yay! poetry

life is like a bowl of lucky charms

sometimes you get a sugary rainbow

but other times,

you get a yucky wheat thingy.

but there is always a clover

to make your cereal tasty again.

THAT WAS SO DEEP!

heLLOOOOOO! anybody home??!

um scuse me! I'm still alive here! where is everybody??? no one posts anymore! I'm *sniff* SO LONELY!!!! there is nothing sadder than an empty blog. puh-leaaassseeeee..... ok, if there isn't at least 1 comment on here before monday, I'm giving up.

love, gabby <3

ps i think this is the exact teddy bear! yeah i know im cool :)

yay! updated!!

so, mr.ross, I changed it so that most of my posts have pictures now. is that good? thanks a lot to everyone for all the awesome gifts! I love you all so much.

love, gabby <3

ps: this picture makes me happy :)

foodie

hmmm... I would have to live in Mesoamerica. The people there had the main food supply of corn, beans, squash and turkey, and (except for the squash) I like all of those foods. Plus, I would have almost all the necessities: meat (turkey), vegetables (corn, beans and squash) and I could make meals from corn meal and things like that. Also, I recognize all of those foods, and I like eating what I know is good. I'm not afraid of trying new things, of course, but I'm not going to base my civilization around some freaky food I don't know about. I've never even heard of sorghum...sorgum? not entirely sure... but yes, I'd go with what I know. (that rhymes :)

radio carbon thingymabobber

Radiocarbon dating is a way of finding out how old something is. How it works is through the slow decay of radioactive carbon 14, a part of carbon which is the "building block of life". Basically all life forms contain some form of carbon 14, so when you calculate how much carbon 14 is left in a life form, presumably dead, and then put it into the carbon 14/carbon 12 ratio, you  have the age of the life form.

.... i think?

(((dance dance dance)))

oh yeah! that was so funnnnn. i'd just like to say that I love everyone and that was one of the funnest nights I've ever had, and NO THAT IS NOT SAD!!! haha jk. I am still dancing on the inside, and it's kind of uncomfortable...:P
lovvveeeee, gabby <3
ps my boyfriends name is jason, just for the people i didnt introduce :)

Account from Cajamarca- An Incan Servant

It started out as such a wonderful day.
I had been chosen from 26 other candidates to become one of our great and powerful leader Atahuallpa’s servants. It was the proudest day of my life.
And then the soldiers came.
Dressed in foreign, thick armor and babbling in some different language, they entered our great city during a ceremony. Atahuallpa treated them with the same courtesy he would anyone else, demonstrating the great charisma that made him such a wonderful leader.
A short man in some useless robes came up and offered a box to Atahuallpa, talking in some strange tongue the whole time. At least these strange people knew enough to bring gifts. I watched as our Master inspected the box. The man then started to reach forward…was he trying to touch the almighty one? I started forward, but before I could act, Atahuallpa showed great kindness and pushed the man’s hand away. To lay a hand on the king was a grave mistake, and he had just saved this man’s life by diverting him. Oh, if I was only half the man that he was!
The man looks angry as Atahuallpa opens his offering. It is filled with…paper? What a pathetic offering! Atahuallpa flings the unwanted thing away from him, and rightly so. The man throws a fit, and I feel sorry for him. It is not his fault he is so ignorant. Wait…
The men surrounding us are attacking! I must save the king. I rush to his side, watching as my brothers are slain mercilessly by these, these savages! They have not evolved from the fish they came from! I come closer to Atahuallpa, only to be knocked to the ground by their filth. They, they are taking him! I can do nothing. I feel so useless. I can only watch as my people are killed by these demons and piled up. Pandemonium surrounds me, as villagers are knocked into each other and rendered unconscious. It is a good thing I have a secret spot, one where I have watched Atahuallpa’s great ceremonies from afar. Because otherwise, I could not tell you this story.
And tell you of the one they call Pizarro, who ruined my very life.

Reflective Question: What role did ‘geography’ play in the story of the Maori and the Moriori?

I think, considering what Mr. Diamond said, that the fact that the Moriori came from a smaller environment and had to compromise with each other in order to maintain, well, order, made them WAY more peaceful then the Maori. Since the Maori came from a much larger island where they had options and could make enemies and even destroy other tribes without retribution, they were aggressive and war-like. The Maori probably would have killed the Moriori even if the Moriori had delivered their message of peace. Because the Maori didn't even understand the concept of peace, which is a very sad thing, in my opinion.

