Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Life in a Library (17th Blog Post)
I'd pick a library to spend the rest of my life inside. Libraries are chuck-full of books! I would have endless amounts of entertainment to spend the rest of my life reading in all I could. It would take forever to read them all. Plus, libraries have free wi-fi so if I ever do finish I could just hop onto a computer and surf the web. Although, in my library, the Yu-Gi-Oh tournaments in the backrooms would be very obnoxious, I would be willing to tolerate them as long as I have my headphones. So go ahead and put me in a library for the rest of my life because I would gladly pack my bags and move... but I would miss a lot of things at home.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Young Rapscallions (16th Blog Post)
I think that most people do learn things at too young of an age. Even with parents trying to censor what their kids see/hear, kids have rebellious tendencies. When parents say no, a kids spirit screams yes. Plus, stuff on the internet, radio, heck even magazines, it doesn't take long for a kid to be turned into senseless curse who idolizes all the wrong things. The kids will follow these idols to extremes because they're kids and they don't know any better.
“You shall not make idols for yourselves or erect an image or pillar, and you shall not set up a figured stone in your land to bow down to it, for I am the Lord your God"- Leviticus 26:1
“You shall not make idols for yourselves or erect an image or pillar, and you shall not set up a figured stone in your land to bow down to it, for I am the Lord your God"- Leviticus 26:1
Thursday, January 22, 2015
The RollerCoaster I Ride (15th Blog Post)
First off, I friggin HATE rollercoasters. They scare me, but I've still ridden one. Only one rollercoaster, The BlueStreak at Cedar Point, but that's another story.
High school is a rollercoaster. Some people drop out while others begin their careers on the path of success. It all depends on the choices we make as high school students. If you want to succeed, every choice you make has to be asked the question," will this help me get farther I life?". If the answer is no, then you've got to rethink some things and figure out where you're headed. These kinds of choices make high school the best of times and the worst. High school can make or break people.
High school is a rollercoaster. Some people drop out while others begin their careers on the path of success. It all depends on the choices we make as high school students. If you want to succeed, every choice you make has to be asked the question," will this help me get farther I life?". If the answer is no, then you've got to rethink some things and figure out where you're headed. These kinds of choices make high school the best of times and the worst. High school can make or break people.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Back from Break! ( 14th Blog Post )
Happy Holidays Guys and Girls!
Well, winter break was pretty awesome because I got some cool stuff for Christmas. I finally got a 2DS so I can play the new Super Smash Bros. for 3DS. Sadly,there is a downside to this story though. I had the 2DS for about a week and I was loving it. I beat my brother in Smash so many times, he was getting tired of fighting me. All that was fun in itself, but I wanted more victories. To satisfy my hunger, I ventured into the online mode to battle Smash players all around the world. I had my losses every now and then but at that moment, I felt unstoppable! My MegaMan was just too strong! But then the unthinkable happened; the next day our Wi-Fi got cut off. About a month ago, my parents starting using DirectTV instead of TWC, but our internet was bundle with our TWC package. So when we stopped paying the TWC bill, they cut off the cable. That didn't really bother us because we were using the DirectTV. But when the internet got cut off, so did my winnings. I couldn't battle in Smash anymore. This really sucked.... a lot. Other than that, break was great. I got to hang out with a lot of the family, eat a lot of food at the parties, sleep in way longer than usual, and a lot of other thing I wouldn't have been able to do with school the next day. I kind of want another break just so I can do all this again.
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Thursday, December 4, 2014
Gucci down to the SOCKS! ( 13th Blog Post )
I would require everyone to wear khakis for uniform because they are awesome! For a top, everyone could wear these T-shirts from ThinkGeek that have playable instruments on them. That way we could have jam sessions whenever we wanted. For shoes, we could wear Heelies so everyone can get to class on time. To top it all off, everyone would get a free pair of Google Glasses so we can be ahead of the technology curb. Plus, it would be really cool if everyone could do all the cool things they could from their glasses! It would be totally epic!
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Most Depressing Poem Ever ( Extra Tidbitz )
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
Because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the Zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's
And he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father tucked him in at night and was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
Because that was the name of the season
And that was what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint
And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts in the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him into bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it
Once upon a piece of paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
Because that was the question about this girl
And that was what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed it to her
That was the year when Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.
And he let them sing on the bus
And his sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's
And he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father tucked him in at night and was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
Because that was the name of the season
And that was what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint
And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts in the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him into bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it
Once upon a piece of paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
Because that was the question about this girl
And that was what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed it to her
That was the year when Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.
No credit to me. This is not my poem. I just found it in a book.
All we know is Benjis, Mulah, Franklins (12th Blog Post)
I was being carried down the streets of New York City by some wealthy shmuck in a nice suit. This wise guy was trying to spend me on some lame Starbucks coffee stand. Now, I'm Benjamin Franklin and I don't take no crap from nobody! This stiff wasn't going to spend me on some lousy coffee! So I jumped right out of his hand and landed right in a puddle. I almost drowned but that would've been better than being spent on Starbucks. After the wind picked up a bit, I was starting to get blown around a bit. I wouldn't have minded because the breeze felt pretty nice but then it turned harsh. The winds started picking me up off the ground and blowing me all over the streets of Manhattan. Flying around the streets, I was suddenly hit by a really hard, fleshy, meat sack. Then I looked up and saw the cutest little face I could ever dream up. The kid stared back at me, then showed me to his parents. "Look it, look it! I found money, mommy! How many toys can I get with this one?" The mother looked at me, inspecting me up and down, then exclaimed, "Oh my god, is it real?" She handed it back to the little girl, saying, "Well, I guessed since you found it, its yours, Liz." The girl started to jump up and down a lot and asked to go to the nearest toy store. Once there, I was immediately exchanged for the nearest stuffed plushes. I was okay with this. This little girl was happy, I wasn't spent on lame Starbucks, and the day couldn't get much better.
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