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!

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.

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.

One Ticket to Paradise( for only a month)! (11th Blog Post)

     If I had a plane ticket that could fly me anywhere for free, but only lasted a month, I would fly to Canada then throw the ticket on the ground! All I would use the ticket for is to fly to Quebec or Toronto.  Probably Toronto because that place is like Canada's New York. Plus, I have heard a lot of great stories about Toronto so it seems like the better option. Although, I would need a roommate to help pay rent and keep me company. Living alone seems pretty lonely so a roommate would really help. I would also be new in town so I would hope it would be someone who knew their way around town.

#TweetLikeJayden ( Extra Tidbitz )

     If I could tell a million people something, I would ask them, " How come we cook bacon, but bake cookies? #Real Eyes Realize Real Lies. " This question was tweeted by Jayden Smith and I though it was the funniest thing ever. Jayden claims these tweets to be poetic but I find them humorous . Another one of his tweets say that if you look a tree in it's face, you can see it's sadness. Stuff like this makes me laugh with him, not at him.

Ducky MoMo's Meal Museum (10th Blog Post)

          My restaurant would be called Ducky Mo-Mo's Meal Museum. We would serve all kinds of delicacies like burgers, both simple & complicated, and subs for you vegetarians. Our best selling item would be our Ducky Mo-Mo Meal Deal. It would come with your choice between a burger, sub, or two slices of pizza, a side of fries, apple slices, or onion rings, and a medium fountain drink that looks like a small. And to top it all off, a creepy toy that children find adorable! All of this costing you only $5.99! Oh, and do not forget; Free refills for an added $5! Isn't that great?! Don't answer because I know it is! This little guy is just too cute! His cuteness almost scares me!

The Masters of the Sky (9th Blog Post)

     I would put together Jinora, from The Legend Of Korra, and Jason, from The Heroes of Olympus series. Jinora is a quiet girl in general, but quite intuitive. She has an avid interest in reading and has mastered Air-bending, shown by her Arrow tattoos. Jason is a natural born leader, enabling him to take charge when the time comes. If they were to date I think their personalities would go together quite well. Jason is a nice guy and Jinora is quiet and modest. Both of them have basically the same powers, just named differently through their homes. I'm sure Jason's father, Jupiter, would be OK with them dating. Being a god gives him a bit more pressing matters to worry about. Although, I'm not sure Tenzin, Jinora's father, would approve. He's really protective over his children. In The Legend of Korra, Jinora saved her crush, Kai, and he repaid her with a kiss. Tenzin was sure to keep them separated after that.

I AM FROM ( 8th Blog Post)

Puerto Rico on my dad's side

Ohio on my mothers

Together, they had three kids

My sister, me, and my brother

I have quite a few friends

And they're all real pals

But sometimes, I worry

Most my friends are gals

But not in a romantic manner

That would just be weird

I just can't imagine

I would feel quite queer

I like to play video games

From Super Smash to CoD

But when it comes to Rock Band

Can't touch me, I'm God

I also love my music

Abandoning Sunday is the best

They just put out a new album

Go ahead, put it to the test

Because the movie Nacho Libre

My parents call me Lucho

I guess that it's alright

Except for that freshman they call Chucho

He can be pretty obnoxious 

When he's shouting really loud

And when we get off the bus
Roaring like a lion

He'll just push right through the crowd

But I guess that it's just the freshman

They're probably all the same

All from the south side

Of obnoxious, loud Lorain

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Metaphor
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Trampoline trouble ( 7th Blog Post)

     I've had some bad experiences with trampolines so I have decided that I am no longer going to jump on them. One time, me, my cousin Joseph, and my friend Savannah were all jumping on my trampoline. Joe decided it would be a great idea if when Savannah climbed in we would jump a lot so she could not stand. Little did we know, one of the poles to the base was not connected. CRASH. We went tumbling out of the trampoline and onto the ground, which could have been way worse. So that is why I do not want to jump on them anymore.

Ladies! Listen Up! (6th Blog Post)

     Ladies, if you need advice for the game called love, you have come to the right place! I am Luis, obvious expert on all things love, and I am going to teach you gals about us guys. If we ever look like something is holding  us down, like we look angry or depressed, it may be a first reaction to ask what is wrong. Don't. We know all you gals want to do is help but sometimes our anger can get the best of us. If we what to talk about it, we will initiate the conversation. Also, if you two are dating, you should trust each other to talk about what is going on and work things out. Real couples wouldn't give up after the first problem, they would work through them and any more to come. Personally, I don't really care for small holidays like St. Patrick's Day, not because they aren't important, but because I am not Irish! I don't want to celebrate a holiday that is not relevant to me personally.

PS: I am in no shape or form fit to be giving dating advice. I have no experience with relationships, let alone on a level to be giving advice professionally. If any of my advice leads to a "bump" in your relationship, I am sincerely sorry. Thank you for understanding.

