There's A Place In
Your Heart
And I Know That It Is Love
And This Place Could
Be Much
Brighter Than Tomorrow
And If You Really Try
You'll Find There's No Need
To Cry
In This Place You'll Feel
There's No Hurt Or Sorrow
There Are Ways
To Get There
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Little Space
Make A Better Place...
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
If You Want To Know Why
There's A Love That
Cannot Lie
Love Is Strong
It Only Cares For
Joyful Giving
If We Try
We Shall See
In This Bliss
We Cannot Feel
Fear Or Dread
We Stop Existing And
Start Living
Then It Feels That Always
Love's Enough For
Us Growing
So Make A Better World
Make A Better World...
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Dream We Were
Conceived In
Will Reveal A Joyful Face
And The World We
Once Believed In
Will Shine Again In Grace
Then Why Do We Keep
Strangling Life
Wound This Earth
Crucify Its Soul
Though It's Plain To See
This World Is Heavenly
Be God's Glow
We Could Fly So High
Let Our Spirits Never Die
In My Heart
I Feel You Are All
My Brothers
Create A World With
No Fear
Together We'll Cry
Happy Tears
See The Nations Turn
Their Swords
Into Plowshares
We Could Really Get There
If You Cared Enough
For The Living
Make A Little Space
To Make A Better Place...
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Three Jobs
Have you ever thought about what you are going to be when you are older? I haven’t really thought to hard on what I want to be when I get older but I have come to a decision of three different things In my opinion I don’t think that these are crazy jobs to want to have but some people might think they are. I would like to be ether a fashion designer, a cake designer, or a choreographer.
Ever since I was little I have always been interested in many different types of art but mostly drawing. I only like to draw black and white pictures and I still have some from long ago. I guess I just like less color and more detail, kind of like way back when they didn’t have a lot of color. In about second grade I remember that I stopped drawing the black and whit pictures that I was used top drawing and started top draw clothing. When I went to visit my grandparents I would show them my sketches and they would help me improve them by fixing mistakes or adding more detail. I remember that one time we made a book of my drawings and my grandma wrote a short story to go along with them. Later I found out that my grandpa was a watercolor artist and sells his paintings all over Wisconsin; this made me even more interested in art. My other grandpa died before I was born but my dad would tell me about when he would come home and he would be sitting on the sun porch painting in his spare time. We now keep some of his paintings hung around our house to remember him by, as well as my other grandpas paintings. I still draw today and every time I start a new drawing I always have both of them on my mind. So that kind of lead to drawing fashion.
Although I like to design clothing I also like to design cakes. Every year for my birthday I decorate my cake. When other family members have birthdays I will draw out my ideas for a cake on a sheet of paper and my mom will take it to the bakery to be made. When I design clothes it is in mostly black and white but not for the cakes. I love all the bright colors and how they shine as bright as the sun. I would watch cake designing shows as a little girl and point to the person on the screen and tell my mom that that’s who I wanted to be when I got older, she would just stare at me with a weird expression and say “well you can be what ever you want to be honey”. I think she truthfully wants me to have a more realistic job but I don’t care.
My next job has nothing to do with the other two but it is the one I like the most. I want to be a choreographer. When I was about four years old my mom singed me up for ballet. I preformed about three times and then stopped. I never knew why I stopped but I do know that I loved the class. When I was about seven I rejoined. We preformed once but then I had to stop for gymnastics. I still danced every night in my room and came up with routines to show my friends and family. I would dance every night and if I didn’t I would sit in bed and think about the steps in my head wile the music played on my pink Barbie boom box. I would do a dance over and over until I had it perfect so that I could show it to everyone else. Besides dancing at night the other thing that I liked to do was cheerleading which I started in fifth grade Later I found out that they had dance classes were I was taking gymnastics so I stopped gymnastics and joined dance again. We learned dances from movies such as High School Musical and later Hairspray. In sixth grade a joined the school dance team and I am still on that today and am thinking about joining a hip hop class at Fred Astaire dance studios. On the school dance team we learn many dances and perform at basketball games, as well as school assemblies. I still practice in my room every night for at least three hours per night. You may think that this is crazy but I love to dance and think it is perfectly normal. I love to dance. I love the sound of the music and the pitter patter of dance shoes on the wood floors. It is a big part of my life and I love it.
To me these are some of the most important things in my life and if I got the opportunity to spend the rest of my life doing one of them I would be as happy as a clam. Some people would think that it would be hard to have such elaborate jobs but I believe that anything is possible and I will have these jobs that I could spend my whole life doing.
