Friday, November 27, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
if you were here i would have made you a horse cake, a new version of a horse cake. maybe... a unicorn cake. if you were here i would make you put on the new tie i got you and ask you like 7 times if you liked it, then... if you really liked it. if you were here i would let you chose the restaurant you would want to go to... even though i know you would rather just have me cook you a steak. if you were here i would give you a carton of half baked, and a bag of peanut butter m&ms. if you were here i would joke about going to vegas and gambling, like four times, because i would be semi serious. it would probably get old, but you would still laugh. if you were here i would sing you happy birthday, but halfway through i would be laughing too hard to finish then we would both laugh, and you would call me a punk. if you were here you would say thank you for what i did, and you would look really handsome in your new t shirt, and i would say i hope you had a great birthday.
don't worry, ill save all of this and more for birthday #22.
happy birthday boy.
i love you.
Friday, November 13, 2009
people that attend dance parties and don't dance. i promise you that standing on the side of the dance floor with your hands in your pockets just watching is not gonna get you anything... besides future jail time.
crowded halls or areas. i tend to be a fast walker... i like to get where i'm going. therefore, crowded halls make for a lot of dodging and squeezing past, do not like.
being late. i really cannot stand being late, i always think i am going to miss something important that i will never be able to recover from missing... i also hate when other people are late.
people who dont drive the speed limit. if you're not even going to go 25 in a 25 then dont get mad if im tailing you, just dont.
watching addicting tv shows week to week, i seriously cannot handle the anticipation. i have to watch them all at once.
static hair. why does that happen? why are there consecutive days where my hair is so static filled i cannot even touch it, such a frustration.
when people send text messages that say "guess what?" or "do you know what?" obviously im going to say "what?" so why not save both of us the typing time and say it in one text message.
leftovers. really... they just gross me out. i try so hard to like them too, i often get boxes and take home my leftovers from restaraunts, but honestly.. it sickens me to eat re-heated foods.
those tank tops with the lace sewn on across the bottom. i am just pretty baffled when i still see people wearing those, they werent that cute in 2005, and they really aren't cute now. it really doesn't class up your t-shirt to have a little bit of lace at the bottom of your maroon tank top.
snow. just... snow.
lol, rofl, brb, g2g. i admit i use them from time to time, but i promise you it is because i think they are so awful that they are funny. does it really take that much time out of your life to type out the fact that you are laughing? or that you will "be right back?"
things i appreciate:
a really good dancer. now im not talking about a technically trained dancer, im talking about someone who has just got moves, and they aren't scared to do whatever they want. definitely appreciate them.
people who don't have to think about their jokes; well actually people who dont tell jokes, they are just funny all the time.
passion pit. way good music, listen to them sometime if you have not. they have saved me from a number of bad days.
movies in the middle of the day. there isn't anything that can beat a good matinee, especially alone.
my family. they are funny, and sunday dinner is never a bore.
a good jacket/coat. seriously im obsessed with those things, not only do they save me in the winter, but they are always so good looking.
Nordstrom half yearly, and semi annual sales. such a joyous time in my life, karla was especially excited this year as well.
words. i really do appreciate words, reading words, writing words, saying words. they are just real nice, we should all appreciate them.
my cat. she is just always around, and always sleeps at the foot of my bed, even when i accidentally kick her in the night. she always hangs out with me.
themes on gmail. if you dont have one, try the beach or the mountains, they are really just way too cool.
my friends. for being great all the time, you know who you are.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
THEME FOR ENGLISH B
By Langston HughesThe instructor said,
Go home and writeI wonder if it's that simple?
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you---
Then, it will be true.
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York too.) Me---who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records---Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesn't make me NOT like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?
Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white---
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me---
although you're older---and white---
and somewhat more free.
This is my page for English B.