Dear Petland

Dear Petland,
I have heard that you have been not only been buying dogs from puppy mills, where they mistreat their animals in many ways but you've also been lying to your customers about it. Your customers trust you to tell them everything they need to know about the pets they are considering to buy. I think not telling the that you buy your dogs from puppy mills is a very big piece of information that you are hiding from them. Not only that you don't tell them voluntarily but when they ask about it you lie. In my point of view buying dogs and other pets from puppy mills and lying about it is just as evil as actually mistreating the dogs yourself. I think this because by buying the dogs from them you are kind of showing that you support their ways and telling them to keep doing what their doing. To them they will do anything to make money and if what they're doing is making them money they will continue to do it. Why buy dogs and puppies from puppy mills when you could help the shelter by taking them in? Then you could have people adopt them rather. This would really help the dogs and shelters a lot. Every year a lot of puppies and dogs are "put to sleep" which is another way of saying killed all because they don't have enough space for them in the shelter. The dogs are only put to sleep when they can't find homes for them. Well while you're selling dogs and making money you are also causing less people to adopt from shelters and also causing more dogs to be put to sleep every year. I truly think that you should stop buying from puppy mills. It is effecting dogs all over. If not your customers should at least know what they are buying which is a dog that was bought from a puppy mill where they were mistreated. They have the right to know. I've been wondering why you guys would lie about such a thing and I realized that you're probably scared that you would lose your customers if you told them the truth. What your doing is wrong though. Your customers should be allowed to decide whether they would like to buy what they are buying and you have no right to lie to them.

Teenage Doll Crisis the movie...

Animal ToRturErERs or just heartless

Animal cruelty can be a lot of things but to me it will all fall under one category: PLAIN EVIL! I know one thing about animal cruelty, and that is that only heartless people could just stand there and let it happen. Anyone with a heart wouldn't and couldn't neglect their pets when they cry for their help or train them to fight in battles where they will meet certain death eventually. Even if their pet survives that battle, there will soon be a battle that it cannot win and will die. When this happens the owner is only filled with remorse if wasting their time training what he thinks was a worthless dog. He doesn't think or even care that he just took away a life of a living animal. All he cares about is that he didn't win his bet and money. Soon after one pet dies he buys another taking time to research about his next victim to see if that one will be able to win him some money to survive. To me this is basically using a animal to get by with life without giving anything back, not even the slightest bit of attention when not beating him or her. Other forms of animal cruelty involve not feeding your pet, not taking it to the veterinarian, beating him or her physically, or neglecting him or her by locking her up in an environment not suitable for any pet. I'm sure there are many other forms of how these heartless people torture their pets but there are also ways that we can fight them or in other words stop animal cruelty. Hmmmmm now if only I could come up with some... I guess we can start by reporting the animal cruelty when we see it. We can also treat our own pets with the love and care it deserves to prevent it from spreading and also encourage others to do the same. Ehhhhh that's basically all I have right now but I'm sure you guys can use your own brains to come up with some more ways. Be creative! ;]

