Song of My Life

I have no one song of my life.

So I'm going to make up my own with a bunch of other people's lyrics in it.

Sorry other people.

The Fat Song 

*loud cheering*

Im crazy

I weird

Fat?

Yep that's me!

Going too hacking fast for a fattie

Not looking back

Livin' like a free bird

I like to rhyme

finger painting?

Yep that's me!

Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?  People can be so cold. They'll hurt you and desert you. Well they'll take your soul if you let them. Oh yeah, but don't you let them.

Going too hacking fast for a fattie

Not looking back

Livin' like a free bird

I thought I was a fool for no-one 

Oh baby I'm a fool for you 

My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive

And I will love you, baby - Always 
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always 
I'll be there till the stars don't shine 
Till the heavens burst and 
The words don't rhyme 
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind 
And I'll love you - Always 

Going to fast for a fattie

Not looking back

Livin' like a free bird

I'm good at school

Not so good at scary movies

Laughing to hard

To notice your pain

(Oh, I'm sorry!)

I like to be unique

Cool kid?

that's not me!

this is real, this is me, 
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now, 
Gonna let the light, shine on me, 
Now I've found who I am, 
There's no way to hold it in, 
No more hiding who I wanna be, 
This is me 

Going too hacking fast for a fattie

Not looking back

Livin' like a free bird

Restricted by the man 

the man with the bow tie

and bright white coat.

Can't eat this,

Can't eat that.

Darn you!

Sometimes I have problems

Sometimes I have issues

And so do you,

Doesn't mean I don't love you

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Going too hacking fast for a fattie

Not looking back

Livin' like a free bird

Life's weird,

Get over it,

Go have fun.

Isn't that what's life's about?

It's my life 
It's now or never 
I ain't gonna live forever 
I just want to live while I'm alive

Take your time savor the memory,

Don't go too fast 

or you'll get a stomach ache

Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?
You better cool it off before you burn it out
You got so much to do and only
So many hours in a day

Going too hacking fast for a fattie

Not looking back

Livin' like a free bird

I don't want to be forgotten

I want to live a legend

But I don't have to be one

I want some reason

to always have a reason

When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done 
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed 
Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty 
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest

Leave out all the rest, don't be afraid 
I've taken my beating, I've shared what I made 
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through 
I've never been perfect, but neither have you

Going too hacking fast for a fattie

Not looking back

Livin' like a free bird

Yeah 

I'm a free,

free 

bird.

yeah, yeah, oh yeah...

So how phenomenal was that?

I totally just made that up on the spot!

I like it!

ExtraLyrics by:

James Taylor- You've Got a Friend

Muse- Supermassive Black Hole + Starlight

Bon Jovi (Duh)- Always + It's My Life (It sure is!)

Demi Lavato (ick)- This is Real

Paramore- That's What You Get

Billy Joel- Vienna

Linkin Park- Leave Out All The Rest

To All Of You Who Make Me Feel This Way

There's nothing in the world that can make us part.

There's no way that we can be separate.

We belong together like

Peas and their pods

Seeds and their flowers

Cats and their naps

Cars and their wheels

To have one you must have the other

Nothing strays

It works 

It fits

It matches up for you and me.

I would probably die without you

And the same for you too.

If not for you, I would be nothing,

Never noticed.

Never liked.

Never feared.

But we have each other,

and you make my life phenomenal.

And for that,

I love you.

General Notice

I just don't scream. 

Sorry.

Things To Teach/Tell Your Kids (that aren't so obvious)

1) How to snap/whistle

2) That ice expands

What You Didn't Know About Beethoven (Or maybe you do...who knows!)

1) His favorite food was macaroni and cheese

2) He wasn't easily impressed

3) B/c he wasn't easily impressed, he was kind of a ba*t*rd

4) He's been dead longer than he was alive

5) He really enjoys frilly undershirts

Just Running

So today my brother had a conference, 

and so I went outside.

It was snowing, but all the snow from the day before was gone, so the ground was just mushy.

I ran into the field again,

back the the pitching mound,

but this time was different.

It was dark, and I could see the lights from the cars along the highway and the faint lights of the houses in the mountains.

It was peaceful.

I thought of the other day,

and though of you again,

and how lucky i really am.

My dry eyes moistened at the thought of it.

And then I looked out at the field, and how calm it was.

I ran towards the middle,

I wasn't running away from anything,

more like running towards what was to come.

And I was in no hurry to get there,

but was not dreading the dark center either.

I was just 

running.

I ran steadily, contently.

And when I got there, I looked around.

