Pe Day Quotes

He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Guess who has PE first hour? This is so unfair. I start the day off perspiring like an elephant in heat. Don't the people who make up our schedule understand body odor? Don't they understand frizzy hair?

It was something I couldn't put my finger on or define clearly, but a whole mishmash of words and incidents, all rolling quickly and building, like a snowball down a hill, to gather strength and bulk to flatten me. It wasn't what they said, or even just the looks they exchanged when they asked me how school was that day and I just mumbled fine with my mouth full, glancing wistfully over at Scarlett's, where I was sure she was eating alone, in front of the TV, without having to answer to anyone. There had been a time, once, when my mother would have been the first I'd tell about Macon Faulkner, and what P.E. had become to me. But now I only saw her rigid neck, the tight, thin line of her lips as she sat across from me, reminding me to do my homework, no I couldn't go to Scarlett's it was a school night, don't forget to do the dishes and take the trash out. All she'd said to me for years. Only now they all seemed loaded with something else, something that fell between us on the table, blocking any further conversation.

I do the splits perfectly in PE. I lose half a pound in two days. I get the spinach and pig-meat frittata from the lo-carb section for lunch. And no-one else knows. I mentally construct a MyFace status, polishing the memories carefully until they shine. The need to record my life is as fundamental as my need to breathe. Without MyFace, I'm floating. I have nothing to anchor me down, to prove I exist.

De ce naiba se interpune între viață și literatură un soi de zid al rușinii? În momentul în care începe să lucreze la o povestire sau la un roman, scriitorul tipic își pune guler scrobit și se urcă pe dulap. (...) Neghiobii aceștia cred că seriozitatea trebuie să fie solemnă sau să nu mai fie deloc; de parcă Cervantes a fost solemn.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must’ve been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don’t let that fool you. You should’ve seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Am vrut ca iubirea sa invinga tot. Dar iubirea nu poate sa invinga nimic. Ea nu poate sa faca nimic de una singura. Se bazeaza pe noi. Sa invingem in numele ei.

Oare când îl va înţelege sătulul pe cel flămând?

TUJHE WAPIS MEIN LAUN KAISE... Tere bin jeena is dil ko sikhaun kaise, Hoon dil shikasta, tujhe wapis mein laun kaise, Tujhe yaad kar k jo girtay hein aansu mere, Dunya walon se unko chhupaun kaise, Baad tere jo kuch bhi hai beeta mujh par, Dastaan wo mein tujh ko sunaun kaise, Wo jo soya tu us din to na utha kabhi, Raha sochta mein k tujh jo jagaun kaise, Poochtay hein yeh jo mujh se k tu kaisa tha, Teri azmat ka inko bataun kaise, Tujhe bichhray ik arsa ab hone ko hai, Magar is dil ko yeh yaqeen mein dilaun kaise, Chehray ki is hansi pe na jao yaaron, Tum ko dil k zakham mein dikhaun kaise, Tere hone se hi hansta tha yeh dil saadi, Hoon pareshan ab isko hansaun kaise…!

2PE3.10 But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night; in the which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up.

Iata ce-am invatat despre cancer: iti arata ce inseamna o boala incurabila si apoi te azvarle inapoi in lume, in propria ta viata, cu toata placerea si dulceata ei, pe care le simti acum mai mult ca niciodata. Si stii ca ti s-a dat ceva si ti s-a luat ceva.

Fiecare persoana este o posibilitate. Sentimentalii incurabili simt cel mai acut asta, dar chiar si pentru altii, singurul mod de a nu se da batauti este sa vada fiecare persoana ca pe-o posibilitate.

ketchup sandwich. Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must’ve been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don’t let that fool you. You should’ve seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria. Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn’t do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death-by-in-school-suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip. ‘I’m going to kill her,’ I mumbled.

THE MEANEST, MOST MURDEROUS and one of the cleverest Indians in Oregon's settlement days was Chief Paulina of the Walpapi (Woll-Pah-Pe, (for Munipuitoka) tribe of Snakes. Paulina's native name is not known, but there were many different spellings of the name given him by white men: Paulina, Pauline, Pauninna, Pahnina, Pahnaina, Pahninee, Pannina, Paninna, Panain, Ppanane, Palihi, Penina, Pallina, Palina, Paluna, Poliney and Polini - and there may be others.

