Happy Things

Today looks like a pretty gloomy day outside, so many of you are really tired or just plain out grumpy. I know some of my friends are. But wouldn't you like just a few things to maybe brighten up your day? I know I would.

                   That's a pretty picture right? How about this one? Feelin' kinda down today?

 Yeah, I like this one. Today may not be better than yesterday, but you can sure make it better.

New School Policy

So this year we have a new school policy. It states that if you miss eight full days or higher then you automatically fail. It doesn't matter if your making a 100 in this class. It's excused and/or unexcused. Now, last years school policy was that if you missed six full days that you would get an appeals form. An appeals form is something you got to put all your absences down and to put why you missed those particular days. The school had also let you make up your time lost with something called Afterthoughts. Afterthoughts was when you had missed a day and you scheduled an hour after school to make up a certain period. You'd be okay then. But now, they have taken that privileged away from you. You can still get an appeals form this year but they won't be as lenient on you, so watch out. Now the procedure is not so simple after you have missed eight whole day. They will run your case through the court system and then you will have to go to court. The system has also changed this year for students through the court system. Not only would the parent get arrested, but so would the child. I do not know how long but it is through the juvenile court system.
 Opinions? I this too harsh, or do you think this is just the right thing to do?

Music

                   So let's talk about music today. I haven't blogged all this week for my class so I guess I'm starting today you guys. What kind of music do I like? Well I'm not for sure I could say I like rap, but then you would ask me what kind of rap I like? I thought rap was just rap and rock was just rock. Then they added all sorts of things like hair and metal and death-metal. What's up with all of this? The they have this slow rap, the crazy kind where you can't even keep up with it.
                    I would just classify my favorite kind of music in the 90's. What would yours be? Could you classify it without all these weird names that you would have to look up?

School, Friends, People, BULLYING.

             Yes, once you see this title most of you will click the scroll button and not even look. You've seen so much these past few months on the subject of bullying and you just don't care anymore, right? No. See there's two sides in each school. The ones who stand up to bullying by saying something back. And then there's the ones who go straight to the principle and don't try and handle the situation themselves. Now I know some of you would say, oh no it's not like that, but it is. I'm not saying it's a bad thing to tell someone if you are getting bullied; I'm saying that maybe you should try and handle it yourself first and see what happens. And yeah, A lot of times that may not work and it seems like they'll never stop.
              Listen, You HAVE to keep trying. You can't go through life not doing something about the problem yourself. You need to stand your ground and be confident. If you're not, act like it. When you're older and you have a job and one of your coworkers isn't being to professional by making remarks that are'nt business like; what are you going to do? Tell your boss? No. They want to see you deal with it, because if you can't then why would they want you working for them when you can't handle a problem?
              I know bullying isn't as simple as that one example. I know what you're going through. I've been through it myself. No, don't go out there trying to fight someone and use violence. Stand up for yourself. You don't even have to cuss. Just stand your ground and turn their words on them. It's very simple. Some of you may say, "Hey I'm not like that. That's creating another problem for me and I just don't want to deal with it."
               I promise you it won't be like that. As long as you believe what you're sayin and so do the people around you, there is NO problem. You're not being like them and saying something back, you're standing up for yourself and there is nothing wrong with one bit. Don't let anyone tell you that. Now I'm done ranting and I wish you all the best of luck.  c:

Wheatus- Teenage Dirtbag

                                                                 "Teenage Dirtbag"

Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me

Her boyfriend's a dick
And he brings a gun to school
And he'd sI'mply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an Iroc
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me

Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin

Man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am
And why does she give a damn about

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby like you

Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin

            Okay I could listen to this song a thousand times a day if we had that much time. It says so many things about people and kids in school. Just think of how many kids have thought this way about a girl or boy. I think it's so sweet that he loves her after she treats him like utter s***. He's just a guy that loves her for her, wants to take her to an Iron Maiden concert, and thinks that she's another teenage dirtbag just like him.

            He wants to be accepted and he wants this one girl to give at least just a small d*** about him. That's not a lot to ask for. If Noel were real I'd say dump her jock boyfriend and go for the cute dweeb. 

The Killers- Smile Like You Mean It

    This is my all time favorite band. The Killers. Every song they have came out with has been great, especially this one. I don't know why it's been in my head all day but I don't really mind. What I think happened in this video is the band members are singing about the house they used to live in and now they've gone and passed; they're visiting this house and they see all these different people growing up and living in there. I know it's called Smile Like You Mean it but it's actually a pretty sad song you guys. 
   Also the fact that his voice is beautiful it just makes it even greater. You see a party going on and in the mist of all of this the guys ghost is hanging around, sitting on the steps, walking throughout the house. Another band member is walking around and there is a family spending time together, having a birthday, spending Christmas together. And then it's empty. There's different things you could say about it all but this is my opinion of what's going on.


     Everyone check out The Killers!! It's a great band, great songs, great voice.

Composition, 2nd Period

  Today in my 2nd period, which is Composition, I have a really awesome teacher if I say so myself. She makes us write everyday. Well today she made us write about this song that Pearl Jam preformed, which is WishList. She said to write about anything that came to mind like starting ever sentence with I Wish I Was or I Wish. It didn't really matter as long as it related to the song.

                             I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off

I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...
I wish...

                                                                               -Pearl Jam

                  So tell me what would you say? Personally I really like what the song writer said here. It really tells you lot. It's not just saying stupid useless things. This guy wants to be number 1. He wants to be your whole world. He wants to actually MATTER; He wants to be wanted by that one person and nobody else, someone to be remembered.

  Do any of you feel that way? Do you want to belong to somebody?

     I think we all secretly want to be wanted. to be that one persons special something only for them and them only. So think about it for awhile. It's not only a great song but the lyrics tell a story. 

   Now the assignment doesn't necessarily have to mean something. It could be a real legit wish list. What do you want out of the world? What do you want for your birthday? Anything. Okay so here's mine:

                                                                            Wish List

                                                    I wish I was a race car, the fastest one out there

                                                    I wish I was a skyscraper, the tall one in the big city

                                                    I wish I was your flower

                                                    I wish I was the paint on your walls

                                                    I wish I was a book you read all the time

                                                    I wish I was a favorite song that was played when you're sad

                                                    I wish I was a thought that was an idea that was a plan that was carried

                                                    out     

                                                    I wish I was the first and last clap in the audience

                                                    I wish I was the girl with the silly hair and bubbly personality

                                                    I wish I was the nail that held everything together

                                                    I wish I was the picture frame that held your best memories

                                                    I wish I was the happy tune in your head

                                                                                                                  -Kristen

                                                                                  

Ex-Squeeze Me? Bakin Powder?

So I have a question for everyone. What if you're just walking somewhere, it doesn't matter where; And some random person just walks up to you and pokes you in the eyeball? What would you're reaction be? I'm being serious. I want to know what you would really do? Would you yell at them, stand there stupidly, stare off in the distance, smile? I mean what?
   Personally if this happened to me I'd ask 'em why they did it. I would demand an answer. Then I'd poke 'em right back in their left eyeball. I would feel a sense of satisfaction for receiving justice. This would be a story to tell to your grandchildren everyone. So be prepared for the unexpected  to occur anytime soon. Because if you're not watching out for yourself, someone might just poke you in your eyeball and you will NOT be prepared.

                                           Thank you everyone who read this and took this into consideration. Sincerely yours,
      Kristen R.