Lately.

I was right about yesterday being a long day.
But I can already tell today is going to be longer.
Let me tell you about last night.
I left school around 3:00 after GSA ended.
Walked over to Fairgrounds to catch the bus.
Long walk, with a lot of stuff in my bag.
Just barely made it to the bus stop before the bus got there.
I get on the bus, and start heading over to Dan's.
I call him when I'm at the park, and he's on the bus going downtown.
Now, I knew he was going downtown, but I thought he had already done what he needed to do.
Whatever, I'll just go to McDonalds and read.
GirlBomb is a good book, just so you know.
He calls me back, and tells me that he still has to wait another 40 minutes for the next bus. *Which didn't make any sence, because they come every half hour.*
He tells me to go back to his dads house and maybe take a nap, or something.
Fine. Creeper.
I'd rather not go into someone elses house while they aren't there.
But, I do anyways.
Against my will.
So, I go in, say hi to Panda, Mim, and Doc, and go lay down.
Waiting.
Afraid his dad is going to come home unexpected.
Even though he and Nick were both in New York.
Still, scared out of my mind.
Eventually, he gets home.
Later on in the night, he decides to make pasta.
Yum. (:
I don't know what happened, exactly, but a comment was made, and it made me feel like crap.
Again.
Still.
Then again in the shower.
He made me feel like crap for doing something.
I just, keep messing up.
And again today.
Jon gave his pants to Meccah, and he asked me to get them.
I did.
I was supposed to bring them in today.
I swore that I did.
i know I put them in my bag.
In fact, I didn't take them out.
They just, weren't there.
*Damnit.*
Walking down the hall, I relize, I forgot my marching band music, just in case we had to play some today.
I told myself that I wouldn't forget it.
I couldn't aford to forget it.
But I did.
Also, this AB scheduale keeps messing me up.
I went 1 1/2 years without messing it up.
But yesterday, I did.
I walked into the band room, almost got my Tuba out, then Dan came in, and told me it was a B day.
Meaning it's not a band day.
Come on.
Give me a break, life.

Plus, while we were showering last night to try to wake ourselves up, apparently Dan heard that I was pregnant.
I'm not. No way am I pregnant.
But when he said it, he had an exited look on his face.
Not like ".... You're... pregnant? D:"
But "You're pregnant?! :D"
No.
I'm not.
And I don't want to be.
No way.
No how.

P.S.
I'm not having sex for a while.
Just so I can get my thoughts straight.
If Dan wants to, he can go right ahead.
If he has an opertunity to be with some other girl, I'm not going to hold him back.
Lately it doesn't even seem as if he likes me anyways.
Whatever.

*sigh*

Next up, dear body.

Oh.

I can feel a long day coming on.
We've been in this class for a half hour, and the assignment is already finished.
So I have another hour to kill.
So, I wrote my opinion article for our journalism assignment.
Well, finished it.
It's not all that great.
But still, it's finished.
Next block we have to finish our website, which pretty much just means
sending me our groups articles, and placing the where they need to go.
Simple enough.
As long as everyone did their 2-3 articles.
Otherwise....
Not so easy.
I might even write another article.
Of course, I was given my faorite section: opinion.
Easiest to write.
At least i think so.
I just need to find another topic.
Maybe.... teen pregnancy?
No.
Heck, I'm sure I'll figure something out.

Yesterday was an interesting day.
Woke up, went downstairs to cook breakfast because Dad is letting me go to New York with Dan and his family.
I started cooking the soy bacon.
After a while I needed to turn the heat down on the stove.
I reach over the pan just as it sizzles all over my arm.
I now have 3 burn marks on my arm.
Excellent.
Then dad comes down yelling that he woke up beacuse of the bacon smell.
You're welcome for breakfast. Yeah, anytime.
Then, I shower and get dressed, and go to the store to pick up a paper.
Yay.
After said event, I watch some tv and read a little bit.
Then Dan calls and tells me we should hang out.
We do.
We nap for a few hours.
Great nap.
We had an amazing dinner.
Turkey and mashed potatos and stuffing and everything.
All right. Turkey.
Not so great.
But, I had a heapings of mash potatos and brocoli.

Mh. (:

And pie.

Mh.

So then I brought some home with me for my dad.

