tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52361809570697566102024-03-05T02:43:16.694-08:00WHAT DO I WANT FOR MYSELF?? My titles says What do i want for myself?? think about what that means to your self. i have grown up with that quote in my home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-4384409760548396332012-12-16T20:41:00.000-08:002012-12-16T20:41:00.551-08:00Girls<h1 class="subject">
Girls are so confusing. can maybe a girl help me figure this one out?</h1>
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Theres this girl i really like we are both around the age of 17. well when we first starting hanging out she would text me every hour of everyday. Then we started to hang out a lot and she doesn't text me nearly as much I'm lucky to get a text from her a day i have to text her first now. <br />i have thought about it and at first i thought maybe she doesn't like me as much as she use to or she is interested in another guy or something. but when i thought about it more when we hang out she gets more teasing and flirts a lot more. I'm getting the vibe she likes me when we are in person but not so much over the phone.<br />i guess the question is why would she go from texting me all the time to barely texting? while all at the same time she acts like she likes me more then a friend when we are together?</div>
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hahahaha wow this is so classic immature high school.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-77507600769456429912012-12-16T20:36:00.000-08:002012-12-16T20:36:07.769-08:00Paris<h3>
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This is the Defintion of paris. when you normally think of Paris thats probably what you think of. For all I know paris is just an image that someone made up. Ive never seen it before, so how do i really know its there? Made someone used photoshop to get create what it looks like on google earth. Some day I will go and findout for myself. </div>
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This year I have learned a lot in this class. I never really wrote in my journal before, but now that I have i realized that its the best way for me to vent what Im thinking about and cant say..</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-17255920748497492762012-12-05T15:34:00.001-08:002012-12-05T15:35:03.574-08:00Physically and Mentally drained. For the pasted couple of days I have been fighting a sore throat and stuffed nose. Not like the simple stuff that barley effects you, but hits hard. As I am writing, I can barley keep my eyes open, my thinking is clouded, I cant breath through my nose, I keep coughing. Being sick completely drains you of all the will to do things. I wonder how long Ill be sick for...? It knowing that tomorrow your going to be getting even worse or you ll be slowly getting better. I have to say though, the thing I'm extremely thankful for is yeah I have a cough, but its not painful to swallow...(Knock on wood...) <br />
I know being sick is just a humbling thing to help you appreciate being well. I am thankful to be able to be humbled, but Ill sure be happy when this sickness goes away. Think how crazy it would be if people never got sick... I wonder what would happen to the world?? I know its this way for a reason, but it would be interesting to see what would happen... Well I'm looking forward to go to bed... Goodbye now.. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-26159957309704059012012-12-05T15:25:00.001-08:002012-12-05T15:25:50.071-08:00Farmers Daughter<div style="text-align: center;">
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<!-- start of lyrics -->Well I heard he needed some help on the farm <br />
Somebody with a truck and two strong arms <br />
Not scared of dirt and willin' to work <br />
till the sun goes down <br />
So I pulled up and said I'm your man <br />
I could start right now and we shook hands <br />
He said the fence needs fixin', <br />
the peaches need pickin' <br />
And the cows need bringin round <br />
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I was haulin hay, I was feedin the hogs <br />
and that summer sun had me sweatin like a dog <br />
So I cooled off in the creek <br />
then it was back to work in the daggum heat <br />
I was cussin' out loud, thinkin bout quitin' <br />
Lookin' back now I'm sure glad I didn't <br />
Cuz just when I thought it couldn't get no hotter <br />
I caught glimpse of the farmer's daughter <br />
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She was just gettin' home from Panama city <br />
she was all tanned up and my kinda pretty <br />
When her eyes met mine <br />
I was thinkin that I would sure love my job <br />
as the days got shorter our talks got longer <br />
the kisses got sweeter and the feelings got stronger <br />
so we'd hop in the truck and get all tagled up <br />
every chance we got <br />
we were down by the river all night long <br />
when the sun came up I was sneakin' her home <br />
and draggin my butt to work <br />
with the smell of her perfume on my shirt <br />
I'd be on the tractor she'd be on my mind <br />
with that sun beatin' down on this back of mine <br />
Just when I thought it couldnt get no hotter <br />
I fell in love with the farmer's daughter <br />
we got married last spring <br />
Woah and there ain't no better life for me <br />
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I'm still haulin' hay and feedin' the hogs <br />
and that summer sun has me sweatin' like a dog <br />
so I cool off in the creek <br />
and she brings me outta glass of sweet ice tea <br />
I'm on the tractor and shes on my mind <br />
and I can't wait till its quitin' time <br />
and just when I think it can't get no hotter <br />
I come home to the farmer's daughter <br />
