Today I cant talk.  So I'm typing!!  I dont feel good, I am very moody, and I have homework to be doin.   But Jami insited that I update.  So here it is. Im updating im updating im updating im updatin im updating im updatin im updating im updating im updatin im updating ok thats all the time we have for today lol. Happy Jami...     Peace and love

    Amanda   

Hi!! Its me again.  How are you all doin?!?!?!?!?!  Well, I am goin gto write a poem for my lil sunbeam.  You ready Steffi?!?!?!?!?!  Okay.  #1 Lil brit, Lil Jam Jar, and Lil Sunbeam,  I wrote this in the 6th grade before I knew any of you so please dont take it badly.  Cause I'm not trying to send a message.  You are all great friends.  Okay here it goes.

Friends

Lord answer my question, why did you put me on the Earth.  All these people here do, is cause me pain and make me hurt.

I shouldn't be here, I'm just a mistake.  Please give me a gun, It's my life I wish to take.

I know your there, and I know you can hear me.  Please help me lord, stop this pain and misery.

What was that?  What did you say?  You want to be my friend, you love me anyways!!

Your there for me through thick and thin.  Thank God I met you, Kiley, Becca, and Kim!

And this is the one that got me into trouble in English class in the 9th grade.  But I was just pissed off at my teacher.  Mrs. Mills is a great teacher.  And your lucky if you get the chance to be in her class.

English Class

I hate this class, it isn't worth my time.  In fact during English, I tune out my mind.

My teacher hates me, and I don't care.  She is just so mean, and she is also unfair.

If she hates us kids, that is her loss.  Oh, I know what I will do, I will tell her boss.

Then he might fire her, and get a new teacher there.  This English teacher will be nice, and she will care.

She won't pick favorites, like Mrs. Mills did.  English will be a lot more fun, and I will understand it then.

I got my way, Mrs. Mills is gone.  But now English is hard, and it isn't very fun.

You doon't know what you have, until it is gone.  Then you will find out, that it was a lot of fun.

I might not like her sometimes, and she might hate me.  But Mrs. Mills is a cool teacher!  If only you had her, you would see!!!!!!

See I think it was a very good poem.  I didnt mean for her to ever see it.  After I got cooled off, I went to throw it away.  And someone *no names*  (Laura Rodregez) had gotten it out of my folder and shown it to her.  I think that if it wasnt for this moment in time.  Mrs. Mills wouldn't hate me.  And I really do like her and kinda wish she wouldn't hate me.  But I guess its too late for that huh.  But, I just want you all to know.  Mrs. Mills is AWSOME!!!!!!!!!   You are a lucky person if you have her in class.  Mrs. Mills you rock.  Peace and love

  Amanda

Okay I took a deformed barbie quiz thing.  And my results are:

You're Gangsta Bitch Barbie.  You're tough and you<br>like it rough, and of course you like to pop a cap in any wiggers ass. LOL

I took a care bear quiz.  My results are:

I took an acholic beverage quiz.  My results are:

I took a "What type of killer are you?"  quiz.  My results are:

You are a maniac killer.
It doesn't matter who they are and what they have or haven't done. You still want to kill them. And for a simple reason only; it's fun. Seeing people in pain is like ecstasy. Maybe you have some sort of mental problems or you are this way because of previous deep scars, only you know. But now you are sadistic and maybe you only like to see a special group of people be in pain (e.g. preps). However you are not the most social person in the bunch and people think you are weird. That bothers you somewhat but atleast you can entertain yourself with daydreaming about killing them. After all, they have no idea what's coming.

Main weapon: Explosives and torture equpiment
Quote: "Insanity: a perfect rational adjustment to an insane world" - R.D. Lang
Facial expression: Wicked smile

Took the what kind of girl are you.  My results are:  (wrong lol)

You're the high fashion trendsetter. You're confident, independent, outgoing, and love attention. You might become a star one day. All the girls like to follow in your foot steps because you're so cool, fashionable, and don't care about anything. You make the rules, never follow. But please be sure not to act bitchy. That could be bad. But keep the attitude. That's what makes you, you.

Okay gotta go will take more later

Hey yall.  I was readin Daniel *a friend of mines* profile on myspace.  Yeah I got that too. Anywayz I found these lil things that are sooo cute.    I hope you like them as much as I did.

1) A firefighter is working outside the station when he notices a little girl in a little red wagon with little ladders on the sides, a garden hose
coiled in the middle, wearing a firefighter's helmet. The wagon is being pulled by her dog and her cat.  The firefighter takes a closer look. "That sure is a nice fire-truck," the fire fighter says with admiration. Thanks," the girl says.  The firefighter notices the girl has tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles. "Little Partner," the firefighter
says, "I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster." The little girl replies thoughtfully, "You're probably right, but...then I wouldn't have a siren.

2) A 6-year-old and a 4-year-old are upstairs in their bedroom. "You know what?" says the 6-year-old. "I think it's about time we start cussing." The 4-year-old nods his head in approval. The 6-year-old continues "When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm gonna say hell" and you say "ass." "OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. Their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old what he wants for breakfast. "Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios." WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear every step. The mom locks him in his room & shouts "You can just stay there till I let you out!" She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4-year-old, and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast young man?" I don't know," he blubbers, "But you can bet your fat ass it won't be cheerios.

3)  Subject: La Computer or El Computer.

 A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine. "House" for instance, is feminine: "la casa." "Pencil," however, is masculine:  "el lapiz." A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?" Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation. The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computer"), because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is impossible to understand for everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible
later retrieval; and

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself
spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

(No chuckling... this gets better!)

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine ("el computer"), because:
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on:

2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves.

 3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time  they ARE the problem; and

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited
a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won.

  I thought those were hilarious.  LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL   Peace and love

  Amanda  

Okay.  Steffie this poem is for you. LOL not really.  But you wanted me to write another one so here it goes. 

Life

Why is life, So hard to get.  All you do, Is put up with people's shit.

It is a tough world, to be living in.  You will lose people, and never see them again.

But as you go along, you will eventually understand.  That you will gain and lose, both old and new friends.

It isn't as hard as it seems, Trust me I would know.  It seems like life just stops, But really it just goes slow.

You grow up and look back, and that is when you see.  Even though it was hard, you should have been all you could be.

It will start to look better, And you might be having a blast.  You will soon wish, you were back in the past.

Being a kid, is the best part.  Because this is when, you have such a big heart.

So be a kid, as long as you can.  Because once you grow up, your not such a big fan.

If your positive, and have a good attitude.  It will all end well, but that is up to you!!!

I still feel like this..  This is the one of the few poems that I have written that i still can relate to you.  Its a great poem just take the time to read it.  I hope you enjoy it.  Peace and love!   

  Amanda