If there's a storm, swim. and if you drown, at least you drowned knowing you were heading for shore

If there's a storm, swim. and if you drown, at least you drowned knowing you were heading for shore

it's not illegal unless you get caught

my teacher is really mean and hates me and today she was doing a demo and i was being a mute because everything i say is funny and then i get in trouble so i was standing still being quite and my friend laughed and my teacher told me i would get detention if it happened again and she laughed again so i had to get a drink(oh no lol)so i went into the locker room to get a drink and then i found out later that there was vandilism done in there and stuff stolen and stuff and now everyone thinks it is me. gay teacher. o and before in the same class some kid was like kelly ur on crack so idc but i wanted to get him in trouble so i told on him and the teacher said be quiet so i was like but he said i was on crack. and she was like fine get a lunch detention. gay wad. fu. o and mrs weden o god that is another story!

“AA” I sit awake Beneath An apathetic angel Cringing from the ceiling Atop a lighted tree, A ceramic face With molded Lips and Eyes And a certificate of authenticity. She will Always appear as she does now As she looks down To our earth From her “heaven": Serene. In the stead of Genocide & jamborees Sodomy & sweet 16s Maggots in apple pie Along with Littered lullabies, She is Serene. An apathetic angel Atop our tree, A degenerative Hell Too real And Too many.

I learned how to fly the day I attempted to jump at the ground and I missed; once one can control this action, one can gain the ability to fly.

My teacher Mrs.Weden has a really REALLY boring social studies class, what should I do???HELP

The Story of Valentino My co-worker and I have been trying VERY HARD for a week to find a home for a stray orange cat (Valentino)that we found at work -- the vet was getting restless and wanted it out by today or tomorrow -- we couldn't take it home since the cat is fe leuk positive and can't live with other cats -- and most cat people already have cat/s!!! SO... the co-worker walked into the kitchen about 2 hours ago and saw 2 people she hardly ever talks with -- and mentioned that we really need help with the cat -- and the bottom line is one of the people is taking the cat...!!!!He is a great person whose last cat lived 18 years -- he hadn't realized that the cat needed help so badly....SO -- Valentino is getting neutered right now at the vet and will go to his new home Monday -- and I am writing this to you about synchronicity today, right when you asked about it!!!

My favorite quote: "The past is an illusion. The future is present." D.L. Frazier. Do you know why it's my favorite quote? Because it's bull shit. Or is it? If you think that D.L. Frazier is some famous poet or historian, you might think that perhaps he has a point. If I told you that he is some kid I met at camp 2 years ago, and he said this while he was pissing on a frog, you might think a bit differently. Is something intelligent because an intelligent person said it? What defines an intelligent person? People assume that Albert Einstein is correct about everything because, "Well, he's ALBERT EINSTEIN! One of the greatest thinkers of all time!" Because he thought of a lot of stuff, and used big words that made him seem intelligent does not mean that he IS intelligent. Because thousands and thousands of people claim he is intelligent shouldn't mean jack shit to you. Becasue you are you, not those thousands and thousands of people. Have your own opinions. So read this quote. Don't just read it, contemplate it. Think for yourself for once. Dig deep, and come up with your own conclusions. I know what I think. Nothing is right or wrong. In this quote, or in the world. I don't know or have any reason to beleive the person who defined right and wrong, so how can I tell you what to believe or think?

