My Favorite Song

My favorite song of my childhood is Eminem song is Without Me. I like this song because me and my cousin used to listen to this song together. I also played a fun game last night and it was with Johnathon and Michael Frame.

What is Love

What is love
Some say it is pure
Others compare it to a dove
To some it is a cure
It warms our hearts
It fills your soul
It stings like a dart
It pays out much more than its toll
And it never grows old

It is eternal
It stays strong
It puts out any inferno
If sometimes goes wrong
Love not lust
Is a feeling a trust

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Brick By Boring Bricks By Paramore

{Verse 1}
She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure, the lens, I told her
The angles are all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies

{Pre-Chorus}
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds

{Chorus}
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

Ba-da ba ba-da ba ba da

{Verse 2}
So one day, he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve, well make sure
To build your house brick by boring brick
Or the wolf's gonna blow it down

{Pre-Chorus}
Keep your feet on the ground...
When your head's in the clouds...

{Chorus}
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
We'll bury the castle, bury the castle

{Bridge}
Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic...

If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah!

{Chorus}
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

{Outro}
Ba-da ba ba-da ba ba da
Ba-da ba ba ba-da ba ba
[X3]
Ba-da ba ba-da ba ba da
Ba-da ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba

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Stricken By Disturbed

AH! AH! AH! OW!

You walk on like a woman in suffering
Won't even bother now to tell me why
You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment
Leaving me broken another time
You come on like a bloodstained hurricane
Leave me alone, let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
I don't want to mention, the reason I know

That I am stricken and can't let you go
When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run

AH AH AH OW
You don't know what your power has done to me
I wanna know if I'll heal inside
I cant go on with a holocaust about to happen
Seeing you laughing another time

You'll never know how your face has haunted me
My very soul has to bleed this time
Another hole in the wall of my inner defenses
Leaving me breathless the reason I know

That I am stricken and cant let you go
When the heart is cold there's no hope and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run
Into the abyss will I run!

Oooooh!!!!

You walk on like a woman in suffering
Wont even bother now to tell me why
You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment
Leaving me broken another time
You come on like a bloodstained hurricane
Leave me alone let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
Don't wanna mention the reason I know

That I am stricken and cant let you go
When the heart is cold there's no hope and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will i run
Into the abyss will i run!
I cant let you go!
Yes I am stricken and cant let you go!

10 Second Sound Off

I prefer the the rain more than sunshine because I am a natural Pisces and water is my element. I love walking in the rain because it feels real good and its very relaxing. I prefer the rain over the sunshine on some days, but too many days of rain gets old. I like rain a little less at San Pasqual Academy a liitle more.

Cliche Poem

Its raining cats and dogs,
while I'm typing my blog,
God is crying like a newborn baby,
while I am lazy
as sloth,
I feel like eating some broth,
cut from the whole cloth,
is a bit of myself,
umm, as i belch,
I love Welches
Jam.

Figurative Language Games

The best figurative language game I played tonight is Metaphor Battleship, because Battleship is one my all-time favorite game and it is creative. I won this game easily but than again I was playing on easy. If you want to play this game, go to this link: [http://www.quia.com/ba/42131.html?AP_rand=163810965]
The second best game I played was Fling the Teacher because it is challenging but fun in the end when I got to fling the teacher. My final score was 15 correct. If you want to play this game, go to this link:
[http://www.newton.k12.ks.us/tech/fling3.html]
The least favorite game I played was Drag and Drop Metaphors because it is very errorful when you try to put the metaphor in place. My final score was horrible because it messed me up. If you really want to play this game, go to this link:
[http://www.kidsonthenet.org.uk/dragonsville/metaphor1.htm]

Winter Vacation

My winter vacation was fantastic due to the fact that I was away from school. The first week I got $45 dollars total and I bought two pc games, one was Star Craft and the other one was Rome: Total War. I had a lot of fun playing them until Christmas Eve rolled up. Then I went on pass with my mentor to hang out at his parent’s house until Christmas morning. I got a speaker set, lots of candy, a sweater, and money. I then came back to SPA and got my Brett Favre jersey and Green Bay Packer pajama bottoms. I then got a $200 dollar gift card, which I used to buy a 250 GB hard drive and a DVD-RW drive. I also bought Sim City 4. That was an awesome Christmas break for me.

Old Blind Man

The old man on the hill,

Who cannot see,

Sits there every day,

And stares at me,

As I think to myself,

If he is blind,

How does he know I pass him by?

I begin to ponder

And as I say to him,

“You sit there and stare at me day by day,

Our world,

Who calls you blind?

But who are they,

And who am I,

Leaves the question, (or “to leave the question”)

Which one of us is truly blind?”