Everyone would wear the same clothes every day and they would be made from soft grey fabric that felt good against the skin, not itchy, scratchy or harsh. At school, you could choose what to do. If you didn’t like art or PE, you could read instead. Every day the library was stocked with new books. No one shouted or raised their voices. If you ever broke a rule a proper grown-up explained why it was a rule and why it mattered and then you were simply told – kindly – not to do it again.

Indiferent că trăiesc mult sau puțin, sunt în viață acum, în acest moment. Ce vreau eu să știu e că există și alte lucruri la care merită să sperăm, nu doar durata vieții. Ce vreau eu să știu e că nu e necesar să evităm gândurile legate de suferință sau moarte, dar că nici nu e necesar să le acordăm prea mult timp și spațiu. Ce vreau eu e să am conștiința faptului că viața e trecătoare. Și apoi, în lumina (sau umbra) acestei informații, să știu cum să trăiesc. Cum să trăiesc acum. Iată ce am aflat despre cancer: îți arată ce înseamnă o boală incurabilă și apoi te azvârle înapoi în lume, în propria ta viață, cu toată plăcerea și dulceața ei, pe care le simți acum mai mult ca niciodată. Și știi că ți s-a dat ceva și ți s-a luat ceva. Ți s-a dat ceva și ți s-a luat ceva. [...] Era o idee simplă și totuși complexă, o idee care trebuie analizată pe îndelete. Ce ți s-a dat e o nouă perspectivă despre cum să-ți trăiești viața, iar ce ți s-a luat este iluzia unei vieți infinite și credința în particularitatea personală care ne scoate de sub incidența legii naturale.

She was the first close friend who I felt like I’d re­ally cho­sen. We weren’t in each other’s lives be­cause of any obli­ga­tion to the past or con­ve­nience of the present. We had no shared his­tory and we had no rea­son to spend all our time to­ gether. But we did. Our friend­ship in­ten­si­fied as all our friends had chil­dren – she, like me, was un­con­vinced about hav­ing kids. And she, like me, found her­self in a re­la­tion­ship in her early thir­ties where they weren’t specif­i­cally work­ing to­wards start­ing a fam­ily. By the time I was thirty-four, Sarah was my only good friend who hadn’t had a baby. Ev­ery time there was an­other preg­nancy an­nounce­ment from a friend, I’d just text the words ‘And an­other one!’ and she’d know what I meant. She be­came the per­son I spent most of my free time with other than Andy, be­cause she was the only friend who had any free time. She could meet me for a drink with­out plan­ning it a month in ad­vance. Our friend­ship made me feel lib­er­ated as well as safe. I looked at her life choices with no sym­pa­thy or con­cern for her. If I could ad­mire her de­ci­sion to re­main child-free, I felt en­cour­aged to ad­mire my own. She made me feel nor­mal. As long as I had our friend­ship, I wasn’t alone and I had rea­son to be­lieve I was on the right track. We ar­ranged to meet for din­ner in Soho af­ter work on a Fri­day. The waiter took our drinks or­der and I asked for our usual – two Dirty Vodka Mar­ti­nis. ‘Er, not for me,’ she said. ‘A sparkling wa­ter, thank you.’ I was ready to make a joke about her un­char­ac­ter­is­tic ab­sti­nence, which she sensed, so as soon as the waiter left she said: ‘I’m preg­nant.’ I didn’t know what to say. I can’t imag­ine the ex­pres­sion on my face was par­tic­u­larly en­thu­si­as­tic, but I couldn’t help it – I was shocked and felt an un­war­ranted but in­tense sense of be­trayal. In a de­layed re­ac­tion, I stood up and went to her side of the ta­ble to hug her, un­able to find words of con­grat­u­la­tions. I asked what had made her change her mind and she spoke in va­garies about it ‘just be­ing the right time’ and wouldn’t elab­o­rate any fur­ther and give me an an­swer. And I needed an an­swer. I needed an an­swer more than any­thing that night. I needed to know whether she’d had a re­al­iza­tion that I hadn’t and, if so, I wanted to know how to get it. When I woke up the next day, I re­al­ized the feel­ing I was ex­pe­ri­enc­ing was not anger or jeal­ousy or bit­ter­ness – it was grief. I had no one left. They’d all gone. Of course, they hadn’t re­ally gone, they were still my friends and I still loved them. But huge parts of them had dis­ap­peared and there was noth­ing they could do to change that. Un­less I joined them in their spa­ces, on their sched­ules, with their fam­i­lies, I would barely see them. And I started dream­ing of an­other life, one com­pletely re­moved from all of it. No more chil­dren’s birth­day par­ties, no more chris­ten­ings, no more bar­be­cues in the sub­urbs. A life I hadn’t ever se­ri­ously con­tem­plated be­fore. I started dream­ing of what it would be like to start all over again. Be­cause as long as I was here in the only Lon­don I knew – mid­dle-class Lon­don, cor­po­rate Lon­don, mid-thir­ties Lon­don, mar­ried Lon­don – I was in their world. And I knew there was a whole other world out there.

