Boys have two heads unfortunately their brains arent in the right one

So i understand that boys supposedly think of sex every 7 minutes, but when they have to join a site and ask from complete stranges to screw them i think they either cant get any or they have no life. I dont get why boys only think about that. I mean im not going to say girls never think about it and trust me i know i have thought about it but im not SO stupid that i have to ask strangers for it. thats like driving up to a drive thru and asking for one prostitute with a side order of gonorrhea!! How desperate could you get? i mean WHO is that stupid to ask for sex from someone they dont know?!?!?!?!?!?

Friendship

When you get friends you should treat them with respect. Respect is the number 1 way to get friends. Getting friends is not a contest on how many friends you can get it is about caring for other people. Most people get friends for popularity, presents, or just for complements. That is not what friends are for.Being nice to your friends will make them be nice to others and you will get more friends. Being nice is hard you might say or do something wrong. To be nice you compliment and don't expect them back, give gifts out of kindness, or give them company if your friends are down.Being to blunt can cause anger, pain, enemies, and no friends. If you are to blunt ask your self if it would hurt you. Mostly what you say or do your friends ponder and never forget. You can be some what blunt to prevent them from getting embarrassed.To recover friendships it is hard most friends will except your forgiveness, but others don't. To recover a friendship you should write them a note telling how sorry you are and mean it. If you don't mean it you might end the friendship again.It is bad when you cross the line for example talking behind their backs, lying, cheating, gossip, and more. When you have over done it is hard to gain trust from all your friends again. Crossing the line is the worst thing you can do to a friendship. Just don't talk about your friends behind their backs keep it to your self.When you are being blunt just don't be to hard or mean and don't tell them in the open where everyone can hear you go some where quiet.

I write a bunch of poetry so BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!








When was the last timeYou walked along a trail
Deep into the dark forest
And smelled theRain on the wind?
Does the path you takeTake you to where
You really want to go,Or is it the one you took
Just because everyone else did too?
The sap on the bark of the pine
All icky and gooey and slick,I peel a drop off or two
And chew it like gum
Forgetting how tart and
Chewy it is, so I spit
And my aim that I aimed not
But still my spit feel upon the dark
Rich green ferns by the base
Of the trees, just between
The rock and the mushrooms.
I never could tell what mushrooms
I could eat and ones that would kill me,
But wild mushrooms are
Really quite something
Worth dying for.
The path is now broken
And littered with branches bare
From too much rain and wind
And not enough sun,
For, in this part of the forest
In this particular neck of the woods
The mighty spruce and fir mix
Along with the pine,
All in a line straight and true
Like the official sentinels they are.
I kick a pine cone in my way
And then another only to hear
A squirrel say,"Hey, that’s my dinner there."
And I suppose it is, for nature
Has a way of caring for it’s own
Unlike man that cares only for self.
I followed the dimming path back
As I caught glimpses
Of daylight being chased
Into the looming dark of night
And the pinks and reds of a setting sun
Driving the last shafts of light
Down my way, I stumbled and fell
To lie there for a minute
So touch the smell
Of the dark, rich soil
Arising with a handful
Of black loam and dead pine needles,
And it made me wonder
As I stared down at my treasure
Yes, I wondered why these are called
Pine needles, for I have never
Heard of spruce needles or
Fir needles, it’s all pine;And as I stumbled back to theWarmth of camp,
The campfire a welcome sight,
Knowing it to be not only
The harbinger of warmth
But the provider of a hot meal,Perhaps a can of Pork & Beans,
Hot dogs roasting on a Whittled willow stick
Then listening to the giggles
Of the children as they roast,
And cremate, white puffy marshmallows,
Rapidly turning into crisp
Bites of nothing but evaporating charcoal Light on the tongue,
Bitter to the taste.
So I help out and the kids get
The crackers and Hershey’s bars ready
As I toast the perfect marshmallows
And we all gather round
The fire eating smores,Telling tales, mostly lies,
Of the one armed serial killer
That stalks these very woods at night
And then, "Oh my yes,He is quite a fright!"So a mass of trembling, shivering children
Gather closer to the fire
Taking turns to sit upon my knee
And gently hum then sing along"Michael Row The Boat Ashore."
The fire begins to fade,I choose not to toss another log
Down upon the glowing amber coals
But carry, heavy, cajole kidsInto the tents, and then
Safely tucked in dawn sleeping bags
With a gentle serenade from
Mother earth cooing
As a gentle rain dances
In the night,"Pitter-Pat,Pitter-Pat."
And I smell the rainUpon the wind.