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The reason why I like this song/poem so much? I like this song because life seems so simple in it. It just makes you hope that there is everything good in the world and no bad. I know that there are terrible things going on in the world, I know that for fact. I just love listening to songs that say, "Life is good, and things happen to good people." I guess I just yearn for the time where my life is a country song.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-72474398808554173732012-12-04T06:24:00.002-08:002012-12-04T06:24:40.024-08:00pics i find on my computer...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1-?? sure (laughishly)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-67285239001227641142012-11-19T20:56:00.001-08:002012-11-19T20:56:12.870-08:0050 sad chairs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-63857461988026414232012-11-15T20:57:00.001-08:002012-11-15T20:57:33.804-08:00Retail So I never realised how fun retail can be till today. Today was my first day working at a retail store. We sell pants.... Lots of pants... We are a pants store... anyway, It was really interesting to me how much of a game it was to me. It felt like a game and your goal was to sell as much things in your store as you are able to. TODAY I WON THIS GAME.... :D I sold the most Items out of our crew, or team, or what ever you call it. It felt pretty good every time I made a sell that benefited our team. I dint work off of commission, but its still feels good selling the most Items..<br />
I am so glad that I am decent at this job. I know that I have a lot to learn and need to get way better, but it felt good being able to do well and have my managers notice. I just hope that if I do really well, that my friends who work with me dont get angry or upset with me. Thats something that I am actually pretty nervous about..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-88257963549882223872012-11-15T20:51:00.001-08:002012-11-15T20:51:17.871-08:00How to FOLD a pair of Levis Jeans.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-30634380476004118462012-11-05T07:59:00.001-08:002012-11-05T07:59:05.855-08:00Remembering<strong>"Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)"<br /></strong><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-81019194138185308732012-11-05T07:58:00.001-08:002012-11-05T07:58:33.048-08:00I Remember<div align="center">
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I Remember the day when I got candy for going tho the bathroom.</div>
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I Remember how awkward the kiss was.</div>
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I Remember how I used to lay over the vent in my room and put a blanket over me to trap the heat, so that i was warm for the night.</div>
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I Remember that moon lit ride that scared me because i didnt have a light on my dirtbike and i had a light in my mouth.</div>
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I remember thinking pulling the clutch in on my bike, reving the engine to scare away things that could hurt me. </div>
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I remember that girl who made fun of me because my size. </div>
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I remember that first Mt. Dew that i drank.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-74874848185410521172012-10-27T21:06:00.000-07:002012-10-27T21:06:04.121-07:00??? I don't understand why the heck I am sad all the time. Most the time I am depressed. Like tonight is Saturday night and I have texted people in my phone to see if they want to hang out and I got rejected by ever one of them. this exact same thing happened yesterday on Friday night. what the hell is so wrong with me that I don't have friends and cant make them. I try to be a happy person who people could like but it just doesn't happen.<br />
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At the same time I don't want to put what my thought are on this blog because Mr. Nelson could be reading what is on my mind.... I'm not sure if that a good thing or bad thing. For all I know he only reads the ones that he thinks is interesting. He doesn't want to read about a kid who is depressed and feels alone. He probably wants to read about happy Indie blogs, at least that's what John Reeder says. I don't know what to do anymore.<br />
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I have a 3.8 GPA and freaking 18 on my ACT. like freak!!! John Reeder got a 27 on the ACT and he doesn't seem like he cares about school maybe he does. hes a good kid and probably just hides it but maybe he studied like crazy to get that for all I know. but i got a freaking 18 school and going to college means everything to me to be able to to support my family and future kids and wife. I want to be able to be the dad that mine was never around to be. but I will fail if I cant get into to college. <br />
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I watch all these kid inside of the school of lone peak. there is about 2200 students at this school and yet me one of the 2200 feels so alone and an outsider. what am i an Allen. do i have weird creepy antennas sticking out of my head?? do i have green skin. do i have an abnormal head. whats wrong with me? what do I need to do to help myself be better, what do i need to do to make friends. what do i need to do to be the cool kid in school? the kid that everyone loves and talks to and hangs out with. <br />
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I come from a family that was taught to hide your feelings that you arent supposed to talk about them that its a bad thing. that your a cry baby. i am the youngest in my family and i have 4 older brothers who teased the crap out of me. when did the phrase " sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me." get so much fame? that phrase is complete bull! i would rather be beat with rocks and sticks then be attacked by words. words hurt and you can defend your self from the pain.<br />
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blahh blahh blahh i bets thats all your thinking if you actually read through this. your probably thinking some people have it worse off so stop feeling bad for your self. well when do i get any simpathy for how much my life sucks and how much i struggle? i understand that people have it worse off then i do, but im actually out telling people saying " HEY SOMETHINGS WRONG" i want someone to vent on and have them help me through my struggles because to them they know i would do the same for them.<br />
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AM I A TOURIST....???? PROBABLY BUT HEY I TRIED...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-9833369739449890622012-10-27T20:44:00.001-07:002012-10-27T20:44:21.513-07:00One Word Done tire alone troubled stress sad pity gloomy depressed angry scared mad happy crazy why annoyed friends nonexistent love wife family home bored no one pondering eyes pain twitch cant open iPhone ipod ihome ilife irelationship simple easy perfect steep jug water thirsty mega pixels screen color technology advance brick door blinds table fish punch lip reading save understanding crazy nerd stupid act stress win football lone peak knights blessings wrong bracelet pen pencil pen state pentagon blank box homeless drugs sex sin Jesus atonement Mormon believe do I in what nail hammer broken finger screen hamlet food bad food tire sleepy eyelids Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-24276441270289117352012-10-21T09:57:00.000-07:002012-10-21T09:57:41.371-07:00You tube.Over the weekend my friend showed me these videos you should go watch them when you get home. they are the funnest videos..<br />
