| Tenative 2006 Fall School Schedule |
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Class Teacher Rm.
H English 9A Hoppe, C J17
H Biology A Cox, B E2
Health Cicciari, L F7
Adv Team 9 Mulcahy, J PE ML
Geometry A Nasooti, M H10
Spanish 1A Manea, M Q5
Homeroom Cox, B E2
Tell me if you have any of the same classes with me, or if you have any comments about these teachers.
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[24 Jul 2006|12:24am] |
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jimi hendrix- if 6 was 9 |
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Laying in the alleyway
Maybe some rich fool will come my way
And throw me a dime
That's all I need to give me more wine
All I got is to my names
Beat up guitar with three broken strings
And I sure know
I'm just saying "Taking care of no business"
Look it here
Hey kitty cat!
Where you going?
This part of the alley is my home
Walking all over outside my wall
Boy you sure got a whole lotta dogs
I had a sandwich in a paper bag
But a rat stole it
Ain't that some drag?
Lord, I know, I know
I sure ain't taking care of no business
Break it home
Now I'll try to get me a job
Feeding chickens
And washing down hogs
But that meant standing up all the time
And standing up to me is just like dying
I'm so lazy that I could cry
But tears are just too lazy to fall out my eyes
Lord, lord, lord, I'm so messed up
Can't even take care of no business
Play it one more time
Aww, it's always me
Aww, I sure wish I had me a sandwhich
I'm so broke I can't even pay attention
Uh, I'm so broke I can't even give you the time
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[22 May 2006|08:54pm] |
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In our world's degradation we take
for granted all we have
And all that we were given.
When was the last time that you looked up
and gazed upon a shopping mall
And said, "how beautiful?"
So one more time you hear my voice,
we are the youth you have the choice.
So use it wisely.
They pave the world in concrete soon nothing,
will be natural, but only artificial...
Artificial and commercial a superficial front for what is wrong;
Human parasite.
So one more time you hear my voice,
we are the youth you have the choice.
So use it wisely.
Where could we have ever gone so wrong?
Nothing's sacred.
We're burning lands on consumer demands.
Nothing's sacred.
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| Always Coming Back Home to You. |
[26 Feb 2006|06:34pm] |
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Qwel And Maker- Capathy |
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To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers…
To emo kids that got too many feelings…
He held the register open while he counted her change
I was next in line which meant I was invisible
From where I stood I could see that the till was full
He didn’t look the type to play superhero
So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes
Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath
Bangles in my head, shake the song off
Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk
A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass
A woman and a child climbed out and left it running
They went inside of the deli, placed an order
With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cuz the daughters picky
When they came out mommy gave me a glance
That said man can love an angel but he’s got to take the chance
Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk
So they got back in the oldsmobile, belted up, and took off
Thug love on the corner by the walgreens
Lookin at me like I’m just another square saltine
As I get closer I notice that they showin each other sketches
Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots
I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce
Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis
Respect the life and the fashions of the children
It’s the only culture I’ve got, exactly what we’ve been buildin
All of a sudden I’m in front of some man
No he’s a youngin but he’s got a gun in his hand
He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid
Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say
“Do you want this It’s not mine I promise
I found it on my block in between a couple garages
Didn’t wanna leave it for a child to stumble over
I don’t even know how to hold it.”
