Follow Your Dreams

The only way to get the most out of life is by following your dreams. Research shows that people who followed their dreams received more money in the long run than other people who did not follow their dreams.

If you do not know or have dreams do not be alarmed. Eventually what God created you will be revealed one way or another. Everyone has a special talent that will make the world a better place.

Dreams are the gateways to eternal bliss.

Weed Wacker

On November 13th our class went to see the Chelsea Galleries in the City. In one of the galleries there was so much nudity in each portrait that I just wanted to go to a local store and buy a weed whacker so the paintings looked half way decent. I distinctly remember that one portrait shot had a garden setting. The garden was well trimmed and did not any weed in sight. Right when you look at what the center of the portrait is about hell breaks loose. There is a women bending down nude who looks like she has not shaved for decades. It was so disgusting that I actually told everyone "I need a weed wacker to take the hair off of that women!" My classmates and teachers thought I was just joking, but I was actually seri0us. It should be a law to shave before taking a nude shot because now I am scared for the rest of my life!

My Dream

Last night I remember dreaming about my teacher went on a rampage killing everyone he saw. While he slicing and maiming everyone, his complexion transformed to a fierce red. My teacher had huge horns that came out the side of his head. His eyes changed into a color of red that I have never seen before. It was redder than blood gushing out of the people he was killing. Once the police came justice took its course and he went to jail. Despite his insanity, I visited him at his prison cell. When I visited, he had to go outside for some strange reason. When my teacher walked outside a cop had to escort him with a gun pointed at my teacher for every movement he made. Once he was outside they made him walk around a race track to torture him. While my teacher was at the race track a car escorted him instead of the cop. When I was watching him walk around the race track he suddenly tried to jump up onto the back of the car. When he jumped up he missed and fell onto the muddy, and raunchy ground. It was frightening to watch because to think that my teacher used to be in a stable state of mind teaching me, until he became insane killing everyone in sight.

Flash Fiction

"Ugh! what a day at school!" As I was lying in bed ruminating about the laborious day a light glistens into my eyes. It is coming from my window in my bedroom. Curiously, creeping towards my window, I witness my neighbor who is staring at her dresser trying to decide which nightgown to wear for bed. From this sight my eyes pop out of my head in awe. My neighbor is a women in her twenties. Her olive skin toned body and foxy curves is a man's dream. She proceeds to meticulously lift her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. Bending her hips, she slowly takes off her brown belt and her jeans fall to the ground. The only clothing stopping me from seeing her entire bod is her bra and underwear. Not aware of her moving head, I am gazing at her wondrous body. For an instant I look above her torso and her face is looking directly at me. She tries to pull down her blind, but they won't go down. Tugging and pulling with all her might, she can't pull them down. Thinking on my feet, I took out my cell phone and called her. She picks up and says, "Why were you staring at me?" I responded, "I was just about to call you to let you know your window was open." She continues to say, "Really? How thoughtful!"

Wisdom, Emotions, and Physical Features

Do you live as if wisdom is your kingdom?

A world where emotion is your notion.

Do you pamper your physical features like a spoiled pet?

Humanity has a lot of convictions over addictions.

With wisdom words reign your stately kingdom.

The vowels are the aristocracy amongst the kingdom,

While the consonants are the lower class

If expressing your emotions is your notion

You hang on for your dear life

When riding the emotional roller coaster.

Going steadily up, then abruptly down

Unsure whether to smile or frown at the ground

If you pamper your physical features like a spoiled pet

You must not forget

To continuously feed and nurture, feed and nurture

Buying new clothes from the changing fashion

Is your ultimate satisfaction

For this expensive passion.

Wisdom, Emotions, and physical features

Which engulfs your life?

Fairy

Skipping like a fairy

..............feel very gay

...........................................but, I don't care

because I'm the best fairy alive!

..............to qualify as a fairy

........................you must follow these 10 commandments.

