Writing Mutts

Christmas.

2010-12-23T14:40:00.001-08:00

20 Things to do in the Month of December.

Yell at your dog for eating 12 cupcakes, wrapper and all.

Drag your step- father to Walmart the day before Christmas eve ( He didn't like that at all)

Watch your dogs drag the tree skirt off the tree.

Try and get the tree skirt from your dogs.

Clean up pine needles because of your dog.

Point and laugh at your sister for falling down the snowy/ icy hill

Get a rocking Christmas sweater to wear on Christmas eve

Drink hot chocolate and burn all your taste buds off.

Run a 5k.

Drive your car into a ditch and don't tell mom.

Watch moms face light up because he went to Jared's.

Laugh because you and your sister made each other the same thing.

Dress your dogs up like Santa and Mrs. clause.

BE jacked because your cousin shot the snowman you spent all day making.

Watch your dogs unwrap their presents.

Put lights up.

Spend three hours decorating the tree.

Watch your cat knock over you beautifully decorated tree.

Have a snow ball fight at your dads house at 1am Christmas night.

Thank everyone for your gifts. (Even if they know that you are going to return them)

Pssst....

2010-12-10T00:11:00.001-08:00

Guess who's back, back again
Miss C's back......

Okay, maybe I'm no 50 Cent errr someone :)

Hellooooo my favorite bloggers! So, I wasn't sure if you were still using this blog anymore, but I thought...what better way to spend my time at 3am than reconnecting with some Writing Mutts?!

How's 11th grade? How are each of you? I miss all of you, ahem...11th graders very much! I think of you often and hope that you're all doing well.

Lots O' Love,

Miss C

Logan

2010-12-09T06:32:00.000-08:00

Dear Logan,
Just to let you know, we all miss you very very very much.
You will always be in hearts and memories.
Rest in Peace big guy.

Gnomes

2010-11-03T11:01:00.001-07:00

Ian, gnomes are not scary. I would never think that a person like you would afraid of them. You have like a super-duper karate skills. You could like slice them in half. just saying

GNOMES!

2010-11-03T10:52:00.000-07:00

Gnomes: weird creatures they are, I mean come on! Are they human, elf, dwarf. It's like what ever medieval god mad living creatures was on some opiate and made some dopey creature! They resemble humans, dwarfs, and elves! So, a human fall in love with some dwarf, named Ironhammer, no doubt. Then they had a short human thing, which then fell in love with the baby of a dwarf and elf, which worked for Santa obviously. Then Santa's elf, Caelma, meet the human dwarf, which doesn't deserve a name because of society banned the creature, mated and made the first gnome! So in short gnomes are a race of cross breeding one fourth human, gnome, and one half dwarf. Now you mix human, elf, and dwarf that is the height is the average of the threes' height. The beard is from the curly long beard of the dwarf with the straight long hair of the elf. The pointy ears are from the human and elf, so volia gnomes!

I miss Travis Mukina

2010-11-03T10:45:00.000-07:00

Ever since Travis went to Hawaii, cheering has been not so great. Like we a doing great but it's not as fun as it had been in the past. Travis always made sassy jokes and that's what made a practice a practice.

Also with tumbling, he made people throw their skills. Yeah, the new tumbling coaches do that too but it's just not the same. I remember one time at tumbling I was trowing a round-off handspring two and I completely ran into him. We both went flying across the mats. It is something I will never forget because he always said that we will never run into him but that day I did. The first time I tumbled without him as my coach, I broke my fingers. Yeah, cheering is haunted now.

Kid Days :)

2010-10-28T10:52:00.000-07:00

Around and around.

Hair flipping about.

Blurred faces.

Spinning.

Digging and Digging.

Seeds dropped in.

Weeks waiting.

Planting.

Higher and higher.

Back and fourth.

Kicking dirt.

Swinging.

2010-10-27T05:41:00.001-07:00

HEY WE CAN'T LET THIS BLOG DIE OUT!!! JUST BECAUSE THERE IS A NEW ONE WE DON'T GO AN FORGET ABOUT THIS ONE!!!

I really needed to write something.

2010-10-10T16:06:00.000-07:00

I sit in study hall everyday first and second period, and everyday it gets harder and harder for me to stay in the room and not wonder around. Today, today will be different, I'm going to walk out of the room and find out the secrets of Lockwood High school. My name is Brock Anderson Ware, but people call me B.A. Ware. This is my journal of all of the hidden stories, doors, rooms, and anything else I can think to look for.

The bell rang and I walked into first period study hall. I dropped my books onto the floor and the teacher looked at me over the rims of her glasses; this woman is the stereotypical representation of an old teacher. She always had a purple dress, which I'm pretty sure was always the same, a gray hair pulled into a bun, black heeled shoes, horned rimmed glasses, drove an Oldsmobile, and had an old raspy voice.

"Mr. Ware, is it really necessary you throw your books onto the ground?" she asked, in her nails-scraping-a-chalkboard voice.

"No it wasn't Mrs. Henderson," I said drawing my voice out in annoyance. I looked down at my desk, looks like the janitors cleaned the notes from me and my secret pal.

"Don't think you can put your head down and nap," Mrs. Henderson hissed.

"Wasn't planning on it," I retorted grabbing a book from under my desk.

"No need to be lippy," she growled. I just opened my book and started to read. Slowly my eyes started to shut, I tried to resist the urge, but something in the back of my head told me to drift off into sleep. That's when everything went black, I awoke to the tapping of finger nails on my desk.

"Someone needs to go down the the Vice Principal's office," Mr. Henderson said curtly. I stood up and walked out the room. I started walking down the hall, the only thing around me were the pale salmon pink lockers and the off yellow, or were they white, walls. I was on my way to the office when I noticed something was wrong with the lockers, they went from 264 to 266. I walked up to the lockers and stared intently and noticed that 264, which was on the left, opened out to the left and 266 opened out towards the right. I pulled open the lockers and looked back a secret hallway. When I meant I was going to find the school's secrets I didn't mean that soon. I stepped into the hallway and closed the doors behind me. I took a step forward and when my foot hit the ground the sound bounced off the wall's, echoing at different pitches. I kept walking the sounds of my foot steps getting progressively louder as I walked deeper down the dark corridor. I turned left in the pitch dark hallway, some how I knew to turn left. I walked for another five minutes when I heard something over the school's loud speaker.

"Would Brock Ware please come down the the vice principal's office, Brock Ware down to the vice principal's office."

"Well, I must still be in the school, but where exactly?" I asked stopping before the door in front of me. The door slid open when my hand made contact with it, revealing a rope hanging down a pit. I grabbed the rope, and started to climb down it, hoping it didn't led to gym class, Mr. Crag probably wouldn't be happy when I just dropped in, literally, on his gym class. I got tired of climbing so I just slid down the rope a bit, got friction burn, and resumed climbing down the rope. I finally reached the bottom and let go of the rope, I tightened my fists so tight that I couldn't feel the burn.

Then it happened, lights blasted on and I shut my eyes for a moment. I opened my eyes and saw a subterranean city. The buildings were made of a combination of obsidian type rock, rocks, and metals. I walked closer towards the city, abandoning all fear. I walked down a flight of stairs made of rock and ended up in the city. I jumped down the last few steps and landed in front of people. They looked at me like I was some type of demon, then I realized why; living underground would make you pretty pale, since I'm a lawn mower I guess that makes me a little darker then them. Speaking of underground, how do they have light, and how far did I slide down the rope. I looked up and saw electrical wires sending currents onto a flammable rock providing fire, without the smoke or stench.

"Huh that's cool," I said looking back at the people who were dashing away from me. "Oh boy, that's probably not a good sign." I stood there waiting for some type of police to come towards me, but instead the fires went out. I sighed and I heard the sigh bounce off the buildings, did I seriously use echolocation? I walked forward and when my shoes hit the ground, I could tell were the base of the buildings were, so as long as there is nothing sticking out past the base I should be okay. I came to what I thought was an intersection and my feet couldn't tell me where to go. I clapped my hands together and realized I was in an intersection, and if I went straight I would run into a huge structure. I walked a head and slapped my hands together so hard that my hands hurt, the burns didn't help the pain. I found the door to the structure and opened it. I walked in and clapped people jumped, I found out that everyone was in the building, then the fires were relit. I saw everyone and guards walked forward, or what I thought were guards judging by their weird sword, spear, axe things. One side had a spear point while the other side has a slidable double sided axe head, and the shaft that the axe head slides on is s sword. I didn't know whether those were an asset or a handicap. What I should've probably thought of was are they going to hack me limb from limb, cut me up, or impale me?

one more year

2010-09-14T07:07:00.000-07:00

One more year in highschool.
One more year before I say goodbye for good.
One more year of cheering... maybe.

Two more years until I turn 18.
Two more years, it can't come soon enough.
Two more years, yeah it'll be amzing.

Three more years I'll still be in college.
Three more years, I don't know what job I'll have.
Three more years, that's too far away from now.

JUNIOR YEAR

2010-09-10T10:41:00.000-07:00

A new beginning.

I hope this year goes very well! I hope to keep all the drama and haters out of my life, and just be happy! I have done well so far, and now people wonder why I don't talk as much this year. Well it is because I don't want people to start anything. Just avoiding that part this year as much as possible!

Anyways I think that this year is going to be a very good year! I am excited to learn all kinds of new things, and see what the year brings. I hope that it is full of excitement, and I hope that it is just as joyful for everyone else too! I think that everyone should try to have a great year!

It is my Junior year, and I plan to make it great! I don't want t look back and say why did I do that, or what was I thinking. I hope you all feel the same way! Don't be Debbie Downers! :) Well I hope you all enjoy yourselves this year!

2010-11 :)

2010-09-09T10:39:00.000-07:00

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My expectations for this year is to become a better writer. I want to excel in every possible way in my writing. I do not want to write as well as I did last year. I want to write even better then last year.

Also, another expectation of mine is to believe that I can write whatever I want to. I always have troubles writing because I think every time I write something that it is total crap. I would just like to write something, and know that it is good! I want that thumbs up from people telling me how well I did.

Overall, that is really all I expect this year. If I learn more along the way that would be awesome, too. I can't wait to start writing again this year! Also I can't wait to read what everyone else writes, too! :)

Just one of those days

2010-09-03T20:28:00.000-07:00

Have you ever just had one of those days were you thought Oh-I-don't-feel-like-giving-a-crap. People-can-help-themselves? And man today was one of those days. I just wanted to kick back and watch everyone struggle as they tried to help others or themselves. I just got back from the football game, and I felt terrible, I felt like I didn't do something. I tried to clear my head, like any other sixteen year old boy can do at eleven thirty, play a video game. Now I started to ponder, but focused more on my game, and didn't reflect. So I finished my game and hopped on good ole Facebook. Then, of course, I realize something-it hit me like a soccer ball in the face- I didn't try to help someone. Ever since my cousin and I served in church and we had to talk about being a hero, we came up with a list of qoutes, and this one qoute from Voltaire, not the evil vampires from the Twilight books-or so I've been told they share a common name with this phlisopher. Voltaire once said "Every man is guilty of the good he did not do," and I finally understood why I felt this way. I had a chance to prove, that there is someone that cares for the unpopular, the uncared for, but I did nothing. It was Senior Advisor time, and I had to report to the most gut wrenching, pudrid smelling room in the entire world, the boys locker room. I walked through that wooden door and sat on the bench. Mr. C went through the entire shpeel on the new Senior Advisor set up and he let us talk. Now most of us know of a kid who in our eighth grade year and realized at lunch he was diabetic, when he fell over and started siezing on the floor. Well to people mad fun of him, because he wasn't there. Now they started off with the small stuff, you know calling him stupid, I'm not saying that calling someone stupid isn't bad, but in my mind it is a lesser insult. They then quickly switched from the boys intellect to his sexualty, I'm not saying that this kid is gay, I'm 100% sure he isn't but they called him that instantly. I sat there and thought "What he doesn't know won't hurt him," I was no better then them. Finally they had the nerve to go so low as to make fun of the kid because he had diabities! I was POed, I have an aunt who has it, but yet I thought the world could save itself, or someone else would step up to the plate and stop it. All of us bystanders were worse then those two boys, especially me. I sat there with my expressionless look, but I was just so angry, sad, desprate, I don't know, but I didn't do anything. I sit here and type about all of the good people should do, but now it seems like a load of hypocritical bull crap. I truely regret what I failed to do, I failed to be a leader and take a stand for a friend. I might not talk to him in school, or on Facebook, or on the street, but I know this kid he has one heck of a time here at school. People and my grade, even me, found it funny when he failed a grade, once again, I felt bad, but I don't find that to be any attonment for my sins. Just because I felt that regret, I my failure to take action wasn't absolved, it just proved-right now-that I should have helped done something. I was trying to find a way to cleanse me of this problem I caused. I also realized today, I made fun of a classmate in my history class, I don't know why, but I did. And I would like to thank the eleventh grade history teacher for telling me off, thank you Mr. W, I don't know I acted for the rest of the class. I'll tell you one thing, I felt like the biggest DB in the world, and I deserve to feel this way. So today was, just one of those days.

