Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Art

Art. Art is everywhere, whether its on a museum wall or the margins of your notebook. It’s there. Art isn’t always a picture on a piece of paper; it’s a clay pot, a painted wall, a poem, a song, and even graffiti. I love the arts. There is no way you can fail in the language of art. (Unless you write “dhfhegbvhbhjakgrydbfdshagaegtuybfndbvahvhgeteyrhgfhgdsahfgkhgfaywerkj’oqwur90237u5rengdjkh yr 8 9[u 097R9032753UHGDSJGIUET6908Q3” as a poem. Then I don’t think it is art).
Here is one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost

“Fire and Ice”
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice

Don’t you love it? Here is a poem I made up

I breathe
Yet I die today
No longer
I live
I perish
Air no longer filling me
Yet I feel a patter
A beating of happiness
And sorrow
For now I will
Leave and
Never come back
Tears swell in my eyes as I
Breathe my last breath and
Wave good-bye to
All I have once loved

Do you like it? I know it probably pretty amateur but I like it… here is another poem I like by Jay Asher (who wrote Th1rteen R3asons Why)

If my love were an ocean
There would be no more land
If my love were a desert
You would see only sand
If my love were a star-
Late at night, only bright
And if my love could grow wings
I’d be soaring in flight

Aloha (which is ‘hello’ and ‘good-bye’)


Check out the latest Arizona Cardinals Breaking News
MySpaceLayouts

Monday, May 3, 2010

Quick!

Can’t talk. Must hurry. Hate teachers. Bye!

Check out the latest Arizona Cardinals Breaking News
MySpaceLayouts

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Family

My family is so depressing. Yes, I know my grandpa died. Yes, I know this a very difficult time for my grandma. Yes, I know I mom hates her sisters and their descendents. My mom is a cow. Okay. She is stubborn and annoying and skeptical. So when my family goes up to visit we come across my 36 year old cousin Jennet. She had lived with my aunt until she was 28. She is a hairdresser. Now she has her own apartment. She is not married but yet got herself pregnant. My mom deplores that. Jennet is all happy, yet whinny. She all like “I hate morning sickness. I’m getting fat(only 3 months). My boyfriend I, we are the first of our couple friends who did this. His brother, who is 40 is going out a 26 year old girl and they’re planning to do the same thing!” she makes it sound all peachy. But it’s not. Getting pregnant before you get married is WRONG. Think about the child! The lady has some screws loose, that’s all I can say.
Tears. My dad left to Florida to go check on our house. Tomorrow they will break land. Yippy! I will be moving during winter break of next year. I’m so excited. Don’t get me wrong I love my friends, but this, this is like an adventure. Everything is new and open. Moving to another state, another high school will be cool. Nobody knows me; they can’t judge me by what their friend said I was like in middle school. I start out clean. Todaloo! Ha, to-da-loo.


Check out the latest Arizona Cardinals Breaking News
MySpaceLayouts