Family Problems

Okay, so i Know for a fact that something is wrong with your family when they try and tell you everything is your fault. And the fact that its the side of the family that barely acknowledges your existance should tell you that it shouldnt matter what they say or do, but unfortunately its still Family... So my cousin made a statement on the ever so popular Facebook to my Mom : "i understand u thought it was a nice gesture to put my dads info in fb on the memorial page but i would of appericated it more if you would have asked his children if they minded first! MY mother might have a new man in her life but that has nothing to do with my father.if you or someone else had told us about the page... one of us would have posted it. NOBODY HAS EVER OR WILL EVER FORGET ABOUT HIM!u need to think how kayla and jessica would feel if someone was to do that TO THEM, or u for that matter." ok so to fill you in my uncle died 5 years ago... and not once did they try to do anything, now my Dad passed away 9/7/2009 and shes going beserk! Am i the only one who thinks that someone older than me should act there age? or was i raised wrong? (<-- Which i know for a fact that i wasnt) Or are people just stupid? I think no matter what in family you should act like one no matter what death but (tell me if im wrong) no one and i mean NO ONE talks horrible to your own mother. Thats where most people come together what ever race, religion, wealth or any other pressing issue that is debated in the news, comes together and fights against and it comes to the point where i dont care if its family or not NO ONE TALKS BAD ABOUT MY OWN MOTHER


<3 Kayla

Love

What is the one emotion that has everyone mystified? What is the one emotion that has started as many wars as it has ended? What emotion has had more plays, songs, and stories written about it than anything else? Love, that one emotion that makes enemies into friends and friends into enemies. So many legends surround this emotion, from the goddess Athena and Helen of Troy to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Love comes in so many different levels, that it doesn't appear to be the same emotion at all, but it is. There is so much to love, that it will be hard to put into this simple essay. It can tear people apart and make us do irrational things to bringing together entire nations. What can this emotion not do? It's hard to tell, but there is a lot it can. This emotion, bring tears to our eyes when something happens to our family members, friends, and pets. When we feel love ripped from us, as in death or being spurned by another, we do things we wouldn't normally do, such as go on violent rampages, or mourn to the extent that our loved ones have to watch us constantly to make sure we don't try anything like suicide. Some can move on, always remembering the lost loved one after a while, but others can not let go. These are the ones that need our love and support the most. There are so many levels to love, that I can only express a few of them here. These are the ones we see most in life. Friendship starts this list off. Yes, it doesn't seem like it, but we do feel love towards our friends, this is what helps us get along so well, and why we miss them when we don't see our friends for a long time. It's also why we hold certain friends over others no matter what happens. Sometimes, the bond between friends deepens to the point where a stronger bond of love is made, making them family. Another level of love, are for our siblings and other family members. Even though we do things to our family members, and sometimes we don't like some of our family, that bond is still there. It's this family bond level of love that brought about the phrase, blood is thicker than water. We will do things for our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and children before we would even consider doing them for anyone else. Many wars have been started because of this family level, brother avenging brother or father, father protecting his wife and children, or even vice versa. This simple family bond can even extend to include our pets, amazingly enough, and that is a good thing. A third level to love, is the bond that brings man and woman together. This level is among the strongest of them all. It is this level of love that has brought together kingdoms into nations in the past, and ended many great wars. It's is also for the love of a woman that has started a few of our well-known wars, like the Trojan Wars of ancient times. It's brought together families that have argued for years and years, such as in the Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet. Even though the two mentioned killed themselves in the end, it still brought their families together. The last mentionable level of love is that bond between a mother and her children. There is no stronger, nor will there ever be. This bond starts from the very first tiny fluttering of movement and never ends, even after death of the child. A mother protects her children in the name of love, and directs them through life using it as the example to follow. Well, at least it should be. It's because of her children a mother will work at a job she hates, just to make sure they have everything they could ever want or need. The phrase, love makes the world go round is very true. It's is our driving force, for what ever reason it may be. Poems, plays, and legends can only briefly touch the true meaning of love. We can only feel what that meaning is, and express it in ways only we can understand towards another. The true question we should be asking is not, what is life, but what is love. What is love? I don't know, but I'll do what I can to express it to my family and friends, and to every single pet I have or ever will own in the best possible way that I can



<3 Kayla