So, I have a health project that I have to do, due June 7. Of course I'm going to choose alcohol, since I feel it is such a problem in America's youth. It's actually a real disappointment for me to see these kids doing stupid things that they don't need to be doing, and I just want to shake them. I want to ask them, "What's your problem? Are you trying to kill yourself?" And of course you know that if I say that, I'll have no friends. But it really sucks, you know? Because you might hear of the things your friends do, and you want to help them, and by trying to help them you lose them. It's a vicious cycle. And then one day it happens--your friend gets into a car accident due to, you guessed it, drunk driving. Then you remember your friend at their funeral, and how you could have helped them but didn't, or you tried to and they shoved you away. And I bet there are people, teenagers, that could read this and are rolling their eyes, always thinking that it could never happen to them. Well, you're wrong. And being wrong in this case can get you something else.
Dead.
So my story for my project is going to be one that raises awareness, even if I get laughed at and rejected. Because what kind of friend would I be if I let a friend drink and then drive? A pretty poor one, that's what. I want to help. Some kids drink because they think their lives suck. Please! Before I began writing this, I read an entry from a man named Jason Torreano. He volunteered to go to Africa for, I believe, three months, and he described the things those kids go through. They have no food, no money, no shelter, sometimes no family. And America's teens think THEIR lives suck? I scoff at those who use that excuse to do something that is brainless. Face it--if you need to drink underage when you're fifteen, sixteen years old, get out. Get out of everyone's life, because you are useless. Did you know that kids who begin to drink underage (thirteen, fourteen, fifteen years old) are four times more likely to be alcoholics when they grow up than children that don't? Guess what that statistic says?
It says you're in big trouble.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Sabres vs. Senators
Last night Sabres game. Booo.
All right, I have to admit that the Senators do play well, and any Senators fan could and should agree with me that the goal by Briere with 5.7 seconds left in the third period when we were down by one was pretty damn amazing. It kind of makes me angry though that we fought to get that goal and then we lost. I stayed up until 11:50 to watch that, and then we lost! We lasted through the whole game, first OT, and a little bit of second OT to lose! DAMN YOU SENATORS! They lead 2-0 in the series. We have to step it up, or else we are in serious trouble.
And that goal that we got in the first period! We definitely should have gotten that, but the dumbass refs had to be stupid. I mean, think about it. If he was really trying to hit it in with his hand, why not move only that hand? But he moved his whole entire upper body, meaning that he was going to try to go hit it with his stick, and he accidentally hit it in! DAMN REFS! If that goal had counted, we would have won (probably). But no, they've got it out for the Sabres. Yeah, that game wasn't bias or anything.
We better kick ass on Monday...or else.
**Practices pimp slap**
All right, I have to admit that the Senators do play well, and any Senators fan could and should agree with me that the goal by Briere with 5.7 seconds left in the third period when we were down by one was pretty damn amazing. It kind of makes me angry though that we fought to get that goal and then we lost. I stayed up until 11:50 to watch that, and then we lost! We lasted through the whole game, first OT, and a little bit of second OT to lose! DAMN YOU SENATORS! They lead 2-0 in the series. We have to step it up, or else we are in serious trouble.
And that goal that we got in the first period! We definitely should have gotten that, but the dumbass refs had to be stupid. I mean, think about it. If he was really trying to hit it in with his hand, why not move only that hand? But he moved his whole entire upper body, meaning that he was going to try to go hit it with his stick, and he accidentally hit it in! DAMN REFS! If that goal had counted, we would have won (probably). But no, they've got it out for the Sabres. Yeah, that game wasn't bias or anything.
We better kick ass on Monday...or else.
**Practices pimp slap**
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Hello, bad day.
So my day has pretty much sucked so far. Let me explain.
First, I can't see my boyfriend because his dad needs to, oh DIE. And I miss the kid like mad. Not fair, at all. So I virtually have nothing to do for the rest of the day, except watch the hockey game tonight at eight (go Sabres). But I really wish Jeremy (my boyfriend) could come over, because my mom is a whorebag and needs someone to push her off a cliff. I shall volunteer. And while I can understand the fact that his dad wants to take something away from him, take something away that causes the problem, not some random person.
