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Talk about reading intensive. I read a whole 30 pages today (very small print). Nothing to exciting. Some satirist guy named Swift, who made a proposal in the 18th century. He felt that eating the flesh of babies at 1 year in age, would lessen the number of children that were aborted and the many of them that would grow up to be beggars. I honestly feel like I am wasting my time. While reading the text, I paused for a few minutes and realized that all the money we spend in education is useless. From all the money that we spend, to have a professor-who probably shoots money from his ass, take roll, and have the students go home and read. And about what? History? How should history make me a better person?
I feel that life is all about struggle and survival at this point. I could careless about history, or famous writers. We should not be told what to study. I think we should be introduced to different subjects, but at the same time get to pick and choose. Just recently I have met someone who has inspired me greatly. He is a simple life person. After having a harsh break up with his so though love, back in New Jersey, he moved down here and moved in with his father, hoping to save up enough money to start from scratch. They both live in a little trailer home, very comfy, very simple. Reminds me of when my family used to go to the keys every weekend and have our trailer there. It caught me off guard when he invited me to his place. I never really pictured someone living like how they were. The stove was right across from the clear door shower. I have known his father for almost a year now. The father is the security guy of where I work. Not once since I started working there has he failed to greet me with a smile, and ask me how I have been. You could tell he comes from a close family, similar to mine. The son fell for me after little days of knowing me. He told me I was different from the rest and he promised me every bit that he had. From his lips he swore he would marry me some day. Our talks were long and meaningful. I learned that at the day before he turned 18, he drifted from Cuba.. so that they would not take him into the military. In Cuba at the age of 18, if you are male, you were going to be in the military dead or alive. It was a last minute thing, his family had no idea he had gone. They swore he was dead, after so many days of not hearing from him. He then phoned his family, and told them what happened. It’s been 12 years now since he’s been back to Cuba. He tells me he has no plans to go back. His mother is more like a pen pal and as for his younger brother. He received a video tape of him and his wife. It’s hard looking at your little brother on film, now a man and married-he tells me. My uncertainty was caught in the middle of all his promises. I have known for a very long time, that I am terrified to make the wrong decisions, whatever that may be. I have never been one to “Just do it”. It is hard for me to picture myself going back on my very own words. I have a dream that has taken over me. As a younger girl I saw myself soon to be married and with kids. After so many of trial and error, I find myself wearing a steal chest. My emotions feel as though are none left. I strive now for a more complicated life to be the leader of the game. To live a somewhat simple life, but at the same time not as simple as the one this guy had promised me. But he has made it to my attention that there are more important things in life. There have been days where I have looked my worst, and still I was beautiful to his eyes. On a somewhat different subject, I see the episodes of home improvements where families spend their money remodeling their kitchens and all. And all this time I have made my own plans to someday have my very own kitchen with Coca Cola fixtures. But I see its not worth it. You see all these people who struggle for their health. It seems like no matter what we do to stay healthy, everyone dies just the same, and it’s unfair. I now see that some things don’t have to be so prefect. At the same time, I look down at myself, when I question myself of why I am driving a new car.. and my only reason to give, is that I want something reliable to travel and see all the concerts.. I wonder if the poor kids get to drive around? I guess I am somewhat of a hypocrite, but I have more to learn-hopefully stuff that will apply to me someday.
I had a friend who even though I was exactly 101 miles away from, we exchanged phone calls, and made every attempt to hang out-and we made it. I knew the day would come though that one of our lives would change, and that one or the other would not need the other. Its been forever since I have spoken to this friend-my only friend left. But you know what…
Artist: Petula Clark Buy Petula Clark's CDDOWNTOWNTony Hatch- as recorded in 1964 by Petula ClarkWhen you're alone and life is making you lonelyYou can always go - downtownWhen you've got worries, all the noise and the hurrySeems to help, I know - downtownJust listen to the music of the traffic in the cityLinger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are prettyHow can you lose?The lights are much brighter thereYou can forget all your troubles, forget all your caresSo go downtown, things'll be great when you'reDowntown - no finer place, for sureDowntown - everything's waiting for youDon't hang around and let your problems surround youThere are movie shows - downtownMaybe you know some little places to go toWhere they never close - downtownJust listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa novaYou'll be dancing with him too before the night is overHappy againThe lights are much brighter thereYou can forget all your troubles, forget all your caresSo go downtown, where all the lights are brightDowntown - waiting for you tonightDowntown - you're gonna be all right now------ instrumental break ------And you may find somebody kind to help and understand youSomeone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand toGuide them alongSo maybe I'll see you thereWe can forget all our troubles, forget all our caresSo go downtown, things'll be great when you'reDowntown - don't wait a minute forDowntown - everything's waiting for youDowntown, downtown, downtown, downtown ...
