i was tagged

(Kat just loves me that much....psh)

Here's how you play:

Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random things, facts, habits, or goals about yourself. At the end choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment (you're it) and to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you. Since you can't tag me back, let me know when you've posted your blog so I can see your answers.

1. I want to punch at least one person in the face a day, usually more. There are just those people....that need it, or at least a good bitch slap.

2. I'm a conspiracy realist, not a theorist. I believe in a few government conspiracies that others seem to ignore, and not pay attention to. Strange? No...educate yourselves.

3. Randomly you might here me say "You know what we should do?" in an excited almost intriguing voice, usually put in the middle of a conversation. Yeah...just know that I feel like contributing, and don't really have anything to say, perhaps ignore me...I dunno.

4. I am NOT a christian, and do not claim any one religion. I don't believe wholeheartedly in an entity like a so called god, and have my doubts as to the accuracy of the bible.

5. I'm a magician, that's what I do. I really enjoy it, love the look on people's faces, and just generally entertaining them. This also goes along with my fascination with people, and the sociology behind their actions. (Kat it seems we share that). I would love to do it professionally if I reach that point.

6. I write poetry and short stories. I LOVE to write and of course read. I feel reading is always a source of great knowledge and enjoyment. I'm not sure if many know that one, just saying I do like to write.

7. I take some kind of pride or thought in pain tolerance. It IS NOT some macho bullshit. I'm not proving anything except to myself. I'm supposed to be the unwavering magician, feel no pain, be someone else. I see myself that way, and keep it up. No reaction. No emotion. Just thoughts. Assess the situation, calculate, but there is no reason to overreact to stupid things such as nerve endings sending warning signals to your brain...

8. I take family seriously. Mafioso all the way. I don't mean like all my family, some so called "family members" are not really in my family as I see it. I also have friends by the way who are family. My close ones. Andy for example is in my family whether he knows it or not, I think he does. The point is, you don't mess with a tight knit group such as that, we have everyone's back, and it becomes our fight, my fight, if you mess with one of us. Pizgatti's take care of their own.

9. People confuse me.... They do. I mean, I read up on psychology, and various things. But....there somehow is a misunderstanding often, when I try to hang with others. I mean....I suppose my friends get me for the most part, but...I'm not sure what's up. I won't say girls are completely confusing...but they can be, just like everyone else. I just don't know what others expect from me, what the fuck do others want? Do I care? Perhaps. Really, I can be whoever, I have no problem playing the chameleon, that's who I am. I adapt when I need to. People just need to be more clear on who they are, so I know who to be. Don't give me that be yourself shit either, everyone changes around others. That's how they survive throughout the world. I KNOW I'm different, but I can act just like the masses if I have to. and OMG This is soooo off topic.... oh...well, number 10 then:

10. I like to rant. See above. It's usually still intelligent I feel, and wish more people would listen to my rants or long winded discussions...but whatever.

I tag....some more fuckers that won't post it. I only posted it because Kat tagged me, I hate myspace, surveys, and most any other annoying bulletin chain mail piece of shit, but hopefully you all learned something about me...now forget it!

I tag Andy (who I've tagged with one of these before), and that's it mother fuckers.

"We cook your meals, we connect your calls, we guard you while you sleep...DO NOT fuck with us!"

"God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."

If you aren't getting the message. Let us put it a bit clearer for your undeveloped brain. You and the rest of your species are headed downhill...this is not changing. You can choose to wake from this dream if you wish, and join the real fight. OR you can GO BACK TO SLEEP. But if you don't awake you are the enemy, and we will be coming.

WE DO NOT FORGIVE. WE DO NOT FORGET. WE DO NOT TAKE MERCY. WE ARE TO BE EXPECTED. WE ARE LEGION.....So Once More...

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♠ DO NOT FUCK WITH US! ♠

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This was from a bulletin by Tristan, and then Daniel added some. My stuff is the last section of the post, but read it all if you feel.

