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the most intense workout i’ve ever done. it left me feeling exhausted, but healthy. the most intense class i’ve ever taken; it challenged me and enriched my thinking. it made me grow. challenges are healthy. they make your realize your limits but encourage you to cross them.. to push yourself further than you thought you’d be able to. intense love. soo pure and strong that no matter what other people say, you will never stop loving the other person.

Posted By sam On 06.22.2011 @ 3:06 pm

In science i learn about cells. like brain cells, blood cells, cancer cells, red cells, blue cells. Jail cells. It’s all confusing.

Posted By Sam On 06.21.2011 @ 7:37 pm

I caught my dreams in my hands …and held them and promised never to let go ….

Posted By Sam On 06.20.2011 @ 4:04 am

to me belief is more like “beliebe” (The verb!) because i’m a belieber and i beliebe in Justin Bieber. He’s my hero, my inspiration. The one I think about when I go to sleep and the one who makes me smile when i wake up. So…yeah that’s pretty much it. I don’t even know why i’m writting this. lol what a waste of my time.

Posted By Sam On 06.18.2011 @ 8:21 pm

happiness, friendship, family Walmart plastic bags the joker miles of smiles Miley ‘Smiley’ Cyrus smirk

Posted By Sam On 06.17.2011 @ 7:43 am

smiling is used to show emotion. a smile can be happy, sad, mad, but it’s always a smile. smiles are universal.

Posted By Sam On 06.16.2011 @ 1:18 pm

one day i was at the train station. it was great and people were getting

Posted By sam On 06.14.2011 @ 7:58 pm

love is what this word represents and i i dont think that anyone loves me this is insane time is running out love please me me me just please call me your beloved please i miss you more and more everyday be in my heart i love you please

Posted By sam On 06.12.2011 @ 10:00 pm

Above this life, this pain this hurt; make yourself stronger, faster, go further than you have before. Nothing can hold you down, nothing can hold you back. There is nothing that can keep you from rising above the problems of your life to become that which you are meant to be. So just do it, take a chance; make a choice, and just become. Just be. Just rise. . .

Posted By Sam On 06.10.2011 @ 8:11 pm

school, learning, education, someone who guides you in the right direction, they have wisdom and insights on things that you may not understand and possibly resent, however they are there to keep you going- no matter your personal views on them.

Posted By sam On 06.09.2011 @ 9:09 pm

Teachers can be both bad and good, as with everything else in this world. My English teachers seem to be awesome and my math professors usually stink. I guess that could be the subject and no the teacher but well, I don’t know. I actually plan to be a teacher. I want to change the United States one child/teenager at a time.

Posted By Sam On 06.09.2011 @ 8:04 pm

A mind to fill, an empty glass to pour into without abandon, the essence, the desire that is instilled in all who wish to teach. It is this, this empty glass, this desire that drives on those who actually teach; and those who teach do this one noble act: they teach another the ability to learn, to listen, to grow.

Posted By Sam On 06.09.2011 @ 6:10 pm

My loathing for these creatures is unfounded; they do their best, i’m sure. Mumsy is one too, scary thoughts, fuck headteachers though. Bad experiences my god.

Posted By sam On 06.09.2011 @ 5:28 pm

I walked around the corner, it was a busy day in lower Manhatten. I could smell the sweet hot dogs, the sour garbage, and I could see the heads of the people, lowered in concentration.

Posted By Sam On 06.09.2011 @ 8:15 am

every flat part dies in the corner. the life dies in the corner. the world spins in the corner, off in the corner. one dies in the corner sometimes. everyone will die in a corner.

Posted By Sam On 06.08.2011 @ 3:12 pm

one bored boy sits in the corner he’s sad some because he was bad mannered.

Posted By Sam On 06.08.2011 @ 3:09 pm

wall instinctively still among four corners the square isn’t there just represented the end of time.

