1. Deserted; forsaken.
2. Exuberantly enthusiastic.
3. Recklessly unrestrained.

adjective

1. Having been given up and left alone: bereft, derelict, deserted, desolate, forlorn, forsaken, lorn. See keep/release.
2. Lacking in moral restraint: dissipated, dissolute, fast, gay, incontinent, licentious, profligate, rakish, unbridled, unconstrained, uncontrolled, ungoverned, uninhibited, unrestrained, wanton, wild. See restraint/unrestraint.

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  Abandoned is such an interesting word. Why, you may ask? Well, you see, it is an interesting word because of the feelings it connotes to the reader. For the majority of us, when we see the word abandoned our minds immediately revert to orphans, lost kittens, rejection, and feeling alone. I know that that is what I thought the moment I picked this word to be my subject tonight. But you see, I decided not to just let that one definition of the word taint my topic tonight, I delved deeper into the meaning and alternate definitions of the word itself, and the results I found were very interesting.

1. Exuberantly enthusiastic.
2. Recklessly unrestrained.

Exuberantly enthusiastic = abandoned? Sounds odd doesn't it? Well, that is exactly what I thought. Which, brings me to another point. We as humans always take words at face value... and if we don't know what a word means, we just shrug our shoulders and say... "Heck, I don't know what that means... and I really don't care..." I know that I am certainly guilty of that. But this word, this abandoned, it means much more than feeling alone. It almost means the opposite. The sentence, "The feeling of abandon." can truely be taken two ways. (A.) Feeling alone and rejected, and/or left behind. or (B.) Feeling recklessly and exuberantly enthusiastic. In light of this fact... it isn't always bad to feel abandoned.

 Not Entirely Yours,

     Incomprehensible

 Back to the old grind; yes?

As this weekend draws to a close... I am saddened. Recent events have brought me down quite a bit. If I happened to rate how I felt before this weekend started, and how I feel at this moment... The interval between the two numbers would be quite large. But... in truth, Life, like Time, moves onward without feeling... so all I can do is move along with it.

 There is no way to explain the way I feel or why I feel it. But, I must continue going onward. Better things await me, or so I have been told. I may as well take that giant leap of faith into the oblivion of tomorrow and hope for the best. There is nothing behind me, and nothing before me. I cannot change what is now past, but I can somewhat mold my future slightly to my liking. If I sojourn on into the unknown lands of tomorrow I may find victory... and I may find defeat. One can never tell. Fortune favors the bold. So bold I shall be.

 If I die, I know I will have died fighting.

Not Entirely Yours,

 Incomprehensible

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Oh... and for your benefit, here is an obscure word, since I had no in particular word to start my entry off with. Enjoy it and revel in this new-found knowledge. One day it may be of use to you.
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re·cru·desce (rē'krū-dĕs')
intr.v., -desced, -desc·ing, -desc·es.

To break out anew or come into renewed activity, as after a period of quiescence.

[Latin recrūdēscere, to grow raw again : re-, re- + crūdēscere, to get worse (from crūdus, raw).]

re'cru·des'cence n.
re'cru·des'cent adj.

1. The quality or state of being unknown or unacknowledged.
2. One that is unknown or unacknowledged.

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 Anonymity. That word and every idea encompassing it seems to be quite popular around the MindSay Sphere as of late. It has, as many of you have noticed. Anonymity in itself is not a bad thing, not in the least. It gives one an almost higher level of freedom in the blog world. When anonymous, one can say as they please and no one is the wiser as to whom they should point fingers at or blame for their own thoughts. No one can tell you that you are wrong or think poorly of you... for they know not who you are outside of MindSays' haven. The thing that I have been noticing, the thing that has made my skin crawl and my brain itch is the poor use, misuse and abuse of the anonymity that MindSay has granted us. Instead of making productive entries of what has been bothering them, they are playing a mind game with those of us that surround them. They are playing... like a child plays with toys.

 [Slightly ironic, is it not that I, a fellow lover of the anonymity idea that I should be blogging about its current misuse? Well, that is my right as an unknown writer to blog about if I so choose.]

Instead of creating an anonymous blog that one can read and find something controversial, thought-provoking or relevant to everyday life... one finds... "Guess who I am... I know You... I see you everyday... “Throw in a poorly written rhyme here, and a bad metaphor there, and you have a non-creative, overly generic, anonymous blog.