What haPPens aftER dEath?? a MysteRY O.o

I just listened to the song The Thief in the Night by Aceyalone. It's supposedly about death and what Aceyalone thinks that is gong to happen after people die. From what I understand, he thinks that after we die, everyone and everything, not just human beings but animals too, our energy from our bodies leaves our body and goes into another. I'm not sure if that makes any sense to you but to me I think he's saying that he believes in recarnation. We are born over and over again but we don't remember our last life. Over the years my mom has taught me the same thing. It's just that she says that depending on how we bahave during our current life, it decides what we become in our next. There are different consiquenses for your actions that I'm not really sure about. I think there was one where if you beat your kids and wife you will become a widow in your next or not have kids at all. I'm sure that there are many others that I will get back to you with them but I'm not sure right now. I know if you are good in your current life, you will be rich or something like that. My mom also said that if you are a guy and you mistreat people or does a lot of wrong things in your life you will become a woman in your next life. She says that being a guy is better because they don't have to give birth or any of the other stuff that girls have to. Then if you are really bad and commit a lot of sins, then you will become a animal or an insects. I guess animals and insects are bad because they get killed and hunted a lot by us humans. I'm pretty sure that being a human is one of the best things on the list of things you can be in my religions beliefs. The best thing you can be is sort of like a god or something. My mom believes that it works like this, after you die, you will be brought to this plae where they decide what you will be in your next life. You will go through a series of tests like whether you were generous, selfish, greedy a liar and things like that. Every test you past you get closer to the platform because you are on a bridge when you are taking this test. Below you are a pit of snakes that will torture you, not kill because you're already dead. If you fail one of these test then the bridge will brake and you will be left to plummet into the pit of snakes. If you make it all the way on the other hand you will go up to heaven and be with all the gods and stuff like that. Over the years I just accepted my mom's theory, but these last few days I have been wondering what I think happens. I mean there is no scientific proof that there is a heaven and everythin is supposed to have a scientifc explanation right? Then again there are a lot of things that we don't know about. I kept on contridicting myself. The world wouldn't be fair if people didn't have to pay for the things they did wrong right? In the end I decided that the only way to find out was to die but by that time it wouldn't matter anymore because you can't share that knowledge with anyone alive. Right now I'm still debating whether there is a heaven and if my mom's theory makes sense. Just in case though I'm being very good this life, I'm not taking any chances because I don't want to fall into no pit of snakes. I'm an angel! 0=] See the halo? My mom also said I was one of the angels last life. No lie.

What was I tHiNkinG?? SsoooooOO not Worth iT!

My aqua and playoff 8's!! Luv dem... XD


Isn't it weird how when your deciding whether you should buy something or not, at that moment the answer is always yes? You try to come up with reasons why you should get it and no matter how ridiculous the ideas are they make sense at that moment. Then when you get home, after it's too late to turn back, you start to have second thoughts. That is when you actually realize how stupid you were to ever think that those reasons made sense. Not only that but you also start to think of reasons why you shouldn't have bought it and start to regret spending your money on that thing that seemed so important to you only a hour ago. I don't know about you guys but this happens to me a lot and all the time. It happens so much that I'm nearly filled with remourse and regret. Well not really, I get over it really fast and I don't make that many mistakes in life... do I? Anyways I think the most expensive mistake I made was buying 2 pairs of the Jordan 8's. Yea I know it's not anything big because I lied I don't really buy a lot of things I regret. I usually stick to my decision when it comes to buying things. I don't really even really regret buying 2 pairs of Jordan 8's that much or at all. I like them both and they're different colors so they match with different clothes. So I guess I don't really regret buying any of the things I bought. Sometimes I wonder if my sister ever regrets buying some of the things she buys though. She shops a lot and changes her style all the time. Only months after buying something she stops wearing it and soon you find her wearing something with a different style. It's not long until she has a totally new wardrobe. I'm pretty sure she does regret buying a lot of her stuff. Right now she's got something with the gray going on. Everything she buys is basically gray right now. I bet it won't be soon before that changes too. I'll let you know when that happens and I have a feeling that it's not going to be that long from now.

