LOVE

There are many types of love. I throw around the word love really easily because I do love the people I tell. It is a word that I use to signify people I think are close friends, or just friends in general. Because I love my friends for being there in their own special way for me. Some people tell me I shouldn't use love so much, but I feel like love describes how I feel about people better than the word LIKE does. Love means so much more than like will ever mean to me. 

So please understand, if I tell you I love you, you have reached a point in our friendship where I truely love you. I don't tell people that I love them if it is a lie. Sure I may not love them all the time, I may go back and forth between loving them and hating them, but if I say I love them. I truely love them and would do anything to help them out. I care for those I love :} 

I have never been IN love...like with a boyfriend or something. (yeah that's right I added a or something like a kool kid). I have never had a boyfriend actually....but I'm sure eventually I should probably differentiate between the two forms of love ;P until then...I love basically everyone....Since I have considered everyone my friend since I was a little kid.....

What Writing Means to Me.

It's like a part of my soul and mind crying into the paper and no one noticing it :}
Writing makes me feel like less of a broken person.
It's so soothing...and a way to get rid of the pain without having to tell someone.
Writing is a way for me to stay. Writing is a life saver for me.
If I did not have writing, I don't know what would happen to me.
I wouldn't be me without writing though.
I would be more broken.
I would be shattered.
Writing makes me me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Writing is my way of crying.
Writing is my way of begging for help.
Writing is my silent question.
Writing is my silent therapist.
Writing saves me over and over again.
Writing is a life saver.

I get hurt easily.
I can't vent to people.
I can't talk to people.
I don't think I would be able to even explain how I got hurt.
It just happens from one simple word here and there.
It happens from me over thinking things.
That's what writing is there for me.
I can just pour all my feelings into a story
and life is suddenly better.
It doesn't matter what I'm writing,
life gets better when my emotions turn into a story.

Mi historia en Espanol

Había una vez un rey que vivió en la isla desierta con muchos duendes. Ellos no pudieron salir de la isla desierta. Por un año ellos intentaron encontrar una llave del esqueleto. Una llave del esqueleto que abrió el tesoro de rey.

El rey mandó los duendes encima de las montañas y por el bosque en busca el llave del esqueleto. Los duendes salieron inmediatamente. En las montañas los duendes encontraron un unicornio. El unicornio dijo, “La llave del esqueleto es muy pequeño y difícil encontrar.” Los duendes compraron la comida y continuaron pasar por las montañas.

Tan pronto como los duendes salieron de las montañas ellos durmieron por una semana. Directamente después, los duendes anduvieron hacia adelante, de pronto los duendes encontraron una llave del esqueleto. Los duendes corríeron a la llave del esqueleto. Un duende dijo, “¡La encontramos!¡La encontramos!” Ellos bailaron y tuvieron una fiesta. ¡Los duendes verb? muy felices!

Ellos exhibieron el llave del esqueleto con orgullo y felicidad y volvieron a casa rápidiamente.

En su casa, los duendes presentaron la llave del esqueleto al rey de los duendes. El rey estuvo muy feliz y orgulloso de sus duendes.

“¡Corte mí pelo!” el rey gritó, “¡Mí pelo es muy largo por esta!” Rápidamente, un duende vino y cortó el pelo del rey. “Toda la vida, yo había querido salir esta luego.” El rey dijo. “A veces yo dudo nosotros habríamos salído. ¡Por fin,
nosotros salimos! ¡Yo estoy encontado! Nosotros vamos a dormir antes de abrir el tesoro. ¡Buenas noches mis amores!” El día siguiente los duendes sigieron a su rey y miraron el cuando el rey abrió el tesoro.


En el tesoro, hubo una puerta. La puerta abrió para (in order to) revelar una playa, completo de monstruos. Ellos olvidaron decir sus madres que ellos fueron salido. El luego fue muy asustadizo. El duende y sus rey corrieron a sus casa.

“¡Madre, Madre!” gritó el rey. “¡Ayudame!”
“Qué paso?” la mamá de rey gritó.
“Nosotros encontramos el llave del esqueleto. El tesoro abrió revelar una playa. Estoy muy asustadiza de monstruos.”
El madre abrazo el rey y echo el llave del esqueleto fuera.

