Mother Goose Is Older Than Edward Cullen
Thesis: Nursery rhymes, a constant presence in children's lives for hundreds of years, elicit a sense of creativity and allow for a tradition of storytelling that's loss would impact both parents and children in more ways than bedtime.

Mother Goose is Older Than Edward Cullen.

a Thesis Paper

London
Quiet down I need to make a sound
New York
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Kingston
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet down I need to make sound

They're coming through the window
They're coming through the door
They're busting down the big wall
And Sounding the horn [x2]

What you Want
Bucky Done Gun
What you want
The Fire Done Burn
What you want
Bucky Done Gun
Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin' [x2]

Time to spit new shit
I'm rocking on this new bit
I'm hot now you'll see
I'll fight you just to get peace

Heavy Weight Wrestler
Fight me in your comforter
Let you be superior
I'm flithy with the fury ya

London
Quiet down I need to make a sound
New York
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Kingston
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet I need to make sound

I'll hard drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like feeling shit
My Stamina can take it
Gymnastics Super Fit
Muscle in the gun clip
Bite, Teeth Nose Bleed
Tied up in a scarf piece

What you Want
Bucky Done Gun
What you want
The Fire Done Burn
What you want
Bucky Done Gun
Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin' [x2]

Can I get control
Do you like me vulnerable
I'm armed and I'm equal
More fun for the people
Physical, Brute force
Steel, lion you're the boss
Yeah, you're so do-able
Grind me down sugar slow

What you Want
Bucky Done Gun
What you want
The Fire Done Burn
What you want
Bucky Done Gun
Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin' [x2]

Juniors are so dumb. Am I following suit enough?

Take it, take it.

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May 22

200 P O S T S

T H E R E 'S A N E L E P H A N T I N H E R E

J U S T U S W H O E L S E ?

Senior show's going great. Things are falling into place. Got some cool ideas, too. Everything is going to be awesome and I can't wait.

P R A M

Me & Jason;Olivia & Lee

Prom. 2010.

53 D A Y S U N T I L G R A D U A T I O N

May 22

I R L: I N R E A L L I F E

• IRL: you cannot pick and choose days to have an oppinion, a firm belief, a "rule"
• IRL: you cannot allow your personal life to affect your work place actions
• IRL: you cannot take the form of the peers around you, especially if you work in a high school
• IRL: you can't possibly gossip and expect it not to be told, or told that you told
• IRL: teachers should not be the main source of gossip
• IRL: it is never appropriate to take your frustrations out on the weak (or weaker than you)
• IRL: it is never appropriate to flaunt your power when you feel week
• IRL: middle-aged middle-class white women are to be feared

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If someone struggles with these things, finds it hard to understand them or live by them--clearly they are not a strong-minded mature human being. So, with that in mind, should a person like this be say...a high school teacher? No. No amount of ability or talent can make someone capable. There are things beyond a lesson plan that go into being a teacher. That is why I stop and think if teaching is right for me. IRL, if I were a teacher, I would never be any of those things. I have had buckets of teacher-fails and I know how bad it sucks to be in that desk trying not to cry. I know how much it hurts to be yelled at for no reason. If I were a teacher, I think I would understand.

• And I still believe that everything happens for a reason. I think I needed the good teachers to show me what to do, and the bad to show me what not to. I fully understand now.
• Now begins my evaluation of my capability. Now, my judging has become useful.

So I got a pre-paid credit card that caused me a lot of hassle, probably more than it's worth. I left the receipt I had to fish from a trash can because it held my account number on my mini fridge. While I was away from my dorm room some one cut a pattern into with my scissors.

I hate people. So much it scares me.

N U R S E T R A C A Y

Bubbie>Videogamz.

Nurse Tracey is going to give me some of her sons' old GBC games. I can't even wait.

I do already have Pokemon yellow, but I will take another!

:) woot!

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May 22

G O A T S

It's all so soft here.
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Horns and Progress

I keep waking up, and going to sleep.
It's an endless cycle that feels compulsive.
Apparently, compulsive nature is unhealthy.
So I'm making the consicious effort to sleep more.
Because sleeping is so much easier
than waking up
and realizing all the things I have to do
and all the people standing around like goats
that aren't going to help
or do anything but chew and whine
and cheese and milk
and when I'm working hard
when my fingers have all bled out and turned white
and I want everything to be perfect
they'll run into it
head first with their horns shoving through
whatever I'd just accomplished.
So I'm going to goat, too
grow a beard & stick my hair up
until it mats together like horns
and if anyone
does anything
more than what I've done
I'm going to curl over
until my horns tear my belly red
and let it all
be beautiful.

