Blah, Blah, Blah: Response #2

The conversations we do sometimes have with peers can be seen as pointless and superficial. It is very often that one would ask a question out of politeness without meaning or actually caring about the questioned asked. On many occasions I have asked how a person was with out really paying any attention to the response while going about my business shortly after.
Kessler is extremely honest and casual about her feelings toward the conversations that transpire between her and her peers. It is not too critical to say the conversation we sometimes have do not contain any meaning. Kessler uses the words “trite” and “gratuitous” to make a point. In this situation and for her essay these word choices prove to be very appropriate.

Green Monsters

It would most definitly please me to say that I have never been jelause of anything. Unfortunetly if I did attempt to admit to that lie my nose would be as long as the Gunderson Pool and there would be a birds nest at the end of it. Of course that is a total exageration. I truthfully can say that I don't get jealous very often. I can also say that it is mainly over two things: one being food and two being radiant hapiness. I'm not a depressed person in the least, but after having a week or two of okay days the idea of an infintily climatic day can easily seap into ones state of mind. I don't lust over other peoples' lives. I lust over the perfect idea of my own. One person's cup of tea can be another poison right? It's what I believe and the reason I don't just follow people around trying to be them. That is getting off the subject though so we can forget about that for now. Basically I just wanted to get these thoughts out of my head and onto something else. The memory of my pc can hold these thoughts for me until I have a plan. I really would just love to have more phenomal days, but I am greatful for the ones I have already had and the people that helped me make them. Those are the memories I want to keep close to my heart and mind.

I Think it's Kind of Funny...

I think it's kind of funny how the moment we reach that perfect moment of relaxation is the same moment that we feel completely bored out of our skulls. Or maybe its just me, but humans tend to want what they don't have. While having that relaxation time to yourself you are leaving out all those fun times to be had with other. I suppose it is all about balance though. Maybe one day I will have it.

Swine Flu

The effects the media has on people is amazing. The reason that sparked this thought was the many pictures of people wearing those face mask respirating things. Anyway so I have be seeing pictures like that every day when I go to My Yahoo homepage and under the picture the subtitle will say something like "is swine flu the big one?" Hearing all the hype, I decided to google swine and found that it probably won't end up being the "big one." Who knows though I guess, but unless you are living anywhere near pigs you are quite safe. And if you are like me and are thinking "what about food can you catch from that?" The answer is no apparently if you are eating properly cooked pork you will not catch and if you do that means you food was cooked incorrectly and you might be at risk so something even more serious like salmonella(I don't really know if that is more serious). Bird flu seemed much worse because it is much harder to stay away from pigeons and seagulls then a pig farm. Unless you work them I guess. Anyway this blog is starting to go off track so this shall be the last sentence.

CST's Can Suspend Time

Sometimes good things come from these test too like this poem. I really liked it and would agree that these are some decent rules to live by.

If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Obession

I know a person that we will name A that is completely crazy. Yeah sure I love A, but I always want to kick A in the shin as well. Any way A is driving me crazy and needs to get over themselves and needs to stop building their confidents on failed attempts to put people down. Well you sucks for you A because you don't effect me and you only effect those that pity you.

Post Earth Hour

So I really did do it like I went behind my dusty tv and unplugged that too. Yay me. It gave me a chance to do some major thinking I might do that once a week now. Hopefully I will follow through with that, but until then I will just continue on with my night.

Sex in the City: The Movie

It was an inspirational movie and a borderline porno. I didn't like all of it and I have never seen the show but the friendships that they made me happy. Right after seeing the movie I put on some heels(even though i have blisters), tried on my favorite dress and plotted what would be the best girls night out.
Since that will not be happening tonight I am going to watch The Wedding Date for the 6th or 7th time.
Oh and I plan on trying to participate in Earth Hour so hopefully I will be able to turn this off.

Mostly Sure

I am mostly sure that my classes will include: AP Lang, AP US History, Algebra w/ Trig, Physics, Digital Photography and Drama (as a techie). The only thing I have to think about is Leadership and wether or not i am willing to sell my sou to thatl again.

