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.