We Live in a World of Repetition

I once heard from someone that what we say has already been repeated like a million times because out of the all the people in the world it doesn't make sense that what you've said is any different from joeseph robert william or joe bob bill. so when people say something is corny or cliche wouldn't everything be cliche?

Profiles of Our Teens

1. "young&Crazy: life is to precious to worry about the stupid stuff have fun; part, dance all night, fall in love, say anything you want, do anything you want and REGRET NOTHING"

----------I for realsies DID NOT make this up!! first of all, i would use the right "too" and then i would probably use commen sense instead of whatever this is.

2. "i dont believe in god.... i read harry potter."

------- If i hear another goddamn hp fan i think i might just have to READ IT (barf in a corner)

3. "RIOT! riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIOT! riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIOT!riot riot t riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIOT! riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIOT! riot riot RIOT! riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIOT! riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIOT! riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIOT! riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIO T! riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIOT! riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot riot RIO T! riot riot riot riot riot RIOT! riotRIOT!
PARAMORE!"

------ what can i say? i am NOT the biggest paramore fan in the world, and i bet this person isn't either.

4. P.S i love you

------This just may be the worst, and i think i may have already written about how rediculous this is, but let me reiterate myself: (1)The fact that you must show the lucky lady/man your love on your profile is somewhat saddening. (2)the rest of the world doesn't care worth a hoot (3)you make me want to barf in a corner with tom thumb

Let's NOT Play Pretend

I am broken in two. that explains why i have humorous links on my posts and other serious topics on others. some parts of me want to attract people and be who everyone likes, bu on the oher side i want to be artsy and isolated. right now, i'm feeling very artsy. i still haven't "figured out" what my real personality is and all that jazz. but, right now i'd rather be artsy and earn friends through that.
Where do we find our souls? do they appear at the bus station or in our first showers we take alone. or does it appear when we are sent to school and it accumulates from the dripping sweat from our foreheads because we are now alone. i remember the time my kindergarden teacher asked me to "play pretend" with some of the other girls because i was spending too much time at the drawing station. she told me i had to play with the other people in order to go back to drawing. while the other girls stired an empty pot with an old wooden spoon and bossed each other around, i stood there staring at my teacher. she told me to do something as she took notes, i simply stood there. i hated it. for some reason i hated being with the other kids. i wanted to either be with my parents or by myself. my teacher shoo'd me off and i went back to my drawing area.
Now when i walk into high school, i often think of that moment where i was forced to be someone i wasn't and still am not. i'm not good with people, though i wish i am. it takes me a long time to feel comfortable.
You're probably wondering, why do i care, right? but maybe you too are like this.

Make Your own STAR WARS

http://www.maddogproductions.com/starwars.htm
Make your own Starwars/star treck/battle star gilactica movie!

Ghost ride THE WHIP

Check this puppy out
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlTvSUCCqPo
and the best part is that my brother DRIVES THE SAME CAR!

A Mind in a Coma

I wonder what the human mind dreams once in a coma. i once wrote a 92 page story about this. it was called "Breathlessly Alive". i loved it. i would tell the world about it, but i'm afraid it isn't copyrighted yet. but the worst part is i spelled coma like comma. my dad pointed it out after i had already turned it in. my teacher didn't read it anyway. she was bald and our class made jokes that she accidently married her husband because he didn't speak english (he was japanese). it was crule. i felt bad, but she was boring as hell and sexist.
Back to the wondering at hand- i think i'm going to try and publish that story.... someday.

Life, I Guess

so, we're driving down york while my sister and my mom's windows are open, mine is up. my mom asks me if there is too much wind. i only wish that she would have the same sympathy for me in school. well, that's life, i guess.

Amateur Lover

Normally, i don't waste my posts on love because i have never really been in love and the fact that people, my age, write about such things is intolerable. i must be candid when i write about such subject because i feel so strongly that i just must curse: they don't know shit about love, and the fact that an amateur can point it out, is telling you something.
Plus love is just so boring to write about: it's such a generic and boring subject and pretty difficult not to make it trite: which rarely occurs.

Lines of Love

Two people
Who
Fit together perfectly
Each are too shy to speak
Both feel guilty of their silence
But not badly enough
To come out and play
The game

One morning in the deep winter
She went for a walk on the one side of the river
He on the other
They walked in deep thought
Both focusing on the scenery below them
Consisting of
leaves drenched in ice,
Twigs and sticks holding hands with the solid dirt;
Never letting go.
They both pondered of each other and their
Silence.
Never on their walk did they come together;
Never did one notice the other on the opposing side;
Never did one notice what was ahead;
Just waiting for the end to crush their souls;
To crush what they had wanted but were too
Afraid
So their only defense was
Silence.