MY Realistic Fiction Story- Teenage Doll Crisis

The sunlight streamed in from Molly’s open curtains. Molly laid on her king sized bed feeling sleepy and groggy. All around her were her hundreds of dolls, each with different outfits.
“Oh!” she said jumping up as the memories from the day before flooded back.
The dolls closes to her flew up and landed on the floor with a little thud. Today was the day that he busy mother promised that they could actually be a family for a day. The whole family was going to the mall together for once. Remembering this, Molly jumped off the bed, picking up the doll right next to her. She glanced at the outfit it was wearing and picked out an outfit from her closet that looked exactly. While running down the stairs, Molly quickly ran her brush through her hair.
By the time Molly got downstairs, her mom was already making plans on her phone. Next to her mom sat her dad, a tall, stocky, stern looking man with his eyebrows pinched together making him have a permanent frown. He sat at the table picking at his pancakes without interest with one hand while staring at Molly’s clothes with disapproval. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Molly’s mom rushed the out the house. Molly sighed with relief. Her dad had been trying to get rid of her dolls and her clothes that looked like her doll’s clothes for a long time now and she knew he wasn’t ready to give up yet.
“Hurry up and get in the car. I have a meeting to get to at 4:00,” Molly’s mom nagged.
Soon the feeling of relief in Molly’s stomach turned into a knot of dread. Why she always has a meeting or an emergency at work, Molly thought to herself. Isn’t being my mom more important than any of that?
“Can’t you just miss one meeting and stay with us for once mommy? When they have an emergency and need someone to cover a shift, you go right away. They need you to work late. You do it without complaint. You’ve never missed a meeting before, would one really make a difference?” Molly cried.
Once she said it, she immediately wished she could take it back. If she wasn’t in for it with her mom she was definitely going to get it from her dad.
“Now listen here Mollyery Higge___” started Molly’s dad when her mom interrupted.
“Calm down now Chris, I’ll handle this,” Molly’s mom interrupted,” No Molly, I can’t miss a meeting not even once. We’ll have quality family time another time I promise.”
In the back seat sat Molly, next to her little brother, with her mouth wide open dumbfounded. Her mother never said anything so mother-like before. She usually just bought them whatever they wanted so they would leave her alone. That was why Molly had a king sized bed and the biggest room in the house. It was also how her whole doll collection started.
Then as if someone flipped a switch, Molly’s mom’s expression suddenly changed. Where there was an earnest apologetic face was replaced by a scowling expression.
“Close your mouth! You’ll catch flies!” cried Molly’s mom.
Molly’s mouth automatically closed robotically. By that time, the family car was pulling into one of the few available parking spaces. As Molly looked out the window and saw the sunlight reflecting against the mall building, her mouth unwillingly fell open again. Looking at the mall never failed to overwhelm Molly. She could never get over the fact that a town so small could have a mall so big and beautiful. It took years for the government to finance the building of the mall.
“Molly, what did I tell you about keeping your mouth open?” Molly’s mom cried.
Molly quickly scrambled out of the car, tripping on her own foot. Embarrassed, Molly quickly stood up straight and flattened her puffy white and pink dress. Then she whirled around and glared at her little brother Tony when she heard him snicker.
“Shut up! What are you laughing at you little twerp?” Molly shouted.
“Your disainability to get out of a car without tripping over your own gigantic feet,” Tony teased.
“Disainablity isn’t even a word you dope!” Molly cried.
“Enough you two, hurry up and get in the mall, I have a meeting to get to,” shouted Molly’s mom.
Tony quickly shoved Molly one last time then scurried off to catch up with his parents. Molly on the other hand just stayed behind and dragged her feet on the rocky gravel ground. The rocks beneath her feet made an annoying rhythm that pounded into her eardrums. Then suddenly a wave of fresh, air-conditioned air hit Molly in the face as she entered the mall. She abruptly looked up and spotted her family way in front of her waiting impatiently. Judging by her mom’s expression, Molly decided she shouldn’t keep her waiting any longer or else she was good as dead. Knowing this, Molly took hold of the ruffles on her dress and started to run full speed toward them. About halfway there, Molly tripped over her foot again. She fell to the floor, which felt icy cold compared to her face that was starting to burn bright red. When she got up, she could see Tony laughing, her dad slapping him, and her mom shaking her head shamefully as if embarrassed to have such a daughter.
When she finally got there, her mom hissed,” Can’t you even walk across a flat surface right?”
“Yea Molly, can’t you even walk across a flat surface right?” Tony teased with a high pitchy voice.
“Shut up! You’re the one who…” started Molly.