CAVEMEN THROW DOWN!

Hello, and welcome to the Final Round of Mammoth’s Battle of the Species! I’m Your Host, Small Brain! Tonight’s winner will get to live! Now here’s the kicker, folks- whoever loses has their entire race exterminated! But no pressure!
In this corner- Big Jaw! The cream of the rock as far as Neanderthals, he has big hands, big feet, and an even bigger brain! His opponent is Cro-Guy, some random dude that showed up when all the rest of the ‘Magnons fainted at the sight of good old Big Jaw!
Good luck, men! …kind of men! (Cro-Guy, you’re gonna need it. Look at those hands! God!) The bell has rung! Round One begins.
Big Jaw comes in swinging, catching Cro-Guy right smack on the chin. Ooh! He goes flying across the arena. That has got to hurt! Big Jaw is wailing on the poor excuse for monkey-spawn, and the crowd is going wild! Literally! Bodies are flying everywhere!
Big Jaw gears up for the final blow when Cro-Guy stands up. He’s still alive??? Damn, that’s one thick skull! Big Jaw laughs at the inferior Cro-Guy, watching his pitiful attempts to fight back, when… Oh my god. Cro-Guy is… Ooh! Ouch! Cro-Guy has kicked Big Jaw straight in the gonads! Big Jaw goes down like a sack of potatoes. His jaw is dropped! The Big One has been dropped by a girl! ….erm, girly man.
1, 2, 3- that’s the count. Cro-Guy has triumphed! Little over big! David over Goliath! Whoever they are… The Cro-Magnons have won the ultimate title- living! And the WWC (World Wide Cavefight) title! Which means nothing now that there will be no one to fight! Wait…I’m out of a job!
Goodnight folks. Hopefully you aren’t Neanderthals, because if you are…sucks for you!

sick day :(

yes, i am sick, so if anyone cares, I need the homework please!!!!! thanks you guys. hope everyone has a great weekend!
love you all,
gabby <333

excuse me. may i have your attention please?

um HELLO!!! hey guys- i know that my blog isn't super-de duper interesting, but IF by some chance you visit, please leave a comment! what's the point of me posting if no one acknowledges my existence??? pretty please with a cherry on top!
thank you!
love
gabby <333

shining star

FORTE:

Since forte is your best skill, and I've always been ok at soccer, I chose this phot. NOT because I think I'm awesomely skilled, but because this is what I'm best at.

oh yeah

FLOUT:

I think this represents flout because the guy is obviously showing off his bling. Its really blatant, and all of a sudden I wonder how much gold teeth cost....

...continued

VEHEMENT:

I chose this for vehement because I think of fire as forceful and at the same time almost passionate, and that perfectly describes the word vehement. Fire is dangerous, but at the same time strangely beautiful.

photo vocab

ALLEGED:

I chose this for the word alleged because I think this word is best used to describe a courtroom. The person accusing someone of doing something is the prosecuting lawyer, and the party alleged to have done something is the defendant. Of course, at this point, the prosecutor just THINKS the defendant did something- they have no proof.

small is now called tall..... and large is now called venti

it isn't easy being the smallest merchant in my village. but it's how I was made, and so I have to deal with it.
the air is hot and dry as we trek across the dusty desert plains, bringing our goods to a nearby town. Since I'm closer to the ground, the dirt kicks up and into my lungs. Everyone else sits high on a tall camel, while I, in my disgrace, am stuck on a dog. Shakira, to be exact. I hate this. I am no longer allowed to carry goods; I have been reduced to nothing but a thorn in our caravan's side. I fell off ONCE.
the wind was blowing hard, and my pack was heavy, ok? it could have happened to anyone...
under 4 feet. oh what a sad life i lead!
the dust over the hill picks up; please god not another sand storm! my lungs can only take so much abuse. I squint, trying to make out what's happening ahead. If only these stupid people weren't so damn tall! Something shiny flys past me and buries itself into the ground at my dog's feet. I bend over and inspect it. It looks like...
...a snowflake?
three more fly past me, and I quickly realize what they are- ninja stars! The thieves rush in, whooping and shooting their guns above their heads. and these aren't just any thieves. These are Mufasa's bunch. I consider running for it. Shakira's legs are short, though. Kind of like mine.
a horse hits us from behind. I am knocked from Shakira's back. The man steps off his horse and towards Shakira. It's Mufasa himself!
Mufasa spits on my beautiful dog, and laughs. It's a despicable sound. He draws a ninja star from his belt and moves closer to Shakira.
all the anger and frustation building within me all day comes out in this moment. I rush him, taking out his legs. Mufasa crumples, falling onto his face. I scramble up, preparing for the worst. But Mufasa doesn't move. oh the fortunes have smiled upon me! The horrible man has impaled himself on his own ninja star!
i look around and survey the damage. the caravan has completely split up, and pandemonium surrounds me.
only i keep my head.
only I spur my dog faster than ever before
and only i return and tell the story of the shortest merchant and his amazing dog.
and that's as good as any tall person could do, in my opinion.