Above, from the eyes of heaven
The spectrum in view is only seen as
Two parallel lines;
Just two parallel lines;
Never ending
Never starting
Never loving

I've Lost my Mind

I need everything to have a phone number so that i can call it and find it. the next thing i know i'll lose my mind.... where did that go?

how about some ice, for that BURRN!!!
(that was helpful right? well, whatever, i think u need to go Japan's best bakery and order yourself one large slice of HUMBLE PIE!!!! <3 tyty baby)

I Just Don't Get It

Am I missing something?
Am I missing a crucial piece to fill this puzzle I'm building?
Am I walking in the woods at nighttime or jumping on an inch wide trampoline?
Why is it like this?
I just don't get it

Am I supposed to act like everybody else?
Am I supposed to think like everybody else?
Am I supposed to be that skinny?
Am I supposed to die my hair to match my dress?
I just don't get it

Am I supposed to go to dances?
Am I supposed to date guys?
Am I supposed to act stupid?
Am I supposed to like army-looking cars that only get 3 miles every gallon?
I just don't get it

Am I supposed to be that smart?
Am I supposed to be able to read in front of the class?
Am I supposed to be nice to everyone?
I just don't get it

Do I get to have an identity?
Do I get anything of my own?

Am I supposed to stick up for her?
Am I supposed to agree with her?
Am I supposed to be her friend?
I just don't get it

Am I supposed to be like her?
Am I supposed to be like everyone else?
Am I supposed to be myself?
I just don't get it

Am I supposed to believe?
Am I supposed to die?
Am I supposed to be here?
Am I supposed to be at all?

I just don't get it

Seasons

Grains fall from the heavens
And pitifully land on the earth beneath
Flowers bloom and rain shatters the grains'
Existence
The sun breeds more
And more
Until all our faces sting with the golden rays,
Finally our blooms have fallen and our
Hands are splintered with labor.
Then the cycle begins all
over again

we begin at our toes
still inside the shoes that which cover our feet
then we grow to our full foot
with a heel and an ankle,
then;
at that time
we learn;
we learn how to become
us

30ROCK

I think people under estimate 30Rock. it's an amazing show and it was perfectly casted. if it wasn't for grey's anatomy then i think 30 rock would've been watched way more often. the time really changes everything. AlSo, tina fey gave up snl for this show, we all appreciated her work there, why can't we appreciate her work somewhere else? yeh, well, there's my "rant". i just wih the show would have been more popular so there isnt this big mystery of whether it's coming back in the fall.

Innocence pt. 2

everything we do affects how, when, why we die. the people we meet mold our life into the state it is when we succumb. some people change our opinions, change the way we act, change the way we breathe; they all change our lives. they affect our every move. maybe it's a move to a bowl of icecream or move to a revolver, knife, candle stick, pipe, rope. but the person who doesn't allow others to infultrate their lives simply isn't born yet. so perhaps innocence does breathe just in the ones that are breathless.

Remarkable

Sometimes i question how our heads stay on our necks. it seems as though we hold our heads in such strange positions at times and i only wonder why doesn't it just roll off? the gravitational pull is much too high at points. remarkable.

Human kind

As my dad and i drove my ungreatful, older sister home, we all rolled down our windows. at first it was refreashing and crisp, but as countless trees flew by my wincing face, i became more and more insulted by the wind in my soon-to-be dry eyes. i rolled up my window, leaving my sister's lighter air to be brushed against her face then onto mine. It was a lighter air than what i was used to, but it was still surprisingly refreashing. though i do respect my sister, i do not respect her choices. i feel that i must now uphold what my sister did not. now, i feel lackluster and lazy knowing that i may be bound to fail, as she did. as though i think she did, but for all i know she is in the process of revealing herself to success somewhere. her grades weren't "up to snuff" and not a day goes by that i don't regret mine, though i do hide it, unfortunetly. i think my stubornness is what has led me to this state of mind: i have to be lazy in order to fulfill what mold i have managed to widdle myself. but, what does this have to do with a window in a car? well, mine has closed and her's still lies open. then, again i did at one point open a window of my own, maybe we all dread having everything fall on our backs, when we could blame everything on someone elses.

francais

salut,
comment-vas tu? je m'appelle ivy ribbon. je suis bof et tres fatigue. je me manque toi. je ne sais pas quoi faire. je suis rate un examen. qu'est-ce tu ferais?


