Aristeo

What's on my mind? Well you of course. Why wouldn't you be? I am visiting the place where we first met; the place where it all started. And I know for a fact that if it had not ended, you'd be here too, and it'd be more like the spring it should be rather than a hundred degree winter. I'd like to apologize and just make everything all better like I used to all the time, but that's just what created this problem. I just really wish you'd understand. That's it. I don't want you to change, I love you like you are. I just want you to wake up and realize; I want you to understand. Not only do I //want// you to, I almost need you to. I don't want to seem all dependent and crap, because I hate to think of myself like that. I really, truly, and sincerely love you, but I can't say I want you back just yet. And I'm sorry that I led you to believe that I was so desperate. I just want someone that actually has faith, but my heart has set its options on a pretty narrow scope right about now.
 * Journal #1**

Aubrey's named after the Bread song, but it originates from Aubrey, the Queen of Dwarves. She considers her first name special and would not change it, but she thinks nothing of her English surname. Aubrey thinks that she may be related to Irasmus of Spain.
 * Name Game**

My brain works in sync with my body. My brain tells my heart to beat so it can keep the brain alive. They almost have a symbiotic relationship; one cannot survive without the other. My brain makes everyday life possible. From eating to sleeping to habitual actions, my brain runs my body; it is the control center. Different parts of the brain have their own specific functions. Our senses can trigger memories, which subsequently trigger emotions, or they could trigger actions. For example, if I had dirt in my hair, I'd be inclined to wash it off.
 * The Brain Reflection**

Since I live in an apartment, the owners hired their own maintenance service people, and sometimes that maintenance is not great. For instance, the fumigators came one Monday, but the dude didn't fumigate because he said my dog wouldn't let him in. I HAVE A PEKINGESE! A little ten-pound pekingese. Besides the maintenance being mediocre, our neighbor is a smoker. Now, she's a really nice lady, but every day it smells like cigarettes. Nothing against smokers, but that smell is just putrid and bothersome. On top of that, the way our air vents are configured, my room is closest to the A/C unit, so I get all the air and the rest of the apartment gets hot whenever the A/C is off. My mom's room doesn't even get a breeze and the kitchen gets hot (of course) when you cook, and never cools down, and our living room is also hot if the fan isn't on. However, the closest fan to the living room is the one in the dining room, and that fan is dependent on the light; they only can be on at the same time, so if you try sleeping in the living room, you'll be hot or have to have the light on.
 * Problems in My Neighborhood**

Well that's just fantastic. My heart is playing tricks on me. The will to do all I did for her, but without intimate attraction. What is this? Desperation? No, I don't get like that. Or do I? I don't really know myself if I can't answer that question. I don't really know what I want, much less what I need. But this girl. Nothing works out. We're almost polar opposites. What does this mean? Is this love? No, I've felt love before, and this is nothing close. The problem is that my heart still belongs to my old love. I do believe in moving on and/or taking breaks, but I'm not just going to put myself out there all willy nilly. I enjoy this girls company and all, but I am afraid of losing sight of what I really want. And frankly, I am not very attracted to her. So, I guess I'll be ever more patient as I have been for the past three months or so.
 * Journal #2**

My predictions based on the illustrations were surprisingly accurate. However, I guessed somethings that were sort of off. I guessed that that guy in the window in the first picture was a pedophile or something. In fact, I still am not sure what that guy was doing there. What I guessed right was that it was about culture shock based on the cover picture, but not the way I expected. The whole thing about unhappy lifestyle and wanting to get away was on target.
 * Tea with Milk Reflection**

My favorite person just happens to be two twins, Jeremiah and Robert. They have been my best friends since third grade. They complement each other so well that I consider them one person. If I were to move to a third world country, I wouldn't be able to communicate with them, so that's probably the worst case scenario. However, if I moved to somewhere like Canada or Germany or something, I could just call and text friends just as I do here in the US. Jeremiah and Robert are my favorite people because they are just awesome to be around. Every time I go to their house, it's like a little vacation; I just forget all of my worries and have fun. I have known them like brothers. In fact, I called them not by their names, but by "Brother" for the longest time. We have only gone to the same school from third until fifth grade. So there was a time where I hadn't seen them for about a year and a half. I went over in seventh grade and they were totally changed. They used to be chubby, but now they're built and tall. It was like they were different people at first, but when we started hanging out for the first time in forever, I quickly noticed that they were the same brothers that I knew years ago.
 * Favorite Person**

