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 Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 10:28 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 10:34 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 10:38 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:02 pm
Is there honestly such a thing as an ignorant opinion? neutral
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:33 pm
I'm pretty sure we are supposed to post on the fourm so here I go *sigh*
It all started in 4th grade, so many things have happened some I would rather not speek of...
"WOOF WOOF!" I heard my dog Sarena call from my bedside I kneeled over the edge of my bed and patted her on the head. "Whats up Sarena?" I asked the brown colle. "WOOF!" She answered. I smiled and hopped out of bed. Sarena was always a very mean dog, but for some reason insted of being a mean and angry dog twords me she protected me and let me use her for a pillow at night. (I can't recall exsactly What happened that day but UI do remember My grand ma trying to hit me.) I cried as she screamed twords me. Sarena came up from behind my grand ma and bit her pants leg to try and perotect me. My grandmother simply locked her up and sucked up to me to try and make her be on my good side.
Then just about 5 years after that when ui was about 9 My ugly, old,grandma left all the dogs including Sarena to die in the house. I have never forgivin her. and just last year me and Amber wher down stairs in the base ment watching TV and i had gotten loud. My Deamon grandmother came down stairs and smaked Amber accusing her of screaming when she knew it was me. The only reason she wouldn't hit me anymore is becouse I tolled my mother about what happened the night we where at Matts house.
Me and Mat where goofing off and I ate a peice of hamburger meat. I was pretending it was dog food. Then my grand ma stormed out of Mats kitchen and started Hitting me repetedly, I still hate every bit of her. Every time she comes over and she starts acting like she owns the house I feel its my right to yell back at her. So I do.
And another part of my life that screwed me up so badly is the family fights. Every day my family has something to fight about, But the worst happened just last mounth. My grandmothers dog tank (who lived in indiana in a house owned by MY parents) had attacked her othe little dog bandit. I loved bandit so much just as much as I love Sarena. Bandit ended up dieing on the coutch. When I found out about this I also found out that my uncle Jason took my beloved tank into the grage and staerted to beat him with a 2x4 saying that he was gonna kill him. The thing I dreded worst was my Grandpa shown coming home and beating the crap outta Jason for trying to kill tank.
That very day i called my friend Mer and I met her down by Martie's house. I tolled her what happened and broke down crying in the middle of the story. She took me into martie's house (there was no one home) and helped me calm down by using her gentle words.
Out of all the people I know I couldn't thank anyone more than Mackenzie. She helps me with everything to home work to family problems. And I have to thank her forbeing there for me. I also must thank Guilt She helped me through rough times Even If I didn't say anythin g about thows times.
Through all the bad things (and some I would rather not speak of) the worst thing is what i cant say. That thing is a secret someone tolled me and I'm really worried about that someone. Although I should be worrieing more about myself, Lets just say I've been going to a theripast all my life and its not helping.
(It didn't realy come out like a story more of me just ranting -_-)
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 6:31 pm
You Got Godmail Is there honestly such a thing as an ignorant opinion? neutral
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 6:34 pm
TheRiversDepths I'm pretty sure we are supposed to post on the fourm so here I go *sigh* It all started in 4th grade, so many things have happened some I would rather not speek of... "WOOF WOOF!" I heard my dog Sarena call from my bedside I kneeled over the edge of my bed and patted her on the head. "Whats up Sarena?" I asked the brown colle. "WOOF!" She answered. I smiled and hopped out of bed. Sarena was always a very mean dog, but for some reason insted of being a mean and angry dog twords me she protected me and let me use her for a pillow at night. (I can't recall exsactly What happened that day but UI do remember My grand ma trying to hit me.) I cried as she screamed twords me. Sarena came up from behind my grand ma and bit her pants leg to try and perotect me. My grandmother simply locked her up and sucked up to me to try and make her be on my good side. Then just about 5 years after that when ui was about 9 My ugly, old,grandma left all the dogs including Sarena to die in the house. I have never forgivin her. and just last year me and Amber wher down stairs in the base ment watching TV and i had gotten loud. My Deamon grandmother came down stairs and smaked Amber accusing her of screaming when she knew it was me. The only reason she wouldn't hit me anymore is becouse I tolled my mother about what happened the night we where at Matts house. Me and Mat where goofing off and I ate a peice of hamburger meat. I was pretending it was dog food. Then my grand ma stormed out of Mats kitchen and started Hitting me repetedly, I still hate every bit of her. Every time she comes over and she starts acting like she owns the house I feel its my right to yell back at her. So I do. And another part of my life that screwed me up so badly is the family fights. Every day my family has something to fight about, But the worst happened just last mounth. My grandmothers dog tank (who lived in indiana in a house owned by MY parents) had attacked her othe little dog bandit. I loved bandit so much just as much as I love Sarena. Bandit ended up dieing on the coutch. When I found out about this I also found out that my uncle Jason took my beloved tank into the grage and staerted to beat him with a 2x4 saying that he was gonna kill him. The thing I dreded worst was my Grandpa shown coming home and beating the crap outta Jason for trying to kill tank. That very day i called my friend Mer and I met her down by Martie's house. I tolled her what happened and broke down crying in the middle of the story. She took me into martie's house (there was no one home) and helped me calm down by using her gentle words. Out of all the people I know I couldn't thank anyone more than Mackenzie. She helps me with everything to home work to family problems. And I have to thank her forbeing there for me. I also must thank Guilt She helped me through rough times Even If I didn't say anythin g about thows times. Through all the bad things (and some I would rather not speak of) the worst thing is what i cant say. I have so much more to say but I gotta go. Can I add more later?
