Dont Bother @ MindSay 
Its okay to have an opinion but why does everyone bother with trying to convince others the their opinions are the right ones? Take religion.. I really started not caring wether there was a god or wether there wasn't, the only reason I hope there is one is because I'm hoping there is a different meaning to my life then to just die and decompose. But at the same time I refuse to look up and convince myself that there's a god. Nothing has ever happened to me to make me think that "oh hey.. you know, there must be a god.". I just get tired of people telling me and pushing me into believing what I dont care to believe.
People do that down to the smallest things
"do you want tea"
"no,"
"oh.. why not?"
"I don't like tea"
"oh.. but you must like tea..try this kind"
"no thanks"
"but its got lots of sugar, its good."
"No thanks, I dont want any god damned tea"
Stop pushing me. I'll hate what I hate.
I met this mormon kid, hes so irritating.. everything he says has to do with his religion, he wrote me a note once and he quoted the book of mormon twice. I have nothing against mormons but personally, I wont be joing that religion any time soon.
I'm also starting to hate this whole thing where every girl is obsessed with emo creatures that talk about geting their heart ripped out
my friend has this on her binder
these hurt me inside... why do people want these? Not to mention most of the people that like these have never had their heart broken. They're just teenagers who think that it "desribes their feelings" you dont see adult walking around with that shit on their pages. My friend amanda pisses me off with this shit.
Howdy howdy all, It is time for our next inventor.
Since I am back behind the wheel I figures someone interested in traffic safety should be the next to get the floor on my humble little blog, So without further ado I would like to present An American by the name of Garrett Augustus Morgan:
Garrett Augustus Morgan (March 4, 1877 - August 27, 1963), was an African-American inventor and businessman. He was the first person to patent a traffic signal. He also developed the gas mask (and many other inventions). Morgan used his gas mask (patent No. 1,090,936, 1914) to rescue miners who were trapped underground in a noxious mine. Soon after, Morgan was asked to produce gas masks for the US Army. Morgan was born in Paris, Kentucky and was the son of former slaves (and the 7th of their 11 children). His formal education ended during elementary school.
As a a teenager (in 1895), Morgan moved north to Cincinnati, Ohio, looking for opportunity. His incredible ability to repair machinery led to many job offers from factories. In 1907, he started his own sewing equipment and repair shop. His business expanded in 1909; he employed 32 people, who used equipment that Morgan made (and invented) himself.
In 1920, Morgan went into the newspaper business, starting the "Cleveland Call." He was very successful, and eventually bought a car. While he was driving along the streets of Cleveland, he realized how unsafe intersections were, and was determined to make driving safer.
Garrett A. Morgan died on August 27, 1963, at the age of 86. His life was long and full, and his creative energies have given us a marvelous and lasting legacy.
For more information about this fine American click the link
http://education.dot.gov/aboutmorgan.html
And now the poetry....here goes...
Ka 'Ba
A closed window looks down
on a dirty courtyard, and black people
call across or scream or walk across
defying physics in the stream of their will
Our world is full of sound
Our world is more lovely than anyone's
tho we suffer, and kill each other
and sometimes fail to walk the air
We are beautiful people
with african imaginations
full of masks and dances and swelling chants
with african eyes, and noses, and arms,
though we sprawl in grey chains in a place
full of winters, when what we want is sun.
We have been captured,
brothers. And we labor
to make our getaway, into
the ancient image, into a new
correspondence with ourselves
and our black family. We read magic
now we need the spells, to rise up
return, destroy, and create. What will be
the sacred words? --Imamu Amiri Baraka
Goddess Bless