#1: Your wings must be cleaned and sprinkled with "special fairy dust" at least twice a day.

#2: You have to wax your entire body minus top of the head at least once a week. Have you ever seen a hairy fairy?

#3: Find a mate who completes you

#4: Do not be afraid of being a social outcast. The big secret is that those who mock and ridicule fairies are just jealous because they can't fly.

#5: Never use the word "fly" in public because you may offend a useless human being who can't fly.

#6: Once a year fairies must take flying lessons to learn new tricks and ways to prevent falling onto the ground.

#7: Exercise daily to stay fit. Why do you think pigs can't fly?

#8: Have enthusiasm! Enthusiasm is crucial in being a fairy. Look at Tinker Bell for example. She was alway cheerful and enthusiastic when talking to Peter Pan.

#9: Under any circumstances do not pass gas, or burp. Fairies are creatures who have high standards for manners.

#10: Always let a human go before you. Their race doesn't fully grasp the concept of manners. Stupid, pesky humans!

The Bright Yellow Horse

As I walk to my car I realize that - - -it isn't in my driveway! Instead of my green 2005 Hyundai Sonata there is a bight yellow and decorative merry-go-round horse. It had beautiful, clear yellow eyes that were so radiant I felt as if the sun's rays were shining upon me. The saddle was a tickle me pink colored tone, which surmounted the boundaries of masculine qualities. Reluctantly, I hopped onto the horse since I had a class to go to.

In the corner of my eye I see my neighbor who usually says, "Good morning" to me. Today she hesitates and says, "Uh... Good morning, Guy, quite a ride you got there" with a jeered tone. I replied sarcastically, "Good morning, Catalina, this right here is a thoroughbred." As my sarcastic smile dwindled away I started to make my way to class.

At the first red light I stop at a little girl with her father says to me, "Whoa! I wanna ride DAT daddy! Could you pretty please buy me that?" Her father said, "No honey stay away from strangers" dragging her along with him. Meanwhile, there was a horde of people in the bank on the corner of the street and every single person bursted with boisterous laughter at my appearance.

Although everyone ridiculed me for having a bright yellow horse, I still enjoyed the ride to class. The way the horse took me was actually fun and worth the embarrassment. It went up and down while floating on the ground moving horizontally. The ride was so fun that I decided to keep the bright yellow horse and show it to every one in town not caring whether they liked it or thought I was flamboyant.

Note: In this story I depict the horse representing the imagination I possess. The little girl represents children's curiosity in the imaginative dimension, while the father in the scene portrays the mature, and well-educated adult who makes his child follow along his footsteps. The father drags his daughter to follow along with him on the street. This crucial scene expresses adults forcing their child to conform to society and give up their imagination to grow up into mature adults.

What is Hero?

There are many opinions about what it takes to be a hero. I believe a hero is anyone who stands up for what he or she believes is right. Heroes and Heroines are in movies, including Superman, Batman, Spider man, Hercules, etc. These heroes don't affect the world as much as regular people do. Real life people actually influence my life more than film heroes who save the world in fictitious movies. In my life the heroes who heavily influence me are my parents and teachers.

My parents do so much for me that I do not know where to start. From paying the bills for my house (electricity, water, property bills) to giving me advice on tribulations in my life, My parents have qualities which I admire and yearn to achieve.

My teachers are heroes in my life as well. Learning is essential in my growth to succeed in a career. Without my theachers I wouldn't be able to learn and grow so I can continue what my parents have done to me. The qualities theat my teachers possess which have heavily impacted me are passion and hard work. Mostly every teacher I had was enthusiastic and loved teaching. I hope to have the same ardor my teachers possess in my chosen career. Another quality my teachers had was working hard. They would stay after class for extra help early in the morning or late afternoon just for you. This is an admirable quality because they love teaching so much that they would do it whenever and wherever.

These heroes are a hugh part of who I have become as a person and what I will become. They are just ordinary people who possess qualities that are extraordinary.

