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You Are...
You are my royal title in this monarchy-less age.
You are the nearby stick to my poo-covered shoe.
You are the French checkbook to my American Revolution.
You are used by me and appeased by metaphors.
New
To leave and forget myself in time,
Surrounded by unfamiliar faces,
But feel as though I am blind.
To be somewhere that the world embraces,
A height that I could never climb,
And all the memories this city erases,
But leaves me with eternal sublime.
Stranded
6 word story
At Least That's What She Thought
She fell for the drunk him. He was funny and talkative, just like her. Danced and had a good time and that s what she loves, anyone that can have a good time. But then when she started to date him she seen the loving and caring sober side of him. She jumped into the relationship. Everything was fine. He loved her and she loved him. But what went wrong? They spent every second that they could together but that wasn't it.
He drinks but isn't that how she started to fall for him? He drink too much. He becomes obnoxious. No one likes him drunk. They can't understand how she can put up with him. She is blinded by love but sooner or later the drinking had to stop. She no longer liked his drunk side.
They spent the weekend down the shore. She was buzzed he was plastered. He didn't want anything to do with her. She was secretly annoyed. She went her way and he went his. She found her ex and he found more beers. The ex brought back old feelings and the beers began to blur right from wrong.
They went to bed together. He was drunk and she was confused. Now she didn't want anything to do with him and he wanted to be part of her world. They didn't talk when they got home and when they did, she confronted him about the drinks.
He denied all of it. He doesn't drink that much. He was able to walk. But was he able to judge what he was doing or how he was acting? She continued to tell him how she felt.
They didn't get far. They haven't talked and nothing is the same. He no longer showed how much he loved her. She never told him how much she cared. She questioned their love. They were in love. At least that's what she thought.
Sometimes
3.9
I wish I had amnesia so I could forget what you look like. What you did was wrong in so many ways. But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment since you left – all I did was think about you. You made me love you in a desperate way. All I wanted was your smell- your arms around me. It was wrong for me to feel that way. That’s what I hated the most.
3.9
I wish I had amnesia so I could forget what you look like. What you did was wrong in so many ways. But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment since you left – all I did was think about you. You made me love you in a desperate way. All I wanted was your smell- your arms around me. It was wrong for me to feel that way. That’s what I hated the most.
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In the Black?: The History of Black Operations in the United States - By Michael Dea and Henry Yam
Our
project relates to the NHD theme because it is applicable in both debates and
diplomacy. Our project’s topic has two sides one can argue. This, in and of
itself, is the very basis of debate. Since it is not a one-way argument, with
one person 100% right and the other 100% wrong, it fits into the category of
“debatable,” and therefore is applicable to that category of the NHD topic. A
definition of “diplomacy” is the “subtly skillful handling of a situation,”
according to the wordnetweb.princton.edu site. Therefore, according to this
definition, “Black Operations” is a topic that fits nicely into this category.
Covert operations classified as “Black Ops” tend to be high-risk and need to be
handled with a massive amount of care. Without the care that is used, there
could be catastrophic results. Due to this match in definitions, the topic of
“Black Ops” is applicable to the NHD topic category of “democracy.”
"Holding Cell" by Rebecca Rainis
Maya and I
Me: hi
Me: skip
Maya: :S
Me: most of them will be at NHD
Maya: oh my
Me: hopefully lena will take over
Maya: lmao
Me: there's an example solution in there
Random Conversation
Lady: What you got in your hear?
Me: Excuse me?
Lady: What you got in your hair for it to be like that?
Me(confused): Ummm Nothing...haha
Lady: It's natural?
Me(still confused): Yes...
Lady: Well why can't my hair be like that, haha
Me: Haha(nervouse), I don't know
*Puts head phones back in slowly, still nervously laughing*
Should've Seen it Coming
Repite, por favor.
"I have no idea what you just said."
"Oh. I guess I should work on my articulation."
Excuse me?
"I have no idea what you just said."
"Oh. I guess I should work on my articulation.
Excuse me?
"I have no idea what you just said."
"Oh. I guess I should work on my articulation.
Call of Duty: Black Ops
"Here, you know how to do it?" Josh says handing me the remote
"No" I say still hopping
He gives me directions
"Okay I think I got it...ahh why did he shoot me!?"
"Because that's what they do"
"Ugh"
5 minutes and 8 deaths later
"Yay I finally got em'!"
"Ummm, Pookie, he was on your team"
Rose
Money
What do money actually bring
If you just look around and not just in the pockets
For the love of money makes life so out of pocket
It's the government main topic
It's something we spend, but afraid to drop it
It's the root of all evil but a piece of security
It provide food, clothes, and expensive jewelry
Money has a dark side and a light side
Do you spend your money wisely?
Yes?
No?
Maybe?
Probably?
A thought
In class today, we were talking about a new way of posting our stories. Instead of doing it in a blog post, we would use google docs. This idea became and caused (what seemed to be) a huge debate in our class. Everyone was talking over each other and things got confusing.
I thought that maybe if we had listened more to each other, and if we were more organized, then maybe things wouldn't have turned out the way they had. Nothing gets done with yelling and anger.
Just saying
Mi amigos
2011 Carver Science Fair
IncidentZ chapt3sec5
“no man you’re a great brother, bad brothers get along” he smiled
“well I guess your being a bad brother right now huh” we laughed
“I guess so, but now’s a good time….i appreciate you taking over when I was…well you know.”
“sure…can I ask you something”
“sure”
Jacob paused for a while. “how much do you like Jen” I laughed almost but kept it in
“go for her man” Jacob looked up and smiled
“thanks”
shortly after looking at the guns I made a decision. So far this store had a entertainment room, a sleeping quarters , a food center, a parkour area. We even made a makeshift shower out of the water system. The electric still worked and the water still ran. Even the internet worked, and xbox live had some people still online. It was really quite amazing. But if I thought about it eventually we will run out of supplies, eventually we will run out of everything. We need to learn how to survive. Before all of this I was a scout. I could shoot, and I could fight, but I can’t protect everyone.
I walked over to the food court and found john was the only one eating at the time, “hey john, I want to call a meeting help me by telling people when your done?”
“sure” he smiled “your coming up with your own ideas again?”
“maybe” I smiled and walked away. Things were looking up. I still felt empty but at least I had once again found purpose.
Eventually everyone gathered and I was able to talk to everyone. I explained my plan as best I could. We had guns, we had enough ammo to supply the U.S military, and we all had a will to kill. I was going to train them. All of them. John and ted would be in charge of the physical parts of it, and everyone will learn parkour, I would be in charge of gun safety and how to shoot 101. Everyone was to be armed by the time they were trained. “we will have our own personal army by Christmas hopefully if we work hard enough”
“why do we need this?” Dan my brother asked “arent we safe here?”
“yes, but we can’t live here forever, or at least not without restocking.” the meeting was over, and I was tired, I went to lay down and just sat there. The one thing about a zombie infested world. Everybody’s an insomniac.
“smit!” johns voice woke me up and he seemed almost out of breath “ I need to talk to you! Its important!” my heart skipped a beat, and I nodded and reached for my gun.