He complains that it's not warm/

Bah.

Can't do anythin right anymore.

Geez.

But, today, is GSA.

Yay.

I get to yell at gay kids.

After GSA I am going with Dan downtown to scheduale driing hours.

After that, (hopefully we will take the bus) we will probubly go to his dads house for some crazy planned sex.

Yay. (:

Have a great day.

-Spencer.

Some news. Thanks for helping. Journalism.

Writers block has kept me from writing anything for several days.
I apologize.
Let's talk about what's going on in the news, our -well, my- opininon on it.
On CNN.com, there is an article about Semenya, the runner who was the subject of a gender debate *wheather she was male or feamale*.
(She/he/let's just call Semenya 'the runner'.)
The runner gets to keep her gold metal for the 800-meter run in a female race.
Her masculine body made people think she wasn't actually a she, and had won in an unfair race.
Only in America.

Horoscopes have fascinated me lately.
Mine always seem to be true, on shine.yahoo.com.
I don't know how it works.
But it always seems to.


Personal part comes now.
This past week I've been pretty upset.
At my own thoughts. you know. Girls think about too much in depth. Too much.
Usually our thoughts are wrong. Blah blah blah.
So, I was upset at my own thoughts, and couldn't shake them.
When you're feeling down, and just need someone to help you, there are always people to go to.
I now relize who those people are.
Caroline gave me the biggest hig, which really helped. Hugs can always help.
The magic of ones body always surprises me.
Mr. Greene put on a puppet show for me.
Which made me feel really good.
It was actually pretty funny, too.
He took two book- the book I had been reading and a dictionary- and put them on my computer.
He proceeded to make them talk in redicoulous voices.
The dictionary needs a lower voice.
Mh.
That really left an impression on me.
Thank you Mr. Greene, and Caroline, for all your help.
I could go on for hours thanking you guys, but I really don't have the time.

Today I need to get Mr. Greene's recorder, and take interiews, which I'm looking forward to.
Why do teens use and abuse alcohol/drugs?
It's completely unecessary.
And I get to write my opinion on it.
Yesssss. No need to write an unbiased article.
I can be as harsh and as true to myself as possible.
Yesssss.
I love opinion sections.
Plus, I get to finish my NaNoWriMo opinion article today.
Yessss.
I really like when Greene criticizes my work.
It has really really helped me get better in journalism.
I love everything about journalism.
The reserching.
The finding new things out before anyone else does.
Heck, I never sleep anyways.
I could do this.
I would love to be an interviewer.
Mh.
I love interviews.
I love articles.
I love news.
Greatest class of the day?
Journalism.
Yes.
Mh.


Have a great day.
-Spencer.

Letter to the Century. Vegetaranism, as well.

Dear Twentyfirst century:
How are you?
Good?
You liar.
Let's talk about your faults.
now, I'm not trying to knock you down and feel bad about yourself,
I'm trying to help you out with how to be better.
How to not suck.

First:
Get rid of these things, for these reasons:
-Hannah Montana. Her voice is shirl. Her lyrics are poorly written. Etc.
-Twilight. Including all the little fan girls. It is a porrly written book about sparkly, stalker vampire creap.
-Jonas Brothers. Poor lyrics. Poor sound. When asked what they like about the Jonas Brothers, most girls would say something along the lines of 'they're attractive'. That's.
-To add to that: These prissy, stereotypical teenage girls. Mostly in this high school. Each year the Freshman class gets, dare I say, sluttier and sluttier. More boobs and more ass show each year. And that's "the fashion". No. That's bull. Every day I hear at least one shril, high pitched girl voice, trying to get a boys attention.
Nobody wants to listen to your high pitched 'LOOK AT ME' voice. Shut up.
-The guys who wear their pants around their ankles. With a belt, usually. Doesn't make any sence to me. The other day, I actually saw a guy with the waist of his jeans at his shins. Mid-shin. He has a belt, which obviously wasn't serving it's purpose. I could see all of his boxers (dark green with a white line going down periodically) and the back of his knees. He didn't seem to mind. he walked pass many teachers, and nobody said anything, until i told him to pull his damn pants up. He raised them up just enough to reach the back f his knees.
Now, I remember the first time I saw Dan change. He accidently popped out, and was incredibly embarassed. I know that most guys don't like being exposed. So, what would have happened if this would have happened to him? Indecent exposure. Thank you.
-A man a while back swalled a Wendy's plastic untensil that was apparently in his food. He swallowed so much of it, that they could read the word "Fashioned" and most of the word "Hamburgers" on it. Everyone was point at the fast food place for not being careful about what was being put in- accidentally or not- their food.
My finger points at the man. Who SWALLOWED WHOLE enough of a spoon to be able to read parts of it. He was obviously eating (or drinking. It was two years ago) way too fast to notice that he swallowed part of a plastic utensil.