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 3:21 pm
Um
-scratches head-
Could we have a little bit more clairfication on what exactly where supposed to do?
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 6:57 pm
i don't get what we are suppose to do
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 5:46 pm
M..o..u..s..e You Got Godmail Is there honestly such a thing as an ignorant opinion? neutral
I disagree...which in your case might be considered an ignorant opinion.
However, my disagreement is nothing but an opinion, and one's mere judgement of it ignorant or reasonable does not immediately prove it to be so.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 12:58 am
You Got Godmail M..o..u..s..e You Got Godmail Is there honestly such a thing as an ignorant opinion? neutral
I disagree...which in your case might be considered an ignorant opinion.
However, my disagreement is nothing but an opinion, and one's mere judgement of it ignorant or reasonable does not immediately prove it to be so.i agree with you but as Jason and Grant say from the Ghost Hunters: "There will always be people who disagree, and people that agree on any given subject" It all depends on what you want to fight but i agree.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 1:39 pm
Yes, it happens when someone is overly-confident and gives an opinion that just wastes room on the thres...that what it is.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 1:43 pm
JUST WRITE! poeple, if there is something wrong with it then you will live okay? Just live to learn. AND CHILLAX! Here's my story's beginning...it is cut off but I like to leave the reader's mind wandering before I post again. Like lexi said, "you may write it throughout different posts."
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 1:57 pm
Sam sat on her roof every night watching the stars. She had always loved how they glittered and shone up above her, she had always thought since she was little that God had been drawing sketches of his creations and all the stars were crumpled up pieces of paper that glowed from his righteous touch. At least that’s what mama said before she passed on, Sam had written about the tragic death of her mother recently and as she sat there on the roof she read it aloud to herself-
The tattered chair sat all alone
In the corner where mama had sewn
A coat of dust now sits and weeps
But in her memory we will steep
She always said to reach up high
I'm so tired, I can't cry
Some days I just want to see
Just how high that I can aim to be
Smile, they say, smile and laugh
But I just can't, like a note stuck on a staff
The sound I make is always the same
Only now, it is with shame.
Tears fell from her eyes, could she have really died? It hadn’t seemed like it then. Nothing seemed real that night when I forgot to lock the door. The night the murderer got in and killed her. Carter and Sam had been lucky, not killed by this monster of a man. Carter tapped on the window as Sam wiped her tears away and sniffed. He realized that she had been crying as the lamp post's light shone onto her pale face. Sam looked down as Carter pulled himself out of the window after her. Sam bit her lip and said "no that's alright, I am coming in now," "Okay, he said softly. Sam pulled herself up to the window and entered the house. "Kids!" their father yelled. from the bottom of the stairs. Sam and Carter have never heard their father yell like that before. Sam knew that if he was in danger he wouldn't have called them down to face it too. They hadn't been able to move from the house after she died because they couldn't afford it and sometimes their father claimed that he smelled her perfume, or that the clock spun to the time that she died. Sam and Carter never fully believed him until now. They turned from the bottom of the stairs into the living room and their dad sat on the couch. But it wasn't that that caught their eye, there sitting in mother's chair was...mom. The kids sat there in awe were they seeing this or was it real? "hello children,"she said, she sounded the same...
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 6:04 pm
'll post something, later. got to go now!!
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