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Domesticate the boys – can one accomplish such a thing? Especially when their mother was wild, not tame, creating chaos. How do you establish a quiet array in those whose experience has been so much disorder.

Posted By Jamie On 05.19.2011 @ 11:38 am

A mole is an underground creature or a mark on your skin. I’d much rather think of underground creatures than beauty marks. The latter is kind of gross to think about… When I think of moles, I think of Thumbelina, and how the evil mole trapped her underground to be his lovely wife, even though he was blind. Based on the illustrations for Thumbelina in the book I read once as a child, I imagine that moles are kind of cute, like big brown mice. Some people think of mice and rats as gross, but I think most things with fur are cute. Rats are a bit gross, I admit, and I wouldn’t want to touch a mouse or a rat, but I can appreciate their big black eyes and soft bodies. However, moles seem a bit sad to me, mainly because of Thumbelina’s deep longing to see the sky when she’s trapped in the mole’s underground house-tunnels, but also because no one really thinks about or likes moles. It’s interesting that “mole” could be the word of the day, because OneWord takes something simple and makes someone think about it on a deeper level. This is thoughtful. I never would have though very deeply about a mole at all.

Posted By Jamie On 05.19.2011 @ 8:14 am

Gwen has moles that occur in pairs on her arms, legs, and torso. She has a couple moles on her face, but they do not happen in pairs. It is a curious thing. When she was born, the midwife said the placenta was split and at one time there must have been a twin. I’d like to think that my only child carries a genetic memory of her companion.

Posted By Jamie On 05.18.2011 @ 12:44 pm

Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought him back. People say curiosity is a bad thing. People say curiosity is a good thing. The only thing I know is that it’s hard to spell. Oh well. I’m usually a adept speller, but some words confuzzle me a tad. “Confuzzle” is not a real word. I’d a little more ADHD today than usual, and I notice because I’m thinking about how I have a green tongue due to eating a fruit roll up, but I’ll try to stay on task. … Pick up where I left off. Curiosity keeps people wanting to learn and seek answers, but there is a line between curious and nosy, and it’s hard to tell where it is and if you’re standing on it. I think that as long as people can justify their curiosity with a legitimate reason, being painfully honest about their intentions, then they can say, “I want to know this because of this reason, and I don’t just want to know something that has nothing to do with me because of myself.” This is how you know if you’re behind the line. I don’t think I’ve ever had much of a problem with curiosity. I try not to pry at all, even if I want to know something, because I want other people to feel secure and not stray too far out of their comfort zone for me and regret it. I also really don’t need to know these things, and knowing them helps nothing, so it’s easy enough to just ignore.

Posted By Jamie On 05.17.2011 @ 8:50 am

I am curious. I’m curious about everything, but not courageous enough to do anything about it. It can’t be stifled or extinguished, but it can be hindered and run down.

Posted By Jamie On 05.16.2011 @ 6:59 pm

Vodka is an interesting drink because it has friends and doesn’t like to want to get into mistakes but knows something that we all don’t know because it’s a friend of the sky and isn’t a man but likes women and is something we can all relate to for a god and people and what that means to me and you but not for you and me.

Posted By Jamie On 05.14.2011 @ 10:21 pm

Vodka is strong. It burns as it goes down your throat. I love the taste of vodka and orange juice in the morning. Not any of that champagne and orange juice. Vodka makes a person strong – you drink enough and you can overcome the challenge of holding your drink. The clear crystal of vodka glistening in the afternoon sun is a welcome sight after a hard day of work.

Posted By Jamie On 05.14.2011 @ 4:11 pm

glowing is an aura of bright or when something emits light in the dark. Glowing is when someone is crazy happy all the time and his/her friends say, “You’re glowing.” I don’t know what causes this or how someone would see it. Is it a sentimental thing? Something saps would say? Or is it something that you don’t know until you really see it? I know that the phrase is often applied to pregnant women. I’ve never seen anyone glowing. Is it something you would say to or notice about a friend? That they’re suddenly happy like a light in the dark? How would someone achieve this light? How do you know when you’re happy enough to glow? Is it something you feel? “Okay, I’m officially glowing. I’ve achieved max happiness.” But then what happens when something better happens and it rocks your world? Are you Glowing plus One? Bonus points? Should people really be glowing at all? Is that truly healthy? Being happy without stress is, yes. But why should anyone glow?

Posted By Jamie On 05.13.2011 @ 8:16 am

To console is like to comfort someone right? It’s also like, a game console, which I didn’t realize until I heard someone near me say so. I would not have thought to see it that way and I value how other people will see something different from you even more than someone who sees something exactly like you do sometimes. It’s really hard to find someone who thinks of something exactly like you do, but it really emphasizes how special someone is when they see something in a way you never would have. That’s why I really like it when people ask me what I’m thinking or about my views on something. That’s a case of them thinking the same way as me, while thinking differently as I do, or they would not need me to share my thoughts, because we would come to the same conclusion and we wouldn’t have questions about it. I really like how my boyfriend makes me think sometimes.

