Yes Sir, Mr. President.

Vote or DIE!!!!! CAN YOU believe it? In a couple of hours we will have [this is a fairly high possibility] a new or old president. In my whole life I have never awaited election day with so much anxiousness. It's like when you're little and you have a field trip the next day and you can't sleep, that's how I'm feeling right now. I'm a senior now so I really have to care, the person who is chosen will have a great impact on the next four years of my life. What if the bastard decides to cut financial aid funding or some crap like that? I would be stuck out of luck.

I'm black so I'm supposed to be a democrat, right? Wrong. I'm not either or. The way I see it, it's just picking between the lesser of two evils (Nadar doesn't count). My grandmother is voting for Kerry because she says, "Bush don't care nothin' 'bout no Niggers. He didn't even want to talk to the NAACP." I tried to point out that a president talking to the NAACP is just a hoax anyway, a play set up to keep the black folk happy, but she won't listen to me. Her philosophy: Pick the one who promises more for blacks. Sigh. I tried.

Then there is my uncle. Good old Junior who is almost 40 and living at home with his momma. He was raving today because he saw a pole on television that said most blacks are going to vote for Bush. O you should have heard him. I was in the bathroom handling my business when I heard him and I didn't know which of us was more full of it. How can he act like a big political analysis when he leaves his room about twice a day. That made me so damn mad I wanted to cuss him out but I didn't. Okay, it might sound like I'm all for Bush, but I'm not, I just feel sorry for the poor guy. Don't ask me why. Maybe it's because he's a Texas boy or this might help you out: I go against everything my people (family) say because I hate for them to be right. Does that help? Actually I don't care if they are right, but I hate their single mindedness about things.

I wish we could get Clinton back. Those were the good ol' days, back when all we had to worry about were stains on dresses and nothing.

I came up with a solution for getting more people to vote: Tale them that they can't anymore. You'll Neva see so many people foaming at the mouth. People who have never even pretended to vote in school will jump up and rally against my YOU CAN'T VOTE bill, I can see an interview now:

Reporter: Billy Bob, why are you against this bill?
Billy Bob: Because I think it ain't right that I can't sit on my ass and not vote.

Well Billy Bob is right though, that's what America's all about: Sitting on your ass if you want to. Maybe that's my problem: I need to learn that assholes have rights, too.

Well now that all of that is out of my system I can finally hit the hay. "Sleep tight, ya morons!" [Chapter 7, pg. 52 of The Catcher in the Rye.]

we ain't got no spirit, no we don'ts. How 'bout y'all?

After four years of high school we finally got the spirit stick and that was only because Friday was !Senior Day!. I kinda wish we wouldn't have won because we were going to walk out if we didn't win. I would have rather seen the looks on everyone else's faces when we walked out than have a stupid piece of wood that I didn't even get to touch.

On the phone as Marlissa G.

XXX

To her mother:
Momma, are you in crockett yet?
No baby I'm not quite there.
Momma, I'm ready to go.
Okay then, just call your daddy.
Okay.
Okay, bye baby.
Bye-Bye.

Marlissa said I messed up at the end b/c "I neva say bye-bye".
Next the Father:

Daddddyyy, I'm Readdddy.
Okay.

They fail for it. No questions asked.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Be proud of me. In the last two nights I have gone to bed before 2. You may not care but I do. Try going through the day on less than 3 hours of sleep and see how you feel.

dommi

XXX

My brother: I know how he feels. We try to love but they push our attempts away, making us feel unable to be loved. Yet we both smile brightly; and laugh with our eyes, all the while hanging our heads low hopeing that someone will notice, but they never do. I always say to people that say thing like "you're stupid" that we recognize each other b/c we both see it in each other. I recognize you brother. Never stop rageing against the dying light. Throw fits, hold grugdes so tight to your heart they bleed, hate, talk back, make others feel your pain, then, when they try to punish you, shed no tears; remember pain doesn't last forever. Make them think that you are crazy, b/c they've made you (and me) that damn way.

RAGE.

church bells ringing

XXX
Church services remind me of a camp site. You have the fire, the word of God coming from the preacher, that spraeds out and warms all the campers of the congregation. But for some that warmth doesn't come to me. I see the warmth's glow spreeding over the faces of the other campers and I brass for it.....wait....wait...wait...
The man in the choir stand feels it, the woman with the ugly hatfeels it, but I feel cold.

BY THE WAY TIMOTHY WON HOMECOMING ALONG WITH NINA N.

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Tell me why I told Nina that I didn't vote for her. I just remember wanting to tell her the truth and as I was walking away from her the realization that I am a dumass hit me. arrrrrrrrrgggggh. She probably hates my in her silent way, but at least that's one less lie on my record.

My computer is working again!!!

YeaH!!!!!!!!!!

diego

c. 4 pm CT.

he's sitting next to me right now as I type these words. I'm trying to hide it but the ass keeps trying to see what I'm writing. I hate his guts. He gets on my damn nerves. If he touches me I swear I will kill him right in front of all of these people. I DON'T CARE. His mere presences makes my skin crawl. But I can't tell him I hate him (just yet) b/c what if I need something from him. But I think he knows, if he doesn't he's an idiot. aarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh I hate you.

* I titled this later.

CHS

C. 8:39 CT.

I'm in Economics class and I'm supposed to be looking up stocks, but that is so damn boring. My computer at home crashed so I'm reduced to using a computer where ever I can find one.

It's homecoming time again and the King and Queen must be selected or life as we know it will cease to exist. The girl to my left Michella is running, my cousin Ashley S. is running, Nina N., and Antrivia P. My "friend" Timothy is running for homecoming King. This is my dilemma, I hate his guts ( well not all of them ) and I don't want him to win, but you know he has been one of my associates for a long time (since junior high) and I don't want to be an evil bitch and step all over his dream for my own sadistic pleasure. I really don't want him to be happy. I want to vote for Josh......

C 5:07 CT. - After School
You know what, maybe I just won't vote at all. That way I won't hurt anyone's feelings since I'm kin to almost all of them.

Why am I after school so late?

1. Coach Parker's dumb ass gave me detention again b/c of Mr. Ganze's dumb ass won't accept notes when ur tardy.
2. I'm a loser
3. I'm supposed to be writing a resume for my college class.
4. I'm a loser
5. We have a Senior Class Meeting at 6:00 pm

*Saying of the day*

If talk is so cheap, why don't we do it more often?

by AE

I have to write something before I go mad with insatiable longing to be in your presence. Who are you that tempt my mind with your forbidden fruit? Who are you period?