Today in Connecticut the State government will begin debating a law which will decriminalize small amounts of marijuana (less than an ounce - possible amendment, less than half an ounce). This bill is a cheap attempt at legalizing the narcotic. I am strongly opposed to the decriminalization of the drug; they say that they are just simply fining persons for possession, instead of conviction. Some arguments include saving the state money and that it's not fair that a teen who gets caught three times cannot serve in the military. To the former, there are other ways of saving the state money, like cutting the representative's paychecks. To the latter, I do not want an officer in my army high when protecting and serving our country. Your thoughts? Am I crazy to think this way?



Yes this is the big post. Unfortunately it won't be very upbeat, but what did you expect from me? I began thinking about you and me, and I wondered, would you recognize me now? Have we drifted apart like I had hoped we hadn't? Would our views be that same they were when we last spoke, or we enemies when it comes to friendly debate? Can we avoid change, even if it drags us in separate directions? I'm not sure why I'm asking these questions, but I want to know the truth.



My mind had shut down. I'm not sure what to say, and it bothers me. I had it all planned out; I was going to write about my weekend, and how I finished Pride and Prejudice. I had many things to talk about, but now they have left my mind and I cannot seem to word it. The only news I can give now is that this is the last post before the big 1-0-0, which I will type ASAP.



Everyday we all make the decision to get out of bed. Yesterday, I should have stayed in bed. The day began as normal as any, I ate breakfast, I went to school; however, at 2:00 the news hit me, carpool was leaving an hour early. That meant I was late. I ran to the school doors, and I get a text message telling me that they are leaving right now. I was ticked at this statement because they had no right to just ditch me there after I had told them I was coming. Then when I finally got to the car, I was not the last one there. The text about leaving had been a lie. To make matters worse, Mock Trial was putting on a trial that I was in and now I couldn't make it. To add to my misery, I left some of my books at the meeting (I had gone to the meeting before going to my locker because it was on the way). The students who dad was driving home was supposed to tell me in the morning but it slipped their minds. I was so upset. I hope I conveyed my day well; if not then that's your problem.



You all know that one of my resent posts mentioned me giving up on Jane Austen's novel Pride and Prejudice. Well about that, I read part two of the book, and now I'm enjoying it again, maybe it was the speed of it, I didn't try to look too much into it; I just read it. I know at least one of you disagrees with me saying that Mr. Darcy's proposal was overly humorous, but it was. I can now see the satire that Jane Austen so cleverly hid inside a love story.



Remember how in kindergarten, the school year took forever and it seemed that summer would never arrive. Then by eight grade, the year went by so much faster, but you still know that there were 180 days regardless. Well my life has hit the gas pedal and is spinning slowly out of control. It's already the end of March, and summer vacation is just around the corner. The spring musical, Barnum, is only 40 days away, and we aren't close to being done. It's funny, I say 40 days is a short time, yet in the Bible, 40 days symbolizes a long time. Ironic, I suppose.

We're reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, and I have to say that unless the second part of the book picks up, I plan on putting it down for good. Speaking of which I have about 20 chapters to read by Tuesday. I should start that now.



...make lemonade. Then sell it for a profit of 20,000 a year. Once you reach this point, if you out source your labor, you can make 50,000 a year. From here you update your equipment, place ads in the paper, and enjoy a profit of 100,000 a year. By now you've got a corporation, but you want the big guns so you give them bonuses. Then you're stocks crash, and all the moneys gone. You go to the bank and they say no, but Congress, they say yes. Not just yes but one billion dollars worth of yes. Now its the end of the year and its bonus time again. You waste all of the bailout on bonuses your executives, do not deserve. Oh dear, all the bailout money is gone, so you go back to Congress and they say yes. The people revolt and raid your stores, holding employees hostage, which costs you in compensation to their families - because let's face it, the employees are part time teens - which requires more money. By the way, this is all "fiction" and is not based on actual events.



I was once told last year that I was very naive. I'm not one to accept those comments, and was soon to refute the comment. Boy was I wrong. This year has opened my eyes to so many things that I'm not sure I would have believed before. For one thing I have begun to understand the definition of "sheltered child". In middle school, I never would have called my self such; after this year, I can truly say that I had a sheltered childhood. Some of you may disagree; I respect that, you are all entitled to your opinions.

There isn't any school tomorrow, which is nice. I find it a burden to have to wake up earlier than I would like to. In retrospect, it isn't that early, but I am not a morning person. To add to this misery of mine, next year my school will be starting one half hour early. I know I sound like a broken record, but I don't want to wake up early.



Likes seem to be outnumbered by the dislikes in our world. I like to watch shows that seem to show the truth, or at least the other side of an opinion. I dislike the system used in order for a person to take the broker's test. I dislike the local real estate board and their decisions about "false advertising". I dislike people who act stupid, or say stupid things. I dislike people who do those little things that bother you to no end. You could say that life sucks, but I disagree. Life does not suck, Life is tough, has many twists, the rules have exceptions that have exceptions, cheating is common, and it is always better than your parent's. I need to post before the weekend it out, but we shall see.



I'm counting down to the big 1-0-0, if you couldn't tell. Back to school yesterday, even though my flu has gone from okay to worse. School is so stressful, and this week it's time to pick next year's classes. Also, my school is full of germs. I'm not a germ freak, but there comes a point when you cannot place that many teenagers in the same space for extended periods of time, and expect germs not to prosper. I'm an advocate of shorter weeks but more intense classes. Pres. Obama wants to increase our days, but it fails to fix the issues that occur in the lower classes, i.e. distractions, degree, and lack of interest. Anyway, My school has just begun a month - excluding weekends - of classes. This will be devastating to all our health.



Hello all. I have been diagnosed with the flu by my doctor. For those of you who don't know, the flu is not a fun disease to have. My throat is sore, my head hurts, I'm nauseous, my nose is running like a track star. Also, I will be missing rehearsal on Sunday. This post is way to short. Oh, this blogs 100th post is right around the corner.



Good evening all. I wish to welcome you to the month of March in the year two-thousand nine A.D. Sickness has over come me again and I feel worse than ever. The thermometer is rising bit by bit and it won't surprise me when I go above 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I wish I had more to say, but this disease has given my a slight writers blog.