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i can play the guitar as some of you might know (you'd better)
and i can play hey there delilah (ms primo)
and i have an awesome video on youtube, of me!!!

Hey There Ms. Primo.

Yup. we've edited again and again (okay, maybe not so much as I'm portraying) and we finally agree on the final draft. We're still (or I'm still going to bug my fellow writers) going to try to YouTube it. So, here you go: 

Hey there Ms. Primo,

What's it like in New York City?

We're 187 miles away

But girl, tonight you look so smart

Yes you do

Times Square can't shine as bright as you

We swear it's true

Hey there Ms. Primo

Don't you worry about the distance

We're right there is you have to give bad grades

Give this song another listen

Don't close your eyes

Read our writing, it's our disguise

We're by your side

Oh it's what you did for us

Oh it's what you did for us

Oh it's what you did for us

Oh it's what you did for us
What you did for us

Hey there Ms. Primo,
We know times are getting hard
But just believe Us, girl
Someday We'll pay the bills with this pencil
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
Our word is good

Hey there Ms. Primo
We've got so much left to say
If every simple song We re-wrote for you
Would take your breath away
We'd write it all
How much more proud of us you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you did for us
Oh it's what you did for us
Oh it's what you did for us
Oh it's what you did for us

187 miles seems pretty far
But they've got pens, pencils and keyboards
We'd call you if We had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them were ever taught this way
Ms. Primo We can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Ms.Primo,
You be good and don't you miss us
Eight more years and we might be done with school 
And we'll be making history like We do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Ms. Primo here's to you
This one's for you

Oh it's what you did for us
Oh it's what you did for us
Oh it's what you did for us
Oh it's what you did for us
What you did for us
  
(The ooooh's)

Thanks Ms. Primo.

And I have one announcement. I had some sudden inspiration, and I've begun to write a script for a movie called My Freshman Year. I'll be sharing it soon... 

Guess what?!?!!!

At the end of last year, one of our favorite teachers, Ms. Primo, announced that she would be moving to NY at the end of the year. We also found out that she HATED the song 'Hey There Delilah' By The Plain White T's. We started to change the lyrics of the song for Ms. Primo. We never finished, but tonight, I heard the song, and had a break through with the lyrics. I can't post them yet, because my fellow writers need to help me edit, etc. Also, I want to see if there's anyway we could YouTube it... That would be sweet. So, I just wanted to announce that to our 0 readers.
Thanks!

bored

damn
i cant upload my pictures

I'm bored too...

... And it seems like my writing talent has just... died. It's not even funny. But whatevs. I'm sailing everyday! It's soooo much fun! Alls Yalls should try it!

bored

i feel like bloggin but im not sure what to blog...
i think i will blog about the rest of my travels through the summer...

today i was cramped in a car with my two oldest younger brothers...
not too funnn
im boooored su

my name has talent

Here are some poems by people who have nothing in common with me except their names.

The Cowardly Despot
by: Adeyemi Abimbola Shodipo
He defied the world
With a mighty and heavy sword
He blew aloud his horn
As though he had already won
He put others through the storm
Provoked a war he could not have won
But when death said t'was his turn
He discovered he had to run
And run he did with his gun
At a time the world thought he had gone
But when the torch exposed his gums
He showed the world he lacked guts
Oh! cowardly Saddam of the Gulf
Who put his people through an undue war
Now finds himself kept in the lock
By the very people he had fought
Copyright ©2008 Adeyemi Abimbola Shodipo


The Fading Shadow
forever once was gone
of the candid lies that spun
all the waiting proved you wrong
no more here tomorrow now it's here to stay
the web that once was tangled
has finally been undone
Doyinsola Osatohamwen Akinsomisoye
Copyright ©2008 DoyinsolaAkinsomisoye

Distorted Soul
Broken Dreams left unanswered
Floating visions that drift in the sky
Moving emotions bundled up so tightly
Throbbing pain that makes you cryShattered hopes turned rightly facing forwardAching breaths that leaves you gasping
Pumping heartaches within your soul
Drowning sounds that have you clasping
Splintered wishes left desolate
Cracked feelings violently displaced
Shadowing your luminous expressions
Fleeting innocence that's been erased
Doyinsola Akinsomisoye
Copyright ©2008 DoyinsolaAkinsomisoye

