Rapping for Free Credit

If you ever have hung around me and Shae-Shae at lunch you'd know one thing: We're a bunch of crazy lunatics. One day me and Shae-Shae were talking about the infamous Free Credit Report.com songs and our favorite was the Shopping for a New Car one. We created our own remix and for the LONGEST time, would not shut up about it. Everywhere we went:

"I was shopping for a new car~

(Overlay) Which one's me?~

A new convertible?~

(Overlay) Or an SUV?~

(Together) Too bad I didn't know my credit was whack

(High Pitched) 'Cause now I'm drivin' off the lot in a USED SUB-COMPACT!~

BREAK IT DOWN!

(Rap) F to the R to the double E

Free Credit Report.com BABY!

Saw their ads on my TV

Thought about goin' but was too lazy

Now instead of lookin' fly I'm rollin' flat

My legs are stickin' to the vinyl and my posse gettin' laughed at.

F to the R to the double E

Free Credit Report.com BABY!

(Peace to the Hizzle)

(Do do!)"

Becoming a Thief

Well, the other day Debbie brought his Domo-kun hat to school. Bean was borrowing it and Debbie wouldn't let me try it on. So, when lunch time rolled around, I did my ninja thing and took it right off Bean's head and bolted towards the hallway. I ran around the corner and opened a random locker and slammed it shut just in time for Bean to turn so he thought I had placed the hat in a locker. Truly, I had it tucked away in my jacket, but Bean didn't know that so I just told him good luck and ran back to our group of friends. I then handed it to one of them and told them to act like I didn't even talk to them. I sat down with Suto and kept telling Bean every time he came back that it was in one of the lockers unless someone touched it. I enjoyed watching our group turn around and giggle at the infuriated Bean yelling at me. The person who had the hat returned it to Dennis but Bean wasn't informed about this until later. I think they'll think next time before they're mean to me :)

My Poetry Book

WARNING - This is going to be a long post.
Here for you I have a compilation of my poems I made for Honors English :]

My Poetry Book

Changing

Growing up.
Time is changing,
My mind is maturing,
And I see things differently,
Perspective
I look upon my peers,
Those who run around having fun,
Those who sit around being intellectual,
Those who get swept up in drama,
And those who are like me,
And observe

Storm

The wind howls at the earth,
I stand in the calm of the storm,
Everything goes mute,
The dust flies around,
And I stand,
Veiled by the storm outside,
How is it possible,
That I can be so calm,
When the sky is so angry?

Nerd

N-E-R-D
G-E-E-K
D-O-R-K
I am a nerd, a dork, a geek,
I know.
I am a nerd for trying to learn everything,
I am a geek for learning everything computer,
And a dork for goofing off in the process.
So go ahead,
Judge.
It is our nature.
But just know,
I AM PROUD

Rain

Why is the sky crying?
What has happened?
It sure makes the world seem lachrymose,
Although I know,
After the crying has stopped,
The wounds will have healed,
And the world will be fresh,
And time will start anew,
So I guess all I can do,
Is wait for the crying to stop...

Me Madre
I know you do what you can,
Ever since daddy left us,
The check he sends doesn't seem to cover it,
Does it me madre?
So, please, don't worry,
Don't stress,
You don't have to live up to others' expectations,
because you have already exceeded mine.

Nameless

I swear I didn't know,
The peanut butter was tainted.
Oh, will she ever forgive me?
I hope so.
This shall be the last word of it,
It as in the incident.
But again I say,
I did not know the peanut butter was tainted.

Football
Tough, Competitive
Running, Tackling, Scoring
She sprinted for the touchdown
Pigskin

Flower

You are like a flower,
You are beautiful,
Fun to have,
Giving me bragging rights,
And...
Temporary.

Today

Today was one of those days,
One of those days it is too hard to bear,
Although these days have dwindled,
They still occur every once and awhile,
Today I thought of you,
Which is breaking my law,
I thought of you hard,
Wishing you would come back,
But knowing it is impossible,
I make myself suffer,
Why?
Just, why?
You were innocent,
Lovely,
Happy,
Caring,
So, Why?
Although time has passed,
And my wounds have begun to heal,
My question remains unanswered,
Why?

Mornings
The day taste sweet,
The shower of sunshine,
The smell of orchids,
The hope of a new morning,
A new awakening,
A new perspective,
A new day.

Time

The clock is ticking,
Time is passing,
With every minute,
Of everyday,
Keep walking,
Keep striding,
For the day will come,
When action calls,
So carpe diem
For tomorrow promises nothing.

Our Future... Earth
A sonnet

Throughout the starry nights I dream the world,
The future, the past, the present flash before,
Although I lie in my soft bed curled,
Within my dreams, I'm not here anymore,
Truly I'm roaming the lands afar,
In a place where perfection is present,
A place where there is no hate, no fear, no war
A place that is joyful, lovely, pleasant,
So why is our world not the same?
Instead we are a place of many flaws,
Why cannot this other world be our aim?
We have been confined under unsteady laws,
Will our humanity ever mature?
Or are we doomed forever to endure?

Failzilla

I sit at my computer screen,
Gazing at the words upon it.
You are normal.
The insult of the statement washed over me.
Normal?
What a concept.
We strive to be normal,
Covering our flaws,
But never do we describe ourselves so.
So I sit there.
What does it know?
Quizilla has failed me so.
For they don't know the true me.
So Quizilla,
YOU FAIL.

