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 Apparently, the big science project this year is... DISSECTING A FROG. Heres what bothers me: You dont have to kill an animal to learn its anatomy, theres alternatives. Its cruel. Formaldehyde is dangerous. Its cruel.

 Theres no way Im dissecting a poor animal that should be living in freedom. Id rather fail if they dont allow alternatives, though I think they do. Why would I want to be in a room that reeks of Formaldehyde and frogs are cut open on tables. Are we truly studying anatomy or insensitivity?

 

             CUT CLASS, NOT FROGS.

  Swine flu got to Costa Rica and as soon as that happened, the country is insane. Four cases were reported and everyone is at MAXIMUM ALERT. Most pharmacies have been completely wiped out of anti-virals and antibiotics, by people who arent even infected. My school is especially, crazy, 4 kids have been sent home for having a cold, theres instructions in the bathroom of how to properly wash your hands. The trip to Mexico has been postponed (thats okay) and everyone is in panic. Come on, its swine flu, not contagious terminal cancer, yes many people have died but thats because they thought it was ordinary flu and didnt have time to treat it. Dont come around wearing masks to school and run away from people who sneeze. If you get it, no chances are you will not die. This much paranoia does not help. Im not saying this isnt important, of course they should have postponed the trip to Mexico, but its not to be so crazy. In science, a girl was scared and asked if everyone could go wash their hands, the teacher said yes and everyone went racing out. Out of the 21 people in my class, only 4 or 5 of us stayed, even one of the most reasonable kids in class waited patiently till some came back talking about death to go wash his hands himself. It was pretty disappointing. Yes, just wash your hands often, if the symptoms are present in you, go to a doctor as soon as possible and dont come in contact with infected people. But for the love of god, dont run around in circles with latex gloves, a mask on and screaming "Im too young to die!!!"

Big chance I might go to spacecamp (probably the one in Houston) and I was wondering if any of you guysve been to spacecamp. Ive heard horror stories and amazing ones. One included everyone at camp puking about the greasy/green food. And lots of homesickness. Maybe Ill experience that FOB song literally (or is it already literal?) anyway, spacecamp stuff or epic plane rides? I was thinkin of Pete's motion sickness. Maybe Ill gulp down a bunch of mustard sandwiches. I just gotta get an 80% average overall this semester. Not so hard right? RIGHT?!

So FOE and falloutboyrock.com arent fully working in my computer, they are being blocked by this weird page called Apache, and as Joe would say, Im compu-tarded, so I cant fix it. If I mysteriously disappear, it was because it didnt work. Try slamming a revolving door for me, will ya?

Im going to the beach for a few days, no computers, tvs, etc. So I wont be able to reply to your messages until Monday. Hope you went or will go on vacations too!

Talk to you later! <3 Dani

I love this quote.
You know whats funny, Im not a catholic or christian, in fact I dont believe in God. Anyway, if anyone ever tells you being gay is wrong because the bible says so and thats wrong in their religion, read this...(my facebook is in spanish :P )



Ryan McKelvy (Midwestern) ha escrito hace 18 horas:
I am a church going Christian Gay Boy, and I don't care what most Christian Churches say, I leave it up to God to judge me, not my fellow man. I know he loves me and if I believe that Christ died for my sins then I will go to Heaven. I hate anyone that uses the Bible to bash anyone whether it be about race, religion, gender, or sexuality. The Bible tells us to love our fellow man, I know I do :) and I think its wrong to use the Bible to preach anything, but peace and love. I don't discriminate against anyone, even those of a different religion or lack there of. That's all I am going to say on that subject.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE ON FOE!!!!! Youre all awesome and I love chatting with all of you, hope you have some awesome holidays!

Dani :D

Ive been practicing for months and it finally payed off. Yesterday I played guitar with all my new friends in the theater, I played my heart out. It felt amazing. Just doing what I like to do the most, surrounded by all those cool people who are there, feeling the same way as you. Then, when you are done, the applause feels victorious and fresh. It doesn't matter if you play an hour or 7 minutes, it still feels like you just climbed Mt. Everest. When you return backstage, your legs are rubbery and you just smile. You meet other performers backstage, and you feel equal to them. Its so surreal. We met some guys that are really known here, comedians on a tv show. And we went on stage with them to sing, they told us they needed our help, then I understood they weren't superhuman or anything. They were people who did what they loved. We hung out backstage with them and watched them improvise some choreographies. I met a bunch of new friends with my same interest. Music. Guitars. I finally know how it feels. Surreal. Amazing.

Im so damn pissed right now. My english teacher made up a test about having a conversation about bullsh*t. (sorry but I really am pissed) Her topics were like: Men in red shirts (?), dogs who bark all night, eating sandwich for lunch every day, girls in short skirts, I do believe in God, I dont believe in God, pigeons on my windowsill every morning and other things she believes affect our lives and judgement, as if being an atheist is wrong, Im one myself and she doesnt have the right to judge ANYONE by such reasons. She asked for a demonstration and this anti gay kid comes up. He says he doesnt like Obama because he supports gay marriage. Im so angry I almost punch his face in. He says its not normal and God made 2 sexes for a reason, and that its just weird to have gay people in this world. I think, what the hell is your problem dude. And he goes on saying they should have a place called Gayland where they can live with each other. The retard teacher tells us its a valid argument. (this gives us an idea of how dumb she is, gayland??) Then he goes on and says that you shouldnt have a gay friend because theyll chase you around and stuff. I almost kick him right in the crotch, I should have, really I should. Instead I shout at him that they are not socially retarded, they are human beings, and if you tell them, theyll respect your thoughts and feelings, just like you would. Moron teacher tells me it isnt a valid argument (wtf again) When I say theyll respect you, she shakes her head, I should take my sharpies and right in rainbow colors the words: GO DIE IN A HOLE AND BE FRIED BY THE SUN How come it isnt a valid argument talking about respect and feelings and talking bout a place called gayland is a valid argument???? You explain it to me, because if there is any reason or hint of smartness inside that womans head, I need it explained to me before I flip out and rip a hole in my mattress.