Posted By Sam On 06.08.2011 @ 3:07 pm

always always doing this not just the big stuff the little stuff that bugs and bugs you all night and you cant sleep and google not helping at all wasting the months internet just trying to find the one tiny detail you are forgetting but you need to know oh so bad o

Posted By Sam On 06.08.2011 @ 3:28 am

I forgot what it was like to be a happy, little, kid. A kid that only care about what color crayons to use. A kid that wants nothing more then to get one of the good swings at the playground.

Then I met Michelle. My younger sister.

Posted By Sam On 06.07.2011 @ 1:26 pm

The museum. I’d never been much for museums. Life had been rough these last few weeks. As I strolled down the galleries, I had to stop suddenly to look at this particular painting. It was full of color and meaning, like it described my whole life up until now. It also seemed to tell my future, like it was telling me to cheer up, life will get better. And then I couldn’t help but smile for the first time in weeks, as I knew that things could only go uphill from there.

Posted By Sam On 06.06.2011 @ 3:47 pm

Painted faces around the town. Fake people everywhere and it kills my insides. Walking the hallways of school you can see people talking and laughing with each other but in my mind I’m wondering if they’ve painted that face on so they can have a companion that is worse at something than them. They’re fake and it breaks my heart. Luckily they’re not all fake.

Posted By Sam On 06.06.2011 @ 2:47 pm

Plaid. Kilts. I think of kilts if I’m pronouncing this word correctly inside my head… My brother wore a kilt to a school dance one. I have a really weird family. Especially my brother. I like to think that I’m the normal one in my family…

Posted By Sam On 06.05.2011 @ 2:25 pm

I have capris that are plaid colored. I know a lot of hicks around town who wear plaid, especially loggers. I’m not too big on plaid myself. My brother and dad wear a lot of plaid. I wonder if people dress their dogs in plaid. I think plaid colored nails would be cute, if it were the right color; I would try it out if I knew someone who painted nails really good.

Posted By Sam On 06.05.2011 @ 12:50 pm

Oh, wow. Its a cool thing, that you can write about, not to sure if they are still used nowaaadays, but it was around in the olden days. The chalk does go right through me, its all sqweakky, ouch! Mmm chalk is colour ful, you can write wahtever you like, its a preeey cool thing

Posted By sam On 06.05.2011 @ 8:04 am

Chalkboards bring back the memories of a child. Sitting in the small classrooms at your small desk with the giant chalkboard at the front of the class room. Chalkboards are used to show demonstrations or used make an announcement. I have never seen a chalkboard used outside of a classroom.

Posted By Sam On 06.05.2011 @ 12:02 am

black and smeared with white, i stared at it till i was going to seriously die. My friends rises from her chair and hands me a paper before she goes by. The answer to the question on the old chalkboard. And i ran forward and before i could think about it, i ran into the old black smeared with white chalkboard.

Posted By Sam On 06.04.2011 @ 10:09 pm

teachers use chalkboards to write. well, not much anymore. chalkboards have been replaced with white boards. chalk boards make annoying horrific screechy noises if you rub your nails on them. thinking about that noise makes my teeth hurt. lol i don

Posted By sam On 06.04.2011 @ 7:49 pm

I listen to the radio in the car. In the morning, when one of my ‘talk show’ deals is on I listen to 96.9 because I really like the main guy on it and his co-hosts. When the morning is over I always switch to 98.7 because they play really awesome music. I quite enjoy listening to radio because it updates me to what’s going on in the world… sort of.

Posted By Sam On 06.03.2011 @ 2:30 pm

I lept into the limo and told the driver to drive, he asked about my date. I said, “she’s dead, and so will we be if you don’t hit it.” Eddie the driver was in no mood to die that day, so he tore down the side walk, pedestrians leaping out of the way.

Posted By Sam On 06.03.2011 @ 10:11 am

When I think of the word limo I think of rich people or someone famous sitting in a luxurious padded car. The windows are so tinted that the only thing you can dream of seeing is your reflection. The person inside may never know who you are because to them you are just that fly on the wall that they could car less about and you know it.

Posted By Sam On 06.02.2011 @ 11:43 pm