pull the plug?

this is in response to the E:Prompt-

One day, you wake up in hospital. In the nearby bed lies a world famous violinist who is connected to you with various tubes and machines.To your horror, you discover that you have been kidnapped by the Music Appreciation Society. Aware of the maestro’s impending death, they hooked you up to the violinist.If you stay in the hospital bed, connected to the violinist, he will be totally cured in nine months. You are unlikely to suffer harm. No one else can save him. Do you have an obligation to stay connected?

well, I don't think I would be able to live knowing I'd caused the death of someone, so I would have to stay hooked up. It doesnt matter who the person is, if I was killing someone, a person period, I wouldnt do it. I don't think it would be very hard, since you could watch t.v. and read and things like that, and as long as people visited me, I'd be fine. :) i wouldn't have a problem with getting paid, but it wouldn't be required because, well, could YOU live with the fact that you basically robbed someone of their life just because you didnt like hospital food, or were bored with video games, or just plain didnt care? because then we would have bigger problems.

peace out :p
GaBbY*

dragon breath

NOTE: go to this website first, and then read the following : http://www.adequacy.com/stories/2001.8.1.165438.html

okay, first of all, I am so sorry for your loss. but you shouldn't let your sadness blur your judgement. blaming a silly game for the death of your child isn't going to make you feel better, but it is going to hurt some people's feelings. and of course prompt negative feedback. you cant just say that people should shun a popular game without having someone, and rightfully so, respond. there are a lot of different reasons why your child died, but no rational one that begins with Dungeons and Dragons. However, ALL of them start with you. hopefully you will see that while most of your audience feels sorry for you, almost as many will wonder why you decided to take your anger out on some stupid game.
good luck, you may need it.
gabby

fly boy

superman's got nothing on me.
I am the amazing fantastic awesomely cool Joe!
I am also late for math class.
I soar through the skies, twisting and turning, pulling off stunts a professional pilot wishes he could, when my super senses pick up a call for help.
I see the civilian in trouble, and, faster than a speeding bullet, race to save them. This particular person is being robbed- at least, that's what it looks like.
The villain never sees it coming. I hit him right where it hurts- the face- and he goes down like a rock. I turn to give the lady back her purse, and yell in pain. My eyes! Those wrinkles!
I have just saved my (ugh) science teacher, Ms. Prickle.
I can already feel her boring-ness draining me of my power. Noooo....homework....
"Joseph!" Arg. I hate science class. Ms. Prickle looks down her immense bifocals at me, and i feel like an ant under a magnifying glass. "Wake up!"
As she begins her lecture on paying attenton, blah blah blah, my gaze drifts down to my backpack. Aha. I totally ignore her as I reach down to grasp my cape.
Super Joe lives...

( this is for the picture you posted, mr.ross :)

oh gosh another year

first of all, THANK YOU to everyone! (zach aubrea and derek) Im so glad that people care enough to wish me a happy birthday. I love birthdays, because I also love cake, friends and OF COURSE presents. :) what i do not love is sending thank you cards, but I do it anyway because it's the least I can do, after everyone else has done so much for me.
Yay! Im fourteen! Finally!
love you all,
gabby

amazon people- get a life! (book review)

Book: WATER for ELEPHANTS by Sara Gruen

when I think of circuses, I envision a striped tent, clowns, and elephants. After reading this awesome book, I can also see behind the scenes. Sara Gruen weaves a magical tale of an unseen side of the circus.
Jacob is an orphaned college student studying to become a veteranarian who runs away from school and stows away on a train that turns out to be part of the Benzini Bros. circus train, the Benzini Bros. being a famous circus act. Jacob is taken in as the show's vet, and becomes part of the circus atmosphere.
Jacob is just getting used to circus life when he unwittingly falls for Marlena, one of the show's main performers. There's just one problem: Marlena's husband, the unpredictable and abusive August. As Jacob and Marlena struggle to figure out how they feel, another problem arises- an elephant is added to the otherwise pachyderm-less show.
This story of love, strength and the lives of circus performers reveals a new and exciting world. I think this is a really interesting viewpoint, and the climax is...auspicious. I really recommend this book for anyone who enjoys a funny, well-written book.

