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Dinner tonight. Spent with friends;happiness.

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There was once a Robot named CubeX, He lived alone in a big white box. All of the other Robots were designed to help people and to do things, but CubeX had not discovered his purpose in "life" yet. 

He decided one day he would be bold and daring and build something! Something unlike anything anyone else had done. He invented the PadOmeter!

What this invention did was  flung in a projectile manner sanitation napkins onto lockers. It became a new sport!

He would look at himself in the mirror and tell himself he was a genius.

But one day he took a really close look and discovered he was nothing but a joke!

He walked out of the big door that said, "EXIT" and was never seen again.

Have my smile, probably in denial.

 

Lenea bangs chest ferociously 

comfortable1114 cracks the hell up and almost falls out of chair

comfortable1114 then realizes that he made the uptown tweak list making him fancy now

Lenea jumps up in joy and rushes to check the list to see if she, too is fancy

Lenea is also fancy 

comfortable1114 rejoices in his friends new found fanciness and throws a "I'm fancy now" debutant ball in celebration of the commemorative event

Lenea wears her freakum dress to the event because ofcourse- fanciness is a privelege not a promise- and must be kept 

Lenea encounters Chris Brown at said debutant 

comfortable1114 throws chris brown the fuck out because he came in the wrong lambo disgracing the "Lamborghini Truck you ain't even seen it yet charity", thus making Tweakin OFK Lay the new chairman of the board

Lenea celebrates the event by showcasing her new Lamborghini Truck at the "Lambotghini Truck you ain't even seen it yet charity" but P.Diddy hops in and tries to steal it 

10:13 PM

comfortable1114 allows the thievery of Tweakin OFK Lays Lamborghini Truck because P. Diddy has his money up fucking with them white folks and there isn't really anything in his power to stop him. In exchange Diddy has to throw Tweakin OFK Lay's video all up on the Muh Effin youtube

Lenea gathers her nephews to search for blues clues but sees a link about a new rap bitch so she clicks it. She thought her computer had a virus but realized that the rappin bitch resembled miley cyrus. She decided to simmer them hips before replyin

A story that a friend and I collaborated on in the beginning of the school year. We were exploring ichat. Please excuse the foul language. 

Four Words:Justin Bieber, Celebrity Game.

​Trevor's List of Embarrassment:

#451: Singing "Staying Alive" by the Bee Gees, at the top of our lungs and with stomachs full of pasta and cheese, in the middle of Passyunk Ave. ("Well you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man.  No time to talk..")

Fell in love, now I'm stuck.

Life’s moments tick by quickly with no intention of slowing,
And I still miss you.
Though moments fade into weeks and weeks pass by,
Here you lay, within my mind.

My body is unwilling to forget the dancing of our tongues,
My fingers in your hair that you’ve let grow too long,
The touch of your rough fingers pulling me closer, but never close enough.
Two bodies coming together as one in a musical rhythm,
As though we could touch souls if only we were close enough,
If only our two bodies were so entwined with one another that,
We couldn’t find where one body began and the other ended.

My mind refuses to let the memory of you fade,
I’m either actively thinking of your color-changing eyes,
Or I fall unknowingly into a sleep filled with dreams of your sparkling smile,
Never escaping, never able to let go of bittersweet memories,
Heavy on the bitter because each memory brings with it a shadow of agony.

But mostly I hold on to you, keeping you here in my mind,
Because my heart holds on to you,
Never daring to let go of something that took it so completely.
I gave you my heart without intending to do so,
This organ pulsating inside of me, keeping me alive,
It belongs to you and this possession was beyond my control,
Beyond the control of a mortal mind.
And though you refuse to claim this object as yours,
It belongs to you.
You can’t refuse a child that has your blood running through it,
Your genetic make up showing itself in the child’s eyes that look so much like yours.
This piece of me that keeps me going day after day is yours,
It always has been.

And if I never hear your lyrical voice bringing comfort,
Or feel your warm skin against my chilled flesh,
I want you to know that no matter where you hide or for how long,
You will always be mine, as surely as I will always be yours,
And I hope that you keep me in your thoughts,
Because I promise you that I couldn’t lose you if I wanted to,
After all, the most important part of me is the part you hold.

This is from a paper I wrote sophomore year.

My speech improved but I sill struggled. When saying a long sentence I would stumble across words and would have to repeat myself multiple times. It was irritating but I managed, with the exception of one thing; people couldn't take me seriously. Every time I opened my mouth when I was mad, frustrated, or sad people would just crack up. The more I talked the more they would laugh. I was powerless. My voice became my enemy. I could no longer use it to my advantage. I decided to keep my mouth shut and not talk.  It was the only sensible thing to do. When I was around people who would constantly laugh at my lisp even after the entertainment weared off, I would just keep quiet. 

