Rich School

OK I have a really bad, um, I think it's a simile or something. America is like the "rich school." You all know what I am talking about. Take Duluth East for example. Who likes Duluth East besides about 1/2 of the kids who go there? Maybe more than 1/2, I don't know, but whatever. See, we all "hate" them because they are richer than we are. They have more stuff, they recruit their sports teams. They have the money to do that kind of stuff. I mean they even have a high school dance team. Come on people! The thing is though, not all people who go to these rich schools like them. They have trouble with the people who are the stereotypical "rich kids." Take Kamran for example, he is one of these people who don't like their high school or town or people in it,,, for the most part. Eagan is another "rich school" and he is living proof that not all the kids in there fit the stereotype. Well, if you were from a country other than the U.S. wouldn't you hate us too? What do we have that you don't,,?? Money. The means of doing all this stuff that is sometimes really not needed. I mean, we even destroy the earth more than the rest of the world thinks is OK, why? Oh because then our president (unfortunately it is who it is) can get more, what? MONEY. you got it! Fortunately, not everyone in the country is the stereotypical "rich kid" and many of us have issues with those of us who are..... but what does every other country see? Just what we see about the rich schools,,, the stereotypes. That is unless we leave the country and let others get to know us, but that doesn't happen very often. why? because sometimes the only ones who can afford to be on the international news and to actually leave the country are the ones with enough money, the "rich kids."

The other reason is that we want to wipe out every culture in the world and make everyone be American. But don't get me started on that just yet.

Right has awakened

Yay, I have woken up my right brain. And all I had to do was start painting. If only i knew. OK, I am sure I did know, but my left brain is sometimes too stubborn to step down for a bit and let me become balanced. Not that I'm balanced very often! But anyway I noticed last night that once my right brain wakes up, it is hard for me to put it to bed. . . I think it's because that side of the head takes no notice to time or anything really besides doing its thing. Any more questions about the oddities of artists? They are ruled by their right brain, see, they just do whatever it wants. And there's no problem with that because really the right brain is always in this sort of bliss. Thankfully, I have figured out that living there doesn't really work for me and wouldn't work for me. The drawback is that sometimes I can't let it control everything, and that my left brain gets to rule a lot. Logic and reality, who wants to live there? (Sorry Kamran!) I'm just kidding! You have to have a bit of both. Even when you think you can't draw or do anything artsy. It's not just visual arts anyway; you can sing, write, daydream (in a non-logical sort of way), act--and you all know we all do that once in a while! So anyway, what was I talking about (see what I mean about doing whatever it wants?) HAHA. I love you all, talk to you later! Have a really good awesome fun day, no matter what brain has you.

It Matters to Someone

Pick up a piece of the puzzle
Cry out loud
Search all around but don't
Make a sound
Fears won't hide between
Grains of sand
Something inside must
Take a stand

Leave unquestioned thoughts
Without space
Anger hides within a
Pretty face
Opened eyes
Start to cry
Only question with a voice
Simply "Why?"

Should it move?
Can it stay?
What will happen in a-
Nother day?
Pick up another
Throw it back
Will it matter? Now,
Go and ask.

Times are sad
What's it for?
The world can't change without
So much more
Ignore the hatred
Just throw on
The world will be changed now
For someone . . .

Not that I didn't have anything

Well, shit,
I was right... It's not that I didn't have anything to write about while I was gone,,, but rather that, why would I want to sit in a smokey locutorio and spend any more time than I had to writing English on the computer? NONONO... not that I fell in total and absolute love with Buenos Aires, but we weren't there the whole time... if we were,,,,,,,, it might have been different. I am sad to see that Amy's blog is gone,,, because I missed everything from the 21st of Dec... oh well. I guess I don't even know when it died, or zombied, whatever the case may be.
Anyway, I could write a book about my trip. but I'll just say that I went there (among MANY more things) to regain an appreciation for the US, for what we have here and for all that i know I take for granted... Well, it kind of worked itself backwards on me. I mean, I did realize a lot of what I have here and like about it here, but it only reiterated the parts of America that I hate.... to a much higher degree...AAAAHHHHHHHHH. Not that I'd want to live in Argentina, they don't even recycle!!! it nearly killed us to have to trash all our water bottles... :( But all said and done I'm mostly glad i'm back. I learned more than I could have imagined, and speak a ton better (still not well, but much better), and hell, I saw penguins, within a foot of penguins and that's no exaggeration! damn their cute... later!