P R A M, 2010

I didn't get any of these dresses. Or anything similar. I don't have actual pictures to upload yet. We danced to purple rain and listened to the Beach Boys. It was nothing short of magical and I wish I could do it every day. We were the cutest.

T H E L I N E B E T W E E N D E S I R E A N D A B I L I T Y

Let's build us a house out of playing cards and paint it with Bingo markers. Let's only talk to the people I like and the ones that love us. We can watch Golden Girls and sip Lipton sweet tea. When the phone rings we'll know it's someone who wants to visit, and we'll let them. But it will only be me and you in that house.

Even though in this house I've defied the act of gravity and kept our hair from going limp or the seasons from turning cold. I can only prevent pneumonia, I can only make cigarettes out of vitamins. So we'll visit Paw, but we can never have sleepovers. Even though I've found a way to keep all the stupid commercials off TV and only leave the funny ones, I can't take Paw's stone legs and make them light again. I can't turn those columns into femurs and tendons. So when we go to visit him and the fortress of other column men, you'll still have to leave and cry when you turn the door knob, walk in, and feel his absence. But, Mom says that's normal.

We'll build our palace out of royal flushes and diagonal Bingo victories. We'll go to the boats to play the slots and Paw won't ever tell us not to. Granny and Nanny will handle our money, now that Paw's away and unable. So we'll never spend too much on chances and we'll always have enough to eat out at those great seafood places we love.

I can only try to keep you thinking, I can only do my best to remind you how much I am right here and growing and not a stagnant memory in your head. I can only promise that as long as I can, I'll keep you at home. That, and keep you from getting pneumonia, you know how much that scared me.

V O T E F O R M E

The truth is, I am a real life pikachu. I'm shocking and yellow-bellied and known to blush and get attatched to people that no doubt feel the same about me as they do about everyone else and just want to watch me fight amongst my peers. But vote for me, because I exist. Because I'm not the games you played as a child, I'm the real-life ploy you plot in front of you. Prom or no prom.

C R U E L A N D R O Y A L

When people talk to Meghan I get confused. I hear her voice with someone else's and really don't understand what interaction they could willingly be having. So I look at them. And everytime I look at Meghan I have the same face. O_OWTF. So I really hope the person who has ufortunately begun to speak to her doesn't think that I'm looking at them that way, as I probably have a face close to normal when I look at them under different circumstances. However, the aforementioned instance happened moments ago when I heard Sarah speak back to Meghan about something she was wearing. One, Wow, Meghan isn't talking about anime! Two, Well, she's still saying something dumb, I'm sure. And Three, Meghan carries one of those shiny, sequined purses that were cool in like eighth grade--wears a down coat all year--wears her clear prom shoes or white tennis shoes or some sort of unfortuate black boots everyday--and above all knows nothing about fashion (not that I do, but Sarah is arguably the most adorably dressed female I've ever met.) So, unlike Sunshine who is running for prom queen with the motto of: "Because I won't be mean!" I carry a motto of, "Vote for me, because we like each other." Not because everyone likes me, or I like everyone--either. Just because I think there is a fewer number of people that don't. And that makes sense. I think it abnormal and weird to like and be liked by everyone. I think it makes far more sense to dislike at least a small group of people. But, I'm a little concerned, because as I've allowed myself to take people for what they really are and not look for the best in them, rather look for what they are capable of doing and how they could affect me in a negative or positive way--I've noticed most people are dumb, affect me in a negative or neutral way, or are just annoying, which could be argued as negative, I suppose. (Run-on away!) So, I'm worried, because I'm finding it hard to find people that don't bother me. IE, Daniel. I kept seeing him change this year, which I guess we all have. I kept seeing him get harder and harder and be considered mean by a lot of people. Well, in some ways so have I. This year has been a toughie for me, alot of people have done what alot of people have always done to me--walk all over me. And I'm sick of it. I'm not excusing Daniel being a bully to Nick Fountain or being mean to Hollye--but I can almost admire how much he's speaking his mind and following what he believes. Even if it is destructive to his friendships. The thing is, Daniel isn't liked anymore. I like him, he doesn't annoy me. He doesn't hurt my feelings when he says things about my hair or my clothes anymore. Because he's honest. He's not going behind my back and saying he doesn't like me or anything. He's not choosing side and he's not starting drama. He's alone. And the year is coming to an end and I think it makes sense to distance ourselves from people. But for now, I think we need eachother. Later he may decide he doesn't like me. Which is understandable. I know how simple it is to find that you don't like someone. I think that makes sense. So I'm finding all these things, and I'm worried that maybe I won't have any friends, but--if friends aren't someone you respect, or understand, or could live with, I don't think they're really necessary. So if I don't win prom queen, it would make sense. Because I will be mean. I will tell people that I don't like them, that they're annoying, or that I don't want to be around them. And people will tell me that I'm dumb, speak down to me, call me names or whathaveyou. But, I won't always stick around and listen. But, to those few people that aren't annoying--I need them. Because they're all that makes me believe in the humane sanity of the world.