Animals. Let's talk about animals.
Zoos, Circus', pet stores, etc.
Stop.
Stop housing animals for your own entertainment.
The 21st century has gotten more and more selfish.
The sale of animal fur has been sloping downward since 2005, but is still much, much higher than it should be.
It should be zero.
Fur coats should not be made or sold in any way shape or form.
Certain people- farm owners, mostly- would try to make an argument saying that the animals breed in their famrs are 'breed' to make coats. Which doesn't make sence at all. That's like saying people are breed for toupees.
Animal "farms" is a sugar coated term. Hollywood and story books make famrs a friendly, enjoyable place for animals to live out their lives. Admitted, some farms are still like that. But most 'farms' now are small, to cut costs for the owner. Everything is for the owners benefit.
The chickens killed for their flesh are drugged, so they will grow faster. Often, their hearts, lungs, and limbs can't keep up.
Hens used for eggs are stored in battery cages, about the size of a file drawer. Not one per drawer. No. Six or seven per battery cage. They are living in their own filth, and you are eating their children.
Cattle are casterated, have their horns ripped out of their heds, and are branded, which is a third degree burn, without any kind of pain releif.
Cows used for their milk are drugged and 'bred to produce unatural amounts of milk'. Their babies are stolen from them soon after they are born and sent to notoriously cruel veal farms.
Mother pigs are confined in such small cags that they cannot turn around or lie down comfortably.
Turkeys' beaks and toes are burned off with a hot blade. Many suffer heart failure or debliterating leg pain.
When they have finallygrown big enough, they are put on trucks and sent to the slaughterhouse. If they are lucky to survive the hellish journey, they have even more hell to go through. They will then have their throats slit, may while they are still concious. Many are still concious when they are plunged into the scolding water of the defeathering or hair-removal tanks or while their bodies are being skinned and hacked up.
Circus' beat their animals to make them perform. Many young elephants have died in circus' from exastion and other avoidable medical reasons.
There are many, many animals at local shelters. Right now there are over 200 cats at the local humane society, here in Nashua.
Now, I feel pretty hypocritical for dating someone who has pure breed, top of the line dogs, even though there are an insane amount of nice, caring, loyal dogs that need love in humane societies around the world.
Animal cruelty laws should just be for cats and dogs. These animals are being put through a life of hell.
Nine billion chickens a year. About 25,000,000 a day.
41 million cows a year. About 112888 a day. Many die on the way to the slaughter house. Those who survive the journey are then shot in the head with a bolt gun, hung up by their legs, have their throats slit, and are skinned. Many cows are concious during this entire process. As one slaughterhouse worker has said, "they die piece by piece".
9.5 million pigs a year. 26, 400 a day. Piglets are taken from their mother at less than a month old. They have their tals ripped off, teeth pulled out, and are casterated. More than 1 million pigs die in transportation and an additional 420,000 are crippled a year. 97% of pigs in the US are "raised" on factory farms.
300 million turkeys a year. More than 830,000 a day. They are killed when they are about 5 or 6 months of age. Their throats are cut and feathers burned off, often while they are fully concious.
While reserching about why being a vegetarian is a smarter chouice for everybody, I came across a website that I haven't visited in a while.
GoVeg.com
Incredibly informational, and will even send you a free vegitarian starter kit.
After being on this website three times today, I relize why I never wanted to look at it again.
Pictures of dead and dying animals, destined for the slaughterhouse.
If you have any heart at all, the pictures and articles of this site will upset you.
More than you could ever imagine.
The pictures of the cows get from bad to worse. From the cows in their tiny, dirty pens, to the calves being locked up so their skin will "stay tight for veal", to them being hung by their ankles in the slaughterhouse. Even a picture of a cows head being sawed off by a worker with a blood splatered apron.
Apon more and more reserch, killing animals isn't good for anyone. Animals die. It's not healthy for you. And 1 in 3 workers will be servearly injured while on the job as a slaughterhouse worker. Mad cow disease is spread through our own cats and dogs by contaminated cows feet that is sometimes used in cat and dog food.

