Man, did that feel good..

We didn't get to do much at Cocoa Beach, but just to get out of the friggn' house felt good. ^_^ I feel refreshed.

Up n' down n' up n' down we go.

Lately, I've just been....I dunno...my grades have gone down, and I suppose that even throughout all my attempts to make everyone not worry about me, I've become somewhat vulnerable. Even more friends are falling from below me, it seems, but I'm glad that the true ones I have right now are still with me. Makes me feel better.....I think I've become tired, but the end of this week, I'm getting a bit of a break. I'm leaving early to go to Coco Beach!! ^_^ YUSH! Maybe this will make me feel better. I hope I can do it! I've got a month and less to....

As for what's been happening to me lately....a few girls decided to pick on me. They've been pulling my hair and bookbag for the last two months..but, you know what? On Mars (I still can't spell the third day of the week, so I call it Mars. XD Yup, I'm special.), when they decided to bang up against the back of my bus seat, I turned around as quick as a flash, scratched one of them on the arms and told both of them off. ~_^ I hope they got the message. I wonder if the scratch drew blood....<3>
Now in American History, we're studying the Civil Rights Movement. Listen to me: I'm not exactly "proud" to be African-American in this generation, but you know what? I am. Nothing I can do about it. I don't shout it to the highest hilltops ALL the time, though...'cos I don't want to hear myself go into a monotone, and no one else does, either. But, Mars.....we saw authentic clips of fellow AFs as they were fighting segregation's "hands", the dogs and the fire hoses. When a segment was shown of one man going down from a waterblast. Okay, check this out: The people closest to the video projector-thingy, which is right near where the class racist, Tyler...they were sitting, and they were laughing at HIM! So, in my reply, I snapped a they who found it amusing: "Why are you guys laughing?".....No one else dared utter a word. The only two AFs in there, two guys who were right next to him, they disturbed me. Why? Umm.....that's someone on OUR side that helped us win the battle that just went down. Did you guys know that at 100 PSI, it can cut off feet? I talked to my teacher about it. She's only 26 years old, and she felt ashamed, perhaps doubly, since she also teaches Afro-American Studies. I went to lunch, and I dicussed the matter with Armando, Jenna, and Mark. I could hardly hear anything over the talking, but what I did hear was that they'd laugh at the action, too. I explained the circumstances, but I guess no one could hear me over the talking. So, what I did was I said,"Never mind," and left the table before I lost my temper. I'm not asking them to understand. THEY CAN'T, and they won't even try. They were all born in the 90's, every one of them. Maybe if they were part...or something like that, but it seems...I can't talk to them like I want to anymore. *sigh* I hate the people in high school. Maybe I'm being a drama queen again...but please understand where I'm coming from. I'll ask them about their behavior tomorrow when I get to school if I'm still there....
Today was Take Your Son/Daughter To Work Day, and I went with my step-mere to a correctional facility. It was awesome! I got to snack on free Godfather's Pizza, make a plant with a pot for Mom, and I got a little certificate of appreciation, so now I have an excuse for today's absense. X3 We also got to have a water gun fight. That was the best part of the day! And we got to see an officer get EID-ed and he made a fire!! *o* Ooooooooooooooooh!!!
All in all, it's "okay"....I'm still waiting for my letter from Lupa!!! ;_; I miss him; I'm lonely. ^^; XD

*sigh*

A lot of the friends I used to think were close are dropping like flies around me, leaving those that seem to barely tolerate me, save for Jeanette, whom I treasure above all else. I can talk to her without a problem....but is it too much to ask for just a couple more that I can actually spend time with? I mean, it's not like I'm trying to push her away..I just want to be around more people....maybe I'm just that annoying? Maybe I really shouldn't say anything to anyone at school for that matter, and see how they react. I've tried this with Ellie and Ilea. For two weeks, they did not respond. And I did that in Sophomore year. I guess that tells me where my loyalties lay...
Maybe I really am that annoying in person, which is why people gravitate towards me online....ain't that sad? I'm like a broken member of American Society......as much as I love it, there are a lot of things I hate about America....and that's the truth...I'll tell it in my next post...
I finally replied to Lupa's snail-mail letter. =\ Ever since he left, I've felt so restless, even though we didn't spend that much time with each other. I feel horrible, though, since he was, like, next door to my aunt's house.....I miss him very much. I wonder what he's doing there, and if he's happy. ^^;
Anyway, I promised the rest of the story in my next post, so here goes nothing...


