Monday, March 19, 2007
Does anybody hate math as much as i do? Does it make you so frustrated to the point where you would like to take you calculator and burn it? Does a calculator even help you.. or does it confuse you even more? MATH IS POINTLESS! Why would we learn all this nonsence, if were never going to use it. I mean seriously. When will you ever use sin or cosin. I would rather become a bagger at Kroger my whole life, than use math to do a job. No matter how hard i try in math, i seem to get further behind. It's like Tricia trys hard, grade gets lower. Tricia understands, grade gets lower. WHAT THE HELL! The worst part is, you think that maybe you should just not try and go with the flow, and nope, my grade gets worst. THERE IS NOTHING TO DO! Math should be taken out of the school curriculum. Its not time worthy. If we didn't have math, im sure the suicide rates among teens would lower. Ok, maybe i'm exaggerating a little bit, but for real, people would be much more relaxed if their was no such thing as math! WHO EVER CREATED IT, has some issues to deal with mE!
Does anybody hate math as much as i do? Does it make you so frustrated to the point where you would like to take you calculator and burn it? Does a calculator even help you.. or does it confuse you even more? MATH IS POINTLESS! Why would we learn all this nonsence, if were never going to use it. I mean seriously. When will you ever use sin or cosin. I would rather become a bagger at Kroger my whole life, than use math to do a job. No matter how hard i try in math, i seem to get further behind. It's like Tricia trys hard, grade gets lower. Tricia understands, grade gets lower. WHAT THE HELL! The worst part is, you think that maybe you should just not try and go with the flow, and nope, my grade gets worst. THERE IS NOTHING TO DO! Math should be taken out of the school curriculum. Its not time worthy. If we didn't have math, im sure the suicide rates among teens would lower. Ok, maybe i'm exaggerating a little bit, but for real, people would be much more relaxed if their was no such thing as math! WHO EVER CREATED IT, has some issues to deal with mE!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Sonnet
LOVE WILL LAST
Our days are limited, lets make them last
In hope my time with you will feel forever
I know every day with you will fly by soo fast
Every day that passes, I won’t miss a minute, never
Till death do us part, what the priest will claim
To make this last we must keep our love from the start
If we break and lose the love, its’ us to blame
So will work things out and never be apart
With the ring upon our fingers, the symbol love
With in your heart, I will always stay
Meet you in heaven, they’ll care for me above
Even when I’m gone, I’ll be with you ever day
The time is now, that I have seen the light
On I go, I know that you will be alright
Our days are limited, lets make them last
In hope my time with you will feel forever
I know every day with you will fly by soo fast
Every day that passes, I won’t miss a minute, never
Till death do us part, what the priest will claim
To make this last we must keep our love from the start
If we break and lose the love, its’ us to blame
So will work things out and never be apart
With the ring upon our fingers, the symbol love
With in your heart, I will always stay
Meet you in heaven, they’ll care for me above
Even when I’m gone, I’ll be with you ever day
The time is now, that I have seen the light
On I go, I know that you will be alright
Sonnet
This Magic Moment Didn’t Last
Your cold lips in the morning, went away
The sweet sound of your voice lingers on by
Promised me you would not go, you would stay
Broke my heart when you left, you were a lie
You created these tears that hide within me
because your heart was warm, now it is cold
Magic moment was there, but now I see
You are all alone, with no one to hold
I walk away with a smile, not frown
You’re still on my mind, but not every day
I won’t let your heartless self bring me down
Your far from my heart, that’s how you will stay
Good bye to you, it is over and its done
A life of my own, has now just begun
Your cold lips in the morning, went away
The sweet sound of your voice lingers on by
Promised me you would not go, you would stay
Broke my heart when you left, you were a lie
You created these tears that hide within me
because your heart was warm, now it is cold
Magic moment was there, but now I see
You are all alone, with no one to hold
I walk away with a smile, not frown
You’re still on my mind, but not every day
I won’t let your heartless self bring me down
Your far from my heart, that’s how you will stay
Good bye to you, it is over and its done
A life of my own, has now just begun
Thursday, March 15, 2007
The Unknown Emotion
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
Jim Morrison
Touch. His hand becomes entangled with in mine, the shiver runs all the way up my arm and into my shoulders. It feels as if somebody is gently tickling me with the end of a feather. From there it runs all the way down my back, and back up to my shoulders. With his strong arms around me, I feel as if my chest is full of pressure. I can feel my blood rushing from the closeness of him, and my stomach becomes full of wild butterflies that seem to have just taken a hit of speed. The butterflies are trapped, and they are trying to come out. I want them out as much as they want to be let out, but there is no way to get them out. The butterflies continue to push and pound against my insides. When he whispers in my ear, the tingle runs through my body like a lightning bolt, unstoppable. After this I try to breathe normally, but my breathing increases tremendously, as well as the swarming of the butterflies. I can feel the red liquid in my veins running through my body. When he places his hand upon my face, the warmth and tenderness of his heart, cause my body temperature to increase at least 2 degrees. I can feel the moisture that was stored up within my hands, begin to seep out. My hands become sticky from the combination of my hand lotion, and the moisture.