Lost

2010-09-01T15:41:00.000-07:00

We are lost
All of us lost,
Lost within ourselves
Endlessly endeavoring
To find our true home
The home within us
Our true self,
For we do not know
Who we are,
As we explore
Our expansive being
We find many dwellings
Within ourselves
False homes
Personas that are not
Our true self,
At some point
We realize that
These dwellings are not
Our true home
Our true self,
And we move onward
Still endeavoring to find
Our true home
Our true self,
And when we finally find
Our true home
Our true self
Our efforts
Are not finished,
We must share
Our knowledge
And aid others
In their endeavors
So they too may
Find
Their true home
Know
Their true self

Strange

2010-08-27T12:22:00.000-07:00

Strange
When you are trapped
That your view of the world
Becomes so brilliant
Whether it be
Through your mind
Or through glass
That your focus
Becomes distorted and fleeting
So your attempts at escape
Become feeble and futile
Because your mind
Is already in the outside world
While your body remains
Trapped behind the walls
Your mind has already escaped
Perhaps
To be mentally free
You must first
Be physically trapped
Strange

College

2010-08-22T11:16:00.000-07:00

New people every where
Hi, I'm John
Hi, I'm Nick
Hi, I'm Tony
Wait, what were your names again

question mark

2010-08-15T19:05:00.000-07:00

sitting here.
thinking.
what did I just agree to?
unsure.
taking a chance with this broken heart of mine.
walls built up.
built up higher than sky
thicker than prison walls.
I sit and wait.
for the day they break down

Scholarship!!!!!

2010-07-29T14:01:00.001-07:00

I just got offered the chance to win a Martial Arts scholarship, I will have to start training more serious then ever if I want to win it. I'm up against ten other kids, and so far I am a favorite pick! So I need to get all of my moves down if I am to win it!!! I'll try to post more when I figure out more.

I didn't feel like posting this on facebook:)

2010-07-29T11:08:00.000-07:00

Dear Mr. Ian Carroll,
I hope your excited for soccer, we will be seeing a lot of each other during double days, I think?
Mmnmhm How has your classes at the Y been going, since zumba isn't there on thursdays any more:( well thats all I was going to say but I didn't feel like posting it on facebook and by the way, Lady Gaga and Katy Perry are not that bad. But I do understand how annoying they can get:)

bye bye for now...
_xoxo kayla

Legion

2010-07-23T05:48:00.000-07:00

So I saw this movie named "Legion" the story revolves around the fallen archangel Michael, a human named Jeep, a pregnant woman named Charlie, and three other not as important people. Well the movie begins in the desert, and Jeep is at his family diner, when his love intrest comes in, Charlie, who is pregnant with another man's baby. Yet even though she doesn't return Jeep love, the movie started to bore me at this time, Jeep understands her circumstances and still helps her with the baby. Well Charlie is a waitress and waits on an old lady names Gladys, who starts saying how this baby will burn in Hell. Well Audrey freaks and the old lady goes all Exorcist on them and rips out a guys thoart and starts Spider-manning up a wall. So Jeep pulls out his shot gun from under the counter, now becoming my hero, and blasts the Gladys in the back. She falls down dead. Then Michael comes in and says that Charlie's baby can save the world, so she is giving birth to the second coming of Jesus. Oh, and God has lost hope for humanity and is sending Angels and Demons to destroy the human race. So Michael and the five others go into an all out war with Angels and a demonic ice cream man. Charlie's baby is born and she in Jeep flee in Michaels police cruiser. Well then Michael's BFF walks in Gabriel. Gabriel kills Michael, who is in human form, but wait what's this? Michael is reborn as the leader of the Archangels. Michael and Gabriel have a battle of one liners and they fight. Michael comes out as the victor, but spares Gabriel.
"I would have finished you," Gabriel said.
"That is why you failed," Michael retorts.
Then as Jeep loses all hope, Michael tells his reason for fighting.
"When God chose your kind as the object of His love, I was the first in all of heaven to bow down before you. My love, my hope for mankind was no less than His. But I have watched you trample that gift. I have watched you kill each other over race and greed... waging war over dust and rubble and the words in old books. And yet, in the midst of all this darkness, I see some people who will not be bowed. I see some people who will not give up, even when they know all hope is lost. Some people, who realize being lost is so close to being found. I see you, Jeep. Fifteen years old, your mother leaves. Your father withdraws from the world and you spend the next five years of your young life helping him find his way home. You love a woman who bears the child of another and you love her with no thought of yourself, even though you know she may never love you the way you love her. You, Jeep... you are the reason I still have faith"
Michael then reveals he was sent to kill the baby, but he disobyed God saying "Humanity still has good left in them." So Michael leaves stating the Jeep is the baby's protector and the movie ends with Charlie, Jeep, and the baby driving off into the sunset... with a trunk full of guns.

Sandusky Ohio:)

2010-07-21T14:23:00.000-07:00

Wow, what can I say about the last three days at Cedar Point. Well first of all I met a really good looking kid named Grant and his brother. Their boat was right next to ours and it was a fun time. My family and I went into Cedar point all three days. It was so much fun. Top thrill dragster is the best 13 seconds of my life. It just sucks to wait 3 and half hours to get to loading ramp and then another 45 mins for the front seat. But hey it is so worth it. I got a really nice flip flop tan going on and I'm finally showing my Italian side of me.. if I haven't before. There was huge joke of sleeping with the fishes. The joke got so ridiculous that my mom went out and got a finger puppet that was a fish. My sister made up this rad song that she forgets. My sister is a special one. It was so different without the dogs on the boat but next year for sure we are bring them because the marina has a pet check! All you do is check your pets in for the day and go to the park. You can pick them up at any time in the day. I was disappointed that our family did not get a chance to go over to Put-in- Bay as a group. From what my mom and dad said to me, it seems it will be a lot more fun when I'm 21 and of age.. This morning before we left the wonderful and nice marina, I got to feed geese. itwas funbecause they would eat right of the palm of you hands. It was neat. All I have to say after this trip is that I can't wait till next year.

:)

2010-07-21T07:46:00.000-07:00

Reflecting the moment in your eyes.

Glistening from all the lies.

Twist & turns like a tie.

Reflecting the moment in your mind.

Glistening from all your finds.

Twist & turns from behind.

Reflecting the moment in our time.

Glistening from the great climb.

Twist & turns like a crime.

Tell me what you think about this! please? :)

Sun poision

2010-07-19T12:31:00.000-07:00

Hey just got back from vacation in Corolla NC, and as the title states I got a really nasty sunburn! I did have some sick nasty times at the beach though, I got a few shirts and a giant Jeep knife, and so did my cousin Brent. I am now a offically a red belt and now get to learn knife to hand combat and disarming, maybe my Jeep knife, AKA Rambo, has a purpose haha. Oh I also climbed up a three story building, it was pretty easy, once we found out how. So my summer is full of adventures, I write if anything else exciting happens!

Exciting:)

2010-07-14T07:44:00.000-07:00

Okay. So I don't know if everyone remembers how I submitted a poem into a contest during the school year, well I did and I finally got a letter in the mail from them. They said that they don't do the drawing for winners until September, but they selected my poem to be in a book! How exciting is that! It made me really happy, and I owe it all to Ms. Rut and Miss.C for encouraging me! I just though I should share this with everyone because it is so exciting, and you all gave me a lot of inspiration during the school year!

Well other then that I don't have much more to say about my summer from my last post. Except that I did get a car!! It is a purple sunfire and not an ugly dark purple, but a metallic purple! :) Plus, I am remodeling the attic into my room! Yeah! It is almost finished I just have to finishing painting it. I only have one side painted! It's a very bright lime green! :) My favorite color!

Well that's about it for now! I hope you all have fun, and I can't wait to see you guys again! :)
Also if you want a bunny or know someone who wants a bunny let me know!! :) Because I brought home a bunny from the fair and my mom got really mad, and said I could not keep it. It is seriously adorable!! It's brown and white! Also it's name is oatmeal, but I did not name it that, that's the name it came with! I just really need to find ths cute little bunny a good home! :)

A movie and a memories

2010-07-13T19:03:00.000-07:00

It is 10:05 pm on a dark and stormy night. The house is still and dark, the only person home is a sixteen year old. The sixteen just happens to watching t.v. All of a sudden the television freezes on channel 246 (AKA AMC). The teen tried and tried to change the channel but nothing worked. All of a suden a creepy looking movie came on. The movie was called "Young Frankenstein". Now this young teen didn't really realize it at first, but she watched theis movie in creative writing class. She started to remember all the good times she had in this class. She thougth about the decusions and how thought provoking they were. The teen thought about the carrotts they had. When the movie ended, she said aloud with a big smile on her face " Man, next year is going to rad. Hopefully we all are in the same class"

* yes, i wrote this because I was watching this movie.... and my t.v didn't really freeze up. the movie isn't up yet but I will be laughing so hard by the end of it...

"Do you say Frodrick too?"
"No, it's Fredrick"
"Are you sure it's not Frodick?

Would ya look at this!

2010-07-13T06:09:00.000-07:00

Wow, you guys! I never realized you'd post all summer. Or did I and I just forgot? Anyway--I love this. I'll check back on you now and then. Working on a poem right now, but it's not ready.

Have a fun time until then!!!

Kennywood and Cedar Point:)

2010-06-25T13:58:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is the big day I get to go and play in Kennywood. (not the best rhyme)
Riding rides and eating nachos before going on Areo 360. Man I just can't wait. Hopefully it doesn't rain.I'll be totally drained at the end of the day but it will way worth it.

Now in three weeks I get to go to Sandusky and ride TTD (Top Thrilled Dragster)
I can't wait to ride Maverick. It's brand new and looks extremely fun.
Three days of fun in the sun. Lots of Crab legs to eat and all you ride, rides.
Hopefully the lines won't be to long.
But knowing CP, the line for TTD will be a five hour wait but it so worth the wait.
Evne though the ride last 13.2 seconds. But who could pass up going 121 miles per hour in 60 seconds?

Man I am so excited:]

Summer 2010 :)

2010-06-22T13:32:00.000-07:00

Well sorry everyone for not getting on here and keeping up with everything. I am busy a lot this summer, and I miss everyone already. It is so weird not waking up and going to school every morning and seeing everyone's faces. I really miss our creative writing class, we always had so much fun.

Well so far I went to Ocean City Delaware, and it was so much fun!! Not somewhere we would go back to though because it was not the greatest vacation. Although we made do with what we had and made our own fun! Right before I went on vacation though I flipped the fourwheeler, so I was pretty sore during vacation! haha. I now have to go to the chiropractor because I made my back worse then what it was before. I am just lucky I didn't get hurt too bad.

Also during this lovely summer I have been working a lot. I know I went out and got myself 2 jobs whenever I am only 16 and don't really have to have a job, and it sucks. They are now working me a lot more, and sometimes I just want to call it quits, but I know I got myself into it, and I don't want to give up. I will even start working more once I get a car!

Oh about the car also, I have been looking for a car for a while now. I can not find anything! I just want to be able to find something, so I can get out of the house and have some freedom every once in a while. I am keeping my eye out though, and checking out a lot of them. I hope I get one soon!! It would make my summer! :)

Other then that I haven't done anything much more exciting! I still have more time though to do exciting things with this summer! I can't wait to see everyone again. I am not ready for school yet though. I will before long though. I hate being away from everyone. Well I hope you all have a great summer, and make smart decisions!! :) haha.

SUMMER:)

Life Update

2010-06-21T19:43:00.000-07:00

Summer's great (except for the bug bites). On the 18th, I had my college orientation. I scheduled my classes, got my student id, and got to see Behrend when it wasn't covered in snow; however, all it really did was make me want August to get here sooner so I could start going there (hey Rut was that the correct usage of a semi-colon). I'm going to be taking a political science course on international relations, which sounds interesting to me at least. I'm going to miss Keystone and everybody there though.

Peak Performance,

2010-06-21T09:30:00.000-07:00

So the cheerleaders keystone have been doing a wonderful and exciting new thing. It is called peak performance. This program will help us get into shape and let us have good cheer muscles. Not that we don't have those already. It's nice to workout in the morning and then in the evening. It really does feel nice. :]

Summer

2010-06-17T11:20:00.000-07:00

There hasn't been a post in 15 days, so I will just rant if that is okay. Summer is going great, minus the fact that my friends had stolen my cell phone and made me seem very.... Lustful, if that is even a word, to a certain writer on the blog. I'm am sorry by the way for that. But summer is going good so far, I have attended a few parties for my senior friends, and now I have been enrolled in Judo at Tippin gym, Dr. Jobb is our sensie and he actually won the gold medal for America this week at the National Judo Championship. I will be testing for my red belt in Tang Soo Do today, Thursday, June 17th, 2010. This means, I can have my black belt in one year and six months! I had to learn seventy-five Korean terms, geographic locations, dates, and a million other things so I hope I pass.