Both her parents turned around and glared a warning glance at her. They immediately sensed what Molly was going to say. It was the one thing that Molly was told to never talk about near Tony. When he was a little boy, he was what the doctors called a disabled baby. He couldn’t walk, crawl, or anything else that required using his legs. Then after years of saving up money, Molly’s parents were finally able to pay for his surgery. Tony’s surgery was completed when he was about 2 years old and he remembers nothing about his disability when he was little. His parents never told him because they felt like it would be better for him if he didn’t know about it.
Not noticing the tension between Molly and his parents, Tony said,” I’m the one what? Huh? Can’t think of anything can you?”
“Nothing, forget it,” Molly whispered under her breath, looking away ashamed
Right behind her as it turned out was her favorite doll store. To her surprise Brilliant Betsy just came into stores that day. In the front window was a Brilliant Betsy for display, a giant poster of her hung over on top of the front doors, and they were playing the brand new song featuring Brilliant Betsy that could be heard from where they were standing. Molly knew she had to get one of the Brilliant Betsy’s for her collection. It wouldn’t be complete without her.
“Mom, can I get one? Over there!” shouted Molly pointing at the bright and colorful store.
“No, no way! You have enough dolls at home. Plus, you are 15 now, you are way too old to be playing with dolls and-and dressing just like them!” shouted her uptight dad as he started to turn a darker shade of red by the second.
“I am not! Besides what I wear is my business, not yours daddy!” cried Molly.
"Do not talk to your father that way! You are to treat him with respect. He is right by the way, you're getting way too old for dolls. Now let's go, I'm going to be late for my meeting," said Molly's mom glancing at her watch.
"But Mom! We didn't even do anything together yet! We just got here!' Tony cried.
"Well you can thank your sister for walking so slow. Now let's go!" Molly's mom scowled.
"I'm not leaving without Brilliant Betsy," Molly pouted.
Molly's mom looked at her watch uncertainly. It was nearly 3:45. If she stayed any longer she would be late.
"Oh, alright! If buying that thing will get us out of this mall any faster then let's go get it," Molly's mom said giving in.
"Wait, wait a minute," Molly's dad said pulling his wife back," That's it? You're going to let her have it? Just like that? It's no wonder our children have turned spoiled!"
“Excuse me? You know what, I don’t have time for this. Just get her the doll so that I can get to my meeting. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to show up late?” Molly mom said walking away.
“Alright, alright I’ll get her the doll but I still think she’s getting to old,” grunted Molly’s dad while pulling out his wallet.
Soon, they were on their way home and as for Molly’s mom, she arrived safely on time for her meeting. No one knew at that time what Molly’s dad was planning in his head and how far he would go to get rid of his own daughter’s dolls. Slowly as he drove home his plan began to form in his mind. As soon as they got home he went to his office to arrange everything for his little plot. Meanwhile Molly was in her room talking to her best friend, Sandra, on the phone. Not only was Sandra always there for Molly but she also shares her love for dolls. Well maybe she didn’t go as far as to dress up like them like Molly did but she spent nearly as much time in her room rearranging her own collection.
“Are you serious? You got Brilliant Betsy? I’m so jealous right now. Your parents let you have everything! My parents always say stuff like if you want it, you have to pay for it yourself,” Sandra babbled.
“Not necessarily Sandra. I mean Brilliant Betsy is great but you should’ve seen my dad’s face when I got it. I think he really hates my dolls and clothes. I’ve never seen him so upset before," Molly confided.
"Really?" asked Sandra.
"Yes really! You know how I told he's been trying to get rid of my dolls and clothes for a long time now?" Molly whispered.
"Yea, what's your point?" Sandra asked suspiciously.
"My point is that don't you think it'll be weird of him to let all that go just because my mom yelled at him today?" Molly replied surprised that Sandra didn’t understand what she was trying to say.
"Come on Molly. Are you trying to say that your dad is going to do something really crazy to get rid of your dolls?" Sandra asked giggling.
"Well yea, I am. Sandra you don't believe me now but you would if you saw his face at the mall today when I got Betsy!" Molly cried.
"Molly! He's your dad for crying out loud. I really doubt that he would do something crazy like you say he would over something so small and minor," Sandra said seriously.
Molly thought this over. Was she really overreacting? After minutes of debating in her head, Molly decided that Sandra was probably right. He was her dad, he wouldn't do anything too crazy... would he? Just then Molly heard the front door slam downstairs which was soon followed by the muffled voices of her parents arguing.
"Yea I guess you're right. Listen, I have to go, my mom is home and my parents are arguing. I'll talk to you tomorrow okay? Bye!" Molly whispered.
