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What is the worth of an unborn baby's life?

Many would say it can't be worth much, for their life hasn't even had a chance to begin.

What's another baby- More or less?

But these people would be wrong. Because they don't realize that what matters is what they grow up to become.

A doctor A firefighter A president A hero

Every unborn baby's life is just as valuable as anyone else's. Maybe even more so, For they still have a life to live.

But what if it was a baby's fate to become a criminal? A villain or a cold-blooded murderer? Would their life still have value?

Though no one wishes for criminals on this Earth, what would have been the purpose of a hero's life, had there not been any evil?

So you see, every baby's life is valuable.

Every miscarriage and child lost should be mourned. Whether it was yours or not, because in the end, this child would have left an impression on the Earth. For better or for worse-

I am once again bored. Blogging is a very good remedy. Well to me it is. I don't know what other people do, but I prefer typing, reading, writing, and blogging. Maybe it has to do with being able to feel emotion within those small words on white paper. Whether I am the creator or not.

Like the endings of books. Yesterday I finished reading the book The Host by Stephanie Meyer that my friend let me borrow (Her codename will be Sonica). I almost cried. Why? Because I'm a giant nerd like that. It was just such a ridiculously happy ending, but it left you feeling hope for the characters. It left you knowing that there's a chance their world will get better for them.

If you haven't realized, I really really love reading. I'm one of those people who think it's better than television. Sometimes I'll be watching a movie and just think to myself- that would make a really good book. Movies like The Book Of Eli, Inception, and Pirates Of The Caribbean (Did I spell that right?). But then again, there are those movies that are really good, but only in movie form. Like break dancing movies, just about every animated one, and spoofs. They'd just be weird as books. I'm not saying it's impossible, they have a spoof book for Twilight now, right? I'm just saying they're way better as movies.

Like I said, I also like to write. I write A LOT. I just love how writing makes me feel like a God of my own imaginative world. I mean, I created those characters, and I make what happens happen to them for a reason. I literally get the power to make anything possible.

They could win the lottery, be a queen, a hero, a vampire, be immortal, discover a second dimension, or be the world's salvation. They could just have a family, grow old, and live a peaceful life. But tell me, what fun would that be? Writing a story is like playing Sims. But with my own personal game settings and adjustments.

i've always known that i didn't like spiders. i mean, who does? Little Miss Muffet sure didn't. i doubt even spiderman likes spiders. yeah sure, it gave him some powers, but i don't recall him actually wanting to have a spider on his hand in the first place. whatever, the point is no one really likes spiders.

i don't like spiders because of what they do and how they look, it's just creepy. that was my general thought on them. yesterday, i realized it was worse than i had imagined. i have arachnaphobia. the irrational fear of spiders. how did i come to this realization?

yesterday i was going to take a shower. until i noticed a spider in the bathroom. then another... and another. where in the world did all these spiders come from? one of them, a tan daddy long legs, was hanging out on a web he made right next to the showerhead. what was it doing in the shower in the first place? haven't spiders learned anything from the itsy-bitsy-spider song? the daddy long legs was in the process of finishing his web or something, because it was moving alot. there was no way i was going to stand under that thing with running water threatening to make it fall towards my feet. so who do you call when you don't know what to do? i called downstairs for my mommy to come up :P. she was laughing about it. she called me a wimp for not being able to simply smush it with a shoe myself. that's not because i was afraid of getting near the spider, it was because i just didn't like squishing any bugs in general. yeah, i know- prissy me. she killed 2 of the spiders. her jokes momentarily made me completely forget about the 3rd one. i also noticed 2 more spiders by the door. what was up with all these spiders coming out of nowhere?! my mom had already gone all the way downstairs and i didn't want to call her back up because then she might really get annoyed with my prissiness. so i went to my brothers' room. Fernando and Ricardo were watching some music video where the baby saw monsters everywhere he went. tentatively i asked, "Anyone up to doing me a favor?" they kind of glanced at me, then turned back to the laptop like i wasn't there. knowing i would have to face those spiders alone, i sat down next to my brothers and thought to myself- as soon as the video is over. near the end of it, Alfredo came home. yes! Alfredo is kind and always does me small favors when i ask. if he's not busy. so i asked. "Alfredo, you want to kill me some spiders?" he agreed and killed every single one of them. having just saw 5 spiders in my bathroom, i was a little bit paranoid. throughout my shower, i kept looking around in case of spiders come for their revenge.

i am bored. it’s plain and simple. this blog is being made because i am bored, and have nothing else to do. or maybe it’s because i’m eager to type something into this vast space of emptiness. i made a tumblr because it looked like fun when my cousin went on it. i was pretty excited about the blogging (it’s probably all i’m going to do), and kept telling her that i was going to make one. i would have already had an account a long time ago, but she wouldn’t let me make one at her house because she didn’t think i should have one. “no one actually blogs, kimberly,” she said, “they just put up pictures and other things.” she told me that it would be a waste of an account, because no one was going to read it. i told her that i didn’t care. i wanted to blog on the internet whether anyone actually read it or not. i didn’t care if i wasn’t going to get any followers. i wanted to type. she wasn’t moved. finally, i made one at home. other than my primary blog, this is my first real blog post.

now i wonder how many people actually do read blogs. maybe my cousin was right. maybe this was a big waste of time for me, and will be for anyone else who reads it - i don’t know. what i do know is that this entertains me, and i like typing randomness.

earlier, i said i was bored. this is due to many reasons:

My crazily fun and annoying sister is not home to make me laugh. it’s quiet.

There’s not a single movie in my house that i haven’t already seen 3 times. well, not any interesting ones anyway.

I don’t have any video games to play because: my favorite one (Fallout) is broken, my file on my second favorite game (Fable) was deleted and i am NOT in the mood to do everything all over again, and my DS charger is lost. all courtesy of my little brothers.

I got tired of reading.

I don’t have any friends whose homes are within walking distance to hang out with

I’m not in a card playing mood

And no one i talk to is on facebook

i think that’s it. when i was making this account yesterday, i was chatting with 3 other friends on facebook at the same time. i asked them if they knew what tumblr was, and one of them even said she was going to make one herself. that’d be cool. i’d finally have someone to follow.

Fernando is seriously pumped about his new job. yesterday i went with mom to pick him up from work and he was making me do the math to see how much he would be making each month. then how long it would take before he could get his own car. i think he’s happy.