Do you (or anyone else) deserve to die?

Have you heard about the "Deserve to Die" ads? There are posters popping up mysteriously from Seattle to New Orleans with no real reason....but the end is soon to come because they are revealing its purpose very soon. Many have predictions that it could be related to diseases like lung cancer, heart disease, and stroke induced deaths. the poster are somewhat eerie because most people are atleast one of the targeted groups groups of people and know of many people who "deserve to die" according to these campaign ads. Here are the ^ ads that have been found:

Originally, they started on the side of pay phones, but now, they have expanded and have gained quite an audiance. What are your thoughts? For more info, here is the website I visited after hearing about thecampaign on a news show.

Sentence starter

Divorce can really....
       change people. My mom and dad have been divorced for 17 years and everyday I think of how life could be so different if it weren't for the small things that happened. My mom would still be stuck in an unsuccessful marriage with dad who would never respect her in the way she deserves. My sisters and I would be considered poverty stricken aas a family. My mom would never have the encouragement from my grandma to continue college, even though she had 3 kids, all under the age of 8, struggling to move out and cover all her bills, and hold a factory job. She would never be the powerful, fulfilled woman she is today. My dad would still be a kid getting his way instead of the aging New Orleans musician he has become. But on the other hand, they would be together if what they had done had no effect on anything and if divorce couuld never change anyone.

Music (purple sheet)

Without music, the world would be...
       less couragous because less people would express themselves through words.

I admire the music of..

       Shakira

          ...because her music inspires me to keep on dancing. Being a bellydancer myself give me a whole new look into her music and chreography. When she dances and you can her the precisness of her beats, you can also she the sharpness as her hips hit their own mark in the show.

One event that connects me to music is the time when....

        my good friend Jp, the boyfriend at the time, took me out to a Rob Zombie concert to take my mind off of the death of my grandma. I didn't want to go because it was the night before her funeral and I thought it was disrespectful to her memory not to give the night to her presense, but he was right. It help ease my tension and at one point of the night, i felt that my grandma was right there telling me it was okay to move on just as I told her in her passing moments. Everytime I think back to that night, I remember having a blast rocking out to the concert that i couldn't hear after.

Is there any type of music that should not be tolerated? Why?

       I think all music is good. Be it bad, good, clean or filthy, boring and mono toned, or energetic and colorful. all forms of music should be accepted by the public as a form of respected expression. it actually makes me alil mad to hear the someone downed a music group because somewhere out there, someone is using their energy to pleasure someone ears with that music.

What can music do for you that nothing else can?

      Music helps pump me up to go out and do stuff. Nothing can get me in the mood to dance and let loose than music can. When I listen, I don't care what people think about how I look or act. I don't give a.. that people make fun behind my back. I am in my fun state and that's where you'll find me when the music stop. the lights shut down, and the dance floor empties.

Whats your favorite song?

       A little bit stronger by Sara Evans is my break-up song. When I am feeling sad because someone that I love doesn't love me back, this song helps me see that it will get better and life will be normal again.

Would you ever sing or be a musician professionally?

     No, I am way shy in crowds and will only sing in public if I know only a few people will hear me. But the thought of being famous someday and being recognized solely by my voice encourages me to pursue my dreams of a shower singer. Haha.

My Cars

This is a picture of my car minus a few dents and stuff...

It is a 1990 Chevy Cavalier.

This is my other car...same pretty much as the picture. It is a 1990 Chevy Lumina.

Being my sister

My sister, Leandra, an artist at the time, would draw and paint and love her creations. I remember her with her oil paints, a think brush, and a big canvas that she would soon deem her own.I remember how she would paint for hours in her room in the summer, how she would emerge with dirty hands and face, dirty clothes, and even dirty feet. I can still see her masterpiece being created, one piece at a time. One time, I even got the chance to watch her work. She had elegant swipes and hard swipes, light colors and dark colors, and thin lines and think lines. As time went by, she, while using her artistic thrid eye, gradually built something that was greater than anyone could think that she had done. I could not imagine anything that would have anything more that could be put into it. With pictures painted on and images that seem to carve themselves into your mind, she lifted it on the wall of the living room. It filled the space and occupied the time. I could stare into her finished puzzle and gaze for hours on end, thinking about how I wish that I had her talent. I wanted to be able to create something like her work, but I knew I couldn't. I had tried to make one, but I had failed. I felt horrible, like I would never amount to anything like my sister. It wasn't until later on in life that I began to feel better about who I was compared to my older sister. I did not have to create something as great as her canvas of joy. I only had to create something as meaningful. I created myself into the person I am today, and that sure does mean alot to me.

My sister,

Leandra,

an artist at the time,

 would draw

and paint

and love her creations.

I remember her

with her oil paints,

a think brush,

and a big canvas

that she would

soon deem her own.

I remember how

she would paint

for hours

in her room

in the summer,

how she would emerge

with dirty hands and face,

 dirty clothes,

and even dirty feet.

 I can still see her masterpiece

being created,

one piece at a time.

One time,

I even got the chance

to watch her work.

 She had

elegant swipes and hard swipes,

light colors and dark colors,

and thin lines and think lines.

As time went by,

she,

while using her artistic thrid eye,

 gradually built something

 that was greater than anyone

could think that she had done.

 I could not

imagine anything

that would have anything

 more that could be put into it.

With pictures painted on

and images that seem to

carve themselves into your mind,

she lifted it on the wall

 of the living room.

It filled the space

 and occupied the time.

 I could stare

 into her finished puzzle

and gaze for hours on end,

 thinking about how

 I wish that

 I had her talent.

 I wanted to be able to create

 something like her work,

 but I knew I couldn't.

 I had tried to make one,

 but I had failed.

 I felt horrible,

 like I would never

 amount to anything like

 my sister.

 It wasn't until

later on in life

 that I began to

feel better about

who I was

compared to my older sister.

 I did not have to create

 something as great as

her canvas of joy.

 I only had to create

something as meaningful.

I created myself into

 the person I am today,

 and that sure does

 mean alot to me.

RPS -25

I found this over the weekend and thought it was cool-ish. RPS-25 is Rock Paper Scissors with 25 different elements and 300 different outcomes.

I know that these are hard to see.You can see the images better Here.
A few I thought were funny was:

• Snake sleeps in Bowl
• Water is toxic to Alien
• Alien vaporizes Dragon
• Monkey flings poop at man.

Memorable Passage- Ray Bradbury

This is from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury:

     "Let me alone," said Mildred. "I didn't do anything."

     "Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"

I like this qoute alot because it say that there are no highs without the lows in life. This make quite a big statement on the life of Montag, the main character, because he has never been happy so he can never be sad.

This is from Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury:

      "Important thing is not the me that's lying here, but the me that's sitting on the edge of the bed looking back at me, and the me that's downstairs cooking supper, or out in the garage under the car, or in the library reading. All the new parts, they count. I'm not really dying today. No person ever died that had a family. "


I like this qoute. It take place between Douglas, a young boy, and his great-grandmother as she is dying. She give him no real answer, but explains to him that her memory will be carried on and that she was not like the woman that she was that day. It reminds me about how to feel about my grandma and how she would never want to trouble me by her passing and how if she were still alive, she would definately not be who I remember her by.