Here is something that I did make up.  Another short saying.  “When the power of love overcomes the love for power the world will be at peace” 

He is a great writer isn’t he?

 TRUE! –nervous –very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses –not destroyed –not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily –how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
   It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture –a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees –very gradually –I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
   Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded –with what caution –with what foresight –with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it –oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly –very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously –cautiously (for the hinges creaked) –I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights –every night just at midnight –but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
   Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers –of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back –but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
   I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out –”Who’s there?”
   I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; –just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
   Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief –oh, no! –it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself –”It is nothing but the wind in the chimney –it is only a mouse crossing the floor,” or “It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.” Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel –although he neither saw nor heard –to feel the presence of my head within the room.
   When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little –a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it –you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily –until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
   It was open –wide, wide open –and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness –all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man’s face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.
   And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? –now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man’s heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
   But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man’s terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! –do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me –the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man’s hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once –once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.
   If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.
   I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye –not even his –could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out –no stain of any kind –no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all –ha! ha!
   When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o’clock –still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, –for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
   I smiled, –for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search –search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
   The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: –It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness –until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.
   No doubt I now grew very pale; –but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased –and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound –much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath –and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly –more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men –but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed –I raved –I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder –louder –louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! –no, no! They heard! –they suspected! –they knew! –they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now –again! –hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
   “Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed! –tear up the planks! here, here! –It is the beating of his hideous heart!”

Oh Boy, our first real dance!  Two days time will pass fast and soon we will all be dancing like freaks.  Or, rather not.  Your choice.  Anyway, people are scrambling for dates.  It is funny to watch.  I already figured out who I am taking to the dance, I ask her tomorrow.  She is in my PE class.  Other than that I can’t give you any more hints.  You might tell her to say no or something weird and maniacal like that.  But I help set up for the dance, and I know it is going to be awesome.  Find a date fast, or don’t find a date at all.  Whatever way, this dance is going to be awesome. 

 If you are trying to find a date, and you are a guy, find any girl you know anything about and ask her out.  Most girls are waiting to be asked and would jump at any invitation, hint, smile, whisper, wink, or anything else.  So you don’t have to be discreet.  Just do it.

 One last thing: No making out at the dances, you will get kicked out.  But sometimes it is worth it if you know what I mean

Woo Hoo!  We get to host a Japanese foreign exchange student!  I don’t know which one we are going to host yet though.  We get to pick between four of them.  One 18,19,20, and two 21 year olds, (or something like that)  One wants to be a lawyer, one wants to be a flight attendant, and the other two are undecided.  Today we look at the forms and we choose which one would like our family the most.  One of them has a dad in construction, one has an architect for a dad, and the other two I am not sure about.  They get to tag along with us for two weeks, and do everything that we do, it sounds pretty fun.  Tomorrow is the day we pick her up, wish me luck!

Ahh… finally time to write and express my self once again.  I had technical problems with my blog for awhile, but here I am ready to write!

So comes the time in our life where we fan out and start to embrace many new friends.  Already we are in Junior High.  (Who da thunk? :-))  Junior High; tons of hot babes and cute guys to drool at.  Multi gender interaction here we come!  It all sounds fun to me, truthfully, but my fear is that we will make new friends and leave our elementary school friends in the dust, heads still spinning.  Junior High approaches, and it will no doubt test our friendships, our will, our mental durability, and countless other things.

When you comment this post people, please help me out.  What guys want out of relationships at this age, is a nice girl that isn’t lookking to get together just for the fun of it all.  What girls look for from a guy is commitment, and having a big heart.  Or at least that is what I gathered from different experiences.  And now I ask for help, both sexes please tell me if I am right tell me, if I am wrong, tell me, scream at me for being wrong, even scream at me for being right, but please give an opinion.

On a side note, this blog is not for just my friends to read, it is for anyone, of any age, of any gender, religion, or other thing.  So please keep that in mind.  Thank you all. 

Ok, so the park is a nice place to hang out… whatever.  But all I ever hear about is “OMG!! We have to go to the park and do nothing!!!!  It is so fun!!!!”  I just don’t understand what makes flirting for hours on end is fun.  I really don’t.  So could someone, anyone, tell me what the hell the park is all about!  So guys and girls hang out… brilliant.  But come on!!!  As  if anything will ever really spark between any of the guys and girls of the sixth grade.  We have been together so long it would be like dating your sister!!! 

Ok, so one day I learn what a blog is and I was like “OMG, gotta get a blog!” so I did.  And within a month my whole sixth grade class conviently gets one.  So my blog becomes half a joke and more than half a chatroom.  What happens though, happens.

Some transitions are strange.  I have a friend that I will keep un-named that was totally obsessed with Marisa.  He walked, talked, and acted Marisa.  We would be talking about football and he would be like “hmmm… I wonder if Marisa plays football” and we would be like “what?!?”.  Anyway, I had a sleepover and we basically IM’ed all night long with people, Marisa included.  There were some interesting things said about Marisa and Daniel, some not positive.  Some were strange.  But throughout the course of the night, it ended up Marisa and I talked…and talked……………………………….and then talked some more.  And Dan eventualy pulled a 180 and said cart blanche, “why don’t you ask her out?”  I was speechless.  But, everybody ebbed me on, and I asked her what movies she wanted to see.  She named a few and then she said “anything you want to ask me, go ahead and ask” but the coward that I was in front of pressure I just said “nevermind” and she signed off.  She signed on once again and I, with the help of my friends, mustered up all my courage and asked her out.  She said “whatever” and I later found out that someone stole her screen name.  It was the school witch, and the school rumor spread as fast as I had seen one ever spread.  I then paniced, because everybody was breathing down my neck to ask her out, so I finally did.  At first she said “I don’t know!” and sorta ran off.  Then I gave her time to cosider things and she eventually said “yes”.

We went and saw benchwarmers, it was really good.  The date wasn’t personal in any stretch or fabrication, but it was dam* fun.  And I suppose that is what it is all about…  

Well, its official, I asked Marisa out.  She is still deciding, but my hopes are high.  If she says “no” so be it.  And if she says “yes” then yippee!  Hey, I wont be crushed if she says no, people have said no to me many times about even more important things.  So, I wait painfully until she gives me a straight answer.  And knowing Marisa, that might take a while…