Sight. His beautiful brown eyes stare into mine. The sparkle from his eyes blinds me from everything else in my view, but the vision of him remains intact. I can see the slight lift of his eyebrow, which tells me the story of his love for me. I watch his face transform as he begins to smile. Anything could happen around me, and I still would only be focused on him and his beauty.
Taste. When he places his lips upon mine, the taste that was previously in my mouth becomes extinct, and the tastes of his lips take over my taste buds. My taste buds surrender to the passion of his kiss. I can taste the spark of the chemistry that I and he produced. His kiss tastes like sweet apple pie that was made from the sweetest of apples. Fresh, warm, and filling, I can’t get enough.
Smell. The air around me smells of freshness, like the earth after a heavy rainfall. I can smell bits and pieces of his cologne, and they tickle my nose as each hair stands up to try to catch the smell as it passes by. His cologne must be a mixture of some sort of passion fruit, and a strong amount of pine. A scent of femininity, the passion fruit, is taken over by the strong scent of masculinity, the pine. With every inhale, my nose becomes more wanting, and needing, like a drug.
Hearing. I can hear each one of his breaths form in his lungs and exit from his mouth and nose. It gets louder, and louder, as I get closer. His breathing plays a rhythm in my ear, which becomes my favorite tune every time. When he whispers softer, the air from his mouth vibrates my ear drum in the most sensitive way, causing the tingle down my neck, and through out my entire body. His whisper puts me in a state of relaxation, as the rain on my window does late at night.
Thought. The reactions from the other five senses collide at the spinal cord which produces a spark large enough to cause a fire. The fire travels up my spinal cord as a fuse and heads straight to my brain, which acts as the bomb. When the fuse hits the bomb, the explosion causes a chain reaction of fireworks to occur. The fireworks produce a thick smoke that clouds my vision of reality and sends me to a land of fantasy. He and I run across the field of roses, hand in hand, beneath the cloudless night sky. With the moon on our backs, we run towards the unknown, that we know is our reality, but intense enough to be our fantasy. With the help of touch, sight, taste, smell, and hearing, thought, the sixth sense finally discovers one of the unknowns, love.
Jim Morrison
Touch. His hand becomes entangled with in mine, the shiver runs all the way up my arm and into my shoulders. It feels as if somebody is gently tickling me with the end of a feather. From there it runs all the way down my back, and back up to my shoulders. With his strong arms around me, I feel as if my chest is full of pressure. I can feel my blood rushing from the closeness of him, and my stomach becomes full of wild butterflies that seem to have just taken a hit of speed. The butterflies are trapped, and they are trying to come out. I want them out as much as they want to be let out, but there is no way to get them out. The butterflies continue to push and pound against my insides. When he whispers in my ear, the tingle runs through my body like a lightning bolt, unstoppable. After this I try to breathe normally, but my breathing increases tremendously, as well as the swarming of the butterflies. I can feel the red liquid in my veins running through my body. When he places his hand upon my face, the warmth and tenderness of his heart, cause my body temperature to increase at least 2 degrees. I can feel the moisture that was stored up within my hands, begin to seep out. My hands become sticky from the combination of my hand lotion, and the moisture.
