Heartbreak Hotel
When a 2nd generation Rock star is put into his own reality show with 14 beautiful contestants; his hopes are to find his one true love but there are many twists and turns on the way before he can claim one of the women as his own. Meet Cash Landon a 24 year old bi-racial rocker thrust into his fathers shoes after he dies of HIV AIDS at the rightful age of 10. Cash has almost everything including houses, the newest cars, designer clothing, the nicest Harley Davidson's, Stacks of money, millions of fans all over the world and a 14 year old Rock and Roll legacy but all else will cease to outshine his want and need for true unconditional love. Join Cash and the girls as they board this fast paced thrill ride together and in the end only one will stand hand in hand with the possible love of their life.
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Cats are characters...
I was coming back into my house and it's an apartment so we have steps and my cat was down at the bottom steps meowing and usually i pick her up but i decided 'maybe it would be better for her to get her own fat butt up here' so i walk up and i don't see her for another 2 hours and than i go to throw something away and long and behold cocoa is sitting on the same step staring at me, i couldn't help myself so i picked her up and she's not sitting on the keyboard.
Cats are something else aren't they? They know what they want and they know how to work your heart.
Cats are something else aren't they? They know what they want and they know how to work your heart.
Music saves live! And your going to take that away from us!?
Just now, I was in my Grandmom's house eating and reading the paper, The first thing that catches my attention is the 'entertainment section' and plastered on the front page, A picture of Limewire. I read the article and it's crazy! People are getting caught left and right for the illegal downloading of music thanks to the big greedy music industry clenching for every last dollar they can take out of us music lovers. For me it's just astronomical to think about, Music costing money? That's like air costing money...What doesn't cost money anymore!? What about the ones sitting there only with a broken down computer stealing internet connection? Are they not good enough for music either because they don't have any money but their parent scratches and claws for every last dollar but the Music industry has the audacity to say 'We are looking thousands of dollars out of an already multi-million dollar company' something must be done!
Yes i understand they need to make money to and it effects billboard charts and all that junk but if they don't want us downloading LOWER COSTS! The price of CD's are insane, I don't know about you but i'm not going to waste 20 dollars on a piece of vinyl when i can go on the computer and get it in seconds. Living is expensive enough and that's just neccessities but God forbid you have a thing that makes life living, No that's wrong. It's like
'Oh they are downloading, that's wrong! That's horrible'
but what about the people who live for music and it's entirety, How much money {that i don't have} Does anyone want to put on it, That if they crack down on downloads, Crime rates with go up astronomically because what else is left? Crime is the only thing they can do somewhat entertaining. It's just pathetic and i really cannot believe the world we live in.
Yes i understand they need to make money to and it effects billboard charts and all that junk but if they don't want us downloading LOWER COSTS! The price of CD's are insane, I don't know about you but i'm not going to waste 20 dollars on a piece of vinyl when i can go on the computer and get it in seconds. Living is expensive enough and that's just neccessities but God forbid you have a thing that makes life living, No that's wrong. It's like
'Oh they are downloading, that's wrong! That's horrible'
but what about the people who live for music and it's entirety, How much money {that i don't have} Does anyone want to put on it, That if they crack down on downloads, Crime rates with go up astronomically because what else is left? Crime is the only thing they can do somewhat entertaining. It's just pathetic and i really cannot believe the world we live in.
June 20th {Edward Cullen's birthday}
A big happy birthday to my favorite vampire Edward Cullen.
107 years down, eternity to go!
Any-whom, i actually have some good stories today.
To start off my friend Danielle moved last night which isn't so happy but it is a big part of my life. She left for Florida and claims that when she turns 18 in two years that she will come back to Croydon but i doubt it's going to work that way. But a few hours ago, i went out for a bike ride just to get out a little stretch my legs, so i was planning to go to my old school F.D.R. but of course the traffic was heavy so i would up taking this weird route. I was riding and i look over and see some little kids and than a tall older looking guy with Oh so familiar long blond hair. I called out to him and he turned around looking half awake waved to me and went back to his business {Ah, Relationships} so than i get down the road and stop to change my song on my ipod because some obnoxious rap that i don't even like came on. I hear the sound of skateboard wheels coming up and i turned around and there he was!
