Last minute… the moment to stress.
April 25th, 2008 by someoneyouknow
Have you ever been told, “Don’t wait till the last minute, or else you mite regret it.” I will tell you know that I have. I have been told that more times then necessary. I know I shouldn’t but, for some reason, I still do. I don’t know why, it’s just how I am. For me waiting last minute is like waking up. In the morning I always wake up with my alarm clock at 6. Then when I turn it off I tell myself “I will just rest my eyes for a quick minute.” I go back to sleep. Then my dad wakes me up at 6:30. I tell him I am awake but when he leaves the room back to sleep I go. Then at 7, my sister comes in and screams at the top of her lungs and trust me, after a scare like that, you just don’t go back to sleep. So back to what I was talking about (little side track never hurt) waiting last minute I know its bad and I know I shouldn’t do it but, I still do. I tell myself I will do it in a minute. That minute turns to hours, then those hours turn to days, and then guess what… I am stuck and right in the middle of what I was trying to avoid, waiting last minute. Then I end up stressing over my work and sadly it’s become a habit I am trying to break out of. Let me say it isn’t easy; it’s like a drug addict going through rehab, and I know I don’t want to take this habit to high school.
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The Future
April 18th, 2008 by someoneyouknow
I bet anything that we have all beeen asked this question more then once “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Why do people bother asking 5 year olds and under. I remember asking some boy in my bus that same question. He awsered “I want to be a Pokemon Master” I couldn’t help, but stare. After some seconds of silence I could finally react to the answer that was given. I simply said “If that’s what you want then go ahead, but trust me I bet you will want to change.” Then to pass the time a asked another little girl what she wanted to be when she grew up. She told me “I want to be a Karati master.” I didn’t expect that answer coming from a 5 year old girl, but o well I went with it. She told me that in class they learned to run up and across walls and right when she told me that I (yet again) had a confused look on my face. I almost started laughing because I was picturing this little 5 year old running up and across walls. But that Gosh the bus finally got to my stop. When the bus left I told my sister “Kids these days have “interesting” futures for themselves.” She looked at me then told me “You used to be like that” and deep inside I knew it was true.
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Pictures, albums, and embarressment…
April 11th, 2008 by someoneyouknow
Pictures, family albums, embarrassment… we have all “been there and done that.” We have all been through countless embarrassing pictures for (sadly) school pictures, ID, passports. Then we will always (for some reason) tell one of our friends, and then he/she tells another friend and soon you have everyone trying to see that horrible (usually in every possible way) picture of you when you were 10, 13, and so on. Or what happens is you leave it somewhere and there it is, for the world to see. Next thing it’s on your friends MSN, Gmail, facebook, then you are telling yourself “O my God, why did I open my big mouth.” But the best part is well there isn’t a “best part” it all really simply, you know, stinks. But at least you can always look back and go “WOW, did (or do) I really look like that” and at least pictures help with one think, memory. All I can say is I can’t remember how I looked a year ago even if I didn’t have my sister, mom, and dad taking all these pictures.
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Freedom of Speech
April 6th, 2008 by someoneyouknow
Freedom of speech, the first amendment in the Bill of Rights. This amendment can be seen or viewed in many different ways. I think that this means we can say whatever and whenever, but that doesn’t mean that consequences cant be given. We always have the option to say whatever we want. If you owed some organized crime group $10,000 and they captured or found you… you can say “Well to bad I don’t want to pay.” When that happens, basically, you can kiss yourself good bye, but you had the option to say that or something else. You said what you wanted to say and expressed yourself to a dozen mobsters and if there is anything I have learned off movies is… you are dead, and consequence soon (if not instantly) followed. As a blogger on this site, I think that freedom of press (since it isn’t really “speech”) is simply limited. I could say something racist, cuss, give personal information, but consequences would really soon follow (trust me). Also freedom of press should also mean “Know who you are talking to before you say anything.” Right now, for all I know, you are one of my teachers, a friend, or some 20 year old in Mexico, or a 10 year old in Spain. So bloggers need to think that everyone and all ages are reading their blog. So naturally bloggers will limit what or how they express themselves, but of course there are some exceptions and that is why freedom of press has to be limited.
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