Friday, June 8, 2012

organic essay RD



Did you know heating food in plastic is bad for you? Not only that but so is BPA, it lines your canned foods, your receipts, and old and cheap plastic containers have it (thus the reason its bad for you microwaving food in it).  BPA (biphenyl A) is a chemical that causes cancer and premature puberty.  It’s really nasty stuff, but because the US makes so much of it we’re having a difficult time in stopping using it.
So no my mom either has glass containers or non-BPA plastic to store our food in, and we’ve cut down on how much canned food we eat.
GMO, genetically modified organisms, are in everything we eat and even other stuff too.
 Do you really want to eat an apple with GMO in it? It doesn’t mean the apple can talk or anything but that it doesn’t attract bugs so much and is 2x bigger then organic apples.

Pesticides are used on just about every plant out there, and it runs into our water systems and then it gets into our animals too.  (For example, they use some pesticides to make the animals really fact and grow faster, therefore making the meat taste not as well as free land (?) animals. They also coop them up in really tight places, to make them even fatter! L)

Food coloring is fun during Easter right?
But did you know that food coloring not made from organic food sources like veggies and fruits can cause cancer?  Red 40 is a big one-it’s in so much of our food, even stuff that doesn’t need to be red!  A lot of kids’ candy has red 40 in it-so every time you eat fruit loops or licorice you’re putting cancer causing stuff into your body. You might as well be telling the grim reaper to make a early trip!

People with health issues, like some of my family members, can have adverse reactions to all of the above as well.  So, my Mom decided about 2 years ago to start having our family eat healthier.  So now we eat about 60% organic food-her goal is to have it be 90% by 2013. But it’s very very expensive, so she’s starting with the things that are the most harmful to us (BPA free stuff, non GMO cereals that are organic, non RBST organic milk) and tries to get mostly organic veggies and fruits. It gets hard sometimes because I love Kit Kats and other sweets. But I have to agree on one thing, organic dark chocolate is the best!!!! I also like the nuts because it doesn’t taste too salty and doesn’t have all these weird ingredients. I also make sweets with organic materials. It’s nice to get a taste of how they did it back then without all this crap we have to day right? I encourage everyone I can to eat organically, cause it also helps you learn to be more careful. I hope you take these words by heart and eat organically! Monica.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

http://shine.yahoo.com/healthy-living/9-health-risks-arent-worth-taking-190800070.html
i walk
i stop
i run
i spin
i stop
i jump
i spin
this was a great day

free soul
anima libra
the words flow out
before i can stop them
anima libra
my friends go out
before i can stop them
am i truly a free soul?
someday i will die.
someday no one will remember me
someday i will be a writer
someday ill be a mother
someday i will love 
and someday will come.
things that are not said
will breack my heart in two but
as long as i am with you
i will be as fine as rain.

love is running away
hate is in persuit
feelings hide me!

i believe in the taste of food
the icing melting on my tongue
the chocolate swirling around me with love
the moist and fluffy cake
the yellow cake which makes my heart sing and my belly big

but...
the way people lie and cheat and hurt other people is not accepted by me.

i believe that there is always a tomorrow.
i believe the pine forest and the trees leaves
i believe in miracles, because it is a miracle that i am even here!

and i believe that i can trust you and that we will have the greatest memories in this life.
pine filled forest
the rain
nature calling
the shade covering me
the fresh black berry's
i could stay here forever

the colorless ceiling
bleach and ahsfalt
the fire cackling
the heat of hatred
dust and vinegar
this must be lonelyness



Wednesday, June 6, 2012

JANUARY slaps 
us in the face 
with the cold wind 
 
FEBRUARY curresses 
us with its 
loving touch  
 
MARCH climbs 
up to meet us 
and to make us believe 
 
APRIL fools us 
with its pranks 
and spam 
 
MAY sets 
us ready for spring 
with comfortable air 
 
JUNE shuffles in 
getting the party on 
when school is finally done 
 


sunrise wakes slowly 
filling the once dark sky with color 
it's beauty is flawless 
as it drives away the night 
and brings in the day 
the sky is now bright 
but it will soon be gone 
it scatters away 
tomorrow it shall come again 
... 
sunset stalks day 
flashes its colors letting night take over
its color go out one by one 
as night brings darkness 
sunset then hides 
only to come by the next night