Ironic because lately I've been told to try to act as calm as possible like he does and maybe he would reach out to me. So we go to wal-mart which is right down the street on the high way none the less with little tiny 3 inch sides on the roads and than Anthony decides he wants to swivel around in the street a little and almost get killed. We are going across the huge high way, the high way of death nicknamed 4-13 and i was trying my best not to embarrass myself, not with him anyway. I ride my bike and wouldn't you know it! Half way across the street the bottom of my jeans get stuck in my chain. At this point i'm cursing quite a bit and he turned around and was like "What's wrong" and i told him and he had to get my jeans out of the chain much to my humiliation. He goes into wal-mart i stay outside listening to some annoying girl go "Hi would you like to donate to..." and countless people saying "No" "No thanks" in a polite way saying "Screw off!" after about 10 ten minutes he comes out and much to my surprise he's wheeling a brand new bike.
I'm like "What the...Is this the same Anthony that barely ever has lunch money, never has food and i have to feed him like a lost puppy?" and than i realized that he got that job at pathmark and finally has money. We rode back barely speaking, i had nothing to say, i was told to say things friends say but its hard to do that with someone you've been going out with for 2 months, you almost forget you were friends at some point. So i say good bye to him and ask him to start calling me in reality begging him because it makes my day just to hear his voice or even if i'm lucky enough to see him and since school is over i can't see him really ever anymore. He says he doesn't have a phone anymore so i didn't bother going any farther. I'm riding home minding my own and they are some little kids in the street i ride by and one asks innocently
"Whats your name?"
and i say "Lindsey"
and than this little kid goes "i lost my telephone number can i have yours?"
HAH
Ah...guys always think they are slick haha.
107 years down, eternity to go!
Any-whom, i actually have some good stories today.
To start off my friend Danielle moved last night which isn't so happy but it is a big part of my life. She left for Florida and claims that when she turns 18 in two years that she will come back to Croydon but i doubt it's going to work that way. But a few hours ago, i went out for a bike ride just to get out a little stretch my legs, so i was planning to go to my old school F.D.R. but of course the traffic was heavy so i would up taking this weird route. I was riding and i look over and see some little kids and than a tall older looking guy with Oh so familiar long blond hair. I called out to him and he turned around looking half awake waved to me and went back to his business {Ah, Relationships} so than i get down the road and stop to change my song on my ipod because some obnoxious rap that i don't even like came on. I hear the sound of skateboard wheels coming up and i turned around and there he was!
Ironic because lately I've been told to try to act as calm as possible like he does and maybe he would reach out to me. So we go to wal-mart which is right down the street on the high way none the less with little tiny 3 inch sides on the roads and than Anthony decides he wants to swivel around in the street a little and almost get killed. We are going across the huge high way, the high way of death nicknamed 4-13 and i was trying my best not to embarrass myself, not with him anyway. I ride my bike and wouldn't you know it! Half way across the street the bottom of my jeans get stuck in my chain. At this point i'm cursing quite a bit and he turned around and was like "What's wrong" and i told him and he had to get my jeans out of the chain much to my humiliation. He goes into wal-mart i stay outside listening to some annoying girl go "Hi would you like to donate to..." and countless people saying "No" "No thanks" in a polite way saying "Screw off!" after about 10 ten minutes he comes out and much to my surprise he's wheeling a brand new bike.
I'm like "What the...Is this the same Anthony that barely ever has lunch money, never has food and i have to feed him like a lost puppy?" and than i realized that he got that job at pathmark and finally has money. We rode back barely speaking, i had nothing to say, i was told to say things friends say but its hard to do that with someone you've been going out with for 2 months, you almost forget you were friends at some point. So i say good bye to him and ask him to start calling me in reality begging him because it makes my day just to hear his voice or even if i'm lucky enough to see him and since school is over i can't see him really ever anymore. He says he doesn't have a phone anymore so i didn't bother going any farther. I'm riding home minding my own and they are some little kids in the street i ride by and one asks innocently
"Whats your name?"
and i say "Lindsey"
and than this little kid goes "i lost my telephone number can i have yours?"
HAH
Ah...guys always think they are slick haha.
Tiger Fever!
F.D.R.
Today was the last day of the 2008 school year, The day when books and papers are thrown up in the air and teens venture off into their summer adventure of sleeping and hanging with friends to the point of insanity. All this i plan to do but this was the last day in my middle school.
