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Well, I found some journals that we were forced to write in 7th and 8th grade. 'Ha ha, I remember those.' I started reading them and realized that that time was kind of a rennaissance for me in a way. I'll post some quotations... I would type up the whole thing but it appears that we wrote about books we were reading at the time which would just be irrelevant, and also some of it is incoherent (written in highlighter...). Anyway, I'll just put up some of the interesting ones. A lot of these are prompts, but some aren't.

"When I am thirty I will have decided (unconciously) where my life will go because I will probably have some sort of job and if I don't then I will probably go bankrupt and become a guy who lives in a box on the street and by then I will be either dead or gone to college or not and I will be bankrupt or not so it pretty much decides where my life goes."

"If I could change one thing about myself I wouldn't change anything because if I did then I would have to adapt to that change and I'm too lazy to do that."

"God is like a variable. Some people needed answers. They used God. God is not real." (In the margin.)

"I am thankful for being alive. I am also thankful for death or that I am going to die because at some poins life gets so boring or depressing or hateful that I wish I was dead and I [am] thankful that someday I will be isolated from all the good things of life that I am thankful for like watches or McDonalds or magnets or food. However I will also be freed from responsibility , or hate, or homework."

"I don't believe in anything that I can think of right now." (I can just imagine my brain: SYNTAX ERROR.)

"Sometimes @ night I sleep. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I sleep during the day."

"I don't understand why people believe in god. I don't. I used to think: oh yeah, I believe in god, well not really, well I don't know, until I actually thought about it. What proof is there of god and I mean solid proof, not like someone [saying] oh yeah there is a god, did you pray last night? That's what I thought, no wonder you lost the game. I can't believe in or understand something that is 'not there' to me. Once I had a conversation with a group of people about it. One person said, 'I don't believe in god but there's proof of him." Is it just me or is that hypocritical. This whole god stuff is confusing."

"If money was not an issue I would want to be 18. Then I could buy a car and a house and a computer and barbie apparel and a nintendo and a gamecube and a playstation and an X-box and a ski resort and tickle-me-elmos and food and McDonald's and Disney and Microsoft and a tree and a binder and some paper and a Harley Davidson motorcycle and a pencil and an eraser and a whiteboard and TNT and nitroglycerin and a bow and legos and a book and a flag and scrabble and monopoly and I could give money to charity."

"If I had three wishes they would be as follows:

· I wish that I could not wish myself to death.

· I wish for 1 billion dollars.

· I wish for three more wishes.

And my three more wishes would be as follows:

· I wish that I had a private plane.

· I wish that I had a watch.

· I wish that I had three more wishes."

"The guy/girl of my dreams is no one. That may seem unusual but I don't really care. I don't have that much that I really really value. I feel like I'm living in a world of void. I value my bouncy balls. And my legos." (I remember the teacher happened to choose to read over my shoulder that day. I quickly added the bit about the bouncy balls and the legos when she started talking to me. Eventually she went away.)

"The problem with choices is that I don't like writing about them so I'm making the choice not to. Hey, wait. I just did."

"I don't know how to fly. I wish I did."

"One of my pet peeves is when you start a conversation with someone and they keep talking and talking forever and not only can't you talk, but you can't do anything or go anywhere. Another one of my pet peeves is loud people, well not loud people but loud conversations. If you can hear it clearly from 50 feet away they're too loud (in my opinion at least)!"

"I was asked to write something - anything so I will do that. The dog went to the store. Go. I am a fuzzy kangaroo that infiltrates enemy bases with basketballs. The theory that the thing should not research mars is a dud. I will think now. Eat your candy bar! Did you just say what I think you said? And now, the fat batty donkey!"

My name means nothing to me. My first name at least. It's just something to identify me. If my parents called me 2314598 from birth that would be my name. [If] you don't like being identified as 'George' and for some reason want to be identified as 'Mary' then you can change your name. I'm not sure how but I know that you can."

"The person I admire the most I guess is me. It's not much to look up to actually, I can't look up to myself but I am just kind of glad (and mad and sad) about me existing. If I didn't exist then technically no one else would exist."

"If I am an alien

-I wouldn't really know." (In the margin.)

“How was your day today?” Sam wearily dropped his mantle pack on the floor. “It was okay.”

“Do you have any homework,” Sam’s mom queried. “No.” “So, are you going to go to the park?”

“Maybe later he replied” Sam had a pretty good day at school. He played with friends and completed his work. He had even been on what felt like good terms with his teacher. But one thing bothered him. He was a normal kid except for one thing he had strange dreams. Could that be it? While he pondered the thought, he absentmindedly got on the computer. He computed, he played, he worked and then getting up from the computer, heaving a deep sigh (because when he finally got to his favorite site it wouldn’t load) he went to the park. “What took you so long,” fumed Fred (the fish). “Exactly what did” exclaimed Ed (the eel). “Well,” Sam said “I was using the computer and you know how I like to hack and get in touch with those “legged” thingies, and, well, guess what I found.” “What.” “A secret plot by the teachers!!” “It’s got a movie of their plan of action!” (whales squeaking in the background) “ So you guys can come to my house and see it now!” Finally Ed broke the silence,“ um, Sam we know your all excited but teachers aren’t stupid.” “And your point is” Sam asked. “That they wouldn’t just put something like that on the web” he tersely commented. “But I hacked in” he fired back.” Okay, Okay, we’ll come to your house.” Fred said.

Just then a yellow submarine floated by. “Oops, time for plan B, swim around nonchalantly.” “So when they were done “swimming around nonchalantly” they went to Sam’s house saw the movie and by boatmobile Sam was right! It wasn’t a good situation either they were going to (supposedly)take over the ocean and then the world and then tadpoles! “Oh no, not tadpoles!” Chorused Sam, Fred, and Ed. “Well I guess its up to us, let’s go save a tadpole!” “Yes!” Agreed Fred and Ed. “But first we need super hero costume” said Ed. “A means of transportation” said Fred. “A new reason, a new plan, a new hope, a new outlook” they pondered. “And the only thing we need to fear is fear itself” Sam thought aloud. “And the teachers” concluded Fred. “Okay, first thing’s first” Sam stated. “We need costumes.” “Easy enough,” began Fred “we just buy new cargo pants/utility belt, then we paint smiley faces on our shirts, both sides” he added. So they did that and came back to Sam’s room and Ed said: “Second thing’s second, we need a means of transportation.” “That’s easy enough we’ve all got water scooters” answered Fred. “Third thing’s fourth” Sam joked “Ha-ha, funny” was the response “Jees, I’m just saying we need to get going on a plan of action” a half an hour later was time to carry out their plan: get going. Oh, and also sabotage the teachers’ plan and their transportation, and then to show the police the proof and evidence. “Well I guess we better get going” mused Fred.

“Shhhptttss!!!” Hissed Sam “this is not a time to sqeak, trill, or be happy, hello.” They then all saw Mrs. Teacher. Aaaa. Run. She was talking to the dark lord/principal herself, Ms. Person! While they were watching they heard: gasp! We must stop those brats! I’ll call a meeting now! Then they saw her. Ms. Digit. She swam right into the room that they were in! And, “well, well,well.” she said. What have we got here? “You’ve got team tadpole at yer service” they all verified in a loud voice. And then they shot past her only to be stopped by a net and teachers! There was no way to turn and they were caught by some guards and sent down to the dungeons. “Well, darn.” team tadpole said, we almost saved a tadpole.