I looked back t where I came from,

Along ways in such a short time.

And I looked towards the woods ahead of me.

And I felt no need to go any farther.

And farther towards the edge of the woods.

They weren't scary, I just didn't feel like it.

And I didn't feel like going back either.

I was happy where I was.

It was comfortable, peaceful, and beautiful.

The snow feel lightly on my face.

What a wonderful place to be.

He Loves Me...

"sure sure. he really does love you, i can see it in the way he looks at you. the way he laughs at you. the way he is when he is around you. its different. it must be nice. your lucky, he really truly loves you. some people say that just as a word, and then months later, you are forgotten... thats what happens to most, but you guys. I dont know how to explain it, but that kid would do anything for you."

Inspired In French Class By A Crow

Today we had a sub of a sub.

And the sub of a sub just happened to be my least favorite teacher EVER.

While spacing out because she didn't even speak french, I realized our class was being run by a crow.

A big fat, annoying crow.

Not one of those graceful ones that swoops over head, but a fat one who squawks and squabbles to the point where your head just might burst.

Her curly black hair pinched her robust face, and her large black shirt with flowing sleeves acted as wings that would never fly when she tucked her arms in side them. Her shoes might just have been crow's feet that had just been through mud.

She screams at the class, and i laugh, because she really does have a voice like a crow.

Her large nose would be perfect for a beak.

She is round and clumsy. She would never be able to fly...

an injured bird?

a retarded bird?

We may never know,

she only squawks out bits and pieces that you can understand.

And she DEFINITELY doesn't speak french. 

(How could she? She doesn't even understand english!)

AUTHORS NOTE: 

Unfortunately,

This story is true.

As you can see she is really and engaging teacher.

But funnily, 

she doesn't know how to control the class,

and almost swore at us.

;)

With The Birds

"Hey guys, want to go play with the birds?" inquires Allen.

"YES!!!!!" I scream, being the spazz of the group.

Without thinking, without looking up from my brightly colored shoes, I run down to the baseball field. 

As I get there, I realize, once again, I have been left behind. I watch my friends watch me, wave, and start walking away. A typical response, it's okay, I'm used to it.

I look around and again realize that I am alone, for the birds have flown away at the frightening sight of me galloping towards them. I wander over to the pitching mound. If it were spring, I would be standing on a mound, just like this, practicing. But it is quite the opposite. Today was the first snowfall we've had all of November ( a sad thing here, up north) and the ground is soggy and wet. 

I look out over the field. The snow is covering the mountains, the blanket of white powder covering the vastness before me. It's beautiful, and for some reason, it reminds me of you.

I sadden at the thought. Though it is happy, you are not here with me at this moment. I think of last year, and if you were here now, i would feel your arms around me squeezing tightly. You would have tried to sneak up on me, and I would have known you were there, but I would pretend not to notice. And then as soon as you came close enough, you wrap me up and give me a fantastic hug, and I would smile because nothing, nothing, was better than this.

And if I was cold, You would lend me your jacket, even if you were colder.

This is what I miss.

Today I just stood there, thinking about this.

I love you.

I Need A Vacation!!!

I need to relax.

I need to be stress free.

I need to dream, wonder, and sleep.

I need to stay up really late,

watching Tv.

I need to hang out with my friends.

I need Olivia.

I'll probably hang out with Cobb.

I'm looking forward to spending time with Nicole,

And Alaina and Molly.

I need to stop worrying about violin, and

if Edgar Allen Poe's  "The Black Cat"

has a reference to midnight.

I need to curl up with a book

and let my mind wander.

I need to do nothing.

I need to lay on my bed and think about nothing.

I need to chill.

I need a vacation.

Once upon a time there was a little girl in a white dress. She was walking
 along a road when she came across a flower. It was the most beautiful
 flower
 she had ever seen and it had a thick sweet scent that was better than
 candy.
The flower bowed then spoke to her.
      "Hello little girl. What is it you desire?"
      "Desire?"
     "Yes. I am a magic flower that grants wishes to all who travel on this
road. I only ask two things in return; after I grant your wish you
 come back and tell me if you are happy with it or not."
         "Why would you want to know that?"
        "I take my work very seriously. If someone is not happy with their
 wish I will grant them a new one and keep granting them wishes until they
 are
 happy."
      "Two."
      "Hmm?"
      "You said you asked for two things in return. What is the other?"
      "Ah, yes. The other request. You must answer a question."
      "A question?"
      "Yes, a question."
      "What is the question?"
      "Why are you walking on my road?"
      "That is a strange question. First, I don't believe this is your road.
 This road is for everyone to use, not for one person to control. Second, I am

 walking on this road because I am looking for something. I haven't yet
 found it, but I believe if I keep walking, I will find it."
      "My my, what a smart girl. I have decided to grant your wish. Now tell
 me," the flower bowed again, "what is the object that you desire?"
      "Nothing."
      "Nothing?"
      "Nothing."
      "Then you are happy?"
      "No."
       "Then you are sad?"

