Freewrite =)
Posted by: ponygal24 on: May 6, 2009
I don’t really know if I know what in love means. i think I’m pretty close to being in love. I think it means that you would do anything for that person. You would put your life on the line for them. You have a feeling for them that you know you could never feel for anyone else. I know you could talk to them for hours or days and never get bored. You see yourself with them for the rest of your life. You know that if you didn’t have them, you couldn’t continue living. I think it means you beat the odds, and you never cared about what other people thought, you only thought about what you couldn’t live without. I think all that means you’re in love, but it also means they couldn’t live without you either. ~J.s <3
Simple Poems/Sayings
Posted by: ponygal24 on: April 29, 2009
Tears of Joy
~And she burst out laughing, instead of tears. She was finally happy. There was no saddness, nor anger. She was in love with life for that moment. She didn’t know why. She didn’t care. She didn’t care that the people who said I love you, left. That moment was hers, and no one could change that.
Teenage Love =)
~Teenage love is one kind of love. It’s not true love, nor fake love. It’s the kinda love that will keep both people up for hours past their bedtime because neither wanted to hang up. It’s making each other laugh, and making each other cry. It’s having fun, and showing each other off in public. It’s staring into each other’s eyes, but not saying a word. It’s kissing in the rain, or dancing in the sun. It’s teenage love, and there’s no other love like it
Note to self: Breath.
~Never tell a blond joke to a fellow blond, they won’t get it. Especially if her name is Grace Hargett =)
-No Love-
~Why is it, everyone who ever said “I love you and I’ll always be there.” left? Why is it, the minute we change, everyone is turned against us? Why is it, the ones that got us mad in the first place, are the first ones to tell us to calm down? Everyone that said they loved me, and cared about me, turned against me. All the people who promised to be there left for a meer decision I had made. And when they all degraded me, until I was so depressed and sad, I gave up and let them win. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I made them believe the lie was bubbling violently in their minds. It was non-sensible, the hatred, the anger. I did not understand, nor did I really want to. I just wanted all of it to stop. I wanted my constant depression to stop. I wanted to stop going home and crying my heart out. I hoped my pain had satisfied them. And how is it, the people we loved, the people that were our world can walk right by us, as if we’d never mattered or been a huge part of their lives?
Mr. Heinz is cruel and heartless.
Posted by: ponygal24 on: April 23, 2009
Mr. Heinz is cruel and heartless. All I wrote on the board was “Now or else you’ll die a slow painful death.” and he erased it while laughing. He is cruel. EVIL. I demand a refund. And just to make him mad, I’m going to have many little Jazlyn’s running around and send them to Kennedy Middle School, and train them how to annoy the hello out of him. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
L*I*F*E
Posted by: ponygal24 on: April 23, 2009
Life is the meaning of nothing, though nothing is always something we can never really determine the meaning of nothing. Nothing is the meaning of something, because something is non-existent, and non-existence is existent. Life is tied into to all of this, and yet completely opposite. But everything is the same. Everything is one. Life is one word that means everything. And nothing all the same. Everything means nothing because everything is something, someone. The people are one, the planets are one, the universe is all one, and yet all this is nothing. Life is the word that everyone use, without thinking about it we can end it, make it all go away. As if we are living in the nothingness that brought us to this earth and is keeping us here today. But, with one question, we can determine the meaning of everything. Is nothing everything?
The Social (editorials)
Posted by: ponygal24 on: November 5, 2008
The social is a fun place,
but there are some possible changes…
EUGENE, OR– I like the social a lot, but there are a few changes that could be added to make it a lot better. Like, for instance, the could make the social longer possibly? Or maybe add better music?
The Halloween social is a PERFECT example of a poor social. There were two, just two slow songs!! And the social was only about an hour, if that.
I had fun, but they could definitely make it better. I hope they make it better from my constructive criticism! Because it is very amazing
My Interview!!
Posted by: ponygal24 on: October 29, 2008
THE SECRETS OF MARIA
The deep down, somewhat dark,
secrets of the famous Maria!!!!
Eugene, OR–On October 28, 2008 I sat down to talk to talk with Maria Mendez of Eugene, OR. Though her answers were vague, they were straight to the point. What is your favorite animal and why? Her response was, “Dog, because it’s the only animal I like.” Her answer is very vague, but directly to the point.
She seemed comfortable with the interview, until I asked her who her crush was. She told me no one, but later admitted to liking someone in the weeks before. But I will not identify any names.
Another question, do you have a favorite number? Was answered as, “Yeah, 13 because it brings back memories.” Which is generally an unlucky number, but who cares?
One answer didn’t surprise anyone. The question was, what is your favorite hour of the day? “3:25 because it is when school gets out.” But, this next question didi surprised me a little. If you could change your name to anything what would it be? “Jessica because it was what my name was going to be anyway.”
The interview ended on a usual note such as, when is your birthday? “February 22, 1994.” was her answer. Or how I learned she has two
brothers and one sister. Usual questions, usual answers. All was well with Maria Mendez
Fighting.
Posted by: ponygal24 on: October 23, 2008
So Jimbob and Humbert were in the back o a cab,fighting as usual. They were trying to kill each other. Jimbob had a knife, while Humbert chose a bazooka. Poor Jimbob, he didn’t stand a chance. Jimbob tried to fight, but he died. Humbert laughed. The End. P.S. Life sucks, then you die, take it from Jimbob.
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