Fights, Families, and Flight

When we're good, we are great. But..is it worth the bad times?
When it's someone I love, it's hard to let go. But sometimes I feel like that's what I should do. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words break my heart.
Family...What is family to me? Family is my shelter. My protectors. The ones to make me feel stupid when I dress slutty or preppy, or to make me feel comfortable with weird things like toenails, farting, or armpit hair from onions. They're to be annoying when I'm trying to date, but at least I know I'm loved.They know all your back ground stories, your habits, your inside jokes. So when family members hate me, don't seem to care, that hurts more than anyone could hurt me. So why is it that families fight the most?
I ran away once. I think I was twelve or something. Hid in the neighbors yard and the trailer. My sister came out for me but I was mad. I wasn't coming back. But I never left the neighborhood. Our family friend came to the door, and I stupidly came out of hiding to tell her no one was home. I spent the rest of the day with her. Later, I found out my mother had sent her. I need her again. I want her again. 

The Hokey Pokey, Shakespearan Style

O proud left foot, that veetures quick within, then soon upon a backward journey lithe:
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe, Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To Spin! A wilde release from heaven's yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke, banish now thy doubt
Verily, I saw, 'Tis what it's all about.'

High School Reminiscance

There was a time when life was easy.

We hopped in a bus every morning, pitying ourselves for having to get up so early. The bus was naptime in the morning, relax and review time in the afternoon. We would arrive at the big portable rooms, and immediately look for our friends, hoping to talk about absolutely nothing for the three minutes we had to get to class. In between class we would repeat.

     

By lunch time we were dying to tell stories of the classes and rumors that had spread. Mostly though we couldn’t wait to meet up in our usual spot, sometimes move to a new spot, find the one friend that missed the memo because they actually turned off their phone in class, and head up to the bookstore to buy some food. Junk food was our main diet for four years.

 

Boys of course, came through out little group. Whether they were Trina’s, or mine, they never stayed long.

The only way to survive high school was, of course, to be mean. I was really the only mean one, the others tried to keep me in line. There were people who knew I became meaner all the time, and those who were afraid of me. The sophomores (s’mores) heard legends about me by the time I was a senior.

Ah…senior year. Ce-e-e-elebrate good times come on! Oh yeah. That was a blast. It began in the end of August, where everything was calm for about two weeks into September. Then I landed myself into archway. That was nothing school related, lucky for me. I had just got into a fight with my mom. After that, my care for everything went to hell. I loved my friends and that’s all I went for.

     

It seemed I sluffed more often than not, until I got suspended. Well, maybe that care left after I survived swine flu, but my dear aunt Cathy didn’t. Maybe, it was even the lack of my friends who had graduated the year before. Bus rides were spent alone, and they were depressing. So I would shove everything but fun aside the second I got off that bus until the second I got back on the bus. I had no clue I had begun to care so little until I was suspended. Then I started caring, just enough to not get caught.

     

 

I got in a fight my senior prom, getting assault charges. After that, for some reason people started to respect me. Too bad that was a month before I graduated. Could’ve used that when they were stuffing powdered jelly donuts into our bags and ‘accidentally’ tripping as we walked by, dumping drinks on us.

Sluffing was fun.

    

We attempted to go to the zoo, and got lost, so just wandered around Salt Lake. We went to the Gateway and spent all the money we had. We went again just to get away from school and life. Most the time we would hang out in the study room of WSU’s computer lab.

      

Only a few times did we hang out after school, since nobody had funds, cars, or time.

There were 7 of us in our group. The lovebirds couple, the Jokester blonde, the Midget, the Mexican(t), the Druggie, and our ‘gay guy’, who isn’t really gay but people saw him that way. Now, the lovebird boy was kicked out, the lovebird girl is in Indiana, the Jokester blonde has 3 jobs, the Midget isolated herself and is struggling to get a life back, the Mexican(t) keeps switching schools and jobs, can’t seeming to find her place, the Druggie just works and does drugs, and the ‘gay guy’ has a steady job, tons of friends, and does full-time college.  What a group eh?