EL FIN

Sasha's Tale *Canterbury Tales*

“There was  some children once that I knew,” Sasha began her tale. “They were the brother and sister of one of my friends. We weren’t supposed to ever hang out though, because my friend was very poor. It didn’t look good for my parents to let me hang out with poor people for some reason. Well my friend and I never listened to my parents and we would see each other. Because she was friends with me, she was pretty well fed. I wasn’t going to let my friend starve around me.

Her family had 8 children, she was the oldest and the most loved. We were freshmen in high school when her parents decided they couldn’t afford to keep all their children. One day when my friend, Nina was her name, got home her youngest two siblings were gone. They only had 6 children now. The mother said they went somewhere they would be able to eat better. The father said it was for the best. The child that was now the youngest of them all, told Nina that their father had told them to go out and find food for us all. That they weren’t allowed to come back until that happened. Nina never saw them again that I know of.

A few months later, Nina’s family was again having problems with feeding everyone because their mom had been fired from her job. So when Nina came home again from school one day, the three youngest siblings were gone. The mother said they went somewhere they would be able to eat better. The father said it was for the best. The  child that was now the youngest of them all, told Nina that their father had told them to go out and find food for us all. That  they weren’t allowed to come back until that happened. One of her siblings came back this time. Nina’s brother came back with a tale that was very strange indeed. Nina told it to me the very day she heard it. She was practically in tears as she told me.

The children were given a basket that they were told to fill with food before they came back, the brother had told Nina. So they went out into the woods that was outside their house on the outskirts of town. They were going to pick the biggest cherries and blueberries they could find. To find their way back, they had laid down a trail of walnuts that they had found, planning on picking them up later. As the three traveled deeper into the woods they had noticed that there was something different about the path they were on. It was getting darker, there weren’t anymore leaves on the trail. When they had looked behind them, there was a squirrel that had been following them picking up the walnuts along the way.

They didn’t think anything of it though. The children had continued walking, figuring they would worry about finding their way back later. Eventually they had found a real path in the woods, made out of stones. Following it, it had led them to this little cottage that appeared to be made of food. They were so hungry after walking for so long, that they had been overjoyed to find food and had run towards the cottage. Right as they were about to see if it was indeed actually food, the door of the cottage had opened. This cranky looking old lady had stepped out of the cottage. It looked like she was about to yell at them, when she just smiled and motioned for them to come inside.

‘I see you followed your siblings here,’ the cranky old lady had smiled at the children as they walked into the house. ‘You must be awfully hungry, just like they were. How about you go and say hello to your siblings and I will make us something to eat?’ She showed them to the basement doors and sent them down the stairs, following slowly after. When they had reached the bottom of the stairs, they saw that it was a cellar fully of food on one wall and on another there were these huge cages. The old lady had opened one of the cages and pushed the children in before they could do anything else.

‘Enjoy.’ The old lady crackled and had climbed back up the stairs. The rest of Nina’s younger siblings had come out of the shadows, tears in their eyes, and had hugged their siblings. The ones that had been there for longer, had explained that whenever they were hungry, they could just ring the bell at the entrance to the cage. The old lady would bring down some warm stew for them to eat and then would vanish back upstairs. The stew was really quite good, the youngest had informed them, just as long as they were careful about not eating the bones of the meat.

So the siblings had rang the bell, because of course they were hungry. Within a few moments the old lady had come skipping down the stairs. ‘My dear children,’ she had sung to them. ‘It appears we are out of stew. Who wants to help me with the ingredients to make more?’ The youngest of Nina’s siblings had walked forward to help her. That was the last anyone ever saw of him.

As the oldest of the siblings that were locked in the house, the brother realized very quickly that they weren’t eating just any type of meat. He had found fingernails in the stew this time. There were some long hairs there also. He had noticed a ring in the stew also. It was his youngest sister’s friendship ring. So he had hatched a plan to get out of the cottage. There was no way to take his siblings with him on the day that he had decided to escape though. The old lady was too quick for that.

It was almost a month before she had come back down asking who wanted to help with the ingredients again. This time, the brother had gone up. Not realizing that the brother knew what the old lady had been doing, she had tried to show him to the kitchen. He had run straight out the door though and had just kept running until he came out of the woods, collapsing in exhaustion outside of his old home. Nina had found him later that day, right on the edge of the woods. When he woke up, he told Nina the story about the wicked old lady.

Nina told me that even if someone offers me food if I enter their basement, I should never do it. That is something I have followed since the day that my parents threw me into exile. Being alive was more important than being well fed.

My Character for Canterbury Tales

SASHA

Sasha walked into the DMV that fateful day because there was a job opening there that she wanted to apply for, after waiting two years to find one that she met the qualifications.  Now if only she could get the job and start saving up money. She had given up on her career as an artist; it had just put her out on the streets.

This 19 year old girl was very good looking. Her family had disowned her, so she lived in exile now. Her artwork was a bitter sweet reminder of why she was a on the streets Since she was such a shy person in her life, she was very wary of strangers. She had stalkers that would come and take pictures of her but she ignored them. Her hair was in a pixie cut, though it was getting really long now. Her hair was jet black with pink streaks, there was no way of knowing how she got the dye for it, but some suspected her of stealing. That was of course how she got her art supplies. Sasha’s eyes were covered by her hair, but sometimes if she wanted you to see them, her brilliant blue eyes would shine through her snarly bangs. They were filled with determination and rebellion. Her clothes were all raggedy after being on the streets for almost two years now.   

In the winter she was always freezing, and her only pair of gloves was covered in holes everywhere. Her jacket was in the same condition, but a fading silver color. It was a designer jacket, and it was amazing that she had managed to keep a hold of it. Sasha no longer had a good pair of shoes, her converse were more holes than shoe. Her Secret Circus jeans had been worn out to being almost completely see through. She did carry around a worn out backpack that carried all her art supplies and one change of clothes. Her other pair of clothes was worse for wear than the ones she worn now.

Her tattoo of a dragon that she had gotten before getting kicked out of her house, climbed up her back, the head of it seemed to rest on her neck. No one ever asked if it signified anything, but she told us that it was a symbol of strength to her and that she had to keep moving. Her life was just at its lowest right now.

Poem about To Kill A Mockingbird

Innocence Fades With Time

Everyday at school,
We see little dirty snowmen all around,
The teachers wear those professional suits of theirs,
The students have those innocent smiles

Everyday at school,
You can watch as some are dragged down,
Gossip spreads like wildfire,
Everyday at school

We all act nice as we walk the halls,
Hiding anything inappropriate or mean,
Once school is out or we make it to our classes,
The snowman melts,
Showing how much innocence we lose

Everyday at school,
It gets worse for everyone,
Soon there will be only pain in these walls,
Trapped here like we all are,

As time goes by we will grow older,
We will lose the innocence that was once ours,
It’s our own doing,
Gossiping and being mean,
We bring it upon ourselves.

Everyday we lose more innocence,
Everyday we grow older,
Each day we almost leave our nest,
Our mockingbird will leave soon,
For each day it grows harder,
And even harder to not grow-up,
To stay the same sweet innocence,
That slowly is fading away.

Animal Experimentation Paper Outline

*yeah I haven't a clue why I'm posting this...but I wrote this paper in Freshman English (so four years ago)

Saving humans?

 
Thesis: Animals have feelings, so do humans, but human feelings aren't ignored when it comes to medical problems. Humans attack each other just like animals. Both are creatures on this planet and yet animals are treated like lesser beings. If there was no animals, humans wouldn’t be where they are today in the world. Animals provide everything for us, as they always seem to have. Now they provide a way for humans to experiment for human operations without having to hurt humans. The animals can’t protest, so it doesn’t matter what the animals think.

I.                    Scientists beliefs on experimentation *caring or cruel SIRS*

a.       Help save human lives

                                                               i.      Human lives are more important

b.      Animal groups are a little too extreme at times

                                                               i.      Attacks on scientists

c.       Take good care of the animals

II.                  Violence towards scientists *terrorizing medical research SIRS*

a.       Some scientists forced to quit jobs because of animal extremists

                                                               i.      Breaking in to labs

                                                             ii.      Threats

                                                            iii.      Bombings of scientist homes

b.      Scientists have to choose between family and work

                                                               i.      threats towards family members

c.       Police find Scientists names on hit lists

d.      Government more concerned about scientists safety then the animals

III.                Treatment of animals            *caring or cruel*

a.        Environment

                                                               i.       varies on places

                                                             ii.      many countries have restrictions on treatment of the animals *US phase out EBSCO?*

                                                            iii.      scientists think animals wont preform well if in environment that they hate

1.        want animals to be happy

a.        live in cages

b.      feed healthy diets

b.      Testing

                                                               i.       Monkeys

1.        

IV.                Scientists doubts and thoughts*caring or cruel*

a.       Jane Goodall

                                                               i.       urges EU to find alternative methods for finding cures

                                                             ii.      wants people to admit that its wrong to cause pain on creatures with feelings

b.      some scientists doubt vivisection is accurate because of human differences with animals *bad science EBSCO*

                                                               i.      drugs can have different affects on different creatures

V.                  Vivisection *why animal research is bad* *EBSCO*

a.       operating on living animals

                                                               i.      wrong because most human diseases are unique to humans

1.       look at previous section

VI.                Not always helpful *bad science* *EBSCO*

a.       Opren

                                                               i.      Anti –rheumatic drug

                                                             ii.      Animal tested, said to be safe

1.       7 years of testing

                                                            iii.      Killed 76 people, injuring many

b.      AIDS drugs

                                                               i.      Merck’s drug

1.       Killed the animals so studies were shut down

a.       Scientists figure that the drug would do the same to humans

                                                                                                                                       i.      Thought unethical

                                                             ii.      Crixivan

1.       Another drug

2.       Used alternative methods for testing

3.       Made using computer

4.       Used on humans

5.       When tests on dogs, all dogs died

6.        

Masks

Masks

Masks come in all shapes and sizes. People see them as those things made of plastic and other materials, that are displayed on a face. They don't have just one meaning though, like all the shapes, sizes, and colors, they have millions of meanings. One of the meanings could be to tell a story, which I think is what many people see masks as. Another could be to hide from others, or to camouflage in. The one type of mask that I'm most familiar with is Concealing.
People all over conceal who they are at some point in time in their life. They don't want others to realize who they are, or why they are who they are. On occasion people feel as though their surrounding peers don't care who they are and feel the need to conform with the remainder of the group.   They don't see the true identity of the person, because they are so self absorbed, or for some other reason. One of my friends is like that. She doesn't care who I am, or who I want to be, as long as I'm like her it doesn't matter to her. I don't know if she is self absorbed or if she thinks as I grow up I should change with her, but I'm not and she gets really rude about it.
    Another example of concealing would be from when I was at church just the other day. I was trying very hard to keep my mask on, but for some reason I just couldn't. It was the fact that my teacher was trying to be so serious, but I just felt so tired and my mask slipped. I got kicked out of class, because I was doing nothing, except trying to keep from laughing. I don't do good in serious situations, and I just couldn't handle it. My attitude came out in the instant that I lost my mask and that is the reason I got kicked out. I was being myself and my teacher wanted me to be someone that I can't be. All my life people have been telling me to be myself and then there's this one instant when my mask slips and I'm myself. I get in trouble for being myself, so why should I be who I am?
    When people grow up their masks grow stronger or weaker depending on their confidence. When they have little confidence their masks grow stronger, like mine did. They grow and grow until the person doesn't even recognize who they are anymore. When they look back on their lives they see that, but they don't want too. There are times when they realize that they could've said more, but their mask was taking over again. A mask of concealing isn't just hiding your emotions on your face and not showing them; it's also a way not to feel them, or to ignore them. People may mask out how they feel,however in the end the mask cathces up to them. When a weak mask is present, it probably means that person has alot of confidence, because they feel safe around people and don't feel the need to hide from them. That means they really don't need a mask. They might need a mask sometimes, but it doesn't have to be as strong.
Masks can sink a person low or raise a person high. All the presidents probably have really strong masks, even though they probably have lots of confidence. Presidents have to hide their true emotion it seems, just like boys aren’t supposed to cry. Masks can just be sterotypes really, like the emos, the goths. They probably are all behind their mask trying to live their life without being bothered.             
    Masks can be good things and bad things, but for me I consider them something to be dreaded, but thankful for. I've told you two examples why they are that, and that is really the only reason for it. I'm not accepted for who I am and that's my problem. Sometimes masks don’t help, sometimes they hurt, but can they be stopped? My mask is my life force pretty much, if I didn’t have my mask then I don’t know what I would do. I hide behind my mask as the world goes by, because people scare me and I’m not like most other people. I don’t understand them or anything like that, so hiding is the best I can do for now.

