Typical Teen: Folk Life

Friday, March 12, 2010

Folk Life

I just got the e-mail to volunteer for folklife again, and honestly I am pumped! Last year I got a free button, got to sit in a wagon and be pulled around, free food, and a certificate about my volunteer hours which is great for college! Also a Seattle P.I. reporter took my friend Julie's and I picture for their website. I am so excited to go. Everyone there is very relaxed and many talented people, these festivals is what makes Seattle amazing. This year I plan to paint my entire body white or someother color and be a statue, do not judge the girl who did that last

year made o

ver $500! chaaa-chiingg!

3 comments:

ellaMarch 13, 2010
Cool! That sounds like a lot of fun! Love the wagon pic btw. Looks like something my best friend and I might have done. :)
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AnonymousMarch 13, 2010
Wow, I only made 72 cents doing it last year. It must have been the location????
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AnonymousMarch 14, 2010
dont slack post somtehing new
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Facebook Friend Requests

My friend Cheyanne is one of those girls who you are very happy when your on their good side.
"I got a Facebook request from Jordan the other day and I was like why is this bitch adding me so I ignored it. I only wish that their was a application on facebook where it would pop up on her profile, Cheyanne ignored your friend request because you are a little pussy ass bitch and you should not even think of adding me, and your fat, but it doesnt so Im just going to tell her."
Again really glad to be on her good side

Bird Sings Why The Caged I Know

It's the bird, it must have been the bird
Disgusting critter, it must
We should have known better then to trust
This disease infested ball of lust and carnage
Piece of garbage with wings and she has the guts to sing
Get the bird, catch her shoot her, I dont care
Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air
Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first
Sink her to the level of the rest of us that inherit the earth
What's she thinking? does she really believe
That shes above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets
See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me
Like she's chosen over those who walk around on two feet
The bird, the melodys she play
The music she make, rubbing our faces in the feces of the daybreak
Trying to remind us, its time to awake
Antaganizing and instigating my hate
The chirps, I turn them into screams
My feathered friends end will justity the means
Disturbed, I'll grab her by her beak
And swing her in circles untill she's too dizzy to speak
Well I'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?
I'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?
My beautiful bird has gone away