the theme of this blog is the things people most admire in life are family , Friends , love , and of course happiness.
the tone of my blog is happiness or what ever emotion someone feels about this
Monday, December 7, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
expresing your self
poetry: "But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
song: Seems as though I’ve lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin’ still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin’ in a foreign tongue
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
It seems as though I’ve lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin’ still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin’ in a foreign tongue
I’m a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin’ on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
There ain’t no need for watchdogs here, to justify our ways
We lived our lives in manacles, the main cause of our stay
And exiled here from other worlds, my sentence comes to soon
Why should I be made to pay on the bad side of the moon
I’m a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin’ on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
storys:
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
song: Seems as though I’ve lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin’ still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin’ in a foreign tongue
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
It seems as though I’ve lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin’ still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin’ in a foreign tongue
I’m a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin’ on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
There ain’t no need for watchdogs here, to justify our ways
We lived our lives in manacles, the main cause of our stay
And exiled here from other worlds, my sentence comes to soon
Why should I be made to pay on the bad side of the moon
I’m a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin’ on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
storys:
A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.
A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.
Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up.
crushes
crushes are when someone likes a Certain someone it could be like a boy liking girl of the other way a round
freindship
to me friends are the people i can count on when its about secrets becase my momm if i told hershe would get all in my bisness so its good to have freinds that care
Thursday, November 19, 2009
sports
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
adalesonts
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