So what? Right, well just thinking about it makes me misty eyed, FDR took us in as small children knowing nothing of the world and in four years {yes four, we got an extra year} turned us into young adults. FDR is home to some of my best memories, being with friends laughing and meeting the absolute most amazing teachers and also the worst going through puberty and all the emotions that came with it, stupid fights, childish discussions, but the positive will always out-shine the bad.
I still remember the first day i walked into FDR. I was so small about 4'11, 90 pounds with big poofy hair, baggy boy clothes, gapped teeth, absolutely un-aware of what was going on, in this school that looked so big and confusing to a girl so small and laid back. All of us fresh out of Elementary running around in this maze like rats searching for the cheese or as most call it homeroom. After finally finding homeroom and being greeted by a young science teacher with platinum blond hair and big blue eyes that reminded me of marbles, we sat down into the new "grown-up" desks without the little cubbies on the belly of them, No one talked, we all just remained quiet, examining our new existence and ignoring the homeroom teachers enthusiastic murmur. We were than acquainted with our lockers, which just so happened to be in the 6th grade hall which was full of murals and "pretty" pictures to make us feel at home i suppose. I found my locker and it was hate at first sight, i will never forget, i found the locker number after minutes of searching. The mural on it was that of Neil Armstrong walking on the moon and my locker specifically had the American flag on it as part of Armstrong's space suit. Not many of us got the whole combination process, first number turn right, second number turn left and skip once, third number right. But after a few weeks we all eased into the progress, except me that is. I could not figure the bugger out, so i would just put my books on the window sill in homeroom hoping to come back in the after-noon and seeing them still there. Half-way through the year i finally figured out to use my lockers. That was 6th grade.
9th grade. Walking down the ever so familiar hallway, the smell of coffee and number two pencils still extremely relevant. Walking past the offices, waving to the sectarians and greeting them with a smile as they busily type away at their computers. I took hold of my schedule, i had received from the mail, looking at the boxed black ink and continuing to walk until i reached the cafeteria on the far end of the school.
"Morning" the teachers hurried together in a circle said to be, i waved back and entered the cafeteria, The tables filled bustling with new students and old. I smiled seeing one of my best friends from Elementary sitting down, stacking her colorful folders and binders. In the halls i now looked over the heads of many of the new students remembering when i was one of them. Now i was 5'3, 100 or something pounds and just as insecure of a normal 14 year old girl, my long aubrey curly hair draping over my shoulders. Black eye liner drawn around my royal blue eyes matching my dark dress shirt and jeans. I walked into my homeroom, talkative with some of my friends, hearing the PA system welcome us back home. We soon went to our lockers which we realized were the same as last year which provided us with the relief of not having to memorize a complete new combination. That day i met the most amazing teachers, all of them leaving an impact on me.
Mrs.Aquaro- my social studies and homeroom teacher. She taught me that everyone has problems and making fun of anyone isn't going to help your problem or theirs. She also taught me to ignore those annoying people that you just nearly want to strangle.
Senior Portney-My energetic spanish teacher, he taught me that being an adult does not require you to be boring and life can still be fun.
Mr. Findlay- My math teacher taught me that nothing is impossible, He came from the same town i came from and he is successful which is rare but he did it and is an inspiration to us all.
Mrs.Sweger- My art teacher taught me that all art teachers are ecsentric.
Mr. Krelove-My band director, he has so much patience it almost annoys me, he taught me life requires patience.
Mrs. Schmidt- My science teacher, she taught me that people will be people and talk about you, but only you yourself knows what is true and what is not.
Mr. Donnelly- My English teacher, i love this guy, he taught me new poetry techniques, he also found me new books and enriched my knowledge but most importantly he inspired me and gave me the courage to do a-lot of new things i never would of done before.
Mrs.Hartwick-My computers teacher, taught me that it's a sad day when you know more about computers than a computer teacher.
Mr.D-My gym teacher, he taught me that fat guys can be athletic too.
Other People:
Mr. Rongione- taught me that first impressions last a life time.
Mr. Nelson- taught me to always be respectful and honesty is the best policy.
Mrs. Lanza- taught me that life goes on and does not wait until you are feeling well.
Mrs. Gardner- Taught me that you do not always need to do what is expected of people your age or ability.
Mr. Capriotto- Taught me that little Italian guys never seem to like me.
F.D.R. I always will always remember all the amazing memories i have had in this school, i'll miss you but i know that i must close an old chapter and start a new one.
I will miss my morning walk down to the cafeteria, half awake and nearly walking into things. Recycling duty. Lunch, laughing until our stomach would hurt. Getting slammed into fire extinguishers.