Sight. His beautiful brown eyes stare into mine. The sparkle from his eyes blinds me from everything else in my view, but the vision of him remains intact. I can see the slight lift of his eyebrow, which tells me the story of his love for me. I watch his face transform as he begins to smile. Anything could happen around me, and I still would only be focused on him and his beauty.
Taste. When he places his lips upon mine, the taste that was previously in my mouth becomes extinct, and the tastes of his lips take over my taste buds. My taste buds surrender to the passion of his kiss. I can taste the spark of the chemistry that I and he produced. His kiss tastes like sweet apple pie that was made from the sweetest of apples. Fresh, warm, and filling, I can’t get enough.
Smell. The air around me smells of freshness, like the earth after a heavy rainfall. I can smell bits and pieces of his cologne, and they tickle my nose as each hair stands up to try to catch the smell as it passes by. His cologne must be a mixture of some sort of passion fruit, and a strong amount of pine. A scent of femininity, the passion fruit, is taken over by the strong scent of masculinity, the pine. With every inhale, my nose becomes more wanting, and needing, like a drug.
Hearing. I can hear each one of his breaths form in his lungs and exit from his mouth and nose. It gets louder, and louder, as I get closer. His breathing plays a rhythm in my ear, which becomes my favorite tune every time. When he whispers softer, the air from his mouth vibrates my ear drum in the most sensitive way, causing the tingle down my neck, and through out my entire body. His whisper puts me in a state of relaxation, as the rain on my window does late at night.
Thought. The reactions from the other five senses collide at the spinal cord which produces a spark large enough to cause a fire. The fire travels up my spinal cord as a fuse and heads straight to my brain, which acts as the bomb. When the fuse hits the bomb, the explosion causes a chain reaction of fireworks to occur. The fireworks produce a thick smoke that clouds my vision of reality and sends me to a land of fantasy. He and I run across the field of roses, hand in hand, beneath the cloudless night sky. With the moon on our backs, we run towards the unknown, that we know is our reality, but intense enough to be our fantasy. With the help of touch, sight, taste, smell, and hearing, thought, the sixth sense finally discovers one of the unknowns, love.
Dear My Big Sister Kelly’s Big Toes,
I really don’t understand why you want to cause my sister so much distress and pain. I mean I understand that she walks all over you sometimes, but its part of life. People walk on feet. You two big toes always seem to get in the way of my sisters pathway. You blame it on the suitcases, but maybe next time you should be more observant of your surroundings. I mean seriously, why would you grow your toenails to such lengths that they destroy things in their path? Or at least you try to destroy things in your path, but what really happens, is they tear you apart, literally. You two big toes each battled the suitcase, a year a part and lost miserably both times. It started out with you Right Big Toe; you took on that suitcase with your cockiness, and lost your own toenail. Your toenail was your only defense weapon against anything and you lost it somewhere on your battle field, or what I would like to call the carpet. As you waited for your defense weapon to grow back, you thought you would hide undercover with that red paint you placed upon yourself. I never wanted to tell you this, but you looked like a complete idiot. You stuck out like a sore thumb (not trying to compare you to your superior twin or anything) trying to blend in with your other more innocent toes. Months went on and your strength began coming back. Your defense weapon was almost done growing, and you were training for your next battle, when your good friend to the left of you decided to take on the suit case. Left Big Toe, what were you thinking? Did you not see your fellow friend Right Big Toe get destroyed by this object about 7 months back? Your stupidity continues to amaze me and humor me at times. I watch now as you turn blue, and black, and become weaker as each day passes. I wait for the day that your own toenail falls to the battlefield and I await the picture of your progress that I know my sister will be sending me. She feels as if you two inconsiderate Toes have failed her. Think about all the love she has given you from painting you, washing you, and giving you a break when you need it. She even supplies you with the most comfortable socks and shoes. Think about all the pain you have caused her in this past year. I almost forgot about the pain you caused her a couple years back when you decided to try to sprout wings. TOES CANT GROW WINGS, they can only produce ingrown toenails. I believe it was you Left Big Toe, who came up with the idea to grow wings and I do believe it was you Right Big Toe to follow your friends footsteps and try it. I remember my sister not even being able to walk after you two decided to test out your abilities. Well, you failed, and you failed miserably, again. My sister had to get your “wings’’ removed, and suffered a great deal of pain with that surgery. Once again, she was worrying about you two. She soaked you in salts and made sure you two didn’t get infected
You put my sister through a lot, and you don’t deserve to be painted or cared for ever again. I just wanted to tell you that “I know my feet” and they respect me more then anything. As for you, you need to learn to respect my sister and treat her how you would like to be treated. That is all for now, thank you for your time.
