Transformations.

I can't see anything but blue. XP I sat out in the sun too long and then dashed inside. Hahahaha! Funnies.

So, I've been in another creative slump. I really want to drop out of high school, because I hate it, but I really want to get into Laurence. And become an English teacher... even thought I started a sentence with 'and'. XD

So, dear readers, what have you been up to lately?

While your thinking of something, I'll tell you how school has been going. Well, besides the fact that I hate it, it's really a good way to get high. I swear, the scent of drugs on everyone gets ME high. Then I forget where my next class is.

Eh, I'll figure it out sooner or later. Anyways. On to something other than school. I'm back into work, and I'll be finding another job soon. I either want to work at Nebraska Furniture Mart, Toys'R'Us or B&N. This way, if I can rake in some more dough, I'll be able to splurge (not really) at BotCon '11. Yes, I hopefully will be going next year.

Scratch that. I WILL be going next year. I'll walk if I have to.

Yet, I really have nothing else to report. I just felt like I needed to keep you guys caught up (even thought nothing has been happening.)

Love you!
-lulu.bell

Rebuilding Vulgarity,

Follows Dissection Pursues.

I woke up as the frigid metal touched my bare stomach. "Wha- ...Ahh!" I glared up at the green and purple Decepticon, "What the hell is that?!"

Simply from the look on the mech's face, I could tell it was Hook. He sent me the same glare from earlier (a glare he seemed to use on everyone around him besides Scrapper or Megatron) and continued working. I looked down at my body to see they had taken off my shirt, and tied my limbs to the table beneath me.

From instant panic, I tugged at the bonds. "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!" Anger ripple through my veins as I struggled. "Stop it!"

Hook finished hooking the metal device around my stomach, and smirked.

That smirk did not please me.

"Oh, good Lord! Let me go! What is that th-" I was stopped short when Hook pulled out an object akin to a remote control and pressed a series of buttons.

Pain pursued.

As I screamed in agony, arching my back as something seeped into my body, Hook smiled. "That device is injecting microscopic robots into your system that feed on organic matter. The second wake of robots take the dying robots and use them to construct a new frame."

"Megatron insisted we convert you to a full Cybertronian... we just didn't know how to approach such an operation, until now."

I couldn't watch him leave. My eyes were gone.

I couldn't hear his last words. I couldn't comprehend them.

I lay on the table as blood seeped through holes in my skin and the robots fed on what was left of their meal.

Make a Difference.

Ok, so I've changed my mind again. I love being angry, showing hatred towards others, and degrading them farther and farther into the Pit. (Unless if they are actually what I consider human beings, then they've earned my respect, protection, and infinite kindness.)

I just can't handle this world. They're all STUPID. INCOMPETENT. WORTHLESS. Do I go on? Nah, I'll let you figure what other adjectives you'd like to add to the never ending list. Ah, but some other way of thinking has hit me. Am I any better?

I know I'm more intelligent than most, but I don't really care. I know many are smarter than me, but they don't use such advantages. They let the damn GOVERNMENT do everything for them. I strive for my life while everyone takes the easy road out. Cradle to grave. That's what it's all about.

How can you believe in these maggots in office? HOW CAN YOU? They are LYING! They are TAKING YOUR FREEDOM! DO you really want that? You're stupid if you do.

I can't fathom how some people want this. All that we've fought for, just thrown away so easily. People have DIED FOR OUR FREEDOM. Their deaths were now in vain because of these people who support Obama and his cronies. America is dying! Do you want that?

I love my country. I love her. I want the best for her. For the freedom GOD has given us, that freedom he sent to his children. He loves us. He shaped this country. I don't care what religion you believe in, what race you are, what language you speak, but most came here for a better life. For FREEDOM. Now there is no safe place for people if Obama gets his way. We will no longer be "One nation under God."

But I am a warrior of God, and I will never let that happen. We will never let that happen. HE will never let that happen.

Latest Impression.

Have you noticed my brand new layout? Oh my, I hope you have by now :) Yes, as of late, my blogging has died, and my voice unheard. Not anymore. My muse is slowly, but surely, returning to me. I pray that he never leaves me again. (But after my countless tirades, I can't really blame him.) I still want him to stay though. I really despise being alone. Now don't get me wrong; I still have my loving and caring family to support me, but I still feel alone. I feel different, like there is no one else who can relate to me. Can anyone else say they believe fictional characters are real? If so, please prove me wrong.

My mother, a few hours ago, asked me if I knew Jesus. I didn't really have an answer for her. Do I? Probably not. I tell everyone that I want to destroy the human race. How godly is that? Alas, even through all my anger, I still want to protect them. Help them. Do something that could help the entire planet. Make my name famous for generations to come. Not infamous.

Is there really an answer for all of this? Of course not.

I hate being alone. And people always ask me why I'm never happy any more. Now, like I said, I still have tons of people in my life, but I don't need people. I need love. Nurturing. Help. I'm crying... and I'm left to cry alone every time. Why do you think I cry to God For help? For them? Ask yourselves that. I know you have the answer.