Blank

Today, I cannot write. My mind is empty and I have nothing of any significance to say or discuss. My brain is a blank piece of paper; my thoughts are a hand clutching a pencil that has run out of led. My mind is a wall, blocking, with worries and complicated agenda's, any intelligent opinions or ideas from exiting my concience.

The things I have always wanted to know:

Why is the sky blue?
If there is a man in the moom where is the women?
If my brain was put in someone esles body, would they be me? are we our brains or our bodies?
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Is mcdonalds actually food or recycled plastic?

Sanjaya

Finaly, Sanjaya was voted off. For all the Idol fans, this, is an event to celebrate, rejoyce, and remeber! Bye Sanjaya, go home. Go home and curl your hair!

Creepy dentist!

OMG, I was so scared I wouldn't be able to sign in, anyway, I just got on. I am so tired of these stupid blogs;one day I can sign in, the next, can't...sigh. I don't like the topic so I'll ramble on about something else. Yesterday I went to the dentist and because my regular dentist was sick I got this really old nasty geezer. He really smelt funny and he wore these weird glasses; they were huge and had little magnifiers on the Len's. It was kind of embarrassing; I couldn't understand a word he said,he mumbled. I wonder if he did it on purpose. Anyway, he was cleaning my teeth, and the toothpaste usually makes me gag. As I tried to resist doing this he smirked, like it was funny or something. Anyway, he was a total creep, and I have another appointment with him today. HELP!!

Bad dream

I had this extremely freaky dream on Easter; It was really really strange. In my dream I was alot younger then I am...five maybe, i can't really remember. Anyway, the house was quiet and I actually didn't know who's house I was in . Everyone was asleep. Okay,this is going to sound strange, but there was vampire swimming up my stairs.Yes, swimming up my stairs! The stairs were filed up with water and the damm vampire was swimming toward the top floor. I woke up before it reached the top(thankfully)

So, that's it, I just thought I would share that.

Coming of age

How to be joyful
when providence wants to destroy us?
shall we leave it to fate?
or take the horrorifying element of life
into our own
hands?
Either way,
we are about to be slapped in the face by
reality-
It will stick it's tounge out at us;
It will wag it in our faces,
forcing us to question:
Will I live as somebody
or die as nobody?
Shall I risk drowning to get somewhere,
or let the cuurent carry me nowhere?
Timneisrunningout!
Make the choice.

The wall

Behind the solid, obscure wall
lies a pathway,
a passageway
to
communication- to
expression.
Take hold of a hammer and
with your mind, smash it to pieces.
Demolish it-
pull the dusty red bricks out one by one,
peek through to the other side,
than keep going.

Whiteout-silent voices

I erase, cover secrete
what could have been
I falsify, and
camuflauge orginal
ideas.
I am forcesd, by the dominating
hand of the writer
to demolish the answer that is wrong.
I am a hero,
I hide the mistake
that will lower the
score.
Remember,my coverage is not permanent-
Scratch away the dry white
coating,
your error lies beaneth me
forever.

body scars

My most memerabl body scar,although it is not visible anymore, was inflicted upon me in grade four. I had just gotten a brand new scooter; of course, at the time my parents did no know the pain this would inflict upon me. I was riding my scooter, and being the stupid child that I was, I put my coat over my haed and accidently rode down a flight of cement stairs. Yes, it hurt. It took me several minutes to register the pain;I guess I was in shock. I got up and discovered my lip was bleeding and felt like it ha a hole in it. So, I pridefully walked home with blood smaered across my mouth and face. unforutnately my pride was deflated when I received stitches..they hurt...alot.
The next day-Actually, the next week or so, i went to school with a huge blue bruise and a puffed up face.

Failures

>I think this was the first assignment....
Here are my failures:
1) I failed log onto my blog..(this was not fun)
2) I failed to stayon my first scooter(I rode down cement staurs)
3) after the scooter incident I failed to receive anything else with weels.
4) I am failing math
5) I have failed to cook...I have not failed to cause food poisening.....
......Im sure I have many more, i just can't think of them.

Finaly! I'm on!!!!

Wow, I just got om my blog. This is my first time being on this thing. I have spent the last few classes enduring a long ,strenuouse, emotionally distressing battle with the computer. I had to make,and im not exagerating, 10 different account because they just would not work. I hate-I HATE technology. You know, Im almost scared to log off the computer;what if i can;t get signed in again. I swear, its the computers fault, not mine. Anyway, im done venting-Welcome to my f****en blog.

Finaly! I'm on!!!!

Wow, I just got om my blog. This is my first time being on this thing. I have spent the last few classes enduring a long ,strenuouse, emotionally distressing battle with the computer. I had to make,and im not exagerating, 10 different account because they just would not work. I hate-I HATE technology. You know, Im almost scared to log off the computer;what if i can;t get signed in again. I swear, its the computers fault, not mine. Anyway, im done venting-Welcome to my f****en blog.