I didnt have a title for this one:)

Like a river flow, Like a flower blooming,  Like everything and every one acting gloomy. JK Lets look around and see the beauty of everyday, and everyday count. Live like no tomarrow, act young again, hang out with old friends. Live life tell the day you watch it flash before your eyes and make it worth watching. Do everything you'v ever wanted to do in life. Life is to short to be taken seriously, or to just do something fun in life. Live life well and do anything to be happy. We only have one life ti live so do everything to make it the best. Remember to leave smething behind, what made you you. Dont spend your life trying to figure out who you are, Its not worth it just live your life and it will figure its sekf out.
      another thing I wrote when I was younger:)

True Beauty & Happiness:)

Have you seen the beauty around us? Have you ever been truley Happy?
Happiness comes from within,  you could be happy anywhere any time. Could be in bad town to some peolpe and only have one friend, But your one true friend makes you Happy and you know thats all that matters in life. Have you ever just watched a bubble float for miles, you think when will it pop. How long will that little bubble go. As you watch the bubble you notice that you see more than just trees and flowers. You see the trees towering over us to make shade. You see flowers blooming, singing their songs in beautiful colors of joy. You see the beauty of everything living around you, and you saw all this because of a strong little bubble. That had the courage to show you that seeing seeing true beauty can bring happiness and love to life. Just think why friends and beauty are on this earth, to make us happy. To prove to us what we live for Happiness. We just always need to remember the little helpers that help us find it.
       just something I wrote when i was younger:)

alien abduction, bromance, mental patient escapee

Today is my 37th day sense i got abducted i guess i am one of the lucky ones to still be alive. The only thing i keep on saying to myself is that i wish the aliens that abducted me would give me more food and have less of a bromance. No joke when i get back home if i ever get back home people will here about this. The aliens said that soon they will do another abduction. They said maybe then you will have a friend, to be completly honest with you i have no idea why they are keeping me alive. Maybe its because i didnt say anything about the bromance. I am just glad to be here. Even though the days suck, an alarm goes off everymorning around 5:30 am and we are expected to wake up then we get weird gross alien food that the call cailgui. Never have the only reason i eat it is because thats one of the only times i eat a day. The alien ship is huge and we only get to see one room of it. I dont know how much longer they willmake me stay in here, slowly they are taking people out which kinda freaks me out. there are only 12 of us left, we started out at 36. One of the aliens just came in and said we will be landing to pick up more of us. I wish the would just tell us were we are right now, this all sucks because i am the calmest person here. There were so many people and they it the cry especially when we were tried up, thats all we heard it was horrible. But now most of them are gone. I hope i am not next, even if i was what are they going to do to me.
               There were people running everywhere the alien abductioin had begun. the alien ship was huge and i was running for it i know that i wasnt the nicest person but now is not my time. I ran but it was still so close. Then it started dropping things i neveer thought in my life time i would ever have to experience this tell, something crashed into the mantal patient facility. I hoped that one of them would woudlnt hurt me. the mental patients here are crazy i thought its dark and i dont know whats going to happen. So i kept running until i tripped my leg wa bleeding and i wanted to give up thats when i saw one of the patients running after me. I started to scream, then both of us got beamed up. I woke up in a room with 50 other people, all but one looked scared. I thought what is wrong with this guy i dont know these aliens are going to do to us and the metal patient that i got beamed up with is more of a threat, and he sit there.
       A whole load of people came in at least 30 of them, all teriffied. The only thing that i dont understand is why they are so scared i guess i was scared when i first got here buti dont fear those bromance aliens. If only they new. Besides that this lady wont stop staring at me i have no dea what is going threw her head right now. All I know is that she won't stop.........

New Home...embelished ad....