After Molly hung up the phone, she rearranged her dolls one last time then went to bed. Whatever they were arguing about she didn’t want to hear of know about it.
The next day, as Molly walked home, a knot started to grow in her stomach. She had a bad feeling about what she would find when she got home. Nothing prepared her for what she really did see though. Even after talking herself into believing that her dad wouldn’t do anything crazy to get rid of her dolls, she knew deep inside that she was right. He wasn't going to let it go. In her front yard were little girls from all around the neighborhood with their mothers. Molly froze as she realized the only explanation for that many little girls to be in her front yard. She threw her books on the floor not caring about schoolwork anymore. As Molly ran around her yard, she looked at the dolls in all the little girl's hand. There was no doubt about it, they were all her dolls, which could only mean one thing. Her dad was selling her dolls! Just then Molly saw a little girl in the corner of her eyes that caught her attention. That was because in her hands she clutched Molly's first and favorite doll, Jenny.
"Oh no!" Molly cried as she ran and snatched the doll out of the little girl's hand.
The little girl immediately started to cry and claw at Molly yelling, "Give it back!"
Molly just brushed the little girl off and glared at her dad. Seeing Molly's heartless behavior, the mother of the little girl carefully steered her screaming child away, only looking back to glare at Molly. Molly's father just stared back at Molly evenly.
Then he said casually," How rude Molly. You just snatched that doll from a girl half your size."
Molly slowly started to turn dark pink as the anger within her started to build. How dare he, Molly thought in her head. How dare he go in my room, take my dolls sell them, all without her permission, then talk to her as if she was the one who did something wrong!
"Yes you are my dad, but you cannot just go in room, take my dolls, and SELL them!" Molly hissed through her gritted teeth.
Her dad opened his mouth to speak but Molly beat him to it.
"No," Molly said holding up her pointer finger, "Don't even say that I am too old for them because what I wear and what I play with is my choice not yours!
Molly's dad just stood there waiting for his daughter to stop yelling.
Then when he was positive that she let most of her anger cool off, he said calmly, "Molly, you don't know what you want. You think you want dolls but that's an illusion. What girls your age want is a guy's attention."
An image of Billy, the cute, popular, and sweet guy Molly was crushing on flashed through Molly's mind. Her face turned from a slightly pink of anger to a deep burning red of embarrassment. After a moment, Molly realized that if she admitted that she wanted a guy's attention, her dad would win. Having figured this out, Molly stood up straight and looked at her dad in the eyes.
"No it's not an illusion. I know what I want and it's not guys! It's for you to trust that I can figure out what I want for myself," Molly said calm and evenly.
She then took all her remaining dolls, including the ones that were scattered around her yard. This meaning, Molly took dolls from little girls and their mothers, whoever was holding one of her dolls, she would snatch it from them. By the time she was done, pretty much everyone in the neighborhood hated her, but Molly didn't care, as long as she was reunited with her dolls.
When Molly finished rearranging her dolls, she sat on her bed thinking about Billy. He was so cute, sweet, and best of all single! Molly heard that he was waiting out for someone special. She had been hoping that she was that special someone for a long time now but never had the guts to ask him straight up. Turning to her dolls for support, she realized that only half of them remained. Molly sighed and picked up Jenny.
"Well what do you think Jenny? Should I confront Billy and go straight up and ask him?" Molly asked.
Jenny just stared back at Molly through her button eyes. Molly sighed and threw Jenny to the other dolls. At that moment, Molly saw what her dad was talking about. She was a 15-year-old girl who was talking and dressing like a doll, something a toddler would do. Was she really getting too old for this? Molly thought this over and decided that there were some truth in what her dad said but that he still had no right to sell them while she was in school. At the mention of school, Molly remembered her books. She grabbed the sweater that went with her outfit and went downstairs. Through her windows, she could see that it was turning dark outside. She scurried to her front door hoping to avoid her dad. Luck was on her side for her dad was nowhere to be seen. Molly creeped out and found her books exactly where she left them. As she picked them up, she decided that it was time to find out the truth about Billy. Tomorrow she would march right up to him and ask him how he felt about her. No matter the response, she would be strong Molly promised herself. No more hiding.
The next morning, Molly woke up with a knot in her stomach. She took nearly a half a hour to pick out an outfit. When she finally decided, she ended up wearing her favorite jeans with her tight white shirt. Molly just made it to school as the late bell echoed through the hallways. All her classes passed in a blur as she daydreamed about Billy. Next thing she knew, she was in the lunchroom with Billy right in front of her. Molly took a deep breath and started to walk toward Billy and his friends. With every step, the knot within her stomach grew bigger and bigger.
