If I was exiled from America where would I go?

I would go to England. I'm already going to be going there anyway so it really wouldn't matter. I'm going to college at NorthUmbria University in Newcastle, UK. On the other hand I'd like to go to Japan too. So whatever, basically I'd just like ot travel and this would give me an excuse to.

Abuse upon humanity.

Yesterday I went to see my Grammie in rehab. Not the drug rehab a physical rehab I might add. Well when I went in I noticed the people in there. Most of them are old and can't take care of themselves very well anyway, but they also have ailments they are trying to conquer as well. What you notice when you walk into the center are many people sitting in wheelchairs not doing anythin. Just sitting, staring into space, set in fron tof the television, set in the middle of the hallway, set anywhere and nowhere in peticular. Their care-takers just pass by without even a glance. The people working there ignore that they even exist. This people are treated like common things, maybe not even things, even paintings get an appreciative glance once in a while. There was a woman in the hallway asking for someone's attention. No one would look up. She kept calling. No response whatsoever. She tried to wheel herself closer, maybe thinking they couldn't hear her. Nothing. I walked up to her and asked her if she needed something. She asked me if I could take her somewhere to a mirrior so that she could brush her hair. Such a simple thing, and yet noone would give her the time of day. I told her to hold a moment and went and got a little mirror from my mum's purse and let her use it. She said thank you and started brushing her hair. She looked at her face and examined it closely. She looked at me and said, "The marks under my eyes are starting to go away aren't they?" She had dark bruising under her eyes on her cheeks that looked awful. But the were starting to turn a yellowish colour around the edges so I think that they were in fact starting to heal. I replied, "Yeah it looks like they're healing up, hopefully that means you can go home soon." She said, " I hope so . . ." Then she seemed to drift off and stare blankly and her face and eyes withheld so much sorrow it hurt my heart to stand there with her. She came back to reality shortly after and looked at me and told me, "Thank you Honey, you have no idea how much this meant to me." and she started to tear up and handed me the mirror back. I told her it was no problem and retreated back to my Grammie's room. I spent a few hours talking with my Grammie and she seemed like a totally different person. My Grammie is one to never tell you when something is wrong and never likes to show weakness. But my Grammie looked like a broken woman sitting beside me. She told me that she was depressed and that she had hated this place. I really cannot blame her, I wouldn't have liked it either. My mother asked my Grammie if they were hurting her in any way. Her answer was no . . . , but they hurt my feelings a lot. When asked on how they did so, she responded that they had told her she had old skin and called and nuisance and other things. My question now is "Where has human compassion gone?" I ask myself this question quite a lot actually, and yet I continue to come up empty for an answer. How is it that we can send people, our fellow human beings, to a place where they are ignored and neglected? How is it that we actually pay peple to do so? These people are in enough pain as it is they should at least be treated like fellow lifeforms. I just find this so distastful. It makes me very sad to see the state this world has come to. And yet so many people are still so blind to all of this? People keep telling me I'm smart, I have open eyes, I'm so open-minded. They keep making excuses on why I think the way I do. Honestly I'm no prodigy. You can look at my grades and determine that without a blink of an eye. All that is needed to able to have compassion is to look inside your heart. Most people tell me they are nice to people because it is the Christian thing to do. Well that's all fine and dandy that you want to go to Heaven, but shouldn't we be nice to people out of the kindness in our hearts, not out of fear that we may go into oblivion? In simple terms the world is a confuessing place to live, and who knows if it'll ever get better. All I can do is hope, have faith, and do my part in trying to vreate this world conjured of love and peace. I shall try my best to spread my views and try to convinve people of how it's beneficial. I do not condemn people's oppinions, I simply would like to teach a differance.

my holiday vacation.

My turkey slaughtering day was the same as any other day. My family faught and was white trashy. So basically I spent all day on the computer being bored and sending Happy Thanksgiving comments to everyone on myspace and hoping their's was much better. My grandfather-like figure died on Thanksgiving. So I went to his viewing last night. His funeral is at one o'clock today so of course I'll miss it because I'm here. On Saturday my Sister moved back in with her three children. I found out that my nephew is a very morbid Saw obsessed child, my other nephew is very loud, and my neice like to try to feed my animal candy and poptarts. I spent a couple days at my friend Keisha's house. Danielle, Keisha and I spent our time being hermits in her room, playing Sim and being random. We painted our faces like Gothic Clowns because we were bored and took lots of pictures and videos. Keisha and I had our first Twinkie ever over the weekend, and I must say I wasn't too impressed with it. It tasted like stale angel food cake with whipped cream. At two A.M. Keisha needed some womanly products so we went to Ceveron. Still dressed as Gothic Clowns I might add. The police pulled us over and I'm still really not sure why. . . I visited my Grammie in Rehab on Sunday and she seems to be doing better. However the rehab center seems to have her as a prisioner. She is scared to do anything there in fear she'll be breaking a rule. I really want to be successful because I want to donate to so many charities. . . The doctors I see that work in our hospitals kind of make me want to study more so there can be at least one competant doctor in the hospitals. . . so yeah that's my weekend. . . Not impressed? Neither am I. . .