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So Dashboard is coming into town, are you going or what?
“part of me wants to make music
the other part wishes i knew how to.” -quoted from elsewhere
I feel that life is all about struggle and survival at this point. I could careless about history, or famous writers. We should not be told what to study. I think we should be introduced to different subjects, but at the same time get to pick and choose. Just recently I have met someone who has inspired me greatly. He is a simple life person. After having a harsh break up with his so though love, back in New Jersey, he moved down here and moved in with his father, hoping to save up enough money to start from scratch. They both live in a little trailer home, very comfy, very simple. Reminds me of when my family used to go to the keys every weekend and have our trailer there. It caught me off guard when he invited me to his place. I never really pictured someone living like how they were. The stove was right across from the clear door shower. I have known his father for almost a year now. The father is the security guy of where I work. Not once since I started working there has he failed to greet me with a smile, and ask me how I have been. You could tell he comes from a close family, similar to mine. The son fell for me after little days of knowing me. He told me I was different from the rest and he promised me every bit that he had. From his lips he swore he would marry me some day. Our talks were long and meaningful. I learned that at the day before he turned 18, he drifted from Cuba.. so that they would not take him into the military. In Cuba at the age of 18, if you are male, you were going to be in the military dead or alive. It was a last minute thing, his family had no idea he had gone. They swore he was dead, after so many days of not hearing from him. He then phoned his family, and told them what happened. It’s been 12 years now since he’s been back to Cuba. He tells me he has no plans to go back. His mother is more like a pen pal and as for his younger brother. He received a video tape of him and his wife. It’s hard looking at your little brother on film, now a man and married-he tells me. My uncertainty was caught in the middle of all his promises. I have known for a very long time, that I am terrified to make the wrong decisions, whatever that may be. I have never been one to “Just do it”. It is hard for me to picture myself going back on my very own words. I have a dream that has taken over me. As a younger girl I saw myself soon to be married and with kids. After so many of trial and error, I find myself wearing a steal chest. My emotions feel as though are none left. I strive now for a more complicated life to be the leader of the game. To live a somewhat simple life, but at the same time not as simple as the one this guy had promised me. But he has made it to my attention that there are more important things in life. There have been days where I have looked my worst, and still I was beautiful to his eyes. On a somewhat different subject, I see the episodes of home improvements where families spend their money remodeling their kitchens and all. And all this time I have made my own plans to someday have my very own kitchen with Coca Cola fixtures. But I see its not worth it. You see all these people who struggle for their health. It seems like no matter what we do to stay healthy, everyone dies just the same, and it’s unfair. I now see that some things don’t have to be so prefect. At the same time, I look down at myself, when I question myself of why I am driving a new car.. and my only reason to give, is that I want something reliable to travel and see all the concerts.. I wonder if the poor kids get to drive around? I guess I am somewhat of a hypocrite, but I have more to learn-hopefully stuff that will apply to me someday.
I had a friend who even though I was exactly 101 miles away from, we exchanged phone calls, and made every attempt to hang out-and we made it. I knew the day would come though that one of our lives would change, and that one or the other would not need the other. Its been forever since I have spoken to this friend-my only friend left. But you know what…
Artist: Petula Clark Buy Petula Clark's CDDOWNTOWNTony Hatch- as recorded in 1964 by Petula ClarkWhen you're alone and life is making you lonelyYou can always go - downtownWhen you've got worries, all the noise and the hurrySeems to help, I know - downtownJust listen to the music of the traffic in the cityLinger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are prettyHow can you lose?The lights are much brighter thereYou can forget all your troubles, forget all your caresSo go downtown, things'll be great when you'reDowntown - no finer place, for sureDowntown - everything's waiting for youDon't hang around and let your problems surround youThere are movie shows - downtownMaybe you know some little places to go toWhere they never close - downtownJust listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa novaYou'll be dancing with him too before the night is overHappy againThe lights are much brighter thereYou can forget all your troubles, forget all your caresSo go downtown, where all the lights are brightDowntown - waiting for you tonightDowntown - you're gonna be all right now------ instrumental break ------And you may find somebody kind to help and understand youSomeone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand toGuide them alongSo maybe I'll see you thereWe can forget all our troubles, forget all our caresSo go downtown, things'll be great when you'reDowntown - don't wait a minute forDowntown - everything's waiting for youDowntown, downtown, downtown, downtown ...
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So Dashboard is coming into town, are you going or what?
“part of me wants to make music
the other part wishes i knew how to.” -quoted from elsewhere