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[25 May 2004|08:38pm]
wow. long time no see.
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[25 May 2004|08:38pm]
wow. long time no see.
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ok [14 Dec 2003|11:23pm]
[ mood | cold ]
[ music | cold...freeze-ing my butt of here... ]

Since i can't update on my EA account...i resort to this.

Finals this week. Crap. I get to see J.J. this week too. lol
and sudi gets to meet him..lol. he's a sweet guy/teddy bear(he reminds me of one.)

i called someone a bitch twice last week. during dance.

we(people, girls lol) were talking about how cute this guy was. (j.j.) and i was like omg..he is so cute. and then someone goes..yeah, opposites attract. and then the the girl( i shall call her....polo) says...yeah yvette that must mean ur horrible looking, and ugly, and then she goes on and on.......

i then preced to get angry...:::getting angry:: and then finally i couldn't take it anymore.
"You bitch!"
everyone looks at me...yes, no one know that i cuss except those select few. she walked off suprised.
but i'm tired. i'm tired of people walking all over me and doing whatever the hell they want knowing that i won't say or do anything. sure its not the best way to defend myself from people doing that, but it's what i got know, and thats what matters.

i going out on a limb here (separate peace) and going to say that i probaly get that from NHI, cuz there i can act however the hell i want cuz people there don't know me, i dont go to there school. i know how to bitch someone out because of them...and i'm thankful for it. probably something you didn't wanna here, but thats where i get it from...most likely...and maybe some of my friends.

ok...my fingers are really cold...why won't she turn up the heater?!!...
enough ranting. i should go study for finals...(spanish and english tom.)

aiight(lol)

<3 shorti

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Beautiful [09 Dec 2003|09:54pm]
[ mood | happy ]

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,

HE LIVED ALL ALONE,

IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF

PLASTER AND STONE.



I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY

WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,

AND TO SEE JUST WHO

IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.



I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,

A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,

NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,

NOT EVEN A TREE.



NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,

JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,

ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES

OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,

AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,

A SOBER THOUGHT

CAME THROUGH MY MIND.



FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,

IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,

I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,

ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.



THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,

SILENT, ALONE,

CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR

IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.



THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,

THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,

NOT HOW I PICTURED

A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO

OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?

CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,

THE FLOOR FOR A BED?




I REALIZED THE FAMILIES

THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,

OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS

WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.




SOON ROUND THE WORLD,

THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,

AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE

A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.




THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM

EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,

BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,

LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.



I COULDN'T HELP WONDER

HOW MANY LAY ALONE,

ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE

IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.



THE VERY THOUGHT

BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,

I DROPPED TO MY KNEES

AND STARTED TO CRY.



THE SOLDIER AWAKENED

AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,

"SANTA DON'T CRY,

THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,

I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,

MY LIFE IS MY GOD,

MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."



THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER

AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,

I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,

I CONTINUED TO WEEP.



I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,

SO SILENT AND STILL

AND WE BOTH SHIVERED

FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.



I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE

ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,

THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR

SO WILLING TO FIGHT.



THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,

WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,

WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,

IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,

AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,

AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

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Another First [09 Dec 2003|12:44pm]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | sounds of the library ]

I'm here in the library at school. I should be doing geometry homework, but I don't know how to do it. too bad we have a test on it. eh...

not much to say.

pegah likes the colors.

josh's brothers played with joshua. Lol. It sounds funny to say it, because it kinda confusing. Makes sense to me, and that's all that matters.

Alright, I'm out of here.

Always,
[yvette]

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