My Grandmother's Sock

Ranked among the highest valued items of all times is Clarita Soares's sock. (It's value was seconded only to her used tissue, it's value somewhere around $.10,009,050,021.96.) The awe-inspiring article of clothing sold for a whopping 8,000,000,002. To Clarita's great dismay, it was not her who received riches for her sock. On the night of December 24, 1556, Mrs. Soares was residing at a luxurious hotel, relaxing in bed. She was reading a complex, intense, tragic novel called "Clifford Barks!", part of the Clifford: the Big Red Dog series. Suddenly, she bolted up in bed. It had just hit Mrs. Soares that her sock was not upon her foot. She must have accidentally sent it to the laundry women. THE HORROR! Downstairs, a maid sighed and yanked out another article of clothing to be washed. Her chubby hands reached over to drop it into the washing machine, when... Her large green eyes widened. The sight before her was unbelievable. It was a thick, turqoiuse sock, a few holes in it here and there. A grass stain lay on top of the toe area, and a tooth mark around the ankle. "This must be Clarita's legendary sock!" She thought, adrenaline rushing, heart pumping faster than a snail can run. So she sold it. Clarita learned a valuable lesson. In the maid's own words, "FINDERS, KEEPERS, LOSERS, WEEPERS!!! NYEEAH! HA HA HA!!!"

Be Happy!

And now a quote from me. "Why sulk alone about your past when you could be laughing with your friends in the present?". It's my new motto. I've realized that the most memorable moments aren't slumping in a murky corner feeling sorry for yourself, they consist of laughing with friends and enjoying yourself. Don't spend your time worrying about what other people think about you. That's their problem and it won't affect you. If they don't like you, oh well. Just be yourself! When you feel happy, your entire outlook flips from a pessimistic "I'm miserable and the world and everything in it sucks" to an optimistic "This is the life! Who cares about that little problem, I love life!". My father used to tell me to be more serious. I, on the other hand, felt a little flippancy here and there was useful. Our conversations went something like this: Dad: You need to be more serious. You won't get good grades if you're not serious. Me: Dad, I'm an A student. Why are grades so important, anyway? Dad: You're in 3rd grade. (I was in third grade then.) School will be harder (boy, was he right!) and if you don't focus, you won't pass your classes. Grades are important so you can go to a good college and get a good job, so you can be successful in life. Me: Do you really think the college is going to care about my grades as much as the SATS? Dad: No, but they will look at them. If you aren't serious about the SATs, you won't do well. You won't be successful in life. Me: Yes, I will. When I'm on my death bed, if someone asks me if my life was successful, I don't want to say, "Yes, it was successful because I had a high paying job,"! I want to say, "Yeah, because my life was fun!". That's the most memorable part of life. Dad: Life isn't about fun and games. Me: Life isn't about money and academics, either, or else cavemen never existed. Life's about enjoying yourself, which is called F-U-N FUN.

Free Kareem!

I cannot believe I have never heard of this! Kareem, from Egypt, started to blog. Suddenly, he was on trial for "inciting to disrupt the peace and to overthrow the regime", his family is disowning him, and his life is destroyed. Just because he spoke out against the Islam religon in his blog. Here in America, we all have freedom of speech. We should do something about the other countries that don't. Do you really think this is fair? Censorship! I don't care which country you live in: it should allow you to say whatever you want. (Which all the communist countries don't have but I'm not talking about that right now.) An article on Kareem Why should Kareem be forced to repent just for voicing an opinion? It contained no threats, no violence, nothing perverted. If you care about freedom, click here.

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Dead Puppies and Lies

There are plently of intelligent people in the world, but there are also tons of clueless, pathetic humans out there too. Okay, this rumor is rather old, but I just found it. Why would someone joke about that? People could have actually believed it and stopped going to Marilyn Manson concerts. Which is exactly what the person wants. How pathetic! I'm not a huge fan of Marilyn Manson, but wild rumors like that are just lame. If I read that, and possessed enough naivety to believe it, then I might feel miserable for the rest of the day. Even knowing it isn't true, just reading that makes me feel sick. No one is heartless enough to kill puppies. The real heartless ones are the ones thinking of it. Like the idiot who made that sickening rumor up. I'm making WAY too big of a deal about this, especially since it doesn't affect me and was in 1999, but that's just me. Crazy.

Welcome Back

Okay, I'm back! *crickets chirping* Oh, that's right, none of you know who I am. Well, I am Corvinna. I speak my mind and despise ignorance and docile cowards. No, I'm not a completely inexperienced blogger. Once I had a blog. But it was on MySpace, and once MySpace became too corporational, I quit it, deleting a blog with all my effort within it! Ah well. I welcome myself back. You should too. Or else! Just kidding. Let me tell you a bit about myself. (And if you don't want to hear it, LEAVE!) -I lean towards the left-wing. -I love animals. I petition to save flies and such. -When I have a comment, I won't worry about hurting anyone's feelings. -I speak my mind. What use are my opinions if I keep them to myself? -Crows are awesome. Note the "corvin"na. -I have a few hobbies (but no talents) and they are: writing, biking, running, reading, softball, friends, political debate. And, of course, frogs and other animals! And the TOP, most important characteristic about me appears to be the fact that I am weird!