. You can’t avoid it.

You know, the best way to get through this is to move on. I know, that’s hard. But the longer you focus on it, the more troubling it becomes. You’ll blow it out of proportion. Move on. Don’t look back. No one’s going to stop you unless you let them. It’s your life, so treat it that way.

“They’re in competition with you,” my dad says.

Competition in school is what he means.
The group of kids who I eat lunch with, my study group, my friends.

We’re all in some sort of ranking. Whether you’re in the 75th percentile or the 6th, there’s someone out there better than you.

Then I think about those kids. The ones who would rather study than hang out.

Sometimes, they’re the lucky ones. Never having to deal with moving away from friends and going to separate colleges. Never having to deal with the awkward encounters at high school reunions because the class president is now a janitor or the big executive guy used to give you swirlies or whatever.

It wouldn’t matter to them, because they didn’t know these people in the first place.

Maybe that is a better strategy.

The end.

keeping them here, and it makes no sense at all.

You’re confusing me. Please stop.

You know, some would like a ‘dislike’ button on Facebook. Some would like a ‘STFU’ button.

But me?

I want a ‘hug’ button. For those situations where words < actions.
If someone is in need, liking their status or note is fine and all. But it’s so vague.
Are you agreeing with them? Are you offering a helping hand? Maybe you’re in the same predicament? I don’t know.

Anyway, a hug is better than liking someone’s status or note, to me.
It lets them know that everything’s going to be alright.

I am insecure. Always have, always will be.

Yes, I am a very happy person. But a lot goes on inside my head.
I constantly feel like I don’t belong anywhere, but if I don’t belong, then why am I here?
The smile on my face is, indeed, happiness, but that happiness is incredibly flawed.

Covered with cracks. Cracks that are easily prone to breaking. Sending me into a depressed state of mind.

I am, in no way, the person that I come off as. There are many more sides to myself that not even my closest friends know.

I just don’t let people in like that. Sorry. Because that was the way that I became insecure in the first place. And I feel that if I don’t get close to others, maybe, just maybe, this insecurity will disappear.

“It’s working.”

That’s what I tell myself, but, truthfully, it’s not.

Football game. At my school. It was fun…………kind of.

Yupp, we won. But something that should have happened did not.

I Hate It When A Plan Doesn’t Come Together.

Anyway, I’m sitting here with the blue eyeliner under my eyes. Yes, eyeliner, because I don’t have the paint to, you know, paint the lines.
This was a “pink out” game, for breast cancer awareness, so I frantically searched for a pink shirt.
No, I don’t own a lot of pink shirts. Not my color.
Talking about shirts…………..where the hell is yours?
Yes, I’m talking to you, *insert name of spirit crew here*.
Where. Are. Your. Shirts?
It’s 58 freaking degrees out here, and it’s windy. And you’d rather cheer for our team with minimal clothing.
God, you’re making me feel cold.
Do you not know the meaning of frostbite?
Look, I’ll be nice and tell you:

Frostbite is the medical condition where localized damage is caused to skin and other tissues due to extreme cold.

Yeah, it’s not extreme cold now. But seriously, it’s close.
Don’t come to me when you get a cold.

As Antoine Dodson would say,

”So dumb, so dumb, so dumb, so.”

What is this?
All I saw were princess dresses and tiaras and wings and wands when it was being explained.
So it’s an excuse to wear costumes?

Anyway, a few of my friends and I are going to be vampires instead.
And not those Twilight ones.

Then we have Neon Tuesday, which should just be called tacky day.
Then Bedazzled Wednesday, which after Neon Tuesday, we should be a little sick of seeing bright, flashy stuff. And now it’ll be sparkly. Ughhhh.
Actually, those two should just be tacky day, combined.

Finally, my favorite day.

NERD DAY.(Or ‘Nerd Thursday’)

I should take slight offense, seeing that I am a nerd. I believe they mean “Geek Day”. But whatever, this is my forte.

Can’t wait to see the outfits this week.