The other thing I am sure about is my poem for the poetry slam that goes a little like this (it might be tweaked though)
What is a word that goes un-responded?
Unheard by any ear nor read by any eyes.
Is it destined to float and never be understood or thought of.
Those words will always be waiting for you
Anxious and ready to tell you everything

And then...hopefully
Yet doubtfully
My every thought and feeling will pour out into
Every crevasse and plane of your soul

Until that day my doors will be shut
The keys lost
And my mind swimming in denial

For now my words can accept their fate
And will continue to waiting
For their happily ever after.

Decisions

Okay so this week I guess we will be choosing our classes and I am on the fence on a lot of things. I am still thinking about the AP Lang class. I think I want to do it though so I can improve my writing because personally I think it could use some work. I ramble in my every day kind of talk and it comes through in my writing as well (unfortunately). Then there is the decision concerning AP Bio because my original plan was to take than for my science course after taking physics this summer at Evergreen community college along with a class in basic film photography. I think my parents think I could potentially become suicidal (there was a little incident before that had nothing to do with hurting myself by the way) so they are super weary about letting me take all APs. Oh well I just have to think it over a little bit more hopefully I will be happy with my final choices. I really don't want to make any choices that I would regret. In a way it doesn't really matter because I am not really planning on using any of this stuff later on well some of it like AP Lang and this it is always good to know about our past. AP Bio on the other hand is not very important in the world of photography unless I was trying to take a picture of some awesome reaction that used nitrogen. Maybe then, but hmph I really don't know. Sooner or later I will be faced to make a decision about my not far away future but for now finishing this blog and a few other assignments are my only current aspirations.

Gluttony is a Sin

Okay so whenever I get bored I surf the web normally to find good music but today I choose to mix it up and watch some Albino Black Sheep videos. There was this one about an apple which made me laugh and for some reason made me think of Nico(conut) which mad me crack  up even more. Okay but that is not what I was originally going to tell you. Originally I was going to say watch this video and how it represents some type of truth. When is to much? Should we stop while we are ahead? In this clip the answer to that is yes. Oh and you should watch this one too:(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTsoYpzYA4I) just because. It makes me crack up beyond what it should.

The Beauty of a Moving Tree

The beauty of a moving tree is so immense that I cannot fully describe seeing on makes me feel. Especially when they are big and you can see the separate brushes of branches moving together in an awkward way that goes completely right because that is nature's will. If you do not feel the same way then I would suggest you look at one for around five minutes so you can. Even the maple blossoms that line the streets. On Sunday on my way back from church they petals were flowing in the wind like it was solid precipitation. So beautiful I wish I had a branch right now so I could shake all about my bed. That way when I take my nap they will come with me and follow my every movement like a restless and gorgeous shadow. Unfortunately though I do not have a branch and I wouldn't cut one off just to fulfill my fanciful dreams and without the branch I still have the need to sleep so avoir.

What I Wish for

I like to turn my wants into wishes I don't believe that it will come true and maybe that is my problem, but my beliefs are beside the point here. Because right now I want to jump out of my one story window so I can play in the rain and mud. For now though I will continue to replay the events of last night, this morning, and the days to come. I have a lot of stuff that I need to be doing right now this technically being one of them. I am so worried about things that I have caused. I wish I could have a pause button that I could just press for certain parts of my life. Kookookachoo, I am going to go do something a little more productive as in... planning for a potentially fun weekend or at least I am hoping that it will be like that.

Raindrops Keep Falling...