Horrible Little You
Brawling little brat
So little do you know Screaming all the time
And farting nasty blows.
Stomping your big feet
When you don't get your way
Pissing on the floors And forcing me to play
Messing up your hair
Spilling ketchup on your dress
Breaking everything in sight
And making a horrible mess
Leaving dirty socks on my bed
Spitting when you talk
Telling all my secrets
And ripping things I bought
Writing on the walls
Sticking gum on your shoes
Putting glue on the floor
And sending my mind to the moon!
Doyinsola Osatohamwen Akinsomisoye
Copyright ©2008 DoyinsolaAkinsomisoye

The Beast
Treacherous monster
Let me be
Leave me alone
I can't be seen
As wicked as you are
I still love thee
Even with your insults
You show pity
Doyinsola Osatohamwen Akinsomisoye
Copyright ©2008 DoyinsolaAkinsomisoye

The Wrong Way
do what you do
say what you say
Yeah I'm listening
but not today
been there seen that
don't take on the word
It's just a speaking of truth
my world not yours
came for the nothing
half in I let Out
what eyes have seen
i never mouthed out so do what you do
and say what you say
no apologies should be comming
not ever nobodys way
Doyinsola Osatohamwen Akinsomisoye
Copyright ©2008 DoyinsolaAkinsomisoye
poetry.com

Resent Writings...

Hey! It's been a while since I last posted, but here's some of my latest writings!

These two poems I wrote in my free time:
Dress the Sky

On the Clearest of days
I look up
And see the most beautiful
Blue

I want it to be fabric
So I can find a girl
And wrap it around her like
A sun dress

I would take trees
In full bloom
Stitch them to the hem
For tassels

I'll find blueberry bushes
Find enough of them
To go all down the front:
Buttons

I would dig up
Two green mountains
And turn them into
Earrings

She would walk down the streets
And everyone would fall to her feet
She is their
New God

When she spins,
She creates a light summer breeze
And when she cries,
It rains

But somehow all forget
That she's still mortal
And one day
She dies

The people of the earth
Couldn't find a girl
That was as pretty
As she

So the people returned the sky
Trees, bushes and mountains
But were never quite
As happy



My Boat

My boat has pain
On the deck
But it had happiness
stored in barrels
My boat has all sorts of tea
Where there would be liquor
My boat is constantly
Going in and out of ports
Stocking up on
And getting rid of
Friends
My boat sells experience
By the box
My boat
Holds words
Waiting to be spoken
Deep inside of it
My boat
Is constantly moving
Changing
Evolving
My Boat
Always has music blasting
Doesn't matter what it is,
My boat has Jazz
Rock
Hip-Hop
Rap
Salsa
McJagger
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Mary Lou Lord
Tribe Called Quest
Amalie's Soundtrack
Rodrigo Y Gabriella
Justin Timberlake
Dave Brubeck
Destiny's Child
And everything in between
But my boat is full
Of a confusing clutter

Would you help me organize it?


In humanities, we have to start analyzing poems and such. Here's the CAP one that we had to do:
"God Says Yes To Me" by Kaylin Haught

For anyone sick of the smiting, revenge and drama of the Lord and Savior, the God in the poem "God says Yes to Me" by Kaylin Haught might be more suitable. One of the nice things about this poem is how informal it is. An example of this is when it says "And She (God) said honey/ She calls me that sometimes." It raises the question "Why is this God so improper?" We have always known God to be a very proper guy. But then again, in this poem, God isn't a guy at all. God is a girl! This is revealed in the first two lines when it says "I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic/and she said yes." But one might ask, "Since when was God female?" One last thing that is really very cool about this poem is how forgiving God is. The God in Christianity is always telling people what's okay and what's not. Not this God. In this poem Kaylin is asking God if she can do different things. God says "Sweetcakes God Said/... What I'm telling you is/ Yes Yes Yes". But, why is this God more forgiving than our male God? This could be a very controversial poem, but it's really just saying that God's is not there to say what's right and wrong, but is there as a friend, and can be imagined as whatever a person needs to be comforted.