 To quote a friend, "Anonymous blogs were so last Thursday..." [Much thanks to mystupidmouth] Even though again, this coming from my head, through my arms, to my hands punching the keys on this keyboard, and information streaming into the computer... it all seems very ironic. But, it has to be said... and I am not afraid to say it.

 A good day to you all.

Not Entirely Yours,

 Incomprehensible

 I could not refrain from filling this out. I figured that it could in no way compromise my anonymity... and I so happened to be very bored. Couple that with having nothing extremely interesting to blog about... and here you have it... the product of extreme boredom.
 

Start with 100% and take away 1% for everything on this list that you've done or that has happened to you.

Smoked: 99%
Drank alcohol: 98%
Cried when someone died: 97%
Been drunk: 
Had sex: 96%
Been to a concert: 95%
Given a handjob/gotten a handjob: 94%
Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob: 93%
Been verbally sexually harassed: 92%
Verbally sexually harassed somebody: 
Felt someone up and/or been felt up: 91%
Laughed so hard something came out of your nose: 
Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before:
Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend:
Been to prom: 90%
Cried at school: 
Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store:
Went streaking:
Given a lap dance: 89%
Had someone of the opposite sex in your room: 88%
Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over: 87%
Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house: 86%
Kissed a stranger: 
Hugged a stranger: 85%
Went scuba diving: 84%
Driven a car: 83%%
Gotten an X-ray: 82%
Hit by a car: 81%
Had a party: 80%
Done drugs: 79%
Played strip poker: 78%
Got paid to strip for someone:
Ran away from home: 77%
Broken a bone: 76%
Eaten sushi: 75%
Bought porn:
Watched porn:
Made porn:
Had a crush on someone of the same sex: 
Been in love: 74%
Frenched kissed: 73%
Laughed so hard you cried: 72%
Cried yourself to sleep: 71%
Laughed yourself to sleep:
Stabbed yourself: 70%
Shot a gun: 69%
Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day: 
Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours:
Been online for 9 consecutive hours: 68%
Watched an animal die: 67%
Watched a person die: 66%
Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present: 65%
Pranked somebody: 64%
Put somebody in the hospital:
Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out: 63%
Kissed somebody of the same sex: 
Dressed "punk": 62%%
Dressed "goth": 61%
Dressed "preppy":
Been to a motocross race: 60%
Avoided somebody: 59%
Been stalked: 55%
Stalked someone:
Met a celebrity: 54%
Played an instrument: 53%
Ridden a horse: 52%
Cut yourself: 51%
Bungee jumped:
Ding dong ditched somebody: 50%
Been to a wild party: 49%
Got caught stealing something: 
Kicked a guy in the balls: 48%
Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend: 
Went out with your friend's crush: 47%
Got arrested:
Been pregnant:
Babysat: 46%
Been to another country: 45%
Started your house on fire:
Had an encounter with a ghost:
Donated your hair to cancer patients:
Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd to be asked out by: 44%
Cried over a member of the opposite sex: 43%
Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months: 42%
Sat on your ass all day: 
Eaten a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself: 41% 
Had a job: 40%
Gotten cut from a sports team:
Been called a whore: 39%
Danced like a whore: 38%
Been mistaken for a celebrity: 37%
Been in a car accident: 36%
Been told you have beautiful eyes: 35%
Been told you have beautiful hair: 34%
Raped somebody: 
Danced in the rain: 33%
Been rejected: 
Walked out of a restaurant without paying: 32% 
Punched someone/slapped someone in the face: 31%

1. Posing a problem; difficult to solve: a repair that proved more problematic than first expected.
2. Open to doubt; debatable: “if you ever get married, which seems to me extremely problematic” (Oscar Wilde).
3. Not settled; unresolved or dubious: a problematic future.

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 I see, in the near future, many problems. So, in essence... my future it self IS problematic More to follow...

1. An expression of an intention to inflict pain, injury, evil, or punishment.
2. An indication of impending danger or harm.
3. One that is regarded as a possible danger; a menace.

To threaten.

[Middle English, from Old English thrēat, oppression.]

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 Why is there an uncureable need to call in bomb threats? Once or twice is not bad, but after three or four go-arounds with having to hear those God-forsaken bells [that, sadly, no one at the High School takes seriously any more] it becomes quite annoying.