The boy left again, and the tree felt lonely. She had no leaves to keep her warm, no fruit to attract anyone near, no branches to stand proud and tall. Though the snow and birds and bugs were her closest companions, they did not talk to her, either.
But the boy came back to the tree,you see, and he said,"Giving tree, I am no longer the robust man I used to be, but a saddened husk of what I once was. I am an old man, and life has been so cruel to me." "I'm sorry, little boy," she replied in a hushed whisper, for her strength had waned while he had been gone. "But I have no shade for you to sit under, no oranges for you to sell, no branches for you to build a house from. I am a tree stump now.." At this, she felt terrible. What would he do now? What would he say?
"That's all right, giving tree. All I need now is a good place to sit, rest, and think." "Well, that's what a tree stump is good for..."
So the boy sat on the tree stump, and they talked and talked. Rumors had spread of a storyteller in the countrysides from miles and miles around. The children and the adults came by multitudes. They talked to the boy, and they talked to the tree.
The tree was happy, and the boy was happy.


The End~

When we was kids.....

Remember all those good shows we used to see, like Alegra's Window, and Gullah Gullah Island? And the GOOD Blue's Clues??? Man, I caught myself singing the Gullah Gullah Island theme song. X3 That show was THA SHIZNIT, mon amis!!! Yo, holla at'cha girl if you know some shows I didn't mention!!

Also, in the next post, I'll continue the retelling, okies?


Also, a friend of mine on Gaia, Klingeth...she drew the first anime/video game guy I EVER fell in love with! Here he is at the side. He came from Battle Arena Toshinden: Ultimate Revenge Attack, and his name is Ripper, and you can't have him. Why?
THIS DUDE ISH MINE!! SO BACK OFF, HOMZIES!! You mess wif dis guy, you get run over by my wheels.

That bad, huh?

No comments? Well, okay. I won't do anything else.

The Giving Tree: As Retold By Miqa

Once in my childhood, I came across a story written by one of my favorite authors, Shel Silverstein. He wrote the story "The Giving Tree", and it's about a tree that gives to this boy from start to finish in his life unconditionally. So, I thought, "I love the story so much, I'll retell it to you guys!" This is my attempt to bring back something I really treasure just for you guys. please do not steal my words.

The Giving Tree: As Retold By Miqa

Once upon a long, long time ago, there was a boy. Upon this time, also, was a tree.

Not just any tree, mind you, but a giving tree whose seed was planted far away from her friends. She had no one to talk to but the boy.

And this giving tree loved the little boy.
He'd play around the tree until he had to go back to his home.
He'd climb up to the highest branches to see what he could see.
He's swing from branch to branch, and pretend he was a monkey.

One heat wave during the summer, the little boy asked the tree,"It's so hot, giving tree!" "Well," the tree began, " Well, I do not have air conditioning, but I have enough leaves that you may sit under as shade, if you'd like." "Thank you, giving tree." With that, the boy took the tree's offer.
The boy was happy, and the tree was happy.

He began to grow, you see, as all living things do; while doing this, he moved away from the tree a bit. The tree felt lonely, for she could not talk to anyone. Though the breeze, and rain were her companions, they did not talk to her, either.
He came back to the tree one day, saying to it: "I saw something that I wanted when I went to the store with my mother, but I didn't have any money to get it. Will you give me some money, giving tree?" "Well, I cannot give you money, but I have oranges, twigs and leaves, but if you'd like, you may take my oranges and sell them in your town." "Thank you, giving tree." The boy then climbed up and gathered as many as he could. he took them to market, and he made a pretty penny from them.
The boy was happy, and the tree was happy.

The boy left again, and the tree felt lonely. Though the ants and the ground were her closest companions, they did not talk to her, either.

The boy came back, and this time, he said to the tree: "I'm a man now, but I need a shelter, a place to call my very own. Giving tree, can you give these things to me?" "Well, I cannot give you a house, for I am stuck firmly to this ground; but I can give you my branches to make your house, if you'd like." So the boy took the branches and made himself a house.
The boy was happy, and the tree was happy.

Sadly, it's not done. I'll leave it at that so you can sample it. ~_^

Maybe I shouldn't even scratch my hair...

Hey. Well, I was looking at my braided hair, and it looked too nappy, so I decided to take it down. Mom threw a gasket; everyone said my hair looked just fine. So, after washing it, I decided to put a hot comb through it, which was the first time. Everyone said I'd burn the house down or burn myself that wasn't my brother. I decided to prove them wrong. It's kinda almost done, but no one seems to be proud of the fact I took initiative to actually take care of myself. I won't style my hair after more I get it braided again; I don't want my head chewed off, and my pride hacked down..