Kayla Telego

2010-06-02T07:12:00.000-07:00

K- ayla
A- person
Y- elling
L- ove instead of war
A-nd it dosen't end there.

T- thinks
E- veryone
L-ets
E- very thing
G- et
O- ut of hand.

So I work at a camp ground....

2010-05-28T07:20:00.001-07:00

I'm scared.
To work.
On Memorial Day.
As maintainence.
Whom campers
Go to
To boss around
And complain
about stuff.
They don't
control.
And there will
be many
of them.
All new
and unknowing
and needy
and demanding.

I'm afriad
to work.
On Memorial Day.
As Maintainence.
But atleast
I might
have fun.
and get
Sunshine.
If I'm lucky.

Goodbye

2010-05-28T07:14:00.000-07:00

Dear fellow classmates.
It has been an awesome year. Hopefully next year it will be just a good.
Have fun over the summer.

Rut:], I will miss you a lot. This year has been great! I am super pumped for next year. Thank you for giving me wonderful advice about so many things. Have a wicked awesome summer and see you next year:]

Ian, I will see you probably ever Tuesday and Thursday because of Zumba... so not really much to say. hahahahahahhhhhha ( I did that on purpose.) ha. Class was fun with you in it. I hope we have classes together next year. I know we have had pur ups and downs but it was a good. I hope everything goes wonderful for you this summer.

Cece, Maybe I will see this summer but if not, have a wicked awesome summer. Have fun and don't get into any trouble. You write so amazingly. If thats even a word... anyways, class was different without you. I hope we are in the same creative writing class next year :]

Skylor, Have fun in C - O- double L - E - G - E! Don't party too much. I hope you enjoy college and I hope that you keep posting to the blog when you can. This year has been fun with yu in class. Even thou you really didn't talk a lot but it's all good. Oh and thanks for painting your face white. See you around and try not to grow up to fast...

See ya around every one

♥_xo Kayla

My natural right to my natural world.

2010-05-28T07:03:00.000-07:00

Sunshine's the best.
Atleast once everyday, thanks to my ability to neither tan or burn most of the time, I sit outside and basically sleep in the sunshine. Not to tan since I'm not really able to, but to get warm and feel its ambiant glow. My favorite is when my hair and feet get warm.
I eventually run barefoot anywhere thanks to this sun bathing activity. I love it. Its great.

But while in the sunshine, I close my eyes and listen. I hear cars and people, construction and firehall activities, store goers' converstaions and Emery's generator going at it trying to fight the heat in only what I can call a kick boxing match of death. I hear only those sounds, as they drown everything else out.

But yesterday was so quiet. I could hear the slight breeze, and bird calls. I could hear bug's strange whines and flutters. In the distance I heard the white noice of the river sloshing and splashing, and the trees being blown gently about. And frankly, it was better than I could have imagined. I would think i'd be able to hear this everyday living in the small rural community, but for some reason people come to my town to be loud. Atleast that's my philosophy.

So my point is between the wonderful sunshine and the bird song chorus and the winds determined static I felt at peace for the first time that day... right in my back yard. And I didn't have to walk far into the woods (but not too far because you reach explosion sites) or walk to the river and away from the bridge always cover with cars (but not too far because you might walk into awkward situations that people generally don't want to be in) And that should be a natural right, because its the natural world, or atleast the way the world started out as before people started taking over the woods.

I'm determined to get my natural right to my natural world.
Cuz I need a break from whatever one I'm in now.

Car Wreck!

2010-05-26T16:56:00.000-07:00

So Logan and I got rear ended on our way home from mowing... while waiting for the tow truck to pull away another car in an earlier wreck... Logan and I are perfectly fine, but the old lady behind us... Yea her car front looks trashed! Isn't that IRONIC!

Ignorance

2010-05-25T12:56:00.000-07:00

We all live here near Knox, out of the way, in an ignorant bliss. But what if we had that choice, known as the Red Pill and Blue Pill from the Matrix. Would you choose the knowledge of everything around and the evils around you, the Red Pill, or would you choose to stay in happy oblivion, the Blue Pill. I know everyone says that they'd take the Red Pill, but the ones who you know will take it, will go out of their way to help pick up some one's books, stop a bully, take a bullet for someone, someone who will sacrifice their lives for people they might not know. Recently I have opened my eyes to the world and noticed how cruel it can be. I've even begun to be consumed by the "darkness." There have been a few tragidies near the small town of Knox; the death of a fellow student and that boy from Karns City. A very small amount of people have been affected by these things. We think that since we are away from the cities, where this happens what seems to be all the time, we are out of harms way. Fun Fact: we are not out of harms way, no matter where you go you will always be in harm's destructive path. It is like a tidal wave, no human can stop it. Harm can affect us in many ways; whether it be a scrapped knee or a hostage stituation gone wrong, it will always affect someone. That boy in the car wreck, it didn't just affect his family, it has affected me, my family, and probably about every parent out there. They were all thinking "What if that was my kid?!" I came home from school one day and found a car in our driveway, my dad had a costumer. I walked in and told my dad I was home and I met the customer, it was the father of that young man in the car wreck. As soon as I found out, I walked over to my dad's desk and saw that he was helping design the billboards. I looked at the man, his voice and demeanor was calm, but I have seen sadness and the tormenting of the soul before, you can see it in someone's eyes. This guys soul was in hell, it was killing him to see the picture of his late son. After we had finished what we could the man shook my dad's hand and mine. He told me and my dad thank you, but my dad and I had something to say.
"No sir, thank you," my dad said and the man left. It takes a brave man to lose someone dear to him and help prevent other parents from having to go through his pain. I know that cloud of darkness is still around him, and I think of him and his family everyday. People all over the world have seen these things and are now trying to make a difference. I used to live blind of what was around me, but now I have had a small taste of the problems of the world, and it doesn't taste good, we need take the Red Pill and help lessen the wave of pain.
"Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer." ---Unkown

Left and Right. My initial reaction to this picture.

2010-05-25T07:15:00.000-07:00

"I'll be there for you."

"You don't have a choice."

"Do to! I could move away from you and hide. But I don't! I care!"

"Then why didn't you take one for the team..."

"I'm not as quick and selfless as you. You're everyone's hero!"

"..."

"REALLY!!"

"..."

":]"

"........"

":D"

"...... :]"

" See, all better :]"

" I guess..."

Tears heal all wounds?? :\

2010-05-25T07:06:00.000-07:00

If crying could fix anything..

I still wouldn't cry. I would be taking advantage of a gift.
and who would define what fixing was...

If i was "stabbed" and crying healed the wound, is that fixing? Or, is fixing getting even with tears stabbing the other so they feel what they have done?

What if crying only fixed things the way you didn't want them fixed?
I'm glad I never have to find out.

And I'll just stick with my melancholy gazes thanks. :]

Childhood innocence

2010-05-24T15:06:00.000-07:00

You know I hate it when childhood innocence disappears.
Look around... How many kids that are left; that don't smoke, drink, or have sex with multiple partners?
Heck the kids that don't do anything like that get picked on. My one friend is made fun of, because he has chosen to be ABSTINENT! Why would you bully someone for that?
When people talk about parties, I still think people playing games like elbow tag, capture the flag, and wrestling; not drugs, alcohol, and sex. It is a pity, what scares me the most... Some of these kids might not make it to twenty-five. It would be a sad day in KHS if that happened. Yet, I doubt that would change anything... Thinking about this saddens me. I worry about my peers, I might not get along with all of them, but I know I can do everything in the world, but what difference would it make?
Then there are those posters of that young man that died in drunken car accident. I pray everyday for that boy and his family, yet there are kids that laugh at it, because they think it will never happen to them. Those kids have become selfish with an urge to be popular... Once that innocence is gone, you aren't the only one affected, your family, friends, and community is affected. I don't do anything like that, because I don't want harm my body, but I have a sister. I know I say we don't get along, but according to everyone I am a role model to her... I don't want her to destroy her life, so I won't destroy mine... I just wish that innocence wouldn't have left everyone...

What I wrote

2010-05-20T11:15:00.001-07:00

"A slightly plump..."

"...bag boy..."

"...carrying a stolen instrument..."

Sam was a slightly plump bag boy carrying a stolen instrument. “I’ve gotta get rid of this french horn,” he muttered over and over as he made his way through the delivery door of the Piggly Wiggly.

“Sam, you’re late! Again! Jane, the devil woman of produce, stubbed out her cigarette and went back to unpacking lettuce.

“Why is she always sitting by the door!” The utter injustice of Sam’s situation was beginning to get to him. He stashed the horn in the walk-in cooler and headed for the registers.

“Your apron is untied! Again!” Greta, the devil woman of the bakery, mopped the sweat from her brow and yanked another tray of buns from the oven.

“Doesn’t anybody have anything else to do?” Sam began to notice that his inner monologue was stuck on a loop going from one frustrating exclamation to another. His yoga teacher had complained earlier about the negative affect his chi was having on the rest of the class. If only she knew.

But how could he tell? How could he let anyone know? Packing the first bag of the day, he dropped in the tomatoes then the gallon of milk and couldn’t help noticing a black cat standing on the mat just as the automatic doors closed.

“Sam, Mr. Sinister followed you to work! Again!" Debbie, the devil woman in the office, slipped a twenty into her pocket and went back to counting out the bank deposit

“Are you an idiot?!!!!!” shrieked Mrs. Watson as the fresh tomatoes she just bought landed with a liquid thud on her new gladiator sandals. She managed to step back just in time to avoid the gallon of milk.

As he walked away, Debbie slapped the Help Wanted sign in the window.

Sam was a slightly plump out of work bag boy who had left his stolen instrument in the walk-in cooler.

Wacky Writing Prompt

2010-05-20T10:50:00.000-07:00

One time my sister decided to take my very delicious red popsicle. It was the very one last one in the freezer and I could not wait to get home to eat it on this very hot day. When I got home from school I threw down all of my stuff and ran for the freezer. As I opened the freezer I noticed that it was not laying on top where I had sat it. I dug and dug through that whole freezer looking for it. I then realized it was no where to be found. Just then I knew it had to be my sister. I called for her and she came running. I then asked her " what happened to my red popsicle?" She shook her and lifted her shoulders as she said "I don't know?" I then opened her mouth to check if she had ate it, but there was no proof such as a red color. I then gave up all hope. I knew my sister had ate it, but there was no way of getting it back now. I was so excited for that delicious red popsicle. That night after getting ready for bed and thinking so much about that popsicle I decided it was time to lay down. I turned out the lights and walked over to my bed and plopped down. Next thing I knew my face felt kind of sticky and then I put my hands up to my pillow and they got sticky. I had no idea what was going on so I ran over and turned on the lights. As I turned them on I discovered that there was red all over my hands and face. I then walked over to the bed and lifted up my pillow and there layed my delicious red popsicle melted. By now I was frustarated and started to yell a little bit. My sister then comes in laughing and says "I see you found your popsicle!" I could not believe she had hid my popsicle from me and she did not even know that it would melt. So this is the story of my sister hiding my delicious red popsicle!

Mystery of life.

2010-05-20T10:44:00.000-07:00

When I woke up today, I wasn't expecting to have the world's smarts dog...

It's was about two thirty in the morning when I woke up rudely to the loud, obnoxious knocks on the door. I laid there hoping that if I just ignored the knocking, that who ever was at the door would just leave. Unfortunately that was not the case. I rolled out of bed, put on my glasses and robe and walked down stairs. When I got the door, I stopped and thought about who it might be.
Amanda, my sister? Nah, she would have at least tried to call first. Was it my neighbor? I sure hope not, I don't like dealing with that crazy lady. Where is my dog Cujo? Man, I hope he didn't get out again. Finally, I stopped asking questions and just answered the door.
When I swung open the door, there was an Officer Peradunkle in full uniform standing there and seemed really eager.

"Miss, do you know that your dog got out... again?"

"Gee Officer Peradunkle, I just woke up and realized that he was missing. What did he do? Walk the town and chew on a bone?" I sneered back at him. It would be one thing if they would have called. But it was two thirty in the morning and the office ruined my beauty sleep.

"Ha, no Miss. Your dog, uh.." At this point the officer was messing with Cujo's name tag to see his name.

"Cujo?"

"Uh yes, Cujo. Well you see, he was found in the back of a 1998 Cadillac. We believe that he solved the mystery of life. You don't just have the dog, you have a genius dog. With him figuring out the meaning of life, every citizen of the US will live life so much easier!"