The Multiple Forms of Death

Death from sleep

Death from mass murderers

Death from yourself

Death from a car

Death from jumping off a building

Death by accident

Death from illness

Death from fate

Death from mental diseases

Death on purpose

Death from depression

Death from abandonment

Death from a gun

Death from a machete

Death from a bar fight

Death from DWI

Death from a drunk driver

Death from a lack of necessities

Death from the government

Death from money

Death from drugs

Death from peer pressure

Death from a suicide bomber

Death from a serial killer

Death from stalkers

Death from anxiety

Death from Death

Sometimes it's your choice. . .

Sometimes it's not. . .

Profound Love

From the peak of Mt. Everest

To the depths of the sea

I love you more than anything

If you were lost at the peak of Mt. Everest

I want you to know

I would climb my way to rescue you

Death may triumph

But you are worth it.

Enveloped deep amongst the sea

With sharks, eels, and fish

you are my one and only wish

I would don scuba diving gear

to descend deeply down in depths

Lose of air may be a threat

But you are worth it.

This love I show to you

Eccentric, yet true

Do you love me too?

Expect the Unexpected

After running seven miles I had to eat something immediately or I would pass out. In great desperation I drove through Hempstead and went to a nearby deli. I ordered a roast beef hero, which took a long time to make because I wanted it toasted. While I was waiting I felt so lonely and secluded from the others walking in. The people walking in were either African American or Spanish. I'm used to being around these races and all, but in Hempstead they take tough to a new level. To put how tough they are in perspective I always drive along S. Franklin Ave. to get to school. At least one person walks directly in front of my car to cross the street. They don't have the patience to wait three seconds for me to pass them.

When I was waiting for my sandwich this one woman struck my attention. She walked with a supercilious attitude and said these words in verbatim, "What the fuck is this shit, I walk all this way for this shit, I got better shit to do, shit." She seemed to say these words to herself. Once she reached the deli counter to order her lottery ticket. She said to the deli worker. "Why do people say the word Holla, Holla! when I walk past em'." The deli worker jokingly replied, "They are checking you out." A bunch of other customers and I were laughing at his comment. She said, "Yea, but I ain't young no more." After this conversation the anxiety of waiting eased and my sandwich thankfully popped out of the toaster. One black guy exclaimed to me, "DAYYYMMMM! You must be hungry, boy." I reluctantly said, "Yes I am." Then he said, "Enjoy." I was surprised how he said that because I would never expect someone who has the "Don't mess with me or else I will beat your punk ass" facial expression to be so sincere. This encounter proved to me that I should expect the unexpected.

I Don't Want to Write About

I don't want to write about the following criteria:

Sex

Drugs

Alcohol

Curse Words

Singing in the shower (the picture portrays this.)

Going to bed early

The thoughts that conjure up into my head

The fact that Classical music is my favorite type of music

The way I dance

How much "game" I got

Why I enjoy school

Death

Disappointments in my life

I fart and burp with the rest of the world

Awkward situations I encounter throughout my average day

How my life does stink sometimes

My Fears

Quirks I possess

My dreams

Jeepers Creepers

Cold, dark and dreary alley
.........................................I proceed to walk home
...........Subtly I hear footsteps in the distance.
.................................................................................My gait instinctually hastens
......................The air rushes to my lungs
............................................................................................in fear
.....dreadful fear
...............................It could be a man with a gun,
...................................................sword
...................................................or even worse
...................................................................................................both
....................I hear pitter patter of footsteps again
My hands, clammy and fidgety, tense up
.......................................................................................................clench into a ball ready to defend.
..................................................My eyes petrified in shock
..................by death.