Invizibilii. Îi vînam peste tot, îi colecționam, îmi populam paradisul interior cu ei. Trăim într-o civilizație a imaginii, se spune peste tot, într-un Ev Media, zice un filozof contemporan, what you see is what you get, spune înțelepciunea populară. Însă lucrurile stau, de fapt, pe dos: cînd în corpul realului imaginile au metastazat, imaginile care ni se refuză sunt cu atît mai hipnotice, ce nu se vede e cu atît mai prețios, nevăzutele și nevăzuții sunt obiecte de cult. Îi colecționam, prin urmare, pe invizibili cum ar fi colecționat un mistic dement fragmente din Graal. Pe nicicînd văzutul Thomas Pynchon, de pildă. Pe aproape nevăzutul Salinger. [...] Pe Terrence Malick, care, după ce Days of Heaven ia, la Cannes, în 1979 premiul pentru cel mai bun director și Oscarul pentru cea mai bună cinematografie, se retrage brusc din lume vreme de douăzeci de ani. [...] Pe Steve Ditko, creatorul lui Doctor Strange și co-creatorul lui Spider-Man, numit cîndva de presă un J.D. Salinger al revistelor comics, care s-a făcut invizibil în 1968 și n-a mai dat niciun interviu de atunci încoace (deși unii dintre vecini pretind că l-au mai văzut la supermarket, iar Stan Lee, mult mai celebrul lui coleg, celălalt co-creator al lui Spider-Man și inventatorul aproape tuturor marilor eroi de comics, declară că a avut o scurtă întîlnire întîmplătoare cu el prin '96). [...] Duzini, centurii, brigăzi, divizii întregi de eroi invizibili îmi populau creierul invizibil și inima invizibilă. Armada mea Invizibilă. Fără ea, lupta cu realul ar fi fost pierdută înainte de a începe. [...]