Next. Last night SUCKED. I wanted to have fun. Ok, the soccer thing was fun, because boys being dumbasses and having us girls laugh at them is fun. But back at Andy's house? Zzzz. I could have walked home and no one would have noticed. If you're going to invite people over to your house, can you at least give them something to do? And while I'm on that, aren't your parents supposed to be home? Don't tell me that your parents are supposed to be home, and then they leave like five minutes after we get there. That just doesn't happen for me. And while I like hanging out with my friends, don't ignore me the minute you happen to find something more entertaining. And Jess, not talking about you here, because you totally did not ignore me, you were really nice and I thank you. But for everyone else, don't ask me what the fuck is wrong if I'm sitting on the floor with my arms looped around my knees. Please.
So instead of staying there for another hour and dying of boredom I left. Thank you Caleb and Jess for walking me home. I don't mean to be rude, and I'm not trying to be. I just wanted to speak my mind, and I hope you don't get offended.
And come on. What does it say under the title of my blogsite? THAT I SPEAK MY MIND. Not in so many words, but you get the point.
Toodles.
First, I can't see my boyfriend because his dad needs to, oh DIE. And I miss the kid like mad. Not fair, at all. So I virtually have nothing to do for the rest of the day, except watch the hockey game tonight at eight (go Sabres). But I really wish Jeremy (my boyfriend) could come over, because my mom is a whorebag and needs someone to push her off a cliff. I shall volunteer. And while I can understand the fact that his dad wants to take something away from him, take something away that causes the problem, not some random person.
Next. Last night SUCKED. I wanted to have fun. Ok, the soccer thing was fun, because boys being dumbasses and having us girls laugh at them is fun. But back at Andy's house? Zzzz. I could have walked home and no one would have noticed. If you're going to invite people over to your house, can you at least give them something to do? And while I'm on that, aren't your parents supposed to be home? Don't tell me that your parents are supposed to be home, and then they leave like five minutes after we get there. That just doesn't happen for me. And while I like hanging out with my friends, don't ignore me the minute you happen to find something more entertaining. And Jess, not talking about you here, because you totally did not ignore me, you were really nice and I thank you. But for everyone else, don't ask me what the fuck is wrong if I'm sitting on the floor with my arms looped around my knees. Please.
So instead of staying there for another hour and dying of boredom I left. Thank you Caleb and Jess for walking me home. I don't mean to be rude, and I'm not trying to be. I just wanted to speak my mind, and I hope you don't get offended.
And come on. What does it say under the title of my blogsite? THAT I SPEAK MY MIND. Not in so many words, but you get the point.
Toodles.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
New Music/ AP Exam
I've got a little story to tell to y'all.
About the past week I've been having these crazy dreams about jazz. Nothing too outrageous, just me playing a few toons on the piano (although that's weird since i can't really play the piano). Then I was watching television the other night and I saw this commercial for this jazz singer called Michael Buble. I've always loved the sound of jazz music--it's very soulful and graceful. Anyway, I wrote down his name, and I swear I've found my favorite singer ever. He's very good, much better than Frank Sinatra. If you love jazz, you gotta check this dude out!
So now that I've shared that, I have to say I'm a little nervous for the AP exam. I'm sure I'll do okay, but still. I don't want to get a 3. I want to shoot for a 4. 3 is so average, and I don't want average dammit. So yeah, I've been studying like crazy this weekend, trying to cram everything like i should've been doing weeks ago. But oh well. Nothing I can do about that now.
Until next time :D
--Amber
About the past week I've been having these crazy dreams about jazz. Nothing too outrageous, just me playing a few toons on the piano (although that's weird since i can't really play the piano). Then I was watching television the other night and I saw this commercial for this jazz singer called Michael Buble. I've always loved the sound of jazz music--it's very soulful and graceful. Anyway, I wrote down his name, and I swear I've found my favorite singer ever. He's very good, much better than Frank Sinatra. If you love jazz, you gotta check this dude out!
So now that I've shared that, I have to say I'm a little nervous for the AP exam. I'm sure I'll do okay, but still. I don't want to get a 3. I want to shoot for a 4. 3 is so average, and I don't want average dammit. So yeah, I've been studying like crazy this weekend, trying to cram everything like i should've been doing weeks ago. But oh well. Nothing I can do about that now.
Until next time :D
--Amber
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