cold, dark, and dreary alley
.........................I walk deeper
................................................................and deeper
........................................................................................Images of mobsters and gangs
.......................................flash through my head
..............................................................................................................................................................Why me? I did not harm anyone?!
..........................................I hear the footsteps again
....................................................................inching up even closer this time
...................., but
it stopped . . .
.........................................................I am a goner
..................................................................................................done for good
..........................................................................................................................................It stopped because
.....................................................................it discovered a good location
...............................................to kill me.
.................................................................................Will it just shoot me
................................................................................and let me die a fast, painless death with a gun
.........................................or
..............................................slice me up slowly into pieces with a knife
.......................................................................causing me to suffer the long agonizing pain
between life and death
................................The latter is not what I want
................................................................, but
It is not my choice
....................................................................................................the decision lies in the hands
.........................................................................................................................................of the killer
Knock, Knock
.................I lift up my head
.......and abruptly wake up
.......................with my mom hovering over me.

The Places That Hurt

"Guy, what kind of name is that? More like Gay! HAHAHA! Third grade consisted of so many bullies that I felt like their punching bag. In music class I remember they would torment me incessantly acting as if I had no emotions at all. Every time they would bully me I felt massive amounts of tension rush into my body. The verbal abuse I had in the third grade felt like Muhammad Ali launched his fist directly at my stomach. I remember one day I did cry in my music class. One bully said to me, "Are you crying?" Quickly I reacted by saying, "No, I'm not crying something is in my eye." For several minutes they actually believed me until my music teacher pulled me aside and allowed me to release my emotions out in the hall. After I was done with my outpour of emotions I walked to my seat in the class. From the door to my seat in the classroom was a "Walk of Shame". Everyone knew I cried from the bullies harassing me.

To My Watch

Watch, my one and only, watch

.....................................It is a pleasure to know you

.................................Changing modes upon my request

................................................................................................................Treating me like I am a guest

.............Every single time you beep

.............................................................................................I awaken from my sleep

Watch, my one and only, watch

.......Wrapped around my wrist so tight

.......................You must feel hot from my body heat

.....................................................................................................But when I lay you on my desk at night

............................All the warmth you were given depletes

Watch, my one and only, watch

........................Up, down, Up, down

You must follow my arm's swing

.................................................................................................Up, down, Up, down

.....................I'm surprised my running doesn't make you frown

Up, down, Up, down

You and I together are the perfect match

Watch, my one and only, watch

Worst Morning Ever!

Today I proceeded to wake up and get ready for school. I am a morning person so it is not much of a problem for me to get up and going. I proceeded to do my regular routine of making my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. PLOP! I missed putting the two bread slices together and the slice of bread with peanut butter on it got onto the table. UGH! I do it again and succeeded. Thank God! But that's just the beginning of the mortifying madness. I put my sandwich in paper bags usually but today I decided to use plastic instead. As I placed the sandwich and banana for lunch into the plastic bag I felt a liquid on my hands that was not viscous or anything, but just felt strange flowing across my hands. I smelt the liquid on my hands and as soon as my hand was three inches from my nose. My nose hairs jutted out from the noxious smell and my face contorted from the malodorous stench. It reeked of fish guts that smelt like it was in the plastic bag for decades. So I decided to not make lunch and take money today. Thankfully, my favorite, most wonderful, inspirational, and caring teacher Mike (I'm not brown-nosing, I'm telling the truth =]) bought us food to eat for lunch!

My Version of Freak by John Leguizamo

I had to move along with my life. Those sleepless summer nights huddled together saying we would last forever. Forever became never. You grew up and felt confined by me. Apparently I was holding you back from experiencing college. Those were verbatim from the break-up. If you substitute college with other guys, drinking, smoking, and sex then I would believe you and respect your decision in breaking up with me. Instead you insist on lying saying the word "College" thinking that you implied school and studying for tests. The word "College" is so broad, I wish you were more specific! My reaction initially was school and studying for tests due to my naive self. I reacted by the simple words, "Ok". I did not want to ball out crying, but instead I held my feelings in. Bad Idea! A balloon on the brink of popping from too much helium is the way I felt in this agonizingly painful experience. I walked away timidly without subconsciously noticing that I was rushing to my car to go home and let that "helium" burst and my true emotions pour out. When I was crying at my house I would have prefered being hurt physically than physciologically. This "scare" in my heart will always be there and never forgotten.