"You got to be yanking my chain, Officer Peradunkle. You believe that a 11 pound miniature dachshund solved the mystery of life? Wow, I'm so ecstatic to know that my tax dollars are at good use. But if you don't mind, I will be taking my pee-brain of a dog back and would like to head of to bed now." I snatch Cujo out of Peradunkles arms, shut the door and headed off to bed.
I was unable to fall asleep at first. Did Cujo really solve the mystery? Was he really that smart? I looked over at Cujo, shook my had and said to my self "Nah, just look at him. He's a dumb dog. Ha." It was about thirty minutes after I had fell asleep when I heard ruffling of papers. I sat up in my bed and looked around. Nothing was really out of the ordinary. I reached for my glasses, but they were not on my nightstand. 'Great' I thought. The ruffling noise was almost sounded like paper being crunched up and thrown away. I didn't even know where the noise was coming from. It almost sounded like it was coming from my bathroom. Once again, I forced my self out of bed and towards the noise that was keeping me awake. I started to walk towards the bathroom, I called from Cujo but I guess he was downstairs eating the garbage or sleeping on the couch. I walked slowly towards the bathroom door. I thought about grabbing the baseball bat that was under my bed, but it almost seemed pointless. So, I decided not too. I approached the bathroom door with caution. I hurriedly turned on the light and jumped threw the door.

"HA HA! I caught you, wait what is this? Cujo what are you doing in here? What are all the papers doing laying on the floor? Are you wearing my glasses? No wonder I couldn't find them!"

I walked over to him and bent over so that I was at his eye level. I pick up one of the papers. The title was 'The Meaning of Life. A quick tutorial to help get your life on track.' I was amazed at the fact that my dog was even looking at these papers. How did he know to look at these for his answers? I never would of thought that Peradunkle was right about my dog. I sat down on the floor next to Cujo, and asked him "Did you really do what the police officer said you did?
He stood up on his hind legs and nodded his head yes. It looked more like he was sneezing but I knew he was nodding his head yes. I was still in shock. I honestly didn't know what to do. One thing was for sure though, I had to keep this a secret.
After Cujo and I had our little moment, I went back to bed and this time for good. The next morning, I woke up thinking everything was a dream but when I looked over at Cujo, he still had my glasses on. I walked down stairs to grab a bowl of captain crunch and of cup of OJ. I sat down on my couch and turned on the TV to Good Morning America. The top story was about a dog who solved the mystery of life. "Awesome!", I shouted. "So much for keeping this a secret!"

A Thoughtful Rock Star with an Unexplained Smile

2010-05-20T10:40:00.000-07:00

He had just finished his last song and was standing on the stage. A huge, toothy grin was spread across his face. Why would he be smiling like that I wondered? Was he overly happy that he had finished his last song? Was he psychotic and dreaming about killing us all? Had some one shot him with a taser? Was he smiling for the cameras? Had the bass from the speakers melted his brain? Had he just relieved himself? Had he turned into a zombie and was ecstatic over all of the brains in the crowd? Was he waiting for a non-existant encore? Was he waiting for the alien mothership to reward him for his subpar preformance? Was that what his mother taught him to do? Was he trying to get us to leave the concert? (if so, it was working) Was he having a seizure? Was he trying to distract the crowd while his drummer picked our pockets? Had he blinked yet? I hope some one pulls him off the stage, I thought, that doesn't look healthy.

Life as a lonely teenager.

2010-05-20T10:39:00.000-07:00

He walked through doors and sat on a bench in the lobby. Students would walk by, not even noticing him, others would scowl and whisper cruel things about him, but no one would ever say good about him. Kids would come and sit at the bench with him, but they wouldn't acknowledge him, so why should he acknowledge them? He was no one important, or at least no one, not even him, thought he was. He had naturally black hair, wore a T-shirt, and jeans everyday. His name was John. His eyes used to be an astonishing blue, now they had turned gray, blue and soulless. He has given up trying in school, he does just enough to scrape by. It was around twelve thirty when he sat down at his lunch table and noticed someone familiar, but he didn't care. Finally it was two thirty eight, not two thirty, when the bell rang. He walked into the crowded hall, opened up his pink locker, and grabbed his jacket and backpack and walked towards the doors. On his way down the steps someone tripped him, he hit the ground, but did nothing. He slowly pushed himself onto his feet and continued to walk towards the doors. Someone actually said something to him.

"Why didn't you do anything to stop them?" The teenage boy asked. But John kept on walking.

"John, why didn't you stop them?" The boy asked again. John stopped, no one ever called him an appropriate, let alone his name. John looked over his shoulder and saw Michael, his friend that moved away when he was in third grade. John didn't couldn't believe it, this was a gift from heaven, a chance to have a friend. He walked over to Michael and said hi and all that other good stuff, but Michael wanted to know why John didn't stick up for himself.

"I've tried it before, but there is only one of me, and too many of them," John said taking a seat on the bus next to Michael. Michael hasn't changed much; blond hair, blue eyes, athletic build, girls literally drooling over him.

"Ah, man things sure have changed since third grade," Michael said as the bus stopped. Michael then stood up and nodded good-bye and walked off the bus. John smiled for the first time in three years, his best friend was back, life was good.

Things went very well the next few months John, people started to talk to him, he rejoined martial arts, where he excelled beyond belief, and no one treated him like garbage. Mike even convinced him to join Track and Field. John agreed with a smile.

Track went well, John wasn't good at it, but he enjoyed it. Mike, John, Brian, Steve, and Jack had been hanging out a lot after school and every Friday night. Slowly in between karate tournaments and track invitationals, ones only the best get to go to, John started to be pushed back from the family. He knew this was happening, but didn't really react, he still hung out with them and he still wasn't hated. Then Jack, the oldest, started to want to hang with all the jocks, the ones who partied and treated the kids who suck at sports like trash. Two in particular, Nate and Josh. Josh was the son of a cop, he was invincible, no one wanted to touch him, and Nate was just a partier/jock who had a high pitched voice. Those two started to treat John like trash, but Mike, Brian, Steve, and especially Jack, did nothing to stop them. Even after John had helped everyone; He helped Mike get his "girl", he got Steve and Brian out of trouble plenty of times, he even helped Jack getting the petroleum jelly off his car.

"OF COURSE! THEY'RE TOO COOL TO HELP THE KID WHO HAS DONE EVERYTHING FOR THEM!" John screamed as he punched the wall as hard as he could, making a pretty big hole in the drywall. John showered and went to go to musical practice, hoping someone there was there he could talk to. He ascended the steps into the band room where everyone was waiting for the musical rehearsals to begin. John smeared the face paint across his face and was ready to go. He sat backstage with the cast, they were dressed as enchanted dinning utensils. John had become friendly to a girl who wasn't drooling over his friends, and seemed to like him. John as he talked to her started to realize he had feelings for her too. Maybe, things were about to get better, until a red headed boy named Dalton came into the picture, him and John were rivals. Dalton started to flirt with this girl, only because of John's feelings for her. John was enraged by this fact and walked out. He walked through the quiet streets of the small streets it was about eight in the evening. John walked the mile to his mom's office, in black gym shorts, black T-shirt, when it was about four degrees outside. Life wasn't turning our well for John. He went to his mom's office, only to find out she had to leave early to pick up his sister, so his dad would be down at the school around nine. John pulled out his cell phone and called his dad to come pick him up. John came into his house and walked into the basement and into his room. He knew it was over, he had lost the girl, he was back to being garbage, and had no friends again. John went to school the next day and his friends instantly needed something, John knew what he had to do, he had to tell them off. John, unfortunately, still had this urge to fit in and he succumbed to there begging. John hoped that they would back him up at the next practice, they didn't. One day at Mike's house everyone started to say how much they hated Josh and Nate, John's fists clenched as they did this. They are too afraid to stand up to them, but they worship them? John left early that night, he supposedly had a karate tournament. One day when the Spanish class went to a restaurant as a field trip, John ate with a few other kids, later his nemesis Josh came and joined them. John went to take his tray up and Josh tripped him, food went everywhere, and John looked like a fool. John continued to take his tray up and watched as they mocked him. John had enough, he was going to end it all. He approached Josh and punched him as hard as he could in the face. He pulled him out of the chair and threw him on the ground.

"NOT SO TOUGH WHEN I'M WILLING TO FIGHT BACK, ARE YOU?" He roared as he punched Josh across the face. John set him down and Josh punched John in the face, John was ending this fight here. John waited for the next punch, blocked it, and karate chopped Josh in the neck, temporally stunning him. John tasted something irony and walked down the hall. He saw that same girl and she looked at him afraid, John had gotten his revenge, but it didn't make him feel better. The one person that might have even cared for him, is now afraid of this monster that had built up for years and finally found it's escape. John walked to the nurse's office, told her what had happened, and got his nose clotted and waited to be sent to the Principal's office. He finally was sent to the office where he received ten days suspension for fighting, and most likely a call from the cops. After he was allowed back in school he saw his friends hanging out with Josh, John was enraged and went to an empty part of the hallway and called his mom to pick him up, he was tired being in a living hell. He went home and and just beat the tar out of everything and anything. John knew doing this wasn't going to solve anything, he knew he would have to see them everyday. John wasn't being mocked anymore, he was being feared. No one was talking to him becuase they were afraid he would snap and beat them up too. John went back to being the loner again, and life was easier. The next day... He walked through the double doors and sat down on the bench...

Some of my best writings.

2010-05-18T10:52:00.000-07:00

I think some of my best writing happened earlier.
The poems that I have chosen are "Changes"
I wrote "changes" on March 23rd of this year.
It is mainly about the seasons and how they are changing.
I write about a rain storms and snow melting. This poem was written during that time. Man, was I happy to see the snow go!
The second poem that was chosen was called " No title". The title is kind of self explanatory. This poem/ free write has a bunch of questions that wondered my mind all the time. After writing this poem, I felt much better knowing that I got all of my negative feelings out. I talk about my family a lot in this poem and it helped me accept my family for all the imperfections. Also, it helped me accept my dad for who he is.
The third and last poem that I thought was my best poem was the poem about my sister and me, hints the name "Sister and Me."I love this poem only because it reflects our relationship. I use a lot of references as to how close we are.
These are the poems that I like the most. So I hope you enjoyed them too:]

Creepy Greg, the Stalker God.

2010-05-17T07:34:00.000-07:00

So its strange not physically being in a class with the rest of the bloggg...

As I read the posts, I feel like I'm looking in from the ceiling, spying into your head, peering at regular cornucopia of thoughts and aspirations.
Like some creepy stalker omnipresent omniscient god spying on the connected people below.
I want a shower to wash this creeperish feeling away...
The tight colored work pants and discoordinated faded striped shirt. The gruff and dirt and sleaze dripping from face and gaze. The van driven among the clouds.. windowless and portable. An arsenal of degrading sleazy pick up lines ready to be whipped at the nearest desirable.

I shouldn't let my mind wander anymore....

I am?

2010-05-17T07:14:00.000-07:00

What makes me, me?

How can I describe an idea of a scrambling indefinite being of thought?
I tell of what I observe and how I react...
I wonder what will happen next in this great storybook that scholars refer to as reality. I understand only what I can comprehend, and its not just what is really tangible and present. I don't mind crying if it will get me somewhere within myself, and help sort things out. If that makes me weak, then what do I care? It who I am. I can see my imagination coming alive in what I say, do, and display. I can touch the clouds everyday, and i can feel the damp softness of it. I control the wind, and have it comfort workers and worriers, with the soothing whispers of an invisible presence. I pretend to be all together, but I can be lost in dreams or in problems.

But that's not all of me. That's how I feel today, what I remember of myself, and what I choose to tell the world...

So I guess I am, because of what others can observe and what they get from me. So how I can describe their hidden private thoughts? Leave me be.

Good Season.

2010-05-13T10:52:00.000-07:00

What a wonderful season, my dearest Penguins.

From all of the miraculously saves that Marc- Andre Fleury had to the bone crashing hits from Brooks Orpik and Matt Cooke.

I think Cooke might have knocked out other hockey's player teeth. But hey, who could blame him? It was his job.

Jordan Staal with all of his short handed goals. Everyone in Penguins nation was impressed with fact that he came back three days after an injury. He is such a wonderful player.

I'm very sad to say that the two headed monster didn't get very much playing time in power plays.

Crosby always sets up Geno.

What a wonderful last couple of games.

The fans will miss the games at Mellon but I''m sure we will enjoy the new arena.

Thank you Penguins for another great season. Next year we will be successful and we will bring Lord Stanley home, to the city of Pittsburgh. Where he belongs.:]

After all it was a "great day for hockey"

^^^

Bob Badger.

The Printer

2010-05-13T10:45:00.000-07:00

It was the middle of the night and the light from the moon shown in the window making four squares of light on the floor. The rest of the room was dark and everything was silent. The light on the printer suddenly blinks on and it begins to whir as it starts printing on a piece of paper. The printer spits out the paper, the light turns back off, and everything is silent again.

In the morning, Jim Roon found the piece of paper, looked at it, and promptly threw it away. He was the only one that lived in the house, but his friend had been there the day before so Jim just figured that he had printed it out as a joke. During the day, Jim asks his friend if he printed out the paper and he obviously says no.