I'll miss you,
In Conclusion, Truman here i come
TIGER FEVER....
CATCH IT!!
Today was the last day of the 2008 school year, The day when books and papers are thrown up in the air and teens venture off into their summer adventure of sleeping and hanging with friends to the point of insanity. All this i plan to do but this was the last day in my middle school.
So what? Right, well just thinking about it makes me misty eyed, FDR took us in as small children knowing nothing of the world and in four years {yes four, we got an extra year} turned us into young adults. FDR is home to some of my best memories, being with friends laughing and meeting the absolute most amazing teachers and also the worst going through puberty and all the emotions that came with it, stupid fights, childish discussions, but the positive will always out-shine the bad.
I still remember the first day i walked into FDR. I was so small about 4'11, 90 pounds with big poofy hair, baggy boy clothes, gapped teeth, absolutely un-aware of what was going on, in this school that looked so big and confusing to a girl so small and laid back. All of us fresh out of Elementary running around in this maze like rats searching for the cheese or as most call it homeroom. After finally finding homeroom and being greeted by a young science teacher with platinum blond hair and big blue eyes that reminded me of marbles, we sat down into the new "grown-up" desks without the little cubbies on the belly of them, No one talked, we all just remained quiet, examining our new existence and ignoring the homeroom teachers enthusiastic murmur. We were than acquainted with our lockers, which just so happened to be in the 6th grade hall which was full of murals and "pretty" pictures to make us feel at home i suppose. I found my locker and it was hate at first sight, i will never forget, i found the locker number after minutes of searching. The mural on it was that of Neil Armstrong walking on the moon and my locker specifically had the American flag on it as part of Armstrong's space suit. Not many of us got the whole combination process, first number turn right, second number turn left and skip once, third number right. But after a few weeks we all eased into the progress, except me that is. I could not figure the bugger out, so i would just put my books on the window sill in homeroom hoping to come back in the after-noon and seeing them still there. Half-way through the year i finally figured out to use my lockers. That was 6th grade.
9th grade. Walking down the ever so familiar hallway, the smell of coffee and number two pencils still extremely relevant. Walking past the offices, waving to the sectarians and greeting them with a smile as they busily type away at their computers. I took hold of my schedule, i had received from the mail, looking at the boxed black ink and continuing to walk until i reached the cafeteria on the far end of the school.
"Morning" the teachers hurried together in a circle said to be, i waved back and entered the cafeteria, The tables filled bustling with new students and old. I smiled seeing one of my best friends from Elementary sitting down, stacking her colorful folders and binders. In the halls i now looked over the heads of many of the new students remembering when i was one of them. Now i was 5'3, 100 or something pounds and just as insecure of a normal 14 year old girl, my long aubrey curly hair draping over my shoulders. Black eye liner drawn around my royal blue eyes matching my dark dress shirt and jeans. I walked into my homeroom, talkative with some of my friends, hearing the PA system welcome us back home. We soon went to our lockers which we realized were the same as last year which provided us with the relief of not having to memorize a complete new combination. That day i met the most amazing teachers, all of them leaving an impact on me.
Mrs.Aquaro- my social studies and homeroom teacher. She taught me that everyone has problems and making fun of anyone isn't going to help your problem or theirs. She also taught me to ignore those annoying people that you just nearly want to strangle.
Senior Portney-My energetic spanish teacher, he taught me that being an adult does not require you to be boring and life can still be fun.
Mr. Findlay- My math teacher taught me that nothing is impossible, He came from the same town i came from and he is successful which is rare but he did it and is an inspiration to us all.
Mrs.Sweger- My art teacher taught me that all art teachers are ecsentric.
Mr. Krelove-My band director, he has so much patience it almost annoys me, he taught me life requires patience.
Mrs. Schmidt- My science teacher, she taught me that people will be people and talk about you, but only you yourself knows what is true and what is not.
Mr. Donnelly- My English teacher, i love this guy, he taught me new poetry techniques, he also found me new books and enriched my knowledge but most importantly he inspired me and gave me the courage to do a-lot of new things i never would of done before.
Mrs.Hartwick-My computers teacher, taught me that it's a sad day when you know more about computers than a computer teacher.
Mr.D-My gym teacher, he taught me that fat guys can be athletic too.
Other People:
Mr. Rongione- taught me that first impressions last a life time.