Those drops of collected dew drops (say that ten times fast) really are falling not on my head though since I have trying to stay out of rain because once again I became sick with fever, chills, horrible aches, and a desperate need for drugs. So while I was chilling with my buddies Tylonal, Advil and sometimes Ibeprofen I would stop everything to listen to the natural rythmes of the rain hiting my window. I love the rain mainly because it does wonders for my backyard. I am one of those people that don't stop using their imagination and I admit to thinking up belies of little people like in the movie Author and the Invisibles. Anyway my faja just came home with some grapes so I am going to go get them and help him with the groceries so have a nice night. Oh and by the way there might be lighting again to night.
Okay I am back after deciding that I was not done anyway... back to the little people thing I was serious about that. Not in a way where I believe they are there but i Think about it a sense where I could imgaine imagining that they are. It would be cool I think well only if there were the nice kind unlike the ones in the Spiderwick Chronicles(reffering to the books not the movie {the movie was more the disapointing but expected to be less than pleasing anyway}). Okay so moving away from the little people thing I love puddles. I personally don't enjoy splashing in them but I love finding the huge wholes full of water and mud so I can stick my feet in them to see how far they go. I almost slipped into one today it was beyond deep and then there was another that some how didn't have any water in it too. I lost my shoe in that one. It was funny and I lauged a little bit out loud. Okay well I am going to jet and watch the United States of Tara. So this time good bye for real for now anyway bum bum bum.

(none)

swallow it
swallow the pride you felt when you learned you were right
the hateful words sitting on the edge of your tongue
swallow it all
everything negative and unwanted
and then and only then can you release every good and positive thought within your every limb and sector of your soul
until that quintessentiall moment you will never be free in thought and feeling

you'll never know how is supposed to be 

your mind will stay clouded until you expand without retreating to a blanket of comfort

one day though

we might all see the error in the way we live life

but until that day we can all drift together in this mist of faiths and emotions

I want to have the perfect conversation with a best friend or even someone that I haven't met before. Learning about someone... well about people is the best I can do when it comes to finding some kind of enjoyment within the walls of life. 

Eh I am not feeling this blog anymore so je suis aller to stop with that et continuez watching the Jour de Valentine special on current tv so bon soir.

Oh and I just changed the playlist on my page so listen up if you are in the mood.

Possibly, Maybe, Wouldn't Doubt It

The smallest things make me happy
The smallest things that should make me happy make me irritated
And all these little things make me mad

I wish that was how everything really was, but it is not. Small things really do make me happy though, but only if my mind was set on it. Say I really want to meet someone and then I meet a person that would increase my mood intensely.
One word that I have been hearing a lot lately is the word indifferent and i think I have been showing this trait a lot lately. I wish I could just speak my mind more often instead of just having little conversations in my head. Not the ones where I answer my self but ones where I answer others. One thing that i have continue to show to myself is that I really don't care what people think and that makes me happy. Without these shallow thoughts filling my head I have become more observant. There are a few people that I have been paying close attention to that just seem so desperate for something. If you stop for a few seconds you can see when someone is trying socially. Obsession, over compensation, and striving to be noticed. I don't really care about any of this I feel quite "indifferent" about a lot of things that I talk about. So I just stop talking.

tainted

i feel tainted 

not tainted in the sense that i have been hanging out with micheal phelps 

or in a way where i have stopped caring about capitalising i's

or using periods

but in a way that allows me to want to jump out a window that so i could be reminded that i am alive

that is a lie

i cannot even fall backward on my bed

i like the blogs i write in my head more they make me sound more tolerable

i have things to do

and this is mostly just a glorious act of procrastination

it might work 

most likely not

This Isn't Torture

What is a word that goes unresponded?

Unheard by any ear nor read by any eyes.

It's destined to float and never be understood or thought of.

Those words will go unknown and be added upon continuously.

They will always be waiting for you in back of my closet.

Anxiously ready to tell you  everything.

I have learned a thousands the honesty is the right, but still even now I choose to keep my secrets. Every now and then one will slip. However that is only every now and then. The rest the time my doors stay shut to everyone. I wish I could a person that I will never have to face again. So I can tell every deed, feeling, thought, a moment that has flown out of body and into that the closet that I love so dearly for existing. 

It cannot just anyone though. Because want know things for the sake of knowing things. Other want to know things because they you think want them to know things. Maybe I think this because that is who I am. Maybe not.. I should be cleaning my room right and putting things in my real closet. Even if I did meet that perfect person that fit every criteria I probably still wouldn't tell them everything.