Yay!!!

Snow demons

Today me and my brothers went outside to play in the snow, we were playing as innocently as three siblings can (ok really we were like killing each other)... But anyways we were you know sledding in the gully and stuff and me and the oldest of my little brothers...lets call him Nic, had these humungo bamboo sticks and we were using them to control the sleds (and kill each other) when suddenly out of no where came five great big snow demons, they were grizzly and white and there was a lot of snow sticking to them they had HUGE canines and 6 inch long claws and shot snow out of their mouths, so we were surrounded and my second youngest brother Os shielded us with the sleds and me and Nic used the poles to kill the snow demons. unfortunately one banged into a tree and a huge branch almost fell on us! The last one though was a huge specimen and was around eight feet tall. I tried to stab the sharp end of my pole into it but it managed to escape! a little while later after us three had made a stronghold the big one came back again with reinforcements! this though time Os had a rake and we had added metal tips to our poles. However these snow demons were not regular enlisted demons these were the elite. We just managed to fight them off and decided to play a prank on my stepdad when our mom called us in. however im sure those devious snow demons lie in wait for when they can ambush us and turn us to the dark side....or snow side?

yes i can assure you this is the pure and simple truth

Free Rice

Go HERE to send free rice to starving countries. You have to play a game but its worth it ^_^

Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

The book is by Jeanette Winterson. I found this book to be a very good read. It's only 176 pages, but it packs quite a punch. Our main character, Jeanette (this raises a question for me, is fiction, or non-fiction?), is raised in an extremely christian family in England. No big town, by the way, very small. Her mother plays a very big role in the church. Jeanette's mother has taught her to read from religious books. This raises quite a problem for Jeanette when she goes to school. She tells her peers of the Devil, and so on, so forth.
One day, Jeanette and her mother are walking through the market place, when Jeanette sees Melanie, gutting fish. Jeanette is immediantly entranced by Melanie, and with out knowing it, falls victim to what her church called, "Unnatural Passions." Her church calls Her and Melanie out on it, and thus the hmm... What shall I call it? Let's say a period of hiding, loving, hating and questioning, begins.
I personally love this book! I think that it is truthful and... raw. It left me reflecting deeply. Rethinking, reviewing, not only the book but myself.
One thing that I am having trouble understanding is the symbolism. The oranges do get me confused. She is given oranges throughout her childhood as a sort of... comfort. At one point in time she begins to question... The orange. "Why not another fruit?" she thinks to herself. But I think that it has to do with the Devil inside of her. At one point in the book, Her mother begins starving/dehidrating her to get her to repent (for having the Unnatural Passions). While this is going on, she begins to hallucinate. What she sees is a tiny orange devil/demon that begins to talk to her. Are these two things connected? What does the title mean? Grrr.
Another peice of symbolism is on the cover.

at another point in the book, Melanie stands in the back of the church, with a mistle toe. Perhaps this is playing off of Adam+Eve in the Garden? I dunno, it's just a thought... The forbidden fruit...
Anyway, one more thing that I really like about this book is that it plays on my favorite theme ever...

I love it! The whole church has told her that certain things are right, and certain things are wrong. Fornication, unnatural passions, drinking, etc. are all wrong. Because even though it's in the church, you can still see their morals, and she proves how ridiculous they are! Huzza! READ IT!!! The Paperback is only $8.95. Here's the Amazon link:http://www.amazon.com/Oranges-Are-Not-Only-Fruit/dp/B000IZ1TWK/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1202174719&sr=8-10

i believe in

i believe in beginnings
i believe in endings
i believe in goodbyes
i believe in hello's
i believe in second chances
and mistakes
i believe in laughter
and tears
i believe in joy
i believe in despair
i believe in the worries
and the fears that noone wants to talk about
thinking they'll disappear
i believe in the good ,the bad and the things inbetween
i believe in truth and honesty
which is what this poem has
don't shield your ears
for this poem has laughter as well as tears

A poem from a classmate...

