QOD No. 7

Question Of the Day
(Perhaps I’m back.)

What the hell is happening to the world?
Well maybe not the whole world. That’s a little to broad. But what about my world. The world I’ve become accustom too?

Change.
Change is what happened. I don’t deal well with change. Sure I do dealwith it. I just dread it. Absolutely abhor it. I’d do just about anything to avoid it. But I have to deal with it. So I do. I wish I didn’t have too, and I wish other people didn’t have too.

Change is good.
Only sometimes, only sometimes.

 

Rant No. 7

Stupid little middle school girls.

Okay so-this rant is a wee bit pointed. Oh well. Grow up and deal with it. You do have to admitt that some girls, think they are a lot more special than they really are. You know the ones. You’ve been in school before, rode the bus, been out to the mall. You can always pick them out of the crowd. This isn’t a compliment.

Kids these days.
I know I’m only a ‘kid’ myself, but I’m talking about the younger ones. And aren’t I a good source to go too? I know a lot about this generation – I ‘observe’ more than I ‘do’. More people should do both. Most people exist. To a certain point that’s all I do. I go through the motions but don’t do anything about, well anything. I’m changing that. But most other people aren’t. Hence these little middle schoolers. But you can go further and include many kids in my generation.

Do they know what’s going on in the world? Do they watch the news? Are they going to vote when they’re able? What are they doing to save the world?

Nothing.
They’re existing. Going through a normal teenage life-how they’re supposed to act. Sure it’s fun, and yeah, everyone’s doing it. But we need more help in this world. With the growing number of younger people and the decreasing of the old (it’s just a fact of life okay?), less and less [younger] people know what’s going on.

It’s just sad.

And I ask; What’s the world coming to?

 

QOD No. 6

Question Of the Day
(I know I’m behind. Eek.)

What is all the rain drops with lemon drops and gum drops?

*Something NEW*
I’m going to leave this question up to you. Use your imagination. What would happen? Many people don’t use this part of their brain enough-and it’s just sad if I’m the only one that could come up with a whitty responce to a question such as this.

Good luck.

 

Personal Essay

(This is an essay I had to write for my english class. It meant a lot to me to write this, and it means even more that I can post it on here. It can also make up for one of the days that I missed.)

She Touched My Heart with Kindness

“… I know Brit and you were friends in the hospital and she really liked you, but she passed away yesterday 4/27/06. I’m sorry to have to give you such bad news… Thank for being such a good friend to her.” I met Brittany Morgan Neville sometime in September of 2005. We met in the Oncology wing of the outpatient building of John’s Hopkins. She was lying in a bed across the hall from me, waiting for one of the doctors or nurses. Sitting in the room was nerve-wracking and boring, with nothing to do but sit and wait, but then a woman (Brittany’s mom) comes over and introduces herself to me and asks how old I am.  I reply, “Fifteen,” and she goes on to introduce her daughter who was a year older than I. We exchange our stories and I learned that she had Aplastic Anemia, a disease that attacks your immune system and causes the bone marrow and cells to not reproduce. She had been in the hospital on and off since June or July of that summer and was waiting for a bone marrow transplant. There were horrible condition in which to be making a new friend, but I was more relieved that I would have someone else to talk to and understand what I was going though and (the things that I was) feeling. “I hope we become good friends… Keep in touch. “

That was one of the darkest Thursday’s I will ever have. John Hopkins wasn’t allowed to release that information to me. So, instead, her boyfriend sent me a message over a popular website informing me of the grim news. My first reaction was that of denial. This could be true, I though she had been doing so well. At least that was the last I had heard about her. I hadn’t seen her since early March. Later I learned that she had received a bone marrow transplant and was coping well but, all of the sudden, her body started rejecting it and they couldn’t save her in time. When I learned she had died, my heart stopped. To put in simply, I freaked out and began sobbing and crying near hysterically. Therefore I called my mom and told her the news. She offered to come home, but I wanted to be alone. Over and over I thought, “Why her? Why any of us? What made us so different? Why did this have to happen to us?” It’s now been over a year (April 27, 2007), and I’m in better spirits, but it still hits extremely close to home. A few weeks ago when we had to choose a topic for this activity, I realized with a sinking heart, that I had missed her birthday (March 11^th). I’ve been thinking about her practically everyday since then. I firmly believe in keeping her memory alive and send her messages over a page her family has set up on the internet whenever I feel the need. It has also made me examine the way I have been living my life. So now I live every day as if it were my last, and take full advantage of every opportunity that is presented to me. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I’m almost glad that I had to learn it from her.

 

QOD No. 5

Question Of the Day
(I know I’m behind. Eek.)

What IF, suddenly, PIE became illegal?
Actually when you think about it-really think about it-you can almost see how it’s true.

Just let me explain.
Pie, as delicious as it may be, has many, many, many, too many calories in it. And what have most Americans been cutting out of their diets lately? CALORIES! Poor pie. Who will eat it now?

But who wants to go there?
I’m only here to be nonsensical.Because I’m talking-you eat pie, you LOOK at pie funny and you’re locked up. Gone. Bam. In the big house, singing the blues on your harmonica. What would be the rules as to how long you’re locked up? Would it depend on the type of pie? Would there be protests in the streets, in front of the White House, your front lawn?!

