I Thought I Was Crazy

      At 9 in the morning, I sat down at my usual seat next to this kid from South Town. The teacher had already started class and was writing some crazy problem on the board. She does this at the beginning of every meeting; We go over problems from the previous night's homework. By the time she was done, it looked like this:

2x - 1 = x + 2 √x +3 + 4

(x-5)² = (2 + 2 √x +3 )²

x² - 10x + 25 = 4 (x +3)

x² - 14x + 13 = 0

(x - 13)(x -1) = 0

x = 13 x = -1

    "Is everything okay with that?" Mrs. Meier asked the class. I nodded, when all of a sudden, this short, cute guy that sits up and to the right stands up.

    "Is this what we're doing?" he asked.

    "Yes, we learned this yesterday," Teach replied in a calm voice.

    "Okay," he said, stood up, and put his backpack around his shoulder. "I'm leaving." And he left. Mrs. M gave us a what-the-eff-was-that look and followed him out. I erupted in laughter. That was the funniest thing I had seen in a while.

    "I wish my brother was here to see that," I wheezed through my laughter. Then, like magic, he walked through the door in a haste.

    "Oh my gatos, Marc, the funniest thing ever just happened!" I told him, with a huge smile on my face. I proceeded to tell him about the freak-out episode, and he laughed with me.

    "He's stoned," the dude that sits next to me muttered.

    "Really?!" I said with my eyebrows scrunched and my lips curved upwards.

    "Oh yeah," he scoffed. My ribs were aching at that point, but I couldn't stop laughing.

    Fifteen minutes later, my teacher came back and continued teaching. About twenty minutes later, the kid's face appears in the small, square window on the door. I busted out laughing some more. What the hell was this kid doing? Mrs. Meier walked over to the door.

    "I want to be here," he announced.

    "You made the decision to not be here," Mrs. M replied, still in a mellow tone.

    "You're so mean to me!" he yelled. "Everyone said that we didn't have class yesterday!"

    "Well we did, so I don't know why they said that." He opened the door, and strode to the middle of the room.

    "You all take me for a fool!" he screamed, scanning the class. We made eye contact, and the laughter returned. He turned around and walked into the hallway again. Mrs. Meier followed him with this guy Riley, who is 6'5'' and built well, to escort him back to his dorm. Mrs. M came back to the class, flustered.

    "I'm sorry, my people," she began. "I don't quite know what that was, but I've made an appropriate call and hopefully Riley is okay."

    "If he's not back in 10 minutes, I'm going to look for him," this blonde girl wailed. I exploded with laughter.

    "We should have sent Brooke with him!" I cried. She's 5'1'' and a pretty girl. She started laughing with me and told me to shut up.

    "Okay, my crew, here we go," she stated, and we used the last 20 minutes of class to learn a lesson. This was the best morning of my life.

My Love

The song "Criminal" by Eminem features the line, "My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge/

That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or les...Hate fags?/The answer's yes." 

    The Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation (GLAAD) condemned his lyrics and criticized the album for "encourag[ing] violence against gay men and lesbians". 

    However, writing for the LGBT interest magazine The Advocate, editor Dave White writes:

"If he has gay-bashed you or me, then it logically follows that he has also raped his own mother, killed his wife, and murdered his producer, Dr. Dre. If he's to be taken literally, then so is Britney Spears' invitation to 'hit me baby, one more time'."

  At the ceremony [2001 Grammy Awards], Eminem performed "Stan" in a duet with openly gay artist Elton John playing piano and singing the chorus, as a response to claims by GLAAD and others who claimed his lyrics were homophobic.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_mathers_lp

Fate of the Nation

Facebook post:
Dear Obama
With all the change we were promised I shouldn't have to watch my dad deploy again...
Sincerely,
Another vote for the other guy

Debater 1: 
Then who are you voting for:
The guy who's trying to colonize the moon?
The guy who thinks carbon dioxide is bad for plants?
Or the guy who criticizes Mr. Obama for trying to develop an alternative energy source for gas?


Debater 2:
A. The guy who's trying to colonize the moon (Gingrich) wants the NASA program up again, It's potential colonization.

B. The guy who thinks carbon dioxide is bad for plants (Santorum) made a little mistake mistaking it for green house grass, we all screw up.

C. The guy who criticizes Obama for trying to develop an alternative energy source for gas (Romney) has every right to. Obama also tried to develop a health care plan that failed. His ideas are terrible. Anyone is better than him.
Don't just read the news headlines, actually look further into the details.

Debater 1:
Actually, I watched the speeches, muffin, but way to support the written word. Kudos.