"Hey Billy! Can I talk to you for a little while?" Molly asked.
"Oh, yea sure," Billy responded turning to his friends to say," I'll meet up with you guys later."
Molly waited until his friends were out of earshot, then said," You know how you said you were waiting for someone special?"
"You're wondering if you're that special someone right?" Billy asked reading Molly like a book.
"Ummm... yes," Molly said remembering the promise she made to herself.
"Well you are! I was waiting for you to ask me that for a long time now because to tell you the truth, I was scared to ask you how you felt," Billy said turning red.
Molly looked up at Billy with surprise. She was almost certain that he was going to laugh at her. He looked away embarrassed of his confession.
"I don't know what it is about you but I just want to be with you every minute of my life so badly. Even when you wear those really puffy dresses, something about you makes it look cute. I sometimes think that I love you," Billy said lovingly.
"Well I don't think, I know I love you" Molly said.
She tipie-toed, kissed Billy on the cheek, and then skipped away giggling. Nothing could ever ruin this day Molly thought in her head. She had no idea what was to come next though.
When Molly walked through her front door, her head was still in the stars. She didn't even notice the smell of smoke until she set her books down. Then she ran to the kitchen. No fire there, the stove wasn't even on. Confused, Molly ran up the stairs and saw her dad in her room burning her remaining dolls in the fireplace.
"Oh man! He's absolutely crazy!" Molly cried as she ran into her room to save her dolls.
She snatched the doll from her dad's hand just before he threw it in the fire. To her surprise, it was Jenny. Molly looked in the fire as the remains of Brilliant Betsy burned away to ashes.
"What are you doing? I told you to leave my dolls alone," Molly said calmly.
Molly's dad turned around with tears in his eyes. Molly just stood there frozen from the shock of her dad crying. She had never seen him shed a single tear before. Molly always thought her dad was a strict cold-hearted father that never cried. Turns out he just liked to hide his feelings. I guess he finally cracked, Molly thought in her head.
"I'm trying to help you Molly! Guys don't want girls that dress like that. If you keep going on like this, I'll be an old man with no grandchildren and I'm scared of that!" Molly's dad cried.
Molly just stood there shocked by her dad's reaction. Besides the crackling of the fire in the fireplace, it was completely silent. A feeling of understanding flooded through Molly. She led her dad to her bed. They both sat down.
"Dad, I'm not going to change who I am just for guys to like me. Besides, I have a boyfriend! His name is Billy," Molly explained.
"Billy? Are you talking about Billy Johnson, the cute and popular kid? He likes you?" Molly dad asked with his eyes wide open with surprise.
"He said he thinks he loves me. See daddy? People will love me for being me, and if they don't then they're not worth caring for," Molly said.
"I guess you're right. I can't believe that I tried to burn your dolls just now. Something just came over me. I was forcing you to change for my benefit. By the way I'm sorry. I'm sure your mom will buy you some more__" Molly's dad babbled.
"No it's fine. You were right. I guess I am getting too old for dolls. Besides I'm getting tired of wearing these clothes anyways. I don't know why but now that my dolls are gone, I'm not that obsessed with dolls anymore. If anything now I find the whole thing stupid. I just hope Sandra doesn't mind," Molly confided.
"Well if she's really your friend, she'll like you dolls or no dolls, just like I should have. Just to let you know, whatever interest you take on next, I'm with you 100%," Molly responded putting his arm on Molly's shoulder.
"Thanks daddy," Molly cried hugging him.
After her dad left to go make dinner, Molly called both Billy and Sandra. She told them everything that happened. Turns out Sandra was what Molly's dad would call a true friend. As for Billy, he was more like a good boyfriend. They were both fine with Molly ditching her dolls and doll-like clothes. Soon after Molly hung up the phone, her mom showed up at her door.
"Hey Molly. I heard about what happened today. We'll get you new clothes soon I promise," Molly's mom said.
"Alright," whispered Molly as her head hung down.
"Right now you'll have to get along with what you have and pack because we're all going to Florida for a month," Molly's mom reported smiling.
"What?" Molly asked looking up surprised.
"I've been thinking about what you said the other day and you were right. We do need some family time together. So, I took a month off so that we could all go to Florida," Molly's mom explained.
"R-Really?" Molly stuttered shocked.
"Yes really! Now you better pack up, we're leaving tomorrow morning," Molly's mom said winking and walking away.
Molly quickly scrambled out of bed, put Jenny in a special spot on her dresser, and started packing for what was soon to be the best month of her life.