I really don’t understand why you want to cause my sister so much distress and pain. I mean I understand that she walks all over you sometimes, but its part of life. People walk on feet. You two big toes always seem to get in the way of my sisters pathway. You blame it on the suitcases, but maybe next time you should be more observant of your surroundings. I mean seriously, why would you grow your toenails to such lengths that they destroy things in their path? Or at least you try to destroy things in your path, but what really happens, is they tear you apart, literally. You two big toes each battled the suitcase, a year a part and lost miserably both times. It started out with you Right Big Toe; you took on that suitcase with your cockiness, and lost your own toenail. Your toenail was your only defense weapon against anything and you lost it somewhere on your battle field, or what I would like to call the carpet. As you waited for your defense weapon to grow back, you thought you would hide undercover with that red paint you placed upon yourself. I never wanted to tell you this, but you looked like a complete idiot. You stuck out like a sore thumb (not trying to compare you to your superior twin or anything) trying to blend in with your other more innocent toes. Months went on and your strength began coming back. Your defense weapon was almost done growing, and you were training for your next battle, when your good friend to the left of you decided to take on the suit case. Left Big Toe, what were you thinking? Did you not see your fellow friend Right Big Toe get destroyed by this object about 7 months back? Your stupidity continues to amaze me and humor me at times. I watch now as you turn blue, and black, and become weaker as each day passes. I wait for the day that your own toenail falls to the battlefield and I await the picture of your progress that I know my sister will be sending me. She feels as if you two inconsiderate Toes have failed her. Think about all the love she has given you from painting you, washing you, and giving you a break when you need it. She even supplies you with the most comfortable socks and shoes. Think about all the pain you have caused her in this past year. I almost forgot about the pain you caused her a couple years back when you decided to try to sprout wings. TOES CANT GROW WINGS, they can only produce ingrown toenails. I believe it was you Left Big Toe, who came up with the idea to grow wings and I do believe it was you Right Big Toe to follow your friends footsteps and try it. I remember my sister not even being able to walk after you two decided to test out your abilities. Well, you failed, and you failed miserably, again. My sister had to get your “wings’’ removed, and suffered a great deal of pain with that surgery. Once again, she was worrying about you two. She soaked you in salts and made sure you two didn’t get infected
You put my sister through a lot, and you don’t deserve to be painted or cared for ever again. I just wanted to tell you that “I know my feet” and they respect me more then anything. As for you, you need to learn to respect my sister and treat her how you would like to be treated. That is all for now, thank you for your time.
The boy, was beautiful. He is nineteen inches long, 7.34 pounds, brown eyes, which are destined to change, and lots of dark brown hair, that will lighten. His name is JOhnathan David, and he is absolutley adorable. My sister gave birth to Jonanthan David, on Monday morning. When i first held him in my arms, i felt a strong connection. I couldn't wait for him to grow up to play soccer with his brother, sister, and I. Being only 2 hours old when i first held him, his skin was a purpley red color. My sister was doped up on morphine, and she kept on telling every body that her head is drunk, and her body isn't. It was actually really funny. My new nephew is going to a be a cool kid, and as much as i want to keep him little, i can't wait to see what he's like when he is older.
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