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Yo,I sure havent updated in a while........yea,i only update for special things to post..........heres a little poem......

To the ends of time I will love you my friend
Knowing that you're gone leaves me a bend

An angle to me you were so kind
Raising my sprits with ways I can not find

Over and over the days with you replayed
Loving you so much wished you would have stayed

I crossed a line which I know not fit
Now each day I die a little bit

An empty void replaces what I feel
Growing sadder and sadder, will I ever heal

From the feeling of love I felt for a friend

I kinda feel that way........

Anyways,heres a little part I would like to put on a teacher I dearly HATE!

Shes a racist teacher,
Who can barely hear,
She has a weird name,
I hate her game,

When she teaches I die a little bit,
She has no manners like a little bit*h,
She's so ugly,
I'm gonna die!

I cant make up a poem on how I hate her!!!!Well you should know her,and she will just try to find every single mistake in you!Her name.....Upik!I made a club,The I HATE U club....So every time I say I Hate U,it m,eans I HATE UPIK!Every time she sees me,Im doing something wrong,either im in the lab or going down the staircase,shes always there to haunt me.....Preston suddenly spoke up and said that he was acutally worried of Sci+Math changing to BM. You know what that beetch said? 'If you're so worried, get back to CHINA.' Now, that's ACROSS THE BORDER. Waaaaaay across. That beetch. Talk like some of those cheesy people. Can't she effing keep her mouth shut. That's so freaggin' rude. Seriously, if some of you out there really want to talk on this issue, think further. I'm not discussing it here......and Upik,if you read this,heres what im gonna say to you"I don't give a fvckin crap!"You have no proof I wrote this.HAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Signin of now,gotta study for the exams........

The Prying Hands

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ...
for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!

Boy Meets Girl

As you all can see,in any drama's,you can see these scenarios:
(use the numbering in the pictures)
Scenario One:
1:Boy meets girl
2:Boy falls in love with girl
3:Girl falls in love with other guy
4:Girl lives happily ever after,while boy lives in regret.

Scenario Two
1:Boy meets girl
2:Boy falls in love with girl
3:Girl falls in love with other guy
4:Boy dies due to depression leaving the girl living in guilt

So,if u are ever caught in these situations,I suggest you take scenario 2.You get the girl ti live in guilt!