1. We don't need to be in space, anymore. We need to fix Earth first. Also, we don't have anyone to compete with. There's no incentive.

2. If "people make mistakes", then whatever offenses Mr. Obama has against him can be exempt too, right? Your God would agree.

3. A lot of his more legitimate proposals were struck down by the Republicans. No one could agree! Even when they took the House, nothing was accomplished.

Keeping Up with the Shardashians

Me: I'm sorry I said I hope your car flips... that wasn't cool of me...

Guy: Yeah? It was a little uncalled for, and hurt... But I forgive you...
Every now again everyone's bound to say something hurtful that they
don't really mean

Me: I've been trying to help my brother get off crank for almost 2 years
and this dude I started to care about gives it to him in front of me and lies
to me about it. You know how you said I'm better than beating that chick up?
You're better than that nasty stupid shit.

Guy: I didn't give him anything, and that's the first time I've done that shit
in years.  It's not like I do it all the time, and I'm not going to do it again anytime
soon... Sorry your brother was in it. We're both big boys, though, you know.

Me: I don't want anything to happen to you two

Guy: I'm sorry it bothered you so much... It's not going to happen again.
Well, I'm not going to be there.

Me: k


    Ten minutes later, one of my besties posted this on my wall,

    and it made everything so much better.

What Was

MySpace About Me — June 9, 2010

    If this were the 90's, I would be that weird kid who sits at the lunch table all by themself. I've hit rock bottom a few times now, resulting in me leveled out by anti-depressants. I haven't had life's free ride that some people have, but I'm honestly not complaining. I've made more mistakes than I can count, but I've learned a lot as well.

 With that said, I'll tell you a little about me... I'm sixteen years old; a junior in high school. I'm very independent. I'm also very smart and have opinions about a lot of things, but people these days are really shallow and ignorant, so I hardly ever get to talk about worthwhile shit. I'm irritable, brutally honest, and really impatient. I talk a lot of shit, but I can back it up. I'm so cynical that it's ridiculous. I'm Atheist, so don't bring your imaginary friend's name up around me.

 I'm not popular, but I know a lot of people. I don't really listen to other people's negative opinions, because I know everything I am and everything I'm capable of. I'm quick-witted and pretty damn funny when I'm in the mood. The loves of my life are Daniel Tosh and Enrique Iglesias. My heroes are my mom, English teacher, Norma Baker, and Stefani Germanotta. I love watching movies, writing, reading, and listening to music.

 My two older brothers raised me, so I'm a total boy. Most of my friends are guys; that's just how it is. I don't try to look good every day. It's part of my anti-shallow movement. This is me in a nutshell... Have a fuckin problem with it? I don't give a dead moose's last shit.

 I'm one of those people who you think you know,
 but when it comes down to it, you don't know the half it.

I was born with an enormous need for affection,

and a terrible need to give it.

                           ~Audrey Hepburn~

Girl Junk (Do Not Enter)

     My teacher was explaining to the class this morning, "Now, these problems aren't too difficult, but give it some time and it'll get harder." That's what she said. Those jokes are entirely way too easy with a cranium like mine. Later, one of my best friends texted me: 

"I don't have a dirty mind... just a sexy imagination."

    I replied with: Ya, I just have a dirty mind. 

    I've been meaning to send her this playlist I made. It was created because I am the best mix CD maker. Really, though. So don't read this if you've never had your heart broken or wanted to quote "shake it like a salt shaker" endquote.

Love Come Down ~ Evelyn King (1982)

Pocketful of Sunshine ~ Natasha Beddingfield (2007)

Give Me One Reason ~ Tracy Chapman (1995)

Rock With U ~ Janet Jackson (2008)

You da One ~ Rihanna (2011)

I Didn't Mean to Turn You On ~ Mariah Carey (2001)

Glamorous ~ Fergie (2007)

Soldier of Love ~ Sade (2010)

Right Thru Me ~ Nicki Minaj (2010)

Rolling in the Deep ~ Adele (2010)

Red Light Special ~ TLC (1993)

Honey ~ Erykah Badu (2008)

Left of Center ~ Suzanne Vega (1986)

Marvin's Room (Can't Do Better) ~ JoJo (2011)

Let It Go ~ Keyshia Cole featuring Lil Kim and Missy Elliot (2007)

Ex-Factor ~  Lauryn Hill (1998)

Stickwitu ~ Pussycat Dolls (2005)

Like a Boy ~ Ciara (2006)

Irreplaceable ~ Beyoncé (2006)