Extraordinary Ordinary

In desperate need of a haircut, I went to my local barbershop. When I hear the word haircut my mind conjectures waiting to get seated, waiting to get your haircut, waiting for the barber to cash the bill, then waiting in the car to get home. The word haircut reminds me of waiting (if you catch my drift). This haircut trip I experienced today I viewed with a different and extravagant perspective. I acted as if I never once walked in or heard of a barber shop.

While I was waiting I didn't muse about doing something else instead, I anticipated letting someone cut my hair to look like a rock star, soldier, or a lame five year old boy with a mushroom cut. This anticipation kept my mind off of the old man in front of me who barley had any hair. (So why was he even at the barber shop!!!!) My mind was set on the surprise of what my hair would look like. But once I got in the "hot seat" (in quotations because I got the saying from "who want to be a millionare") I told the the barber to simply trim my hair and keep it thick on top. He replied, "If I trim the side of your hair it will become to curly." I answered back, "Use your best judgement." So he went about cutting my hair and I acted like I never got a haircut. Strangely enough, I enjoyed it. It felt like I was getting a massage on my head. When the buzzer was rubbing against my head up, over, and around it induced the massage feeling that made my body relax and loose tension. Once he reached my ears with the scissors I got nervous because I acted like I never got a haircut before. My ears felt vulnerable, but thankfully he pushed them aside. After my ears he went down to my sideburns. Not much was there for him to cut, just peach fuzz. He rolled the buzzer up and down my cheek and each time he did that I felt a tingle in my thighs and it eased its way toward my feet. It seemed eons passed when I was in the barber shop, but actually only 20 minutes elapsed. My new hairstyle going from long, beatle type hair became more of a lame five year old with a mushroom-shaped haircut. This new perspective made me appreciate and engage with enjoying a simple chore being a haircut. Enjoy life while you still can before it's too late!

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I cry myself to sleep

My teary eyes I wipe still I weep

In my arms dearest you are lost

With all my endeavors at high cost

This feeling I shield and keep

Shall never be freed or unleashed

Try not to express my sorrow tomorrow

Others will look at you with such insanity

Yet I don't care! I swear, they may tear and tear

But I am in such great despair to care

So they can have their share of tear.

Does that make me unmanly amongst my family?

O' My!

You should see how much stress that I try to digress

But the stress, I cannot confess!

Thus, I weep myself to sleep.

Life Lessons

Just do it

Over thinking a situation can become a habit.

Mastery of your habit withdraws any doubt

You must flout doubt!

To fail is to live; the one who learns from failure succeeds to live.

Life is like the growth of a flower

Enjoying the days with rain shower

Despising the days when sun cowers

Rarity a day both sweet and sour.

(All lines in this previous poem have 9 syllables)

Favorite Quote

Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day of your life

- Confucius

I strongly endorse this quote because you cannot determine the kind of job you want by how much money you get, or how long your breaks are. If you live by that philosophy you are at great risk of living a miserable and burdensome life. Instead, look at your job by thinking in what way can you help humanity.

The Bashful Orange

Orange, why are you so bashful?

Your peel makes you incognito.

Raspberries, Blueberries, and Strawberries

are not covered up by any big barriers.

So why are you so bashful?

Breaking open your peel

Creates the same sensation and anticipation

of breaking open wrappers and ribbons of presents.

The only difference is in determining whether an orange

Is good or bad is by the amount of pits you spit.

Orange, why are you so bashful?

Get rid of your peel and unreal disguises

Would it be possible for us to arrange some mises?

What are you hiding?

I will not go about chiding!

The beauty of being bashful bemuses brilliant brainiacs.

You have an irresistible and succulent inside.

So what is it that you have to hide?

Orange, why are you so bashful?

I Remember...