Progress is Essential

2010-05-12T11:06:00.000-07:00

Lost in the woods

What do you do

Turn around and try to figure out how you got here

Keep going in hope of a road

Either could work

But you certainly can't just stay here

Though you would like to stay

Your feet hurt

The shade here feels nice

You can hear the babbling of a stream in the distance

But you must press on

Like "Peas and Carrots"

2010-05-12T10:47:00.000-07:00

You my lovely dog Brutus, are the heart beat at my feet. When you sleep in my bed, I normally wake up with you sitting on my chest wagging your tail saying, "WAKE UP! It's time to feed me. I have to pee. WAAAAKE UP!" Yes Brutus, you only 11 pounds and 4 ounces but you my friend are by far the biggest bed hog ever.

You even eat what ever I eat. Well I don't eat dog food. But I guess you already knew that. And seriously, what dog eats lemons?

When it storms or rains outside and you happen to be with me, lord watch out. You shake and whine and sometime try to crawl into my skin. One night while I was sleeping, you put your head under my arm pit and tried to get even closer! Brutus, i would hate to break this to you, but Wes (my stepdad) never wanted you. But now he loves you like a new born child. Well this is all I can write about you for now. Love you dog face.

* Dear fellow classmate,

I know that this is by far the weirdest blog. But I had nothing else to write about.. so sorry.

Last Days at Keystone

2010-05-12T10:41:00.000-07:00

My days here at Keystone are coming to their end. I have mixed feelings on the subject. I am excited that I will be graduating and moving with my life. On the other hand, I am a little insecure about not coming back to Keystone next year. I am also not sure about living on my own. I don't know how well i'll be able to motivate myself to do things like homework and laundry. Worst of all though are all the things that come with graduation. The pictures, the forms, the tests, the doing nothing all day. Well, just a couple more weeks and it will be done.

Thank you

2010-05-12T10:40:00.000-07:00

Dear Rut,

I really would like to take this time to thank you for the delicious carrots in class.

It's really like brain food. It powers us to type really fast and have very well written stories.

Well thanks you again

Love Kayla

Random

2010-05-11T10:56:00.000-07:00

Random Writing

Never knowing what to write about anymore. Just sitting here with a blank stare. What has happened? Where has all the thoughts gone? Not one thing I can think of comes out right and sounds so stupid.

Not really having any life anymore. Work, School, Work, School. That's all it consists of anymore. I am still a kid. I still want to have a life, and be able to hang out with my friends. It's not too much though. I wouldn't quit either, it's just venting.

The world is passing by, and it is just a blur. People talking and talking, but I am not listening. They are all just sounds, annoying sounds. I try to concentrate, but I just zone out and go into my own world. My own world of free thinking and weird thoughts. Listening to people complain and talk on and on about things, but you don't care because your in your own world.

When your just about to break down and give up, you look up and realize you have to hold it together, or things will be terribly wrong. The world would be so angry at you if you spoke everything that was on your mind. People and their thoughts today. I don't know what I would do?!?!?!?!?

If you stare into oblivion long enough..

2010-05-11T07:06:00.001-07:00

What if eyes didn't see the colors or the shapes of something, but rather the vibes a thing gave off?
It would change the worldddd....
For example. If someone was murdered, the murderer would clearly be bad and intriguing vibes, and the weapon would be traced with death. The walls of the room would talk, and tell all its tales. Gravestones would paint lives, and cemeteries would be story books. Lies would be impossible, and judgement more sound. Beauty would be redefined, and peoples minds entirely rewired. Writing emotions would be hard, because we wouldn't see them in a way that could be written. Painting thoughts and ideas would be more valued, because it would be easily standardized according the vibes and ideas shown through it.
Such strange thoughts for a strange question that appeared in the head...
But when random thoughts appear in a strange persons head...
Both the questions and answers are yielding strange and undeniably intriguing.

Senior Project.

2010-05-10T12:58:00.000-07:00

a project that takes three days,
oh boy typing sure does give me a hand cramp.
I wish we could do job shadowing for 32 hours instead of this stuff.
"what would you change"
I think on everything we have to answer that question.
what if we don't want to change anything? would we still get into trouble for writing ' I would not change one single thing'?
oh boy, now it's time for me to return to the word document titled artifact refection.
Senior project I wish you would go far far away.:]

I think I speak for everyone when I say that.

Yard Sale!

2010-05-10T08:01:00.000-07:00

Tiny attic...I haven't seen inside for years
A tickle that starts on the tip of my nose...
Achoo! Dust and mothballs, get me everytime

101 Dalmation Slinky, Baby Born, Baby Bubbles,
Barbie Camper (Fully furnished of course).
Wait, what's that...?

Pink hair stinking up out of a blue and purple Tiny Tunes bag...
MY TROLL!
Aaaand I sneeze again!

Once a pack-rat, always a pack-rat...
Most of my life stored in this triangular room,

"Clean it out! We're having a Yard Sale on Friday!!"

**This is my Monday! Miss you guys!

The dog who never learned old tricks...

2010-05-07T07:04:00.000-07:00

At the exact time I was going outside,
gears turned within a hidden mass,
anticipation spiked within every learned creature,
hair stood at attention like armies freshly yelled at,
and me, off to my innocent stroll,
was faced by the obnoxious wail
of the fire siren going off at noontime.
I was the only moron outside, 100 feet away from the deafening blare.
Ears burning from the decibel armed weapon
It goes off every Saturday. I've lived in my house for 6 years.
Directly next door to the Fire Hall.
And the 12'oclock noon siren has never been compromised.
And yet, I was there.

Darkness

2010-05-06T10:45:00.000-07:00

The lights go out and the room instantly fades into complete darkness. My eyes slowly adjust to the darkness and colorless gray figures materialize before me. I know what they all are, but somehow they have taken on a strange eerie element. My night vision is horrible and makes everything blurry in the dark. I don't see the blanket on the floor and get my feet tangled in it. I stumble forward a few steps, but I am able to catch myself against the wall before I fall. I look to see what time it is, but the digital clock isn't on. I realize that the lights didn't just get turned out, but the power has gone out. I shuffle my way over to my desk with my ands out in front of me. I pat around on the desk until I find my watch. I thought it was about 11:00 PM. I press the button for the backlight on the watch and it says 3:00 AM. I am shocked and can't fathom where the time went.

I just needed to write an action adventure story...

2010-05-06T07:15:00.000-07:00

I stood panting over a bloody wreck. I picked up the weak man and looked at him, ready to kill, but I couldn't do it. I looked at him, I wanted to see the fear in his eyes as I threw him off the skyscraper, but something stopped me. He was smiling, he had a triumphant smile, my jaw dropped. I looked into his eyes, thinking what the heck was wrong with him. I saw the events from the past twenty-four in his eyes.

I walked through the front door of my house and saw it was trashed, I figured this would happen living in New York. I flipped the small bench from my mud room over and walked into my living room. My knees buckled as I saw blood smeared on the walls, furniture, counters, and just about everything. I started to breath deeply to prevent myself from throwing up. I walked down the hall and the blood smears leading back the wall. I walked back into the bedroom and saw my fiancée, my sister, and two others dead on the bed. I half gasped have gagged and looked saw something strange, a video camera was near the bed. I pulled it up, flipped it open, and pressed play. I saw a man around the age of thirty three he had a knife and a pistol, he was looking at the camera with the girls.

"Hello, Jason, I would like to show you something," He said turning from the camera and firing three rounds into my fiancée, three into my sister, and three into each girl. Then he stabbed them and their screams were blood curtailing. My knuckles turned white as my fist clenched in anger and disgust. I watched the video as he tortured them, I went to press a button, but this man started to speak again.

"Don't you wish you could rewind your life and save them?" He asked. I looked at the side of the screen and the time was 7:49 when the video was taken and 7:53 now. He just killed them! I looked at the camera and pressed the rewind button, nice hint. I watched the whole thing, from him breaking in beating their heads off the wall and smearing their blood across the walls. He made spirals and other things with their blood, this demented freak. I walked out into the living room and looked around the, the blood smears made a pattern, I stepped back and looked at the smears, they spelled out something.

Nice job, you are one good detective, but can you find me?

I ran into the garage and got into my truck and drove to the police station. I jumped out and told anyone who would listen, but they wouldn't believe me. I went home and sat down on the stoop until the sun set. What in the world was I supposed to do? Around two in the morning I stood up and grabbed a tire iron, this poor son of a gun is going down. I took off down the road in my truck, until I arrived at a hunting store. I took my tire iron to the glass and walked through the newly made door. I walked up and grabbed a hunting rifle and as many bullets I could. I heard the alarm, I couldn't hear it through my rage, and ran out to my truck. I opened up the door and grabbed some matches and threw them into the gas tank. I ran off as the truck exploded. I ran down the empty streets and right near the Hudson Bay, right where my first case was. I looked all around the pier, but found nothing. If I were this man, I would leave a clue around here. I then heard something splash, I set down the gun and took off my jacket. I dove into the fridged water and the icy water took the breath from my lungs. I swam to the surface and tried to catch my breath, but it was pointless I had to find whatever I was looking for and get out of the water. I swam around under the pier, and couldn't find anything. I swam under water and grabbed at a post and found a bag tied around it, I ripped at the bag, but it wouldn't budge. I swam up to get another breath, I went back under water and pulled at the bag again, still it would not move. I swam up and broke the surface of the water gasping for air. I started to think, I remember finding the final clue of my first case; it was tied to this exact post, and one of the divers got it out. I swam to the side of the and pulled myself up onto the pier. I started to look for something sharp to cut the bag when the pay phone started to ring. I ripped the phone up to me ear.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly knowing it was the man that killed them.

"Why so cold?" I could hear the joy in his voice. "You don't have all day." He then hung up, but if this guy is playing this like a game, then everything he said was a hint. I remember when I was helping LAPD find a mad bomber and that is what he said, "Why so cold?", before the subway exploded. I looked for a subway station, but there wasn't one near me. I found nothing up there so I dove back into the water and started to pull at the bag again. I finally tore the bag free and climbed back up to the pier. As I grabbed my jacket, I watched in horror as a small little restaurant called Subway went up in a giant explosion. Fire and debris was sent everywhere, this had to be another clue. I dashed towards the building and dove through the flames. First I freeze in icy cold water and now I'm diving into a flaming building. I tried to breath, but the smoke was suffocating me worse then the chill of the water. I wrenched the sleeve off my shirt and held it over my mouth to help me breath. I took a few deep breaths and continued walking through the building, until I found anything helpful. Oh, I found something helpful, however this guy rigged the explosives, the interior of the building only caught fire in some places. I walked through the smoke, my eyes stinging and tearing. I walk behind the counter and found a pile of name tags with random letters scratched out. I picked up the name tags, another puzzle, and got out of the building. As soon as I stepped out and the building collapsed and I walked back to the bench. I opened the bag to see a cell phone. I turned it on to see a text message, I opened the message, it was another clue.

"This is the climax of your adventure, you have five hours," I checked the time on the phone, it would be 7:49 AM, twenty-four hours since my fiance's death. I thought for about fifteen minutes, climax is the tip of the iceberg...Tip...Skyscraper! There is a skyscraper with the address 5:49, the time I got the message. I had another idea first, I called 911. I threatened the life of every cop, but I let the phone on speaker, so they could trace me. I broke the window of a car and hotwired it. I bulleted down the street and to the skyscraper. I took the elevator up and saw a man on top of the building.

"Do you have another clue for me?" I asked grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"Yea, but you will have to beat it out of me," he retorted with a grin. I threw him across the dirt and slammed his face off the ground. I dropped a knee into his kidney and he howled in pain. I picked him up and slammed him against the elevator and he let out a pained laugh. This guy is insane. I threw another knee into his stomach, and then just started to beat the pulp out of him. Finally the guy talked.

"He wants you to meet him on the Empire State Building," he cried, he literally cried tears and all. I walked away and my phone rang. I thought I was still in a call.

"You aren't man enough to kill him are you?" That man asked. It was more of a statement, trying to get me to kill him.

