Man, soccer's really been messing with my mind, I've been building up all these metaphors and philosophical ideas that just work right with things I need to get out. And that's when I'm wheezing on the field through a jog or sprint, you know, when Coach C isn't calling anything out. It's good to just think and do yourself good at the same time.

Oh, I think I need to stop with ice cream. It builds phlem in my throat and that blocks my airways. Which all means I'm hacking it out on the field in order to breathe through my nose, but they can't take away my ice cream. . . Or maybe I should just make it a Good Job Babe thing?

We humans are stupid, stupid things. Smart, darn skippidy yeah, but still stupid. Still laughing at the jerk that criticises ridiculous stuff just for some attention. I say that make the Dunce Cap for them if they want eyes so much. And then there's the thing with how blah something is. Our DNA is crazy long and holds in a great amount of stuff. And all that really matters is what's inside of it. What it holds, not how it appears or its statisitcs for length and size and what it would look like if it were life-size. Because what matters is what's In It!!

And yet they're still people out there trying to see how many females they can fuel their One Minute Passion with and walk away with another name on the trophy. And those that are trying to building the greatest skyscrapers and money, Money, piling in for McDonald's and all that crap that we really don't need. And yet it's still so hard to just place in effort and willingness to help support human rights in other countries, in Africa!, and to just keep people healthy, even in This land.

Darn it, the Motherland needs us, my land needs us, and yet all any practically help country seems to do is pervert its truth and meaning, and make it seem as if we're worthless creatures that kill anyone and anything and don't feed our children. Well, if the world would turn its eyes to seeing that we, Africa, needs advice, help, counselling, support, and better media coverage[at least] then maybe things could shape up. Then maybe you could see that it's Not That We Don't Want to Feed Our Children, or that we willing sell them for prostitution. There those that just have to, Have to make those sacrifices, in order to try to build on some foundation that may still be there in their hearts and minds. Don't think the parents get rid of the kid without any after thoughts. They, We, have feelings, We Know what it's like to actually lose everything that holds meaning. We do and will cry when it's been too much. We're not ignorant, dark skinned, fools that run around chasing giraffes, lions, squirels, and anything that has meat. The only thing that we, that my family back home is doing, is trying to live. And for those that still don't know, yeah the first 3 years of my life dealt with no t.v., walking through rainforest for water, walking miles to school. . . [I didn't need, and some times still don't need, all those electronic crazy things to make me happy. Darn it, just someone, special to me, smiling at me, for me, makes me hyperly-happy. Some one screaming out all night that they love me makes me squeal like a fool!]

But anyway, back to the humans things and all. . . .That greed is a leading way of why and how Love and Help are euphanisms for "barter with me for what I want/need" hince Want is before Need for a reason *Ahem*. America needs to get its fat, greedy, ignorant @$$ out of Iraq and turn to Rwanda and Burundi and Sudan and Ethiopia were people actually Need You! Leave all that crappie fuel where is it, it's messing up the air anyway and the rainforests never come back easily.

Man, I've got stuff. . . I can talk too!. . .{Spams. . . .}

Kids at school need to shut up, do their work, and put in effort for themselves and the school. Stop making those who actually do try to give in effort have to make Majour decisions because barely anyone is doing anything anyway. I had to quit yearbook so I could give the Girl's Soccer teams another student, athlete, to believe in. Do Something, where ever you are. Don't make those who wish to not Break Commitments have to, it's infinitely harder than it sounds. A commitment is practically a sacred bond that some times only death can/should break. So what, people aren't doing anything and screaming of how they don't care, what about your teachers, eh? Think your "Screw it, I don't care" modes are really giving them reasons to come back everyday or at least try to make silabus interesting for us? Seriously, if you don't try to find your fuel now, how are you going to turn out right at all? How are you going to know, how you have to be, when others need you and you're graded by your heart and "passing" may mean nothing to you, but Surely isn't to others?

I know I have my "People can think what they want" moments but that's because I know where I want to go, need to do, am aiming for. I'm not sitting around trying to be some image that I'm not or just rotting in my bed or chair. I have the right to say that because I've found who I am. I know what I need, and I surely don't need negativity along with ignorant stupidity. I need humility yes, but not constant doubt in me or whoever you are or at least feel to be. If you don't have footing, how can you stand up and shout?. . . .

Man, I talk to myself a Lot. I say Waaaay better things when no one's around, even when Lonzio's isn't around. Yeah, even you, Lonzio. . .

[Majour Spasm Rant]But Gosh! Please don't make me feel like crap. Smiles are beautiful and natural, Use Them People!!! Please don't make me regret showing how I can be, if tomorrow's just nothing to you. Please don't make me feel like a fool for the random things I've done. Please have appreciation towards that give effort others give, into just knowing you. And if not, leave them alone. Don't allow the enchanted to be heartbroken, hurt, and cry because of that concept of "reality." Come and believe, dream, just fade away from the pollution and meditate on fancy, sweet, calming ideas and get a sense of what it's truly like to not feel a thing and just be content.

Please don't make me cry anymore. . .
[Uh, you must forgive me for ending it like that. Josh, LinZ, and Chris know that mode I've been in of recent and don't get to "I know what she's talking about" because it's double sided. Forgive me for concluding my rant like that, but I just kind of got a tad gloomy. Don't Worry! I'm going to be Cool and Alright!]