i often have to be carefull about where or when i bring my little cusin around with me becouse often times, once i bring him along it becomes verry hard to get rid of him becouse hell always want to be with me. my little cusin has become a piece of chewed gum. its ok to have it for a while but then if your not carefull on how you get ride of it, it might get stuck to you and then it becomes very difficult to get it off. no matter how much you try to remove it completly thers always somthing left behinde such as a smart remark, or the simple unforgetable behavior. the thing about having a chewed piece of gum is that its not always an unplesent experience somtimes you even feel that the gum can distract you or even help you relax. infact its all in how you handle the gum.

As the sun began to set, thoughts of doubt crouded her brain. she looked to her sides and saw the face of her children, all three of them unsatisfied from their bellies, and so tiered it was hard to sleep. looking back to the that day she knew that if she would have met these three faces back then she would not be sitting in the place where she is now.

Like manny single mothers with bastared children Maria decided that imigrating to the us might be the best desition to make. Besides, she had herd manny rummered stories about what life was like in the land of opportunities. Unfortunatly like in most situatiuons, reality is often harsh and not like the rummored stories. Maria still looked younge and full of life when she first arived, but now with everithing she went through, she had aged.

When she had made this desition she had done it so that her kids might have a better life than she did, a good education, a good job, and some day maybe even a good family. Now she doubted her dreams, it seemed that with every day that when by it became harder for these dreams to ever even someday seem real. Unfortunatly there was nothing for her to look back at either. She had left no known family behinde, and everithing she had ever owned, she had sold, and the monny she got from it wasnt enough for anything.

Maria just sat, emty, no longer full of dreams and life. especialy not life, life had become the enemy, it was becouse of the way life treated her that she was were she was. Yet she secretly hoped that life might still be there the next day. that maybe life might become a friend.

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It took me a wile to find one blog that I realy liked and I settled down with this one becouse it's defenetly not dull. Thought it is not all that interesting in the sence that its purpose wouldn't be considered to educate, it is interesting in the sence that it's extreamly random so you finde yourself to be very entertained by it. Although there is no picture, or stated name of the speaker, I infered that it is a younge girl. I came to this conclution after reading only the first two becouse of the sarcastic diction used through out the rest of the postings as well. Becouse there are pictures of the notes posted right on thew blog, the speaker automaticly creats belivable ethos. I realy liked that this blog is not directed to only one kind of audience, but is written so simple and strait forward that anyone can enjoy it. From this blog I have learned that it is a lot better if you provide visual evidence to supprt what it is your addresing.

angary, you would think it was related to being angry but no, it actually means seizure rights.

sarsen, means block of stone.

cassia is am aromatic bark (usually smelly like cinnamon)