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Summer

Summer is a time for joy and fun

 But the days go by so fast

The warm breeze blows under the hot sun

Lifting our spirits while we try to make it last

Summer marks the end of school days

And we say hello to something better

While we make memories, each in our own ways

That we will hold on to like a favorite sweater

 Now summer is near its end

Towards the new school year we start to work

While we wait for summer again

Because around the corner autumn lurks

So farewell summer, we wait for your return

But we can daydream of you while we learn

I WIN!

Ok, so I was wondering if it is bad luck to almost run into a bad omen twice in a 15 second period? Just curious...just did...
On the other hand, I just wanna say that i beat the most ambitious person that i cant stand on a final test. majorly! ha I WIN! ok, that may sound shallow of me, but if you knew, you would underestand. :)
on the other hand, I really wanna get outta here!

Laugh much

So, ever read the road? or seen the movie? yea, well i made a much more exciting parody of it. ENJOY! 

The Lane

A Parody

Part I:

The man and the boy

     The man and the boy walked on the lane. They walked, and walked, and walked. Always walking.

They carried with them only a picnic basket.

     In this basket, they had four plastic bags to tie around their feet, a package of rope, a rusty pair of kitchen scissors, and their prized and beloved can of mangoes.

     Walking on the Lane, they understood only one thing. Never eat the mangoes.

     They walked among the ghost towns of the abandoned Coast. Their destination was the North, where there were laws preventing others from stealing another person’s mangoes. (They had a high respect for mangoes in the North, you see.) Along the way, they constantly looked for ways to protect the mangoes. Often, they would have to fend off people and animals who tried to steal their highly coveted mangoes.

     On one such occasion, things got severe. As they were walking, they found an abandoned barn. The man thought this was a great place to protect the mangoes for a while while they rested, for every few minutes, the boy had a new complaint. So they went inside. 

     The man looked around. There was a noise from behind a hay bale.

     “What was that?” the boy whimpered, “Maybe we should leave!”         “ We have to find a place to protect the food.”

     “Ok.”

     “Ok.”

     The man looked behind the bale and could not believe what he saw.

     Behind the bale lay  a ferocious looking German Sheppard. It let out a guttural snarl.

     “Oh! Can we keep it? Please!” the boy was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

     Before the man could say no, the dog stopped snarling and wagged its tale playfully.

     “Ah! Man eating dog!” the man and boy both let out effeminate squeals of terror as they ran frantically towards the door. They slammed the doors and bolted it shut.

     They ran until they were once again on the lane. The man stopped to check their progress. They kept walking. The man just knew that they were mere days from starvation. As they came across a mound, the man thought he felt something crunch underneath his foot.

     It was a bag of cheetos. The man picked it up. He gave it to

 the boy to eat. They kept walking.

     After night had fallen, they had stopped to sleep. As they lay there, the boy cried.

     “I’m really hungry. I’m cold. I wish I was with my mother,” the boy sulked the long string of complaints.

     The dad sighed. The boy did this frequently. He tried to quiet the boy, but he wasn’t having it. The boy stood up, stomped his foot, and demanded to know why they were suffering. The man had no answer.

     Some time later, they were walking yet again, they saw a shadow in the distance. They cautiously crept closer. They realized it was a man.

     “Give me all yo food! I said ‘Give. Me. All. Yo. Food’” the stranger demanded.

     “B-b-b-but we aren’t supposed to eat the food” the boy stuttered.

     “Now!” the stranger hissed. He raised his hands and reached towards them. He morphed into a creature that was more demon than man. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dagger.

     Dude, the man drawled, you look like that rosta guy from Twilight!

     The stranger gave him a quizzical look.

     Whoa! You’re right! the boy gasped. Can we help him? Can we keep him? he begged.

     Then the man asked for his autograph.

     The stranger turned and ran.

Part II:
Ms.
Gertrude
Dubois 

     Ms Gertrude Dubois was the neighborhood busybody. If anyone ever knew anything about anyone, it was Ms Gertrude. Her favorite pastimes consisted of watching the innocent residents of Grey Lane walk by on the street through her front window and diagnose them with an array of psychological disorders (she was a psychologist in her much younger years).

     As she was people watching one day, she saw the man and the boy walking down Grey Lane. They appeared to be talking and pointing. Curious, Ms Gertrude looked up the street. There was nothing.

     “Well I declare!” Ms Gertrude exclaimed. She looked back at the man and the boy. She wondered what was the matter with them. Then it hit her.

