OMG blogging!

it's been seven months since i've been on this site. at first blogging was just a way to stayon top of my A's in class, but now i just miss writing. When you are told to write, and given a certain time to do it writing just isn't fun anymore. I drad it... But it's what i love to do.. When you push people to do something it often drives them away from what they love the most, and right now school as a whole is shifting me away. I don't like it anymore.. I use to come to school energized knowing that I was learning something new today or it was just going to be an average class, bu now that i'm getting closer to my grad year... it just isn't for me. I'm not what I ise to be. People expect me to be ms. perfect, or do somethinh with my life, but all of my dreams, just hit reality that i'm living everybody elses dream but my own. Deep down i want to go to college and become a pediatrician, but if i have to keep dealing with this down the road... IT WONT HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG blogging!

Gossip

Gossip is a form of running our mouth. You tell one person something then next thing you know the whole world knows. Why do people give up your trust. you tell people stuff out of the confidence and respect that you think they wont say anything, but of course that's wrong. People don't care if they hurt your feelings that just want to hear the latest... When Rhianna got beat up by Chris Brown no one bothered to care what was wrong with her they just hit up the Internet to see all of the damage. And even if she did start the fight that still doesn't give people the right to gossip and show off personal bruises. when Priscilla died other schools did reach out to us, but everyone else was just being nosey and wanted to know what happened. Did anybody ever think to wanna know if the students were ok, or how we felt about having a replacement principal at the death of one... When someone in the school walks up the steps with a blood stain to you tell them or do you stare and talk about how nasty that is... Obviously if they are walking around free willy then they don't know and you should be nice enough to tell them. If you hear that someone is pregnant in your school do you run and tell the next person or do you wonder how she fells about being pregnant teen and if her parents are neglecting her?? Gossip isn't something you should do and I can admit that I have taken part in it.. but just recently when someone close to me was humiliated I realized it's not something you should do.

Holidays

New Years:
Beginning of another time,
letting the past go,
leaving all the drams behind and starting fresh.

Valentines Day:
A time for you to feel loved not depressed,
even if you don't have a Valentine don't spend your day being miserable
get out and have fun

St. Patrick's Day:
LUCKY!!!
don't ever say that you have bad luck,
and even if you don't have a four leaf clover
you're still lucky because
you have the chance to walk and live everyday and some
people don't

Easter:
Family time, the day that you get out and g to church,
have fun painting eggs and hunting with your family and the little kids,
wearing your best Easter outfit.

Mother's Day:
Show the one that birthed you that you care,
give her a card take her out, just do something special because
life isn't promised and you never wanna regret not saying,
Thank You and I Love You.

Father's Day:
Show the one that fathered you that you care,
give him a card take him out, just do something special because
life isn't promised and you never wanna regret not saying,
Thank You and I Love You.
Be a daddy's little girl.

4th Of July
Fireworks, cookouts, and more.
You have time to spend with the family,
dance, eat, and just have a nice time.

Thanksgiving:
FOOD, FOOD, FOOD,
all the food so yummy,
that's my favorite holiday of all time,
you get to sit back and relax with the family,
talk and its a big excuse for stuffing your face.

Christmas:
You can get gifts,
wake up to pancakes, eggs, and left over cookies from Santa,
you show off all of your goodies to the other kids in the family,
and have a nice dinner, and it an excuse to waist money on toys
and clothes that you don't need.

!!!It always isn't right???

Layla had a boyfriend named Matt. Her and Matt started dating in 6th grade and she was now in the 9th. She was constantly faithful to him, and he was a little shy so she was positive that he wasn't doing anything, but she was bored with their relationship. She tried to give him hints that she was unhappy, but Matt didn't catch on and that didn't work. Not at all!!! She was tired of the whole situation. Layla had a group of friends that she was always with; they weren't the type of girls that you tell your parents you are going out with. They partied hard, had sex, and were engaged in smoking. Matt hated them.. Layla snuck out with them one night, and met her a nice 23 year old..remind you she was only in the 9th grade. She started dating this gut, secretly hiding it from Matt, and her parents. She felt like she needed some excitement in her life. She started ignoring all of Matt's phone calls after a while, and this new guy was her main priority. after three months with him he started avoiding her... She had already caught feelings for him because she was so use to o boring Matt. She found out one day that her fantasy world wasn't at all a fantasy. He had been playing her the whole time, and her had a baby on the way. Matt was the first person she called, but Matt wasn't there. Matt had already knew the whole time what was going on, but wanted her to figure it out on her own since she played him. Always stick with the one love, because know one else will never understand.