"No, I am not you," I set the guy down and walked away. I felt a something hot plunge into my shoulder. I screamed in agony as a knife was twisted in my shoulder. I fell down and the man let go of the knife. I reached for the knife and pulled it out of my shoulder, making that gross, wet sound of meat ripping from the blade. I turned and thrust the knife deep into the man's stomach. I watched the man stumble to the end of the building and off the edge. His screams were loud at first and then quieter until he hit the ground. I walked down the stairs

Hole in the wall

2010-05-04T14:24:00.000-07:00

I sit here and look at this hole I have made in the wall, and I find it ironic, this hole that I have just made became a gaint symbol. Ever since I joined my little group of friends I have slowly grown this hole in my heart and as it grew so did my anger. Don't get me wrong, I'm not made at the Twins or the Rivers, I am mad at my self. I mean comparing them to me what do I have? I have a brown belt saying, "I can do some damage." But they have everything else. They are good at sports, I am good at a sport, where everyone can see them rise over the others and do amazing. I sit and watch, paying with my time, practice, heck, and even money. I am now laughing as I write this, because this hole is a huge chunk of this wall. I mean around them I rarely even speak, I'm not as funny, smart, or even charismatic as any of them. I mean it kind of bugs me, they all have girls, practically, swooning at their feet, and then there is me. I feel like such a third... actually seventh wheel, that I don't even want to hang out with them because I feel so awkward. Now that I think about it that hole wasn't just caused by my anger at myself, as I flip through random messages in my phone, like a often do when I am bored, I am also mad at them. They do have one quality I am glad I don't have, they are sequacious (I love using this word) I mean when I was being picked on a kid, because he knew as soon as I did anything I would somehow use karate. Yet, when my friend has a problem, his old friend is spreading rumors about him, I need to solve it, he had the nerve to ask me! Best part of all he hates how when I get angry I want to destroy what makes me made, so what does he want me to do? He wanted me to punch him! What the H-E- double hockey stick, sorry Telego not trying to dis hockey. I realized something, the piece of drywall fell off my hand as I started to talk. I laugh even more at the symbolism here. This broken part of the wall, was once part of something big that worked together and functioned as a whole. It is like my "family" we were all one giant functioning group, we helped each other, and watched out for each other, then one giant angry movement breaks it apart. If this is completely and utterly symbolic, then I will be replaced here soon. I think for the good still and it finally hits me, this piece of wall is free form the grasp of the other pieces, I can say eff it to soccer or track, I can take up Judo or Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I can even start training for my goal to make it into the Olympics for karate! Even though I have lost the group that accepted me, I can do what I want again!

Creative Writers...

2010-05-04T11:07:00.000-07:00

Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your class and your blog. I've learned so much from this experience that I will take with me wherever I find myself teaching. Ms. Rut has given me such valuable advice in instruction, behavior management, and incorporating technology. The experience of working with you guys within the classroom has also taught me so much about what actually being in the classroom is really like, that the textbooks I've been reading the last four years could never have prepared me for. The chance to teach a small creative writing class like this is an opportunity not many student teachers get.

Each of you are talented writers.

Each of you will have an exciting, successful future.

Continue to give your best in each class, embracing the challenges with optimism!

Celeste...

The kid who always came to class. We were lost without you those couple of times you missed. You write with eloquence and style. I hope that you will continue to post over the summer.

Telego...

Ohhh, I know this is going to sound crazy...but I will miss hearing all about hockey! I enjoy reading your posts, despite the lack of spellchecking ;)

Go Pens

Ian...

You always have a story...like every 30 seconds! :)

Seriously, keep writing! You have a great talent!

Skylor...

Okay, I talk a lot of smack about your failure to post regularly, but when you do post...it's always well thought out and a joy to read.

Enjoy graduation and good luck in your freshman year. Be sure to read the advice I posted on the Night Spektors.

I will keep logging on and reading your writing! Have a wonderful end of the year and summer vacation! :)

Miss. Cornman

2010-05-04T10:56:00.000-07:00

(blogspot)

Tomorrow Miss. Cornman is leaving. It is probably going to be the saddest day of my life. She is the best student teacher ever and I am going to miss her terribly! I know that I will never forget her and still hope to see her sometime after she is gone because if I don't I will probably cry. I really wish her luck with whatever she chooses to do. I just hope that she will not forget about us. She has taught us a lot and she was really great to go and talk too. She wold laugh at a lot of our jokes, and even tell some of her jokes. (hehe.) Anyways I know that tomorrow is going to be a very sad day for me! :( I am really going to miss you Miss. Cornman! :'(

The oceanfront

2010-05-04T10:53:00.000-07:00

glassy blue water reflecting the sky and surrounds.

no worries.

hearing the seagulls and the crashing waves.

people on the beach.

some locals some out of towner's and just all in general, people happy to be living.

no drama on this piece of island.

just the boredom of the ocean.

not a bad boredom, but a wonderful boredom.

your spirit come alive and just takes in the experience

the breeze goes across your face,

the smell of fresh salt water and kelp fills your lungs.

the suns rays bounce off your skin, giving you the feeling that you could just take a nap.

you are happy to be here.

you are amazed to be here.

you are at the ocean front of your choice.

Nothing

2010-05-04T10:35:00.000-07:00

I grasp for something at my side, but my fingers just pass through the air and clench into a fist. I knew that there was nothing there, but I have an odd notion in the back of my head that tells me that there should be. Someday though, I know that there will be something there. I don't know why, but I do know that something will be there eventually. I continue to grasp at the air futilely, as if confused as to why there is nothing there. As I continue to grasp again and again, it is as though I can almost feel it being there. I don't know what it is or will be, but it will be there.

Miss C

2010-05-03T11:02:00.000-07:00

During these past two nine weeks I have been called demented by Miss C. Now Miss C told me a week ago Miss C said "I LOVE, to play Grand Theft Auto: I stink at the missions so I just kill people, steal their money, take their car, and maybe pick up a... never mind that last part," Now tell, just because I want to beat up a few DBs, and compared to what Miss C does and what I say, who is more demented?

Ambition

2010-05-03T10:45:00.000-07:00

Today

I will not choose to do anything.

I will do only one thing.

I will pursue that goal with blind intent.

I will not succumb to the commercialism of this modern age.

I will not be distracted as is its intent.

I will achieve that goal.

Tomorrow

I could do anything.

But, I'll probably do nothing.

5/3/10 Free Write

2010-05-03T07:38:00.001-07:00

Why can't anyone really understand the thougths that go through a sixteen year old mind?

Why is so complex to really understand the meaning of life and how can one person just worry about today?

You know that you are going to have to face what happens today, tomorrow. It makes no sense. Yes you are suppose to live life day to day and not worry about tomorrow but yet how can you?

Why do people you know have to live so far away?

I mean sure you get to see them once and while but it's not the same as it used to be. Why does everything change? Why can't everything just stop changing?

"Can we just pretend that the airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars because I need a wish right now."- B.o.B

Sometimes you just go threw life so blind and not knowing whats going to happen. Sometimes it's a good thing. But sometimes you like to know what is going to happen next. Like if your on bad and your date is about to do another stupid thing, I'm almost 100% sure that you would like to know what that stupid thing might be.But sometimes you might not want to know whats going to happen. For example, the end of a movie or who is going to score next in the game. Sometimes life would be a lot easier if you had a crystal ball but yet how would be fun.

When life is unpredictable it kinda makes life fun. I mean you don't exactly know who you are going to meet next or who is going to make your day. But yet again it reverses too. You don't know who is going to leave you next or who is going make you see red.

IF you have a big heart it's seems you get hurt a lot more. But once you get hurt so many times, you get to the point were you really no feeling towards the little pity things that would have hurt you. You just learn to deal with it.

That's really how to go threw life once you think about it. you just have to suck up what ever pain your in and put on a fake smile and act like everything is okay when really it's not. Nothing is perfect and we, as humans, need to accept the fact that we are far from perfect. It's hard to understand how people can put down others for the imperfections that they have. If you go threw life trying to please other people, then how will you ever be pleased with yourself? People need to live life without worrying about what other people will think. it's no way to go threw life. The only person that you can really relay on, is your self. When you go to college, who is going to be there to get you up? Not your parents. And who is going to tell you that need to pay your bills?

You need to have will power and not blame everything on everyone else.Your actions, your conqueses. ( sorry I don't know how to spell that word)

Another hing why do we use so many big words? I think that smaller words that mean just about the same thing will get the point across just as easily and quickly as big words.

Maybe the point is to make other people feel stupid.I know when I fight (verbally) with people I use bigger words. It kinda makes me feel powering. I think that when you sware while in fighting , it kinda makes you sound silly. I understand that it slips out once and a while but is dropping the bomb every other word really necessary?

I don't think so.

Yes they may slip but come on people get more realistic.

I nothing else on my mind besides prom.

Why is everyone take garbage on it? Some people really enjoyed and some people hated it. I wasn't there but a lot of people spend there time and money on it. So stop being ungrateful. enjoy life.

So sad...

2010-05-03T06:12:00.000-07:00

Well, I felt that I needed to leave an update entry regarding the status of our class' epic collaborative story I hyped up.

It's not happening.

So sorry to disappoint all of you loyal fans.

4/30/10

2010-04-30T10:37:00.000-07:00

Meeting new people is like trying new food.

Sometimes hen you try to eat new food and it's gross, you normally don't want to eat it anymore.

When ever you meet a rude and nasty person, you normally don't associate your self with those that person any more.

But when ever you meet someone that is pleasant and joy to have around, you normally will associate your self with them later on in the life.

When you meet the person that you like, kinda like your best friend and you live 110 miles away from them, then its kinda hard.

It's like you wish to see them like a summer day. And once you get those days or day, you never want them to go away.

And when ever you do have to say goodbye, you start to wish for those days again.

Living far away from your best friend, it doesn't make the friendship weaker. It only makes it stronger.

Get some common sensess...

2010-04-30T07:30:00.000-07:00

Fiery light reflected in glassy blue water.
Untainted freshness teasing my nose.
Humble waves crashing under perky birds calling.
Soft grains of sand tickling my feat and crisp cool waves coming to soothe them.
Bitter salt with a trace of succulent, sweet strawberries.
Disconnecting me from all restraints, setting me free.

The weather...

2010-04-30T07:20:00.000-07:00

Rain

Peaceful, Cool

Flow, Drizzle, Drip,

Mist, Haze, Heat, Light

Glow, Warm, Intoxicate

Bright, Passionate

Sunshine

Wind.

2010-04-30T07:12:00.000-07:00

Wind

Swift and undetectable

Blow, pass, swirl

Calming, Embracing, Comforting, Listening

Breeze

Feeling like Skylor

2010-04-29T05:52:00.000-07:00

Now I sit in the junior high computer lab staring at my computer screen. Mr. Vaughn is helping kids with thier 1960's project and I sit here listening to my ipod and Pat's outragously loud typing. What should I write? Another venting article, about losing a pint of blood from a hang nail, the fact that I forgot to breath during the 400m race and lost to my friend by three seconds? I don't want to right another crime story, even though it was fun, I just have no idea.

Ha ha Celeste

2010-04-29T05:43:00.000-07:00

I be you all can't figure out what I am writing right now because I am that good. And if you have taken the time to figure it out then good job! Or you have no life. hehe. Love Celeste

PS: it only takes five seconds to translate while using blogger. hehehe

Figure out what I said!!

2010-04-29T05:05:00.000-07:00

I be you all can't figure out what I am writing right now because I am that good. And if you have taken the time to figure it out then good job! Or you have no life. hehe. Love Celeste

Reflecting on Writer's Block

2010-04-28T10:36:00.000-07:00

Why do I never know what to write? During other classes, my mind wanders as I unintentionally ignore the teacher and I stumble upon multiple possibilities for stories. I even have a tablet at home with a paragraph on it that want to continue and if I were to look at it i would know exactly what should go next. But somehow when I come to creative writing classes excited about what I could create, my mind is devoid of creativity. I sit, with my fingers on the keyboard, starring at the blinking cursor. It almost seems to mock me as it appears for a brief amount of time before it disappears like my ideas, there just long enough for me to think, 'Hey that'd be cool,' and then disappearing deep into the confines of my mind. Perhaps, my other problem is that I don't really want to write some frivolous little composition. I want to write something that has at least a scrap of meaning. But, perhaps anything I would write would have meaning since it must have been inspired by something that happened to me and that frivolous little composition would be a representation of that.

Life as a cop.

2010-04-28T10:11:00.000-07:00

We got the call around three in the morning, there was a dead body found on South Street, LA. I hopped into my squad car with Officers Johnson and Matthews. I turned on the ignition and peeled out of the station.

"Was the peel out necessary?" Officer Johnson asked.

"Sorry, I just figured we better get there fast," I replied taking a turn at dangerous speeds. We arrived there a few minutes before anyone else. I opened the door and made sure my gun was strapped to my side, you never know about a crime scene at night. I walked over to the body and looked him over. I pulled some rubber gloves from the box that my partner was holding and put them on. I looked around the body, but besides the trail of blood, nothing seemed wrong. I started to freak out, I've never seen a dead body without a disturbance beside it. I walked back to my group dumbfounded.

"I can't find anything messed up around the body," I whispered ashamed. I was one of the best at finding evidence, but I lost my first round.

"It's okay," Officer Matthews said clasping my shoulders, "everyone has those kind of days." He walked over to the body and a few minutes later, he was back with an excited look on his face.

"Looks like you didn't look hard enough," He said with a triumphant grin. I walked back over the body and looked over it. I saw a bullet wound in the neck and a silenced pistol hidden in the jacket pocket. I stepped back away from the body in fear. How could I miss that, I mean I noticed when my wallet been rooted through because the bills aren't folded the exact same way.

"Don't worry you must be tired," Johnson said digging his hands into his pocket. I looked around something didn't seem right, but I was so ticked off that I had missed something so obvious it didn't click. The other officers arrived with the coroner and went through a slight tag n' bag, picture taking, and bagging up the body. I looked at the pools of blood and something in my head made a small click.

"I don't think a human body can hold that much blood," I stated squatting down looking at the pools of blood.