Friday: it was halloween, and I ate a bunch of candy and felt sick on Saturday, but this is just sick. I ate 12 chocolate balls, 2 kit kat bars and 1 twix bar, a king size snicker, 2 lollipops with gum inside, a box of Wonka nerds, two bags of Wonka Runts, and a huge box of Wonka gobbstoppers, and some gum and gumdrops. Im seriously gonna puke, kids dont ever EVER get a hangover. Not even on sugar. The effect of wayyyy toooo much sugar instead of hyping me up, it slowed me down like hell. Well, its an experience that made me learn. HA ye right Im sure itll happen the next yr and the next.

The freezing spray fell down on her as she collapsed on the damp grass, waiting for a miracle to happen. It drenched her old, dark top whose thin strap slid down her bare shoulder. It drenched her ghost pale skin, and tried her away and make her part of the comforting grass, the chilling and indifferent wind, and everything around her. She grew more and more distant from Earth, but the more she did, she began losing all sense of life around her. She stopped hearing the roaring water trying to call her attention in pathetic attempts of turning colder and sharper. Trying to distract her from pain, misery, from reality. Lastly, her tears fell in unison with the rain, and her eyeliner drooped sadly from her blue eyes. Her humming told the world to stop changing who she was, who she wanted to be. All senses grew fainter and fainter, the rain drops raced down her long neck, one by one. Her pain was enormous, physically, but she concentrated on making it stand out more. After all, any place was better, any place where her emotions didnt dwell in her mind, acting like a sharpener for her sadness. She gasped, in a desperate attempt to catch happiness, and then, it was all over.

It could be about how everyone judges different people with senseless ideas.

I always hear people saying gays are horrible because of the clothes they wear, or their physical language. Well Ive got new for you, that has nothing at all to do with how people are, just because someone dresses different, or the way they speak has nothing to do with who they are as a person. Wearing tight pants does not make you a person who can see well in the dark.

Hopefully, someday my bday wishes wont always come 1 day late.

 

Anyway, HAVE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABE!!!!!!!!!!!

       he rocks, theres nothing more to say.

Every time someone asks that, they say the muffin man is Betty Crocker. Its weird for some, as if you tell a 5 yr old Santa doesnt exist. Betty Crocker isnt even real I think, and some people are weird enough they thought the muffin man was real when they were small. Ive heard of Santa, the tooth fairy and the evil beggar pony, but Ive never heard of a kid believing in THE muffin man. What is it anyway? I thought muffins and humans were different species, and as far as I know, different species cant have a kid, specially not a muffin kid. What was his childhood like? Did bigger, meaner kids pick out his chocolate chips, he probably lives in a Fresh Only Bakery Truck, we all knew Pete was hiding pastry related secrets. Anyway this is an enigma that will never be solved. If you hear any news about the muffin man, contact me, it can be a shocking discovery that can lead the human race to a big path in science ahead of them.

HAPPY BDAY JON WALKER! (1 day late) :D

Its been raining every single day for WEEKS. I feel like Im living in the bible, except we arent building an ark and the rain stops at night. If it keeps raining like this, my empty pool will fill up once again. It isnt the kind of rain that´s soft and you enjoy with a comic book and hot chocolate, but the kind so hard and long if you stay a few minutes outside, youre completely soaked inside out. I know it wont stop this month, since there are so many hurricanes. WAT IS THIS GLOBAL WARMING OR WAT?

Ive been empty minded for a few days already and I dont know why. *drool*

UGH.

 We have a new student government and we are in survival week. So at lunch (get that, at lunch) they organized a marshmallow eating contest. Im just going to tell the grossness highlights hahaha! So the idea was this, stuff as many marshmallows as you can in your mouth, but one by one. Every time you stuff one, they put a microphone in front of you and you have to say Chubby Bunny (XD). If no one understands you, youre out, if you swallow one, youre out, if you puke or spit it in the bucket before time, youre out. There is a female and male representing each generation. My best friend Daniel was representing 7th grade male. The things were HUGE. When he was by his fifth, they put the mic in front of him, he said hufdfy ghfuh, WAT?? yelled our president who was organizing it. When he was going to say it, a huge chunk of chewed and drooled marshmallow went flying off his mouth, the girl with the mic jump backwards, but it didnt help much, a big slobbery piece fell on her cheek, another on her sweater, and the rest on a little who screamed and cursed as if his eyes were being gouged out. The five chewed up things went straight out. Gross. The next was even worse. The last two girls were a senior and junior. They were amazing, but at the ninth marshmallow, they began to shake, as you know, when you start shaking means youre gonna puke. The tenth marshmallow they both had was to much. The senior stood up and ran to a corner with the bucket, and motioned the other girl to follow her. They both ran to a corner and got out what they were waiting so long to get rid of. You wouldn't have wanted to hear that, or see it either. The junior won, since the senior was the first to get up and barf. Seriously, it was sickening but SOO MUCH FUN!

So Ive had many cool FOB dreams lately but this one hasn't left my mind. I was at this convention where me and my whole generation where sitting under a tent, at the distance I saw Patrick sitting under another tent. Somehow he had gotten a big pink card made by me (I dont know how it got there) so he just stood and appeared under our tent. He asked, "Who made this?" And everyone except me raised their hands, he looked around suspiciously and then told me "U did it right?" I nodded shyly. He said "This was really cute thanks." And he hugged me. Awwww! Then I woke up, and up to now, I hav no idea what the card said.