creative writing: diplomat, conferance room, jacket, balloon

The weeping willow…
I looked around nervously trying not to cry. Its ok… daddy will come and find me… he will! I felt the tear’s stream down knowing that I was just lying to myself. My name is Nadine. Nadine willows. I’m currently 6 years old. I know I’m pretty old to cry like this but I can’t help it. My daddy told me that he was going to talk to some people and then come back and that we would go for ice cream, but told me I had to wait in the conference room. He had even given me a red balloon, and most importantly he let me sit in the big spinney chair! 
But….
That was five hours ago. I really badly had to go pee and I was thirsty. I wiggled around making the chair spin slightly. I looked out the window and saw that all the people who had been there before…. Were gone. I saw out, that window a door to the bathroom. I slid out of the chair and walked slowly toward the door. I opened the door and looked to the sides to see if there was anyone around. Nope! I walked quickly into the bathroom and peed. I then tried to wash my hands, but the sink was too high. I then heard some people talking. I was scared that they might be mad at me, so I hid under the sink, where there was a little cupboard, and stayed there. I then heard some loud sharp booms fill the air. I put my face in my knees and wrapped my hand tightly around my legs shaking. I then heard the screams. I shook harder. What was going on?
….
I stared silently at the ground. It had been 5 weeks since the terriost attack. The police, the doctors, the nurses, even my teacher had told me that my father was a diplomat and that it wasn’t my fault and that I didn’t have to be afraid to cry. But I couldn’t cry. No matter how hard I tried she couldn’t. I sighed and kicked a pebble making it bounce up ahead. As I watched the pebble go I saw a pair of shoes come into my view. I looked up to find Lucas staring snidely at me. What did he want?
“ ’Oh boo hoo look at me I have no family what am I ever going to do?’” he said to me mockingly. He glared at me and suddenly grabbed my blonde ponytail. I cried out, as he pulled hard. “ It’s you’re own fault you know. First you had to be born and kill your mother and then you had to go and kill your daddy.” I yanked away from him falling on the ground. I looked up and said angrily, “ I didn’t kill my daddy! He was killed by a bunch of mean people!” he laughed and leaned in closely to me. “ Is that what you think? The police didn’t tell you the truth then did they? Your daddy wasn’t killed by terriost’s. He was killed because you weren’t good enough.”
“Stop it…” I said silently.
“ Because you killed your own mother…”
“ Stop it.” I said a little louder. I was starting to shake.
“ Because you are a spoiled brat and…” he leaned in and whispered silently in my ear, 
“ he said himself this part… ‘ I wish she was never born. She isn’t pretty enough to be my daughter and I hate her...’” I stopped shaking and stared in horror at the ground. Daddy would never say that! Daddy loves me! What if it’s true? Am I really not that pretty? What am I going to do? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!
I heard a whistle and turned to see the recess teacher coming over, asking what we were doing. Lucas smiled and stared down at me. He then yelled “ we were just playing a little game…” he smiled and waved goodbye to me.
….
I shook not from the cold rain falling down on me, but because I was scared. Scared that what Lucas said was true. Scared that I was a killer. Scared of the fact I was alone. I was in a very thin shirt and shorts with flip-flops. It had been such a pretty day. I shook harder and stared down at my father’s grave. I had ran away from my aunts to see his grave, I missed him so much… I looked at the grave next to his, knowing I would find my mothers. Her name was lily willows. She was 25 when she gave birth to me, and had died that age. I never knew her, but I loved her. My daddy had told me that I had her sapphire eyes and her honey blonde hair. I think where the comparison stopped. She had thinner lips then my thick ones and she had dimples, while I had none. She had a long pretty face while I had a round ugly face. I looked silently at the two and closed my eyes.
 Am I really alone?
The thought had never really gotten to me until Lucas had told me. What now that I thought about it…
I felt something hot and wet roll down my cheek. I was shocked to realize they were tears. I hadn’t cried since I was in the conference room. I wrapped my arms around my legs putting them tightly around my body. I felt my sobs shack me. I winced as I heard my stomach growl. How long have I been here? And to think no one was looking for me just made me sob harder. Gosh I was such a baby. But then…
“ You ok?” I looked up to find a man with a black umbrella and a long black trench coat. He had big kind brown eyes and black hair that almost hid them. As I started looking at him more, I realized that he was not a man but a teenager. I looked quickly down, trying not to let him see how un-ok I was. My stomach decided then to gurgle. I clenched my tummy angry at it deceiving me. He then started laughing and took of his jacket. I stared wondering what he was doing when he put it over me. “ Don’t want you to catch a cold now.” He said smiling. I looked up at him questionably and then looked down. Why is he being so nice?
I heard at him get up, and I looked up and the words slipped out before I could do anything.
“Don’t leave me!” he looked at me surprisingly, suddenly noticing the graves. He looked sad and then smiled. “I’ll make a deal,” he said squatting, looking me eye to eye,” if you come with me and eat some food, I wont leave you ok?” he smiled and opened his hand out to me. I stared at it and smiled. I nodded and grabbed his hand.

creative writing 8




The wedding wrecker. 
Markus in love... 
 Markus watched as Maria walked down the aisle and all he could do was stare. He was so in love with her. She wore a long white dress that looked like it would be perfect as the fairy tales said, with flower's craftily embroaded into the dress, and the way it floated around her, but seemed to fit her just made her even more beautiful. Markus watched her and as he did he saw something. When he saw it he was so shocked, that he shook realizing that he made a mistake. Maria had her fake smile on. He knew it was because her eyes didn't sparkle and her left eyebrow went slightly up. She didn't want to marry Brant. He remembered what she'd said last night and it all made sense. The bishop asked if there were anyone who disagreed with the marriage of Maria and Brant. Markus stood and the words slipped out.
"I reject."
  Everyone gasped and stared wide eyed at him but he stood firmly. Maria stared at him with happiness in her eyes but a shocked face. The bishop looked just surprised he asked why Markus was doing this. Markus looked at Maria and then at Brant and then pointed straight at Brant.
"Because I can’t let the person I love get married to someone she doesn't love."
Maria stared at him and smiled. This time for real. There was no questioning and there was no sad look in her eyes, just pure joy.
" Maria do you remember what you said last night? i dint know what you were trying to tell me until i saw your smile when you were walking down the aisle-"
" If she was smiling then why did you ruin her special day?" Brant said snidely. Markus smiled and said plainly,
"Because it was fake." Maria smiled and tears ran down her face happily.
" You always did know how I felt..." she said looking up." but last night you dint see how i truly felt or what I was trying to say." she looked down sadly. Markus nodded and then he explained, " I was so angry that you had decided to get married, that I dint pay attention when you asked me..." he stopped and looked straight at her.”‘ should I get married? I mean it's not that I don't love him.... but I feel like something isn't right...' I'm sorry... and I know it’s too late but would you ever consider marrying me?"
Maria smiled and then, shoving the bouquet of flowers into Brant's chest, she ran and jumped into Markus's arms. They spinned around and then Markus said with the biggest smile on his face,
"Does that mean yes?" she smiled and flicked his forehead.
" No I just got my used to be groom to be groom a thing to look forward to..." she kissed him and then pulled away," yes you idiot, I will marry you."

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

what if love give's up?
i might just cry.
what if hate win's the battle?
i could die.
what if good does not lose?
i would be perfect.
but what if the days roll by till the day i die?

when i see the ocean
wondrous glorious victorious
i wish i could swim to the bottom and never come back up...
because it's beuty down there is better than anything else.

i flew to the top of the sky
free pretty wonderfull
i want to sprout wing's and do this.
sit, stand, stare 
the girl
gracefully
walked
into the park

look, stare, frown
my mother
unpleasantly
limped
to bed

wince, cry, run
i
sadly
ran
to anywhere but there
star's
twinkle, glow,
explode, light, sucked
darkness, nothing
black hole.

look
search, under
over, find, cry
lie, mine
brother

run
jump, kick
hit, fist, sucker-punch
awake, late
school
sweet
kind, nice
good, pleasent, trusty
sparkly, great, rude, unworthy
dispicable, downer, crowder
hater, unlikable
sour

normal
stiff, boring
dull, just, repulsive
unknowing, uncontroling, bold, smart
awsome, ready, unlimited
frustrating, smily
crazy
i am
earth, love, art.
i sometimes wondor if i 
could hug these and then make them
mine forever and ever, because that would be nice.
honesty is impotant to me
privacy is important to me
kindness is important to me.
lieing should'nt exist but it does 
and i always lie.its terrible and so am i.
the world is sick and wrong, with all these abortions
and baby mice in wine and baby flesh burned just for some pills
theres something wrong with them.
theres something wrong with me.
this is me.
just because i smile...
doesn't mean i own it.
doesn't mean i can control it.
the monster that stirs in my head.
just because i smile...
doesn't say I'm happy.
doesn't mean we can be all sappy.
the haunter is like lead
just because i smile...
doesn't mean we're friends.
doesn't mean ill make amends.
my mother once said.
just because i smile...
doesn't mean i love you.
doesn't mean I'm you're beloved.
so get out of my bed.
just because i smile...
doesnt mean im proud.
doesnt mean that i love the crowd.
no im just filled with red.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

