HEYYYYY

well, this week was fairly eventful, sike. but in all seriousness, i apologize to mr. potter for talking when other people are talking, and i promise that i won't make you feel like throwing a podium at me again (: anyways, to kill a mockingbird is getting progressively better, and i actually read it for free time instead of being forced to. i really hope that atticus wins this trial, cause if he does, all h-e-double hockey stick will break loose. i'm ready to find out what happens after the trial. my time is almost up, so i'd like to leave you with a poem written by the late, tupac amaru shakur:

when your hero falls

when your hero falls from grace all fairy tales r uncovered myths exposed and pain magnified the greatest pain discovered u taught me 2 be strong but im confused 2 c u so weak u said never 2 give up and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat when ure hero falls so do the stars and so does the perception of tomorrow without my hero there is only me alone 2 deal with my sorrow your heart ceases 2 work and your soul is not happy at all what r u expected 2 do when ure only hero falls

response 2

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Kudspa

Why is it that Mr. Potter's class is THE only class I constantly forget to do stuff in?? I am doing this last minute blogg, and i'm going to have to read my book before sleeptimeee.. this is getting quite ridiculous. All I know, is that I hate Desales, and i also hate desales. i wonder how i'm supposed to write 30 minutes worth on this website, so i think i'll just ramble about whatever comes to mind for the next 10 minutes. Jello, is absolutely delicious, but i still have no clue what it's made out of, and that kinda scares me. I've got to go workout tomorrow, because i haven't in a while. Also, i just realized that i <3 kool-aid. ITS DELICIOUS. I wish i could krump.
that would be beyond legit, i also wish that i could create fire from my fingertips. could you imagine the combination of krumping and fire hands?? i don't think you could.
i also wish to grow over 6'3. that'd be awesome. and then i wish i could be in MLB, so i could catch my bat on fire, therefore the ball would catch on fire when i hit a homerun, and krump at home plate.

Late

Yes, indeed this post it late. But what is late? Late is time, but who is to say that time exists??? The Man who invented time, what if he happened to get hit by a rock at that very moment, and just forgot about time? Our perception of everything would be completely different. Time doesn't exist, it's unreal.

Seeing that time is a measurement, who's to say it's a real thing to be measured? In olden days, a kings foot would be a foot, therefore that was right.. But time, isn't something to be measured to me. Time is more of a quality. Good time is something that is enjoyable to you, bad time is something that isn't, and it's as simple as that. But it isn't simple at all. Time is an oxymoron. Time lasts forever, but we're all running out of it. How is that? I don't know, but it is.

This talk about time has brought me to the thought of the past, present, and future. When is the line drawn?? When do you decide, that the present is now the future, or that the future is now the present? Stop thinking about it, and you'll find that there is no present.. It's all about what has come, and what is to come.. As I am running low on tired thoughts, I'd like to leave with a stanza from a poem written by an anonymous man that I do not know..

Life without a purpose
Is a life not worth living
I'm done taking,
I'm going to start giving.
I'll find my purpose
And best believe when I find it
I'm going to savor the moment
and rewind it.

Knowledge and Love is key, don't be locked out (: