Duck Tape

Why does this keep happening?
I don't know why.
When will it end?
It's tearing me apart.
What's the cause of this?
A BROKEN HEART.
Tell me, please where to start.
Searching for pieces of my broken heart.
A wandering soul, with no direction.

Constantly drawn by recollection.

Useless memories, no purpose to serve.

Depleted heart he doesn't deserve.

I've always wondered what happened and why.

Black eyes water, but they never cry.

I ain't got time for no pointless game.

If you loved me, you should feel the same.

I heard, if he can't catch you, you don't need to fall.

And it's best to have lost, than to have not loved at all.

But now you're telling me this a little too late.

My heart's all busted and I need some Duck tape.

omg!

Today while I was a the bus stop hanging with my friends as usual, I saw this huge gust of black smoke in the sky. As soon as I noticed the smoke, I immediatly knew it was a fire. Me and my two friends ran across the street on which we saw a fire truck, which confirmed my assumption. We rushed through Oregon Hill, up the street and around the corner. We met police cars and lots of nosy people. While I sprinted up the street, I glanced up at the cloudy sky and saw large, thick, black and brown clouds of smoke. I looked over to my friend Lakeya and said that I hope nobody has gotten hurt. As we got closer we saw more and more police cars and fire trucks. Residents of the neighborhood were coming from all directions. When we approached the ally we saw Gabby running towards the burning scene. Turning up the ally we saw the source of the smoke, and all the commotion. A house was terribly on fire. The whole front part of the home was charred and burned black. Inside the busted out windows was a blazing, ferocious, deadly fire. In my eyes, the fire looked out of control, even though there were about ten firemen working on the blaze. I was scared for anyone who may have been in that home or in any building near it. As I moved up closer, a woman who was a resident, made a phone call to the person who lived in that building. Some of the words I heard in that conversation included: " Dude, don't you live in the buildng beside that church place?" And, " Man, I'm sorry to have to be the one the one to tell you this, but your house is burning, man." Luckily, no people nor animals were in that house. Smoke filled the air as Keya and I left the area. Im going to pray for that guy and anyone else who lived in that place.

Ever so sleepy

You know what, i'm tired. And when I get tired I tend to get irritable, cranky, and over all b****y! I don't feel well and I really just want to go to sleep, but in order to maintain a good, stable grade in creative writing, I must complete my home work. And my home work includes writing these blogs. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem writing them, I just tend to wait till the last minute before I do my homework (See procrastination blog). Like always I wait till it's inconvenient for me before I do what I need to do. I don't know why, I just don't seem to want to do my home work as soon as I get home. It's just like, I know I have extra time, so I feel like I can just do it later. Once later comes, I'm either busy wasting time or sleep. And I never do my homework at school, even when I say I will, I always never do. It just doesn't get done and I either fail or try to use my sweetness to get out of it, which doesn't work 99% of the time. But that one percent has done me well.

People in the wrong!

Don't you just hate it when you do something good, a favor, for someone else and when you expect your promised reinburstment, they don't come through? It's especially bad when the person who is in the wrong is your own parents. See when it's someone like a fellow student, you can find ways to get what is owed to you. But when it's your parents, it's a whole different ball game. You can't really MAKE your parents give something back to you because they have the authority, they make all the rules, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Field trips

I think my favorite part of school, other than home work, is field trips. There's something about them that just give me that adrenaline rush. Maybe it's just because every out of town field trip I have taken has been great, in every sense of that word. Like in seventh grade, I had my first out of town field trip with my school. We had to pack the night before, and bring blankets, pillows, and mobile entertainment because the bus ride was seven hours there and seven hours back. We had to be at the school early in the morning, like around six o' clock. My mom dropped me off on the side of the school, where I saw the other students walking to the brightly lit school in their pajamas. We waited in the auditorium where we met our friends and their families anxiously waiting for them to dismiss us to the coach buses. When they dismissed us, we would grab our friends and all their stuff, and run for our lives. All just to get a descent seat close to the back. There we would excitedly wait for all our other friends to assume their seats in the back also. Soon after, after everyone boards the bus, the driver takes off, beginning the long drive to our destination. After the actual trip, the bus ride home is a whole other story...

Mi birthday is coming!!

Hey guys, my birthday is coming! You know what that means right? That means I'm going to be sixteen years old! I'll be able to get a job, i'll be able to finally get my driver's licence, AND best of all, i'll get loaded down with all the responsibilities. (Hint: sarcasm) But responsibility will be good for me. If I can follow through, I will be trusted more, which is always good. I will have more freedom and work towards being less dependent on my mother. She'll love that!

This blog

Ok, another thing that is on my mind, what exactly is this blog suppose to contain? I do believe you told the class wednesday, but right now I don't really remember. If I'm suppose to write some poetic stuff, we're all out of luck, because I suck at poetry. Are we suppose to write a story or something because I feel more comfortable writing like this. I know this is not suppose to be a diary- like entry, but isn't writing exactly what I feel or exacty what's on my mind diary-like? I'm not confused, I just want to make sure that I am not doing the wrong thing by writing like this. All of my blog entries will not be like this, these are just my first two beginner blogs. Anyway, what is the actual definition of a *blog*? I never thought to look it up, but I have always wondered. And why do they have to contain two hundred and fifty words, can't they be less because I can not even think of anything right now, except how much homework that needs to be done. It also sucks a lot because I've wasted all that time on facebook, and now I'm too tired to do anything else.