"I asked the World, and it replied sadly..." but not really, i made it up

"hello, world. como estas?" gaby asked el mundo.

the world replies: " im not doing to well, i am currently sick. the humans have polluted my atmosphere, water, dirt, and wild life. they are using up all of my resources. my doctor says i dont have much more time to live. "

"thats a shame. i wish i could help you out". gaby said.

"you can...all you have to do is try not to throw away too much trash, recycle more, plant a few trees... stop cutting down my medicine, the rain forest... you know, treat me with more respect for raising so much life, i at least deserve to live as long as i need to... not die a few million years early. " the mundo replied hopefully.

"if i help you, it wont make much difference. im just one person. what do you want me to do? become a hippy?" i, gaby, told the world.

"you dont have to become a hippy, just be aware of what you are doing to me... and let your consience do the rest... maybe pay a few extra $$$ to get good energy, like wind or that water powered thing, hydrosomethingiforgot. maybe stop cutting down my medicine... like i said before, plant a few trees . im sorry, but i cant seem to... speak, right now... they just dumped some............ toxic waste at one of my onceuponatimereallyclean rivers......... . i have to go now my i feel.... really sick right now... goodbye... cruel children i have cared for thousands..... of------years... "

"goodbye, World. Earth. i will try to stop you from dieing, or your prized vital organ, the ozone layer, from being torn. tomorrow i will watch what i throw away, and what i poor down the sink... et cetera. be strong." i closed.

"i dont think i can, human. " (while the earth talks, it coughs after every four words and weezes during these:...)
*********************if you actually think i spoke with our planet, you are crazier than... than... you're really messed up. seriously. we have a problem. this is just ONE of our problems. we have tons more. dont. get. me. started. if. you. do. this. blog. will. never. end. even. after. i. die.


i have done most of my homework, thanx for asking. the "world taking to me" thing was totally made up as i typed it. oh!!!! oh!!! i should turn it into a poem!!!!!! yeah!!!!! but, i have a problem. i dont really FEEL like working on a poem right now. i shall do it someday. ah, someday. the excuse of all lazy people. (have i said that before?, yes, yes i have.) boredbutnotreally, boredbutnotreally. today i called D. we talked for like, an hour. someone keeps calling my cell during 4th period. STOP!!! once it rang because i forgot to put it on vibrate. oh, the embarrasment! i am very wierd, arent i? i can now see why some people, pre-black parade, (I DESPISE black parade!!!!) hated mcr. they are too old, and are being placed in teeny bopper mags. but back then, 3 cheers for sweet revenge was actually kicking serious a$$. but still, people MY age were going "oh, (fill in the blank) is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hot!" SHUT UP! PLZ!!! im begging you. its been awhile, and you still havent stopped. this pains me. :( although, i would like to confess something. this has nothing to do with mcr. this has to do with FFTL. the one on vocals, Sonny, has talento. way more than the vocals for mcr, gerard. you must be going, DUH did she relize this JUST NOW? no, i didnt relize this just now. thanx for asking. that really wasnt something to be confessed, was it? i should know, im catholic. *** from now on, i will try to italic-ize anything in espanol. ok? si. sorry, i was eating a sandwitch wrap thing. delicious. turkey. ah, turkey. way better than ham. dont tell anyone, but i kinda sorta hate my sci teacher. fun-ish class, but, eh. my fave. teacher is either my math teacher, or my physical education teacher. or my language arts teacher. it is a TIE!!! woo hoo. they are all clases buenas. also my "world history" teach. or how my people call the class, social studies. all the same. i think they are all decent teachers. all of them. but class enjoying-ness wise and class fun-ness-wise, language arts comes out numero uno. i am very bored, and have nothing to speak of, so i wrote about school.

the pain, the lies, the dark.
the hurt, the angst, the sad.
the undignified thoughts and actions
of the whole
it all comes together
it forms
depression, manipulation, and crap.

that juan colorado's enchilada de queso is a lame thing i made up, because i am bored. if i was to actually think of forming it into a decent poem, it would take a lot of emotion and thought. wow. i just relized that if i took what i wrote on my posts, i could write a few good songs. THE THOUGHTS, EXPRESSIONS, AND IDEAS ON RANDOMTHOUGHTSBYGABY.BLOGSPOT.COM ARE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF THE SOLE AUTHOR OF THIS BLOG. YOU ARE NOT TO COPY, TAKE, OR STEAL ANY IDEAS, THOUGHTS, EXPRESSIONS, VIEWS, ET CETERA WITHOUT EMAIL PERMISSION FROM THE AUTHOR. YOU CAN, HOWEVER, MAKE FUN AT THE "SMARTNESS" OF THIS BLOG, AND LAUGH AT IT FREELY WITH YOUR PEOPLE, A.K.A., FRIENDS, FAMILY, NEIGHBORS, AND PEOPLE YOU ARE FORCED TO BE AROUND WITH. THANK YOU.
-gaby, the SOLE author of this blog. contact me @ this web page. leave a comment. i will answer your comment, and give you permission, or not. i know. "as if anyone would want to plagerize your posts" i dont care. this is my random thoughts. MINE. from MY head. im 3/4 serious. the bold capitals are real. u better r-e-s-p-e-c-t me. i have to go, finish HW, eat another turkey sandwitch wrap thing, lisen 2 musica, et cetera. move on with my life. adios.
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