Bickson/ Yates
Mood:  happy
Topic: Bickson/Yates
" I want every single person on this planet to be happy, and i want everyone to fell excepted, by electing me today, youll have a better tommorow"

Larry Bickson
caucasion
Blonde hair
blue eyes
36
running for president
running mate: Malvo Yates

" I want perfection, you will get closer to perfection by electing me, and you will have a better , more fulfillnig tomorrow. "

Hispanic
red hair
Glasses
married
running for vice president

Best Day ever
Mood:  energetic
Now Playing: Toy Box - ICP
Topic: jsut another day
HEE HEE Ive had the best day ever!!!!! omg its been soooo fun , i hate debating i wont lie but i won 4 out of 4 of my rounds i only got credit for 3 of my rounds :( no biggy not impotrants the important thing is that i got acceptted !!!!! i get to go to austrailia this summer. out of 2,000 students 40 kids got picked and i was one of them!!!!! YEAH!!!
plus i got a ride home from a really hot guy today so , that makes it a better day all together!!

8D

nothing
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: poem on points of views
Nothing

We are not so different,
You and I.
But I scare you.
Is it because I embrace the idea of death?
Because I know that there is nothing after it?
That is what I seek.
Nothing.
You fear it because you beleive in a place called Hell.And that is where you are going.
Because to live, is to sin.
Sin is the only color left in the modern world.
I don't dream in black and white.

reality 2
Mood:  bright
Topic: poem on points of views
As I sat in sullen silence,
pondering Reality's Tale,
a gentle muse came drifting in,
her innocence a subtle veil.

She softly sat beside me
and questioned, "Why so sad, my friend?"
I looked upon her thoughtfully
and replied, "I'm awake, at dreaming's end."

"You've given up on dreaming?
What could cause this hopeless state?"
Her questions begged for answers,
and so I didn't make her wait.

"Reality has been cold to me,"
I said with a shaky voice.
"It made me see that dreamers
have a sad and painful choice."

"No matter the height I set my dreams,
Reality pulls me back to earth.
I want so much to believe in Love,
to know Faith and Hope's true worth."

"But every time I seek these things,
away from me they fly.
I stay aloft on dreamer's wings,
then Reality makes me cry."

"So if all I get is illusions,
then what point is there in belief?
I just want some satisfaction,
and yet all I get is grief."

The muse laid her hand upon my cheek,
and wiped away the tears that fell.
Her voice was kind, compassionate,
as her answer to me she did tell.

"Sweet one," she gently addressed me.
"The point is that you still keep trying.
For every dream of yours that fails,
another one will keep thee flying."

"Ever follow your heart, my friend.
Though it may continue to break,
the rewards that true Love can offer you
are worth the risks you take."

"Always remember that Hope can save,
and Faith can sometimes keep you going.
Though life is hard, and Reality harsher,
take comfort in this truth's knowing."

"Never give up what's important to you.
Dreamers accomplish some great things, you see.
If those Dreamers of the past had given up,
tell me, where would the present world be?"

"It takes such strength to be a Dreamer,
when the rest of the world is cold, it seems.
But it's us that keep the Light alive
so please don't give up on your dreams."

reality
Mood:  down
Topic: poem on points of views
Reality told me a story tonight,
It said that only dreamers bleed.
Being a dreamer once, myself,
I listened, my wisdom to feed.

"The trouble with dreamers," it told me,
"Is that all of them choose to be blind.
They ignore the signs I show them,
turn away when my harsh truth they find."

Reality had my attention, and more,
it gained logic's respectful due.
I sat back to ponder and listen again
and the words it spoke rang true.

"You see," it said. "They think with their hearts,
and their clarity of mind becomes lost.
They live with their heads caught up in the clouds,
and never contemplate paying my cost."

"When back to the cold earth they fall again,
they still whine and wonder why
their tender hearts get oh, so broken
and then all they can do is cry."

The last was said with a weary disgust
that mankind should be so naive.
"Then what," I asked. "About Faith and Trust?"
It answered, "Only a way to deceive."

"The truth is never pretty," it sighed.
"But an action will disprove a word."
I sat there listening with a once dreamer's ear,
my heart wishing it hadn't just heard.