I hope I get to see Coraline tomorrow I read the book today. It had a lot of insight and theories of people. I like books like that. The kind that make you think even after you have finished. It's the type of book that I could go back and read again. Actually that's is  a lie (probably) I can never read books twice not even the ones written by Rick Moody. That's is life though or at least a small part of mine. 

I was going to right some more but I should stop before that closet opens again. Might be time to fix that door. Or maybe let some of it come out before it all pours out. I haven't cried in while. Well in a week I think. If only general sadness could make me cry... ope nothing.

meow... 

...

You depress me

I hate you

Don't look at me anymore

Never share your opinion

...

You're my heaven

I love you anyway

Peer into my soul

Never leave me

...

I will never tell you any of this 

^_^ yep

Really?

My mind is basically a pile of mush right now so I cannot really say if I learned this today or yesterday, but I do know that I learned it on Current TV. 

What I thought: The United States helped out the most during World War II.

What I learned: The Soviet Union relieved the most concentration camps.

What I was surprised to find: The most Neo-Nazis can be found within Russia.

I was really was shocked to see this. Seeing it also made me beyond scared to go to Russia. I really can't even describe it right so I suggest watching this video. It scenically makes me sad that people are still dong this kind of stuff. Was there ever a time where there was a war? I was watching this other pod on Israeli and Arabic comedians and one of them was wearing this shirt that said "Fighting for peace is like f...ing for virginity" and whoever made that shirt was right because it really is like a oxy moron. I world without weapons would be amazing. Because without the fear of danger there wouldn't be the need for a false sense of protection. That will never happen though and I am rambling a again so watch the video and think a little.

Watch Me <---

The New Plan

Short Term Plan:

• Destroy the Mr. Men show and other terrible children shows like it. What ever happened to the shows like Tom and Jerry.
  
• Find something to get rid or my headache/backache.
• Make sure I don't have meningitis because my parents have been freaking me out.
• Find out where Coraline is being shown near me.

Long Term Plan:

• Go to college at the London School of Communication and major in photography.
• Survive
• Survive
• Survive

Santeria

Anyone who has heard that song will know what I am about to talk about right... now. Okay so that song is beyond awesome and it is the type of song that forces you to sing and dance no matter where you are. I would totally have someone play that song at my funeral because I want to follow my Grandma Dee's example with that. She isn't dead by the way but she has this supper elaborate plan for her funeral. Like she want an absurd amount of roses, to be dressed up really nice and my favorite to have the song 1999 by Prince to be play. I love my Grandma Dee she is the the wig wearing boyfriend having type of super sweet grandma. I love it and my other Grandma too. He last boyfriend road motorcycles and there is the cutest picture of them. I don't think she is with him anymore though so no more motorcycle rides I guess. Anyway that song and songs like it are awesome. Sublime's other songs are good too like Date Rape. Truly hilarious even though it shouldn't be but he got what he deserved I think power to that girl though. Doin' Time and Rivers of Babylon are good too. Well I am going to continue listening to his songs and then start writhing my essay on why colonization is good. I am trying to get into that mind frame first though. Ehhh wish me luck.... Au Revior.

Kyle larson

Okay so I am not going to get into the whole story about this guy because I don't really know the story about him. Anyway my only knowledge of this Kyle Larson is he had a little tiff with some other person and his name sounds completely made up. This has been making me laugh since lunch. I really just cannot comprehend the fact that this person is real. I still have my doubts though I want to see this fellow before I can say that he is. Man oh man should I be a sleep right now. Lets just blame it on Kyle Larson and call it a night. Hopefully I will see you tomorrow young sir.

Seriously though does anyone know who he is?

Facts:

- Gunderson student

- Junior

- Sick at the moment

- Had a secret that has been exposed ( I won't re-expose it)

I like the Taste of Tasty Cakes!