Berlyn Florez interview with Alexa Sherman summer 1998      

-New Home- Cheapest Price its Ever Been-We had just moved into this New Home the date was October 4, 1997.  We had five people in our family only one of them is mine,  the other kids were my husbands. The house was perfect,  it had three floors and five rooms, not including the one in the basement. The house was great at first but after you have been there for awhile the house does something to you. I never talked about it to my family, i figured it was just me. Whether I realized it or not I always had an urge to go into the basement.  My  husband and I decided to lock the door to the basement. Our kids were scared of it and thought that if the door wasn't locked at all times we wouldn't be safe. I should have listened to them, I should have fought my urge to go into the basement even now its hard to talk about it. It had been weeks since I wanted to go into the basement. I was alone just doing the laundry when the door seemed to be calling to me. I wanted to open the door so bad, I decided to just go have one look. I thought to myself one look wont kill. What could be down there. So I opened the door, I had only been in the basement once before when we were moving our stuff in. The basement didn't seem bad but I still had the urge to go further in. When I look back I can't really remember what I was thinking. I just remember being there  in the dark. I kept walking down each stair in the dark. I guess I thought I didn't need the light. I had made it to the bottom of the stairs, I still remember it to this day standing there for hours. I don't remember anything after that just that I thought I came back up the stairs, but I didn't, I remember the door bell ringing then coming up. At the door was just another salesman asking me if I wanted to buy hair products. After that I just went back to doing the laundry until everybody came home. When you are in the house you notice a certain feeling you get everytime and you never really know what you are feeling all you know is that your mind is always thinking about one idea in your head that you didn’t  put there and the idea is the intense urge to come to the basement. My housband would find me there in the night at least once a week. We just figured that I slept walked and that I just felt more comfortable down there. The worst night of my life was a month later, the date was january 12, 1998. The day started off regular, I got the kids up,  my husband left before I even woke up or at least thats what I thought.  I got them ready , we ate breakfast and then they left for the bus. I actually left for a job interview that day and I was gone for a couple of hours at the most .  I received a phone call from an unknown number,  it really didn’t strike me as bad or scary so I just forgot about it. I came home to the house that was a disaster.   I was angry at first then remembering that no one else was home suddenly made me scared.  I began thinking that someone had come in and robbed us or wanted something. I slowly put the stuff down as I walked through the house looking to see if whoever came into our house was still there. I got another phone call this time from my husband. I answered and he didn’t say anything but I could hear  myself and mumbling in the background. Thousands of thoughts ran through my mind, is he okay, where is he, why can I hear myself in the background. Then it hit me, The basement, the thought ran through my head I have to go down there but i was scared and didnt want to. I slowly went down the stairs, this time I had a light. I could hear him,  he was still talking to himself and there was another voice,  my heart stopped.  When I saw him laying on the ground it wasn’t his voice I was hearing, the phone was nowhere to be found. I went deeper into the basement when I came to it The Room. I went to reach for the handle when something inside of me told me i needed to turn around now. I looked over my left shoulder. He was gone, my husband that had been laying there seemingly  dead on the ground was gone.  I heard the talking again, I went back for the door as soon as I touched the knob the door to the top of the stairs which was one of my few quick ways out of the basement slammed shut. I remember screaming so loud that I could hear it echoing throughout the basement. I opened the door to see what looked like a witches circle drawn on the ground. This reminded me of when I was younger, my sister and I were into the whole witch thing.  We tried so many things and now when I think about I realize that I brought this all upon myself. When we were younger we liked experimenting with the dark arts. Just above me I could hear the kids walking and I prayed that they would not come downstairs because I know that this is something that lived here many years I can not believe I didn’t  recognize it, I researched it when I was younger, I should have known, I should have trusted my feelings,  . As the door shut behind me, There he stood, A Demon, he had eyes that were fiery red, he had claws that were two inches long and were sharpened to a point.  He smelled of death, it was so overwhelming.   He grabbed me and I fought back and I tried to fight but I couldn’t fight him off. I awoke to find myself  tied to a chair and the three kids laid out  in front of me. On the wall behind them it said demonio de la noche. . it meant demon of the night.  The woman that was interviewing me said well what happened, what was in the in the basement. Did you get hurt, what about your kids. Did they ever find your husband. A single tear ran down my face,  I left the interview.  I knew I just couldn't do it,  I couldn't give her the details from the rest of the night, I couldn’t tell her what happened to me down there and I never will.