creative writing 7


To give to mankind
 I stare ahead into the blank sky and wonder what the world would do if they saw me doing what I was just about to do. I stared down the tan rocky cliff and saw the dry rock hard ground of the desert, a very small dry breeze making my white hair move slightly to the left. I smiled, and dropped my transparent board on the ground, and stood on it. The board instantly stuck to my feet and then started hovering off the ground. I chuckled, thinking of all of their faces in shock, even fear. I felt my chest squeeze thinking of the way the air felt when I flew into the sky. I gave one last look into the sky and then closed my eyes I went off the cliff. I felt myself falling. The desert wind wrapped itself around me like a warm blanket. I could stay like this for hours. But I knew if I didn’t do anything, I would die, before I could meet the embrace of the desert ground. I opened my eyes and clicked the button right below my heel, and I fly over the ground. I step the button near my toes and I fly up and spin through the air. I love the sky so much. I then decide to speed things up. I lean in, put my left foot back and then press the very back button. I then zip into the sky, faster then a jet. I know this is risky, But I didn’t care. I thought of the song Anima Libera. I sung the Italian version then the English.
  Free soul, you feel flawless
up there in the sky you will fly
Free soul, always lights me up
in the darkness of my thoughts
Free soul, often and magical
you're the hope inside me
Free soul, light and unique
in the blue sky you will shine
and don't let
futile fears
hide the light inside you,
I won't forget you
I will celebrate you
to the rhythm of this song.

 I smiled and thought about how it suited me all to well. I click the button, and got out of warp speed (I didn’t know what to call it so I went to the star trek reference instead K )  I went back down onto the ground and got off the hover board. And that was the moment I noticed that instead of solid ground I had landed in water. I swam up to the surface and looked around. I was in the ocean. Craaaaaap….
I looked around and sighed. Oh well.
so pretty much this was explaining how I would create a hover board  and how fast it would go and stuff. Also I didn’t mention that it is solar powered and that the battery can hold about 5 days worth of power for the hover board. Why a hover board? I’ve always dreamed of flying and since growing a pair of wings is out of the question (L) I decided that instead I would make a hover board. The sad part is I’m not smart enough to do this and not awesome enough to do it and I’m just plain poor K.

creative writing 6


The one who notices
 I sometimes wonder if im the only one listening or paying attention. I turned and looked over at everyone else. The girl behind me, Kylie, stared blankly ahead, brushing her long straight hair aside. The boy behind her, Michael, played around with his pen, accidentally making it fly up to the ceiling, where it stayed, stuck. He quickly looked down and acted like he was writing notes. The guy next to him, Kurt, chuckled and rolled his eyes toward Melissa, who was staring at him the whole time. She blushed and quickly looked up ahead. The guy next to me, Brian, started laughing out loud for no particular reason. He would do that just to see what everyone else would do. Of course everyone else started to laugh. Everyone in high school always did what the popular people did. I shook my head and looked over at the girl at my right. She was the one I really didn’t understand. With Kylie, she tried her best to be the most gorgeous girl in the world. But in reality her father weighed her all the time and if she went even one pound over 95 pounds, he’d smack her and call her ugly. With Michael, he was always trying to be the class clown. The reason is because he wants to be noticed. Kurt was always trying to act cool, but in reality he always tried to make Melissa’s life better. And Melissa thought he would never notice her because she was the class nerd, when she actually was the most talented ballet dancer anyone has ever seen. Brian had the perfect life. Nothing made him sad or angry really. He was societies golden boy. But, Brittany? She was a complete mystery to me. I tried to figure her out by asking people or by looking her up, but she was so… plain. Boring. Annoying. I frowned. Not annoying for other people, she was very silent. But, annoying because she was a complete mystery. There was nothing that was typical or surprising or sad about her! I then remember a line from a poem by e.e.Cummins.

 The weak noise of her eyes easily files my impatience to an edge…

 I thought about it and decided it fitted her. I looked around at all of them. They all laughed and chuckled awkwardly, looking at everyone else with a questioning eye. What are we laughing about? They all seemed to ask each other, but none of them dared to ask. I looked up at our teacher, Mr. Noshing he stared ahead, with a bored look in his eyes, blabbering on about how and why Lincoln was assassinated. Him and I both knew why he wasn’t at the bar drinking his shame and sorrow away. And why he wasn’t going to just walk out. Because he didn’t have any money. And because he had nothing to look forward to when he got home. He had no wife. No children. And his family was ashamed of him. So what did he have to live for? I looked at him and felt very sad. I sighed and shrugged. Oh well. Who cares if I’m the only one who notices these things? It’s not like anyone will ever notice the girl in the front row who always does weird things, right?

Friday, June 1, 2012

Elvis clone's taking over the world!!!!
On June 5th , 2045, we witnessed as Elvis came back into style. Everyone wanted to be him. Everyone wanted to listen to him and look like him. And then we watched as the trend turned into something more. Soon there were religions, cults, and even gangs all about how everyone should look and act like Elvis. We then witnessed people being murdered because they did not go to the national church of Elvis Presley. And then we saw the massacres. Countless of men woman and children died at the hands of not the followers of      Elvis, but his clones. And now we look at now, as we are now ruled over these Elvis clones. In Elvis Presley we trust I bid you goodbye.
 “What a load of crap.” A man said as he crumpled up the newspaper and threw it on the ground. He breathed in the cigarette smoke and let it slowly flow out of his mouth. The man watched as the smoke floated into the air, and then it was stirred around by the movement from the hover cars.  The man then, started walking to MC’ PRESLEY. The man was unlike the rest of the people in this city. Unlike them he did not go to that stupid Elvis church, nor did he dress like him. He just slept most of the day away, he wore a long dark leather trench coat, and a beaten up bowler hat. The man stomped on his cigarette and started to start a new one when he saw something in the alley. He shrugged and walked away smoking his cigarette. Not many people wanted to resist because they felt as if they had no other choice. The man shook his head shamefully and blew out the smoke. He didn’t understand why they were afraid of a bunch of clones though.  He started to walk when he felt like someone was following him. He walked a little faster and then turned into the next alleyway. The man turned and saw his stalker. He immediately got his gun out.
 “I am not becoming one of you freaks.” The man said plainly as he stared down at the Elvis clone. The clone didn’t respond, he merely pointed a laser at the man and started shooting. The man dodged the shots, jumping against the brick walls and kicking the garbage into the clones face. The clone brushed the garbage away and kept shooting. The man then started shooting the clone and running head on to it. Just as the clone was about to shoot the man square in the face the man punched him in the face, with such strength and speed, that it smashed in the clone’s head. He stood up straight and smiled down at the smashed up clone. He lighted another cigarette and walked out of the alley way and back to MC' Presley. The man walked on and smiled to himself when he realized more clones were following him. 
 "Well this is going to be fun."