One big mixup!!

OKAY EVERYONE HE"S JUST MY BEST FRIEND!!. Just because he's my best friend doesn't mean that we are hiding behind close doors doing other things because I clearly don't like him like that. If i liked him I would've been tried to talk to him, and I damn sure wouldn't be putting him down with people i now. I"LL BE TRYING TO KEEP HIM ALL TO MYSELF!!! I'm wondering what do we do different that other best friends don't do. Of course he gone be around me a lot because he don't tell other people stuff like he tell me, and it's always something knew with the boo that he always got look for me to see what to do.. I don't know how many times I can possibly say that I don't like him, but people just can't seem to understand that. Why not just ask him? Why not just get the hell out of my business? why not just leave the situation alone??? and if i did talk to him why would it matter, don't none of yall do shit for me so why da fuck do it matter who i talk to... I"M MAD... and yall nosey people are causing unnecessary drama that's just IN DA WAY... stop worrying about me and what I do.. and i know aint nun of yall reading this blog but o well it's how i feel. So this situation been dead to me like a whole century ago when somebody first asked me, but it keep coming back up... and since when does walking to housing with somebody mean dat we go together.. im confuse. cuz its a whole lot of people that walk to housing.. so who paying that much attention to notice who I'm walking with. i would hope nobody, but I've released all my frustration... I DO NOT TALK TO MY BEST FRIEND!!!

When happens in the dark comes out in the light!

My aunt always told me what happens in the dark comes out in the light!!! That quote is too true. Usually my blogs are totally fiction, but this is based on a true story.

There is this girl named ____. She is a very close friend of mine, but sometimes she can do some crazy things. Until a week age she was____, but she couldn't help but wait. Her boyfriend kept pressuring her, and instead of just saying no ms thing just had to give in. She use to be sooo quiet, she had ambitions and goals, but he just wont let none of that happen for her. She thought that he was going to be her only, but she thought too fast. He left her for another girl after he filled her head up with a whole bunch of non sense, and she was depressed. She felt like she needed someone to fill her emptiness, and that's when it all began. She craved foe sex, couldn't resist it; first it was one, then three, now i don't even know! She thought nobody would ever know... A few months later went by and the whole neighborhood knew, her family, and even the teachers at school who listens to all the gossip. All everyone she knew could say was i told you so... She's three months pregnant now,, what happens in the dark comes out in the light.

Why Me??

Response Blog:

Why is it that it's only me, why is it that i can't be free
why is it that im all alone, why is it that he loves me,
She wakes up every morning wondering why,
why is she dark chocolate with high cheek bones,
why is her face is a rocky mountain; tremendous acne,
why is her father gone away, and her mother fades away,
why is her life such a disaster, why is it only me?

Everything is non- existing to Angela Morgan. She has an awesome boyfriend that loves her unconditionally, and a friend who will never leave her behind. So why does she feel so out of place?? Why her??? Life is too short to be wondering why, you just need to be all that you can be. There was one point of tme when I too wondered why, but then seeked to realize that im me for a reason. So just stop WONDERING WHY??? it's not good for you.

??? Was It The Perfect Life???

