Christmas Break

Jingle Bells batman smells.....something rather else....and so on and so on...isn't it great to be on christmas break...only half a year until senior year...and then one more year-and look out world here we come! Merry Christmas luves

saturday morning fun

so today is saturday and guess where i am. WRONG! no i am not (for once) at the library. instead i am at the Marin County Civic Center having fun...looking at maps on the computer, etc. it's actually rather fun cause we're (me and my dad- my dad decided to take me to work today and show me some if the things he does while at work...i do love his office) looking at maps of napa and- well actually it's kinda hard to explain, but it's fun...so far i've found out that there are little areas inside the napa city limits that aren't part of napa. and i've seen the flood maps..and street names and parcels (pieces of property). aside from this exciting business, i have snuck online and attempted to log on to my IM, but so far the computer won't let me. so, i think that i'm going to go back home and go to sleep, i need my rest because exams are next week and i babysit tonight, and tomorrow is a christmas party...and i'm totally exhausted...zzzzzzzzzzzz.........

mr. le'foom

mr. le'foom is an awesome teacher, he's my favorite. le'foom isn't is real name that's just what me and my friends call him- stands for lovely evil flying monkey (we added the "o"s to make it a name).....the truth is, when he does his little arm workouts he looks like a monkey flapping his arms, so....anyway today as we were reviewing for our literature exam (on the books-the phantom of the opera [vair vair good] and idylls of the king [so bs-ed, they say arthur's a blameless king...grr...so bad...he's a player...and we all know it])....we were going over the characters in each book, so i had my books out. now one of them- idylls of the king- has a picture of the auther on the first page, and i was noticiing that it looked so much like le'foom, with a beard...so i fixed it up, giving him a little more hair and some glasses, and then wrote "ribbit ribbit croak" as what he was saying (b/c le'foom is also an old, ugly, bald, incompetant fool, toad-man...don't ask...that's a whole nother story).....i showed it to teabag (my friend in the next desk over) and we crack up....le'foom doesn't mind at all...but then randomly says i look like i could tell fortunes...and i say "well ya"....and he's like "oh so you already do?" "yi"....and then he says "do you read palms or use tarot cards?" *pause to think that over cause i don't use either, i use visions* "palms" "do u ever tell people that bad things will happen?" *pause again* "ya...sometimes" "you know, i was wrong about calling you a goth, i should have said fortune teller" "ya, that would have been more precise (u goth)"....and then the bell rang....i lurve my classes when they're like that...just lurve them

upon being at the library with nothing to do, i decide to go on the computers here. so here i am (once again) online at the library, wroking on my blog and doing quizzes at Quizilla.com (check it out some time or another)...quizzes are so much fun...i currently took one that decided which musical i am (the phantom of the opera) and it's so fun...

Your Taste in Music:

Adult Alternative: Highest Influence

90's Hip Hop: Medium Influence

90's Pop: Medium Influence

90's Rock: Medium Influence

R&B: Medium Influence

90's Alternative: Low Influence

Hip Hop: Low Influence

Old School Hip Hop: Low Influence

How's" Your Taste in Music?

Your Slanguage Profile

Victorian Slang: 50%

Aussie Slang: 25%

British Slang: 25%

Canadian Slang: 25%

New England Slang: 25%

Prison Slang: 25%

Southern Slang: 0%

What Slanguage Do You Speak?

the second part

i did say that i would continue to publish my poems online so here's another part of "i remember red"
Part two: Black
i remember black
the color of the ink on the paper

i remember black

like my heart was before and is once more

i remember black

the rose of privileged few

i remember black

the clothes of a distrusted 'goth' -mine?

i remember black

his lively, trustful eyes

i remember black

of those happy, miserable tears

i remember black

with the pale moon in the clouded distance

i remember black

until the sunrise

dreams

dreams are the very weirdest things that can happen to you. in fact just the other day i had a dream that my family was fixing up our back yard (though it looked nuthing like our backyard) and i was collecting blue stones in a bag. Then i came inside the house and started to stir the stone with a stick, that's when i noticed a snake in the bag. i said to myself, "i hope it's not a rattlesnake" and guess what, it is. it's a lovely blue diamondback rattler. so i put the bag down and the snake crawled out. not wanting any one to get bitten i ran after the snake and caught it. i struggled to hold it's mouth shut and it's tale still yet somehow it managed to free it's head and bite me. it's teeth sunk in and would not move. i was thinking that i was gonna die now and no one knows where i am; and somehow i knew that all i had to do in order to make that snake let go was to let go of it. unfortunately i couldn't let go, it seemed as if i didn't want to. that's when i woke up, shattered. i was shaking, literally.....later i went back to sleep and dreamed peacefully. when i woke up to go to school, i was still shaking though, and in fact i'm still shaking as i write this down.

"bloody mary"

Most of you probably think i'm referring to queen mary, daughter of henry viii, sorry but you're wrong. Recently in sacramento at a Vietnamese Catholic Martyrs Church, a statue of the blessed Virgin Mary has been seen crying tears of blood. People from all over have come to see the statue and pray in front of it. Some say it is a sign that terrible times are coming upon us. Others say that it is just a prank, but people have actually claimed to have seen tears falling down her cheeks. Some claim it is a miracle, though not the first of its type. "Miracles" like this have happened all around the world in places like Italy and the Phillipines. The question is though, should we as Catholics believe in these happenings as miracles and signs, or what? Why would the Mother of God be crying tears of blood, what have we done, or what have have we not done? I believe that if the Pope accepts these happenings as miracles then they are. Until then, one thing we know for certain is that many are wanted to convert to Catholicism now, and that is good.

i remember red

this but the first part in a series of poems that i have written. the first one- i remember red- is actually a complete makeover of some poems that my eighth grade class wrote for a homework assignment. the others are totally made by me on inspiriations in my head.
but on with it already, the poem:

i remember red, the color of the fire that destroys everything,
the red fireworks in the park on Labor Day.
i remember red, the lush blood tainted sky, stretching over land and sea,
the sunset during the summer.
i remember red, my red blood on the white snow,
roses on a vine.
i remember red, the fierce hatred in his eyes,
and of love.
of my brother's cut foot, bleeding crazily,
and my love.
of the blood of the innocent, spilt for false pretenses,
and all love.
of the red stripes on the American flag that once stood for courage,
now stands for blood, shed everywhere,
and all of our love.
i remember red, the color of a nation united.
i remember red, the color of our cheeks on a cold winter's day.
i remember red, the color of love.
i remember red, and that is all.

this is what i am

I got a candle
And Ive got a spoon
I live in a hallway with no doors
And no rooms

Under a windowsill
They all were found
A touch of concrete within the doorway
Without a sound

Someone save me if you will
And take away all these pills
And please just save me if you can
From the blasphemy in my wasteland

this "poem" apparently describes me. it's actually part of the lyrics to some song that i don't know, and i actually somewhat agree. if this is what i am, i can deal with it.