Green Grass?

"The grass is always greener on the other side," they say. I've had a little bit of experience with this lately. I've tried to consider the color of my grass, and I suppose it's a good green. Maybe not Emerald City green but, hey, it's a good granny apple green. So I'm wondering how green this other grass is. I stuck my toes in it, then my whole foot. And you know what happened? My foot ended up in my mouth. Now I'm back on my side of the lawn and enjoying it very much. I plan to stay here for a bit and lay in the sun until some new, greener grass grows around me. I suggest that you consider all parts of the lawn you have. There may be some rough or dull patches, but I'm sure that as a whole, it's a very nice lawn. Take good care of it and make sure to water it everyday. :)

I'm told to be a writer you need to write. This makes sense, yet sometimes it's difficult. Actually, it's difficult most of the time. "Write about anything and everything. Write about your hair follicles." Here goes, Pappie.
Hair follicles-
By definition these are "small cavities in the epidermis and corium of the skin, from which a hair develops." Thank you dictionary.com. An epidermis is "the outer, nonvascular, nonsensitive layer of theskin, covering the true skin or corium." Thanks again, dictionary.com. I'm guessing by this definition that the 'corium' is the true skin. I think this means that our hair comes from these little holes in our skin called follicles. And the top of the follicle is nonsensitive. Hmm. So how does a hair transplant work? I have no idea, and sorry, but I'm not too interested in that topic either. 

This blog's name is teen perspective, so I suppose I should write about something I have a unique perspective on as a teen. Okay, well... umm. College. That's what everyone is talking about these days at school. I just had a meeting with my counselor about it actually. You know what I'm talking about. The counselor's office. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I actually like school and I like making plans and figuring my schtuff out. But just that feeling you get when you cautiously walk into that small room for some one-on-one time. After the first ten minutes you find yourself itching to turn around and look at the clock behind you, but you realize that that would be extremely rude. You resign yourself to nodding every so often. And saying, "uuhmm..." like you're really interested. You tell yourself, "Hey, idiot, this meeting is about your future. You need to actually be mentally present for this. What is that? Is that spinach in his teeth? Groty. Oh, crap I think I just saw a spider crawling over there. And up go the legs. Smile. "Uhhumm". I wonder how long I can hold my feet off the ground. Strong, manly abs. Yess. Ok I give up. Wow, was that five seconds? I need to start working out again. I don't think my Sunday afternoon Pilates class is helping. Maybe I should quit that and join Xtreme Yoga with that hot teacher next door. How old is he anyways? Hmmm... sigh. Alrighty, so four year program. Eh, nope. Two year program? That's more like it. Maybe I can get that done in a year and a half... a year? My Calc grade is an F?! That's not possible. Maybe I should cut down on my daydreaming in that class. What class can I afford to daydream in? Oh, Science has an A. That's a definite possibility. But that's always such a hard class to daydream in. I mean, wafting sulfur towards my nose, that weird kid that keeps trying to light his boogers on fire, and that teacher that always has the sweat stains. So many disgusting stimulants I can't handle trying to daydream. BRIGHT LIGHTS! Agh. Light. Light. Light. Beep. Beep. Beep. Really, a fire drill? Now? I was just in the middle of listening to how smart I am. Eh, I'm brilliant actually. Amazing student, hardworking individual. I'm golden. Who needs these meetings anyways? Probably that stupid kid that burns his boogers. Boogies hehe. That's a funny word. Boogies. I think I need to blow my nose. Yawn, sleepy. Almost done. Yup, I'm done. Off to Calc, the daydreaming class. I love my life." 

And there you have it, the college plans of most high-schoolers. Good luck with that fifteen years from now. :)

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a Damn.

So I haven't used my blog in a really long time. I actually haven't written anything in a long time. Now, sitting here, I wonder if anyone is even going to read this. I mean, every blogger puts a part of themselves out there for the world to see. Yet, realistically, does anyone ever even see it? Why do we review and revise and try to impress the reader? We don't know who our audience might be or who might stumble upon our work. And in the end, do we really care what that person thinks? Every writer secretly wants someone to read what they wrote, find it spectacular, and give a great response. Yet, what really counts with writing is that you put part of your heart into it without caring if someone tramples all over it. That's what makes it good. If you hold back in fear of being criticized, then you aren't giving it your all. You aren't writing. So, to any writer that might read this, please keep writing. Don't let yourself give a damn what people think of it. Just do it.