Piñata Problems (5th Blog Post)

     I was shivering in my boots, well not literally. I don't have boots because I'm a donkey. Anyway, I was scared. These demons the adults called "cute" were staring at me with their beady, hungry eyes. Then an adult picked me up, tied a string to me, and threw me over a tree branch. Before I could even react, I was already surrounded by children, glaring at me. Their eyes were full of intense wilderness. Then the biggest of all the children pushed through the crowd, a bat in his right hand. That was when I pooped a Jolly Rancher but I did not feel very jolly. The kid ran at me, furiously screaming. WHACK! I swung so for back, I almost saw stars. The good thing was that I came back down, the bad thing being that his bat was waiting for me. WHUMP! I'm glad I didn't have tear ducts because my crying would have dampened this party pretty badly. After three more hits, the adult took the bat from the big kid and handed it to another. Then it dawned on me, they were going to let all the kids beat me till I burst! After realizing this, my fear would have filled my body had it not already been filled with candy. After a few more repeats of the first kid, I finally couldn't take it anymore. With a crack of the bat, I burst into a bunch of pieces and showered the children in pleasurable goodies like lollipops and chocolates. After the kids picked up every last piece of candy the adults began to pick up my lifeless carcass and carry it inside the house. Once inside, the adults put my body back together and began to tape the pieces closed. I was going to be reused again! I would have to put up with the same brutal beatings until there were no more birthdays to celebrate. Although it hurt a lot, I lucked out after the fourth reassembly when the adults just couldn't put me back together. I'd lived a good life of getting smashed and beaten  over and over. But now, it was time for me to move on. To piñata heaven I had ascended. For my great strife that I had tolerated, but no more! I rejoice.

Real Friends (4th Blog Post)

      A real friend should stick by your side, caring and helping for each other through any hard times in life. And this thought applies both ways; Treat others like you would like to be treated. Out of all my life so far, only a select few have stuck by my side and thanks to them, I'm who I am today. Without friends, life is lonely, dull, and boring. However, with friends by your side, you can conquer all. Whether it be getting out the dumps, a test you forgot to study for, or simply boredom, friends are great in any situation. Just as well, to be a good friend you should care for your friends as well. They have bad days just as you do, and they need the pick me up just as well. As it says in the bible: As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another ( Proverbs 27:17).

Time for Tea! (3rd Blog Post)

     If I could have any three people, dead or alive, real or fictional, over for tea, I would choose to have Nico (, from the Percy Jackson Series) and Prince Zuko (, from the Avatar: The Last Airbender). They both reminded me of each other while I read/watched their respective stories. They both have the most emotional stories of their groups. Zuko was banished from his own father's palace for speaking out of turn. His father challenged him at the age of 11 to a duel and when Zuko refused to fight his father, he banished Zuko. Nico is a half-blood, son of Hades and a mortal woman. If that was not bad enough, his sister dies on a quest, leaving Nico alone while he was only 10 years old. Hopefully, Zuko and Nico can support and comfort each other over a nice cup of herbal tea, because with both of them together, there would be bad vibes all around and that would be quite the quandary!

"Imagine" ( 2nd Blog Post)

     If I could bottle up one memory to save and re-live later, it would be of the time I sang in New York's Central Park. I remember stepping into the tunnel across from the fountain, and at the end of the tunnel was a set of stairs. Our tour guide was telling us some history about Central Park when at the top of those stairs was a tile mosaic circle with the word Imagine written across the middle. When we came to the circle, our tour guide explained that John Lennon wrote the song Imagine, then asked if any of us listened to The Beatles. At the time, I was into all kinds of classic rock, from The Rolling Stones to Queen and all the way back to The Beatles. Everyone on the trip new that so I was nominated to sing a Beatles song, but I had no idea on which song to choose, so the tour guide began to suggest songs like Ticket to Ride, Yellow Submarine, Hey Jude, and many others. We finally settled on Here Comes the Sun, so I began to sing and that was that. A great moment I would gladly love to re-live.

#1 Rule (1st Blog Post)

     People should not get angry about video games. Some people have really bad habits like being a sore loser and that can really damppen the winners spirits as well. For example, say I'm playing Super Smash Bro's: Brawl with my brother and when he wins, I begin to throw controllers and complain. This could be a big nuisance to my brother, and if I'm loud enough, maybe my mother in the next room as well. Also, on the internet, people get very angry and show a lot of FORTITUDE about certain games being better that others, certain characters not deserving a spot in a game, or more simply bullying. This can get really annoying on websites like YouTube and Twitch, where the video has to keep buffering because two communities are blowing up the chat about who's better? Mario or Luigi? So people should not get angry and argue about video games. They should just have fun playing them.