 Berlyn Florez interview with Alexa Sherman summer 1998
       -New Home- Cheapest Price its Ever Been-We had just moved into this New Home the date was October 4, 1997. We had five people in our family only one of them is mine, the other kids were my husbands. The house was perfect, it had three floors and five rooms, not including the one in the basement. The house was great at first but after you have been there for awhile the house does something to you. I never talked about it to my family, i figured it was just me. WhetherI realized it or not I always had an urge to go into the basement. My  husbandand I decided to lock the door to the basement. Our kids were scared of it and thought that if the door wasn't locked at all times we wouldn't be safe. I should have listened to them, I should have fought myurge to go into the basement even now its hard to talk about it. It had been weekssince I wanted to go into the basement. I was alone just doing the laundry when the door seemed to be calling to me. I wanted to open the door so bad, I decided to just go have one look. I thought to myself one look wont kill. What could be down there. SoI opened the door, I had only been in the basement once before when we were moving our stuff in. The basement didn't seem bad butI still had the urge to go further in. WhenI look back I can't really remember whatI was thinking. I just remember being there  in the dark. I kept walking down each stairin the dark. I guess I thought I didn't need the light. I had made it to the bottom of the stairs,I still remember it to this day standing there for hours. I don't remember anything after that just thatI thought I came back up the stairs, butI didn't, I remember the door bell ringing then coming up. At the door was just another salesman asking me ifI wanted to buy hair products. After that I just went back to doing the laundry until everybody came home. When you are in the house you notice a certain feeling you get everytime and you never really know what you are feeling all you know is that your mind is always thinking about one idea in your head that you didn’t  put there andthe idea is the intense urge tocome to the basement. My housband would find me there in the night at least once a week. We just figured thatI slept walked and that I just felt more comfortable down there. The worst night of my life was a month later, the date was january 12, 1998. The day started off regular, I got the kids up, my husband left before I even woke up or at least thats whatI thought.  I got them ready , we ate breakfast and then they left for the bus. I actually left for a job interview that day andI was gone for a couple of hours at the most.  I received a phone call from an unknown number, it really didn’t strike me as bad or scary soI just forgot about it. I came home to the housethat was a disaster.   I was angry at first then remembering that no one else was homesuddenly made me scared.  I began thinking that someone had come in and robbed us or wanted something. I slowly put the stuff down asI walked through the house looking to see if whoever came intoour house was still there. I got another phone call this time from my husband. I answered and he didn’t say anything butI could hear  myself and mumbling in the background. Thousands of thoughts ran through my mind, is he okay, where is he, why canI hear myself in the background. Then it hit me, The basement, the thought ran through my headI have to go down there but i was scared and didnt want to. I slowly went down the stairs, this time I had a light. I could hear him, he was still talking to himself and there was another voice, my heart stopped.  When I saw him laying on the ground it wasn’t his voiceI was hearing, the phone was nowhere to be found. I went deeper into the basement whenI came to it The Room. I went to reach for the handle when something inside of me told me i needed to turnaround now. I looked over my left shoulder. He was gone, my husband that had been laying there seemingly dead on the ground was gone.  I heard the talking again,I went back for the door as soon as I touched the knob the door to the top of the stairs which was one of my few quick ways out of the basement slammed shut. I remember screaming so loud thatI could hear it echoing throughout the basement. I opened the door to see what looked like a witches circle drawn on the ground. This reminded me of when I was younger,my sister and I were into the whole witch thing.  We tried so many things and nowwhen I think aboutI realize that I brought this all upon myself. When we were younger we liked experimenting with the darkarts. Just above me I could hear the kids walking and I prayed that they would not come downstairs because I know that this is something that lived here many yearsI can not believe I didn’t  recognize it,I researched it whenI was younger, I should have known, I should have trusted my feelings, . As the door shut behind me, There he stood, ADemon, he had eyes that were fiery red, he had claws that were two inches long and were sharpened to a point.  He smelled of death, it was so overwhelming.  He grabbed me and I fought back and I tried to fight but I couldn’t fight him off. I awoke to find myself  tied to a chair andthe three kids laid out in front of me. On the wall behind them it said demonio de la noche. . it meant demon of the night.
         The woman that was interviewing me said well what happened, what was in the in the basement. Did you get hurt, what about your kids. Did they ever find your husband. A single tear ran down my face,  I left the interview.  Iknew I just couldn't do it, I couldn't give her the details from therest of the night, I couldn’t tell her what happened to me down there and I never will.

:p

We all see a different side of things

fortunantly,unfortunantly

fortunantly, i had an A in math\
unfortunantly, in all my other classes i had Fs
fortunantly, all the classes i ahd Fs are going up now this quarter
umfortunantly, my dinosawr eats all my freashly done homework
fortunantly, i can make up my homework with a late pass
unfortunantly, he also ate all my late passes one day
fortunantly,he ate all my teachers to so there was no need for homework

come here a minute i need to show you something

"what do you need to show me"
"just something over here"
"what if i am doing something"
it will only take a minute"
"okay be there in a sec."
"dont take to long'
"ok i am here"
"what is it"
"a hottube"
"why did you need to show me a hottube"
"i dont know it looked cool"
"oh yeah hottubes look cool"
"alright"
"yeah"
"thanks for showing me a 'cool' hottube"
"oh yeah sure"
"awkward"

Confused Quality

​Confused is someone who will come into your life right when you don’t need him to. Confused will listen to all your conversation only to later then mix it all up in your mind. Confused is always there sitting at edge of your bed. Confused will follow you and try to get you to go to his ways. He will tell you something different every time. When you and Confused are just sitting down chilling, he will tell you something that makes no sense and then top of that, to make it all better he will go through out your day being totally abstract. Confused and Lost are one in the same. They both come and go and then They both come at the same time to make sure that you mind it totally Lost and Confused. Confused known as the mastermind at making you not know a thing about what is going on. I guess there is always a plus to Confused you explore more options.