I believe in God
I believe in shooting stars
I believe in forgotten dreams
I believe in karma
I believe in love
I believe in some future
I believe in the perfect goal
I believe in never ending questions
I believe in life long friends
I believe in sunsets
I believe in a full moon
I believe in Men's creation for good
I believe in unforgetable dreams
I believe in trust
I believe in life long lessons
I believe in working hard to ge twhat you want
I believe in justice
I believe in the great America
I believe in silence
I believe in second chances
I believe in the perfect movement
I believe in teamwork
--JokerCasper10

Simply to Please a Humanities Teacher...

... She asked me to type these up, so here we go...

Oh, one more thing, In the begining of every class, we have 5 minutes to write about something that she puts on the board, and you can't stop. So That's what most of these are. And if you are continusly writing, you get a red sticker! The more you get, the higher your grade.
11/13/07
The rain will never stop falling
It will drown the cities,
Overflow the lakes and sewers,
People live on the roof tops,
Trying to get away...
But there's no roof on the roof.
But the real question is:
Where's all this rain from?
The oceans are still there, the rivers are still running
Where is this huge gray cloud,
Covering the earth,
From?
But the flooding is not the extent of this rains torture.
The world accepts the rain
It's normal.
The sun is odd
It bruns
But that's alright.
No one remembers
What the sun looks like,
Feels like,
Brings to ones heart.
We only know the rain,
Wet,
Cold,
And sad.


Now, this one isn't mine, It's by one of our classmates, Eliana...
11/28/07
"My love for you is like getting ready for a race.
It's like I'm waiting for you to look at me.
I want to melt into peices
And when I look at you,
You+Me=better love
Aww yea,
I know it's right
So are you
When I don't see you
I'm so sad
That I just sit there
And cry.
I miss you
and am always sad
When I think
'You are so far away' "
-Eliana

12/3/07
And these body clothes,
That bind and cloak,
To cover
These so called...
"Innapropriate"
Body Parts.
These rules,
Set by the christian era
Thinking,
That topless Tribes
Are Savages
They would rather women
Wrapped and bound
In anything
They'll put up with.
Even if it maked them
Uncmfortable
They do it
For these
Are the rules to be
Humane.

Yea, I kinda think about society all the time.

12/4/07
FAKE SANTAMAN
When I found out there was no santa...

So, on Christmas Eve, My dad was wrapping presents, and being the helpful person that I am, I wanted to help. So my dad would wrap a present and put it at the top of the stairs for me to bring to the tree (He didn't want me to see the other presents). I would look at who it was for, and strategical (sp) put it under the tree. So one of the presents said, "To Rosie, From Santa." I knocked on the door and told my dad that I now knew that there was no Santa. The next present said, "To Rosie, From Fake Santa."

12/8/07
THIINGS THAT I'D HATE TO NOT HAVE

My education
My family
My house
My parents employing themselves
STARBUCKS!!!!
No fear
Lots of food
Freedom to move
Safety
Love
Erm...
Um...
Uuuh...
Sailing
Swimming
Having money
Uum...
Thinking...
Still thinking...
OOH!
Red stickers!

12/18/07
Utopian Literature Getting to Me...
The sun shined
The poeple are happy
Or think that they are
Unaware
Bliss
In ignorance
The children play games
The adults all have leisurly jobs
Plus happy hour
And yet
They do not know
What happens
When there is a meeting
And the people who moniter them
24/7
Decide
Who has thought wrong,
And who must die
But I know
I have been behind those doors
And in those meetings
I have killed
For the "good"
Of all the community
I have seen the evils
And am afraid of my sins
I must save others
They have been so affectivly brainwashed
It will be hard
But they must see
And yet
Maybe
They are happy
Truly happy
Would I be doing
More harm than good?
They are happy not knowing
Should I leave them?
Should I save them?
I don't have long to decide
They will soon know
That I wasn't effectivly killed
They will know
That I will want revenge
But not through Death...
But
Through
Knowledge

1/??/08
Burning The Old Year
I start the fire off
With quick burning newspaper
Of tiny fights and such
Make a teepee of twigs
Of doorslams
And knocking over chairs
Light it
With a long
"New Year" brand match
When it's lit
Throw in branches
Of wet pillows
But that won't last long
You need logs
Deep from your painful forest
Logs of hitting
Logs of leaving
Logs of great anger
Now sit and watch it burn
Throw in tiny twigs
Of self doubt
You sit late into the night
And the last embers of forgivness
Go out
Bury the ashes
Mark this spot in your mind
For next year