Tristan-
Ok so..
It was the end of last hour and the bell had rang,
everyone is leaving gettin on the bus (well except the kids that drive)
I pull out my cell phone to call my mom and 2 teachers see me on my phone
OMG ITS A PHONE CALL THE FUZZ!
Well they DEMAND ME to CLOSE my phone and hang up on my mom...
I asked can i finish my conversation before i have to go get into trouble.
No! The teachers take my phone! Oh but thank god the principle was right there so they wouldnt have to walk far!
Which these are the teachers who Deliberately look for people who are wearing obscure t-shirts or sees or even smell a cell phone!
Its like Panama Schools are to worried about discipline that they cant focus on the education... They blame the students for us being at the bottom of the totem pole on the EOI tests.
When they are the ones who SHOULD be teaching us.. So do it!
But anyway. I got 3 days of saturday school for callin my mom after school (Wether they say it is or not) Its after school for the kids who rides a bus so it should be for the drivers to right?
My point is, Panama has gotten so bad!
1) No more off campus.... started when i started high school
2)Cameras in EVERY classroom (which was a waste of money... People do u honestly think the principle sits in there watching the screens... think bout it.. hes normally nowhere to be found.. or finding some other rule breaker.. maybe walkin through the halls without a hall pass or something, we could have spent more money on text books, which we def. need, but no lets not do are job and actually get up and check on them lets put cameras in the class rooms soo i can point at the screen and feel like im royalty and do nothing)
3)At lunch.. we cant be in the halls.. we cant use the bathrooms in the school when certain teachers are on duty and sometimes we cant go into the gym to use the bathrooms either if those teachers are on gym duty)
4)Students who drive cant leave until the buses leave...(They say its to protect us) WERE IN HIGH SCHOOL! We should b able to make it across the road! Would u like to hold our hand across the street like they do in elementary!
5) I FEEL LIKE IM IN ELEMENTARY AGAIN! Im sure others agree!
Idk im just ranting because 3 days of saturday school for being on my phone "after school" = Bull SHIT!
Who ever agrees with this Plz RE-post it! If you would like to add some go ahead just add ur name and add on... if u disagree.. id like to hear it too.. i maybe wrong.. so correct me... give me ur props or give me ur.. words!
Thanks!

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Daniel Best:

First of all, I agree with a lot of what Tristan said... Why treat us like we're 6?

My few rants about the school:

1) I got swats for saying 'Jesus Freaking Christ'... I wouldn't have a problem with this if it weren't for the fact that MR. BROOKS said, if I didn't use the Lords name in vain I wouldn't have gotten swats. Thats a trample on my constitutional rights in itself, we are guarenteed a seperation of church and state.

^ I am a Christian, but I am still for the seperation of church and state.

2) We got cameras inside of the school due to the school being threatened with bombs, and killings... False threats, but still, all they're used for is petty things that wouldn't hurt anyone.

3) PETTYNESS! We get sent to the office for being 3 seconds late... Why? Think we lose more education for you yelling at us and writing us down as tardy, than a simple "Go to your seat".


My Rants... xD

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Grant Horton -

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Guys, I agree wholeheartedly. Let me rant a second about what happened today (will be a little long) and then I will add some more about the school in general...

I just got 2 days sat. school for having my mp3  at lunch today. When I refused to give the player to Mrs.Monks they called the superintendent guy who then got me my lunch (as Mrs. Monks wouldn't let me get my lunch) and then took my to the office, guarding my every step over there once again like we're little children. Once in there Drumman (spelling?) did the whole interrogation thing, asking the same questions and drilling them over and over.

"So you DID refuse to give mrs. monks the musical device?"

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           SO after awhile of that and discussing (  I say discussing although he did most all the talking, hard to get a respected word in) every way it breaks the rules, and all the offenses I have, mr. brooks comes in and we have to do the whole question thing again. I have to empty my pockets, but obviously...magician, so fuck them they still didn't get my phone! HA, I shoulda ditched the mp3 to someone before I got there though so there would have been no proof of that either.

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            Anyways, yeah. At some point Brooks tried to tell me I also shouldn't wear my necklace because it looks like a wallet chain, and those are banned because their considered weapons, on a wallet, neck, or whatever. I told him that pencils and scissors were weapons as well. He did the whole drilling of no educational value in mp3 players. Yeah bitch, thats why I was using it at LUNCH, MORNINGS, END OF THE DAY, AND AT BREAK! BECAUSE WE ARE NOT DOING EDUCATIONAL THINGS AT THAT TIME. If I want music during those times I should be able to listen to my heart's content as long as it is up during class.

