PARIS

My first day getting to Paris, I didn't know what to expect. Same with the next 6 days. I don't think I ever I guess became the local I was supposed to. I was always just kind of a tourist..or a terrorist. Struggling my way through the class too lazy to do anything...hm.

JEALOUSY

Ok, so I didn't find a poem that made me jealous, its a couple songs with the music videos.
The boy always gets the girl. No matter what they go through it's always a happy ending. Another thing, the girl has thee nicest body I've ever seen. JEALOUS. One of the songs, her life just sounds so happy and easy going, which my life is sometimes. I just wish it always was.

MY JOURNEY

My hero's journey...I don't even know how to do this.
I think mine would be somewhat like the Notebook...
or I would HOPE it would be something like the Notebook.
Maybe a mixture between the Notebook, Burlesque, Kit
Kitteridge, and The Pursuit of Happiness.
The End..

ORDINARY...

I am a teenage girl. I go to Lone Peak High School. I work at Texas Roadhouse, but I wish I didn't. I love sleeping more than anything! I love my friends and my family...but don't always show it. I am terrible at expressing emotion and I have a terrible temper and I'm very moody. I laugh most of my life away and I don't really have serious moments. I love food. Always eating. I'm a procrastinator. I love spending money. I'm very stubborn, impatient and selfish, but very understanding. I'm wild and crazy but I'm boring and lazy. I need to spice up my life, its time for a change. When i notice these things about myself I know other people notice it too and that makes me self conscious. I'll figure it out. Too much of something is never a good thing.

MY STORY

My life doesn't have a story. Just because it has no ending. I live on the edge of my seat. No plans. No worries. No cares. But IF my life had a story, the story would surprise you. Its not the short story you'd expect it to be...it shows my point of view, so long and drug out and sort of in slow motion. There's chaos all around but I'm just calm. Numb. The characters in my story are all funny, happy go lucky people, then there's the occasional menace that has to come in and screw everything up.

BEHIND THESE EYES

You make me hide
Behind my fear
You find my weakness,
Bring it forward,
And in my fear,
I'm paranoid
That others see.
 I think that I
Am who's at fault;
That I can never be
As good as what
I think I should.
You're the enemy in me!
I see just what you are,
so go and let me be..
I wont give in.

SHAKE THE DUST

This one's for the rich girls,

This is for the wanna be's

Its for the tweeters

For the gossip girls,

This is for the cool kids?

GET OVER IT.

this is for the fakes.

This is for the unhappy people

this is for the wild ones.

and for their uptight mothers.

This is for my mother.

GET OVER IT.

This is for the dreamers.

....for the dreams.

This one's for the broken hearts,

its for the copy cats,

its for the sluts.

This one's for the good girls

....too good girls.

GET OVER IT..
JUST DEAL WITH IT.

GHANDI

I keep forgetting life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.

It isn't about who you have kissed,
It isn't about who your family is or
how much money they have
Or what kind of car you drive.

Or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on,
Or what kind of music you listen to.

It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown,
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get how smart you are, how smart
everybody else thinks you are, or how smart
standardized tests say you are.

Life just isn't. 

I've seen the light..and tonight isn't the last time.

Life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposely.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or as a weapon.

It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
It's about starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.

It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love,
letting it grow and spreading it.

But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison
other people's hearts in such a way that could have
never occurred alone.

Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those
choices are what life's all about. 

                  --the unknown