Mr. Nelson- taught me to always be respectful and honesty is the best policy.
Mrs. Lanza- taught me that life goes on and does not wait until you are feeling well.
Mrs. Gardner- Taught me that you do not always need to do what is expected of people your age or ability.
Mr. Capriotto- Taught me that little Italian guys never seem to like me.
F.D.R. I always will always remember all the amazing memories i have had in this school, i'll miss you but i know that i must close an old chapter and start a new one.
I will miss my morning walk down to the cafeteria, half awake and nearly walking into things. Recycling duty. Lunch, laughing until our stomach would hurt. Getting slammed into fire extinguishers.
I'll miss you,
In Conclusion, Truman here i come
TIGER FEVER....
CATCH IT!!
Irony.
“And the winner of the 9th grade English award is...”
I felt my palms sweating as my hands were tightly clasped in front of me. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I felt time slowing down to almost a standstill. The crowd was completely silent and I felt as if all that could be heard was my pulsating heart. I tightly closed my eyes and opened my ears.
“Chelsea Torano” He announced his voice grand, ringing threw the speakers of the humid auditorium.
I quickly open my eyes in shock,
How did this happen
I thought to myself, putting my head down in disappointment than looking up to the stage and seeing the girl in the white Hollister shirt and jeans happily accepting and smiling, shaking my English teachers hand. I grimaced knowing this should have been me, she stood up the risers, smiling.
When the time came to applaud I felt my hands stick together like glue and I was not able to clap, it was impossible for me to be happy for her, when that should have been mine.
I read two extra books, got straight A's in his class, always participated, how did this happen
I thought to myself. I felt my world crumbling in disappointment, glaring at my English teacher and just wanting to ask Why? What makes her so much better than me, is it because she's pretty?
I heard another announcer go up, announcing social studies awards, I just barely listened, contending to my aching heart as I felt the tears well up in my eyes.
“This award is from Mrs. Aquaro's 9th grade Social Studies class,
This student has always come prepared with a determination to learn and is far wise beyond her years, this years winner is Lindsey Wolf”
What?
I felt my legs rising up instinctively off the chair and walking down the aisle past all of the students, really in a daze, glancing around to see all of my peers faces. I walked up the stage steps carefully knowing at any minute I could fall and garnish the fact that I was a complete cluts. I successfully made it up the stairs with out Damage...well physical damage and went to my principal shook her hand and accepted the wooden plaque with my name engraved into it and took a stand on the top of the risers above looking out into the crowd. I listened as others were called and looked down to my plaque. The shining engraved metal with gold words, a picture of a lamp above the text which really made no sense to me, I looked to my name
Lindsay Wo- Wait, I can't believe this.
I thought to myself still clinging to my serious look which I never broke out of. I looked out into the crowd but the bright lights blinded me. They allowed us down off the bleachers and I walked back up the aisle to my parents in the back row of the auditorium with my cranky little sister.
They were clapping and smiling, so proud.
I leaned over my mothers shoulder softly whispering,
“They spelled my name wrong...”
She smiled looking at the plaque, looking back at me with her big brown eyes,
“Irony” she whispered,
Was it ever.
I felt my palms sweating as my hands were tightly clasped in front of me. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I felt time slowing down to almost a standstill. The crowd was completely silent and I felt as if all that could be heard was my pulsating heart. I tightly closed my eyes and opened my ears.
“Chelsea Torano” He announced his voice grand, ringing threw the speakers of the humid auditorium.
I quickly open my eyes in shock,
How did this happen
I thought to myself, putting my head down in disappointment than looking up to the stage and seeing the girl in the white Hollister shirt and jeans happily accepting and smiling, shaking my English teachers hand. I grimaced knowing this should have been me, she stood up the risers, smiling.
When the time came to applaud I felt my hands stick together like glue and I was not able to clap, it was impossible for me to be happy for her, when that should have been mine.
I read two extra books, got straight A's in his class, always participated, how did this happen
I thought to myself. I felt my world crumbling in disappointment, glaring at my English teacher and just wanting to ask Why? What makes her so much better than me, is it because she's pretty?
I heard another announcer go up, announcing social studies awards, I just barely listened, contending to my aching heart as I felt the tears well up in my eyes.
“This award is from Mrs. Aquaro's 9th grade Social Studies class,
This student has always come prepared with a determination to learn and is far wise beyond her years, this years winner is Lindsey Wolf”
What?