4 1/2 stars!

NOTE: objects in mirror are closer than they appear

reflecting on your year when you're only in the third month of it is to say the least difficult. But I will try my best. So far, I think my year has been okay. I can improve in a lot of places, starting with math. I haven't looked at my grades lately, but I'm guessing they aren't pretty. The thing that is hardest for me in all of my classes is putting it all together. I have most of the basics down, I just need to learn how to finish. I also have a little problem with concentrating, and it is NOT because my classes are boring. I am happy with ALL of my classes right now. But sometimes I just...I'm spacey. (Im not sure that's a word, sorry mr.ross) I think I have become a better student, but I know that I have a lot of room for improvement.

boxing day

Joe was an ordinary guy. He worked at an ordinary Pizza Hut. He listened to ordinary elevator music. And Joe lived in an ordinary box.
In Joe's life, controlled by society, every person was required to wear a box, in order to conceal their identity. Or, in Joe's mind, keep them from having one at all.
It was hard work, living in a box. Joe could only see life through two small holes cut into the side of his box. It was difficult to see and breathe, much less do anything else. Like go to the bathroom. But Joe didn't like to talk about that. But Joe didn't talk much about anything. Because he couldn't understand the people around him.
Unlike Joe, these people actually had gotten used to the boxed life. They even seemed to enjoy it. Joe couldn't see how you could enjoy eating through a little hole. How you could enjoy sleepng at night in a claustrophobic little square, surrounded by nothing but the smell of your own stinky breath.
So Joe avoided his neighbors. He avoided his co-workers. Joe basically avoided seeing anyone whatsoever, which wasn't very difficult since he could only see through those two little holes.
Joe lived a lonely, boxed-in life.
Until....
disaster struck.
Not only was he the only aware person in his community, but Joe also had very, very bad luck. So one day, while Joe was walking to work, the unthinkable happened- a rude and large man brushed past Joe, hitting him so hard that his box flipped around.
Now the thing about these boxes is they only have holes on one side. So now, Joe couldn't see anything.
So, he walked.
And walked.
Until he couldn't hear the murmur of people anymore.
Until his city was far behind him.
Until he could hear grass crunching under his feet.
And then, Joe's luck changed for the better.
A crazy wind, blowing everything around, swept Joe's box off of his head.
Joe watched the box fad into the distance.
And looked at the sky through two eyes for the first time.
And blinked really hard because the light was too bright.
And then Joe walked toward the sun, and his new life....
....outside of the box.

fire hazard

first of all, I'd like to say I hope everyone is ok and in their own home, because I can't imagine not having a house anymore. But if you at least have your family around you, you will make it.
OK, a really nice family I know were evacuated, and their house and all their belongings burned down. the parents make chocolate for a living (cool, I know) and lost all the equipment they had. So the mother, one of the nicest ladies i know, and trust me I know a LOT of nice ladies, posted on their website that they wouldn't be able to take any orders, because obviously they were kind of at a loss right? and the mother ALSO said, if anyone would like to help us in any way, please let us know.
And that was all.
come one, they had nothing!
well, some JERKS who i personally think are hateful and horrible and sick, told this woman who had lost EVERYTHING that they "couldn't believe" how the family was "begging" and how they should be ashamed and a lot more crap like that.
so, the nice lady called my mom, and just talking about it made her cry. she said it had come at "a bad time".
Oh. My. God.
A bad time???? she didn't have a home anymore! and people were MAKING HER CRY, because she didn't have enough to think about already!
ok, im calming down, sorry.
and on the other end of the spectrum, a soccer mom heard about the two boys and their plight and decided to donate brand new gear for both of them...
and she didnt even know them.
how can these two kinds of people- horrible and wonderful- be the same species?
well, I hope there are more of the wonderful ones...
because we need them.
love, gabby

i thought summer was over!!!