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer comic

I made a comic about one of my favorite books, Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. I don't really think it looks like Twilight at all but that was the best I could do with the characters they had. Soooooo, enjoy! =D

HomE on HalloweeN... agAiN

Have you ever been stuck at home on Halloween? Not because you don't want to go out but because your parents believe that there are ghosts roaming around the streets taking over peoples bodies. You're all probably all thinking wow! your parents are crazy. I understand how you feel because I think the exact same thing back then and now. They believe that there are ghosts everyday but on Halloween they let the spirits from the underworld or something like that. So for years I have been forced to come home early and not go trick or treating like the rest of my friends. I know sad. =*[ teartear, I feel so bad for myself. Well anyways every single year, before I even go to school or ask to go out, they remind to come home early. I don't even bother asking if I could go out anymore on Halloween because I know the answer will always be NO! With the way they act when it even gets close to that time of year, it would be crazy for someone to still have hope that they could go out. What I think is crazy about my parent's policy of not going out on Halloween is that it only goes for me and my little sister, Cindy. My two older gets to go out on Halloween and stay out as long as they want. They don't care if my sisters stay out till 4 in the morning but if I come home at 6 in the afternoon they freak out. Things like this makes me wonder if they really believe that there are ghosts roming the streets. If they really did you would expect them to worry about their older daughters too right? I wonder if they're just making that up so that I would be scared to go out because if that's what they're trying to do, it's not working. All it's really doing is making me think that they are crazy and that they believe the weirdest things. If they really wanted to scare me they should've made up something like there are gangs out killing and slicing people or if they want to be creative, which I really doubt, there is a giant monster made out of jelly named Glob that eats everyone he sees. That was a little out of no where but back to the point. I have no candy on Halloween, and if you know me you would know that I LOVE candy. That's what makes it so sad for me when I'm not allowed to go out on Halloween. Well that's it about my Halloween crisis. Keep reading my blog to hear more about my sad life. =[

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TattoOs hOt oR noT??

Hmmmm... I have been thinking thinking about getting a tattoo(I'm not really planning on getting a tattoo) because they seem cool but I realize that there are a lot of drawbacks about them. Like the fact that if you have a tattoo, it is very hard to find a decent job. A lot of places have a job appearance requirements that includes no tattoos. Apart from the things you need to survive, what if I don't want it anymore? Then the only way to get rid of it is through a very painful process, and I don't know if you're some phsyco person that loves pain and bloodshed but I am the type of person that likes to keep my tears and blood in my body. I flinch from anything sharp or pointy like needles. Besides after you get rid of the tattoo, you will probably end up with a scar that will be a new permanent tattoo and not a pretty one either. If anything I would rather keep my old tattoo then get a big ugly scar. Another bad thing about having a tattoo doesn't hit you right away. It happens when you get old. Around the time when you get wrinkles and your skin starts to sag, that's when the effect starts to kick in. As your skin starts to sag so does your tattoo. It gets all wrinkly, so wrinkly that soon people will have to spread your skin to see what your tattoo is actually of. That can get really annoying. Having people crowding around you all the time. So those are the reasons I don't want to get a tattoo. There are a lot of good things about tattoos though too.