Writing this has made me physically sick.

I was forced to the nurses office because I "look like I'm going to die".

I went.

She was eating a ham sandwich.

Let's finish on a good note.
Writing this, I have become inspired.
To shut down animal farms around the world.
And to persue my long dream of opening my future home as a kind of retirment home for animals.
The old, the disabled. You know. The ones that need love on their last days of life, but are stuck in a shelter, with no hope of being adopted.
Face it. Most people want a puppy. Not a dog.
I want the elderly ones.
I want to give back to them, after someone abandoned them.
They just need love on their last days.
Everyone does.
Give back.
Become an animal foster parent.
Stop eating meat.
At least cut back.
Even just for a day.
Do it for the sake of humanity.
If none of us eats meat for just one day, we are saving a huge amount of animals.

Thank you.

Switch

Computer Applications isn't doing anything for me.
I have a plan to talk to Mrs. Seusing about it, even though nothing will change here at Nashua Brothel South.
I want to talk to her about re-creating the Computer Applications curiculum.
Maybe have things more school orientated, and not sports, movie, and rap orientated.
It's such a useless class.
We have done almost nothing new.
I'm pretty sure that I will never use Windows Access again.
Word, I use everyday, and know how to use it.
I know how to use a majority of the things that they teach.
99% of the people who have taken this course have said it was useless.
I haven't talked to anyone who has gotten something good out of this course.
One good thing that comes out of it is that I have time to read.

Bytheway, Nick totally has a selfish reason to be a vegitarian.
Not even caring about the animals.
Only caring about how he looks.
Blah.

Journalism.
Working on Podcasts.
Still.
Again.
They should've been finished on Friday.
Mine is done.
Most of ours are done.
They just need to be put together to create the podcast group.
Woo for another day of podcasting, when we should be doning something better.

Now is when I stop this blog, and start my pro-vegetarianism one.

Podcast.
Woo!
Easier than it looks.
journalism is great.
No matter what we do in this class, I always have a good time.
I feel like a podcast queen.
Done.
Already.
The school putting on A Christmas Carol this year was a great idea for a story.
Yes.
Done.
And I kind of feel a little confident about it.
For once.
I doubt that it'll be used, though.
Seeing as we only need four stories, and we have five people in our group.
What's on the podcast menu for today?
Intro: 30 seconds.
Story.
Bridge: 20 seconds.
Story.
Exit: 30 seconds.
So, about 4 minutes a story.
Mine is 3 minutes and 52 seconds.
Perfect.
Yesssss.
Great beggining. Great interview.
Yes.

And!
i got the other half of my books today from Jackie.
To add to the collection:
Frankenstein.
Bulfinch's Mythology.
The Once and Future King.
The Spanish Bridesgroom.
and, The Confessions of Nat Turner.
Yessss.
I get to build my own bookshelf.
Or just find a free one somewhere along the way.
I'd rather build one to fit my needs.
I'm sure the JewMcMoneyBags of a boyfriend I have has about 20 of them just lying around.
I swear, his house is like a wearhouse.
Geez.

Dan's mom is a gynocologist.
Kind of an odd situation, if you ask me.
Dating a gynocolgyist's son.
No biggie.
Plus!
I get to go on the pill for free.
Woo!
As long as I talk to mom, because she'll be more chill about it.
Not all 'BLAH NO SEX. NO BOYS. BLAH.'
Great.
Dad would say that.
Then lock me in my room to parish.
Mom would kick me out, so i could spend more time with him.
Mh. Mom.
I miss you.
And we get free condoms.
And spermocide.
And other safe-sex things.
Mh.
If you want my advice, date a gyno's son.
Or be a gyno's daughter.
That would probubly be better.
But then again, you probubly start on the pill when you're 12.
Not bad.
Free pill? Yes.
Free condom? Yes.
On the topic of condoms.
A. Dan's mom bought us 80 condoms.
80. How much does she think we're going to have?
Geez.
I'd rather keep Teddy not all silly putty-like.
B. Lube feels weird on my fingers.
See, I was playing with a condom the other day, and got some on my fingers.
It felt.... weird, to say the least.
And two nights ago, I got it on my belly.
I thought he spit on me. x)
Funny stuff.