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Dear Jon, A real Dear Jon let­ter, how per­fect is that?! Who knew you’d get dumped twice in the same amount of months. See, I’m one para­graph in and I’ve al­ready fucked this. I’m writ­ing this be­cause I can’t say any of this to you face-to-face. I’ve spent the last few months ques­tion­ing a lot of my friend­ships and won­der­ing what their pur­pose is, if not to work through big emo­tional things to­gether. But I now re­al­ize: I don’t want that. And I know you’ve all been there for me in other ways. Maybe not in the lit­eral sense, but I know you all would have done any­thing to fix me other than lis­ten­ing to me talk and al­low­ing me to be sad with­out so­lu­tions. And now I am writ­ing this let­ter rather than pick­ing up the phone and talk­ing to you be­cause, de­spite every thing I know, I just don’t want to, and I don’t think you want me to ei­ther. I lost my mind when Jen broke up with me. I’m pretty sure it’s been the sub­ject of a few of your What­sApp con­ver­sa­tions and more power to you, be­cause I would need to vent about me if I’d been friends with me for the last six months. I don’t want it to have been in vain, and I wanted to tell you what I’ve learnt. If you do a high-fat, high-pro­tein, low-carb diet and join a gym, it will be a good dis­trac­tion for a while and you will lose fat and gain mus­cle, but you will run out of steam and eat nor­mally again and put all the weight back on. So maybe don’t bother. Drunk­en­ness is an­other idea. I was in black­out for most of the first two months and I think that’s fine, it got me through the evenings (and the oc­ca­sional af­ter­noon). You’ll have to do a lot of it on your own, though, be­cause no one is free to meet up any more. I think that’s fine for a bit. It was for me un­til some­one walked past me drink­ing from a whisky minia­ture while I waited for a night bus, put five quid in my hand and told me to keep warm. You’re the only per­son I’ve ever told this story. None of your mates will be ex­cited that you’re sin­gle again. I’m prob­a­bly your only sin­gle mate and even I’m not that ex­cited. Gen­er­ally the ex­pe­ri­ence of be­ing sin­gle at thirty-five will feel dif­fer­ent to any other time you’ve been sin­gle and that’s no bad thing. When your ex moves on, you might be­come ob­sessed with the bloke in a way that is al­most sex­ual. Don’t worry, you don’t want to fuck him, even though it will feel a bit like you do some­times. If you open up to me or one of the other boys, it will feel good in the mo­ment and then you’ll get an emo­tional hang­over the next day. You’ll wish you could take it all back. You may even feel like we’ve en­joyed see­ing you so low. Or that we feel smug be­cause we’re win­ning at some­thing and you’re los­ing. Re­member that none of us feel that. You may be­come ob­sessed with work­ing out why ex­actly she broke up with you and you are likely to go fully, fully nuts in your bid to find a sat­is­fy­ing an­swer. I can save you a lot of time by let­ting you know that you may well never work it out. And even if you did work it out, what’s the pur­pose of it? Soon enough, some girl is go­ing to be crazy about you for some un­de­fin­able rea­son and you’re not go­ing to be in­ter­ested in her for some un­de­fin­able rea­son. It’s all so ran­dom and un­fair – the peo­ple we want to be with don’t want to be with us and the peo­ple who want to be with us are not the peo­ple we want to be with. Re­ally, the thing that’s go­ing to hurt a lot is the fact that some­one doesn’t want to be with you any more. Feel­ing the ab­sence of some­one’s com­pany and the ab­sence of their love are two dif­fer­ent things. I wish I’d known that ear­lier. I wish I’d known that it isn’t any­body’s job to stay in a re­la­tion­ship they don’t want to be in just so some­one else doesn’t feel bad about them­selves. Any­way. That’s all. You’re go­ing to be okay, mate. Andy

She might have been a for­tune hunter, you know." "Not an es­pe­cially good one." War­ren laughed. "I have no for­tune." "But you will one day." Daniel shook his head. "It's never too soon to take pre­cau­tions." "Ah yes. Lord save me from lovely young women.

I'd rather play with my kids than agonize over market movements, P/E ratios, and what the Dow did today.

Lucrul cel mai bun din noi e ascuns pe undeva şi trebuie să-i dăm o mână de ajutor ca să-şi deschidă aripile, nu să le sufoce.

His Return Come Lord Jesus, come! Hasten the day of Your return and redeem me from this world! It grows more and more corrupt every day and it only makes me long for You more. Return Lord and establish love, truth, and Your kingdom. “Therefore, since all these things will be dissolved, what manner of persons ought you to be in holy conduct and godliness, looking for and hastening the coming of the day of God, because of which the heavens will be dissolved, being on fire, and the elements will melt with fervent heat? Nevertheless we, according to His promise, look for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells.” 2Pe 3:11-13 ***Pray for the Lord’s return. Until He comes, be found faithful in love, in faith, in your conduct, and in purity; dwelling in the Spirit of God unto the salvation of your soul. Continue in the Spirit and in the works that benefit a relationship with Him. Continue to pursue Him and continue to meet with Him in the secret place. Let go of this world and the things of it. Let go of this present life and carry your cross to honor God in everything you do. Conduct yourself in godliness, not forsaking the needs of others but filling them perfectly. Walk in love and honor God through obedience.***

When the legendary Steve Schwarzman's firm went public in 2007, I was convinced that this was merely an opportunity to take advantage of a huge spike in the stock market for the partners in Blackstone to cash out and ultimately call it a day. I saw the public offering then as an unworthy investment, which could only serve to fill the partners' pockets while they proceeded to 'mail it in' for their new shareholders. But I have been proven completely wrong. Blackstone's history since its public offering is a continued history of success stories, and I believe the current energy restructuring opportunity will be no different. Elsewhere in this book, I talk a bit about the deal it made with Linn Energy, with very advantageous terms for Blackstone. As a long-term hold, I can find no better (public) PE firm to invest in.