College Visit

ONCE UPON A TIME

there was this girl who was like the koolest girl in the whole world

I know that girl!

dang really? XD *sister was looking over my shoulder lol*

Yes, you probs don't know her.

so anyway...this girl decided she would be awesauce and go on her second college visit to Loras because she loves that school.

And yet I'm able to tell a story about her? <.<
>.>
strange....

Well while she was at the school, one of the professors that she was talking with asked her why she wanted to go into Social Work....the girl's answer was that she wanted to help people....and then the girl's mother took over with the answer (since the girl doesn't exactly talk much and people can barely hear her when she does talk ya know)

So her mother almost made the girl cry with her answer....

She said "It must have been two years ago that there was three suicides in the same school year at the girl's school. That was when the girl looked really hard into going into social work. She wanted to be able to help out her friends. In fact after either the second or the third one the girl had told me that her friends and her needed pet therapy. So I took her and her friends home and let the girl therapis her friends *new word woot woot*"

The girl just smiled and waved like a penguin would do *not* and then they were off to see the rest of the school!

THE END

This is the story of what I did on my college visit today, I'm telling one of my friends and too lazy to edit out his comments...His comments are all Italicized, so enjoy!

Men Vs Woman Thinking

Confirmation assignment

I'm pretty sure I was supposed to include religious stuff in my assignment since it's for a religion class thing....and yet I avoiding including it at all possible costs cause I didn't feel like making stuff up :} Here is my assignment! I also got bored half way through writing it...notice my answers got shorter ;P


Courage: Strength to follow one's convictions.

2. I think that bullying or teasing isn't okay. It should be stopped. No one should have to be bullied, whether it is physically or just mentally it should be stopped. Teasing isn't always okay either, because let's face it, some people don't take teasing well. Some people take it as mental bullying, and it hurts them.

3. If I see someone picking on another person, I don't usually do anything because I can never tell if it is legit picking on or just friends teasing friends. If I know for a fact that they are picking on the person though, I will step in and tell them to knock it off and leave the person alone.

Awe & Wonder in God: Moves us to respect the Lord through praise and worship/helps us find dignity and respect of others and the world

1. When I see a beautiful sunset or sunrise or mountains or ocean I feel peaceful and story ideas come to me as I watch the beautiful scenery. 

2. When I see suffering I am moved to help the people in need. It's one of the reasons why I'm going to get a social work major so that I can help the people that need help.

Critiques by Mildred

Have you ever wondered how critical of stories Mildred can be? Have you ever wondered what she really is thinking about a story she reads? Well think no further! This is a critic that she did for a story on Wattpad once.

HELLO :D

So yeah I am gonna review your chapter, like the awesauce person taht I am. *read that like I'm a really big preppy girl....it makes it sound funnier than it really is* Please don't take offense to anything that I say, I'm just trying to help ya out and if you don't want my help, please just ignore this :}

So I'm gonna start with theo ne thing that drives me insane, the way you introduced your character. Firstly it feels rather choppy, and then there's the slight matter of it being a huge paragraph about her! Try spacing it out, like spread that whole paragraph out throughout this chapter or something. Don't just list off her features like you did in that chapter. Also I think that you should go into more depth about her past!

So the fighting bit, I liked it. It was well written with a few grammatical errors that I noticed (I'm not an expert though so I wouldn't know if there are more). It was after the fighting a bit that I found a big error....What happened to the people that hte vampires were attacking? Did they run away? Did they stay there freaking out? What happened to them?