 When there is an actual bomb at the school, there will be no threats. There will be a bomb at the school, and no one will know any better... and then, when you are least expecting it... *BOOM* ... no more [fill in the blank with whatever building you believe some idiot would use a bomb on to kill a certain fraction of the student/teacher population]. If there were an actual bomb on school premises... why would the 'bomber' risk calling in a threat? If in fact the police have to come and investigate the bomb threat [which says to me, "They didn't suspect anything suspicious? Isn't that their job in the first place? Why must they investigate something that they are supposed to be keeping a close eye out for?"] and trace the phone call to see where the person called from, you have a more likely chance of being caught.

 If there was an actual bomb in existence... it would kill us all [or a fraction of us, anyway] and there would be no threat. It would happen in an instant, without warning. One minute you are walking to class, conversing with friends, and in an instant, a blink of an eye, your life is torn apart by some one that wanted to bomb the school. There will be no warning of it, you won't know. No one will, except the person that has planned it.

Not Entirely Yours,

 Incomprehensible

 Played.

Have you ever been played? Put on? Used? If you have, you really need no definition of the terms. But for those of you that are truly lucky, this is for you.

 Put on

1. Assume affectedly, pretend to, as in He put on a British accent. This idiom is sometimes put as put it on, as in He's not really asleep; he's putting it on. [Late 1600s; late 1800s]
   
2. To put someone on. Tease or mislead another, as in I don't believe you! You're putting me on. [Slang; mid-1900s]
   

Meaning #8: fool or hoax
  Synonyms: gull, dupe, slang, befool, cod, fool, take in, put one over, put one across

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 And so, as you can tell by the definition above, being 'put on' or 'played' is NOT the best feeling in the world. I have been on the receiving end of this, and I'm sure [and am NOT proud of the fact] that I have more than likely been on the giving end of that also. [I will take a moment here to make and Apology to anyone I have ever done this to...]

 Unfortunately, I know so many people that have recently been on the horrid receiving end of this action. My heart goes out to you all, for those that I know, and for those that I do not. I am sorry and I hope that everything goes in your favor from now on. My best wishes go to you.

Please do not let this cruel happening bring you down too far. There are other people out in the world, and this is a horrible cliché in most instances but it is still very true: There ARE more fish in the sea. Please also note that anyone that has decided that they have to put on a facade in order for people to like them are usually false all the way through and are not worth the precious time that we as teenagers have. High School is supposed to be the best time of our lives. Whoever first stated that may have been slightly delusional [in my opinion]. Unfortunately, High School for the majority of us is the most depressing, stressed out, and emotionally ragged time. Trying to struggle through school, 6 demanding teachers [on the average], demanding and 'hard-to-please' parents/guardians... and then the every day drama that we seem doomed to find...

 I digress...

You learn beneficial lessons in High School... believe me or not. The difference in learning and executing is the key factor. You must learn it and then apply it, or else you have not benefited from it in the least.

 Sunday morning...

 All alone this morning... sounds of families scurrying off to various chruches and whatnot. But not I. I have decided to remain a heathen today. No church for me. The last couple of days have been a trying lot, let me assure you. Nothing so massive that I cannot handle it, but tiring none the less.

 In the last several days I have witnessed many horrid things. One of which was emotional abuse... not a pretty thing to witness, or to be on the recieving end of either.

 I don't understand the state of things today. The abuse in various forms runs rampant throughout the world. America too

 So, how to start off a new blog? Should I rant? Act stupid? Should I hide under the guise of a pseudo-intelligent attitude? Or... should I just remain myself and write whatever I want; giving no regard to how it makes me appear in the eyes of others around me?

 Well, in any event, I shall abide by one rule set down by myself and for myself... the one rule of "Anonymity". For even the freedoms in this country are not entirely fond of the first amendment. Freedom of speech is almost an oxymoron in today's society. [Or in any society; past or present].

 We are not allowed to "think outside the box" In truth. We may be 'told' to do that by our superiors... but they don't really expect us to, or want us to. They want us to remain inside the box, never venturing out beyond its borders into the enigma-ridden world outside its walls of rules and guidelines.

 So in these horrid days of restrictions, dress codes, double-sided tape and other such atrocities... I will just keep some aspects of life away from the "public eye", per say.

Not Entirely Yours,

      Incomprehensible