Believe Me

Man I wish I knew. I wish I knew it then. But I won’t let it stop me, you know I’ll be back again. All the mistakes I made, troubles that I live in. It shaped me into the person you see standing here. I wish you knew me. Back when I was young. You can see me and just how far I've come. So don’t judge me. You don’t know me. Please, believe me

You Are...

You are the baking soda to my acid burn.
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

I have wanted to be to many places,
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.





At Least That's What She Thought

​They are in love. At least thats what she thought. She knew that getting into a relationship wasn't the right thing to do, but he made her feel cared for and he made her feel loved. She started to fall. She found someone that she could relate to in all kinds of ways. He was from the same neighborhood, they grew up together but were never that close but because of this they were able to understand each others past. 

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.

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.

...

I always count on the humble, honest rhythm of a workman's hammer to put my mind at ease. That feeling of repetition, of building something bigger than ourselves without having to think about it and without asking for recognition that is so admirable it pales the work of any man with a masters degree in social work. The most beautiful part being that you probably don't even know the extent of what you are doing.You hold the sun on your backs and the world on your shoulders. You can be proud when you read this, but never let it change you because that is what keeps you so beautiful.

In the Black?: The History of Black Operations in the United States - By Michael Dea and Henry Yam

During our brainstorming, we both displayed a high interest in military actions by the United States, some of which are the centers of conspiracy theories due to the lack of information regarding them being released. After realizing the connection, we proposed to study covert operations, commonly known as “black operations” or “black ops” for short, initiated by the United States during war and peace times. Our research was broken up between the two of us. However, once we both gathered our secondary and primary sources, we collaborated on the compilation of the pertinent information that could be found in the sources we were going to use. Once we completed this and wrote up our articles, we had to determine a method of presenting what we learned. After we determined what we were going to create, we first compiled all our articles into a single dossier, housed within the proper Weebly formatting for a website. After this time, we began to add pictures, hyperlinks and other forms of media to our website to help decorate it. We compiled these, for easy access, in a library of photographs.

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.” 

Maya and I

Maya: yo robbie

Me: hi

Maya: smh wat r we gonna do tmrw in the physics classes?
Maya: ?!?!
Maya: lol

Me: skip
Me: lol jk

Maya: :S
Maya: lol

Me: most of them will be at NHD
Me: so im not stressing

Maya: oh my

Me: hopefully lena will take over

Maya: lucky u have lena i guess
Maya: lol

Me: she's more of a leader anyway
Me: yyeeahh
Me: i mean idk
Me: i'm just gonna be like
Me: you know what you gotta do
Me: hop to bukaroo
Me: (i'll sound just like ms. lauf)
Me: hahahaha
Me: and answer questions as best i can i guess
Me: they can't get mad at me
Me: and if they do who cares
Me: ok that was not very helpful
Me: did you check your emial? 

Maya: lmao
Maya: damn smh
Maya: haha
Maya: no

Me: there's an example solution in there

Maya: imma find sumthin

Me: yeah
Me: echols e-mailed us
Me: i think those will help if we get stuck

Maya: ok imma look

Random Conversation

*In my own Glee world, then lady hits*
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*

Repite, por favor.

​"So I've been thinking about this a lot recently.  Sometimes when I get all, you know, and then I'm like that. It's really weird because then yeah.  And you know how it is.  It's kind of like that, but not quite and really more, yeah. I don't know what to do.  What do you think?"

"I have no idea what you just said."

"Oh. I guess I should work on my articulation."    

Excuse me?

"So I've been thinking about this a lot recently.  Sometimes when I get all, you know, and then I'm like that. It's really weird because then yeah.  And you know how it is.  It's kind of like that, but not quite and really more, yeah. I don't know what to do.  What do you think?"

"I have no idea what you just said."

"Oh. I guess I should work on my articulation.    

Excuse me?

"So I've been thinking about this a lot recently.  Sometimes when I get all, you know, and then I'm like that. It's really weird because then yeah.  And you know how it is.  It's kind of like that, but not quite and really more, yeah. I don't know what to do.  What do you think?"

"I have no idea what you just said."

"Oh. I guess I should work on my articulation.    

Call of Duty: Black Ops

"Ooo can I try?" I say jumping like a jack rabbit on crack


"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"




Money

What do the green really mean
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

I really don't have a story today, but I have 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

Esta es una foto de mi amigos. Mi falso hermana mayor se llama Melissa. Es muy habladora . Es por eso que nosotras amigos. Yo encanta mis amigos. Ellos es muy muy sociable.  Mi mejor amigo Richard es muy muy bobo. Mis amigos son como mi familia. Yo encanta ellos muy muy muy
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2011 Carver Science Fair

​Congratulations to the following students who presented their science fair projects at the 2011 George Washington Carver science fair on March 8th at Temple University:

Jesus Jimenez
Alex Johnson
Jeff Kessler
Morgan Marant
Manna-Symone Middlebrooks 
Tyler Morales
Cheyenne Pagan
Allison Patterson
Brianna Perrin
Marina Pyfrom
Vincent Russell
Chelsea Ann Smith
Michelle Torelli
Marley Utzig
Winston Wright
Alan Yang
Shamarlon Yates

IncidentZ chapt3sec5

after that conversation people were less afraid but still nervous. We checked the stock and there were a shit load of things to take. Gannon got his glock back, and I divided the guns up and the rest went to storage. There were enough pistols for everyone to have one and plenty of shotguns and even assault rifles, smgs the works. Of course we didn’t give them out to the younger ones. Jacob came up to me as I was trying to pick out what new side arm I wanted “hey man, take this” he handed me our dads glock. “your better with it, and you deserve it. I was always sort of a bad brother but its only because I was jealous, your better then me” this gesture was extremely surprising to me. I took the gun and looked up at him and smiled

            “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.