I remember being potty trained. It wasn't pleasant.

I remember wearing feety pajamas.

I remember watching Thomas the Tank Engine, Barney, and Arthur every day.

I remember my grandma and aunt. God rest their souls.

I remember traveling out of the country.

I remember my first kiss.

I remember the first time I drove.

I remember as a child I thought the world was just full of generous people. Boy! Was I wrong.

I remember taking piano lessons.

I remember not remembering when I got a concussion in a snowboarding accident.

I remember karate classes. Don't mess with me =)

I remember Toys R Us being my favorite store.

I remember rejection.

I remember being accepted.

I remember November.

I remember waking up to Christmas and rushing down the stairs to open up my presents. Then I grew up.

I remember when my friend threw a toy dinosaur at my fish tank causing the whole kitchen to flood with water and flopping fish.

I remember going to camp for a month in New Hampshire.

I remember swimming lessons.

I remember dressing up as a cowboy, vampire, Zoro, and indian for Halloween.

I remember my first break up.

I remember my 20th post!

I remember when I decided to stop remembering and start living in the present, which would be right now.

Noises Heard In My Life

Drip Drop rain falls from the sky

Grumble Grumble I am hungry

Hip Hop the music in my car

Cha Ching cash register opens

Ouch Ouch the water is too hot in my shower

Snip Snap I cut my nails

Nag Nag my parents order me around

AAAHHH AAAHHH my sisters make raucous to wake up for school

Snooze Snooze I sleep with my head lying on my pillow

Puff Puff Mexican food is rough

Ruff Ruff my dog barks at the mailman

Mumble Mumble some people just don't know how to talk loud

Lick Lick Ice Cream is the best dessert

Ding Dong I have to get up to answer the door

Dab Dab my peanut butter touches the bread to make a sandwich

Sup Sup greeting my pals

Pick Pick Acne bothers my face

Fuck Fuck I'm so upset

U la la I just made a poem!

(Note: This poem was made long by simply taking the last letter of each line and creating a new noise that occurs in my life.)

Sick Haiku

Lying in bed sick

Trying to get better quick

Bored out of my mind!

Staring at ceiling

Wondering about healing

I hate this feeling!

Once I am better

I hope to seize the day

Latin: Carpe Diem!

My Steppingstones

1. I was born on the gloomiest day of the year, but now it is not gloomy to me anymore!

2. At about the age of one and a half my first word was tree.

3. At about two years old I started to walk before I crawled. My dad had to teach me how to crawl instead of how to walk.

4. First grade. First love. I remember on the bus ride to school trip I was holding Meghan's hand the whole ride. It was spectacular!

5. Third grade. Dislike my teacher so I became a rebel and stopped studying, doing homework. I started to instigate trouble instead.

6. Fifth grade. This was the year that September 11th 2001 struck everyone in America's heart. I remember my teacher getting off the phone and into the classroom with tears running down her face. The class asked what happened and she said adamantly nothing happened, lets open our textbooks. When I came home I saw these two buildings in flames and my eyes were popping out in terror. My mom explained the situation to me, but I was still confused. Also, in this year I started to work harder because our teacher treated us like mature adults and not children.

7. Seventh Grade. Started competitively running for my school. This caused me to manage my time better with my studies.

8. Freshman Year. First Year in Catholic school. Totally different environment than public schools. I met many new friends, which I keep in touch with today.

9. Junior Year. College! Started visiting and determining where I wanted to continue my education. During the year I went to visit Marist, Providence, Stony Brook, Quinnipiac, Fordham, Stonehill, Notre Dame, Iona, Hofstra, and Molloy College.

10. Freshman Year of College. First Blog site. Maturing into adulthood....hopefully!

Beach Haiku

Seagulls fly in wind

Sand dispersed in wild wind

Seashells rest in sea.

Fishermen cast lines

Fish nibble and bite at lines

Fish are surprised.

Ornithology

big word which can mean a lot

but what does it mean?