       "No."
      "Then you are somewhere in the middle?"
      "No, well, I don't think so."
      "So you 're not exactly sure how you feel?"
      "In short probably, yes."
      "And there's no object you desire?"
      "Yes. There is no object I desire."
      "Oh my," the flower rested its blossom on one of its leaves, "what a
 pickle."
      "Is this really that big of a problem?"
      "Yes actually. You see I am required to grant wishes to all who cross
 my
 path, that I see fit, and who are unhappy. And I just hate to see people
 not
 happy because people are always happier when they're happy, right?"
      "Yes, that's true."
      "Hmm, I know! I will grant you wishes that people in the past have
> wished for and if you are not happy with it I will refund the wish."
>      "That sounds like a good solution."
>       "I thought so too. Now let's see." The flower thought for a moment.
     "Oh, I know! The person I granted this wish for was very pleased." The
flower clapped its leaves together and touched the ground. The ground spilt
 and a box sprung from the crack. It opened to reveal a beautiful fan that
 was
 made of the finest materials and had the most beautiful flowers painted on
 it.
 When she waved it the wind turned different colors and sang. The flower
 bowed and said, "I hope this makes you happy." The girl had great fun with
 the fan at first, making the wind sing and turn colors was very amusing,
 but
 after a few days she returned to the flower.
      "You didn't like it?"
     "Oh no. It's a beautiful fan it's just, not what I need."
      "Hmm, alright. As promised I will refund your wish." The flower put
 its
 leaves together then touched the ground. The box appeared and the girl put
 the fan back in it. The flower tapped its leaves together and touched the
 ground again. The box disappeared and a fountain, a marble fountain, with
 beautiful carvings and breath taking statues appeared in its place. The
 statues were of three dolphins and in the middle of the three dolphins
 there
 was a gorgeous mermaid. The bluest and most pure water the girl had ever
 seen flowed from the mermaid's hands and the dolphin's mouths. To top it
 all off, the fountain floated and followed her around. The flower bowed and
 said, "I hope this makes you happy." Again, at first the girl had great fun
 with the fountain, but after a few days she again, returned to the flower.
      "You didn't like that either?"
      "Oh no! Again, it was beautiful, but I don't need it."
      "Hmm, Ah! How silly of me. Little girls don't want fans or fountains."
 The flower tapped its leaves together and touched the ground. The fountain
 landed on the very spot it had come from and the ground swallowed it up. In
 its place there was a stand, and on the stand there was a porcelain doll.
Its face was painted with the most beautiful of colors, and it wore the most
 regal
 of dresses. It came with a matching hat that had a feather in it. The
 flower
 bowed and said, "I hope this will make you happy." The girl very much
 liked the doll because it was very close to what she was looking for. She

 enjoyed the doll's company for two weeks before returning to the flower.
      "Oh dear. You didn't like that either?" I'd thought I'd finally gotten
 it
 right."
     "Oh, no no no! The doll was very very beautiful and I did enjoy it
 very
 much, but it's not what I need, but it did help me realize what I want to
 wish
 for."
      "You've thought of a wish? Lovely! If you wish for it yourself, you
 are
 sure to like it. Now please tell me, what is the object you desire?"
     "I desire no object. My only wish is to stay here, with you, and be
 your
 friend. Because all I want is a friend." The flower was silent for a
 moment.
but then bowed and said, "I hope this will make you happy." And it indeed
 made the girl, and the flower very happy.

                                      The End

-Nicole

Beavers ARE (even due to past comments) Your Friends

I AM NOT WITH THE BEAVERS! THE BEAVERS LIVE IN THE TUNNELS AT PIZZA PUT CHEWING ON CHILDREN'S ANKLES AND THAT'S WHY THEY ALWAYS COME OUT WITH BOO-BOOS, BUT THEY DON'T REMEMBER BECAUSE THE BEAVERS ERASE THEIR MEMORIES!!!!

Random lumps are safe.

I even asked a hobo once.

He is my 2nd best friend.

(not really but he's going to be and I'm going to ask him)

I had a nightmare about some guy hurting hobos a couple of nights ago...

and the guy definitely wasn't a beaver.