Then there was the whole kissing dealio after the fight. It just seemed really rough. It didn't really flow.

The first paragraph of your whole chapter here, is a really good attention grabber. I like hte way you describe Cassandra like a spider and just your description right there. I think that you could make this whole chapter logner with more descriptions. It would also help it flow a lot better.

Part two: Sorry I have a lot to say and there's a stupid word limit htingy and I just keep talking and yeah....anyway....

Lastly, I already talked about the second to last paragraph, but I'm bringing it up again! The last two paragraph don't fit in. They just feel really out of place to me. It's like you got bored with your writing or something and just decided "Oh I gotta finish this really quickly" Put some more details in, or maybe even just take the paragraphs out with a replacement or something. I don't know....

Your story definitely needs some tweaking, but I really liked it so keep up the work! Don't give up on it bcause it's a great start and I definitely want to read some more of it! :} So keep writing!

~Mildred

PS: I am sorry if you took any of this offensively. I didn't mean it in an offensive way whatsoever! :}

My World Literature Paper

"Okay, so like there is a story, about this guy named Gilgamesh. Isn’t that a great name? I would definitely not name my child Gilgamesh, he would get made fun of for it so much. Anyway like as I was saying, Gilgamesh makes a friend! Isn’t that just great. I was super siked to find out that he had a friend. Actually I wasn’t siked, I thought the story was like the most dumbest story I have ever read! It was so dumb. Like “Let’s all go kill people now!”

Then again, in like the story of Samson (oh yeah another kool guy’s name), he goes around just killing people whenever he feels like it. I wouldn’t name my child Samson either....he would get teased for his hairbrush... NO HAIR FOR MY HAIRBRUSH. So yeah, he would also have to be a bald child if I were to name a child Samson, just so he doesn’t become like sure powerful. I couldn’t have that happening.

So like the events of Gilgamesh and Samson, some of them are the same! :D Actually a lot of them are really different. There’s like prostitutes in both of them, but like there is like no like temple that the like prostitutes are coming from in Samson. In Gilgamesh all dose prostitutes came from a temple that they were all “YEAH WE HOES!” That’s legit what happens in the temple. They would just sit around waiting for Gilgamesh or someone to show up and then they would be all “REJOICE AND BE GLAD WE GET TO BE LAID”

We are like learning how to do internal cites, doesn’t that sound like so much fun! That’s why I’m doing like a paper on Gilgamesh and Samson, actually no that’s a lie. I don’t agree with that! I advise against writing papers at all. So even though there should be more like information and such written in here.... DONT WRITE A PAPER. It will probably get you dead. Like legit get you dead! That’s why I am so against writing papers, I suddenly value my life :D

So now that we have that all figured out, I would like to point out that Gilgamesh has a flood story and Samson does not! Also like Samson gets dead from telling his prostitute like how to kill him. Actually no, he like ends up getting dead because he like kills himself with like pillars of fire. Except there is like no fire, so it just isn’t as like kool! (Internal Cite)

Oh like I forgot to mention that Gilgamesh like um got his um bestest best friend in like the whole world killed. Oh and like his bestest best um friend in like the whole world was like named Inkidu. He was a goat. Like think of that like movie called um yeah....Oh! It’s called The Lion The Witch and um The Wardrobe! You know the goat human? Well Inkidu was basically like him. Except for the fact that like he um less awesauce than you may think a goat guy would be. Would you like to know like um that the goat guy, Inkidu, he is actually a human who needs to um shave! So just remember that if you ever write a paper about him (papers will get you dead). Um yeah! So like that concludes this AWESOME PAPER BY MILDRED!

join in next time to read about THE PRINCE who um like VISITED THE TEMPLE."

Robotics

I miss robotics already. This game sounds like it is going to be pretty intense! :} I can't wait to see some competitions for it since I refuse to actually go out for robotics.

WARNING

Poly Sci Paper

Okay, so I had to write this huge paper comparing the Constitution and Declaration of Independence. When I start a paper, in class, I always just mess around writing it. I don't take it seriously at first. It's like I am putting down my ideas for the paper in the most hilarious way as possible, because it makes it more interesting to write. It keeps me entertained to start the paper that way. I am currently writing a World Lit paper just like that, but I decided I would share my Poly Sci Paper because it is just amazing.