I’m getting ahead of myself.
This question was posed to, well not just me, but I just decided to answer it, from a very dear friend of mine. Personally I don’t think making pie illegal would have a snowball’s chance in hell in being passed by Congress, the House, the Senate, whatever. I mean, have you seen these men and few women (mostly the men)? They look like they could enjoy a good pie everyday…

In the end;
I don’t think we’ll ever have to live in fear of an elimination of the enjoyment of pie. We can all sleep happy now.

 

Rant No. 6

Silly people who still take electives in high school when they have no business still doing them.

Seriously guys. It’s kinda like American Idol. If you suck, you suck. You have no business still perusing this career. Here’s a news flash for everyone; YOUR FAMILY, LIES. They’re probably the biggest liars you’ll ever meet. They build you up to make you feel better and PRAY to GOD that someone will tell you other wise so you’ll stop.

If people cringe at the sound of your voice, or can’t look you in the eye, or even cry at the end of you singing – and they AREN’T happy tears; these are all probably good signs that you should stop singing.

People are afraid of hurting other people’s feelings or lowering people self esteem. I’m guilty of it, most of my friends if not all are guilty of it. Hell, you’re probably even guilty of it.

So what are we really going to do?
Probably go on and keep doing the same thing. Making people feel good about themselves while other people will come right out and tell you you suck. Then what are you going to do? Lie, and tell them to forget that person, that they’re jealous?

Oh yeah, you’ll do it.
Maybe not tomorrow, or the next day. But within a week, I bet you will. Oh, you’ll lie tomorrow. Lying’s practically a fact of life now. You can’t get away from it no matter where you go. [Except if you live in a cave in the woods, but seriously, how many of those people do you come across now-a-days?]

So how’s about a little honesty once in a while? Don’t they say that honesty is the best policy?

And I ask; What is the world coming to?

 

QOD No. 4

Question Of the Day
(I’m going to make up for the day I missed.)

Could AIDS turn into the new Black Plague (Black Death/Bubonic Plague/Great Plague)?
I mean seriously. I was discussing this with my sister actually (we are/were watching a special on Discovery Health). Now there are many, many differences but isn’t it the same if you just go by the gist of it?

AIDS is certainly a pandemic of epic proportions, just as the Great Plague was. The special is talking about how there is a genetic ‘mutation’ which left and leaves some people immune to the plague, but now they are finding that it can resist the AIDS virius. They want to find a way to reproduce this gene and see if they can infusse it into other people who are at greatest risk of contracting this fatel disease.

This is where I get into the simularities. Both AIDS and this plague have cause mass deaths of people who never got to live their lives. You can be born with AIDS, what kind of life is that? Then with the plague, as a small child you could contract it and the result would always be death. Again a simularity. The result is always death. They never found the vaccince or any cure for the plague, and they’ve yet to find one for AIDS.

Is this something we all should keep an eye on. All I can say is, that deserves a ‘DUH’. It would do well for more people to be informed. Sometimes going over it for a week in Health Class for half a year in high school, just isn’t enough.

 

Rant No. 5

(This was actually supposed to be for last night. Oops.)

I was watching the local news last night and a commercial came of for another county’s ambulance service. But I immediately took notice that this was a rather strange ad.

First off, it showed [a dramatization] an ambulance missing a house because it did not have an adequate number displayed on their mailbox. Um, okay. I thought that when people dialed 911 or a help number that the would have to give an address and general directions. Now I know some people might be too flustered to do so, but still, can’t the paramedics use some common sense here?

The commercial went on to give an entirely random number for a help line – then tell the people who were calling to go out and attach their house number to there mailbox allwith the happy slogan at the bottom, ‘IT’S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY.’

Our responsibility for what, exactly? Our responsibility to hope that our paramedics have some common sense so they can figure out where too find us when we could be dying?!I mean, I’ve been in the situation before, and you are thinking very clearly if you hurt or sick to be worrying about sticking your house number on your mailbox.

Now I’ve also meet more than a dozen paramedics and their rather smart. I think that they can work with the computers and what little information they’re given from a phone call to find someone if there’s a serious problem.

Perhaps I’m putting too much faith in them, but who else is going to come save you?

And I ask; What is the world coming to?

 

QOD No. 3

Question Of the Day

If you did have a multiple personality disorder and you called someone, would their Caller ID explode?
I suppose not since well it would probably come up as whatever name you registered it as. But still – what if someone called you from your house [oh yeah, you're at... a friends house... sure] and you were the same personality that you came up as on your phone?

I’m not sure what that has to do with anything right now – but this is what you get when I’m watching comedy specials and am on the down hill of a caffeine high.

I’ll have something more though provocing tomorrow.
[[This question was in now way aimed to hurt anyone's feelings - it's only a question.]]

 

Rant No. 4

You know what’s rather annoying, now that I’m older?

Colouring.

Yes colouring, one of a child’s favourite past times. So how come now, when you’re older, you don’t find as much joy in this simple activity? Is it because now, everything else seems so much more important? Because we have bigger and better things to do? Is it because now, it’s more of a chore instead of a fun way to past the time?

I mean, honestly, when do you take time out of your day to just sit and colour? Colour anything – but only for fun?

I didn’t think so.

So when do you colour? When you have a big project due and you’re report needs a little something else. When you’re making something and it has to stand out from all the rest. For school, for work. But nary for fun.

Maybe we should take time out of lives to colour. None of this ‘inside the line’ crap we were fed when we were five. No, colour anything, scribble really, but you have to enjoy it.

Perhaps people would be a lot less stressed. But then what do I know? I’m just a silly little teenager.

And I ask; What is the world coming to?