Rocks rumble reefs

Rocks preserve our vast beaches

Rocks nurture creature

Clams plankton or fish

Who shall conquer the ocean?

Clams plankton or fish

Water rats a waste

Wait they eat whatever dies

Water rats not waste

Sitting Enjoying

Waves ascend and descend

Sand follows process

Water oxygen

Hurricanes tsunami

Grass trees sand

(Note: This previous poem shows the differences between water and land. Water to Ocean is like Oxygen to Land. Hurricanes are disasters on land and tsunamis are disasters at sea. Lastly, the surface on land is mostly grass, and trees, while the surface at sea is mostly sand.)

Be Thankful

This past Sunday mass at my parish I witnessed something that caught me by surprise. The priest needed help walking up the stairs to reach the altar. One of the altar servers had to literally lend him a hand in walking up each and every step. When Fr. Gregory, the handicapped priest, walked you could tell instantly he that he was different since he limped every other step. Later on throughout the mass I realized that in order for him to give out the Eucharist, he had one of the altar servers hold the Eucharist so he could use his one viable hand. Watching this made me think how difficult it must be for a handicapped person. It must be inextricable just dealing with it let alone others looking at you as if you much differently. I give credit to those who are handicapped because our society seems to just overlook and push aside the handicapped. This is not just inconsiderate, but ignorant. These people are fighting and suffering from diseases, ignoring them is just unfair. They have emotions and feelings as well and deserve an equal amount of respect despite their irregularities.

A good paradigm for the handicapped is Helen Keller. She was the first deaf blind person to overcome society's wide gap by earning a Bachelor of Arts degree. That is amazing! She understood that someone was talking by placing her hand on the lips, nose, and throat of the speaker. The letters "n" and "m" she knew by the vibrations of the speakers nose. Each letter has a specific vibration throughout our lips, nose, and throat. Its extraordinary how she was able to understand a speaker with the help of Anne Sullivan, her educator. Anne Sullivan also taught Helen how to speak. Helen Keller went against the odds and proved to the whole world you can accomplish anything if you put your heart and mind to it!

Pivot Questionnaire

What is your favorite word? Hullabaloo. It means a loud noise. It's my favorite word because it is just so fun to say.

What is your least favorite word? Can't. It directly states that you are limiting yourself. You can do whatever you want if you put your mind to it.

What turns you on creatively, spiritually, emotionally? Laughter and Happiness. It means people are having fun and a good time.

What turns you off? Violence against children. Children have very sensitive and fragile minds. If you abuse them it will affect them not only physically, but emotionally.

What is your favorite curse word? Motherfucka. It just makes me feel so powerful and ominous.

What sound or noise do you love? Squeezing out a bottle of ketchup. When you are eating dinner the last noise you want to hear is a noise which resembles a fart. Its just funny how it happens while you are so focused on your food.

What sound or noise do you hate? Burps. It portrays a lack of manners. But then again it's "better out than in"

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Professional Bass Fishermen. Fishing is so relaxing to me and I just love doing it.

What profession would you not like to do? Referre. It would tick me off when parents rant and rave at you for doing your job. Mind your own business and just watch the game! That is your job as a spectator!!!!!!!

If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "To my right is Rachel and to my left is Bernese. Your choice?"

My Best Friend- THE BEAST

Consider loving someone so much that you would sacrifice a whole day just to be with this person. Well that is how I feel about one of my best friends, which I meet in high school. This friend has endured through my calamities and, in return, I have endured through his calamities as well. Once you miss someone this special in your life it makes you appreciate having that person by your side in both the good times and bad times.

