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.

Tiesto.

some say music means the world to them. some say music defines them. some may even say that music is their purpose. stop and think. what if we are the music; our feelings, our actions, our desicions. the rythem. the bass. the lyrics. we are the music, and the world is the rythm. i like this idea alot. see, i am not music, nor do i find purpose in it or is it the most important thing in my life. i am the influenced. i cherish what artist have to portray through their music, and i say we are nothing without them. i say that music is the essence of the way life is lived. silence is overaded and we must rejoice that these artists are among us when we most need them. for without music their is no happyness. without music there is no meaning. without tiesto there is no love <$

$aturday night.

Money.Is.A.Major.I$$ue. i live in miami; well i reside in broward, but for anybody out of state its considered miami. the major issue of our lives down here is money. money, money, money. i hate money, yeti love it. i have a part time job that consists of selling weave to the east side of miramar. i deal with the rudest people you can imagine in the black community of broward, yet i have grown to learn so much and appriciate the different cultures of the caribian. and for the love of money, i deal with this. my superiors annoying arabian language kills an ignorant ear with stress of what might be said about them, and for the love of money i shall listen to this language being talked for many months to come. last but not least, for the love of money i shall work and 8 hour shift on a saturday night. but hey, no need to fear, payday is monday (:

friends

I think the world has forgotten the true meaning of friendship. So many are the ocasions i hear of of friends backstabbing other friends, and friends talking bad about other friends behind their backs, friends conivingly knowing that certain actions will hurt you, yet still manage to do and play the games that they do. In the end, if all these things are being done, then why are they even called friends?? a friend is some one who supports, understands and above all cares. when it comes down to friend situations , nobody would ever get hurt if their friend had all three of these charasteristics. these days friends support, and are hypocrite about it. they understand and still have alot to say behind it, and they plain and simple DONT CARE about you. if they did , friends would never do such crimes against one they love. but then again who am i to say i am a friend. for i have commited these crimes againts my beloved too. but then i guess it comes down to growing up, and leraning. i have learned. its as if no body else has ..

"so how bout them dolphines??"

today the Miami Dolphines have lost to Sandiego Chargers. my father sunday night has officially been a waste of life. along with a well deserved twelve pack, my father has given me the i-work-8-hour-shifts-and-i-would-really-appritiate-if-for-once-the-dolphines-would'nt-make-me-angry-on-my-day-off speech. after manny howls of stumbles and false starts from our home team, before the third quater, my father gave up on the hope he had at the begining of today to have a wining game. throughout all the screams i did manage to keep up on the games status and finish my memoir novel succesfully seeing that i have a 400 page book that i still havn't started and must finish in a month for another class i am taking this semester. i have replied to my peer's post on the topic of body art for my 1101 class and have randomly begun the search of my future tattoo. today was a good day. we can only hope for tomorrow.

nine-one-one

On the day of september 11, 2001 , twelve year old solange was sitting down third row from the right, fifth seat back, concentrating really hard on remembering the spelling of the word "complicated". as i heard the bang from some one rapidly pushing the door open to enter the room, i looked up with a confused glare. the teacher from next door had made the disturbance. she didnt adress the class, nor the teacher, she made her way straight to the television and turned on channel 7. the news was on. the reporter was live in new york reporting how a plane had hit one of the twin towers. they called it, " a terrorist attack". me not knowing what it meant just glared through the tears of pain the images on t.v caused; you could literally see people jumping off what seemed to me like the 587,263,897 floor. besides what i have just recalled for you , the reader, i cannot remember any other actions on my part the rest of that day. even though that day marked everyones history, we will all remember exactly when, where and how we saw the tragedy of the twin towers.

today in the life of solange

The weather today was not as good as i hoped. then again, i dont think anybody really likes it when it rains. i hav'nt quite finished all my homework yet i know some time later on today i'll finish the task. i just finished jumping out of the showeer and as i wait for my hair iron to heat up i decided i would express my thoughts to my blog of the dream i had last night. its was a weird dream. i dont think dreams are meant to have meaning behind them though. the mind is a complicated thing. maybe this is why my dream began in a spiral staircase. the walls were pale pink and it had a dim lighting to it. as i took the steps downward, i realized that i was inside my head. literally inside my brain. and then i woke up. maybe im searching for the meaning of what comes out of this complex mind. but i'll never know, will i?

college life

i sit at my computer, if my feet could speak they would scream out in cry's. i just got out of work and i still have so many things to do. i am a full time student at broward college. i take 4 classes at a time. to most that may be alot as to others it might be easy. to me, this schedual is hectic. i awake at 6 o'clock to darkness in these early morning hours, as i run to make it on time, i rush out the door. me and my grandma carpool every day seeing that i can't afford my own car yet. i abandon her with great joy at her job by 8 o'clock, take a long drive back down to pines from university drive to arrive at school at 8:40. seeing that my classes start at 9:30, i loose alot of sleep. i leave school at 12:15 in the afternoon and make it to work by 1 o'clock. stand up and deal with rude people for eight hours. get home at 9 o'clock at night and manage to finish homework, study, clean, fix my room , catch up with facebook, do laundry, dedicate time to my best friend, my boyfriend, my family and i manage to shower. im exhausted.

jager bomb.

The graduating class of 2009 was dismissed from Everglades Highschool campus on may 27th and most of its students were ready to hit the grown life; the good life, the party life. my share of the population that sped off the parking lot that evening headed streight to the liqour store, and we decided it was only fair to celebrate to this extent for our 12 years of accompllishment in school slavery. heading out to the wonderfull beachs of south florida we came upon a perfect spot to hold our group of 11. we all made short but none the less remembered qiuck speeches and took glorious jager bomb shots to mark the end of our 12 year accomplioshment. and into the sunset we danced and played, sang and laughed, for our highschool carreer was over. here we come college life. here we come the rest of our lives. here we come success.