It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it’s heavier then expected,
wedged it behind my belt buckle
knowin that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble
the extra strength felt weak,
but over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the street
put the heat in the mail box to loose it
figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it
Mosey down the road thinkin’ bout the old
I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow
Right here, this use to be a record shop
I’ve gotten love, I’ve gotten drunk, I’ve gotten beat up in that parking lot
I’ve had my lake street pride for three decades
These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days
Before I was a germ learnin how to misbehave,
All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place
Took a right on Lindale I’m getting near
But then the road became empty and the people disappear’d
The clowds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standin in my backyard
Face to face, eye to eye, starin at the last star
I should’ve known, walked all the way home
To find that she wasn’t here, I’m still all alone
No matter where I am, no matter what I do
I’m always coming back home to you
They can leave me for dead they can take away my true
I’m always coming back home to you
Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew
I’m always coming back home to you
As sure as the life in the garden that you grew
I’m always coming back home to you
No matter where I am, no matter what I do
I’m always coming back home to you
If only I had known what you already knew
I’m always coming back home to you
From the heaven I’ve had to the hell I been through
I’m always coming back home to you
I’m always coming back home to you
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| concert |
[28 Aug 2005|03:38pm] |
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Dave Matthew's Band- Typical Situation |
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last night was awsome...
i saw
the john butler trio,
jason mraz
and
DAVE MATTHEW'S BAND
it was pretty much the best concert ever.
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[24 Aug 2005|05:36pm] |
boy, i havent updated in along time... well here i go
i never really use livejournal anymore, but ive decided to update today.
i just had my barmitzvah, august 13, 2005, also my birthday, if anyone cares, im the big 13, yup, props to myself. lol
i have my cat on my lap, purring, at least one person realizes how nice my lap feels... ladies, cats never lie. *wink wink*
well... you can im me at zhe hebrew homie if your bored, god knows i am.
peace out,
eli
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[09 Apr 2005|09:36pm] |
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less than jake- welcome to the new south |
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Welcome home outcasts because I know how you have felt over the years.
The truth is that looking at me is like looking in the mirror.
And I know how it feels to be the best part of a running joke,
To all of your friends.
And to be on the edge of your bed,
With your head buried in your hands.
Wishing that everything would end.
Yeah, I know how it feels to be the lonliest.
Welcome back outcasts because I told myself that it would be alright.
Probably about a million times over every minute of all of my life.
I know how it feels to be so confused that you're so far out of control...
And to be on the edge of your bed,
With your head buried in your hands.
Wishing that everything would end,
I know how it feels to be the lonliest.
So you sit and wait for a sign...
That the coming days will be alright,
And you drink so you can forget another night.
Bruised from the blackouts and your red eyes,
Try to start looking for the brighter side.
Yeah, wait for a sign... wait for a sign... wait for a sign...
Welcome home, everything will be alright...
Welcome home outcasts because I know just how you felt over the years.
The truth is that looking at me is like looking in the mirror.
And I know how it feels to be the best part of a running joke,
All of your life.
Welcome home...
Outcasts welcome home.
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[04 Apr 2005|06:24pm] |
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metallica- blackened |
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happy belated bday ms. anette
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[31 Mar 2005|07:40pm] |
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jim croce- time in a bottle |
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happy birthday ms. gwen guibiline (i have no idea how to spell your last name)
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[30 Mar 2005|08:14pm] |
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bob marley- get up stand up |
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no more makkabees for me...
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[26 Mar 2005|12:26pm] |
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shabat shalom- the makkabees |
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THE MAKKABEES
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[24 Mar 2005|01:03am] |
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( One )
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[20 Mar 2005|10:34pm] |
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the sounds of my farts- eli heisler |
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[19 Mar 2005|09:08pm] |
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iron maiden- aces high |
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There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too late
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns.
Rolling, turning, diving
Running, scrambling, flying, going in again
Rolling, turning, diving
Running, scrambling, flying
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high
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[17 Mar 2005|06:14pm] |
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Take the quiz: "Which Dead Rock Star Are You?"
Jimi Hendrix
You are Jimi Hendrix! You're influential to many young and old, and very talented. You most likely good with your hands... are you? You are very happy and like to experiment with drugs. Oh, he died in 1970 from a supposed drug overdose, it's unknown what drug.
... well im startin it over new
single
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[11 Mar 2005|09:43pm] |
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funeral dress- Victims of society |
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FUCKIN FUNERAL DRESS!!!!
( FUCK IT ALL )
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