book report 4: the HOST

NAME: Melanie Stryder
HEIGHT: 5"10
EYE COLOR: deep brown with flecks of gold
HAIR COLOR: brunette with blond highlights
PERSONALITY: violent, all action, fast, kind, sarcastic, inpatient, loving, motherly
LIKES: Wanderer, Jamie, Jeb, being free, the world how it used to be, jokes, love, and Jared 
DISLIKES: kyle, the seeker, Jared kissing wanderer, Ian touching her, souls(at first), seekers
MAIN CHARACTER 
she is not really the one who is leading but you do know how she feels and what her thoughts are, you also see her views but she doesn't describe everything. she is the owner of the body wanderer is using (at first) and her best friend/sister :) 

NAME: Ian O'Shea 
HEIGHT: 6"5
EYE COLOR: Sapphire blue  
HAIR COLOR: midnight black
PERSONALITY: soccer jock, fair, kind, protective, instinctive but thoughtful, loving, good, sweet 
LIKES: wanderer, mysteries, nice people, playing soccer, proving kyle wrong, Jamie, Doc, Jeb, Jared, love
DISLIKES: kyle, when wanderer is hurt, wanderer sad, wanderer leaving, being beaten at soccer, being wrong
MAIN CHARACTER
wanderers true love and best friend. at first he doesn't like her, even hated her. he almost killed her in the beginning! but then he finds it curious why she is even there, why would she risk her life just to see jared and jamie?  
and then he falls for her.

Monday, May 28, 2012

book report 3: fallen


NAME: Cam
HEIGHT: 6"2
EYE COLOR:emerald green
HAIR COLOR: black
PERSONALITY: sarcastic, sneaky, a charmer, funny,
LIKES: snakes, charming Luce,being center stage, party's, winning (duh!), and beating Daniel up
DISLIKES: losing, being beaten by Daniel and gabbe, messing up, speeches, class, school, and arriane
MAJOR CHARACTER
one of the many villains but also seems to be an ally of a sort :\


NAME: luce price
HEIGHT: 5"9
EYE COLOR:hazel
HAIR COLOR:black
PERSONALITY: innocent, smart, grim, funny, kind, dark, and happy with friends
LIKES: daniel. cam(in the beginning), her friends, stalking daniel, thinking about daniel, and daniel.
DISLIKES: not thinking about daniel, not dreaming of daniel, daniel flipping her off, cam (in the end), penn dieing :(
MAIN CHARACTER
the herion.... im kinda mad at her for being with daniel. cam is better.:|

Sunday, May 27, 2012

journal 45: the end.

this is the end.
the end of my journals.
the end of having to try and get this done as fast i can
the end of not being a sophomore next year
the end.... of my struggle
the end of advisory.
the end.
...........................
love is the movement of the soul
when we search for our other half.
sometimes we find it,
other times we don't.
love is like the last puzzle piece.
if we find it then we will be completed.
if we do not then we will always be 
waiting for something to fill that hole
deep in our heart. 
most of the time we fill it with junk
stuff that we don't need
stuff that hurts us
stuff that shouldn't be there.
my solution?
dont try to fill it.
wait for the day when you find that love
that sweet love that can fill that hole
and complete us.

journal 44:

my mummy wont help me with my wrist!!!!!!!!!! it hurts!!!!!!!!!!!!! D:  but does mummy care? nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! she just wants me to do the kitchen cause ty aint here :(
.........................
mummy doesnt understand
why i am the way i am
she doesnt get how i am able
to ignore my duties and chores
she doesnt get how lazy i can be
she also doesnt understand
why i am so stubborn
why i stand for what i think
and why i will argue no matter what the situation
and how after all of that
can understand others oppinions
she also doesnt get why i try to help
all my friends and family
why i wont help myself
and why i am
me.
........
short parody to FALLEN....


Cam stared out into the open sky and closed his eyes. Why did it always end up like this…. It was only a kiss. He smiled grimly as the song played through his head. He tried to get up when he was painfully reminded that Gabbe was still there. And he was reminded with a fist. He winced and coughed and tried to fight back. It was useless. Like falling in love with Luce….

Luce…

He got up and then punched Gabbe Square in the gut. She sighed and round kicked him. He spit on the ground and growled. She rolled her eyes “very attractive…”
She kicked him then, in the gut and he crashed into an oak. Ouch. He looked up and saw Gabbe as she always was. Annoyingly pretty, he liked to call her type. The ones with the little cute accent, the perfect blonde hair that flowed in just the right way, and the always-perfect nails. He grimaced. Disgusting. He got up and put his fists up. Just about when he was going to punch her in the face she ran away. He shook his head. What the hell? He shrugged and sat on the stone dry ground and leaned against the oak. Cam looked up into the branches and leaves.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

journal 43: ............

a cute little nose
pink and soft and wet
deep brown eyes
big and wide and filled with pride
fur with brown and black
a white chest and paws and fluffy tail
ears long and soft
they hear and steer and keep me away from fear
im what people want and what they hate
cute and dangerous and ruleing the world
what am i?

journal 42: somtimes...

i just wanna scream. 
i just wanna shout. 
about the things that make me glitch 
out of the space 
to be alive doesnt mean 
your awake 
am i awake? 
or is this a dream? 
could i be 
dreaming of reality? 
the things you said 
burn in my head 
make me want to split open 
my head 
it hurts but doesnt everything now adays? 
love must be great  
but i got none of it 
and sometimes when 
i see my friends happy 
i want to yell that it isnt fair 
but what should i know? 
they have it worse than i do...  
right?

book report 2: WRAPPED by jennifer bradbury

NAME:Agnes Wilkins
HEIGHT:5"6
EYE COLOR: emerald green
HAIR COLOR: brown red
PERSONALITY: adventurous, caring, curious, hot headed at times, sweet, a dreamer
LIKES: other things outside of London and England, being left alone, reading, A Lady (Jane Austen), Caedmon, her brother Daniel, Egypt, her father and Julia
DISLIKES: being constricted, having her mother nag at her about manners, lord Showalter, disrupting mummy's, people taking things from Egypt, and when her brother Rupert is sexist.
MAIN CHARACTER 
she is our heroin who explains what is happening and how she feels about it. she is awsome! 