 This tis the absolute perfect song because like Jackie Jackson I like the taste of tasty cakes too, but instead of me exploding I want to make the rest of the world explode. Muhhahaha!! I am pretty sure that I am suffering extreme sleep deprivation right now and mix that in with some weirdo music then you have one person just having a lot of fun by them selves. I guess it's a good thing that I can still make my self happy then. Well now the song is on something way less up beat good thing that I can simply type in Dr. Demento so I can be taken away by his song Funny Song and then take the mood down with a little Clash, Jeffery Airplane and Q Lazarus while my "happy" candle burns the scent of frosting like sweetness into my room. 

Bon soir happy listening.

The Big Lotion Commotion

The fact that teachers cannot chose their substitutes is a terrible truth. Because it really does suck when you get someone way worst that your teacher or when your teacher is awesome and you just have to get the crankiest replacement they can find. Today was one of those days where we hand the cranky temp. It started off bad and ended pretty bad to since I didn't finish my packet. She gave me to much to talk about which didn't help me improve upon the fact that I really didn't want to do it in the first place. The Norwegian Princess Bad and my sass master were not helping me out either. Aw yes, and I had my lotion taken away as well. Growing up older people are always trying to get children to share, but sharing in high school creates to much of a distraction. (Be prepared for a somewhat uncalled for and disrespectful comment) Is it really the students fault if moving objects distract a teacher. I could understand if I threw the thing all the way across the room right in front of her face though, but that isn't at all what was happening. I hadn't even noticed that it was being passed around to more that just two people. We were hardly talking as well. I love the substitutes that just hand out the papers and just at the desk doing whatever they have time to do. If only every temporary teacher could be like Ms. Chicha, the Hello Kitty man, Mr. Knight, or Mr. Thompson's friend. Those were good subs  that were not creepy they helped if you ASKED and did not go through long explanations of things that we have been doing since the sixth grade. It is really unfortunate when you are subjected to other's frustrations. All this really did was make me laugh and make my appreciation for Mr. Thompson grow ten times for today.

Thank you for being a superb teacher Mr. Thompson you are sincerely appreciated by this young lady right here even though you used my name as the subject of the last hot seat, but all is forgiven as long as you don't leave us often.

Stoichometry and Music

Well Stoichometry sucks and I suck at it, but at least I have a few things that I don't suck at like baking treats with lots of love and my taste in music. Well those are both very bias talents but my tastes and ears are the only things that really matter there. And right now I am grooving to to my current favorites (see right column) Junkie XL. I know there are a lot of songs on that play list so I would suggest at least listening to Mad Presuit (very zoney), Clash(minimal lyrics), Zerotime, Cities in the Dust (good sound to it) and/or Melange. Whatever you have time for really and this is where my blog comes to an end because the smell of freshly popped popcorn is taunting me so au revior. Happy listening to whatever music please you tonight or any other time really.

Okay so first I was only suggesting one song and I keep coming back and adding more. You cannot stop from being addicted to good music its addiction is worth than nicotine. Speaking of nicotine who sings that song Nicotine & Gravy? No real need to answer that because that is what google is for.

My Prediction

Because my mental powers are absolutely astonishing I am predicting that this weekend will hold time to myself a long with a possible visit from a friend, a few text messages, sneezes, a sad dog in my garage, and some really good music ( thanks to Mr. Thompson and whoever was playing that song called Blister in the Sun by the Violent Femmes). I have been listening to them since 4:30 maybe... I am not completely sure, but I am remembering them and liking the memories. I am hoping that there will be some frozen yogurt in my future I still haven't been to that new place in Main Street yet called Sweet Sundays. I keep hearing something about toppings or something either way some frozen yogurt and a tasty sandwich from Camille's would go nicely or some chicken nachos from Unamas. I'm not sure that I spelled that right, but whatever it tis the food and not the name that matters in the long run. Although I wouldn't just go into some place called dump truck. Well I probably would, but without any intentions to eat there. Okay so this one song is making me sleepy so I am going to stop typing now and listen to these depressing, yet soothing words. Choa!

