A moment in Francise...

Je suis desole.
Je suis desole mon ami.
Je suis desole mon ami pour la nuit derniere.
Je suis desole mon ami.
Je suis desole.
Je suis desole mon ami.
Je suis desole mon ami pour au'jourd.
Je suis desole mon ami.
Je suis desole.

Memoirs of a Sophmore

And so at my last Parent/Teacher Conference my English teacher "the tank" (and in no way does she resemble a tank in anyway) told my parents: my wrting was decent, and my hanadwriting -artist; but I must beware because it is extremely illegable to everyone else. And if I were to write "my way" on the SATs and the scorers couldn't read it, they would just give it a 0. And so since I believe my writing is more deserving of a high grade, I guess I should let go of my stubornness for the next two years of High School and attempt to write in a way they could understand.
Yes, I agree maybe it is hard to read, however I always feel defensive about my writing because I always seem to be THE ONLY ONE in all my classes whose writing is demeed messy. And I don't personally get it! Often times I see chicken scratch writen on my neighbor's page, it looks as if it were done by a first grader who still uses those thick pencils. No offense boys but often their handwriting SUCKS and the teacher NEVER tells them to try to write nicer. Is it simply because they are a boy? Is their handwriting not supposed to be superior just because of their gender? To me, that is extremely unfair and BS! Just because I am a girl, doesn't mean my handwriting should look like that of the girl sitting next to me. Where every letter is perfectly spaced out, they dot their I's with little hearts or circles. And each letter is unusually wide as if the reader were to be sitting ten feet away and has to see it!
I HATE the typically, girlly, prepy, handwriting and I know you all reading this know what I am talking about! Why must my penmenship look identical to theirs? Just thinking of it makes me gag! Why do I seem to be the only one picked on for her writing by those whose doesn't look much better; may I stand corrected doesn't look equal!

Movin' on

What gives you the motivation to move on?

The fear of standing still.

Pilate Infinity

How do you mend, a broken heart?
How do you fix what cannot be broken?
Made out of stone, but it can bend.
How do you repair something so important?

A feeling of Dismay

This place isn't for me

I want to soar

I want to be free

Somewhere else,

is where I'm supposed

to be.

'Cause I'm a triangle

fitting into a square's place

it just was never meant

to be.

Obsessed

Well here I go again

complaining about another person in my life

But how can I help it?

.....I freakin' see them everyday of my life!

My mother like every other mother is obsessive. I personally think every mother is, about something! Hair dying? Shopping? You looking perfect?

My mother is obsessive about teeth. When we look at magazines of models she always finds all the imperfections of their teeth and sighs and says, "Why wouldn't their parents invest in braces for them? It would greatly improve their appearance!" And then I would say, "Oh mother! Why are you so obsessive about people's appearance? There is more to life than that!"

"But Kathleen look there are so narling!"

"So don't look at them!"

Progress

Here lies the old computer of my home:
It was purchased when I was in 4th grade
the one before that when I was 2 years old
and there were none before that.
I still remember sitting on the rug by the backdoor setting up the computer which just broke.
And thinking of how cool it was.

Now I am sitting infrot of another hp yet again. My fingers are not used to the keys, the mouse does not fit my hand but its black finish is just so cool. Hopefully this one will last a little longer...