NAME:Caedmon Stowe
HEIGHT: 6"4
EYE COLOR:deep brown
HAIR COLOR: brown
PERSONALITY: very smart, kind, has a temper, curious, persistent, content.
LIKES: Egypt, Pharaohs, the Rosetta stone, Agnes, the museum, his sister, and adventure
DISLIKES: people bossing him around, not doing his work, fighting with Agnes, lord Showalter, and Mr Banehart
MAIN CHARACTER 
he is one of our hero's, and hes got a soft spot for Agnes (love is in the air no?)

Friday, May 25, 2012

book report 1: pillage

NAME: Beck Phillips (pillage)
HEIGHT: 6"3 ft
EYE COLOR: brown
HAIR COLOR: dark brown
PERSONALITY: funny, smug, trouble maker, brave, kind, sarcastic, and smart.
LIKES: jokes, food, nice people, Milo, and Kate.
DISLIKES: rude people, bullies, teachers, learning, and Wyatt
MAIN CHARACTER
He is the one who explains everything, and the hero of the book.


NAME: Kate (doesn't say her last name)
HEIGHT:5"8 ft
EYE COLOR: green
HAIR COLOR: red
PERSONALITY: serious, smart, a little snooty, a typical girl, and wimpy.
LIKES: cute things, Beck, Milo, the outdoors, adventure.
DISLIKES: Wyatt, boring stuff, spiders, cobwebs, and being trapped.
MAIN CHARACTER
She is the hero's love. she likes him but wont admit it until the end.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

journal 41:

sit stand turn
stand turn sit
turn sit nervous 
sit nervous twitch 
nervous twitch look
twitch look down 
look down tears 
down tears fall 
tears fall down 
fall down pick 
down pick self 
pick self up 
self up sigh 
up sigh smile 
sigh smile oh 
smile oh well 
oh well im not 
well im not special 
not special or anything

journal 40: ....what the f-

there once was a girl
her name was risa
and risa had a sisters named terissa
merissa
and lissa.
and she had one brother named george :|
george liked to gorge
all night long
but risa and her sisters
thought this was surely wrong
they tell him and tell him
over and over again
to stop this madness.
but george would say no
until one day he bacame ruler of the fairys and ate a bunch of penguins
the end O.O

JOURNAL 39: starry eyed disease


Attention! There is a new disease! Attention!  
This is not a drill!
Listen carefully and follow the following procedures!
The new disease is called "starry eyed". The first sign of this disease is you have starry eyes. How you can see that your eyes have become "starry eyed" is there a golden flecks in your eyes and they glow. The next sign is glowing in the dark. It is a golden glow. The next sign is hearing singing in your head. It will lead you untill you find more of the diseased. The next sign is feeling as if your being struck by lightning. There is rumor that this will only happen if you make contact with another infected. The next sign is not being able to hear your brathing. The next sign is the lethal part. The next sign is turning to stone. This will happen when a male victim and a female victim interact. This is serious and you must be warned not to touch ANY of the infected or diseased!!!!!!!
Good luck.

journal 38 : what...? WHAT?!?!


What is a crow?  
Is it a thief?
Or is it the sign of death?
Is it an illusion?
A myth?
Is it a god?
Or is it the devil?
Is it of worth?
Or is it trash?
Is it beautiful?
Or is it…. A mystery?

What am i?
Am I a lover?
Or a hater?
Am I kind?
Or crude?
Am I a saint?
Or am I a demon?
Do I have feelings?
Or am I hollow?
Am I pretty?
Or am I ugly?
Am I unique?
Or am i… a strange something.

journal 37: .....


I want to ride my bicycle!
Because the air is pure
And im ready for the cure
Of this depressing state!
So if you don’t mind im  
gonna go ahead and ride my
BICYCLE!
Ride like the wind
Cause this isnt the end!
I feel the breeze and cant help but
Want to scream and shout!!!

I stole this boy's heart
Its not youres now its mine
So stay back and watch
As his wildest dreams come true
Not one of them involving you
So suck it up
And take your tears somewhere else
Cause we wont be needing uyou anymore
And by the way
We were never friends

journal 36: guardian angel...


An angel from on high.
Came down and bestowed upon me
A gift of wondors
But I asked if
I could have another miracle
The angel smiled sadley
And told me they couldn’t
I couldn’t help
The tears that fell  
But…
I looked up to see
The angel staring down upon me
The angel said then
With grace and beuty
I shall be the person you love
Guardian angel.
And so was the making of the gaurdian angel.

journal 35: poetry is my life


Religion is just another word.
like hope
and faith
and god
and pain
and love
it doesn’t mean anything.
All it means is that we are weak
Weak to put such faith in things
To think there is something beyond this.
But…
I guess im just as weak.
Because I would die for these things.
Cause if there was no hope.
Cause if their was no faith
And if there was no god
And if there was no pain
And if there was no love
Then we would be nothing.
We would have no creativity
We would have no ideas
We would be in caves still,
Trying to make fire.
And I wouldn’t be alive
Yes we are weak.
And yes we are fools.
But id rather be the fool,
Then the coward.

journal 34: poetry is a form of our humanity


Things that don’t make sense.
Ducks  watching star wars
The world forever in war
Butterflies eating crocodiles
The world going on for miles
Cats and dogs together
A child without a mother
Cheese and flowers falling from the sky
Our souls able to fly
Dinosaurs eating clouds
The world without mounds
Dreaming of reality
The world without mortality

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

journal entry:33

ok so today i discovered my little Sherlock avatar! he is so adorable and he does soooo many different things!!! its so cute i just wanna scream!!! currently he is climbing the "wall" or the edge of the screen! hes at the top and being a ninja now!!!!! :D soooooo cute!!!!!! i just dropped him and now hes mad :[ . and now hes walking. or pacing it seems. i guess hes trying to figure out life. i think he hates me :{ stop climbing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you sherlock.  i want him to play the violin. but he aint gonna do that :( . ahhhhh he morphed!!!!! their are two of them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

journal 32: ......... ignorance

this is the best thing
that couldve happened
any longer and i wouldnt have made it
its not a war no 
its not a rapture
im just a person 
but you cant take it!
the same tricks that, 
they once fooled me
but now they wont get you anywhere
im not the same kid from your memories 
well i can fend for myself dont wanna hear your sad song 
 i dont wanna feel your pain you swear its not my fault well you
know we're not the same (no) we're not the same(no) oh we're not the same!