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BLR videos<br />
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Rock out like its Friday night and you can sleep in for two days in a row.</div>
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Rock out like your eating your favorite Cereal. </div>
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Rock out like you are the Regan Champs.</div>
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Rock out like you just dont care.</div>
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Rock out because you will BE THE CHANGE.</div>
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Rock out like you just confessed you soul to someone and they didnt reject you!!!</div>
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Rock out like your in Love.</div>
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Rock out like you just found out your the best dancer ever.</div>
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Rock out like rockers rock out.</div>
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Rock out like you dont have to grow up.</div>
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Rock out like your favorite song.</div>
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Rock out like your singer you favorite song.</div>
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Rock out like you just found out that you have a new nephew.</div>
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Rock out like you just got your brothers hand written letter.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-30511565237963566242012-10-15T19:48:00.003-07:002012-10-15T19:48:42.863-07:00P.S.I know that poem looks like a big beast of a thing, skip it and read on other post, help me know what i do okay and what needs improvement. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-31305800700011618492012-10-15T19:47:00.002-07:002012-10-15T19:47:01.498-07:00DUCT TAPE<div>
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It’s one of the most versatile products I’ve seen</div>
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Duct tape, whether it’s gray, brown or even green</div>
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Any cracked tiles you don’t really need to replace</div>
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A bit of sticky tape will hold them right in place</div>
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Is your radiator hose getting about ready to burst?</div>
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It won’t, as long as you wrap it with duct tape first</div>
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And if you’ve got a slit in your car’s vinyl seat</div>
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A piece of duct tape will close it up ever so neat</div>
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If your throw rugs are always trying to scoot around</div>
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Duct tape the bottom to keep them were they’re found</div>
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It will hold electric extension cords down to the floor</div>
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So that you can walk and not trip over them any more</div>
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It’ll also hold electric wires together after a splice</div>
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Wider than electrical tape so that it work so nice</div>
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If the rearview mirror should try to drop from the car,</div>
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Duct tape will keep it from drooping down quite so far</div>
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If your brother’s visiting child is noisy as well as cute</div>
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It can work quite well to put the odious brat on mute</div>
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An envelope it will seal up very secure and tight</div>
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In case the taste of glue isn’t exactly your delight</div>
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It will easily close up a partial bag of potato chips</div>
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In case the bag isn’t one of the type that zips</div>
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If the batteries in the TV remote control pop out,</div>
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Duct tape will safely hold them in without a doubt</div>
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And anytime that your shoe laces happen to break</div>
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Just keep your shoes fastened with some duct tape</div>
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If the dryer should leave some lint on your clothes,</div>
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Don’t need a brush, duct tape works better than those</div>
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If your old car has, in spots, completely rusted through</div>
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Then some pieces of duct is all you need to make do</div>
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If the heel of your sock has grown a lot too thin,</div>
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Duct tape will make it just like new once again</div>
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If suspicions of your wife’s trust you have felt</div>
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Then it will make an emergency chastity belt</div>
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Is that any leaking duct work it won’t much seal</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-89201297559972088372012-10-15T19:43:00.002-07:002012-10-15T19:43:32.810-07:00Freaking Bricks AND Freaking Duct TapeTHESE ITEMS TELL THE STORY OF MY LIFE.....<br />
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You might be asking why??<br />
