Grades

School is like a giant zit. You just want to pop it and get rid of it.

But unfortunately it sits there on your face like a sign reading "I'm still here B@#CH!"

No matter how much you pop it, and empty the puss that fills the sack, the pimple on that face will fill right back up until the semester ends and the body of summer and no stress comes.

So what to do till it heals?

Keep popping. Don't let it build up too much, or it will become so big it kicks it's self out of school.

The power of God

I think it's amazing that I can dance through hail and get hit by only two pieces of hail.

How do you make someone love you?

You can't make someone love you. Even today, it's getting harder to make someone stay with you. The incentive is no longer there. The drive to make things work and not give up on this fragile aspect of life.

I'm honestly tired of looking for love. I can satisfy ALL of my desires with friends and "best" friends.

Why even look for one. I have a desire to share my feelings for one person who I care for deeply and never want to loose. I have fooled myself many times.

I can't find him.

Cars

I have been wanting to write about this topic for a while now, and the car that most interests me is the

1995 Camaro z28 T-tops Blue, preferably still stock. (but if I had one, I wouldn't complain)

This car is a symbol, one that is so relevant to today's America.

Most of which have reached almost retirement age... with over 160 thousand miles, the engines of these beasts are coming to an abrupt stop for most. The ingenuity is running out.

The country is in a land slide to foreign made cars and newer aerodynamics. It's sad really how such beauty can go to the dumps.

The whole idea and body and make up could describe the American innovation. The aerodynamics of the car represent the time defying awe and beauty that still lasts today.

The treads seem to have lost there umph and the drive train has over driven it's 100 thousand mile warranty. Possibly suggesting that our idea of "being the best" is 60 thousand miles over a new American idea that needed to be checked then and replaced with a new one. Maybe Washington should find a new American Camaro to replace the beautiful legacy instead of letting its spirit die.

A little confused

I don't know whether to strip my bed and start packing or just relaxing on this break.

Seems like relaxing is getting me into trouble. So packing it is. I will pack for school, working on clothes all week, packing homework, start first thing now, and finally

Pack to move. Looks like gigs up and the loser is the one who lets this whole thing ruin their lives first. I caved the minute the word fell from my mothers lips. Looks like I'm the loser don't it?

Don't know what I'll need so a spot in granny's basement is calling my name... Don't wanna come home in three weeks to find my stuff ruined, broken, or missing... I atleast need to get my personal items that mean the most to me out of this emotional wreck of a family's reach.

Let the dust settle, and see what remains. what ties to my past, what friendships lasted like the flag that was still there.

My constant struggle to be the good guy.

Wow, what a shitty day. I'm so done with the whole divorce thing...

boring...

honestly there's less tension at granny's for goodness sake. I know what it's like to be on the hurt end of a relationship... trust me, It's not easy. {for all who don't know sometimes it can get a little hairy at granny's... (O the aggravation) but it comes no where near close to the drama.}

 I tell Sarah,my sister, that me and Christa and mom and them were going to see Harry Potter (number 6, I believe) so everyone would know where we were. Apparently word didn't make it past her ears.

So anger built and tension rose, but for no reason. We honest to goodness were just in a small miss communication error. Sitting peacefully in a theater with 20 other Harry Ron and Hermione fans just waiting for the plot of revenge that was stewing at home without us even knowing.

Tail bones

I have a tail bone... It likes to make itself known every once and a while. Now that I think about it we all have one and mine just happens to be making itself known to me in the form of unbearable pain that has left me nearly bed-stricken for the rest of the evening. I have been music deprived for nearly three days and it SUCKS!!!!! What a way to start off Spring break, yeah?  Nonetheless, I'm thankful for my good friends that bring me food and offer to clean up my messes. Where would I be without them? Oh I know... right where I am now, stuck in the bed and in utter pain, but maybe it'll get better or maybe it won't. All in all, I will try to bear through it, carrying my aching tail bone with me. So on the topic of tail bones, how is yours?

It serves no purpose but as a reminder that we are all humans from time to time.