Myths About The Random Lump

I'd just like to say that these past stories are all made up, works of fiction, fantasies.

The random lump is one of my favorite places ever.

And HWY is silly.

So hah.

The random lump rocks, and beavers are not evil.

Never fear.

Another Case of the Random Lump

Once upon a year ago there was a hobo named Frank. He was just sitting in a park one day. The Richmond Park to be exact, and a swarm of beavers came and broke his ankles. They dragged him into the river and waited untill he was good and dead. 

Then they dragged him up through a secret tunnel and into an underground cavern. This cavern is known to us as the random lump. More hobos came to morn Frank and the beavers got them too, before they even knew what was happening. 

The beavers waited and let the hobo flesh get good and rotten, and then they came back and sucked the dead hobo flesh right off the bones. Now more hobos come to morn their dead hobo brethren, and the beavers never run out of hobo flesh. It won't be long before poor Chester is the next to go. 

So if you go down to the park one day and he's not there, well you'll know what happened.

And you be sure to watch out when you visit the random lump or the beavers might mistake you for a hobo. They prefer hobo flesh, but when its all water logged and rotten, who can tell anyway.

-HWY

The Random Lump

    (\__/)

    ( O.O)

    (____)*

The random lump is where the hobo Chester likes to hang out and mourn his dead hobo friends. The lump is full of dead rotting hobo carcasses because when hobos stand there the beavers grab them by their ankles and drag them inside the lump where they promptly die. The beavers wait for them to rot, and then eat their flesh off.

And they say beavers are vegetarians.

-HWY

The Scientist

Come up to meet you, 
Tell you I'm sorry, 
You don't know how lovely you are.

I had to find you, 
Tell you I need you, 
Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets, 
And ask me your questions, 
Oh let's go back to the start.

Runnin' in circles, 
Comin' up tails, 
Heads on the science apart.

Nobody said it was easy, 
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy, 
No one ever said it would be this hard.
Oh take me back to the start.

I was just guessin', 
At numbers and figures, 
Pullin' the puzzles apart.

Questions of science, 
Science and progress, 
Do not speak as loud as my heart.

Tell me you love me, 
Come back and haunt me, 
Oh on I rush to the start.

Runnin' in circles, 
Chasin' our tails, 
Comin' back as we are.

Nobody said it was easy, 
Oh it's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy, 
No one ever said it would be so hard.
I'm goin' back to the start.

Ahhooooooooooooooooo
Ahhooooooooooooooooo
Ahhooooooooooooooooo
Ahhooooooooooooooooo

Missing You

I miss Hannah.

I miss Cobb, Kimi, Fred, Derek, Molly, Liz, Jack, Lila, Zoe, and maybe even Matt.

I miss going on field trips every other week.

I miss having almost zilch drama.

I miss the real recesses.

I miss the good swedish meatballs.

I miss having watched very little NCIS's and being so excited when our TiVo taped one I hadn't seen

I wish having everyone explain everything to me.

I miss the best table group ever.

I miss Our little inside jokes:

"lake titicaca"

"The Screw Song"

I miss Hannah.

I thought I'd put that one again.

Sometimes I want to go back to last year,

Because I miss Hannah.

And the rest of you,

and Hannah,

and last year.

How I Want To Die

I have decided on a way the I would like to die.

Yes, I may be a freak,

but I know how to have fun=)

So I've decided that someday when I'm shopping with my friends 

(yes, I will be old and still have friends...COBB)

and I will randomly drop dead.

Or I'll be jogging in the park (yes, I'm going to be a hot, in shape grandma)

and just "plunk" down.

hehehe...

But I don't have to die like this

Maybe I'll be with some of the other people I love

I don't know.

Ever watched the notebook?

That's another way.

Mommy Doesn't Know What the Kitty Does at Night

Mommy said I need a friend.

Mommy said I need a friend real bad.

I went to the pet shop.

The snakes were too big,

and the dog's were too loud.

The spiders were too scary

The hamsters were too small,

but then I saw a Kitty.

Its eyes were red, its fur was black, and its price tag said free.

That night I fed Kitty, and went to bed.

Then I woke up and I heard a voice.

Kitty was planning,

planning to kill.

But Mommy doesn't know what the Kitty does at night.

And the next morning,

Mommy was dead.

The next night I heard Kitty again.

Kitty was planning,

planning to kill.

But Daddy doesn't know what the Kitty does at night.

The next morning,

Daddy was dead.

The next night,

Kitty was planning,

planning to kill.

But I knew,

I knew what Kitty did at night.

The next morning,

Kitty was dead.

-Anonymous