This is my mind at 1:05. My mind could wander on for miles if I let it. Instead it travles through the years of my life. Speeding off into other realms that 'used to be'. Used to be me and little bits of me that have seemed to have been pulled from my past midnight file cabinet.
Theres nothing better then chilling outside with your friends and sucking on a popsicle. Finding the perfect hide and go seek spot, making leaf sandwiches while playing house, and shouting TAG YOUR IT then running off laughing.
I'm sitting next to her, my girlfriend Myranda, with the doctor examaning her leg. At age two she had been ran over by a riding lawn mower and from there her life was changed forever.
Last monday I went to Baker University where I was told that " You, Mariah, are an investment". An investment? What happened to actually being a person. All colleges are concerned about is if you are worth having at the school. Makes sence, not complaining, but wheather or not the person drops out they still recieve tuition for that sememster or however long they stayed there.
WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?!?!?! A teen hired a hitman to kill his parents. 1. What did he want from them. 2. Why would anyone think of that. and 3. He had to have some major gutts to just be able to go through with it. Everyone has issues wth their parents but to actually try and 'take care of it' is just rediculous.
Something I've always struggled with is understanding why people get treated differently because of their physical condition. My girlfriend has a prosthetic leg. When she was 2 years old she was in a bad lawn mower accident (no joke). One thing I have honestly never even thought about was the fact that she had a prosthetic leg.
As I was walking to my 5th hour class I managed to catch a glance at 2 boys walking by me. They had long hair down the middle of their back, saggy jinco jeans, and flannel, long sleaved shirts on. I had to stop and ask myself... are we going backward in time?
I dont know about you but I would like to see more recycling and more people upbeat about helping our earth. Every wednesday morning our reclycling man pulls up in his big, green, roaring truck (which I honestly think is putting out more pollution then a truck that represents a clean earth should) and comes and picks up our recycling bins.