"So yeah in the Constitution there is like these law things. These law things tell us all how we are going to live our life basically and it's all to be all like "Boo we don't like King we once had!" It legit goes like that too. The whole "oh yeah we probably should tell the King about what we don't like" well that is called the Declaration of Independence1 Doesn't that make you feel smart knowing that? So in the Dec of Inde.... cause typing out the name is so overrated....it says something to do with judges and depending on the king and all that jazz. Well because of this, in the Constitution somewhere, there is something about the moneh dealio that has to do with paying judges and that sort of thing. So of course yeah. Aw poor Mitch is losing points like crazy XD Sucks to be him. Maybe they need to go to court over this. If they got to court and then Mitch is all "I DONT LIKE THIS" then he can't cut the judges paycheck! Because that ain't how it works! So anyway, it's in the constitution somewhere probably, but I haven't a clue where :D THE END OF MILDRED'S AWESOME PAPER."

Turtles Solve All Problems

It came to my knowledge the other day, that not everyone knows about turtle kissing. KISSING A TURTLE WILL SOLVE ALL OF YOUR PROBLEMS. It's really legit. See there is a story about how the turtles came to be.....

Hippos eat seahorses while they are looking for candy mountain where they heard all the turtles that would solve all the world problems were hidden at. The seahorse meat gave the hippos the knowledge to find candy mountain, and so the hippos brought the turtles back here. That is why the turtles now are everywhere. If you want your problems to be solved, just kiss a turtle. Everything is solved with a turtle kiss! 

JUST SO YA KNOW :}

The Death Penalty

So today in my Political Science class, the death penalty came up. Basically we were talking about how dumb it is that we have the death penalty when it is a CRUEL and unusual punishment. It is clearly stated in the Bill of Rights, amendment number 8, that people have the right to NOT be given cruel and unusual punishment by the government. So the government putting people to death, that is breaking the constitution.
Why would you give the power of deciding who gets to live and who gets to die to the government? That is too much power over us really.
Also, the fact that sometimes the people that aren't guilty are PUT TO DEATH. You can be 100% certain that a person is guilty of murder, but then a few years later you can find out that oh they weren't guilty because some other evidence comes up. Forensics is also a field that is evolving, so they can have better equipment later on that might prove that person innocent. Would you really want to tell a family "oh we killed your son/daughter for a crime that he/she didn't actually commit. We are terribly sorry for that." Would you really want that to happen? BECAUSE IT CAN HAPPEN! In fact, it probably has happen before.
Death is permanent. You can't reverse it. No one on this earth should have a say in if someone should live. NO ONE.
Some people might say that you should have equal punishment for their crimes. Does that mean that you are going to rape a rapist? Are you going to run over a driver for an accidental hitting of a person?
No one should have to power to take away someone's right to breath. That is one of those rights that should never be taken away from anyone. Would you want someone to decide that you can't breath anymore? I didn't think so. Now think of how the people that are killed because of a crime that they may or may not have committed.
Which brings me to another point. MURDER IS MURDER. THE DEATH PENALTY IS MURDER. Just in case you didn't know that.....it is murder. You are killing someone with the death penalty. If you support the death penalty, think about it that way. You are a murderer. You might not be the one that is doing the killing, but you are someone that enables it to happen!

I saw a post on Facebook yesterday that was just disgusting. I have no faith in humanity anymore because it. People want to kill people (with the death penalty of course) because of drunk driving. I mean, I agree that drunk driving should be stopped, BUT NOT LIKE THAT.

The death penalty needs to be eliminated, because it goes against the Bill of Rights. It should not be allowed to exist. It is just like murdering someone right off the streets!

Secrets

Everyone has secrets that they feel like they must keep from people. I know I have secrets that I keep bottled up inside me. One day my secrets will consume me and ruin me. I know that. I have accepted that.
Today I found this website called "sixbillionsecrets.com" It's a website where you can share your secrets. I'm not going to share my secrets, I don't think I can share my secrets...but having a place to share your secrets is a good thing. So I just wanted to share with you this website. Use it as you will.