I was wandering aimlessly through Fred Meyer and for some reason my eye was drawn to the latest TV guide...and what do you know!! It has a huge article on the new X-files movie...plus some really cool pictures of them!! Totally just made my day!!!

This is not only the name of the book that I am working on (It's not a real book. I have to do a senior project to graduate so I'm putting together a book of my short stories and it looks really awesome!!) but this is also the name of my blog. No it is not the blog of some whiny girl who thinks she's all that and blah, blah, blah (yes, blah, blah, blah) But I have been posting some of my short stories that do not fit under any certain category.

By that I mean they aren't fanfic. Some of the stories are going to be "published" in my book. They are actually pretty good. Now the problem is that no one has found my blog. My cousin told me that in order to get people to notice my blog I have to find ones like mine and comment on them...but I can't find anything!! So...if anyone is interested, you know...if you have a few moments to spare go to my blog: http://madelinejacy.blogspot.com/

Here is one of my stories (It's short but get's the point across)

Bliss

Carlton groped at the small table looking for support, but all he got was more of a push. It seemed to take hours for him to fall to the ground and when he finally did hit he landed on his shoulder. A blinding pain shot through his arm then finally settled in his shoulder. He tried to lift up his head and look around the room but he was too tired to move. The alcohol in his system was not helping him in any way, but it was too late for regrets. The room was spinning and he felt his mind beginning to slip away. He wished that there was someone there to help him. Even if all they did was carry him back to his bed he'd be happy. The floor was cold and uncomfortable but the booze coursing through his body had taken away his ability to control his body. This all went back to Juliet, if she had just stayed a little but longer then he wouldn't have felt so lonely. It was this feeling of loneliness that had driven him to pick up the bottle. He was tired of being alone, and the alcohol stifled this dreadful feeling.
Carlton's eyes felt heavy and he struggled to keep them open. After a long battle he finally gave in and allowed the darkness to engulf him. When he woke up it would all come back, but for the moment he was free. As he slipped into peaceful oblivion his head stopped throbbing, his shoulder stopped hurting and his heart no longer ached.

So Prom was okay...it would have been much better if I'd had a date. Okay, are you ready for this. Here it goes, my own little whine session. My best friend decided last minute she was going, so we all went together with a big group of friends. Well, she texted the entire time. From the moment we picked her up to the moment we dropped her off she was texting her boyfriend who didn't come because she didn't want him to. And she brought a date. This would have been okay if one, I had a date, or two, all of my other friends hadn't of ditched me. But in the end I finally found someone to hang out with and I had a great time from that point on.

AP tests suck. Granted, the one I took yesterday was the only one I've ever taken, it still sucked. It was long and hard. And it was on US History. One of my worst subjects. I studied for the test, but I'm still afriad that I didn't do well.

Skipping French class was awesome. After the AP tests were done there were a few minutes left in lunch and then there were two periods left in the day. So me and two of my friends went out to lunch and came back in time for the last period of the day (because there's this guy that I really like and that is the only class I have with him). But we got everyone who had french with us to skip...so only half the class showed up. I hate that class so much, and was super glad not to have to go. And that is the first time I've ever skipped class!