....to be continued

I don't actually own this videos, although I helped make them so I can't upload them, I have to post the links to the youtube video, so I hope thats okay. all these videos have me in them, and I helped make them the first ones the best


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIU2_uJyKDs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpBvzNXWK-I

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kT4qmItX9JU

6 word story: there's no school, its presidents day =D

Parkour is my art, its about moving freely, and feeling the flow, youtube it

I think the headline says it all... o.O

Nine one one , what's your emergency?

I <3 FREDA!

Sunday, 12:01 AM.
I just conquered posting my weekend stories in 10 minutes. I am a genius.

I've decided on my college; Monmouth University.
It's in West Long Branch, New Jersey. I'm really excited because I will be a criminal justice major.(:

Here is a picture for you.
(Me, Mommy, and Daddy when I was a baby(: )
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I am soooo excited because I just got accepted into the Honors Program at Philadelphia University!  Philadelphia University has been my top college choice for a while now, and I am pretty sure that I will be attending that school in the fall.  A few months ago, I heard the great news of my acceptance into the Biology program.  Now, not only will I be studying biology; I will also be allowed to take at least seven honors courses, which are basically just more challenging versions of the courses that I will already be required to take.  I am a little nervous and unsure of how intense these classes will be, but I know that the high quality education that I have received over the last few years at SLA has prepared me well.  I can not wait to start my life as a biology major!

I just realized it was 11:50 at night and I don't remember if I posted a story yesterday.
I hate this everyday story thing. It's really hard to keep track when you work and stuff on the weekend.
I think I missed 4 or 5 already. AWESOME. THAT'S LIKE 20 POINTS. WTF.

Yesterday, Jake Lotkowski (sp) and Jhonas Dunakin came over for my brother. When I got home, they were in my basement creating havoc on my nice, peaceful house.

Today I had work. Tomorrow night, I have work. Currently, I am watching Ghost Adventures.

Well Mr. Chase, here's another poem.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Storytelling class is fun,
but these every day stories are killing me.

(: Sincerely,
Melissa.

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Another memory in the hospital is when i feel in love with this boy and he had bought a valentine for me and even woke up really early to give it too me. one of the nurses rushed in and took me downstairs to the gift shop to get a valentine for him also so it wouldn't be one sided. I paid for it of course so it's okay. we went back up and walked into the teen room where he was waiting. he looked at me and smile and i smiled back then we slid each other our valentines. I can't remember fully after that but we did talk alot. i'd always go to his room cause he was sicker. Unfortunately he passed away and i was crushed. but i still have his card that he gave me. sometimes i look at the card and go over all the memories i just wish he didn't have to go. 

She has gypsy blood hidden in her veins.
His father was a quiet man.
She has a long-lost sibling.
He lost a sibling long ago.
She drowned library books in a murky pond.
He wanted to be a priest.
She wanted to be a nun.
He spoke Chinese.
She taught herself Spanish but daydreamed in French.
He kept his faith.
She lost hers.
He built a car.
She wanted six boys.
He wanted five girls.
She scuba dived.
He was once invited to join.
They scuba dived.
She knew what she wanted in her youth.
He has yet to decide.
She bleached her hair blond and smoked her mother's cigarettes.
He is tall.
She is short.
They met while doing heroic things.
She the ears.
He the hands.
They were romantic.
They were spontaneous.
They married on a holiday.
They danced to Ella Fitzgerald.  
They planned.
They bought an abandoned house.
They reproduced.
They made a home.
Every now and again they share a tale of times long since past.
Their children doubt.
Perhaps because of selfishness.
Perhaps because these same voices read them fictional tales.
They age.
They tire.
They grow jaded.
Yet they ensure that for however fleeting a time their children never age.
Never tire.
Never grow jaded.
They go to the movies.
They giggle as they clean.
They disgust the young with public displays of affection.
They have spoiled.

Another memory in the hospital is when i feel in love with this boy and he had bought a valentine for me and even woke up really early to give it too me. one of the nurses rushed in and took me downstairs to the gift shop to get a valentine for him also so it wouldn't be one sided. I paid for it of course so it's okay. we went back up and walked into the teen room where he was waiting. he looked at me and smile and i smiled back then we slid each other our valentines. I can't remember fully after that but we did talk alot. i'd always go to his room cause he was sicker. Unfortunately he passed away and i was crushed. point is , if you really love someone please please cherish them you might not have them tomorrow