When you think of the World, it seems normal. Usual. Not that exciting, nor too boring. Enough pollution to threaten politicians into making reassuring statements, but not enough for anyone to actually listen to them. Enough rapists and murderers to frighten you into carrying mace in your purse, but not enough for you to remember to bring your purse with you when you walk the dog. Enough violent and crude TV shows to make you forbid your children to watch them (to no success), but not enough for you to consult the media. Enough One Cup 30 Second Coffee Makers to make you shudder, but not enough for you to convince your friends that the fact that Atomic Clocks, Coffee Makers and Home Security Systems give you the heebie-jeebies does not mean that you are a booby. Eventually people will be saying, “Enough pollution to threaten the existence of all mankind, but not enough to destroy my refrigerator.” “Enough rapists and murderers to take the whole Western Hemisphere hostage, but not enough to effect my favorite program.” “Enough violent and crude TV shows to brain wash anyone who reads them, but I take the pills that they showed on the commercial between ‘Fifteen Ways To Commit Murder And Get Away With It’ and ‘100 Things To Use Instead Of Viagra’.” “Enough new technology so that you don’t even have to waste precious time wiping yourself, but not enough to quote-unquote, ‘help us evolve’.” Evolve? Has it occurred to anyone that we might have evolved enough? Maybe too much? Does anyone else cower at the thought that we might be the cause of our own downfall? Our own death? Does anyone else wonder what might be happening above our level of knowledge? Or beneath it? Does anyone else find the fact that you can get coffee or tea from a chunk of plastic the least bit disturbing? No one? I guess that I am alone on my quest. My antiexcesstechnologynopollutionthatencirclestheearthwithdeathandnomoreevoloutionthatleadstodestructionproawarenessoftherestofeverythingbesidesourownselfprofitiwillmakeyoufearhairdyeandsplenda quest. I’m not trying to make fear everything. That is not my goal. Yet. You need to look at things from a different point of view. From something not of this world. Do we really need coffee in less than 30 seconds? Why do we always rush to the finished product, always the next thing to do, the next thing, the next thing on my list, my endless list, my endless, worthless, needless list of things to do next. Next. Whatever happened to the joy of sitting by a warm fire, waiting for the water to boil, the satin scent of pine trees and sap, the moose droppings that stuck to your foot when you stepped in them earlier that morning are starting to heat up and the stench singes off all your nose hairs, it’s so strong, the sweet breeze carries some dust onto your leg and you wipe it off, gently, you peer up at the stars, oh the stars, there is no excess light in the way, only the stars and a few high tree tops, you hear a bird, a sparrow perhaps, the bird starts to bubble and spurt, bubble? oh look, you nearly forgot about the water you were boiling, but the wait was worth it. That moment when your mind had to concentrate on nothing ahead, nothing behind, just now. That moment when you can breathe in and enjoy the air that fills your lungs, enjoy the stars that swim in the sky, enjoy the dust between your toes, enjoy the Earth beneath your feet. Enjoy the Life. Life. That moment is the time that you connect to the Earth, connect to the Life. The Life that fills the air around us, the Life that swallows our existence. That moment when you realize the emotions of the Earth, the delicate beauty and the raging powers. That moment of Life. I know what you’re thinking: “Why didn’t she just wipe the moose droppings off on the grass? That sounds rather un-enjoyable. I quite like my nose hairs, thank you.” That’s not the point. But that is my point. My pointless point, dull as an ancient butter knife, scratching over and over at the same spot over and over weakly stretching back and forth, over and over, making no impression on your dull mind. Mind you, that’s not an insult, it’s just true. We figure nothing out on our own; our minds are useless, sticky piles of unnaturally gray matter. We have machines that search information for us, we have machines to entertain us, machines to work for us, machines to remember for us, machines to breathe for us, to live for us. We live in a technology based society. Technology that will lead to our downfall. We say that we need to move forward, to move forward, to move forward, nothing is good enough, never good. We never rest. Too much to do. The machines that keep us running never rest. Man invented machine so that he could have more time, more rest. Now the machines control man. We use them for everything. If some mysterious force wiped out all modern technology from this world, our society would crash. Common sense would crumble. No one would survive. Some loonies who think they could survive would try and attempt the treacheries. But without all their nifty gadgets, without their pocketknife, without a sub zero sleeping bag … they will die. And I will die laughing. It’s there. Before you. It’s not difficult to understand, to interpret. Not to sound morbid, but it’s true. It could not be more obvious. You had your chance, and if you choose to let it fly well … that’s your choice. Our world is like a poorly written science fiction novel. The plot is so predictable, and you know how it’s going to end before you finish the third chapter. So now I shut the book.