And being mean? It takes energy. As in, you wake up in the morning and you've got only so much energy for the day, and being mean just sucks it right out of you. It's exhausting.

Cat de profunda poare sa devina o poveste de dragoste daca nu cunosti genunile intunecate din sufletul celui pe care-l iubesti?

Dorul ingrozito pe care l-am simtit la vederea lui m-a coplesti de-a dreptul.

Dorul ingrozitor pe care l-am simtit la vederea lui m-a coplesit de-a dreptul.

the 5 to 7 days before your period starts, you can reduce the effect of cramp-causing chemicals (specifically PE-2, an estrogen-mediated prostaglandin) by taking magnesium, omega-3 fatty acids, and low-dose 80-milligram aspirin.

Noroc cu Valentine's Day, că altfel nu mai sărbătoreau puii de dac iubirea, neam. De nervi, s-au inervat ăştia şi au contraatacat la inimioare cu o sărbătoare de care auziseră doar cercetătorii de la Institutul de Folclor. Probabil că sigur (cum a zis un mare jurnalist şi prezentator de ştiri şi nu voi înceta să reamintesc această contradovadă a existenţei creierului la personalităţi importante, cum se spune; pentru că sunt şi personalităţi neimportante, aşa cum nu e pădure fără foc sau scânteie fără uscături), probabil că sigur, zic, mai ştiau de ea şi iniţiaţii în kestii dacice de la Federaţia Română de Oină. Dragobetele ăsta e un fel de sărbătoare resuscitată la nervi, o mumie care mişcă un pic atunci când adie vântul de primăvară, un fel de #tuiguramăsii de marketing american, ce noi nu putem să facem ceva care nu interesează pe nimeni, care nu are legătură cu absolut nimic? Ce, mă, noi nu avem designeri talentaţi, care să ştie să copieze ia românească exact aşa ca şi cum ar fi făcut-o ei?! "Hai siktir", cum le spuneau vechii daci romanilor. Doar fashionistele ar putea să îşi ridice poporul din uitare şi din negarea rădăcinilor şi tradiţiilor noastre atât de frumoase, asortând ia noastră românească la nişte converşi cu broderie celtică, maramureşeană. În locul designerilor români care nu ţi-au uitat rădăcinile rurale, eu m-aş grăbi să creez un echipament şic pentru naţionala de oină; sunt puţini jucători, meciurile au loc pe islazuri abandonate, deci chiar nu ar fi vreo primejdie de mainstream. Sper să nu irosim şi această şansă. Oricum, nimic nu e clar la sărbătorile astea, în afară de faptul că primăvara vine inevitabil, iar oamenii caută orice motiv să bea şi alte alea. Partea frumoasă a vieţii e că printre cascade de inimioare, luminiţe şi broderii de borangic am zărit un cuplu de adolescenţi în metrou. Ea era cam pitică şi acneică, el, slăbănog, înăltuţ şi puţin timorat de entuziasmul ei. Părerea mea e că specia se descurcă singură, dacă e lăsată în pace, chiar dacă e frig şi poartă canadiene cu fermoar şi pare că are nevoie de sărbători inutile ca să se exprime tandru. Ea îl ţinea strâns cu braţul stâng pe după mijloc, îşi lăsase capul pe pieptul lui de fâş, îl implora din când în când pentru câte un pupic delicat şi tot urca şi cobora fermoarul gecii lui bleumarin. Devenise atentă la această mişcare şi se vedea că asculta ceva peste tâtâm-tâtâmul roţilor de tren. Metroul ajunsese la Victoriei, se cam golise, era pace şi se auzea doar un fâsâit, probabil de la perna de aer laser inventată de Henri Coandă, pe care se deplasează metroul românesc. Şi atunci, căprioarei i-au râs ochii şi i-a spus băiatului, luminată la faţă: "Ştii că fermoarul face alt sunet când îl închizi sau când îl deschizi?" I-a arătat de câteva ori: sus, jos, zuup, ziip, mai grav la urcare, mai înalt şi zglobiu la coborâre. El îşi aplecase urechea stângă şi asculta concentrat. Fata s-a oprit, s-au uitat intens unul la altul, ca şi cum ar fi ascultat un gospel cântat de toate fermoarele din lume, care se închideau şi se deschideau într-un balans perfect, şi s-au sărutat ca şi cum nu se văzuseră de foarte mult timp.