     “Why they might be schizophrenic! I gotta do something! I gotta call somebody!” She picked up the phone. “The FBI? No. The CIA? No, that’s not it. Ms Crawford? The mayor? Betty White? No, no, those won’t do either. Think, Gertrude.” She tapped her foot and thought some more. “I got it!” She dialed a familiar number.

“Hello, GLPD? Yes, this is Gertrude. I have an emergency!” she paused, “No, the spook isn’t back. Yes, I do. I’m telling you I heard a noise in my attic. No, Mrs. Cartwright isn’t baking another poisonous omelet for Mr. Cartwright. Hey, there was something highly suspect about that ingredient. Yes, this is an emergency! I’d like to report two schizophrenic males walking down the lane. They’re menaces to society. I am not schizophrenic! Why I never-” she broke off. “Well good day to you officer. “ She slammed the phone down. 

“Well if they aren’t going to do something about it, then I will.”

Ms. Gertrude opened the door and walked to confront the two schizophrenics.

She soon stood in front of them. “Why you ought to be ashamed of yourselves!” she wagged her bony finger at them.

“Cannibal!” they screamed in unison, running for what they believed was their lives.

“Why I ain’t no disgustin’ man eater! Get back here you good for nothing looney bums!” she grabbed the hems of her skirt and chased after them. When she nearly caught them, she delivered a big whack to the man’s head with her walking stick.

      “And you’re calling us crazy.” the man said in disbelief.

     “Why does everyone always think I’m crazy?” Ms Gertrude muttered.

     Despite the injury, both he and the boy managed to keep running and escape Ms Gertrude. As they were fleeing, the picnic basket that they had managed to keep fumbled from the man’s hands. Their precious can of mangoes fell out. Gertrude continued to, as she would say, “run them plum clean out of Grey Lane.”

     It was as they were almost out of Ms Gertrude’s sight that she noticed the fallen goods. She picked it up.

She ate the mangoes. The boy’s cry of despair as he looked back towards the tragedy was carried by the breeze that whispered through the lane.

ITS A FREAKING TRAVESTY!!!!!

What do i want right now?? an ear piercing.

Right here v

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 I also reallly wanna go to the Carolina Rebellion concert. Thats the place to be for this Carolina-born rebel :) 

Carolina Rebellion; May 7th!! SOLD OUT!

 Check This Out!! 

AKA THE BEST LINEUP EVER!!

GODSMACK AND AVENGED SEVENFOLD!! MY OH MY! Looks so good I might die! Id go just for Godsmack! cause they are ah-mazing!! all theyre missing is Papa Roach cause Jacoby Shaddix is HOT! 

All of my favorite bands.  Being rebels in my own birth state.  AND IM NOT GOING??? WHAT THE HECK!!!!  I may go and cry for a while. 

Im Baaaaccckk!!! (with friendly advice)

Well sorry for the loooonnnnnnnggggg break. Things have been uber crazy lately! But I digress.
All I want to say today is whats on my mind: I have found the key to happiness!! People need to think about what they say and how they say it  before they actually say it. Because apparently thats a lost art. People also need to learn how to respect other peoples opinions. Yes, even if they are different from yours (*gasp*). Because at least theyre different. Oh, and stay original and stick to your own ideas. And don't tell people you feel one way and act totally different. Follow these directions to make the world a better place!
                                 From the land of the cheerfully estatic, the seals, and monkeys,
                                           Yours Truly :)
                                            The Crusader

Lyrics of the day

Running in place
Feeling like you're losing your faith
Feeling like you're fading away
Without a voice to break the chain
Don't you get played
Don't you let them hand you your fate
Don't you know the world is your stage
So what you got to say

Let me hear you sound off
Let them know how you feel
If the anger inside is real
Long before the bridges are burned
The powers to be are going to hear your words
Have you been heard
Have you been walking around this world misunderstood
Have you been heard
You got to take back what you know is yours
Let me hear you sound off

Searching for truth
You know when someone's lying to you
We all know how it feels to be used
Do they take us all for fools
They break their own rules
The hypocrites are leading us through
Do what they say and not as they do
Or do we have a right to choose

Let me hear you sound off
Let them know how you feel
If the anger inside is real
Long before the bridges are burned
The powers to be are going to hear your words
Have you been heard
Have you been walking around this world misunderstood
Have you been heard
You got to take back what you know is yours
Let me hear you sound off

I hope you get the message loud and clear
We will never disappear
We will ask the questions you fear
Its the only thing you'll hear

Sound off
Let them know how you feel
If the anger inside is real
Long before the bridges are burned
The powers to be are going to hear your words
Have you been heard
Have you been walking around this world misunderstood
Have you been heard
You got to take back what you know is yours
Let me hear you sound off