Okay No

I didn't ditch or do that other thing I really was just not feeling good so I just didn't go to school. Instead I didn't leave my room until around five most likely. All I did literally was sleep, sweat, droll, and blow my nose. Doesn't that make me sound so attractive. Anywho I hope tomorrow will be good and I wish I had a button so I could fast forward to January 29th through 31st and then to February 6th. I really want to see the Caroline movie it looks very appealing and it definitely looks like something that should be seen in the theaters. Le bon travail Tim Burton.

Ugh...

First off I think I am abusing the fact that I have been abusing the fact that I have a public audience and I haven't really been returning the favor when it comes to expressing my feeling of other blogs.

Prepare yourself starting NOW...
Okay so I feel like I have major(ly) second guessing myself when it comes to everything and I mean everything. It is very depressing and I might be making myself sick mentally which might been affecting my physically health. As I am typing just thinking about my crap of a day today I am getting a headache and starting to tear up. I wish all these feelings could just go where the sun never shines. I really don't know what I want though well somethings I do, but... ugh ( 'o' ) I guess that tittle was quite appropriate. Anywho... yeah so you know that whole contemplation about seeing a counsular( rehtorical question. sorry about the question mark then I guess...)? Okay so I really want to do but I really really hate crying in front of people I think it is the looks I get like after the fact its okay... sort off like if you asked me straight up I would tell you, but I wouldn't just come out and say anything. Well accept for now. I HAD A MENTAL BREAK DOWN TODAY AND CRIED IN A BATHROOM STALL. Yep that was confession and it was kind of funny though because today someone was telling me that they had one yesterday. Mine wasn't nearlly as bad though thank something, but. Okay so I am crying again and I just feel so fake right now. I am annoying the hell out of myself right now too like rawr. Maybe it's because T.O.M. is over this week. *Gigantic sigh with a tear* this is not at all productive I need to look at a face right now. A face I know. A face that I am comfortable with. I want Lorreta. I want my toothpaste. I need something...

I am going to cry the rest of it out now so there wont be any repeats tomorrow.
I wish I had a fever so I wouldn't have to come to school tomorrow that isn't even the tip of m desperation for isolation.
I think I somehow just made myself even more depressed, but I found my answer... I'm not happy (unfortunately).

La fichue vie… vous avez mentie à moi.

About me being fake... I would rather not say that so lets just call it denial, which really doesn't sound any better but I am lying to myself everyone else sees what they want to see or just what I am showing them.

J'ai un mal de tête maintenant.

I have been doing so well to hide my true feelings since the middle of the eighth grade, but I think that my mind is just getting fet up with itself. I think think they midgt be throwing things at each other right now I just want to go t o sleep a deep long sleep or start living a life like Coraline before it goes bad. *BIGGER rawr* I feel like I am trying so hard, but I really don't know what I am trying for. What is waiting for me? I might be struggling against this wall that doesn't exist and because its not real there is nothing... woah. That didn't make any sense, so I am sorry or well not really because it kind of did its own way. I need to stop, but I don't want to. I wish I had the ability to ditch... or I could just go back to what I did in the fifth grade where I would make myself throw up in the morning so I could gain enogugh sympathy from my so I wouldn't have to go to school. I need to gage my desperation/ self pity meter.

I wish I was religious so I could have a god to cry out to.

During the Moment

Okay so i have come up with a blog concept and i will do it some time in the pm tomorrow so for now trust the fact that it will be done. bon soir et... sorry for the non caps i am laying down and using two fingers to type and my thumb for the space bar. cela ne fonctionne pas *sigh*.