Umeed Pe Duniya Kayam Hai! Roti ke bina insaan chaar hafte jee sakta hai, Pani ke bina chaar din aur hawa ke bina shayad chaar minute... lekin umeed ke bina insaan chaar second bhi nahi jee sakta hai A person can live for 4 weeks without food, 4 days without water and may be 4 minutes without air... but a person cannot survive for 4 seconds without hope.

Karly- I stopped wearing my glasses after that day, when Jess Smith walked up and ripped them off my face and broke them in half, and poked me in the boob hard. I miss them, what wrong with glasses, they make you look sophisticated. Why was I so quiet and laid back, and a pushover? Marcel- She runs like everything for the bathroom, like always- not making it very far. She feels like some poor little girl, with a broken nose, and I remember when that happened. That is when I felt like she was in love with me she took the balls to the face for me. ‘I thought you liked balls in your face one boy said.’ You tripped and fell to the ground, hard, and I picked you up and carried you to safety, and we fell in love, even more, kissing under the bleachers. ‘You’re a weirdo,’ and the kiss was long and – fearing H-O-T! Like, kick your tongue out smoking hot! It’s still not as bad as the time my face was smashed to a brick wall, by some back boy- and I have to have something done about it, like getting my nose redone, yet I blamed it on my dad. Jenny- Sing the same girlie crap every year, you’ll blow chunks all over the place, which never happened, that’s why she stopped singing way back when. You can see here doing it on YouTube! Like- It happened! Jenny says every time someone brings it up. Until some unicycles guy flies into the frame where nothing freaking speedo- showing his tor·pe·do with the American flag up his ass! I don’t know if that is patriotic or what the hell that is… I am not sure what to look at. What can you say other than- ‘Ew-ah- gross…? Who does that…?’ Marcel- It kind of reunions the magic does it…? I spoke. Karly- Yep! I am glad I cannot see all that anyway! I am sure yours is better anyway. (She goes underneath his underwear down for it, getting a handful, and does what she feels is right in front of them all. It was more romantic than you would think pervs.) I did it for me and him, I did not give a crap; if they liked it or not… they can all look the other way. I have- a leaning popping lag kisses, and he rubbed his nose on mine saying it- I LOVE YOU! You’ll be fine… I’ll make sure of that. Karly- Back in time: We rain from the schoolyard to my house… stole my dad’s Nash and got married. My stepmother cased us down, with a bible in her hand saying we were sinners. Both- We’re sinner okay then- we all are- yet love is love even if age is in the way. Marcel- the very next day, it was all over. Say what you want to say… I know why- how- and who.