Ever since I was little I have always been interested in many different types of art but mostly drawing. I only like to draw black and white pictures and I still have some from long ago. I guess I just like less color and more detail, kind of like way back when they didn’t have a lot of color. In about second grade I remember that I stopped drawing the black and whit pictures that I was used top drawing and started top draw clothing. When I went to visit my grandparents I would show them my sketches and they would help me improve them by fixing mistakes or adding more detail. I remember that one time we made a book of my drawings and my grandma wrote a short story to go along with them. Later I found out that my grandpa was a watercolor artist and sells his paintings all over Wisconsin; this made me even more interested in art. My other grandpa died before I was born but my dad would tell me about when he would come home and he would be sitting on the sun porch painting in his spare time. We now keep some of his paintings hung around our house to remember him by, as well as my other grandpas paintings. I still draw today and every time I start a new drawing I always have both of them on my mind. So that kind of lead to drawing fashion.
Although I like to design clothing I also like to design cakes. Every year for my birthday I decorate my cake. When other family members have birthdays I will draw out my ideas for a cake on a sheet of paper and my mom will take it to the bakery to be made. When I design clothes it is in mostly black and white but not for the cakes. I love all the bright colors and how they shine as bright as the sun. I would watch cake designing shows as a little girl and point to the person on the screen and tell my mom that that’s who I wanted to be when I got older, she would just stare at me with a weird expression and say “well you can be what ever you want to be honey”. I think she truthfully wants me to have a more realistic job but I don’t care.
My next job has nothing to do with the other two but it is the one I like the most. I want to be a choreographer. When I was about four years old my mom singed me up for ballet. I preformed about three times and then stopped. I never knew why I stopped but I do know that I loved the class. When I was about seven I rejoined. We preformed once but then I had to stop for gymnastics. I still danced every night in my room and came up with routines to show my friends and family. I would dance every night and if I didn’t I would sit in bed and think about the steps in my head wile the music played on my pink Barbie boom box. I would do a dance over and over until I had it perfect so that I could show it to everyone else. Besides dancing at night the other thing that I liked to do was cheerleading which I started in fifth grade Later I found out that they had dance classes were I was taking gymnastics so I stopped gymnastics and joined dance again. We learned dances from movies such as High School Musical and later Hairspray. In sixth grade a joined the school dance team and I am still on that today and am thinking about joining a hip hop class at Fred Astaire dance studios. On the school dance team we learn many dances and perform at basketball games, as well as school assemblies. I still practice in my room every night for at least three hours per night. You may think that this is crazy but I love to dance and think it is perfectly normal. I love to dance. I love the sound of the music and the pitter patter of dance shoes on the wood floors. It is a big part of my life and I love it.
To me these are some of the most important things in my life and if I got the opportunity to spend the rest of my life doing one of them I would be as happy as a clam. Some people would think that it would be hard to have such elaborate jobs but I believe that anything is possible and I will have these jobs that I could spend my whole life doing.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Question Of The Day
1.all time low
2.owl city
(to answer this question just answer it as a coment @ the bottom.)
2.owl city
(to answer this question just answer it as a coment @ the bottom.)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American musician, dancer, and entertainer. Referred to as the King of Pop, he is the most commercially successful and one of the most influential entertainers of all time. His unique contributions to music, dance, and fashion, along with a highly publicized personal life, made him a prominent figure in popular culture for over four decades.
Friday, December 4, 2009
We Ran Away (creative peice)
It was just like any other day at the church in Georgia, all the
nuns were all praying, but there was one nun that wasn’t thinking
about church, god, praying, or anything of that matter. Sister Gloria
had decided that she didn’t want to be a nun anymore because she
wanted to go back to her home in California and all that she had on her
mind was running away. She had never told anyone her plan to escape
because it would be to dangerous. Plus you can’t really trust anyone with
your secret.
The next morning when Sister Gloria was getting into her habit
she saw her suit case under the bed out of the corner of her eye. She
slowly kneeled down and quietly slid the old black suit case out from
under the bed. Then she felt warm air on the back of her neck. Sister
Gloria turned around and saw sister Maybell standing directly behind her
with a stingy look on her face.
“What in the world do you think you are doing? You know that you are supposed to be downstairs helping the children with their bible work” yelled sister Maybell.
If there was one thing that Sister Gloria hated was bible work because it was boring
and very hard. Sister Gloria complained about it in her diary all the time. She never understood why they made the children do it if it was so hard.