current event 16

http://news.yahoo.com/photos/national-geographic-reader-pics-1335464806-slideshow/#crsl=%252Fphotos%252Fnational-geographic-reader-pics-1335464806-slideshow%252Fnational-geographic-photo-1337716648.html

can you guess what this is? its a blue butterfly made up of heavy whipping cream and blue!
( .... it's actually just two draps of heavy whipping cream hitting a black glass mirror thingy and some blue food coloring :| ) oh.... ok. the picture was done by James Kramer, a photographer who enjoys taking pictures at high speed shutter work. this one he things looks like a butterfly. ( it looks like a person wearing a mask and they are frowning.) ... yeah it kinda does. :|
any ways this is my last current event!!!!! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
:D

current event 15

this is soooo coool!!!!! so this article talks about a guy who is 15 (my age ^^) and how he solved a cure for Pancreatic Cancer!!!! (O_O) it is interesting how a guy of 15 can find a cure (he actually found a way to find early sighns but hey itll lead to a cure!)  while 45 or 60 year old scientists who have been working for years to find this were not able to. interesting isnt it?

current event 14

http://worldnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/05/23/11829219-boy-3-rides-toy-motorcycle-through-china-city-trying-to-find-his-mom
awwwwwwwwwww!!!! so adorable!!!!!! (yep)so this article talks about a little three yearold boy who lives in china. he was witrh his grandfather because his parents were out working( " now grandson you must not let aliens take you or let some americans make you famous or go out into the middle of the street dancing around.... oh and dont go outside of china. understoood?" " yes grandfather!") so then the boy decided to go and visit his mummy ("mommy!!!!") so he waited untill his grandfather went to the bathroom ( " now dont do what i told you not to do ok?" "yes grandfather!") and then he grabs his toy motercycle (if its not a harley its crap!!!) and went 1.3 miles until he got to an intesection ("weeeeeeeeee!!!" see's intersection. should i go and cross it?) and without hesitating went through it (like a boss!!!!!!) and wheezed past cars ( ha! cant get me!) trucks (suckers!!!!) and even buses (like a pro wrestler smashes into the weak, i shall endure to the end!!!!!!!!!!) but then a traffic policemen stops him. (  :[  )  so he is returned to his grandfather (gets out of bathroom. see's boy missing. " aw crap.... the americans got him...") and he say and i quote:
"Asked later by Zhang whether he was scared at any point, the boy merely shrugged and said he had already learned how to cross a street."

current event 13

http://worldnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/05/22/11810912-robotic-fish-take-to-seas-to-catch-pollution-sooner?lite 
so i was looking through these article's and i found this one interesting (no i found it boring and im just gonna write about like i find it interesting... PSHHHH YEAH RIGHT!)  so i started reading and i started thinking that maybe i didnt wake up on the right side of the oyster  
(..... O3o ) but then i find out that it was true and it is actually talking about robot fishies 
( [*=*] + O3o = {*3*} ?) its like in one of those scifi books where they can travel through space ( star trek) and travelthrough time (doctor who) in a robot fish!!!!! (.....?) doesnt that make sense???? (actually i think your on something and no. please stay on subject...) FISH!!!! (...) any ways, what they did was put them in the ocean like real fishies and you know what they do? they eat pollution!!!! they nom on that stuff alllllll day :D (... wrong again. what they actually do is collect data and tell the people back on land what is going on. it didnt explain whether or not they eat the pollution though....) <.<  no one asked you. (what ever)
bye!!!!

JORNAL 32


 be careful what you say....
happy anger frustration 
anger frustration plan 
frustration plan set 
plant set rumor 
set rumor spread 
rumor spread hear 
spread hear sad 
hear sad cry 
sad cry depressio
cry depression deat
depression death suicide 
death suicide careful 
suicide careful what 
careful what you say

Monday, May 21, 2012

journal 31: dora dora dora the explorrrraaaaaaa! part 1

i looked around, breathing in in annoyance. i glared into the burning desert ahead, sweat trickling down my brow and making my shirt cling uncomfortabley to my body. i stopped my pacing and turned around, smiling.
" well if it isent my lousy so called of a friend. do you know how long iv been out here boots?"
boots, my best friend, rolls his eyes and sigh's. boots is a monkey, with gray fur all over his body except on his hands and the tip of his tail. on his feet, hence his name, are big red boots. he looked at me with his big brown eyes and put one hand on his waist, the other pointing at me.
" you try getting past mrs. franchise! she sent me to detention and gave me this HUUUGE speach about responsibility and actually doing your homework.... and now i have to turn in 10 papers explaining whats important to me..."
i rolled my eyes, "thats not hard at all!"
"in spanish." he said sulking. i flinched. ouch. boots never could write or even talk in spanish at all. i had tried when we were younger, to teach him how to read speak and write in spanish. he never could do it, even when i tried to teach him the basics. boot's and i are both in highschool, boots is a freshman, and im a junior. we both went to a normal scool full of normal people, and lived with normal families and were to other people, normal. but we were very far from normal. my name is dora, dora the explorar, and he is boots, my trusty sidekick. we were chosen to protect people from danger. we were also chosen to bring justice to the wanted crimanals. and if i do say so myself, it is the best job to ever have.
i looked down and grabbed my backpack out of boot's hands. i set it down and said backpack backpack. i stared at the backpack. it sat on the dusty hard ground. nothing. i glared at it and repeated the words backpack backpack. still nothing. i glared at it and kept repeating it. i felt the anger boil up in me and i repeating it, with a fearious tone.
"backpack, backpack, backpack, backpack, backpack, BACKTHE FREAKINGPACK!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS THING!!!!" i kicked the backpack and then picked it up and through it on the ground.

journal 30:art show

today we have the art show, the thing that scares me half to death, but excites me so much. its really a art auction but most of the art is for show. i love all of the different styles and ways they did their art. I'm happythat i got to go and take apart in this. it will not only give me cash, but it also helps me understand what people want. so i guess i better get off and ill pause for now and then tell you what happened later :) . 
i sold one on the actual art show day. i was sad about the fact people didnt even look at my art. i wanted to get it all and hide it. my teacher was the one to buy it. :\
the next day i found out that ryan west my friend bought another one. :)

