I know that sometimes I chase cats and it seems for no apparent reason, but it is really just cause I want to give them a big hug!

Jealousy

I think that Rudyard Kipling knew what he was doing when he wrote the poem "If". It Reminds me a lot about some of the simple truths that I found out on my own and would have like to have been told. Although I doubt that I would have listened to them all if I had been told them. It sounds like the kind of poem that a father gives to to his troubled sun, followed by hugs from the whole family. like this picture!( being smothered by the ones you love, and not enjoying it, but afterward knowing that they did it because they loved you and being grateful for it)

I really like the line "If you can bear the truth you've spoken." The line really touched me, and reminded me that I am going to have to bear everything I say, and do, and if it is something negative it will only weigh me down more instead of trying to lift me up. I think that it was a very well written poem, and I am jealous that I do not have that much skill.

I like hippos

Complaints

I am tired. I'm tired of people who think that they are so much better than everybody else, when in reality they are far from that. I'm tired of not being able to wake up in the mornings. I tired of trying to squeeze into societies little square. I'm tired of worrying about what she might think about me. I'm tired of the mistrust. I'm tired. I'm tired of this longer winter and waiting for the happiness of Spring to come and end my dreary state, and yet I'm tired that I know that I can control my own season's and I spend much more time in fall and winter than in spring and summer. I'm tired of not having all the legos I want, to be able to build my best creation. I'm tired of my dog not coming when I call her. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm tired of pain. I'm tired. I'm tired of not being in complete control. I'm tired of unfulfilled wishes. I'm tired of being tired. I am tired.

What is love?

Love is singing until you lose your voice. Love is loving the love of the people you love. Love is thinking, stopping, mastering, going, listening, and helping. Love is serving the unserved. Love is dying, and love is living. Love is watching, and letting them do it for themselves and not shoving them into it. Love is crying all night long with her. Love is playing your last song. Love is following, more loyal than a dog. Love is begging for forgiveness, and love is forgiving. Love is remembering. Love is never alone, and love is always alone. Love is undying. Love is following in the master's footsteps. Love is mysterious.

What would I do?

What would I do if I was at the grocery store, and a man came up to me and said he was from the FBI, then he told me that there was a woman, and that she had kidnappe a baby and he needed me to go retrieve the baby for him?
I would go get the baby from the women and then go hide in the gardening section of the store, cause it is a wal-mart. I call the police so they can come and make sure that the FBI dude is not a fraud. The I use my Kung Fu to keep everybody away from me, and I run to the doll section. I replace the baby with a doll and give the man and the lady eash a doll. They, at first, do not notice that it is only a doll and start to leave.
Then I run back to the real baby, but the baby is gone. I go to the lost and found box. I find the banby in it and then run to the bicycle section. I take a bicycle and ride around the store. I am too fast for the FBI dude and the lady. then the police come and sort it all out, then I do my grocery shopping and go home.