Sunday, October 17, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
yessss
well, this week was quite eventful, to kill a mocking bird the movie, was magical. i almost thought it was a defining moment in my life, because this movie/book has changed me.
another thing that has changed me, is this past homecoming. fistpumping to your favorite song while a very attractive female is infront of you, is enlightening almostt. i feel that homecoming is the time where everyone blends, and opportunities are taken. i feel that homecoming is the only place other than a gym where dripping sweat is socially accepable, if not expected. from a personal stand point, i was absolutely drenched in sweat, as if i was running a mile in a very large sauna.
this is what i think of when i think of that night.
Hands up, when the music drops
We both put our hands up
Put your hands on my body
Swear I seen you before
I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
So dance, dance, like it’s the last, last night of your life, life
Gonna get you right
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
another thing that has changed me, is this past homecoming. fistpumping to your favorite song while a very attractive female is infront of you, is enlightening almostt. i feel that homecoming is the time where everyone blends, and opportunities are taken. i feel that homecoming is the only place other than a gym where dripping sweat is socially accepable, if not expected. from a personal stand point, i was absolutely drenched in sweat, as if i was running a mile in a very large sauna.
this is what i think of when i think of that night.
Hands up, when the music drops
We both put our hands up
Put your hands on my body
Swear I seen you before
I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
So dance, dance, like it’s the last, last night of your life, life
Gonna get you right
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
Sunday, October 3, 2010
yess
i just got done with the class book, and i feel like my whole world has changed. i almost wish i had a boo radley figure of my own, i think it'd be really cool. i cannot believe that i thought this book would be bad. after reading it, i felt as if you have never read a real book until you read that one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8TgqenWW0I
this is a link to the greatest court speech ever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8TgqenWW0I
this is a link to the greatest court speech ever.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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
- 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
Friday, September 24, 2010
response 2
http://beatdesales.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-uhhhhhh-i-didnt-know-you-could-read.html?showComment=1285382907736_AIe9_BG7wVfmx6E_QNW6fg7Z0rCP66-g_jSvhuTaknmGgzJS9oqjTAzVqkBTmtxLOkjwwIHRje5eSHQlatNb-TUi0xaBpOSFzv6C-uq6FdweROHv5lZZhWqJwKHDle8-SShkRIlgKHakGqDHnQN_1U_KyqFBZl1mAzu5cvN0dyK0Z95k-_1J9gv1R9SepcRVloj_wfbH6iwHYAt0VTidAaZe9apNH511b_sDyDtZywRoSVK4USl0x8e4SRO2X5egrkJD7_p5zXi1IyUOyAF1nr5_fHgHDrGeeruZPqAweOlrgs_Zer6ZN4oR9ZV6o3pv64UMS1vXBs6O4IITwFVp1BSivjmTCQgtBkxFRXF2Wyf5UKZVDx7jM4TFN0UKFpX0LTKxYKYPI8QV75t_bp3xiNW3ouKY4elFDLcfwmv7c94s0d0Ccx26syAlWtZqEMXEQ5oi8DJ2QTVf1ExANRjUNwdNSAIWkiRajrTV0zo--aHu5b_Jpqqmi-_vJ6TTgG2l5kVw99bhPXZkueo2QiyhNIvO3CEU6r1VPcQlCuU1SS0Q6W3z2hZ2nTex7Cu0s9CjmeAie82hrjt2smaE0DCWujvzER3hPnFGT6ruNcxaRv9m2yfdPaCEbURTOMiluI988GTYLjAcU1iN774cUUHClXx1ZwOzaOBEqn8nbU_K2Sw1pekoDdMMx3qgsEC7eIL1bTUTK7wLXxS1hTQNi8OvZuC0ENFpsnY6OqW34BYRPhiOTbbmxSuLoopzZHt_PM9M40JsmCGU_NrK9gbBCDUFA5riFaETgxdaFd_igZg-j5taYjvSX7sq_uCFORI3RR3wFi3XFxYN62E8jzMBAlCNInofW7HJ4d4YnQ#c1706702866775740680
Sunday, September 19, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, September 13, 2010
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 (:
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 (:
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