Sister Gloria replied back with a mumble of words that even she couldn’t understand.
“Say no more. I know that you want to leave, and so do I so because we are friends I will help you escape if you help me.” Said sister Maybell.
Both sisters decided to escape at night so they went to go help the kids with their bible work and kept their mouths sealed.
Dear Diary,
At around 5:15 PM Sister Maybell and I went to our rooms
and packed our stuff. We then met up in the church. The church was scary at night because it had to lights and so all you could see was candles. We left the church hoping nobody was watching us.
At about 7:46 PM. we knew that we had traveled far so after we went through about two cities tat we decided to go to bed for the night. We spotted a farmers field just up the road. We got to the field and made a bed with the extra clothing in our suit cases. We said a payer before we fell asleep thanking god for watching over us. The cold winds blew all night making it hard for us to sleep. But we were forced to because we had a long day of walking a head of us. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Today is another big day. We have to get to Alabama by sun down because Maybell is the leader and whatever she says goes (to tell you the truth I don’t really like that rule). By the time that we reached Alabama I was so tired and both of us collapsed in the middle of the road. We had to crawl to the side were they slept for the night. Every time that a car drove by the cold mud would splash up against our faces but because we were so tired we didn’t even care. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
At around 3:15 AM the we both heard the voice of priest Michael and some other unfamiliar voices coming from across the street. The voice of priest Michael was yelling at the other men telling them that that knew we were close and he was right but the other men didn’t believe him. We then saw flash lights lashing everywhere around us and when they hit us we rolled down into the ditch behind us. We were so thankful that weren’t caught so we decided to thank god and say a prayer. Then we fell back a sleep and for all we know the men never saw us. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
The next morning we set of and walked all day. They reached Missouri (as Sister Maybell planed.) we knew they had walked too far so we snuck into a motel and slept there for the night. The motel was atrocious. There was beer, blood, food, and poop stains on the floor that had the most horrible stench that they have ever smelt. In the corner there was an old worn out air freshener that was supposed to help the smell but no longer did. The ripped up wet couch stood on one broken leg on one side of the room. On the other side of the room lye the walls from a bathroom stall on the ground and above the walls was a rusty, chipped, cold piece of stone that looked like a toilet but wouldn’t flush. The walls we stained with mold growing from the corners and old mouse holes and alcohol leaked out of the cracks in them. The bed was nothing but a mattress pad that looked no longer like a mattress pad but now like a piece of paper that was found on the street. That’s all that this small motel could hold in one room. I didn’t understand why they would make people pay to sleep in such a dump so I was thankful that we snuck in instead. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
The next morning we had to get out immediately because we didn’t want to be caught and the motel was just to torn up to stay in any more. By the end for the day we had reached Massachusetts and knew then that we were probably the fastest walkers in the world. We went to the church in Pitchfeild and slept on the hard wooden pews. The church was silent and peaceful. Even though it was a horrible place to sleep we were so grateful to sleep in a warm and protected place. Believe it or not that was the best place that I spent over night at in years. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
We woke up and sister Maybell found a twenty dollar bill under one of the pews so she took it and we found the nearest café and bought ourselves the first meal in days. Then we left and kept walking. By 9:30 PM we had reached Arkansas. That night we slept outside again. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Today is going to be great because we are going to walk all the way to Texas. The closer I get to home the more safe I feel. Also when we finally reach home I will have rock hard thighs from all this walking. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
We got to Texas and slept at Sister Maybell’s aunt’s house for the night. We had to lie and say that we were just visiting for the night because we didn’t want her to worry. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Maybell’s aunt offered to buy us plane tickets home so we said yes and before we knew it we were back in California. We ran home.
Love, Sister Gloria
Ten Years Later…….
Dear Diary,
I would like to thank god for getting me home safe and I would like you to love Sister Maybell as much as you can when she is with you because I wont be seeing her until my day comes. Thank you for the great days with her and for making her so nice. I think of her every day and just wish she was with me but I guess you loved her too much and wanted her back. Maybell ran to heaven.
Love, Sister Gloria
nuns were all praying, but there was one nun that wasn’t thinking
about church, god, praying, or anything of that matter. Sister Gloria
had decided that she didn’t want to be a nun anymore because she
wanted to go back to her home in California and all that she had on her
mind was running away. She had never told anyone her plan to escape
because it would be to dangerous. Plus you can’t really trust anyone with
your secret.