Happy Birthday Powerpuff Girls

So today is the 10th anniversary for the Powerpuff Girls cartoon. My plan today is watcth the top 10 episodes with all of the weird villains that are on there. It is so weird to re-watch the shows that were on when I was a kid because I am looking at this and wonder what a I thought about all this when I was younger. Random note: I am happy that I can type without looking at the laptop screen because it makes it so much easier for me to multitask between enjoying my childhood and writing this blog. Thanks for teaching me how to type when I was in the sixth grade Mr. Nadey even though you kind of freaked me out back in the day. Okay so anyway the Powerpuff Girls taught me a lot like how boys don't have cooties and neither do we, cross dresser are part of the norm, its okay to have crushes as long as the are not the ones that use you, girls are just as tough if not tougher than boys and that you should love and protect everyone... oh and that to much candy is bad for you. This show is extremely weird and I love that they had a cross dresser as the evilest villain besides the Boogie Man. HIM was scary though like "it" would have this really creepy, light and echoey voice until he got mad and then it would be extremely deep. Fuzzy Lumpkins was freaky too in a cute and crazy kind of way but I think that I like the Amebo brothers best. I just have a special place in my heart for stupid cartoon characters; like Ed from the Lion King. The episode where Fuzzy Lumpkins becomes mayor is creepy too because he makes the already sexed up secretary named Ms. Bellem wear Daisy dukes and a busty crop top too. Did they ever show her face in any of the episodes? I think they were going to, but it was actually Seducesa dressing like Ms. Bellem. Anyway I love this show and sorry Mojo Jojo for not mentioning you I know that you are quite the evil genius. Oh and apparently they are making a new episode which is kind of disappointing I wouldn't mind just watching re-runs you know?

Falling Positively

Just about everything in my life is falling into to place there are a few missing pices to the puzzle but I plan on geting those back soon. I had a great time today that wasnt spoiled by anything and i learnd that honesty really is the way to go and that my parents are way more "chill" than i thought. I also got to get a lot of things off my chest and helped a few others as well. Life is good. BONJOUR LA VIE JE T'AIME BEAUCOUP!!!

Coudie Catcher

Making coudie catchers is the only fun thing for me today in Mr. Jacob's class most of the time. And that was exactly what I did again today only I used that paper that I was talking about in some other blog... but i really think that it is going to make it even better when it comes to looks but I must admit that it will probably be a little hard to read later. I have a lot on my mind and I haven't laughed full heartedly in a long time. I want to have a really huge laugh that brings me to tears. Normally I find these huge "har hars" to e very embarrassing, but right now it is exactly what I need.

Okay so as I speak my twenty-nine year old teacher/grown child named Mr. Thompson is going around messing with people's laptops just because he has a little remote. I was a target a few minutes ago and I could have sworn that I just killed my laptop so how. I'm pretty sure that Mr. Thompson is deeply in touch with his inner child.

Oh and this is just a little something something that could be a reminder to some and something new to others. This was a poem that Mr. Thompson wrote last year.

"My Name is Mr. Thompson
And a like to writes prompts on
The board"

Première Passion (1st Love)