Heart
My heart is like a piece of steak.
It is nummy.
I am nummy

The Gangsta

Running. Breathing. Adrenaline. Dark. Night. Shadows. Rain.
Fence. Jumping. No place to stay. No where to go. Still running.
Gone.

Lightning

Lightning strikes hard.
It rages,
Like an angered god,
Throughout the valley,
Until it angers no more.
Lightning.

Platypuses
SQUAWK!
Laying in the pond.
Cute, Eccentric, Fun

I am
Moon, Stars, Beyond
I care for the future and what it holds.
Responsibility is important to me.
Self-Discipline is important to me.
Curiosity is what I bear.
Selfishness is bad, but can help you achieve your goals.
Time is passing.
Life is short.
I must solve the puzzle.
This is me.

I am
I am determined and curious,
I wonder what lies beyond,
I hear the outside calling to me,
I see the end come close,
I want to solve the puzzle,
I am determined and curious.

I pretend I know where to start,
I feel the dream coming true,
I touch the truth, so close,
I worry I won't survive to know,
I cry when I am reminded,
I am determined and curious.

I understand the time will come,
I say make everyday last,
I dream the world uncovered,
I try to get closer,
I hope my efforts work,
I am determined and curious.

Synonyms of Deep:
Not profound.
Oh Nicole,
How you say,
You think you are right,
But this is nay,
You see,
With my infinite wisdom,
It is I, not you, who knows the truth,
So suck it.

Well there you go, there are my poems. If you want a further explanation for any of 'em you ain't getting any. Sorry. :3

Things That Happen in the Back of the Classroom

Honors English is a chaotic mess. For Honor students we are quite noisy. Let me tell you about some of our fun moments in class:
1. Poetry
For our poetry unit I wrote a lovely poem about Nicky and her confidence in her knowledge (I'll create a post for my poems after this, the oane I'm referring to is Synonyms of Deep) and after sharing the routine poems (I shared the Peanut Butter one) I went ahead and asked if I could recite a poem to someone in the classroom and Mr. Funny went ahead and allowed me to. So I got up and looked directly at Nicky and went ahead and told her exactly what I thought of her. I know she liked it. xD
2. Podium
It is a plan that my Honors English friends shall make a podium for Mr. Funny that allows him to throw it against the wall, break it, and be able to put it back together. The reason why is because he shared a story with us about a guy from his college who always would ask questions to prove his intelligence, i.e. "Is that like this saying from Aristotle...", and his teachers would usually deal with it. That is, until he came across a professor who, when bothered for approval to ask an annoying question, threw a podium against a wall and broke it. We now want it to be whenever Hannah Banana asks a question we want him to throw his homemade podium against the wall.
3. Nude
Mr. Funny likes to talk about his dad, who was an artist for a living. One day he told us a funny story about how his dad wanted his mother to pose nude so he could create a painting of her. So every day for about a week, his mother would sit nude in a wicker chair, posing. He refused to show her the painting until it was entirely finished. At this point in the story, our class was pretty disgusted, but it got even worse as he told us he still had said painting somewhere in his house. Our class freaked out and it took awhile before we calmed down. He then informed us the painting was from the neck up.
4. Fabio
Mr. Funny has now been renamed Fabio as of today. In class, Pakistan told Mr. Funny that he looked like Fabio with one button undone. Mr. Funny then ran to his desk and returned with a blonde wig, adjusting it and saying it was the best he could do. I think I peed my pants laughing.
5. The Day The Earth Stood Still
Since we finished our finals, we were watching The Day The Earth Stood Still. Fabio left for just a little while and when he was gone, the movie stopped randomly, the disc being scratched. Pakistan then claimed he would fix it, ran to his desk, flicked on the lights and began to do stuff to Fabio's computer. The rest of the class talked for a bit, relaxing. Pakistan had accidentally clicked something and modern music started playing. He was trying to stop it when Fabio walked in. Let's look at it from his point-of-view, the movie is paused and his kids and are sitting around with the lights on, chatting. One of his students is at his desk, playing music. His face was priceless and the entire class was too busy laughing to try to explain it to him that we weren't slacking off. After a couple exasperated explanations from various students, he calmed down, but otherwise, it was pretty funny.

The Process of Procrastination

So my assignment in Honors English was to write a short story. I literally procrastinated until past my bedtime Sunday night (the day before we got back from break) to even pull up my word processor. I had NO idea what to write about until I talked to my friends and they suggested writing about my laziness and TA-DA! The Process of Procrastination was born! My teacher found it to be a clever metafiction but little does he know it happens to be nonfiction xD I'll tell him sometime.

Laziness

I know, I know, I'm way too lazy for my own good (although I know some friends who need to be a tad bit more lazy *cough* Nicki *cough*). I need to start posting regularly and not just a lot at once. But since I'm just now making this resolution, I'll post a couple today. Anyways~ GUESS WHAT I GOT FOR CHRISTMAS? A snuggie. That's right, a blanket with sleeves. Even tops the laptop I got as well (sorry Mom, Grampa knows me well). So how did your Christmas go Nicky? Since I know she's the only one who reads this darn thing. I'm pretty happy with all my New Year's resolutions. I've already completed one: to compile a list of songs on playlist.com I like. It added up to about 75 songs and I usually put it on shuffle and let 'er rip. I'm being pretty lazy with this post, but I promise my next one will be better.