Although this was the first morning in a while that I've actually had a substantial breakfast, my morning didn't go so well otherwise. Last night I heard men casually talking in my living room, even though I only live with my mom. I was a bit creeped out, but not necessarily worried because it probably was just a ghost, and I have no business with that ghost. Because of all of this, I stayed up a little late (and by a little I mean midnight or later), so I woke up late feeling like a zombie. So far my morning is going pretty good, especially because I had breakfast for the first time in a while, but that soon ended when we actually left. While we live only 20 minutes away, it took us 30 minutes because of unnecessary traffic. So not only was //I// late, but my mom was also late for a meeting.
 * Journal #3**

Sometimes, you just need someone to talk to. All of us do. I have talked to friends and family about life issues, but when I really need to vent, my dog Sammy is always there. Although he is a dog and can't understand what I'm saying, I can tell that he understands my emotions. Even though he can't talk, he listens. He looks me in the eye and makes weird facial expressions that oddly correspond to what I'm saying. Sammy is a little pekingese who kinda looks like Samuel L. Jackson. He has big ears, both metaphorically and literally. He's like the best friend you've always wanted. He listens to you and doesn't talk back. He always comes up to you to pet him when he know's you're down. Best of all, he's always there when you need him. While he is not human, there are many parallels. He's like that imaginary friend you had when you were younger, except not imaginary. Otherwise, he's exactly like an imaginary friend: your best friend.
 * Description-My Dog, Sammy**

Sammy almost has a personality of his own, like humans, with pros and cons. He's very affectionate; he loves to be pet, which is part of why I like him do much. He also feeds off of the energy in the room, so if we're all relaxed, he's relaxed; if we're all excited, he's also excited; this is part of what makes him so much like a friend. He can also be pretty stubborn. I took him out twice to do his business and he didn't go either time. I took him out in the morning, and he was just taking way to long, so I brought him back in. Next I took him out in the afternoon and he didn't even bother with it. He just stood there and followed me around. I was like, "dude just drop a deuce already." Since he never did, I just went back inside. Even though he is a dog, and I assure you I'm perfectly sane, I treat him like I would any other human simply because he tends to act like one.

The whole issue was presented very clearly and it's almostcommon sense, so why doesn't the government do anything about it? I mean why do we need fire retardant pillows if that means putting neurotoxins right in and on our faces? Just in case someone has a hot head? To me, it's just stupid show it's like, here's a big problem, it's blatant, and it seems like no one isamazing a big enough difference. Why don't companies make things like they used to? Why do cars startgabbing problems right when the warranty is up?
 * Story of Stuff Reactions**

Movie Questions Kayanna - In the airport, did the officers search him because he was distracted or because he was of a different race? Why was Khan's brother against the marriage even though they were raised by an accepting mother? Aristeo - What you think Khan really wants to tell the president of the USA? Why do you think the other muslims did not pray with Rizvan on the bus? Aubrey - Why do they presume that Khan is a terriorist? Why did Khan give $500 to a different religion(christian only event)? Augusta - Why does he have such a hard time talking to people? Why are people so amazed by the way Khan prays? Ivy - Why does he want to fly all the way to DC to tell the president that he was not a terrorist? Why was Mandira mad at her sister-in-law? Julianna - How does autism affect someone's ability to communicate? Why was Khan willing to go through so much pain/struggle to tell the president that he was a not a terroist? Why was Mandira so mad at Khan after the killing and why does she leave him? Josh - What is he playing with in the airport? Will khan be with his wife Mandira again? Jonah - Why does Khan want to meet the president? What happens to the kids who killed Sam? Alyssa - Why didn't Reese tell the cops about who killed Sam? Sydney - Will Reeses ever tell the truth and regret?