I like blogging during class.
Even though I have to switch it to my real blog later on.
Blah.
Whatever.
It's still nice,
How about they just unblock my real blog.
We're going to find a way to do it anyways.
Calm down.
Let me get my thoughts down online.
Geez.

Mh.
School.
(:

For Spencer's Blog.

This is to be transfered to my blog.
All right.

My natural ability to be alone has risen from the dead.
Lately I've felt very alone.
Mostly in school.
Classes, to be particular.
The only class I feel to fit in is band, and even then, all I do is mess up.
I can't seem to do anything right in that class.
About a month ago, my phone went off in class, for no apparent reason, since I don't have texting, and nobody called me. And it was tunred on silent before I turned it off.
Ever since, I've been terrified that it would start making noises again.
So, I turn it off, and put it in my Tuba case in my locker.
Just in case.
Anyways. Feeling alone.
In Computer Applications *which is a totally pointless class, by the way*, I don't talk to anyone.
Right this second I am in said class.
The people sitting next to me, are talking about rolling and smoking blunts this morning.
*Which is a totally other topic that I will be talking about later.*
The girl next to me is very nice, but neither of us say anything, unless it's a question we have about the project.
In Journalism, which I love, and will talk more about later, every once in a while I'll make a comment to Melissa, or to myself, but other than that, it's just me.
Geometery is a whole other story. But there, I have Sydney. We either read, talk about how easy the math is, or just talk about random things.
Band, I'll make comments to Justin or Colin at some points.
Nice comments.
And we'll have a good time.
Band is only every other day.
On the days I don't have band, I have my independent study.
Which, even if I wanted to, I don't have any one to talk to.
Except Flesher, who is great.
I completely iscolate myself in my independent study.
In the far back of the library, in one of the 'lone desks'.

Yesterday, I ment to blog, but didn't get a chance to.
Yesterday, I was pretty happy with myself.
Lately, I've felt as if I totally suck at Journalism.
As if it wasn't the right choice for me.
I've taken up every oppertunity I have gotten in that class.
I asked questions to the BOE Canidates.
I interviewed as many people as possible for as many stories as possible.
I interviewed Mr. Heinhold, who I was sure would object.
I have done everything in my power to suceed, and I still felt as if I couldn't do it.
But then yesterday.
Yesterday.
We had to come up with topics for a news show that we plan to put on.
I came up with such topics as Dress Code, safety, pessimist students, etc.
I got the biggest praise for coming up with the pessimist topic.
Everyone liked it, and was complimenting me on my geat ideas.
This, this made me feel great.
Like a hero, in a way.
Greatest feeling of the week.
It was a Journalistic orgasm.
Mh.

There were free books in the library yesterday.
Not a huge event, just a cart, with a sign that said the books were free to whoever wanted them.
I took 15.
And carried them a mile and a half home.
Mh.
I plan on carving some out, once I read them.
I am very, very excited.
Yesterday was nice.

Cat's Cradle is about to get really interesting, I'm told.
I have to quote it.
At one point, a poor poet sleeps in someones house, and lives there while the man is away.
When the guy gets back, he finds his house a mes, and his cat dead.
Quote:
There was a sign around my dead cats' neck. It said, "Meow."
This is the moment I am glad to be a poet.
Poets *all kinds of artists* see the world as nobody else can.
A dead cat is an oppertunity to impact someone in a way nobody else could.
My love for art is abloom.
On the rise, actually.
I have been writing poetry more and more lately.
I've been reading more, and being more creative with everyday experiences.
I am glad to say that art will always be a big part of my life.
No matter where I go, no matter what I do, art will always be a part of it.

I think that's enough for this block.
Maybe some more next block.
Maybe I'll discuss vegitarianism.
Yay. (:
Have a great day.
-Spencer.