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These two things can be so important in our everyday life!! <br />
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Just think of all the things that you could use them for, and dont tell me you dont know or cant think of any because that would be.... that would be.... that would be.... ummm..... you know that crap and you suck at thinking and trying if you cant make a list.<br />
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All the things we can use these for may be way important, maybe even life saving.<br />
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some may be just simple things that just help you out...<br />
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but after everything that they do for you YOU FORGET ABOUT THEM AND PUT THEM ON A SHELF AND FORGET ABOUT THEM TILL YOU NEED HELP AGAIN, AND SURLY THEY WILL BE WAITING, READY TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR EVERY NEED, KNOWING THAT EVENTUALLY YOU WILL PUT THEM ON THE SHELF AGAIN. (you could be thinking why the heck are you yelling at me right now, freaking all caps stop yelling at me.) but this is how I feel... <br />
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You always forget about those things till you need help again. <br />
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Have you ever thought that we might be tired of being USED!!! <br />
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We try to do all that we can to be their for you and when we need some help you blow us off and wont help us at all.<br />
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I guess like a brick and like duct tape, I WAS CREATED TO HELP PEOPLE OUT, AND GIVE MY HEART AND SOUL TO HELPING AND GIVING SERVICE.<br />
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oh well I love me for me and I know I try my best.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-72031225354843056302012-10-07T21:00:00.001-07:002012-10-07T21:01:40.973-07:00Fall Colors<div style="text-align: center;">
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and I welcome you winter. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-17264643189849787882012-10-05T16:11:00.003-07:002012-10-05T16:11:56.596-07:00What my bones say...<div style="text-align: left;">
I walk through the halls all alone. I act like I don't pay attention to the people around me. I have gone through most of high school ALONE. </div>
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I DON'T NEED YOU and YOU DON'T NEED ME</div>
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Their are so many people in high school who rely on other peoples attention and praises. aka the popular people. I don't have friends. You say your my friend, but lets be serious! You don't give a _____ about me. To my face you'll say oh year were cool, were friends, but the fact of the matter is. </div>
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YOU DON'T CALL, YOU DON'T TEXT, YOU DON'T TALK TO ME, i am so alone, YOU DON'T ASK HOW I'M DOING, if you do ask , I will lie and say I'm good, great, or awesome with a fake face.(yes I have learned the face) If you were my friend, YOU WOULD KNOW I AM LYING THAT I HAVE PUT ON THE FACE, to hide all and any suspicion. </div>
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<em>So they stopped understanding and sent the angry kid to a boys’ home – St. Swithin’s. Used to be funded by the Wayne Foundation. See, I figured it out too late. You have to hide the anger. Practice smiling in the mirror. Like putting on a mask. You showed up one day in a cool car, pretty girl on your arm. We were so excited – Bruce Wayne, billionaire orphan. We made up stories about you. Legends. The other boys’ stories were just that. But when I saw you I knew who you really were...</em></div>
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<em><span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-3">I’d seen that look on your face.</span> Same one I taught myself.</em></div>
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<em> You don't know me, you don't care about me. If i died you wouldn't even know I was gone, if you did you would forget about me soon after. </em></div>
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<em>-The Dark Knight Rises</em></div>
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I walk a lonely road the only one that I have ever known, don't know where it goes but its only me and I walk alone.</div>
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Why would I want YOU in MY LIFE if I know that you will leave me in the END.</div>
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PROVE TO ME that you actually care about me and care who I am. Ill give you that same respect until you show me that you wont do the same for me. </div>
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You who read this are the first to hear what my bones actually say... </div>
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All you need to do is look,<br />For they are everywhere.<br />They carry with
them a protected heart,<br />They see with a special stare.
They are America's combat Vets,<br />That many have set aside.<br />But they
speak in words that resonate,<br />The feelings deep inside.
For they have witnessed a Heaven's Gate,<br />And cheated the Reaper
Sythe.<br />Nothing quite so important now,<br />Their memories never die.
Just yesterday I met another,<br />Who mentioned his tour in 'Nam.<br />We spoke
of times and dates and things,<br />Lost time in an afternoon sun.
Yet so in touch with simple things,<br />This Brother with the widening
grin,<br />He opened his heart and showed me still,<br />There's room for another
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236180957069756610.post-70961430120849935762012-10-01T08:09:00.001-07:002012-10-01T08:09:25.070-07:00Thoughts There are som many things that run throught my mind. <br />
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Mean Thoughts, happy thoughts, angry thoughts, weird thoughts, depressed thoughts, some times no thoughts at all.<br />
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Thinking really makes all the emotions of life come out and smack you it the freaking face!!<br />
This weekend I didnt have the most positive thoughts, I wasnt very happy. <br />
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So when you have un happy thoughts listen to the song THREE LITTLE BIRDS by BOB MARLEY <br />
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