SiCK*


"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,

My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?

What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

[Shel Silverstein]

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Indonesian Outrage..*
Plane destroyed Ackward muffled crying
Hundreds of people killed in 2005.
12 survived Police gunfire
A journey of homicide victims.
Capsized 650 miles of Meadow Heights Road
In Randallstown hundreds of people gathered
Midnight Friday leaders demanding
Someone to blame, when disappeared Monday
Rain caused murder rate to wash to shore
Whatever the reason, similar scenes awaited.


Articles:
12 Reported Alive 90 Dead in Crash of Indonesian Jet.
Where's the outrage over black-on-black killings?

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Listening to: Counting Crows - A Long December




2006 was a year full of many memories. While growing up a person always hears that their Junior Year is the best year of their high school career. I can tell you first hand, it wasn't that big of a deal. Prom came and went in a heartbeat and even though it was nice, it didn't last forever.

So, what is it you ask I think of when I think of the year 2006?
-I think of softball. We had a crazy coach, and last year after a practice he yelled at our team about how we weren't dedicated and then up and quit the next day. Personally, I was overjoyed when that man left. He made every weekend more like a hastle, and not fun. He was more like a little kid, how he yelled. It was as if he had a ten year old stuck inside his body. Sort of like a rip off Robin Williams in Jack minus the humor. First hand, I have to say, that was one of the best moments of my 2006 year. Because honestly I don't think I would still be playing if he coached.

-My first cheerleading experience, and will definitely be my last. I will have to admit, I now have to say it is a sport, before I didn't think it was. But one things for sure.. Its HARD to lift a person!

-The oh so obvious "Before Night Falls" Prom 2006. It came and went, and it wasn't as major as I thought it would be. Of course, everyone looks and feels like royalty but its over and done with and it was only one night. To think... Some girls wait their whole lives for that one moment. I wasn't one of them but I still had fun.

-There are many other moments that I can recall during the year 2006. But honestly, so much has happened its difficult to remember and you probably wouldn't want to read it all. Like:
-war
-love ♥
-Hollywood
-heartbreak
-death
and so on. Reading these a person could probably name a few off their heads after hearing that list.

War = Iraq

Love = what they have or lack there of

Hollywood = People acting like complete ridiculous and in a week people forget that Britney Spears held her baby on her lap while driving

Death = The great James Brown, the heartwarming Dana Reeve, and the adventurous Steve Irwin.


New Years
There is a tradition for just about everyone out there. Most is that people get really drunk. But is that really a good way to start the year over? With a hangover that is so bad they can't even walk. I'm not saying this because of experience or anything but just seeing people, and hearing them. I know that's not the way I would want to start the New Year, but that's just my opinion.

Resolutions
Do they really last? It kind of seems like its just something to make a person get motivated by the New Year, but when its January 14th their resolution is pretty much down the drain. I will hold mine for as long as I can. Even though it may seem easy for other people, I am giving up biting my nails. It may seem easy but I have a feeling it will be difficult. So I will keep my fingers crossed and away from my mouth and see how far it takes me...

In closing, I will leave you with these lyrics.


It's been a long December & there's reason to believe,
maybe this year will be better than the last.
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself,
to hold on to these moments as they pass.
Counting Crows - A Long December


Even though people get excited about leaving this place. I will first hand say that I will miss it when I go to college. So I will
"hold on to these moments as they pass."

♥

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Listening to: Angels and Airwaves - The Adventure



Imagine what it would be like to have no sight and then one day, life as you knew it completly changed--in a good way. Seeing colors for the first time would be one of the most beautiful things a person couldn't even describe. When I think about colors, two movies come to mind. The Wizard of Oz and Pleasantville.








The colors are so vibrant and alive. It is amazing and I know that Patricia Stanton must have felt the exact same way when she went through her corneal transplant.


"Her case sums up why we do what we do - the opportunity to save a life or enhance a life."

After reading that I know it inspires me to want to donate my organs when I die. I will live on with someone else, in their life. I will be a part of them, as they will be a part of me. To know that when you die you can help other people live, must inspire a person to do good and help others in need. I know it inspires me to do so. Which is why I'm 100% for organ donation. Live on! In other people ♥

-Sam

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"Music is amazing to me and I would say that people need music to live.
This self expression and freedom of music helps make people who we
are. I know thats not all that makes us but it is a huge part of my life
and hopefully many other peoples lives."--Autumn


I completely agree with Autumn when it comes to music. It helps us deal with problems in our life, and we can just feel free listening to the melody of a rock, or melencoly beat. And the great part about it is, is that there is such a wide variety of music through out this world that a person can listen to whatever they want depending on their mood. One minute it would be rap and the next classical. I don't know what i would do without music in throughout my day, i know that its a major part of my life. I listen to it when i wake up and throughout most of the whole evening as well. And when i don't listen to it, I always have a song in my head. Who knows where we would be today without music, all i know is that the world would be completely different.

-Sam

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Throughout this blog you will probably chuckle or giggle, or on the other hand, you might find this post completely useless, but personally I'm a tad confused....?






Arms. What a wierd word to describe to limbs hanging from your body. I personally despise mine. Unfortunately, there is nothing i can do about them, but on with the post. Daily I hear comments about how I am extremely strong, and I can beat people up, and i honestly have NO idea why? I mean I have muscles just like EVERYONE ELSE and my arms are bigger then say, a scrawny freshman, but when people look at me do they see Hulk Hogan in female form? Or is it like Bruce Banner, I'm nice and friendly to everyone but if i get upset the Incredible Hulk is unleashed?