not that i don't LOVE not going to school (shhh dont tell) but ummm isn't summer over? and if it isn't, the water at the beach REALLY needs to warm up, cuz im freezing my butt off here! oh yeah and i kind of miss you guys. Kind of.
love, gabby

field trip (*cough* vacation)

so my dad asks what educational value our "retreat" has, and i told him none whatsoever. it was funnnnnny! and cool. well today is friday, and i am going to catch up on sleep for the week. happy birthday to brandee!
peace, gabby

turn turn turn

Ok, this is a writing assingment for mr. ross, my teacher. Im supposed to describe a person's life, based on a picture of a random person in a turnstile that i've never met before. here goes-

Cell phones are for losers.
This is the mantra of the single mother as she makes her way to the station. Her three year old is at daycare, her groceries are at home waiting to be put in the fridge, and she's here, romance novel in hand, rushing so as not to fail either one of these tasks. It's 3:30, and daycare picks up at 3:45. If she is late, they might revoke her privileges with her only child. Her milk, meanwhile, sits, curdling in its lonely wait, along with the eggs and cheese. She can't call her neighbor, the Hispanic man with the lisp, to put her food in that her friend delivered, and she can't call the day care, so that they don't think she has left her child, because of all the things that she believes in, she does not believe in cell phones. The social worker unit have a no-excuses rule, so if she is more than 5 minutes late, it might be too late. She struggles not to cry, pushing through the turnstile and hoping that for once, things will go her way. And when she borrows a patron's phone on the train and makes her life slightly sane once again, Ms. Olives realizes one thing.
Cell phones aren't for losers.
They are for people with lives.

haha not funny

(warning- this is a scary joke that makes no sense whatsoever. you have been warned)
THE DARK DARK ROOM

Once, there was a dark dark universe.
And inside this dark dark universe, there was a dark dark galaxy.
And in this dark dark galaxy, there was a dark dark planet.
And on this dark dark planet, there was a dark dark city.
And in this dark city, there was a dark dark street.
And on this dark dark street, there was a dark dark house.
And inside this dark dark house, there was a dark dark room.
And in this dark dark room, there was a dark dark bed.
And on the dark dark bed, there was a DARK DARK box.
And inside this dark dark box, there was...

A Bright Pink Jelly Bean!!!

This is my idea of tranquility, because the guy in the picture is all alone and it's... peaceful.

i am bored

yes this is random but it is also cool! you wish you were as cool as me...
peace love whatever
high five!
gabby

dust to dust

Delilah was seven years old when she was diagnosed with dyslexia. Her mother didn’t know what to make of it- everything her little girl saw was, well, backwards. Delilah was otherwise fine, eating and talking and laughing like any other child would do. But her one flaw was the thing that Delilah’s parents saw, and so the day before Delilah’s ninth birthday, her father took her an asylum, hoping they could fix her “affliction”.

This is Delilah’s story.

Daddy doesn’t look very happy. He says we are going somewhere special. I wonder if he got me the puppy I asked for. I’ve already figured out what I will name my new puppy- Bella if it’s a girl, Bob if it’s a boy.
Daddy tells me to get in the car, but he says it really mean. I don’t want Daddy to get angry, so I hurry.

We’ve been driving for a long time. This place must be really special! I try to be happy, but my stomach hurts. I’m hungry! I ask Dad if we can stop for something to eat. He stares at me the way Mom does when I try to read. Dad says we can’t stop. Why?

Smack! The door shuts. I must have fallen asleep, because I think we’re here. Daddy opens my door, and tells me to get out. I step out of the car, and Dad hands me my backpack. Why did he bring that? A tall man in a white coat comes from the big building we are standing in front of. He starts talking to my dad. Where are we? I strain to see the sign in the dark, but then I stop. I can’t read it anyway. I wish I wasn’t so different! Why am I-

“Delilah?” The man in the white coat speaks to me. He has a low voice that cracks a little bit. “Say goodbye to your dad now. We’re going to go inside.” He smiles, but it isn’t a nice kind of smile. My third grade teacher used to smile at me like that- like I wasn’t a “someone”, I was a “something”. I don’t want to go with the creepy man in the big coat. Daddy comes up and pats me on the shoulder. I go to hug him, but he shies away. What is wrong with me? The man tells me his name is Dr. Sharp. I start to cry. All of a sudden, two people pick me up and take me inside. I just want to go home.

It’s my birthday today!

I will be twenty-three.

Ms. Day brings in my food as usual, but it feels different compared to all the other days. I greet her as usual, taking my oatmeal. But today the gag reflex comes easier to me. Like I said it is a special day.

