Mrs. Spunky's 1101 class:

i love it that alot of you guys commented back to my posts. i dont know if it is beacaue my blogger name starts with a B or becacause you guys simply like listening to my random thoughts but none the less my voice was heard. i thank you for listening and thank you for opening your broad minds to the ideas and stupid scribbles i came up with for my blogs, and remember if you dont talk no one will ever do it for you.

express yourself!!!!


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wtf

why is it that we worry about legalized marijuana when our troops are still dying? why are we worrying about abortions when the youth that have kids arn't even properly raised themselves? why do we care that girls sleep around when men are the ones that spread diseases? why do we judge those who arnt the same when were the one being ignorant? why do banks charge you for overdraft when in the first pace its cause you had no money? why is garbage called music and poets get laughed at? why are baseball players getting paid millions when a mother of 5 works 3 jobs? why is our president black and people have the nerve to still be racist? why do we have religion when most of them are hypocritical to what they follow? why is ignorance bliss? because then none of this would stress you. nevermind the world.

society..

the drug society has officialy taken over my neighborhood. every morning in which it is requiered for me to walk my sister to the bus stop in the front of the neighborhood i smell a very strong oder that is most known to grown ups as weed. i mean, if you do it, keep it far away from the youth. and if you do it, undertsnad it is ILLEGAL. so dint sell it. and if you do sell it dont come with excuse that you need money. its called a J.O.B and i hear quiznos is hiring. but what good do my words make when i turn on mtv and the rap video playing is about weed and sex. i give up. blame our society.

matthew <3

forget my stomach, his name bring butterflys to my brain. we have known eachother for about 5 years. starting off as acquaintances and reuniting in highschool. from making plans for the weekend and eating lunch together everyday of my senior year, it happened the night of my birthday; he took me out to the movies and we were parked outside waiting for the clock to srtike 12 midnight. when it did strike, he did too. one kiss was all it took on my eightteenth birthday to start what me and him have created- a most loving and loyal relationship that consists of these two dorky bestfriends that understand nobody better than eachohter. its been 6 months since july.who knows, maybe we'll make it the four years untill graduation.

turkey butt.

i am thankful above all things for my mother. i mean, me and my mother dont really get along so i hope that helps explain to another extent of why she is what i am thankful for. so none the less like any parent and child we fight, or we use to fight. alot. but with time i see that i have grown to be patient, and to be accepting of how people are. to forgive, because not everybody is perfect. and most importantly i have grown to find who i am through her. to be the best i can be as a person. i am indipendant. smart. outgoing. loud. funny. talented. crazy. an alcoholic but we all know that never has to change :) for thanksgiving i thank my mom for being my worst enemy as she has prepaired me through that to take on the world. after my mom, nothing can scare me or tare me down. so come and get me.

bye bye veronica

A moment in my life when I felt an overwhelming fear was when me and my best friend split up. for good. i always thought that when you found that one right person who you would never even think could be replaced, just disapears. from one day to another, like its nothing big; like its not a big deal. you grow off of a person and know their every thought, finish all their sentences, think the other half of eachother day dreams, act like your related, share the deepest secrets of eachothers lives; and then like nothing, its all gone. fear, to me, as i have grown to accept is nothing but a momentary feeling of something not going the way you wanted it to go. and when things go the worng way, guess what?? we have to go another way and hope this time its the right one. so i lost my bestest friend.. heres to some new ones.

the best feeling in the world.

Getting good grades is the best feeling in the world. i know i souind like a nerd right about NOW, but undertsna dthat i hate school and i always have to put forth my best foot so that i can get by in academics. i'v always suffered of a lazy syndrome but never do i forget that im prepairing for my future. so i study, sacrafice days of partying and bamm!! i got an A. or maybe a B+ but either way, its a good grade. no one can really undertsand how much it means to me to make and effort and get somewhere. its the best feeling in the world to get what we deserve.