---ivy ribbon

brief synopses

Some people may be wondering why i don't capitalize anything. well, i think it adds my own special touch. along with the fact that i always largen&bold the 1st letter of my posts.

Our Drunk TV's

Why is there nothing on tv anymore? the television used to be a family gathering; a spot where the mother would stop nagging, cooking, working, cleaning, the dad would stop.... doing whatever he would do, and the children would come in from playing outside to be together or doing their homework. Sure it would be better if something else brought families together, but we aren't all Ned Flanders. but, frankly, tv sucks these days. watching with my father, we come to vh1 and Flavor of Love Charmschool is on. every second there's some "woman's" bosom or buttox being smudged out. if that won't turn you away than the cursing will! personally they sound like bore and i had to change the channel after 5 minutes. But, the worst part about it is that i want to know who gets kicked off next. i can't believe that i actually stood up till 10 on Sundays to see the new episode. and while I'm watching that my dad is watching Deadliest Catch, a show about fishing for king crabs in Alaska. oh, and there's a new show about tanning and the "people behind it". what the hell is going on with our sociey?? fiashing shows! whore shows! and now tanning freak shows!

"innocence"

some days i feel dead, not fully dead, just the dead that grows on our stomachs, and thighs. some days i feel death arise from my own room. i hear it slither under my bed and into my closet. There it reproduces and spreads till it covers my whole eye space. Other days i feel death manifest my brain and my voice speaks for the blackness inside of me. when were we ever innocent?
when were we ever full of white?
how can anyone consider the fact that they diserve anything? the black among us cannot covered by blue, red, orange, green or anyother color.

we never dine alone

Another Mankind Weakness

I rarely ever put my hands in "pray position", if that is the proper term. i feel as though humans show weakness if they beg. I believe that the weak are the ones who spend their Sundays begging for "God" to forgive them. The fact that some need a petty idea to rely one to get them through their harsh times is sickening. yes, i have been to church, but only to see right through the sexist and prejudice thoughts that have been writtenin a bible and then followed through by "God's' children. i find it hard to believe the story of Adam and Eve and somehow they dodge the dinosaurs and how Eve was made from the ling of Adam. back to my point, i find my hands feeling discomfort and awkward when they put into this position , and i feel awkward when i am forced into this position of worship that is fake. what ever happened to just believing in your self?

High School

what's the deal with smoking and alcohol? What's the high? Feeling vulnerable to rape and pregnancy (that is if you are of the feminine gender), or is that you feel "cool" for the night and "cool" the next morning. I bet one feels really "cool" when one's cleaning up one's barf from the night before and the barf of one's "friends" on a bad stomach and head ache. Or is it the high that you get when your whole life is left in a dumpster when you are 30 or maybe twenty five when you have crashed your car and killed a friend or yourself, or maybe when you recieve the news of lung cancer, not to mention cirrhosis-a liver disease that is caused by heavy use of alcohol. Oh, how did i forget, usually when a girl is a little tipsy, a guy slips in an Ecstasy pill and the girl become unconcious. Guess what happens then.... yeah the guy rapes her! Sounds like fun, huh? The guy might be laughing but the girl isn't when she has a baby at 15 (or whenever). So yeah, I'd rather not party "young &crazy" I'd rather keep to myself and stay above the influence.

Don't you see world??! This is what your young is doing, and has been since 6th grade (well some of them)!!! WAKE UP PARENTS AND CRACK THE WHIP, SAVE YOUR CHILD'S LIVER AND LUNGS!!!



(listen to the dog on that commercial)

A Beginning Trail of Marked Thoughts

Why do we live to please the world around us? The world at which has spawned us to nurture it with enriched soils and water. But where is the sun? The universal energy source, from human to bacteria, we all need it. But, in the smallest nook of importance our occupations manifest in our lives and brains. Instead of worrying about where we will be in 30 million years or if our great, great, great, great grandchildren will have clean air to breathe, or what species will be the next sli through the sensors of humanity, or next person to die early of HIV, but we stand sturdy worrying about our jobs and perhaps our childrens' science projects and A's that we have to achieve without learning anything in order to have "options" in life. All important, just not equally. I don't believe that all our people in this society have either been raised not to think like this or choose not to because they believe their lives are mmore important than everyone else. Sure, we all get to be selfish at some point, but not this one.