Party time Part 1 After school, we go to Maddie’s. When we were little, like freshman year and even some of the sophomore year, we would sometimes stay in her room and put on x-out and pluck out eyebrows into that fine little line, and color our hair with highlights, and order pizza, cramming down as much as we could eat. Those days are going, we can’t get fat. Now Jenny hardly eats anything, and if she does, she can hardly keep it down. I think maybe that’s what I get so lightheaded, I only eat like once a day now. Jenny back then had a little extra around the middle, and now you can see her ribs, she even has that two-defined line on her tummy that goes into her underwear. I remember sneaking around late at night in her hose stealing a cookie from the jar on the top shelf in the old wood cabinet, that is also where her mom would hide her cigarettes that Jenny loved also, and the condoms were in a trinity box on top of the fridge, I sorry but I find that hilarious. At that time, we would stretch out on one of her, old enormous worn-out couches and watch, TV or movies until we fell asleep in our nightshirts’-the TV in Maddie’s living room is like 80 inches it’s like being in a movie theater our legs tangled together under an enormous fleece blanket. Maddie and liv are always entangled more passionately than Jenny and me on the loveseat! Maddie has an ancient TV in her room from the 1990s. It sucks and is small, it’s one of those with the big back on it, and the color is green, like looking into a fish tank. It’s funny her mom and dad don’t have money blinds on the windows, yet they have a big ass TV. You can sometimes see the people in the next condo overlooking us like we can see them get busy in their room! Yet nothing beats the hot guy taking a leak in room 302, he looks to be in his late twenties. He takes the boxes off at 10 pm and we get a free show. He knows we can see him because he makes it look inflexible and you are no more personable. Jenny and we girls love to press upon the glass, and just have fun and be a little crazy, like lifting our nighties and flashing the goods. Facebook stocking gets boring quickly anymore, so some nights the webcam comes out too. After her mom and dad are asleep… I like it’s more fun to be bad! Like we all have profiles and fake names because none of us are eighteen yet. Any- how’s mine is ‘Angel Pink Wings 01’ Maddie goes by: ‘Mad kitty 69’ Jenny goes by: ‘Ms. Little Lover 14’ Liv goes by: ‘Olivia O 123’ Yet everyone knows her by Liv so that name is okay- I guess. We make good money- ‘Double Clicking the Mouse.’ You would not believe all the pervs on this cam. the site, just wanting to see us doing it. Like old guys like our PE teacher! Man- that I didn’t even think about how to turn on a computer. Just like him, I guess they need too to see more of us close up. We have our checks mailed to Jenny's college boyfriend’s PO Box. Me this is what I do and yes- I come for you all, I just put in fake blue hair dye in, and have fake long lashes, and put in my blue contacts, and you don’t even know me. And then pen in more eyebrows. Fake, fake, fake, fake FAKE! Boys don’t like it when you fake it or do, they look at me, that's why I am Bi.

Party time Part 1 After school, we go to Maddie’s. When we were little, like freshman year and even some of the sophomore year, we would sometimes stay in her room and put on x-out and pluck out eyebrows into that fine little line, and color our hair with highlights, and order pizza, cramming down as much as we could eat. Those days are going, we can’t get fat. Now Jenny hardly eats anything, and if she does, she can hardly keep it down. I think maybe that’s what I get so lightheaded, I only eat like once a day now. Jenny back then had a little extra around the middle, and now you can see her ribs, she even has that two-defined line on her tummy that goes into her underwear. I remember sneaking around late at night in her hose stealing a cookie from the jar on the top shelf in the old wood cabinet, that is also where her mom would hide her cigarettes that Jenny loved also, and the condoms were in a trinity box on top of the fridge, I sorry but I find that hilarious. At that time, we would stretch out on one of her, old enormous worn-out couches and watch, TV or movies until we fell asleep in our nightshirts’-the TV in Maddie’s living room is like 80 inches it’s like being in a movie theater our legs tangled together under an enormous fleece blanket. Maddie and liv are always entangled more passionately than Jenny and me on the loveseat! Maddie has an ancient TV in her room from the 1990s. It sucks and is small, it’s one of those with the big back on it, and the color is green, like looking into a fish tank. It’s funny her mom and dad don’t have money blinds on the windows, yet they have a big ass TV. You can sometimes see the people in the next condo overlooking us like we can see them get busy in their room! Yet nothing beats the hot guy taking a leak in room 302, he looks to be in his late twenties. He takes the boxes off at 10 pm and we get a free show. He knows we can see him because he makes it look inflexible and you are no more personable. Jenny and we girls love to press upon the glass, and just have fun and be a little crazy, like lifting our nighties and flashing the goods. Facebook stocking gets boring quickly anymore, so some nights the webcam comes out too. After her mom and dad are asleep… I like it’s more fun to be bad! Like we all have profiles and fake names because none of us are eighteen yet. Any- how’s mine is ‘Angel Pink Wings 01’ Maddie goes by: ‘Mad kitty 69’ Jenny goes by: ‘Ms. Little Lover 14’ Liv goes by: ‘Olivia O 123’ Yet everyone knows her by Liv so that name is okay- I guess. We make good money- ‘Double Clicking the Mouse.’ You would not believe all the pervs on this cam the site, just wanting to see us doing it. Like old guys like our PE teacher! Man- that I didn’t even think about how to turn on a computer. Just like him, I guess they need too to see more of us close up. We have our checks mailed to Jenny's college boyfriend’s PO Box. Me this is what I do and yes- I come for you all, I just put in fake blue hair dye in, and have fake long lashes, and put in my blue contacts, and you don’t even know me. And then pen in more eyebrows. Fake, fake, fake, fake FAKE! Boys don’t like it when you fake it or do, they look at me, that's why I am Bi.

