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Many of you may know that I have two pet mice in my room.  Their names are Peanut and Oreo.  About two months ago, Peanut and Oreo were living together in one cage.  Since they are both males, they often fought and argued a lot over little things like territory and food.  Their constant squeaking and rolling around was no surprise to me.  One night, I noticed that they were jumping around and squeaking a bit more than usual.  I got up and walked over to their cage and noticed a small, brown shadow.  Since Peanut is gray/white and Oreo is black/white, the brown was an unfamiliar color.  I quickly ran downstairs to my mom in a panic.  "Mom, I think, I'm seeing things," I said to her.  She thought I was losing my mind and that my medicine was making me have weird side effects.  However, she came upstairs with me anyway.  After looking into the cage, she saw what I thought I had saw: another mouse in the cage.

Apparently, an outdoor mouse had been attracted to the scent of my mice and found it's way into my house and into my room.  He then squeezed his tiny body into their cage and was confronted by two angry enemies.  The mouse was not even half the size of Peanut and was quickly attacked by both of my mice.  Oreo and Peanut suffered minor bite wounds to the tails, but the outdoor mouse was nearly killed.  I managed to manipulate the outdoor mouse and get him to crawl up into the removal compartment of the cage so that I could safely release him back into the wild.  I then cleaned the cage thoroughly.

That night was so shocking but funny at the same time.  My mom said that I looked like I had just seen a ghost when I came downstairs to tell her what I saw.  Since then, Peanut and Oreo have not had any unwanted visitors, thankfully.

Me and my mom went out to breakfast this morning at the Country Club Diner since we both have off for President's Day. As we were sitting and talking, my mom tells me, "Look over there". There were these two guys talking but I looked again and noticed that it was actually just one guy talking. He was standing over this one guy who was just trying to sit and eat his food and drink his coffee but this other guy would not leave him alone. And he was like right in his face making the guy practically fall off his chair leaning away, trying to get some personal space. Poor guy.

Music: best thing ever.

Sleds. Whoever goes farthest wins, no rules other then that. 

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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