Little Ms. Chelsea Brown stood five foot three (5'3), she has an awesome caramel tone, and her wardrobe was up to par. She was quiet, but the room always froze whenever she walked in. Everyone thought she had the perfect life. She had so many haters and so many girls envied her, but she had no idea why. If people knew what she went through outside of school, she knew for sure that all of their opinions would change. There was this one girl by the name of Niesha who felt like Ms. Brown was the focus of all of her problems. She posted comments about her on myspace and facebook, telling everybody how she thought she was this goddess and warning everyone that they will come to hate her, but none of these facts were at all true. She actually didn't think she was at all any better than anybody else and no one knew the facts. Chelsea lost both of her parents in a 16- wheel trailer car crash. It was her, her mother and her father riding down "295" it sleety weather when the tractor flipped over, blew up, and it burnt her parents to death. She was the only one that survived. Wonder how to live with that, wonder how it is to have no parents, and to be living with an aunt that hates you, and then tell me how your life would be. Chelsea woke up everyday to her fragile, and giant aunt beating her and telling her how worthless she was. And people still thought that she was this goddess. They didn't know what her body looked liked underneath from all the bruises, and they didn't know that Chelsea sold her body just to get clothes and money to eat because her aunt despised her. T o them her life was perfect, but to her it was a total mess. They wouldn't know how that feels. I wonder how heartless Niesha would feel is she was to ever found out the true facts about Chelsea, I hope that she would then go through all the extra unnecessary pain that she put Chelsea. It wasn't fair! They are all in the 9Th grade, and no fourteen year old should be experiencing hate from her guardian, and especially not from someone who could potentially become a friend. She needs to know that someone cares, she needs to know that she can have someone to run to, and she needs to know that she isn't all alone.

Why did he leave me?

Everyday she wondered why he left until one day he came back. Everything was going perfect, they talked everyday, he constantly told her he loved her and then one day he just disappeared. Why she thought why? When you love someone you just don't leave, you at least sit them down and talk to them, but that wasn't the case. Not one bit. She cried herself to sleep every night wishing she was on the phone with him but she wasn't. One day she found out that he had another girlfriend. How could he move on that fast? It couldn't be, but it was. On August19, 2008 he called her after a whole month went by. She never would have thought he was going to come back, but he did. he told her how much he loved her and that he just moved on off the rebound, because he didn't think she really missed him. As much as she tried to play it off she did, she missed him too much. Everything was going smoothly again. Him and his new girlfriend broke up because of her, she didn't really mean for that to happen, but it did and honestly she didn't care because she loved him. They argued a lot, but they always made up, and that's how she knew he still cared. People asked her all the time why do she keep taken him back, but it's unexplainable. On January 10, 2009 they stopped talking. It lasted for about a month, until one day he called again and told her that he missed her. He told her that he try not to make it seem like he cares because he doesn't know if she feels the same way, and she needed him to understand that she dis. He tells her all the time that she is somebody that he see being in his life for a long time, and that's why he can't let her go. He loves her and without a doubt she loves him too. Now the situation is a little rocky. He tells her all the time that he loves her and even though nothing is official right now they still are close. She want to know that he feels the way he use to even though he tells her she wants to feel it again. No matter what other girls come along she still gone be number one. She do everything for him, and lives her life in fear of what happens next. Is he gone be mad at her? Is he gone try to get revenge? She just doesn't know. She doesn't know why he puts her through this, but she just wants him back she can't bare the pain. Too may tears have been shed, and for what? LLLLLLLOOOOOVVVVVEEEE!!!!!!!

Numbers

Everyday in math class you have to deal with numbers. Counting, adding, using the calculator and much more. Then everyday after school its the same thing. Riding down the street all you see is numbers. Riding in the car you start to count. You see one stop light after another, one light pole after another, and you just begin to count. Most people go to school and wish they could get out of their math class, they all get tired of the numbers. Then you realize you can't get away from it. They are everywhere. Eating shrimps you wouldn't think that you would start counting but you will, as you get to the end you start to count how many you have left or how many until your mouth stops burning. It's Everywhere. I try to escape it myself, but you cant people just have to face the fact that numbers are everywhere.

Quiet Boy

His name was Nicholas. Nobody knew who he was. he blended into the crowd, because he had no certainy about hisself. He never wore bright colors, he always just preferred black. He never had any reason to talk to anyone his life was just a total bore. He never went outsie, never went to school functions, he just never had anythinh to do. One day that all changed. We were all at a assembly when nicholas was called up. He did a comedy number, and everyone just thought he was halarious. After that day everyone spoke to him and his name was now NICK. He had all the girls all over him, amd all of the jocks wanted to be his friend. he was soooooo popular. He already had all A's so everyone just thought he was the man. He had girls, friends, and the grades he was the S#*t. Every weekend he haid something to do. he was invited to parties, outings, and even over the jocks house to play games. Nick was on his game. Everyone wanted to be him. Even though Nick was now a star he didn't down all of the people who joked on him, he just didn't speak. He didn't let the fame getto him he just put all the stuff to the past and started his new life as NICK.