"You are right," replied Dr. Thompson, "I think that this man was an MMA fighter."

"What has that got to do with anything?" I inquired standing back up.

"I will tell you when I finish the autopsy," he said. I nodded and got back into the squad car, drove to the station, got my truck, and went back to my house. I walked into the house and changed into my pajamas. I plopped onto the bed and looked at the ceiling arms behind my head. I started to drift into the darkness. My eyes opened and closed for what seemed like forever until I fell asleep and dreamed of the crime scene. I looked was looking at the body still freaking out, that I can't figure out the cause of death. I woke up and walked out into the living room, I sat in a chair and looked out into the darkness. I knew something at the crime scene wasn't right, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then the phone rang, my hand shot out quickly and I pulled the cordless phone to my face, it was the station.

"Office Clark," I said into the phone.

"Get here right away," it was Dr. Thompson. I hung up the phone and walked back into my bedroom and grabbed some jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt. I hoped back into my Silverado and drove back to the station. I got a grin on my face as I heard a small click. I walked into the station and started going down the stairs, into the morgue.

"Hello Jack, glad you could make it. The..." I cut off Dr. Thompson.

"The gunshot wound was post-mortem," I interjected.

"How did you know?" Dr. Thompson inquired.

"Something about the scene didn't seem right, I kept dreaming about the scene, until I realized that there was no blood what-so-ever around the gunshot wound," I answered.

"Sometimes I think you are the equivalent of Sherlock Holmes," he replied astonished.

"Did you get anything about the blood loss?" I asked sitting down on his computer chair, rolling up my sleeve and checking my watch. It was five thirty in the morning. I only got five minutes of sleep since the crime scene.

"You were right the that was a lot of blood for one man to lose. He had more blood then most people, and the reason is simple. Or in your case Elementary. He was an underground MMA fighter, anything goes. What they did was they took a pint of blood an let him recharge his blood supply. Then before the fight the would inject the blood back into him so he wouldn't get... what's the word they used now a days?" he rambled

"Gassed?" I guessed. "You mean like winded?"

"Exactly, so he could fight harder and longer for extended periods of time," he finished.

"Okay so we know the cause of death, blood loss, we know that the body has been tampered with, the gun shot wound, and all we need to know is why, when, who." I stated putting my feet on a small metal bin.

"Well, we are having the slug and gun examined by the forensic scientists, I figured out he died around midnight, so all we need to do is find out who," Dr. Thompson said. "Oh, and just so you know, that his the bio hazardous disposal unit. I took my feet off and pushed away from the bin in disgust. I walked back outside and something in my head started to form. I ran back in and up to the forensics department.

"Hey I need to see that silenced pistol used to kill that MMA fighter early tonight," I half yelled half said.

"Here," said one of the workers. I grabbed some rubber gloves and then grabbed the gun. I looked at it and saw something, the gun was clean, too clean to be found in the man's jacket.

"Any prints?" I asked shaking the gun lightly.

"No, which I just now realized why that might be strange, because it was hidden in the fighter's jacket," she said giving her self a light slap on the head. I gave her the gun and walked out of the room into the cyber crime department. I walked into the department to see two people typing away on computers at mach five speeds. I walked in between both of them and looked at the screens. One was trying to find out about any illegal fight clubs, while the other was tracing a phone number.

"Who's number are you trying to trace?" I asked. The computer cops jumped as I spoke and looked at me.

"I am trying to figure out who placed the call telling us about the dead boxer," he said returning to typing on his computer.

"Actually he's an MMA fighter," I corrected.

"Doesn't matter they both punch people," He retorted.

"Okay, so any luck so far?" I inquired.

"No, but we have the call recorded would you like to listen?" The other one suggested.

"Sure, thanks." I said sitting down grabbing the headset. The man on the right pressed a few buttons and some computer program popped up and started to replay the call.

"Nine one one, what is your emergency?" The female operator asked.

"Yes, I have found a dead body in the old ally on South Street," a man said in a disguised voice.

"Thank you for your call, the police will be there shortly," the operator replied, the terminated the call.

"There is something unnatural about his voice," I said setting the headset down and wheeling my chair towards the computer cops again.

"Can you run his through a voice mixer-upper for me?" I asked pointing towards the headset. The computer guy on the left rolled his eyes and pressed more buttons on the computer. The voice was ran through a million different pitches, tempos, and many other things. Finally the voice clicked correctly and it was Officer Matthews. I kicked my chair behind me and took off rocketing towards the door. I jumped into my desk and called Officer Matthews.

"Get down to the station right away," I said into the phone, then hung up the phone. Officer Matthews came in and I was going to find out why he placed the call.

"Can you tell me what this mad says right here?" I asked him handing him the head set and pressing play.

"Yes, I have found a dead body in the old ally on South Street," Officer Matthews said. I clicked the stop button on the tape recorder and took it up to the computer cops. They analyzed the two voices and nodded. We had our guy.

"Officer Taylor Matthews you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can not afford one, one will be given to you," I read him his rights and took him up to interrogation.

"Why did you kill him?" I asked sitting across the table from him.

"Because I was jealous," he shot back.

"Why?" I interrogated slamming my hands on the table.

"Not of him, of you. After I got paired up with you, I became a joke, no one wanted me on any cases, only you," He hissed. "I was on the force twice as long as you, and now you just come outta no where and steal my job, I wanted you to fail, to quit."

"That's a confession by my standards," I replied walking out of the interrogation room.

"Tell me how did you get me?" He asked me nowing it was all over.

"You can disguise your voice, but not your breathing patterns," I replied shutting the doors behind me.

The life of a spy

2010-04-26T10:56:00.000-07:00

I am now stuck between a rock and a hard place. I had decided last year I was going become spy for the CIA, NSA, FBI, Homeland Security, something to get me out of here. Yesterday I was up at Bob Evan's with my mom and sister, who had just got home from Pittsburgh, and some soldiers were there eating dinner. Mom started talking to them and started to bring up other military jobs.

"What about spies?" I asked quietly.

"Yea they have those, but I don't recommend this career choice," The soldier on the right said.

"Why not?" I replied.

"You will be away from family for months, years, on end, you have to keep out of trouble, and you can't trust anyone on the planet," He replied.

"Okay thanks for that info," I said and started to think. Now here is my dilemma I really want the life of adventure and glory. I want to go out and have adventures in other countries, I would love to crash through windows and save the world. I need that thrill, not even the thrill, I want that thought knowing I saved people from certain doom. I want to run away from armed guards and jump off a cliff with some secret Russian technology. Plus the thought of fame and glory don't hurt my dreams. Now on the other side, I don't want to leave everyone I have started to care for. I know I will have people to take care of, I mean even I would like to settle down and maybe have a family, but I will never be able to do that while fighting off terrorists. I know even here I could do stuff to change the world. I could teach future soldiers hand to hand combat, or become a police man for a major city, but I don't get to go from country to country with dangerous risks everywhere. If I ever get that chance to maintain a relationship with someone that will go down the drain as soon as I get my first mission. Yet that thought that I could make a difference, go on numerous adventures, and action around every turn. I like to believe that this is what I need to do, not for the world, for me. I am tired of living the life of some sixteen year old boy who all he does is go to school, track, home, karate, or soccer. Then rinse and repeat. I have, almost, been forced to become a creature of habit. Something exciting needs to happen really quick, I can't just sit here wondering what would a life of action and adventure. I was dead set on being a spy, or heck even an assassin like Jason Bourne. I was willing to give up everything for adventure. Now that I think about it, I would get away from all of the problems that this small town has given me. I would get away from all of the people that think I am nothing, worthless, or just a tool for them to use and throw aside. I could get away and prove to myself, and them that I am someone that can do something great. I have this urge to do something great, so people will say "Look it's Ian Carroll," not "Are you Jim and Derita's son?" I have gotten that ever since I have been able to go to school here, or go to the mall somewhere else. Everyone says it would be great to have parents that know everyone, so they can get away with anything and everything. Sure I can do that, but also I have spent the last five years of my life trying to establish some identity for myself. Now I am just a joke to everyone. Every since I started being the "Karate Kid" people have begun to realize that they can do anything to me and get away with it, because if I fight back then I some how managed to do karate. What sucks the most about it is that I can't fight back. You know that urge you get to hit others when you're mad? Yea I can't do, I have to bottle that up until it is about to burst, then I just let it out. I get this urge to kill something, yet not someone. These urges just screw me over, since I can't take this urge out on other people I take it out on inanimate object. For instance at soccer I try so hard to kill the soccer ball, that I just look like a... donkey... and the soccer ball just sits there and doesn't have a scratch on it. Karate sometimes I get so, peeved, that when I''m sparring I lose control and they put me against the black belts, who beat the heck out of me which just makes me even more ticked. I think my reason to be a spy, in the end, isn't to be a hero, it is to beat the life out of people. People that don't deserve to live, people that only use others to gain in there own evil ways. I could care less in the end how it affects the entire world, maybe the less peeved Ian Carroll wants to save the world, but this Ian Carroll just wants bloodshed. He wants the ones who make others suffer, suffer even more then the ones that make others suffer. This Ian Carroll is what I think I really am. That nice Ian is just someone who lets others go about and be happy, so they don't have to deal with problems. I need the life of a spy, cut off from everyone else. I hate other people so much, no matter how much you seem to help people; wether it be you take the blame for someone's bad break up, or you help get rid of everyone else so they can "date" someone else, you will never get help from them.

4/26/10

2010-04-26T10:36:00.000-07:00

Today has been a bumming day.

Nothing has really happened like at all.

The rain has been on and off.

Its seems like a perfect day to sleep.

Too bad for cheerleading tryouts.

It will be over at five.

And really IC? Did you not read my post about bullying?

Ugh. IC you really need to read that.

Oh well..

It is time to make this day awesome.

Anyone know when the next Penguins game is?

Sterotypes in Literature.

2010-04-26T07:15:00.000-07:00

Mr. P. Alaback Honnister is a rich man.
Rich with jewelry, luxury and admirers.
Some would say he was lonely.
That his money didn't satisfy all his emotional needs.
That he donates to all charities
And has had his heart broken by many dolls.
And rumor that he wants to kill himself during the warmest, longest summer evening.

Mr. P Alaback Honnister would like it to be known
that he "hates all of you sniveling poor loony gossipers
and he's going to get his mafia and his scarlet ladies to seduce you
and get rid of you in a dark alley
where you and your family will never see happiness again."
if any more of this continues.

Mr. P Alaback Honnister is a confident man.
Who likes to put people in their place
and use his money to do so.
And don't go around romanticizing him like that.
Or you'll be forced to type words such as these
with a gun awkwardly and fatally placed near your person.

Bullying

2010-04-22T10:35:00.000-07:00

It's stupid and pointless.
Why would you waste your time and risk getting into trouble?
Nobody is better than anyone!
We are all equal.
So please, everyone just stop acting like snobs and learn to get a long with everyone.
Stop calling each other names, stop texting people saying mean things and get over your self.
Bullying has great effects.
Look at the girl in Massachusetts. She killed her self because people bullied her.
No one helped her out and that really effected her family.
So if you see someone getting pushed into a locker or if you see someone being bullied, step up and have a voice to stop it!
Don't be a jerk and laugh at it. Stop it .
Got it?

Location

2010-04-21T10:41:00.000-07:00

(National Geographic.)

Look at this picture, what do you see?
Do you see a place so peaceful and relaxing that you would never want to go back?
Or do you see a place that looks like paradise but really it's like lord of the flies?
What does this picture mean to you?
What does this picture even mean to me?
To me I see a place that you wouldn't have to worry about what you looked like or what you did.
This place to me, has no rules.
It is kind of like a dream that you have.
It's kind of like a sweet escape when you are too stressed out.
This place has a name.
A name that I do not know.
But this place is beautiful.
Maybe even magical.
Hopefully one day, I'll be in this place.
Floating and enjoying the ocean breeze.

Road to Lord Stanley (2009)

2010-04-21T07:22:00.000-07:00

Yes I'm sure that there are better videos out there. But I really like this one because it rewinds to 2008 when the Wings won in game 7 at the igloo.

hmmm??

2010-04-21T05:57:00.000-07:00

*wordpress*

Tugging at the corners..

Trying to get free..

No one to help me..

Where am I?

What has happened?

Where do I go?

I want to escape..

I want to be free again..

Who will help me?

Light creeping in..

Light footsteps heard..

Who is there?

Don't Drink Splode!

2010-04-20T10:46:00.000-07:00

In a world world of splode...

If negative effects were immediate maybe our world would be far healthier. Would people

risk physical harm for a high. I guess that there would be some people that would take the risk. It

is like that now for some drugs because there is a risk of death when you use it. However, those

people would be far more shunned than todays drug users are. Drug free people wouldn't have to

deal with the effects of being around drug users. But, that would be a more ideal world than ours.