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

current event 12

http://omg.yahoo.com/blogs/aline/tyra-banks-17-size-4-ve-considered-too-180936414.html#more-6818 
ok so this asrticle was talking about how tyra banks wouldnt have had the carreer she had if she started now a days. well lets back up and think about the discussion. MODELING. i like it that they are using their looks and stuff but what i dont like is the fact that they think its fashionable to be anerexic and skinny!!!!! i hate that! and i also hate the fact you cant be a size 4. what?!?!? its stupid is what it is! i dont get why the hell anyone would want to be that skinny. im chubby and i enjoy it! if one of those girls looked at me they would say " omg i thinks she like obese.....ew." and if they saw an obese person: "EEEEEEEEEEK! ITS A MONSTER!!! AHHHH save me!!!!!!!!!" ..... T.T   no. i just hate to see pretty girls who are amazing just the way they are (no singing please :< ) any ways they also talked about how tyra was happy that vogue issued that they wouldnt let anyone on that had a eating disorder. they also said they would have good food and nutrition bars backstage. i am very happy for them. i hope this will mean that we are going into the whole its whats on the inside that counts situation in the future.

current event 11

http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/highschool-prep-rally/verge-state-history-oregon-golfer-loses-state-title-100321371.html?
so this is a sad story about a chick who was gonna break a world record but then something terrible happened.so she's just made an ok score. she told her partner ("hi!!!") to right down her score ("hey i got a three!!! write it down" "ok!hmmm lets see...." *rights down 4* "k sighn it!" "ok!" sighns.) O.o
.....
and so thats what happened. and then when she was at her very last area they told her that she was off because of the error. and so she didnt get to be famouse. :(
the end :|

current event 10

http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/pa-couple-tired-cars-crashing-home-161937936--abc-news-topstories.html
weird. thats all i gotta say. so this article talks about how this couple have been living in their house and one day they were being happy couple selves ("look i found a new deit book!" "stop it woman! you dont need to be any more skinnier!" "but i weigh over 80 pounds!") when BANG! ("ahhhh i got shot honey!!!!" "noooo not my wife!!") ahem.... when bam! a car hit their house!("ahhhh! theres a stranger in our house!" ".....") the guy lived (im alive yaaay!) but had to pay a lot of money for house insurance. (noooooo!) and so they were happy again. but then later... ("i want shoes wade! buy me shooooes!" "hold on WOMAN! i am watching foot ball like the man i am!" "SHOOOOOES!") when bam again! another car in their house. (" ahhhhhh!!!!! crazy woman wanting shoes!!!!") and again the person was safe but had to pay money for house insurance ("nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!")  and then again.... ("WADE!WHERE IS MY DIETING MAGAZINE!!!!!!!" "i burned it." "you what?!?!?") and then bam again. and excedra excedra.... anyways house gets hit a fourth time. and then they want a boulder ("WADE! BUY US A BOULDER SO OUR HOUSE IS PROTECTED!!!! AND BUY ME SHOOES!!!!" "..... let me get my checkbook.")

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

current event 9

http://health.msn.com/healthy-living/medieval-medical-treatments?imageindex=1
and i am back :D , and what am i back from? (.....china?) absouloutlly nothing! cause i have no life :'D .  anyways we were talking about some medievel procedures(medical) that were used for bad stuff. any ways i am now gonna talk about bloodletting. youve seen it in the movies (unless you dont watch t.v. :\ ) and t.v. shows, where the doctor guy is all like "oh we will  now just get a bowl out or get a bunch of leeches and just take a ton of blood out to save the person :D ".... i dont really have much against this procedure besides that (what...?) this procedure works a lot and saves some peoples lives. in some cases it is a very good thing to do. but in other cases it is very bad. for example, if someone was bleeding to death i dont recommend this procedure. if you are having plastic surgery you can ask a doctor to do it, though they may aleready do it without you really knowing. so it still is around today. in some cases people think it can also help with, nervous disorders, personality disorders, and much more. you can look it up and find out more by going on google. 

current event 8

http://health.msn.com/healthy-living/medieval-medical-treatments?imageindex=1
i am back for some more of this medeviel medical stuff.( pretty much what medievel doctors did to treat infections and what not that are still kinda used today) next i will talk about labotomy. i dont really understand what this is but i am really scared of this happening to me now :( . this is a procedure that was practiced first off, on a grapefruit. what the hell? i mean what the hell is this? are you kidding me?!?! ( " hi we were wondering if we could do a surgical procedure on you that may or may not kill you? oh ands by the way we know it works because we prcticed it on a grapefruit.") what?! the procedure is when you have someone sit in a chair (sit's) you give them some vodka (i dont drink. so pass :D ) and then you start opening up the skin and drill a hole in the skull and swish a knife around in there hoping that you wont kill the person. (..... give me the bottle.) and why did they do this because you had ocd or some other personality disorder :D. pretty stupid right? will talk about another subject they used in the next current event :) .....

current event 7

http://health.msn.com/healthy-living/medieval-medical-treatments?imageindex=1 
this article is really weird, and kinda (actually REALLY) gross and twisted. it talks about how some of the stuff they used back in the medeival times is still used today (but not as painfull or cruel  ._. )one of the things they talked about was maggot therapy. this is used if you got some decaying skin and what you do is (somehow) get a bunch of maggots (you know find a dead body and get some of those suckers... im sure the dead person wont mind....  O.O ) and then put them where the decaying skin. (if they end up eating you sorry :D ) now how the heck did someone figure this out?!?! i mean you cant just be all like, "hmm i got some decaying skin i think ill put a bunch of bloody maggots on it and see what'll happen."! i dont think anyone would be that stupid! >:|  any ways so this doctor guy was working on his patient and saw some decaying skin ( uhm... ew?) and then for some reason didnt like hack it off ( "oh look decaying skin that could kill my patient....oh well not my problem!" your the doctor so it is your problem!) and guess where the decaying skin was? (.....) the skull! (oh yeah of course hahahaaa.... dont judge me O>O ) so he was about to leave the poor sucker when he saw that there were a bunch of maggots in this guys skull ( "hey doc how am i doin?" "oh just fine you just got a bunch of maggots in your head, so your just fine!" "oh thats great..wait what?!?!" ) and then he decides to leave them there. well it turns out it actually works. (WHAT...) the maggots eat alll of the decaying dead skin and then leave the rest of it alone.( unless they get hungry...) this is still used today. (oh and by the way take the maggots OUT after they eat the decaying skin.....)
(oh and i also find out they eat infection too.... katniss wouldve liked to have some of these little guys when peeta was sick {hungergames}) i will continue in the next current event....



