Words for the Wise.
Journal Entry: Tue Feb 5, 2008, 6:10 PM
- Mood:
Hopeless - Listening to: Matchbox Twenty - How Far We've Come
- Eating: Goldfish, the snack that smiles back :D
- Drinking: Diet Pepsi
Lets say a child has lived with a chain smoker for his/her entire life. If that child were to die of second-hand smoke, would it be the smoker's fault? Technically its indirectly killing someone, whether the killer--in this case, smoker--knows it or not. Would or would not said smoker be charged with homocide and sent to jail? Or at the least charged with some sort of punishment? I've been contemplating this, asking it amongst friends and whatnot, but no one has seemingly been able to answer it reasonably.
Care to tell me your ideas, thoughts or answers?
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On the school warfront... *cue explosions, missiles and flying body parts* I have multiple projects due within the month. One for History. (Its due tomorrow, is our semester grade, and I should be working on it now...) Another for French; which my group and I should start soon. And one for Biology which is worth roughly 10 grades. I brought up my grade in Algebra II, thus I can doodle on my tests, quizzes, notes and homework. Good for me, seeing as how I have to be distracted to understand things. With those projects, English homework, studying, Algebra II homework and school in general, I feel a little bit constricted.
Devious Comments
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Si vis pacem para bellum
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Happily ever cadaver
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"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!"
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When I was young, my mother said to me If you become a solider, youll be a general. If you are a priest, youll become Pope Instead, I am an artist and I became Picasso
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I looked out on the big field
it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
their plans trampling the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away
-Rancid, Junkie Man
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Jesseh
Je suis un cauchemar émotif.
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I looked out on the big field
it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
their plans trampling the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away
-Rancid, Junkie Man
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stop by my gallery......
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"For I am kind..."
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