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I hope nobody gets offended by this but...
I HATE THE CITY!!!
I'm totally the opposite of my brother who absolutely loves the city and can only stand being in the country for about a week or two. Okay, maybe I don't hate the city, but I really really don't like it that much. I would much rather live on a farm in the country or something like that. I feel so confined and miserable in the city. Being in the country gives me a comfortable, warm, relaxed feeling. That is where my heart is- it is roaming the countryside as I sit here confined in this small room, blogging.

Lalalalalala

I have all these wonderful ideas on things I should write about. But by the time I actually get online I don't feel like it any more. We have 8 more days of school left and I am totally ready for summertime. My cross-country coach came up to me last Thursday and said "Get changed, we have practice today." I was like whoa!!!! because school hadn't even ended yet.. oh well. It'll be good for me to get back in shape soon. When I'm not staying active I really can't eat much or else I feel sick. Now, I'm going to write about people with disabilities.

Addison wrote about how as he gets older, he notices the badness of the world, in a sense. Disabled people are lucky (depending on the kind of disability). Most of them are unaware of all the evil in this world. They know only what they see and feel as people come to take care of them and minister to them. They give and receive love easily for they know not feelings of betrayal enough to close their hearts to others. Even as they grow older, most of them remain as innocent as little children. The hurts of one day are soon forgotten as they find someone else to pour their affections on. Yes, some may say they are to be pitied. But I think, they ought to be envied more than pitied.

Immigration Laws

I know a lot of people have been talking about this whole immigration mess. Now's my turn.
Personally, I think America should make up her mind. The Chinese try to LEGALLY immigrate in and everyone says, "NO!! DON'T LET THEM IN!!! AUGH!!! THEY ARE STEALING OUR JOBS!!! KICK THEM OUT!!! KICK THEM OUT!!"
Now, everyone is saying to the Mexicans, who immigrated ILLEGALLY, "LET THEM STAY!! LET THEM STAY!! WE NEED THEM!! THEY HAVE ALL OUR JOBS, WE CAN'T LET THEM GO!! YOU'RE RACIST IF YOU KICK THEM OUT!!"
hmm.. there's something funny going on there...
My mom said that the reason most of them wanted to come here anyways was because they were criminals. Now they come to america and start gangs and murder more people. AND THEY GET AWAY WITH IT TOO!!!
We can't kick them out, supposedly, because then we'd be racist or would starve because we can't do the jobs that the Mexicans are doing now. We didn't have a problem with racism when we kept out the Chinese! and when we stuck all the Japanese in camps during the war! Why is it suddenly such a big issue? They should have thought of this earlier!
What's the big deal? Why can't the immigrants just do it legally like the millions before them? Why? Are they scared? If they are honest citizens what reason have they to be afraid?
but no, America is too stupid and blind to see the truth, to think LOGICALLY.

A Laughing Matter

Today in the car, I was talking to my dad.
Me: "I'm not spoiled, I'm just loved!"
Dad: *laughs*

See? It makes sense!

Me:"You're mean!"
Dad: "I'm not mean, I just tell the truth!"

See? It makes sense!

I'm not spoiled, I'm just loved.
I'm not mean, I just tell the truth.
I'm not evil, I just like to plot.

Happy Mother's Day!

I am devoting this entire post to my own mother. I, personally, think my mom is the perfect mother. She hardly ever gets mad at me, no matter how bad I am. She knows when to back off and when to push for more. She knows my limits even better than I do, but lets me discover them for myself. She shows me that she trusts me in some areas, but that I must earn her trust in others. She is kind, forgiving, gentle.. pretty much all the fruit of the spirit. All who know her speak of her with love and admiration. She bears all things without complaining and almost always has a positive view of things.

I love you mommy.

Sorry guys...

I really don't have anything interesting to write about...
I'm just glad that soccer season is over. Now I can't wait for school to be over.
AHA! I think I'll write about music.
One thing that I've noticed about piano music is that I find songs from movies and video games much easier to play. A song is half skill in playing and half feeling. When I play classical music, I cannot bring forth the feelings from my heart. It is only when I play songs from video games that I can let the music flow forth from my soul.

*GLARE*

I am upset at two special people at this moment! And one of them better start talking before I appear on his doorstep and force it out of him. *determined glare* I... am... very... ... aggravated. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
There.. it's good to get that out of my system. It is extremely aggravating tho because I am going to constantly think about it.. and worry about it.. until I get an explanation *_*

The mind

The mind is a fascinating thing. It can be the most efficient tool to some and a deadweight to others. Your mind either finds you inferior and only something worth making a fool of, or it partners with you in order to achieve great things. It is quite fascinating to watch someone who has little... control over their mind. They are so hampered that they cannot seem to break free and achieve what they want. It is quite amusing to watch. I have a wonderful opportunity since one of my teachers appears to be... ensnared by her mind. I will not state her name because some would view it as impudence instead of me merely wishing to state my opinion. I feel that if I do not say something about this soon I shall burst, so I am following the desire of my mind. Ensnared people are the easiest to control and the most amusing to watch. I have laughed until I cried out in pain when they try to take control and fail. Many may call me cruel and bitter, but perhaps it is true. I am mad that I am forced to take a class that decreases my IQ level rather than increases it. I am extremely upset about how inadequate the teacher seems. Even I, a freshman in highschool, could teach that class more efficiently. It is exasperating! Maddening! It is hard for me to limit myself to what I have written here because there is so much more inside me that wants to be heard! So, if you think that what I have written here is cruel and mean, it is only my way of staying calm and collected about this whole situation. If she can't handle our class, our class that is considered good, however is she going to survive through the following years?

two by two

Oftentimes, there are two sides to everything. Chocolate and vanilla, white and black, food and water, etc. The same goes for people.
There are two people on my soccer team who especially stood out to me. I will only tell you one name, the other shall remain unsaid. Patrice Jang, now a junior, was one. She was really nice and made a really good impression on me. Whenever I made a mistake in the game, she wouldn't put me down for it, she would simply and nicely show me how to do better. She commended everyone on what they did right, and overall ignored our bad side. She was one of the few people that treated me as an actual member of the team and showed me respect as a team mate. The other girl, whose name shall remain unsaid, was just the opposite. It seemed that every word that came out of her mouth was said in a snide, sneering, mean way that made me feel useless and depressed. If I didn't know something and asked for clarification, she would make fun of me for not knowing. Everything anyone did was wrong in her eyes and invited ridicule. To be perfectly honest, it is really hard not to hate her. There is a big difference between these two people. One makes others feel positive, happy, and like a human being. The other makes others feel depressed, negative, and worse than dirt. Another difference is that I would willingly do almost anything for Patrice, while I would be very reluctant to do something for the other girl. Which one would you rather be? Think about it.