Thursday, May 10, 2012

journal 29

i stare at the wall in front of me, my back to the door.
i get up slowley, and think about what i just saw.
i was walking.
i went down the corner and one minute i saw the sidewalk ahead.
and then i bumped into a....
a....
i shake my head ignoring the big blue police box in my head.
i put my backpack down and sit on my futon.
i get my notebook out and doodle a picture.
i drew the man peaking out of the police box.
i sigh and smile.
he was kinda cute....

journal 28

i walk down the corner of thunderhead. 
i walk straight into a police box. 
i stare. 
the door opens and a man walks out smiling. 
he has brown... (fluffy? poofy?) hair and intelligent blue eyes. 
he looks around talking in what seems to me as nerd. 
i stare still sitting on the ground. 
he looks at me and away. 
then he turns back and stares at me. 
"well what do we have here?" 
i stare and gulp. 
i quickly get up and run away. 
i get into my house and lock it. 
i slide down and breathe deep and steady breathes. 
what the hell was that?

journal 27

swing through time
through time swing
time swing time
swing time warp
time warp space
warp space time
space time continuum
------
doctor: come here
me: no.
doctor: why ever not?
me: cause you didn't say the magic word.
doctor: there is no magic, and what word?
me: ugh.... please.
doctor: please what? what do you want?
me: NO! THE MAGIC WORK IS PLEASE!
doctor: well you didnt have to shout....
me:*face meets palm*

journal 26

sing, breathe, watch,
breathe,watch, dance,
watch, dance, run,
dance, run, fall,
run, fall, get up,
fall, get up, jump,
get up jump, land,
jump, land, sing,
land, sing, breathe,
sing, breathe, watch.

journal 25

i cant help but feel sad.
you were everything to me.
and now your gone.
i dont know what to do
with this life.

i jump up and down and spin around
wooooah
jump jump!
up down!
spinspinspinspin!

let the bad days go far far away
let yourself take control
dont listen to all the other voices around.
listen to me
listen to me
listen to me....
cant help but notice that im alone...

journal 24

life and love could never be so beutifull.
the light's in your eyes are so gorgeous.
its too bad its a disease.
the disease starts out like this,
you start to love more.
you start to get starry eyed,
then you swear the stars in the night sky
are calling you
so you reach and reach
but you can never reach them.
you start to go crazy
and then you start to glow
and then you turn to stone.

journal 19

no one will ever understand why i did it.
no one will get why i killed them all.
and it wasn't because they teased me.
or that they poured live worms all over me.
no.
it was because of the devil in them.
they all were.
the devil influenced them to
tease and
mock and
hurt me.
but did they care?
no.
they just had sex
and partyed all night.
while i made my move.

journal 21

i cant say i hate life.
but i cant say i love it either.
some people think im crazy.
but what is crazy?
eating pickled cabbage
even though i hate spicy foods?
killing my family bacause
the baby wouldnt shut up?
liking icecream and pizza
together?
or pushing myself into a river
so i would get attention?
what is crazy?
is it me?
or is it you who is the crazy one?
maybe im normal.

journal 20


i can feel it. 
i reach out 
looking for it. 
i can't find it. 
i start to panic. 
where is it? 
where? 
i scream 
i shout but no one 
is coming 
for me 
i try to open my eyes. 
i cant. 
it is like there is a lock 
and i do not have the key 
i scream and claw at the air. 
 ....
why? 
it has been 1...2 hours? 
what did i do to deserve this. 
to not be able to speak. 
to not be able to see? 
no. 
i stand. 
i will not be the victem. 
i open my eyes. 
and i say two words. 
" good morning. "

journal 22

my pain is an essentual
to your survival
because you feed off of it
like a starving beast.
i cannot control you.
nor can i deny you.
you say you love me but its a lie.
what am i to do when someone tells me
that they love me then
accuse me of lieing
and abuse me?
what am i to do
when i love them
and want them to be happy
even if it is
abusing me?

journal 23

love is nothing
without a touch
a thouaght
a understanding
so love does not exist until
you have touched it
thought of it
and understanded it.
if you do not have this then 
what good are you to love?
love has only standards for
the right person.
and it will not stand
anything less

journal 18

lately i have been interested in the 1920's style and how it was then. iv decided to do a comic about it. the reason for this is because i have a story setting that is sort of like sherlock (bbc tv show really good you should watch) but instead of a male lead it is going to be a female lead. her name is going to be crystal cloves. people do not really know who she is or even that she is a woman. she does not come out of public until, she meets a young man named John Watson (soooo original right?) . any ways when they meet John is trying to find his new place when he is mugged. crystal find's him lying on the ground uncauntious, and thinks he is dead. she finds he is not and is upset. but she takes him home. when he wakes up he finds himself in her house. after staring at all her... "collections", he meets her butler george.
 well thats all for now.

cuurent event 6

http://education.yahoo.net/articles/degrees_that_employers_want.htm?kid=1LE89 
i found this interesting, because i dident know that they would want these type of degrees but apparently they do. i didnt know they would really pay attention to those type of stuff. for example mosty people dont want to be an accountant, buissniss man, or an financing person. i can see computer and information science's because there are a lot of people who want to do that type of thing. for example, i have my friend ryan who is super smart and understands that type of thing. he wants to do computers and make stuff like that and wants to be scientist. as for engineering, my brother is great with that type of stuff. i can see him desighning and building the next newest car model.

current event 5

http://news.yahoo.com/three-tech-gadgets-you-might-be-tempted-to-buy--but-shouldn-t.html
i agree with this article. you have to be carefull with what you buy. for example, my mother got me this ipod that was just a nano, but still it shouldve worked right? wrong. it worked terrible and wouldnt let me go back to a song. it would only let me pause and play. after a while i got annoyed and just dident touch it for many months. but then somehow it got lost :\
some of the tchnogoly deals you see online and stuff are just a bunch of bs. dont believe everything you hear or see anywhere. make sure you investagate the item and research it to see if its exactly what you want.

current events 4

http://shine.yahoo.com/summer-kick-off/michigan-teen-makes-prom-dress-starburst-wrappers-162500376.html 
this is super cool. iv never seen any thing like this! :D
its interesting to see what people come up with and then i think about all my ideas.
i like this article because i think it kinda encourages people to do stuff we arent used to :)
like for example my problem.
but i just thought this was interesting.
she collected all those wrappers for a year and 6 months?!?!?!
isent that amazing?!
i wouldve given up eventually but she was strong and wanted to prove them all wrong!
so this is really cool. i also wouldnt have the guts to wear it to prom :\
so ya...

journal 17: POPTARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg 
omg 
like like 
oh my gawd 
wtf 
wtf 
like like
oh my gawd 

teens out running about 
hungry for some action 
for the rush of the wind 
for the ocean waves
for the heat of the sun  
for some love 
and we dance all night 
not giving a damn what will 
happen tomorrow
not a care in the world 
for what our parents will say 
tomorrow can wait

dance while you can 
love while you can 
cause when you don't care 
cause when you don't care
you wont see the change 
you don't see the change
when your and adult 
life sucks 

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