I am MiniMandaRuth, a fifteen year old girl, and I am your biggest danger.

I know what you have done to this country, and I know what you plan to do to my future.

I DARE you to come after me. Send your agents into my home and arrest me. Cart me off to some secret prison. Torture me. Whatever.

I dare you.

I know that your little helpers read this.

I'm daring each of you.

Start up an account and PM me. I'll give you my address so you can arrest me.

That's what you wanted, isn't it? A country full of people that think like you, that are afraid of you, that worship you? That at the drop of a hat, you could just wish away all those that oppose you?

Well. Start with me. I know what you have done. I know why you have done it. So do all the people that have died because of you. In Iraq. In Afghanistan. In all the countries affected by us.

So come on.

I dare you.

School shootings.

Pedophillia.

Hate.

I look around me now and think to myself that in an instant, everything could change.

My friend could be taken away from us together, either in her mothers car, or laying in a pool of her own blood.

My boyfriend could be the victim of unspeakable acts against his innocence.

I could be shot tomorrow. Next week.

Everything I know could be demolished today, tomorrow, an hour from now, three years from now.

Why must people be so violent? Why must people do this to others? Why must we fear to walk down the halls and look at the wrong person, why must we fear to make friends, because they might be taken from us? Why must children and teens and adults and seniors and blacks and whites and asians and latinos and gays and lesbians and transgenders and disabled and dyslexics and democrats and republicans be afraid?

Why?

Why do teens have to put up with this? Why do we? Why do we live in fear of our future being destroyed? Why do people do weird stuff to us? Why do people tell us how to live? Why do people tell us what to do with our bodies?

Why?

Why is it that so much violence and hate and rage runs free through our schools, our families, and our circles of friends?

Why?

Can you answer me that, the eternal question of love VS. hate, peace VS. rage, friendship VS. racism?

I just want it all to stop. So that me and the rest of my friends can enjoy our last few years together in school.

Please.

WOw. It looks like someone really spaced when writing 'Zelda'

It matched my shirt

I'm so tired I can't even form a coherent thought.

Those days at school are always the best.

So, my friends are going to go PAR-TAY on Halloween (For those of you that are interested, I'm going as a flower from Alice in Wonderland), and so my friend in band comes up to me. We talk about Halloween, and how every one is going with someone else. So he asks me who I'm going with, and I say no one.

"SO.... do you have a boyfriend?"

I just stare at him and go, "No.... why?"

And so he turns around and yells "BRYAN, SHE SAYS SHE'LL GO OUT WITH YOU!!!"

What was the funniest was Bryan, a really cute trombone player, looked up, looking stupider than usual.

"What... oh... W00T!"


I love band. Band geeks are the best.

On edit: Being fickle about the title.

That came from my best guy friend, the one that I quote in my sig line.

This afternoon during lunch he seemed very disturbed. I asked him what was the matter and we went out behind the main building to sit on the warm grass, soft beneath us. I looked at him, and I realized that his eyes were scared. The same brown eyes that I had sought comfort from were scared and watery, like I had never seen before.

So, I asked him what was bothering him and he just collapsed.

Turns out his parents were quietly discussing in bed last night the war. With all this fear floating about in the world, they feared. They feared that what happened before would happen again. They feared that a draft would come, and through his mothers soft, racking sobs, she feared that her two boys would be taken from her forever.

He is a true teenage boy. He likes football, he's good at math, he has really great friends. He's strong. He's kind. He protects me and stands up for me like a true friend. He adores art and music, and is a pacifist at heart. But today, there was no strength in his voice. Only fear. Pure unadulterated fear.

He told me, his voice weak as he hung his head in both shame and fright, that he had a nightmare that he was in a war. Drafted. Taken from his family and his friends, from everything he loved. He was forced into a bloody war filled with death and fire. I listened in horror as he explained in depth what he had seen.

I will not write it here, but it was horrific what he said. People with their heads blown off. But one scene struck me hard.

"I stumbled over to a doorway... I'm not sure how. I looked over when I heard a noise, and I prepared to fire. There stood me. Bruised and bloody. And I shot me. I killed me."

He has an identical twin brother, and that's what I think he meant.

I reached over to comfort him as he sat there, babbling to himself like a madman. I hugged him around the shoulders and he hugged me back. I could feel his tear-streaked face on my neck and his body heave with cries. I soothed him, telling him that it would all be alright. That I would never let anyone take him from me.