I felt my legs rising up instinctively off the chair and walking down the aisle past all of the students, really in a daze, glancing around to see all of my peers faces. I walked up the stage steps carefully knowing at any minute I could fall and garnish the fact that I was a complete cluts. I successfully made it up the stairs with out Damage...well physical damage and went to my principal shook her hand and accepted the wooden plaque with my name engraved into it and took a stand on the top of the risers above looking out into the crowd. I listened as others were called and looked down to my plaque. The shining engraved metal with gold words, a picture of a lamp above the text which really made no sense to me, I looked to my name
Lindsay Wo- Wait, I can't believe this.
I thought to myself still clinging to my serious look which I never broke out of. I looked out into the crowd but the bright lights blinded me. They allowed us down off the bleachers and I walked back up the aisle to my parents in the back row of the auditorium with my cranky little sister.
They were clapping and smiling, so proud.
I leaned over my mothers shoulder softly whispering,
“They spelled my name wrong...”
She smiled looking at the plaque, looking back at me with her big brown eyes,
“Irony” she whispered,
Was it ever.
May 21st
I plan to make a conscious effort of trying to record a diary entry every day. My mom said told me the other day, Maybe you should start a journal and since you want to release books maybe you could release your diary entries and help other people your age, and i thought hey maybe this could work and it would also provide me with a pretty good evolution of my writing sample. So anyway today is May 5th 2008. Today was pretty average, in school we went down to the auditorium to watch Cinderella Man, i think all of us enjoyed the movie the funny thing is the teachers actually think we got something out of it, haha. To our gratitude Mr.Findlay our math teacher came back from being Mr. Tough Principal man and covering for Mr.Harwick since he was out probably because of a heart attack, thats a big fella there, man. He was pretty stunned with how much we have forgotten in two months with a drill sergent substitute. I sat in the auditorium and watched the chorus rehearse and started to miss my old Elementry Days and singing with the choir, they were pretty good i was suprised. After a few more classes we had lunch and the whole gang was back together that is Danielle {My best friend} Kristi {One of my friends from Elementary}, Cindy {Another Friend from Elementary} Anthony {My boyfriend} and R.J. It was all pretty typical except for Cindy claiming that i throw her under the bus whenever Anthony corners her, i would stand up for her if i disagreed with what he was saying, she just can't understand that he's telling the truth. Anthony was normal ignoring me and talking to some other kid but nothing particullary suprising about this. While i was talking to Kristi just minding my own bussiness, i hear Danielle asking Anthony "Well what's going on with this and that...blah blah blah" I didn't hear his responses, yet but hopefully will soon. I also asked Matt, who is like my brother to ask Anthony about the whole situation which is this, We have been going on for almost two months now and we havn't even kissed yet, he doesn't get close to me and i couldn't figure out why and than Danielle asked him and he said that i reminded him of his cousin. Well if that's the case we got a problem, i need someone to talk to him and see if he wants to go any farther because i don't want to go any deeper knowing that I remind him of his cousin, that's not good even if he did live in the south for a while. After school My mom, my dad and little sister {all equally pains} went out to Best buy so i could buy a USB extension chord for my webcam and than we went to the mall where Logan {my three year old sister} persisted in being as bratty as usual and getting her own way on everything. One thing is for sure she makes me never want to have kids and go through all of that. I really wonder why women want to go threw the weight of pregnancy the pain of child birth, the effects on your body, the raising of Toddlers and than the teenage years where all we ever do is disrespect you, Who really wants that? You can count me out personally i would just rather have a pet.
4-2-08
Can you believe it? I know i can't, Anthony and I have been together for over a month now! I never would of thought this would of happened, i thought when i first start to like him while he was going out with my friend that this whole thing would just blow over because he would never like me. My friend and him break up because they were just friends {now they act like brother and sister} and i told him i liked him and he liked me back! It's crazy. I'm so happy though and i know it's only been one month but this feels different from anything else i have ever experienced and i hope it lasts.
Diversity Day/April 30th 2008
I'm fairly new to livejournal itself but not to blogs, and i'm hoping this one will not disappoint like many others.
I'm going to talk about this thing called Diversity day we had in our school today, and just some of my opinions, if anyone is actually reading this that is.