So, for this assignment, we were told to make up our OWN report card comments, completly exaggerated. Here's mine:
1/17/08
Dear Kristie Speck,
I would like to start off by complimenting you for bringing such a wonderful child into this world. She can always illuminate a room. Her vibrant personalityrubs off on all of her peers. She gets 4's on every project and test. I would suggest that she goes to a private school of her choice. I would be willing to pay it myself.
Her math makes her seem like a mathmatitian! I think that Rosie will make some serious discoveries that will change the earths history.
Rosie is simply excelling in Science. She can easily comprehend the fibers that create our universe
And don't even get me started on her basketball skills! Rosie can make free throw shots from across the court, and could dribble to the moon and back... twice. I seriously think that Rosie should prepare for the WNBA.
Congratulations!

This one isn't a quick write, but I like it. We watched a movie called "Jakob the Liar" and we had to do a six paragraph creative writing thing on a character. I picked the Professor. Here it is:

1/26/08
To Whom It may concern,
Hello. My name has always been Das Proffesor. I was at one point in time, famous. But here, no one is famous. You are simply alive amongst the dying, the vomit, the mold and the Nazi's. If you have found me, in case the Nazi's spread any lies, I did it on purpose. And I did it with my dignity in tact.
I hated this place. And the guilt that I have been feeling has been unbearable. There are the sick and the dying everywhere, and I am simply unable to help them. Guilt. It rips me apart everyday. They come to me, beg me for mercy, for pills, anything. All that I can say is "rest." But so many times, rest does not help. They need medicine. Medicine in which the Nazi's keep for themselves. Don't waste it to save the dogs.
Not even any potatoes. All of the food that we do have is rotten, moldy, and stretched out to the very end. At times I wonder if the meat in our soup is that of our brothers and sisters who are pushing up daisy's. But I have done my best to not think about it. It has been hard, and it was simply the last straw when I had to help a Nazi.
When I heard the gestapo knocking at my door, my stomach dropped, and I did not breath for a few moments. There is no medicine or that. My wife and I have always had a code. The pills for my back. She looked me in the eyes as she said it. I knew that she knew. The only thing that I regret is not killing those awful Nazi's before I died.
Yes. I did know that there was no radio. And I feel terrible because I was the one who convinced him to keep telling the people "news."
And yes, I did know about the girl. That poor thing. I was torn from my career, but she was torn from her family. I can not even imagine that kind of pain. I wish that I had had some pills for her. But there weren't any pills, except for mine.
So that is that. I just wanted to leave... Some closure. Good luck. I have heard that the Russians are making a strong come back. Maybe a little of Jakobs news will be true.
Luck and Love
Das Proffesor

Poems from me (Rhoda) typed up by Lili-Chan

These are some poems that Rhoda wrote.

He hears the hum of a boys dream,
and thinks
thinks of his own dream
a dream that never came true
a dream postponed and forgotten
and though he fills with despair
he still hopes
he hopes that his dream will
come true

are my boots old?
is my coat torn?
are my glasses on?
too old to remember
too weak to try
could make you cry
half-way to the front door
don't remember what i am there for
oh man i really want to cry
for i suddenly ask
who am i

And yet...
two simple words
strung together
they silently voice your doubts
they beat at the subconscious
that is your
mind
leaving you troubled
the decision is not done
lets go there!! you say but you
think And yet...
though everything around
it die
there will always be
and yet...
as long as doubts go
unsaid, unheard

And yet...
it gives an idea hope
though it may kill
another
to live is to doubt
And yet...

burning the old year
but still writing the new
writing about old friends, new friends
about new disappointments
And a new resolution
that won't come true
writing about
happiness that last a while
and new people asking
why don't you smile
writing about how long
the wait is
for the day
but the disappointments
already come
writing about burning
the old year
and
writing the new

*now its easier to read than Rhoda's hand writing!! --Lili-Chan*

This is lili and in txting 2 say i am almost back Lili