Posted By Jamie On 05.11.2011 @ 6:51 am

birth is the process by which something is born. I have negative feelings toward this word because this is not something I ever plan to experience. The process of birth is painful and lasts 9 months. The end result is your own baby, something you’ve created from yourself. I don’t want a baby, I actually don’t like babies. They’re so small is discolored and I always feel like I’ll break them. I don’t even like touching them, like they’ll shatter. Babies are responsibility, work, and require so much attention and commitment. Those are things that I’m not completely ready to give. This world has enough people, the majority of them with darkened hearts under sweet smiles. I believe in humanity, that people will do the right thing in the worst situation, but I also believe that most people are weak of heart and won’t give help to someone out of the goodness of themselves. This is why I don’t think the world needs more people. 6 billion isn’t enough for you? We’ve already overextended out resources. Another reason I don’t want a baby is because it’s so expected of people, to pop kids and try their best to live a normal life. Our very instincts, passed down from the wild and our ancestors of animalistic origins, tell us to live healthy, breed and raise offspring, and do our best for the population to survive. But I’m not just an animal and I don’t want to be ruled by instinct and emotion and chemicals. Maybe I’m just a fighter, and I’m making more trouble, but I’d rather by myself the way I am, any day. I don’t know one thing I could change about my born characteristics, except maybe to have naturally straight hair. I’m sure that when I’m ready, I might be able to choose to make the decision to have children, and to raise them until they’ve become grown and gone to college and pop their own kids. I favor adoption, though, because it’s much less pain and you can help someone get out of the system. However, maybe one day, I’ll think of birth as a good thing.

Posted By Jamie On 05.09.2011 @ 8:28 am

The ends of my feet felt like something was crawling and chewing the back. Some sick leach sucking on my circulation, and my bones grinding. I looked yonder to find that I had hardly even reached a block from my destination, and all I could think of was collapsing myself on the cool newly rained on grass. Where I would rip off my shoes and bury my feet in the rich soil, and I would never have to worry about walking again.

Posted By Jamie On 05.06.2011 @ 10:53 pm

my favorite summer camp is this place called ESF. I’ve been going every summer for 8 or 9 years! The counselors there are nice and helpful and are my friends most of the time. The camp has a rule that no one older than 15 can go to the camp, and I have an extra year because my birthday is late so yay! I think that the youngest you can start working there is 16. I don’t know if I’d enjoy working at camp, because I’m not sure that I’m so great with kids, but I would love to continue going to ESF for years and years. My counselor for the last few years is named Marc. He’s around his early twenties or so and he goes to NYU. We’re friends on facebook, but we don’t talk too much outside of camp. I like talking to him because he’s funny and he’s never mad. This is great because when you’re at summer camp, the last thing you want to do is have a counselor yell at you to do this, do that. Those kinds of people are a little hard to have a good time with, unless it’s their way. There are a few counselors like that, but most of them are super nice!

Posted By Jamie On 05.05.2011 @ 8:16 am

When I think of bandanas, I think of cowboys and those kids who wear bandanas in their back pockets or around their necks as accessories. I think it’s unique to wear a bandana around your neck because not a lot of people do, nowadays. The most common everyday use for a bandana is over your head. I don’t like having a bandana on my head, but I’ll wear it around my neck any day. When I think of wearing bandanas, I imagine them being flashes of color on people who wear black T shirts and jeans. I think of red, bright green.

Posted By Jamie On 05.03.2011 @ 8:17 am

This word sounds like a lock sliding into place for me. It makes me think about when you slid something into place to shut a door, like you’re locking someone out or forbidding them to venture through it. That makes me think of Rapunzel and her tower. Her stepmother, Gothel, must have locked her out before climbing down the stairs and I wonder how bad it was for Rapunzel each time she was locked out. If it was me, I think that every time that the door was locked to me, it would feel worse and would sound more foreboding. I can’t imagine sixteen years of that waiting for someone to get me! It would be easier to weave a ladder out of Rapunzel’s hair. It was certainly long enough! I recently saw the movie Tangled again with my sister. In it, Rapunzel escapes the tower with the help of a charming thief and finds her true parents, the king and queen of her city. I liked the movie Tangled because of the characters, such as Gothel being portrayed as a young, dramatic woman, and the funny characters in the tavern that the thief takes Rapunzel to in the beginning of the movie. This made the movie enjoyable even though it was meant for a younger audience.

Posted By Jamie On 04.29.2011 @ 8:16 am

So this one time i drew a robot pirate for my friend ben. And I wrote a letter around it. If I had never done such I never would have become friends with Ben and Never fallen in love with him. I love that robot pirate so much. :)

Posted By Jamie On 04.19.2011 @ 7:00 pm

The severity of the early afternoon wasn’t in the passing dimension of time, but in the simple fact that the dreams once stumbled upon when waking were slowly falling further out of reach and up the lane of eternal loss.

Posted By jamie On 04.13.2011 @ 9:09 pm

Harsh. The spotlight shines, unyielding. Burning; I feel myself shriveling underneath its temerity. Unrelenting. I cannot move, I cannot see, I cannot speak. I cannot escape. I am forced; I am stuck.