I questioned, "Then what of Love and Hope?
Are not these vital ideals real?"
It answered, "Part of reality? Nope!
Just illusions that all dreamers feel."

I frowned in saddened frustration,
wanting to dispute all the things it had said.
My heart was arguing loudly
with the voice inside my head.

The experience Reality had shown me
said that all its words were truth.
Hard wisdom gained had jaded me
and stilled the dreams of youth.

"I don't know all the answers," said I,
as the bloodied Dreamer's teardrops ran.
"I wanted a world where I could have both,
but I don't know that I can."

Taking its leave, Reality spoke,
without turning back, whispered to me.
"When you finally wake from fool's dreaming," it said,
"Then my truth will indeed set you free."

if walls couls talk
Mood:  energetic
Topic: my stories
this i wrote in fifth grade w/ courtney and amamnda , me and courtney are going to try and improve it heres a summary of it


Justin , Amber , Liz , Courtney , Amanda, and Matt were all best friends since 4th grade . They knew just about everything about each other , but Justin has a secret , not a curse , nor gift , just a secret . This secret was dicovered when the six friends wanted to go to an old house that was abanndodned after a fire . The fire killed the people that lived there . On there way to the house they all plays rock paper sissors to see who gets to stay and keep watch , Justin offered , but Matt lost . Amanda while all of this was going on was peaking through a hole into the house , a tiny ray of light is all she could see with , she didnt see anything . Amber triped and fell on Amanda and made an entrance into the house . They all went inside , exept matt , and looked around . No one found anything exept a couple of old newspapers and burnt wall paper , the house looked like it was once beautiful . They decided to go upstairs there were a lot of pictures left up , one of them caught Justins eye . It was a man in a top hate whose eyes seemed to fallow him . Justin , being the clutz he is fell backwards and cut his hand on the wall . They all rushed down to see if he was ok , he wasnt crying or weeping , he looked dazed . They got him back to normal ..at least a little bit and he explained what happened , he said when his hand touched the wall he saw the entire life of the house , from its birth , to all thr people in it , to the day it was burned down and the people that died in it . He felt as if he knew the house and the people . His hand was badly cut and blood was all over his sleeve once he saw it , he started panicking . once he was calm they decided to find out why it happened and why it happened to him .............................

high school
Mood:  chillin'
Topic: what im looking forward 2
well this next year will be my first year of high school , im dieing to go , i took advanced math , but i dont have it write away i have all the classes i hate for the first part of the year . but ill survive i want to try to make it to the top of my class when i graduate .plus im anxious to find out what kind of ppl i will meet and if ill keep my friends , i wouldnt know what to do if my friends just became faces in the crowd . but its also a good chance to meet diffrent ppl with my same intrests i dont think ppl like me exist though lol but you never know . tons of diffrent kinds of ppl . im looking forward to it .

the village
Mood:  blue
Topic: movies
i saw the village today , that movie sucked , its hard to fallow . it got 4 out of 4 stars though and written by m night shayamalan , very dissapointing usualy he has really good movies like signs , the sixth sence ,and a couple others i cant think of , whats up with the towns people ?

poem
Topic: love
I try to find the words to express the feeling in my heart; I try to show you that I care, but I don't know where to start. I guess I'll start right here and I guess I'll start right now. I'll tell you that I love you and I'll tell you why and how. You are the one I want to lay next to when my time has passed. You are the one I've given myself to and you will be the last. You are the one I want for life, until the day I die. You are the one God sent for me, to be with me, and that is no lie. You are the one who brightens my day, with your smile bright and glowing. You are the one whom I wake up for each and every morning.

nikki , becky , jason
Mood:  happy
Topic: my friends
Nichole , Becky , Jason

Id give you each a page but it wont let me so , youll have to live w/ this , Becky i havent known you very long but your a cool person and i love your feet , we should hang out some time lol , Nichole , ive known you for forever and still keep in touch ,we've been through a lot and have changed a lot , i hope you get to leave brooklyn dark soon . ttyl , Jason , we've had some rough times but hopefully we can get over them , maybe we can hang out soon well ttyl byez