OR




after seeing those pictures, I would prefer being the scrawny freshman. At least then I wouldn't have to hesitate about wearing a tank top, in fear of stupid comments. But anyway, a certain someone (name with held) last year said during one of my study halls:

"Dude...she could destroy you."

And that quote just sort of stuck with me. Am I ripped to the point of destruction? Does it look like I body build? No! I don't think so, So I don't understand that. Then, the other day a person in Hamburg said something about putting money on me during a fight. (Mandee you know who i'm talking about E.T. or whatever.)
People I don't even know have these visions of me. WHY?!?

At first I thought maybe its because I play softball? That could be a reason. But its not like that sport is as physical as football, or wrestling. Now if I played sports like that I would completely understand the comments, but its softball. Its not a contact sport, unless you are talking about a bat hitting a ball. Thats pretty much about it, and the occasional hit by pitch. And when I do get hit by a pitch, I never charge the mound even though people probably think I would. Since I can "destroy" anyone.

Then maybe I thought hmm.... maybe its because I played little league baseball with all the guys. But then about a second later I realized I was 12, and if thats why, then thats plain stupid.

Then at times I think.. well its better to be able to defend myself, then to be too skinny and weak to not be able to do anything. But when it comes to people actually TALKING about my arms... its a different story.

So I would just like to know, why do people think I can beat people up. I'm a genuinely nice person, who would never hurt anyone. I mean I feel bad when I see road kill. I don't understand. I mean my arms are "big" (if you could even use that word. Saying it makes me think of Macho Man--the slim jim guy.) but i'm not ripped, and I don't take steroids. So.... why?

-Sam

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While reading Slaughterhouse-five, by Kurt Vonnegut many strong opinions arouse while discussing World War II and the Vietnam War. Billy Pilgrim, the main character in the story fought and survived World War II, unlike the war that took place in Vietnam. Vonnegut states on page 135 with extreme sarcasm:



"...learned that the boy's father had been killed in Vietnam -in the famous five-day battle for Hill 875 near Dakto. So it goes."
(Vonnegut, 135.)



Kurt Vonnegut's opinion of the Vietnam War is very obvious. He believes the war took place for no given reason. Vonnegut went into detail when he explained the death of the boys father, knowing full well that the reader had absolutely no idea where Hill 875 near Dakto was, unless a war Veteran was reading the story. I can honestly say, even though I have taken U.S. History, that I can not fully recall what the United States role was during the Vietnam War. The only thing I can remember is the U.S. helping South Vietnam because they were not Communist, unlike North Vietnam. Unlike that war, if a person pulled me aside and asked me what the roll of the United States in World War II was I could talk about Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and so on. Pilgrim believes we entered Vietnam for now reason, and WWII was more important.

In my opinion, war is war, I feel like i'm almost becoming Vonnegut when he says repeatidly "so it goes." About every day on the news we are told another soldier has died in Iraq. Its routine, and I feel terrible that they die, but it is almost just like another death. I do know a few people personally who are in Iraq at the moment, and everytime I hear the news I hold my breath when they talk about who has died. I just hope it ends soon, so the brave soldiers can come home safely.


-Sam

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Listening to:American Hi-Fi - The Rescue



Department of Motor Vehicles. My god, I hate that place! If only words could describe. I will tell you my wonderful story on why i hate this place with a complete and utter passion. -- Friday the 13th was the day I had my road test scheduled (ironic i know.) Your probably thinking, maybe she ran into a pole or hit a car parked on the side of the road. Well if thats what you thought, its wrong. (haha. Personally i think i'm a very good driver. Thank you very much!) Anyway, for some that don't know, that was the day of the "October Storm" and Buffalo pretty much became a hazard zone. Apparently the DMV employee that was suppose to grade my test got stuck there. I understand the storm was terrible and Buffalo is still in rough shape from it all, but i just think that the people that are grading the test in that area should live there, thats just my opinion. So my road test got cancelled.


Today, October 25th, I had my road test rescheduled. I couldn't take it AGAIN. And I'm not making this up, some people are probably thinking, she probably failed because she went to Dunkirk. Because aparently if you go to Dunkirk you "automatically fail" because they don't pass anyone. But in my opinion, it shouldn't matter where you go, if you can't drive it shouldn't matter where you go to take it. I'm sitting in the drivers seat and the man asks for everything I have. My permit, my 5 hour course sheet, and then the one thing i don't have. Apparently, your parent or guardian has to sign a sheet saying you have driven for over 20 hours. Which I had NO idea they had to. I had NEVER seen that sheet in my life. Also, the awesome people that grade you don't even carry them. I have had my permit for over a year, its just logical that i have been driving for over 20 hours.


Why do they always seem so person friendly?!? (Thats sarcasm.) Almost everyone i know went to different places and no matter where they go, their "grader" is never nice. Its like they take their job WAY to seriously, all they do is move from car to car. They act like they work for the U.S. government inspecting something that will cause a world war. Its not that big of a deal grading a road test. (No offense to any of the graders out there reading this i just don't understand why they are so mad all the time.) Personally, I think that job would be easy and if i had it i would be really happy and nice to the drivers. First, they are probably scared to death having to drive a car with someone whom they have never met sitting in the passenger seat inspecting you like you have a disease or something. Its uncomfortable.


So for all of you DMV employees, put a smile on. Life isn't that bad, and your life could always be worse. I've said my peace.


Ohh.. and my road test is rescheduled for November 8th. Third times a charm. Even though technically I never took it the first two times.


Signing off.

--Sam

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