Posted By Jamie On 04.13.2011 @ 8:23 pm

It was once there, but now is no longer. It used to be well-respected, used, liked. Necessary. It is forgotten. Unwanted, unused, thrown in the pile of junk. A garage, too full to hold a car. It won’t open, yet all that once was is pushing against it. Bulging; the wood of the door is cracking. Breaking with the pressure of all that we have thrown away, all that we find useless. Bursting at the seams to contain what we no longer find necessary for survival. Did we ever even need any of this?

Posted By Jamie On 04.12.2011 @ 3:29 pm

It was once there, but now is no longer. It used to be well-respected, used, liked.. yet its existence is no longer. It is forgotten, unwanted, unused, thrown in the pile of junk. A garage, too full to hold a car. It won’t open, yet all that once was is pushing against it. Bulging; the wood of the door is cracking. Breaking with the pressure of all that we have thrown away, all that we find useless. Bursting at the seams to contain what we no longer find necessary for survival.

Posted By Jamie On 04.12.2011 @ 3:24 pm

This word is a very important word. I think that of all words, I really like strength. This is because it had a deep meaning and it makes me think of soldiers in the war or the Iwo Jima memorial in Washington DC. The word strength also makes me think of Kingdom Hearts the videogame. Kingdom Hearts is a Disney-based videogame about a boy who travels to different (Disney) worlds, such as Agrabah, Halloweentown, and the Beast’s castle. In each of these worlds, he fights off Heartless, which are creatures that have no heart and therefore no feelings or emotions. This boy is only able to fight these heartless because the Keyblade, which is a sword shaped like a key, chose him because of the strength of his heart. Kingdom Hearts may sound sappy, but it’s a great, fun videogame with a deep, thoughtful storyline. Strength itself is very important in a person. If someone has nothing to stand for, then they can be pushed down by others, even if you only stand for yourself. I think that strength leads to things like courage, bravery, and honesty. This is why it reminds me of the Iwo Jima statue. I think that to become a good person, each human being must find strength in themselves and learn to become stronger. In many books and movies and manga (Japanese graphic novels), the main character must often overcome some difficult task that shows the strength of his will to become a stronger person. I god example of this is the manga Bleach. It’s about a teenager with bright red hair who accomplishes things beyond the limits of normal humans by his will. He uses his strong will to tap into his secret reserves of power and save his friends.

Posted By Jamie On 04.06.2011 @ 8:22 am

Yeah every body in the fucking world wants that. It’s like

SUCCESS GREAT SUCCESS If you had it, you are successful. They’re proud of you whether or not you did fucking crazy things to get there. Basically, it reminds me of a certain situation that makes makes me want to cry if I could cry. I would if I could but I can’t.

Posted By Jamie On 04.04.2011 @ 1:58 pm

plan to go somehwere . plan your day. plan the future. plans are alwasys good butt sometimes plans dont always go as intended.

Posted By jamie On 04.04.2011 @ 10:05 am

I have lots of plans for the future, but I’m not totally sure what they are. I just know I have plans. Big plans. Hazy plans, but plans that will make me into something. I will be someone. My plans are unclear, as is my future. All I know is I have them, and damn it they will be fabulous.

Posted By Jamie On 04.03.2011 @ 6:16 pm

Yeah that’s something those people have You know it’s like when you’re walking around and you KNOW you are bomb you KNOW but guess what “You’re so egoistic or however you spell it!” It’s egotistical, and that my friend sounds like testical which maybe Egotistical is a man sort of thing. That’s not true Everybody’s got an ego and that’s what sucks

Posted By Jamie On 04.01.2011 @ 8:54 pm

Ego’s shouldn’t exist. It causes teen suicide. It causes suicide in general. People always compete, and we should all just get along.

I hate egos.

Posted By Jamie On 04.01.2011 @ 8:44 pm

The Executive function of the brain in children with FASD is not usually very functional, so riddled with holes as it can be. Bright shining eyes and a winning smile can be coupled with unpredictable behavior, tremendous mood swings and sometimes violent outbursts.

Posted By Jamie On 03.30.2011 @ 5:54 am

Policy: a way to police your employees. Rules to follow. I’m sorry, ma’am, but that’s our policy. No, I can’t change the rules just for you. The rules are made to be followed, not broken. It’s not my fault if you don’t fit the mould. you are too fat, too skinny, too old, too ugly, too short, too pale, too un-cool. You don’t fit so you’ll have to leave. That’d our policy.

Posted By Jamie On 03.22.2011 @ 6:28 am

I have a whole five minutes to formulate brilliant thoughts and to plaster them onto this electronic page. This is my 5 minutes of fame.

Posted By Jamie On 03.21.2011 @ 6:12 am

The shape of things to come. I need to get into better shape. I like the shape of that vase. That house is in poor shape. Shape up or ship out! Shape your life by making wise choices. Shape, shale, shark, cape, escape, escarpment, sarcasm, ape, mimic… Shame, shaman…shrapnel.

Posted By Jamie On 03.20.2011 @ 9:31 am

no. not wanted. but to want. not the same. need. thats what i want.

Posted By Jamie On 03.18.2011 @ 11:47 pm