World Studies Paper

The American First Party was formed in order to conserve the principles stated in the Constitution. It strives to elect officials that will stick to these principles and use morality and common sense to serve the people. Some of it's goals are to protect America's citizens, aid in economic growth using free trade, support faith family, and responsibility in the life of every American, and to judge each race, sex, and culture equally under the law.
The members of the American First Party believe that any abortion is wrong. They believe that every person has a right to life given to them by God. To the members of this party, it doesn't matter what age the baby is. Life begins at conception. And to take away this life is against the law and the principles of our Founding Fathers and the Constitution.
At first glance, it seems that this party is most like Hobbes. The leaders of this party want to make abortion illegal, and therefore, constrict the rights of the mother. But I think that  it's principles are really most like Locke's. The party is trying to preserve one of the natural rights of the child. The right to life. One of Locke's theories was that everyone has natural rights given to them by God. They are the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.    

Tu as un message! Paris edition

Magasinfille- Je vais aller au Paris pour un voyage! Regarde ca! La ville est belle, non?

P.F.152- J'habite a Paris. Peut-etre je vais te voir.

Magasinfille- Oui. Je suis une petite femme. Me chercher. Le premiere jour je vais voir le Louvre a onze heures apres le petit dejeuner a Angelina's. J'adore le grande pyramide et l'art.

P.F.152- Oui, l'art est beau. Je vais aller ausse. Et je suis grand. Je vais etre a L'Auberge de Nicolas Flamel pour le dejeuner.

Magisinfille- Dommage! Je vais manger au L'Ardoise. Puis je vais visiter le catacombes. Apres ca je vais regarder une piece de theatre.

P.F.152- Ou?

Magisinfille- Au National. A huit heures et demie.

P.F.152- Zut. Je regrette, mais je ne peux pas. Je dois diner avec ma famille. Mais j'espere te voir au Louvre ce matin.

Magasinfille- D'accord. Bonne nuit!

Magasinfille- Salut! Pour le deuxieme jour je vais visiter Mont Saint Michel. Parce-que j'adore chateaux. Ils sont tres ancien et interessent. Pour ce jour, je suix blonde.

P.F.152- Je peux faire ca. Je vais amener mon chien, Brinkley.


Magasinfille- Super! Je vais te chercher et ton chien.

P.F.152- Est-ce que tu veux aller au Versilles en le triosieme jour?



Magasinfille- Mais oui! Je vais aller aux jardins. J'espere ils sentir bien.


P.F.152- Je pense que oui. Et j'ai les yeux vert. Me chercher aussi.

Magasinfille- J'ai les yeux bleu. D'abord pour le quatrieme jour, je vais voir Notre Dame. Ensuite je vais manger a La Lutetia. L'apres-midi je vais vendre aux Champs-Elysees. Pour diner je vais visiter L'Auberge de Nicolas Flamel, parce que tu aimes ce restaurant. La soiree je vais voguer dans La Seine dans les moches. Je veux les lumieres voir. Je pense ils sont tres jolis.


P.F.152- Je dois travailler ce jour. Je suis desole.

Magasinfille- De rien. Je vais etre occupe. En le cinquieme jour je vais visiter le Tour Eiffel.

P.F.152- Je vais tu voir la.

Magasinfille- Bien!

Le cinquieme jour ils vont visiter la Tour Eiffel, voguer dans La Seine, et manger au L'Auberge de Nicolas Flamel. Ca va etre un bon jour!

Auberge de Nicolas Flamel - Restaurant Paris 11 - RestoVisio.com

Sullivan

My family and I recently had our dog, Sully, put down. He was an old yellow lab, and the sweetest dog you could ever know. He just got old and thin and really didn't want to keep going. I decided to go to the vet when they gave him the shot, and I don't know if I can give you a good reason why. I like to think it was something like I needed to see the true blessing of life and the reality of death. I think that may have been part of it, but another part was just curiosity. I didn't completely know how this worked, and I guess I wanted to see death before I got there. Sully was old and sometimes he looked really sad just sitting there with his droopy eyes. Sometimes, when I was alone with him and he was sleeping, I would glance down and wait until I saw his chest rise with a breath. It sort of made me laugh when he finally breathed and I thought, "How could I be so silly? Of course he's fine!" But that one time, after they gave him that shot, I sat there and looked at his chest. He looked like he was just sleeping as usual, but he didn't move, he didn't breathe, he didn't wake up and pant back at me like, "I'm old and tired, but I'm holdin' on. Don't worry about me." I wanted the reasurrance of that little breath, the hope that, yeah he's old, but age doesn't matter with him. But it never came...