Flow of life

There were two gods. Ballet and Modern. Ballet's parents were Musicality and Control. Modern's was Flow and Collapse. Ballet and Modern ruled the world. They had three wonderful kids. Ice Skate, Jazz, and Gymnastics. Modern had a sister who was Water. Water had two daughters, Swim and Tunes. Of course, the line continues. Ice Skate had a daughter, Water Ballet, Jazz's son is Broadway, and Gymnastics created Olympics and History. Swim had two children, Track and Ball, and Tunes became Symphony. History ended up with two kids, Hollywood and Paint. Broadway produced Plays and Musical. Ball, of course, produced the NFL.
These gods ruled the world. The afteraffects of all these great activities on the world became not so good however.

Hollywood created Money, which created Charity and Violence which lead to Jealousy, Guns, and Drugs. Jealousy lead to affairs. Drugs led to Prescence of oneself.
Paint brought Sculpting and Engineering. That led to Cities and Vehicles with of course brought Electronics and Pollution. Electronics created Phones which led to Drama. Drama brought Suicide and Theatre. Suicide has self realization and reunion, which brings about change and companionship. That brings friendship. Theatre leads to Honesty and Masks. Honesty brings discipline and push, which eventually brings out accomplishment. Then occurs Confidence, Failure, and Luck. Sexiness and Joy produce from Confidence, and Surprise from Luck.
Pollution leads to Green people and forgiveness and care.
Musicals brought about Tradition which led to Holidays which lead to War and Religion. From Religion Fear and Politics were born. Politics lead to Laws, and Adoption.  Law brings about Reflection and Justice. From Reflection Compassion and Creativity are able to make Open Minds, Adventure and Food. Open Minds create Chance and Ideas, where Board games and Video games come from. Boardgames brought Fun and Snacks. Adoption brings about Hope and Longing.
Food creates Glutteny, Restaurants, and Theft. Theft leads to Prosecution and Satisfaction.
So all in all, all things end good.

Written by Candace Brook

Thank you for da suggestion... something about a foot....
Here ya go Erin :)
That shoe,
That sock,
Whatt is wrong with you to torture me like that.
That shoe,
Gives me blisters of pain,
Makes me ache after I walk for awhile,
Creates sunc high temps that could kill!
That sock,
Like putting a plastic bag over your head,
Skin tight and not comfortable,
increasing temps like the shoe!
You foot torturer!
I'd rather be murdered,
The shoe and sock are bullies!
I'm your foot!
Save me!
I'd like to see you walk without me,
One day you'll regret this torture.
I'll get you,
And your shoes and socks too.

A Carl's Jr. robs McDonald's

A Carl's Jr. Star sneaked quietly up to the McDonald's door. Staying just out of sight of the cameras, the star looked for the signal. When it appeared, he took the key out of his tip pocket and opened the door and slipped inside. McDonald's was known for their Big Macs and McCafe. The star walked into the freezer and pulled out all the Big Mac buns and sauce and stacked them in front of a wall on a cart. Star stacked all the coffee items he could find on top of that: grounds, filters, pots, syrups, and makers. Star walked back out where he had seen his signal, made his own. He waddled as fast as he could on wide-spread, yellow star-tipped legs. Just as the Star got a couple five feet from the cart, a semi-truck backed through the wall. The bang of it started the alarms going. Luckily, the cart had been the exact height as the floor of the lowered semi. The buns and coffee supplyslid nicely into the truck, and the cart sped away toward the Star. The Star cartwheeled up and over into the truck, lowering the cover. Another Star driving the semi signaled to two helicopters above, piloted by more Stars. Chains attached to the semi, and it was lifted by the helicopters. As they lifted the truck into the air, the Star inside the semi hit a detonator button. In the slowly disappearing view of the McDonald's, a bos of mayonnaise packets exploded. The building melted into a smoldering goo pile.

Thoughts from Gabriel Diarte

12:13am June 10th. Such a sad moment in my life as a son. Loss isn't always easy to deal with. However, the love someone leaves behind is a hard flame to smother. The closer to the heart things like love dwell, The more they influence your world and the people you share it with. So remember who you are and why you chose to be that way.
"The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime."

This phrase has been stuck in my head since high school. It used to help me make myself work hard and try to do the best I could, ect. Because that's what I thought it was reminding me to do. But now, a little older, I've found success is a poor reason to live. Don't forget that your "old age" isn't guaranteed, and your success short lived. So use your life wisely, as there may be less of it than you think. And never forget that people are the most important thing you have. Because without love and other people to share it with, life is utterly meaningless.