LEVEL THREE VIOLATION SERIOUSNESS SENTENCE PRINCIPAL’S COMMENTS DITCHING ELVIN HISTORY According to a report from the gnomes, Keefe was found hiding in the Level Four wing during afternoon session. 3 out of 10 Warning issued. It’s the first day of sessions and Keefe is already causing trouble—and he can argue that his photographic memory should exempt him from “boring lectures that repeat what’s in the textbook” all he wants! Elvin History is a vital session, and I would’ve given him a week of detention if I could, but none of the Mentors are prepared to be supervising punishments yet. So, I let Keefe off with a warning (reminding him about expulsion!). I’m sure he’ll give everyone plenty of reasons to assign detention soon. This is going to be a very long year.… —Dame Alina VIOLATION SERIOUSNESS SENTENCE PRINCIPAL’S COMMENTS DISRESPECT FOR ACADEMY PROPERTY According to a report from Lady Galvin, Keefe took it upon himself to turn his alchemy table into solid silver. 5 out of 10 One week of detention assigned. Apparently Lady Galvin asked Keefe to impress her, and this is what happened. Clearly this is not what she meant. Though, I suppose it is rather impressive—not that I would give Keefe the satisfaction of knowing that! —Dame Alina VIOLATION SERIOUSNESS SENTENCE PRINCIPAL’S COMMENTS DITCHING PHYSICAL EDUCATION According to a report from the gnomes, Keefe was found hiding in his PE locker during session. 3 out of 10 One week of detention assigned. It’s highly likely that Keefe has used this hiding place before, since his absence could easily be overlooked in the chaos of the group session. Clearly procedures need to be implemented to ensure this behavior is prevented. —Dame Alina VIOLATION SERIOUSNESS SENTENCE PRINCIPAL’S

uff! dikhao. Shrutikitaab kheenchti hai. Hamara Pramanik Itihaas. Cover par ishtihaar ke taur par kavitanuma panktiyan hain. Yon: "Islam kee buniyaad pe yah desh Hindustaan mit raha hai. Aa hee jaayega ek din yahan Islam ka dastoor. Ho jaayenge ek din yahan se hindu Kafir kafoor Bandhuon chet jao."" "Bhari-poori Industry chal rahi hai." Shrutiab kitaab pakde hai. "Ekdum se to yeh Industry nahin ban gayee. Hum kahan the, jab yah ban rahee thee?"Hanif poochta hai. Uff, show... Shruti snatches the book: "Our Proven History." On the cover, by way of advertisement, are lines of a rhyme. "Foundation of Islam is wiping out Hindustan One day they will take over And Kafir Hindus thrown out Wake up Brothers" "This is a full-fledged industry," Shruti holds the book. " This industry did not come up just now. Where were we, when it was being put up?" Hanif asks.

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On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don’t let that fool you. You should’ve seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

They who upon pretence of Christian liberty do practice any sin, or cherish any sinful lust, as they do thereby pervert the main design of the grace of the gospel q to their own destruction, so they wholly destroy rthe end of Christian liberty, which is, that being delivered out of the hands of all our enemies, we might serve the Lord without fear, in holiness and righteousness before him, all the days of our lives. ( q Rom 6:1-2; rGal 5:13; 2Pe 2:18,21)