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Alright, so I have sat. school twice, and if I miss that it keeps doubling, then I get suspended until I serve them. He also threatened that if I kept getting in trouble like this I would be basically kicked out of the school, because I'm a transfer and the superintendent said he can do that...course he can exercise his authority. I don't want to go into their little Gestapo act anymore, onto the school rant.

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(1). Yes, I agree with the camera thing, it's insane and retarded. Looking at those monitors today there is no way he knows what's really going on in any class, there is no sound and the monitors are way across the office from his desk and I doubt his old self can see that shit.

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(2). Say whatever you want, and I don't care what religion you are...but there end up being discussion and conversations about religion. I'm not dissing anyones religion in any way...but there is SUPPOSEDLY that separation  of church and state...and they just ignore it. So far I think I've heard Mr. Cox almost step over that discussion line whether he realizes or not. And Mrs. Monks I had let and didn't care because I was interested in the conversations and why they think like that...but not especially now after she got me in trouble for this, and the way she acted. She showed us "A letter to Hell" on Fucking GODTUBE.com which should be blocked the same as youtube.com. And I could have gotten her in trouble perhaps for that, she showed us a video of a little girl saying a scripture type thing...cute as that was...and offered to show it again the other day where if the bell hadn't rang she would have. And From speaking to another person I THINK she has showed them in another class. So if she is my friend on here and reads this...fine, it doesn't offend me...but I don't want to see it so try to resist the impulse to play christian scare tactic themed videos.

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(3).Education...Did my. brooks say there wasn't educational value in my mp3 player? What about the abstinence group that comes for a week spouting false information and scare tactic themed things as well to scare us into not having sex. I was in biology class for BIOLOGY! And TRUE information.

NOT THIS:

"They have to burn those off with acid, yeah they put acid on your penis." As disturbing as that is...no, they use cryotherapy now...and freeze it off and it isn't as painful at all, and doesn't seem to scar as often. That's a small example of the shit they were saying.

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(4).Why is there an Ag class? We don't do SHIT! I thought we were here for our "education"....psh. Fuck off guys...fuck off.

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Justice Halls

I walk through the corridors by night,
I wonder what could have gone wrong
What could instill this fright
What could make us sing their song

I realize it's all been planned
It's happening as I speak
Little do we know we've been damned
They think we defeated, weak

They started from young
We were lead astray
I thought truth they sung
Until I saw what was on the tray

Lies they fed
Hoping to deceive
We're safe in our head
Or so we believe

Truth be told, they knew the cost
But they saw the profit before
Now soon, it seems all is lost
The world a Babylonian whore

Arise I tell you, all is not lost
Arise for the day is near
We will arise, no matter the cost
It should be us they fear

I tell you this, to be prepared
To let the whisper drive on
Keep your neighbor, from being ensnared
It might start at breaking of dawn

We will win in the end, from the clutches of greed
They will see the error of their lies
We will shake free, rip up evil's seed
Until every last remnant dies

It will repeat, as history does
But pray we shall be more prepared
Justice is blind, it always was
To be it's eyes we have dared

I still walk the corridors by night
Now I know what went wrong
The people forgot they can fight
They've once broken free of this song

They say those that forget the past
Are always due to repeat
I wonder how long this cycle can last
I suppose I might should have a seat

I can walk the corridors by day
Although a bit less inviting
I wonder what people might say
To see me internally fighting

So we struggle through life
So much 'till it ends
How bloody the knife
The pain that it lends

You walk the corridors, although unaware
I see you often, though you quickly depart
You slowly will wake, see what is fair
And will help with the quest, to free the heart

These corridors are lonely
I hope the crowd grows
The wish "If only, If only"
Their hopefulness shows

Walk with me, you might see a change
I confess I do not know when
This new age might be strange
But certainly justice can't be sin

I walk the corridors by day and night
Hoping it will help make the change
We will fight for justice and what is right
Its up to you on just how to arrange

By: Grant Horton