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May 22

Cannot stop Kindling.

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May 22

Going get my prom dress and talk to Daniel while he tans in a Cancer Coffin.

W H Y Y O U S H O U L D W R I T E

you can only write what you know. either you know how to make stuff up or you know how to tell the truth or you know how to research or you know how to ask questions or string words together but those words fall out of your brain and your brain, though argued by internet and MTV, is Y O U. That brain is every thought you've had and will have and might think of having and that brain is all that separates you from the next person, and doesn't every person want to be special? but how do they expect other people, just as brain-filled as them, years from now after the aforementioned brain is nothing but goo and has been eaten and turned to ashes by the inevitable monsters of the world--how does one brain expect a future brain to know it is something of tangible substance and interesting individuality if that brain has left nothing but potting soil for the tin can buildings of tomorrow? so what are these brains supposed to do, then? write down everything. the lies and the truth and the pretty and the ugly and all they'll ever be is creative non-fiction, even if they say they are the elephant of the parkinglots and the aligators of the mini vans or the monsters of the squash plots--their brains cannot lie to them, so if they think it, it must be so. And no one will ever think in the same way as someone else and writing down those thoughts is the only way we brains can roll out of our skinnyfatwhiteblackjewishatheistsame-bodies and stand up, proving we're more than our looks, our clothes, and our mothers and fathers--something that's sticky, that'll last--prove there was once a human race that ruled the internet.

B O O K L A D Y

I wish Lady Gaga would write a book.

I want sleep. Isn't that the purpose of an off block? Instead, I'll be spending my time away from class making phone calls and taking a make-up Algebra exam.

C O K E A C O L A

I love Coke so much. It's by far the fuel that sustains me. If it weren't for Coke I'd be sleepy and covered in enamel. Jules can't drink Coke because her dentist said her teeth are naked. I would never listen to a man who stares into my mouth instead of my eyes.

P A W S T O R Y

I won! 1st in the highschool division.

Hopefully I'll get my Kindle tomorrow when Mom gets to feeling better.

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My Kindle came in the mail. Mom may be running it up to me at school today. That would be amazing.

N O F L O O D S

I never ever thought I'd live away
From everyone I love and say goodbye
Now I'm the princess of a downtown train
Where everybody here, they know my game
But when I walk down the street I hear them say
"There she goes, that crazy girl,
She thinks she's something in this world"

So I'ma close my ears and dream
Cause life is never really what it seems
In every mystery, there's a truth
You know I'm tellin, I'm tellin you

No matter lightning or thunder,
Buckets of rainwater
You can't flood this town

In a world unknown
You've gotta hold your own
You can't stop me
You're never ever gonna stop me now

On every street there is a memory,
A time and place where we can never be again
Street lights glow green, red, and yellow too
Do you let signs tell you what to do?
Yeah, when you say stop,
Be sure that I'll say go
To the stars in the land

Fre can't burn these hands
But I just close my eyes and dream
You can't deny me my astronomy

In every mystery, there's a truth
You know I'm tellin, I'm tellin you

No matter lightning or thunder,
Buckets of rainwater
You can't flood this town

In a world unknown
You've gotta hold your own
And you can't stop me
You're never ever ever gonna stop me now

Go ahead and don't believe
Cause everyone needs a way to dream
And love and you can't stop me
No you can't stop me

No matter lightning or thunder,
Buckets of rainwater
You can't flood this town

In a world unknown
You've gotta hold your own
And you can't stop me
You're never ever ever gonna stop me

No matter lightning or thunder,
Buckets of rainwater
You can't flood this town

In a world unknown
You've gotta hold your own

I don't know how to annotate a bibliography.

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May 22

M O N Y W O U L D N O T A P P R O V E

So, Kate Gosselin, mother of 8 and recently divorced and reality-show-less, has decided her time away from prime time just isn't fulfilling enough for her. Kate will be on the next season of Dancing With The Stars, show devoted and beloved by washed-up "celebrities" (this season alongside Kate will be Pamala Anderson.) I would hate to be her daughter, to years from now see what a terrible, greedy person she's become.

M I A & R H I A N N A R T H E S A M E N A O ?

N' O R L E A N S

How low can you go?

Should I change my banner to a picture of me reading my Kindle when I get one? As opposed to my reading books, though I will still read books. Paper, I have not betrayed you!

T H A N K Y O U G R A N N Y A N D P O P S

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May 22

G A G A

Just watched lady Gaga's new video for Telephone. Life is changed.

Ily, Gaga.