The Boring Class

Everyday I walk into her classromm at 3:15 with great regret. Why did they put me in this class, I always wonder, knowing that there is nothing i can do about it. I'm so bored! all she ever do is talk and it goes on and on and on. we never had anything to do. She never teaches us all we do is listen. She starts off the class period talking about what we are going to do for the day, but we never get to. Then the next day she tries to do what we missed the last day due to talking, and we still don't get to it. This process goes on everyday. She complains about us talking so the room is always as quiet as a mouse. if somebody dropped a pen everyone would turn around to see what it was. In disbelief! I'm counting down the time that this class is over, 45 ore days. How can i make it? Tomorrow i think i'm going to bring my ipod, and then the next day i might just pretend sick. LOL jk. I just wish that one of her co-workers will notice, and try to help her. if i was a teacher and one of my co-workers were going to slim oyur chances at 100 percent on the SOL's I would be furious. HOT! This class is the least of my concerns, i just really wish it was non- existing.

The Tattoo

It curved around her fat arm with five letters and a butterfly. It only cost fifty dollars, but it still was a disgrace. she was only 13, how could she ever get a job? her parents didn't approve of her decision but she didn't care, the world revolved around her. All of her friends had them and she just wanted to fit in. She wasn't thinking. She felt like it was her body and she could do whatever she wanted to. That wasn't the case. one day in school they split everyone up. All of the people with no piercings and no tattoos were on one side and all of the people with were on the other. A representative from the heath department came and gave a speech. She told them that if they don't go to the right people with the right needles then are prone to disease. They were all tested. Unfortunately she tested positive for HIV. her life went crumbling down. She hadn't even had sex before, and she already had a disease. She regretted trying to be like her friends and wondered why she couldn't just be by herself. live for herself and not others. That decision she made changed her life forever. how would she have kids or live past thirty, she just didn't know what to do.

The College Student

She graduated happy and precised, but the long journey was to come. she had 34 credits with a 4.0 and GPA, but had no clue what she wanted to do. On the day of her graduation she showed up a whole 63 minutes late, because she was too iffy about the whole situation. she thought that since she was top notch in high school that she wouldn't dare make it in the real world. everyone kept giving her vigorous and slick compliments congratulating her, but at the same time wondering how in the hell did she make it. She wasn't your average valet DE tori an. I wonder if you noticed that i spelled that wrong because she was all wrong for the job. She had got accepted into over ten colleges, some of the top at that but she didn't want to go. She finally decided that MAYBE she would become a lawyer, so HOWARD LAW was her choice. She showed up with not one lick of home work, none of the supplies, and not type of understanding. After about a week when they noticed her hazardous ways weren't going to change they called her to the office. All of the deans and the college board president went over her transcript one last time and noticed that they over looked one huge dis advantage. Her outstanding grades led to the overlooking when they carefully noticed that the reason she was so outstanding in school was because she was in the special-ed program, and at her school she was the smartest of the dummies.

Art Is Formed

Art is a creative evolution all over. It can be the drastic and painfull art or the art of my wonderful teacher Bridgette. Noone knows what art really is. Is it a plain old boring snapshot or is it the painting of the one who drew the Mona Lisa. Art isn't art until someone says it is... Or Not??? Chris Brown says that his music is art but others believe that the scratching voices of R & B isn't such.. So then what is art? In a daycare a two year old may believe that the intense scribble scrabble for their parents is art, but in the big city and the real world others would not. Madea(TylerPerry) gets on the set and tares it all to hell, she shouts, shoots her gun, and has intense profanity.. So is her work art. Many people who go and see the movies and plays believe so she has thousands of fans, but there is always that one person who opinion matters the most that will say it isn't. That one and another one believes that it's just a screen play that is making money... So then it isn't art. Why do people opinions matter? Why cant art be whatever it wants to be or does it have to be labeled as art by that one famous person or that one that has a million galleries or maybe even the one person who wrote the art history book. ITS ART!!!