Dr. Sharp comes in for our monthly check-up, and tells me that he has some news. I hate news. Last time the doctor had news, I was being moved into a different part of the asylum. They said I was endangering the patients, and I needed to better serve my home. I was telling them a bedtime story! And this is not my home. And it isn’t a hospital, either. At hospitals they take care of you. They actually care whether you can sleep at night, or whether you have enough blankets, they care period. Not here. This is no hospital or home or anything even remotely good.

Dr. Sharp tells me that my father and mother died in a car accident. He says he is sorry, and gets up and leaves.

Oh my god.

They’re dead.

And I realize that no one cares. No one comes and says they are sorry for my loss. The loss of two people who probably never cared about me, about anything but themselves. Two people who I loved unconditionally until the day they gave me up just so they wouldn’t have to bear having a different child.

I cry. But not for my parents. I cry for the people like me. Because we still are people. And we always will be.

My birthday was yesterday. No one but me knew. No one but me cared. And so, no one but me will know that I didn’t die today. I was already dead inside.

Delilah died on April 13th. She was twenty-three. She was also patient #376. And now all that is left of Delilah is in a can in a lonely library with the label ripped off. Because more than anything, Delilah hated to be labeled.

poll problems

hey guys- as my poll shows im really sorry about being stupid. I'd just like to apologize again for being an idiot, and i don't actually care how smart you are. Im sorry if i offended anyone in any way, shape or form.
Now about my poll now- i was a.) happy that someone voted for "gabby", b.) happy that 2 people voted for the forgiveness one, and c.) wondering who called me obnoxious twice! jk. so i hope everyone knows just how sorry i am, and i hope that i've said sorry enough because i've just about filled my quota. (vocab word mr ross:)
love! gabby

to our wonderful politicians

Dear Representatives of the Texas House,
First of all, I'd like to thank you. You have convinced me to NEVER endeavour at being a Representative. I'd also like to thank you all for being so mature and having so much integrity. It's good to know that Texas is in such good hands. But I'd like to ask you a question. How much are you paid to cheat and lie in order to get your way? Did you go through school to learn this kind of ridiculous hypocrisy or did it just come naturally to you? It's slightly ludicrous to me that all of you have, I think, worked extremely hard to get to this level. What I'm wondering about is that it seems you've gone through a lot to be demoted back to kindergarten. It's just a bigger playground, with fancier words and much more name-calling.

Maybe next time you vote for something, you'll try to vote for yourself, and not your whole row. Thanks again for being a fantastic example of leadership!

Yours,
Gabrielle Olivas

us beasties

Well, this is hard for me. My first reaction is woo hoo! We are so animals, it's not even funny. But then I don't consider myself on the same level as a dog. I mean, they lick themselves. Nasty! But I guess if there was no other way...I still wouldn't do it. but we're basically all on the same level. we all eat, sleep, breathe, most of us think- hey, some animals AND people don't- and I think we're generally the same. but then some "smart" people say we are on a whole other level, what with our houses, and books, and...toilet paper...and...guns! Guns totally separate us from them. Yeah, right. Look, I don't think dogs ever tried to blow each other up. They sniff each other, go Yo! this is my property, bark a couple times, and it's over. no press wars, no shootings, no he said/ she said crap. Man, I wish I was more like an animal!

cyber rage

I throw the stupid computer against the wall. This isn't happening, this isn't happening! The keys fly off, breaking into trillions of pieces, white pieces, black pieces, silver pieces from the inner workings. I stomp on the remains, crushing my anger as well. "Honey! Wake up!!" What's happening... "Oh my god- what happened to Fluffy?"

reciprocate

This is kind of a joke, without really meaning to be. I couldn't find a better explanation, but this is kind of giving back, isn't it???

paradigm

O.K., I'm not exactly sure this is a "world view", but I think peace is a general thing that people want. And it's something I believe in.

objectivity

obviously, this is to represent what total b.s. objectivity is....ha ha, only joking. I thought it was kind of ironic.

accord

I used this picture of a hand-shake because it's like a sign of agreement, which is basically accord, right?

homework stinks

no offense, mr ross. but I can't find a good book!!

i am not emo

yes i like pink meny. deal with it

what's up

hey peoples- how do you spell ho? hoe?

This is a post.com

Hey, this is random words because... well, because these be randomly wordsees.