And then, he looked at me. His eyes were not scared or frightened or unsure, but proud for the first time all day.

"I don't want to go to war... but I will to protect you. They'll have to drag me out of your arms."

And then I knew.

By a fellow band geek.

Let's just say they get a mighty possessive of their old instruments.

Me: *Sitting down, minding own business, reading music with my bari sax in my lap*

Old Bari Player: DON'T DROP THAT! *Points at me.*

Me: Wha....?

OBP: DON'T DROP THAT. I SPENT ALL LAST YEAR FIXING THAT. I DON'T WANT TO AGAIN.

Me: Oh... okay.

OBP: If you drop it, that's bad. If it's bad for you, it's worse for me. If it's worse for me because of you, you will find a stake through your heart. Good day.


All the while, he had this crazed look on his face. I love my school band

Let me see.... Good things that happened today.

-Learned that I get to play at the pep rally tomorrow in band! w00t z00t suite ri0t! w00t bari sax0ph0ne!

-Had a fascinating day in science, and got a bunch of questions right.

-Okay, I spent my lunch half-hour learning a math method from my teacher. Oy. I hate being bad at math, and I hate forgetting sequences.

-I got to talk to a guy that's really funny, and kind of cute, from band. He then tried to walk away with my little pin, and I had to fight him to get it back. Well, dig through his hot, sweaty pockets. Ew.

-I actually remembered some math for once, and I got the homework done, and then me and another cute guy from band had a really weird conversation about sequences (Who knew that math could be funny?)

I'm getting bored again...

I don't care if my parents don't know if I'm going over the border to get an abortion. It's my own damn body and I can do with it what I please. If I want to tell them, I'll tell them. They don't tell me half the stuff I do, and I don't ask, and I don't care. Sure, they'd like to know, but what about I tell them after I get the idea of having a baby out of my head.

That idea, at any age, if you don't want it, can be frightening.

But even more frightening is that some people think I should go to jail for doing what is right for my body.

Thank you. Goodnight.

Not that I'm complaining. Weather report is saying that it will be about mid seventies here. I have popsicles and blue hair, what more could a girl ask for?

We can only subdue hate with love, darkness with light. The moment we give up is the moment all hope fails. Fighting amongst ourselves when our true enemies remain in power is what will destroy us all.

Stick together, walk together, fight together. If you don't fight for your own rights, then who will?

The moment we give into that fear that everything could end... that's the moment that it becomes true.

I don't want WW3 to start.

I'm only 14 years old. I haven't experienced many of the things that make life grand.

I've never been mountain climbing, seen the full moon from a beach...

I at least want to get so drunk I pass out and have a bad hangover the next day... surrounded by all my friends.

It's just to damn scary to even think about. All those little things that I've never done... I've never told a guy I've loved him, I've never gotten a high score on Asteroids... I've never had any poetry published.

Jeeze....

It'd better not start.

There was an accident on Tuesday night around where I live.

There were eight teenagers, all 13-15.

A motorcycle crashed into them, sending two to the hospital.

I don't know the other one... but there's a girl that I know. Not closely... she's a grade below me... but she's a sweetie, and one hell of a flute player.

Jeeze... our whole little community has been in an uproar about this. I called my friends all Wednesday morning to check and see if they were okay.

Damn damn damn damn damn.

Just got the email this morning. I never would of guessed.

Damn.

I hope the bastard that crashed gets a heavy fine, or jail time... or both.

kinda a blue-grassy song.... really bad, I know....

I was born a poor daughter of a family of the earth,
And they earned their livin' doin' what the rich folks call filth,
They all stare and laugh as they pass by in their fancy cars,
But we don't care,
Because we are what we are.

I'm wearin' my older sisters dress with holes in the top,
My brother's wearin' dads old socks,
My mom is wearin' an apron made out of sack cloth,
And they all laugh as they pass by,
Wearin' silk and lace,
But we don't care,
'Cause we get our clothes from the best place.

I don't mind our situation,
Though we don't do any braggation,
We don't cause any indentation,
Because we are what we are.

I'm spending the night at my friends house tonight, and my other friend that I haven't seen for about two or three months is coming over to my house after that! And, on monday, I get to go to a park all day Monday for a feild trip!

And, I'm going to a banquet tonight, and the guy I like might ask me to a dance.