The next morning when Sister Gloria was getting into her habit
she saw her suit case under the bed out of the corner of her eye. She
slowly kneeled down and quietly slid the old black suit case out from
under the bed. Then she felt warm air on the back of her neck. Sister
Gloria turned around and saw sister Maybell standing directly behind her
with a stingy look on her face.
“What in the world do you think you are doing? You know that you are supposed to be downstairs helping the children with their bible work” yelled sister Maybell.
If there was one thing that Sister Gloria hated was bible work because it was boring
and very hard. Sister Gloria complained about it in her diary all the time. She never understood why they made the children do it if it was so hard.
Sister Gloria replied back with a mumble of words that even she couldn’t understand.
“Say no more. I know that you want to leave, and so do I so because we are friends I will help you escape if you help me.” Said sister Maybell.
Both sisters decided to escape at night so they went to go help the kids with their bible work and kept their mouths sealed.
Dear Diary,
At around 5:15 PM Sister Maybell and I went to our rooms
and packed our stuff. We then met up in the church. The church was scary at night because it had to lights and so all you could see was candles. We left the church hoping nobody was watching us.
At about 7:46 PM. we knew that we had traveled far so after we went through about two cities tat we decided to go to bed for the night. We spotted a farmers field just up the road. We got to the field and made a bed with the extra clothing in our suit cases. We said a payer before we fell asleep thanking god for watching over us. The cold winds blew all night making it hard for us to sleep. But we were forced to because we had a long day of walking a head of us. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Today is another big day. We have to get to Alabama by sun down because Maybell is the leader and whatever she says goes (to tell you the truth I don’t really like that rule). By the time that we reached Alabama I was so tired and both of us collapsed in the middle of the road. We had to crawl to the side were they slept for the night. Every time that a car drove by the cold mud would splash up against our faces but because we were so tired we didn’t even care. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
At around 3:15 AM the we both heard the voice of priest Michael and some other unfamiliar voices coming from across the street. The voice of priest Michael was yelling at the other men telling them that that knew we were close and he was right but the other men didn’t believe him. We then saw flash lights lashing everywhere around us and when they hit us we rolled down into the ditch behind us. We were so thankful that weren’t caught so we decided to thank god and say a prayer. Then we fell back a sleep and for all we know the men never saw us. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
The next morning we set of and walked all day. They reached Missouri (as Sister Maybell planed.) we knew they had walked too far so we snuck into a motel and slept there for the night. The motel was atrocious. There was beer, blood, food, and poop stains on the floor that had the most horrible stench that they have ever smelt. In the corner there was an old worn out air freshener that was supposed to help the smell but no longer did. The ripped up wet couch stood on one broken leg on one side of the room. On the other side of the room lye the walls from a bathroom stall on the ground and above the walls was a rusty, chipped, cold piece of stone that looked like a toilet but wouldn’t flush. The walls we stained with mold growing from the corners and old mouse holes and alcohol leaked out of the cracks in them. The bed was nothing but a mattress pad that looked no longer like a mattress pad but now like a piece of paper that was found on the street. That’s all that this small motel could hold in one room. I didn’t understand why they would make people pay to sleep in such a dump so I was thankful that we snuck in instead. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
The next morning we had to get out immediately because we didn’t want to be caught and the motel was just to torn up to stay in any more. By the end for the day we had reached Massachusetts and knew then that we were probably the fastest walkers in the world. We went to the church in Pitchfeild and slept on the hard wooden pews. The church was silent and peaceful. Even though it was a horrible place to sleep we were so grateful to sleep in a warm and protected place. Believe it or not that was the best place that I spent over night at in years. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
We woke up and sister Maybell found a twenty dollar bill under one of the pews so she took it and we found the nearest café and bought ourselves the first meal in days. Then we left and kept walking. By 9:30 PM we had reached Arkansas. That night we slept outside again. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Today is going to be great because we are going to walk all the way to Texas. The closer I get to home the more safe I feel. Also when we finally reach home I will have rock hard thighs from all this walking. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
We got to Texas and slept at Sister Maybell’s aunt’s house for the night. We had to lie and say that we were just visiting for the night because we didn’t want her to worry. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Maybell’s aunt offered to buy us plane tickets home so we said yes and before we knew it we were back in California. We ran home.
Love, Sister Gloria
Ten Years Later…….
Dear Diary,
I would like to thank god for getting me home safe and I would like you to love Sister Maybell as much as you can when she is with you because I wont be seeing her until my day comes. Thank you for the great days with her and for making her so nice. I think of her every day and just wish she was with me but I guess you loved her too much and wanted her back. Maybell ran to heaven.
Love, Sister Gloria
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