I’m in love with the perfect moments that occur in my life. It is not often that we have something that can be seen as perfect in our own eyes, but when ever that moment does come it will always be remembered as vividly as the day it occurred. One deepest parts of my heart is saved for my best friend the toothpaste for my toothbrush. I met her on the first day of kindergarten when all of the new students were standing the blacktop with our parents. I stood there mesmerizing the playground that I would soon be able to play on, but at that moment I was being pressured to make some new friends. One thing I that I should let you know about me is when I was growing up I was like a “cat” that would clench on to my parents and hide my face from all the eyes that were trying to look at me. It seemed like whenever I was around them I didn't want anyone else. This little girl messed all that up for me when she cam bouncing down to where I was standing with my parents. Once she reached me she gave me a sincere and innocent salutations along with a request for me to be her friend. I don’t know what happened in my brain at that moment but whatever that feeling was caused stares and worried looks from the people surrounding us. After say “hello” and asking if I would be her friend water began to flow out of my eyes which caused the same to happen to her. Without really know the problem my parents and hers were trying to console us while trying to find out why we had started to cry. Both of our tears had stopped abruptly then and confused looks washed away all the feelings of sadness. Later on we decided that the reasons should be that her over excitedness scared me and that my tears made her cry our her guilt. We have stuck with that story for a while now, but I don’t think that we will ever know the real reason of those tears. By the end of that day we did end up becoming friends strangely enough.
Throughout our eleven years of friendship we have only one fight that also took place in kindergarten within the walls of that beautiful playground. The fight was simple and not all complicated when you get down to it was beyond the point of being moronic when I look back on it now. The dispute was over a game of tag or hide-n-go-seek. It was a game that included catching and running. There were five of us playing the game: me, Amanda, Hannah, Sarah, and Adam. Four of us decided to make it really hard for Amanda when it was her time to chase up somehow it came down to her being really frustrated enough so to make her begin to cry and our plan was blamed mainly on me because “I wasn’t being a good friend,” which Ms. Russnacks take on the situation. From this moment it seemed that one of us couldn’t cry without causing the other to cry as well because as if we were sharing the same feelings of sadness I started to tear up. Our conflict was resolved within the fifteen minutes of our playtime and that was also the day that I learned that she didn't like hugs.
I don’t think I was able to give her a hug until late in the sixth grade after finding out that she wouldn’t be going to Bret Harte anymore after that year. Life had prepared us for that moment of separation because even though we went to same elementary school together for all six years we had only had been in the same class for the first two. I think that was when I knew that this would be an everlasting friendship because even after not seeing her face to face for months as soon as we saw each other we would act like we had seen each other only moments before.
I will always love and cherish every moment that we have together including the times when I tore my pants walking to her house, the movies we have seen, the Twilight party, the first time we met, the graduations, the lame dances... saying that I love her doesn’t cover my feeling that I have for her and I hate to use hackneyed phrases to express my feelings for her so will end this by saying once again that she is my toothpaste for my toothbrush, the sun for my dial and the heaven for my tormented earth. Amanda is a whole lot of something if not my everything.

A Word in Progress

What about me?
Was I hard to figure out
or did you know you'd get it without a doubt?
Well I am sorry for the strain I caused
but do you know the mental pain you've caused?
How many times I was found frutstrated at thought that you hated...
me.
I didn't know think then, but I do now.
Unfortunately though that future doesn't include you.
But don't worry you know because one day you will grow

Inspiration was what you were to me
Sadly not what you are to me.


I just got the need to express myself in a better way than complaining to my sister. This made me feel a little special.

To be continued...

Okay so I have this paper that I have covered with two huge paragraphs about a dream I had and a question I had. I might not post it next week either though... because most of my thoughts are kept to myself and are only shared with one pair of ears. I'm still thinking about it though, but I might just see a consular. I love how I am perfectly okay with saying that, but don't be surprised if this blog ends up being taken down. I am currently transitioning into a better place right now and I have achieved physically and almost mentally too, which is why I am going to try and find time to see the consular for some advice. I would ask a teacher or a friend, but I really don't like the thought of someone trying to figure me out and I only get that thought when I am seeing those people. I do have a question to ask now though. When you see me in the halls do I look happy? I just wanted to know because I think people show there true feeling when they don't think people are looking. I think I am happy though, but I think a lot when I am walking from class to class so could you look at my expression for me please. Try to see me when the hall isn't crowded and not during lunch this week either because I probably wont be all that peppy to be giving up my lunch to sell tickets for winter ball.

BUY YOUR TICKETS please.

That Perfect Thing

I love it when I can find that perfect thing because it cannot always be found. During this break I found the perfect thriller movies from the United Kingdom where the women were very empowering unlike the movies I usually see where they have the type of girls that fall and wait for someone to pick them up. I now have the perfect shade of nail polish called Lilac Freeze which is very appropriate because it looks like the color that my finger tips get when they get cold and the new shade of lip gloss called Eva I got from Bare Escentuals. I found out that I am perfectly okay when people talk around me in languages that I cannot understand and the perfect blend of fish sauce combined with Vietnamese rice flour things so that it becomes deliciously spicy. Unfortunately I haven't been able to turn into that perfect person though. I have failed to be there for some people when I should have been. I have always known that people cannot be perfect so I am satisfied that I can at least surround myself with simple, yet perfect things.