Last year we embarked in a once in a lifetime experience "Down Under". To all you perverts out there it is another term for "Australia" and not literally getting down on some girl or guy. The main reason for us going to Australia was that our school took us to go to World Youth Day. World Youth Day (WYD) is when all young Catholic come together to pray and worship with the pope. On the second to last night we had to "sleep under the stars". Unfortunately, we did sleep outside and woke up with wet, and soggy sleeping bags. Despite all these hardships in Australia, my friend and I had a blast!!! If I were to choose a favorite moment in that entire trip it would be the last night. My friend and I were just relaxing in our room. We were encapsulating the whole trip with jokes, and hysterical stories. This journey to Australia was not only a literal journey but a journey in my relationship with my best friend. Come to think of it reverting back to these memories makes me appreciate having someone by your side in both the cheerful times and gloomy times.

Haiku

The clock does not stop

so make the best of today

The future awaits.

-Guy Murolo a.k.a. Veni Vidi Vici (I came, I saw, I conquered - Julius Caesar)

I really love Reading!

When I open a novel I feel my mind is soaring off of the surface of the Earth and into a land far, far away where ideas, thoughts, and actions are boundless. The only way to enter into this far away place is simply by letting your imagination bring you through the twists and turns of the novel. Reading a novel is analogous to eating an ice cream on a waffle cone. When you eat an ice cream on a waffle cone you have to have patience to savor the moment. In reading it takes time to be impressed in the experience the author writes about. The verbs, and adjectives in a novel is like the sprinkles and chocolate swirls to an ice cream. All of these add an oomph and zest to what it is you are enjoying. You can't be racing to go through an ice cream cone in one shot or speeding through a novel in an hour. If you do that it makes these activities seem like a chore, but actually these simple moments will be cherished deep into your heart.

Letting your imagination flow with ideas, images, and actions, which only you can uniquely imagine, allows you to go back into the past, present, or even future. Why not fly a kite with Benjamin Franklin and witness his groundbreaking discovery of electricity? Go further back in time and think of what it must have been like to be a dinosaur running recklessly throughout the world and clawing each others brains out to survive and be the alpha male. If you enjoy sports revert back to when Babe Ruth was slamming home runs or even back to when Lou Gehrig created his famous "Today I am luckiest man in the world" speech, which echoed throughout all of Yankee Stadium.

This is just the history portion of books! There are fantasy, fiction, classical, even science fiction sections. Basically anything you can think of a book is out there ready to be opened and enjoyed.

You catch my drift that reading is one of my favorite hobbies. Our society can be so provincial and uniform, but reading doesn't follow any standards or give into such trivialities like our culture and society. Everytime I open a book I encounter a place where only I can go and endeavor in a long memorable journey. If you don't read you are missing out in a whole new dimension!

If I had a million dollars what would I do with it?

1. Give to Charity Funds- $10,000

2. Travel around the World- $200,000

3. Make a Go-Cart course made of pure diamonds so it never breaks and buy Go-Carts that have a top speed of 70 m.p.h.- $600,090

4. Retirement Fund- $80,000

5. Lunch money at Molloy- $10

I am....

1. Honest. I can't lie even if my life depended on it.

2. a Risk taker. If I have a chance to take a risk I go after it.

3. Curious. I ask a lot of questions sometimes.

4. Athletic. I run a lot.

5. a Giver. If anyone is in need of help I will do as best I can to help them.

6. Tall. I'm 6 ft. 3 in. and apparently I'm still growing.

7. Italian. I am also Irish, and a ton of other ethnicities. So pretty much I'm a mutt.

8. Serious. When people are sarcastic to me I tend to take it literally.

9. Hard-Working. I try to achieve the best grade I can get and the best time I can get in XC/Track.

10. Respectful. I respect and accept every race, sexuality, religion, etc.

DREAM GIRL

Walking so chicly,

ever so discreetly

you must make the men go wild.

I walk past you

and you stand like a statue

staring me straight into my eyes.

I ignore the stare

and look up in mid air

acting as if I didn't care.

Doing this made me

feel like a fool

who was trying to act cool.

I didn’t even get a chance to say “Hi”

for I was shy.

I detect a connection

but sense much rejection.

Hopefully the next time

we see each other

You and I will talk to one another.