Scribbles of An Ape

Matthew Denice dies and you'd think that people would be angry because of his death. Luckily Americans are the most selfish people to live. In Milford there was man who got killed by a drunk illegal immigrant. Everyone was in a uproar about him being dead of course, but also about that the race of the person who committed the crime. They were angry because the man was an illegal immigrant. Not only are Americans selfish but they are ignorant. They have become more angry with the race of the murderer rather than the death at hand. In what world does that make since? Apparently in the country of the USA it's completely accepted. Many people agree with everything that is going on, but I'm completely appalled and disgusted with the rest of these people.

I agree that immigration is a problem in the USA. I also believe that this country was based upon immigration so there isn't any reason for anybody to be angry about them being here. This is beside the point but the death of Matthew Denice has nothing and I mean absolutely nothing to do with immigration. If Matthew Denice had been hit by someone who was legal ; I think it would have been much more accepted. Of course no murder is right and no murder should be accepted all. But the Matthew Denice case has been blown way out of proportion. After his death everyone now wants to cut on immigration when the real problem is drunk driving. No matter what race you are when you get drunk you can hurt anyone. With that being said you can see that most Americans are just plain idiotic and can't differentiate between the problem and the race of a character.

So it's my last day here with her and I don't know what do. I really wish I could stay here longer. I mean I know I can complain about her a lot but I honestly will miss her. I'm watching her again as she's typing just savoring the moments until I have leave her house. I know it won't be until Monday but she won't be home until Sunday night so we get to spend absolutely no time together. I'll miss sitting on top of her TV and making sure she's alright while she's asleep. I hope my next owner will be a little bit more thoughtful this time though. Anyway I don't know where I will be going or who I'll be passed on to. I'm dreading Monday morning because I'll be thrown in the book bag and I will never be thought about again. What will I do now ?

I'm sitting here again watching her again. This time she's doing her homework. I'm actually watching her while she's typing this. She's sitting on her blue rug typing this as she Skypes with her friend. She's types so swiftly it's amazing. I wouldn't think that there was much to say about me ,but I guess someone how she is. Anyway it's extremely hot in her room and she doesn't even have the fan on. I think that I just might die. With the heat coming from the TV and from general room I don't know what I will do. She looks like the heat isn't effecting her at all. She just sits and types endlessly and gossip with her friend.

My new owner is the most insensitive person I have ever met. She no longer pays attention to me. At first I was happy to come to a new home and be played with and taken on new adventures. Boy was I wrong. My new owner does everything that doesn't have to do with me. She spends more time on her nails than she does anything else. She can sit there for hours doing intricate designs, yet she can't do anything with me. She even spends more time with her mother than me. I've officially put up with just about enough of this neglect. I want to be played with and I want to be played with now. I miss being in the hands of a loving child. I miss going in the tub even if I do drown because I'm glass. Either way I just want a life of adventure. I require living a life that is actually worth living. I would appreciate being cared for and noticed. I would greatly enjoy ........ love .

Well here I am again sitting on the TV. She just woke up and is now in the bathroom getting ready for school. This is pretty unfortunate considering I will have nothing to do all day. Her mom stayed home but it's not like she keeps me any sort of company or anything. I'm just left here with no one to talk to or no one to entertain me. If it were up to me I'd be doing something much more fun and more active. What would I be doing do you ask? I'd be out somewhere swimming. I'd be on the lake somewhere connecting with all the other ducks. I'd like to find a lady friend to share my secrets with. I'd absolutely adore finding at least a friend to joke around with and to confide in. Instead I'm left here to rot on top of a TV. I wonder what all the other ducks in the world are doing right now. For now I guess I'll just lie here wondering what's there in the outside world.

I love where she put me in her room. It's the perfect spot. Where has she put me you ask? She left me here sitting on her television. Since her bed is facing toward the TV I can watch her sleep so silently and beautifully. I know what you're thinking; he's creepy. I'm not a creep don't worry; I just like to watch her as she sleeps. When she is in her deep slumber she breathes so quietly just like a new born baby. As I watch her sleep I wish that I could snuggle in bed with her. I know that would be a little weird but I can't help myself. Her bed just looks so inviting. Everything about that makes me want to just plop myself down into it. Maybe one day she'll even take me into bed with her. I don't know what I'll have to do to get in that bed. I promise one day I will lie in that bed.

Hmm what can say I about you glass duck. I received you in a "trinket swap" in class today. To be honest I don't even know from who or where you came from. Your features are very similar to that of any rubber ducky. You're yellow with a orange beak. You have beady little black eyes with one little white dot in the middle of them. Poor artistic excuse for a duck I'd say. I'd rather not be describing you right now, but hey it's an assignment. As I'm sitting on my couch balancing you in my hand; I could say that you a nice weight. I wonder how exactly you were made. A question you can't answer. I wonder who was your owner before today. Again a question you can't answer. Maybe you are answering and I can't hear you. All I can say is this will be one boring task my duck friend. On my shelf you go until Monday. I can already anticipate waking up and seeing you creepily staring.