Good To See You

What do you do when you have no outlet to say or do anything?  You can't talk to your parents.  You can't talk to your younger siblings.  You have no real outer family to talk to.  You can't talk to a shrink.  You no longer have high school teachers to vent out to.  Your friends are gone.  You realize you have no outlet.  Then you remember that you have a blogger account from sophomore year. You read your old posts that are about 2 to 3 years old.  You see how much you have changed and how much you are still the same.  How much your life has changed and how  much it is different.  What do you do when you have no outlet to say or do anything?  YOU BLOG.  I have decided to keep the old blogs on this because it is and always will be apart of me and It will hold all of the memories of what was. But just because this has old blogs, doesn't mean I will post things up that are school appropriate for a grade.  I will type down what comes to mind, when it comes to mind.  Like a diary. I am not afraid to share because I have nothing to hide.  This is my first blog as a 18 year old. As a High School graduate.  As a new me.


"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed,
  revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone."   - AUDREY HEPBURN
                          

Audrey Hepburn

My SOPHMORE YEAR ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

My sophmore year was full of dissapointments as well as a lot of excitement.  When I first started this year, I thought it would be easier... Well I was wrong... I feel that what I expected from my sophmore year was not what I got as an expirence. 
Though my friends had stayed the same, and I have also made new ones, This year was very dramatic.  I also realize that freshman are horrible!!!!!!!!!! and I feel that with my junior coming, the freshmen next year will be even worse. My hobbies have stayed the same.  I like to draw, and read, and play sports.  I feel that I am also growing tired of my AP classes, but I have two more years and then college.  I am amazed at how fast time flys, and how much and how little things could change.  For example; My relationships with everyone have stayed the same.  But I have also created new relationships with new people.  My sophmore year, though a big dissapointment from my freshman year, was kind of fun.  I realize that as we grow up, we are not to be the babies anymore.  When we became sophmores we were now the older brothers and sisters, kind of the middle children so to speak.  As we grow older and assume our roles as Seniors, we will finally be the oldest.  We will also have the most influence.

Each year about highschool is about growing up...  As much as we highschool students do not want to grow up, we will have to. I think that every year is a different expirence, and I won't underestermate next year!

Donuts

I went with Kenny Doan to the donut shop, down the street from our school, and had alot of fun.  While I was eating my donut,  I realize that the donut may be the best creation of sweet things ever.  I Love donuts.  they are sooo Delicious.  They have so many different types. All have their own unique flavor.  Yummy.  I enjoy them.  I also love to make them with different ingredients.  Basically, you can make a donut out of anything. Whether it is out of bananas or cake mix, as long as it is good.  My favorite has cream or even chocolate.  I could eat a lot of them.  Or probably win a donut eating contest.  When people get creative, that's when the donuts really look yummy.  Coffee and hot chocolate, and chocolate milk really bring out the flavor in donuts.  They can also be stereotypical.  I mean cops are known for always snaking on a donut.  Homer from the Simpsons always is eating donuts.  It should be Americas favorite dessert.

Cartooning?♪

As part of our six week grade (Besides the ton of research paper/ and blogging) we have to create a cartoon about a book we have read in our spare time.... I personally have read a ton of books... But none have been good enough to create cartoons.  It is a little nerve raking but I will find a book soon.  But anyways this cartooning website is suuuuper annoying because, if your story has more than one character, the website only provides one free one... the rest YOU have to pay for.  Like I said annoying, but I will find someway to make it better.  Maybe by using google.  Ohwell.  I can't wait to see other students work on their books.  Maybe their summaries will be cool.  Maybe some will be lame. I do not like the website we are supposed to use, so I might find a different one.

Blog #5 NINJAS♪

You have your spies, that use weapons.  They are either good or evil.  They either work for the man or for himself.  Either way, if you are going to be a spy.... Be a NINJA! THEY ARE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

COOOOOOOL!  They use their bodies and minds.  If they want to kick your but they can.  They are ones with nature itself.  They use all types of awesome weapons such as shuriken and smoke bombs.  They can do cool tricks and dress in black to blend in the night.  Ninjas can be viewed in sooo many different ways.  They can be small and sweet.  Ugly and evil, oooor strong and evil/ good.  I would love to be  a ninja.  It sounds like alot of fun and exercise.  I guess I am just rambling.  I think we should have more point of veiw blogs.  On like how ninjas are cool or what we are think about.  Ninjas are also in tons of movies.  They also kick alot of butt.  I love ninjas.  That is why my slam poem was about them.  It described them and what you have to do to be a ninja.

Blog#4, Breaking Hearts and not knowing about what you did?

Sooo I am sitting in the woodshop room, because I need to do my blog ahead of time, if not I will get behind in work and I do not need a bad grade.  Buuut anyways, what do you do when you break someones heart? or what if you don't even know how or what you did to break their heart? Well, as I am sitting here a boy (NOT NAMING NAMES) says i broke his heart!  I didn't even know we had a relationship or that I knew him well enough to break his heart.  Honestly it's a little creepy but ohwell.  It bothered me though because I am not a mean person.  But this is my blog... I will probably do a blog #4 part two, just incase this doesn't count as a liable blog for

English.

The lost boys ☼



Lost Boys on the move



After watching this video, it makes me wonder about how great some countries say they are.  We have tons of footage on this event that had happened, but then you look back and you realize, what did America do that really helped in the begining.  We had helped these children in the middle of the issue and the end, but what about the beining.  I felt sad that no one had helped them as much as they could.  The boys were so skinny and helpless. and then you hear about how many that had died from gunpoint, starvation or even being eaten by the wild inhabitants (such as lions and crocodiles).  No child should ever have to do that and no child should ever be taught one man for hiself.  You could see the pain on their faces.  They seemed to long for safety, their families, and food...  Why can't people just get along?

One of the few surviving lost boys