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my lungs fail at life. So I just take my meds & sleep until they decided to want to work for me again. 

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 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.

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.” 

In this podcast, two teenagers talk about their experience in a holding cell. They explain why they were put in a holding cell, how being in the holding cell was, and what their consequences were afterwards. Take a listen!

Me: hi


Me: skip

Maya: :S

Me: most of them will be at NHD

Maya: oh my

Me: hopefully lena will take over

Maya: lol


Maya: lmao

Me: there's an example solution in there

Me: i think those will help if we get stuck

*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*

"Im nt gonna b on here no more nd I'm srry. I jus cnt talk 2 u anymore" 

"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.    

"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.    

"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"

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?

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

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.

 

Antonio es muy comico es simpltico. Micheal es alto es comico. Tu es gusta el libro. Nosotro esgauila sla. Nosotros no gusta tfi. Micheal y Antonio es forte . 

Mis amigos son muy buenos. Mi amigo Michael es muy comico. Le encanta dragones y Nicki Minaj. Yo tambien dragones son chevere. Tengo ganas un dragone. Mi otra amigo es Khari. Le gusta ver la tele especialmente Sci-fi. Me gusta ver la tele pero comico productiones. Son mis amigos Michael y Khari.

En la photo mi amigo nombre es Brent. Brent es muy bobo. Ello encanta ver la televisión, jugar videojuegos y cantar. Brent no gusta leer y dibjuar
. Ello es sociable, cómico y divertido.
Te Quiero Brent.

Esta es una foto de mi amiga. Su nombre es Key-Key. Ella es inteligente por que es studa.

Esta es una foto de mis amigas. Mi amiga rubia, se llama Shaylyn. Es muy atletíca. Es por eso que todos los días practica deportes. Mi amiga menor se llama Marissa. Lee mucho y a veces ve la televisión. Cuandamos tengo tiempo libre ir de compras.

Esta us una foto de mi amigos. Ellas nombres son Sara y Karly. Sus le gusta tomar fotos. Ni juega videojuegos y leen. Le gusta comen y cantan todos los días.