Yeah so, Today we had Diversity Today which has been planned my Mrs.Aquaro {My Social Studies Teacher} and Mrs.Lanza {The Other social studies teacher and my Reading Olympics coach} pretty ironic telling how these two are the absolute favorites in our school. We came in today not expecting much but a stupid assembly or lecture that we wouldn't listen to about respect, since respect has been an on-going thing this year. To say the least we were suprised by what DIversity day actually turned out to be which was a day of emotion and understanding of our class and their problems. I think it was pretty phenomonal to everyone to realize that all the people in our class, even the ones who have made fun of you in the past or present or maybe even future have problems of their own. We played a few activities and it was just amazing, seriously i don't know anyother way to put it, and even The teachers told their life stories as well as the students.
I'm going to talk about this thing called Diversity day we had in our school today, and just some of my opinions, if anyone is actually reading this that is.
Yeah so, Today we had Diversity Today which has been planned my Mrs.Aquaro {My Social Studies Teacher} and Mrs.Lanza {The Other social studies teacher and my Reading Olympics coach} pretty ironic telling how these two are the absolute favorites in our school. We came in today not expecting much but a stupid assembly or lecture that we wouldn't listen to about respect, since respect has been an on-going thing this year. To say the least we were suprised by what DIversity day actually turned out to be which was a day of emotion and understanding of our class and their problems. I think it was pretty phenomonal to everyone to realize that all the people in our class, even the ones who have made fun of you in the past or present or maybe even future have problems of their own. We played a few activities and it was just amazing, seriously i don't know anyother way to put it, and even The teachers told their life stories as well as the students.
really though?!
Haha, i had quite an experience today i thought it was pretty funny. Today we had a half day in school {why they call it a half-day makes no sense to me since it's really a two thirds day} Because of these things called the PSSA's that 8th and 11th graders take, PSSA's are standardized testings you know that bubble crap. Well Us 9th graders had to take these stupid standardized tests called the Foresights well we got threw our day perfectly normal got to 8th period last period of the day which was Gym so me and my best friend, Danielle figured "alright easy period" so we just sat down and talked for the rest of the period, well she talked i watched Anthony play basketball : ]
Time came around where we were supposed to leave 12:30, But than our Gym teacher Mr. O looked out in the hallway and than he said to us "Some of the 8th graders are not done their tests yet so they are holding you" so we just go Okay we figured about 10 minutes. After about 10 minutes Mr. O told us to go, we get halfway down the hall and the monitor told us to turn around so we went back in the Gym and at this point we are all pretty annoyed, it's hot and we are tired of being around each other. Anthony lightened the mood a bit though he was on the Monkey bars swinging around like spiderman and almost falling. They call us out again we go out and than they call us back in the gym!
Danielle and I were just like "Really though?!" The whole time it was crazy. Okay than they finally let us go 30 minutes later we were walking down the hall than some kid behind us decided he wanted to pull the fire alarm in protest, He pulled it than our Giant Cricket sounding alarm went off scaring the hell out of all of us. First we were a little weirded out but than everyone just calmed down and tried to get out of the school, We were walking down the hall to the door trying to avoid the crowds of people than our Manly looking princapal Mrs. Geisel goes to us "Get out"...No i thought we would stay here for a few more hours just to piss you off...We are going, Where the fuck do you think we are headed for the door! We finally get out of that hell hole and walk home.
Time came around where we were supposed to leave 12:30, But than our Gym teacher Mr. O looked out in the hallway and than he said to us "Some of the 8th graders are not done their tests yet so they are holding you" so we just go Okay we figured about 10 minutes. After about 10 minutes Mr. O told us to go, we get halfway down the hall and the monitor told us to turn around so we went back in the Gym and at this point we are all pretty annoyed, it's hot and we are tired of being around each other. Anthony lightened the mood a bit though he was on the Monkey bars swinging around like spiderman and almost falling. They call us out again we go out and than they call us back in the gym!
Danielle and I were just like "Really though?!" The whole time it was crazy. Okay than they finally let us go 30 minutes later we were walking down the hall than some kid behind us decided he wanted to pull the fire alarm in protest, He pulled it than our Giant Cricket sounding alarm went off scaring the hell out of all of us. First we were a little weirded out but than everyone just calmed down and tried to get out of the school, We were walking down the hall to the door trying to avoid the crowds of people than our Manly looking princapal Mrs. Geisel goes to us "Get out"...No i thought we would stay here for a few more hours just to piss you off...We are going, Where the fuck do you think we are headed for the door! We finally get out of that hell hole and walk home.