Starting with them just looking nice. :] Another thing that is good about a tattoo is it can express your personality and interests in a whole new way. It can show some people just how much you really care about them if you get it for them sometimes too. Besides almost everyone has at least one tattoo now a days. It almost seems like in order to fit in you need to have a tattoo. Then at the same time who really wants to fit in. I for one love being unique. I know it seems like I'm contradicting myself right now but the point is tattoos have it's ups and downs. I guess that's all the good and bad things about tattoos that I can come up with. Feel free to add more things if you like. So what do you think? Should I get a tattoo? Are they hot or not?

MET

After I watched the video about child laborers in the United States, I realized that while we are over here wishing that we weren't I school there are people that would give up everything they had to be able to go to school. Some of the people in the United States aren't able to go to school because they have to work on farms so that they could earn money for their families. Because of that the children either don't go to school at all or drop out. For the children that work on farms, it is very hard for them to keep up with the rest of the students in their class. Soon they fall behind because they have to leave early from school to go north and come back late. Because of the frustration of this they drop out of school.
Now there is a program called MET which stands for motivation, education, and training. They help the migrants that drop out of school. This program pays the children to go to school there so that the children don't have to work. This way, the families don't have to make the decision of whether to put their children on the field or let them stay in school.

QuackQuack MooooMooO OinkyOinky I'm on a FARM!

I am a farmer living in the United States. I hear from a runaway friend that not very far from here is a peaceful place where there is no child labor,where children get to be with their family, and everyone gets to go to school without worrying about letting their families down. I wish everyday that my family and I could run away and start a new life. A life where I'm not afraid to go home because I'm scared of the mad news to come. A life where I can actually be with and spend time with my family and friends. I don't think there is any job that is worst than the one I have. A job where people like me have to stand outside in the burning sun for hours picking up seeds one by one just to get 2 measly dollars a hour! I can't stand the heat, my skin is almost always burned and every movement hurts. Everyday it gets worse and when I get home, my only time I get to relax, I can't because when I lie down it hurts even more. Besides the heat of the sun, the chemicals and pesticides really bother me. They spray it daily to keep the insects out but it keeps more things out than they know. It also keeps me off the farm some days. I'm highly allergic to the chemicals and sometimes the pain gets the better of me. I stay home but I try and fight the pain everyday because I know that my family depends on the little bit of money I make. If I didn't work at least 12 hours a day my family will not only be poor but also homeless. I wish that day when I could leave this world behind and live a normal life with my friends and family would hurry up and come already. I'm tired of waiting.

My Life As A Gold Digger =[

I'm not the type of gold digger that you think I am. I am actually one of the children here in Africa that have to dig for gold at gold mines. I work for long torturous hours everyday but still I barely have enough money to eat let alone support my whole family. I live a lonely life with no friends because no one has time to talk when we have so much work to do. I once did have a close friend but that was a long time ago. He died when we were little, his body couldn't take what they made him do and soon enough he fell ill. It wasn't long before he was gone from the face of the Earth. Everyday I go to work holding onto the memories of him. I wake up before the sun comes up and walk for hours just to got to the mine. By the time I get there my feet are sore from walking bare foot but the work didn't even start yet. When I actually do start working it gets much worse. My hands burn from the mercury, my muscles ache from the hauling of heavy things, and the wounds I get from lowering my self into mine shafts 40 feet down never get the chance to heal. Every minute I sleep, I dream of the day that I will be able to live a normal childhood without the labor an work.

I got talents ~N~ dey betta den yourzZ

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HMMMM... It took me pretty long to figure out my talent but I think I've finally figured it out. My talent is that I could do lots of things with my tongue that others cannot. I could do the three leaf clover, flip my tongue and split my tongue down the middle so that it looks like a butt cheek. =P heehee I know it sounds weird and nasty but... well actually it is weird and nasty.But that's the only talent I came up with soo just bear with me. teehee ;P (wink wink)Whenever I show people what I can do with my tongue they are either grossed out or think it's sooooo cool. The whole tongue splitting thing though always gets the same reaction. Guess what it is! It's always "EEWWWWW gross how u do that???" Well don't care what other people think about my talent because it's unique and to me it's great. +_+... Why don't you guys try doing it. Bet you can't. Are you up for the challenge?? Good luck! =P

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