Being Sick

2010-04-19T11:07:00.000-07:00

Sitting

Staring

Stuck

What can I possibly do

I could move

But I won't

That would bring me pain

Is is worth it

To get to stop the faucet from dripping

Drip

I can't hear anything else

I get up

I take five steps

My chest explodes into a coughing fit

There I stand

Gasping for breaths between head rattling coughs

Finally I stop

I carefully make my way to the sink

Making sure I exert as little energy as possible

I stop the dripping

I make my way back to my chair

I sit down

My chest sore from the coughing

Then for the rest of the day

Sitting

Staring

I get very annoyed...

2010-04-19T10:47:00.000-07:00

Annoying..

People acting like jerks.

People acting like they're better.

People acting immature.

Annoying..

People who talk constantly.

People who scuff their feet.

People who talk about video games.

Annoying..

So many people.

So many things.

And so many freaks.

FREE WRITING

2010-04-19T10:40:00.000-07:00

I dashed up the wooden stairs, onto the illuminated stage, grabbed the Mona Lisa, and made a break for the huge glass window. I used the backside of the painting to break through the glass as I flew through it. I watched the glass rain down onto the pavement and I was next. I rolled across smoothly not even roughing up my tuxedo.

"Give that back!" A man yelled.

"Okay, just let me finish my job," I said walking away.

"I will find out who you are and I will get it back!" He roared.

"I'll five you a hint; my name is Parker, Daniel Parker!" I yelled with a little bit of arrogance. I took off in a mad dash with the painting in hand. I reached the end of the cliff and leapt off the edge. I looked around and pulled the rip cord on my parachute and got jerked up. I floated quietly to the ground and pulled out a laptop. I flipped it open and hacked into the spy network and made a new file. I called it Agent Daniel Parker, he died jumping off the cliff trying to crack the Da Vinci Code. I saved the file, pulled out a fake Mona Lisa, and burnt it on the spot. I started to walk away smiling, I pulled off what no master thief could pull off. I pulled out a book and flipped through the pages showing different techniques on stealing and escaping. I wish I knew who wrote this, because this guy was a genius. A man was in front of me his palm held out.

"Give me my book," The man said.

"What you mean this," I said giving the Thieves' Codex a slight toss.

"Yes, I don't know how you got this, but it belongs to my family," He replied.

"How about you don't leave your possessions lying in the middle of a park," I retorted.

"Ha ha ha, your hilarious, I know it was in my house, under a laser grid. Didn't your mommy and daddy teach you not to steal?" He asked cockily.

"Aren't you the one after the Thieves' Codex" I shot back. I knew I needed to escape. So I grabbed a small little clip from my pocket and attached it to the book. I then threw the book to the man, just to see it explode into a ball of fire and smoke. I took off running past the guy and jumped into a small canyon. I poked my head out to see the man running in the other way. I started to jog off in the other direction. I started to climb up the canyon and saw a flare get shot into the sky and a helicopter lowered from the sky and a ladder repelled down. A few seconds later the later rolled up and the helicopter took off into the sky.

"What an idiot," I said pulling the real Thieves' Codex out of my backpack. I have three copies in the bag at all times, along with the real one. Why didn't I just give him the fake? Well, I have found out that it has a small code that I can use to decode certain priceless pieces of art, which can lead to various treasure coves around the world. I walked away opening the book yet again to find the page on the Mona Lisa. I saw the picture and started to translate the glyphs.

"T-t-to find the secret cov-e, cove. Tear this per-fect gem and you will have to d-i-g, dig, deeper," I stuttered out. I sat on the dirt and ripped the frame open and looked at the picture.

"This is a beautiful piece of art and I will have to rip it in half," I said sadly. See, as a thief I have a deep appreciation for art work. I was planing on giving this back the public. I looked around and saw the guards from the black market auction looking for me. I rolled up the painting and attached the frame to my bag and took off running. I looked at my watch and saw that the boat that was going to pick me up was off the next cliff. I gave a quick look behind me and the guards must have seen me so I took started to hoof it to the boat. I jumped off the cliff and I went into a skydivers fall. I pulled down on my tie and my suit's electrodes started to power up. The suit expanded and became like a giant parachute and I slowly drifted onto the boat. I pulled the tie again and the suit returned to normal, and I landed with a soft thud onto the boat. I looked as my pal Nathan walked out of the cockpit and he looked at the painting.

"Why do you do this?" He asked.

"Whadda mean?" I asked back at him.

"Why do you steal?" He replied.

"Not for the money, glory, or the fact that I have done the impossible, but that doesn't hurt. I do it for that risky feeling, that rush of adrenaline, that feeling that I may fail. That fact that if I screw up I will be killed," I replied with a smile.

"Great! You're an adrenaline junky," Nathan said rolling his eyes. "I have known you for seventeen years and, yet, I know nothing about you."

"Really? I can describe you in three words," I stated with a grin.

"Okay go, Mr. Know-it-all," he replied crossing his arms.

"Okay now four; sequacious, smart, clever, and childish," I replied taking a seat.

"What does sequacious mean?" He asked looking bewildered.

"Okay first off I want to swap smart for full of questions. Sequacious means you like to go with the flow," I said.

"I do not!" He mumbled getting defensive.

"Then why do you help me steal?" I asked trying to trap him into admitting it.

"For money and the fact that I helped steal something great," He whispered.

"So for money and glory?" I inquired reclining the chair back.

"Yeah, you're good at this game," He said admitting defeat and he walked back into the cockpit and the boat took off. I walked down into the hull of the boat and laid the painting on the table.

"Nathan, get down here!" I yelled. I heard the inner workings of the ship start to shift and Nathan walked down stairs. The steering wheel came down out of the wall, along with the throttle. Nathan looked at the painting and whistled.

"What do you need?" He asked leaning over the painting with me.

"I need to find out what it means to 'Tear this perfect gem?''' I mumbled smoothing the edges of the paper.

"Why don't you check the frame for a jewel or something," Nathan replied. I unattached the frame from my backpack and set it on the table and looked at the frame. Nothing was there. I looked picked up my magnifying glass and even used it to check the frame even more. And still nothing to be seen. NOT DONE!!!!!!¡¡¡¡™£¢∞§¶•ªº–≠“‘πøˆ¥ƒ∂®≈ƒ∂ç√˙∫∆˚¬

Oh Crud,

2010-04-19T10:37:00.000-07:00

Oh crud I forgot to unplug the flatiron . well there goes the flat iron.

Oh crud Kenny Chesney isn't touring this summer.

Oh crud I love trampolines. I think that if I do one more back flip, I'm gonna get sick.

Oh crud to the summer days.

Oh crud to the things that you forget to do.

Oh crud to the things you love to do.

Oh crud if the penguins lose the series.

Oh crud to everything.

Man the phrase Oh crud is being over used just a bit.

Early Thoughts as I Travel

2010-04-19T07:02:00.000-07:00

graceful leap over the steps
through the indecisive weather chill.
and thinking how much i love the crisp ice wind
but miss the windows down in my car.

clumsy desperate run down the walk.
my black ballet slippers shifting
threatening to fall off and make me a cinderella
with a painfully chilly foot rather than a prince as my consolation.

force open the garage door.
dodging the spider's trap in the upper right hand corner.
you sly chicane arachnid i win.
and will now leave with my dignity.

jump awkwardly into the car.
by golly the steering wheel is made of ice
if i warm it with my biothermic powers, would it melt and render useless?
yet, my steering can't get worse, would it even make a difference?

cruise down the road.
serenity through the fields, trees and houses.
across the river, and the hill, down the lane.
and at my destination it will cease.

Driving

2010-04-15T10:54:00.000-07:00

Window down, wind blowing, sunshine shining

One hand on the wheel, the radios up.

Singing along with the my favorite tune.

" If your coming with me, really coming with"

Little freak by Usher with the bass blaring.

Stunner shades on, looking into the street. Driving.

Driving on a road on that has no end.

With a car that never needs gas.

And I just keep driving.

Father and father away.

Day 5: Twins

2010-04-14T09:53:00.000-07:00

Day 5: Twins

"You are Marcus Miles, a Courier and you need to get rid of Irene Alder, got it?" A deep voice said.

"I understand," I said slipping the shotgun onto my back.

************************************

I felt a searing pain and screamed, as the darkness started to lift. I was seeing, but everything was a blur, I was mostly seeing lights. I tried to push up, but the searing pain splashed over me. I screamed and shut my eyes. I awoke and this time, I could see better then ever. I pushed up to see Irene looking at me in shock. She held a half empty vial in her hand.

"How am I alive?" I asked looking around.

"This vial, I stole it from one of the guys that attacked me, this is the reason you are delivering me to your leader," She said shaking the vial.

"What is it?" I asked snatching if from her hand.

"Can't you just say, 'Thank you from using this little chemical mix to save my life, Irene,'?" She replied trying to grab it from me.

"No, what is this thing? I would really like to know," I said swatting her hand away.

"It brings life back to the dead," She replied. I looked at my left arm and smiled. I grabbed the cast and pulled until the metal peeled away from my skin. I poured a little of the mix onto my arm, but it just dripped off. Then I just tossed the rest of it back and hoped for my arm to fix. My arm got really warm, but nothing happened after that.

"So it looks like it only works once," I said smashing the vial. I grabbed the cast and it mystically reformed to my arm.

"You are Marcus Miles, a Courier and you need to get rid of Irene Alder, got it?" A deep voice said.

"Who said that?" I asked loudly.

"Said what?" Irene inquired.

"Didn't you hear that?" I mumbled.

"Apparently not," Irene retorted. I shook my head and jumped into the car and waited for Irene. I pressed my back against the seat and pain shot done my back, the skin was tender from where the explosion hit.

"So, this thing I just drank, they could use this to bring back anything, or anyone they wanted..." I started to trail off. They could Hitler brought back the world's most demented people, Hitler, Stalin, The Huns, and many more. Then it hit me like a truck. That lab I planted the C4 in back a few years ago, the people talked about their prototype Project Z. What if this weird potion thing, was to resurrect this thing. As soon as Irene got into the car I drove to the drop off point. We arrived in Pennsylvania without another problem. When I got to the drop off point there was a man waiting for us with a shotgun and ski mask. He pulled the trigger and the windshield shattered. Glass sliced through our skin with ease, I closed my eyes and used my hands to protect my face from the glass. Irene and I jumped out of the car and looked at the man.

"Hey we are one of you guys," I said showing him the Project Chameleon suit. He just fired off another round and I used the car door as a shield. I turned invisible and ran to the other side to find Irene.

"Hey, just use the suit," I whispered.

"How?" She asked frantically.

"It is in sync with your brain waves, so just think about it," I said. I sprinted from behind the car, and he fired another shot. I rolled across the ground to avoid any of the buckshot.

"How did he see me, there was no way he could have heard me running," I whispered as I stood up. I thought quickly. I grabbed my pistol and fired a few shots his way. He put up his arm and a thin shield ejected from his wrist blocking the bullets. I ran forward and jumped at the guy as the shield retracted. I landed on top of the guy and ripped off his mask and what I saw was disturbing, it was me. They had successfully cloned a human being, and that was me. I wasn't the only one in shock, the clone was in shock also.

"Who are you?" I interrogated. The clone growled and spit in my face.

"Wrong answer," I said picking up his head and bouncing it off the ground. Blood started to flow out of the crack in his skull and he looked a little confused.

"Who are you?" I asked a little more furious.

"I am Marcus Miles, a Courier sent to kill her," he said nodding his head towards Irene.

"That can't be true, I am Marcus Miles," I said getting off him.

"No they said you were Daniel LaRusso and you were dead, that you betrayed the Resistance," He yelled throwing a punch at me. I caught his arm and twisted it around. NOT DONE!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡

Day 4

2010-04-12T09:54:00.000-07:00

Day 4

We drove for five hundred miles, how do I know? Because Irene talked so much that I counted mile markers out of boredom. She talked about her life back in LA and her family and friends. What her friends and her did and so on and so on. She started to tell me what she looked for in men.

"Okay listen I have had enough, if you think we are friends don't think that. I am just making sure you get to the drop off point alive!" I yelled in anger. Irene's mouth had finally shut and I could focus. So I had three muggers, now two muggers, to worry about. They had seen my face and injured me. What if they told their superiors? I would be in deep trouble with The Elites. What if I just compromised the Resistance? I was in deep thought when Irene spoke again.

"Um Mr, LaRusso, I have a question," Irene said.

"What?" I answered coldly.

"How many lives have you taken?" She inquired.

"One, that was the mugger, spy, person," I retorted. We arrived in some city in North Dakota around noon the next day. I was driving down a small road and everyone kept looking at us. One person stepped in front of us and held me at gun point.

"Get outta the car!" He yelled pressing the gun muzzle against the glass. I opened the door and stepped out. The guy lowered his gun and I attacked I grabbed his gun aimed it away from us. I grabbed his head and cracked it off the top of the car. I picked up the unconscious body and laid it on the side walk. I jumped back into the driver's seat and continued to drive like nothing happened.

"Did you kill him?" Irene asked.

"No, he will wake up with one heck of a headache though, I said pulling onto a highway. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw something out of the ordinary, no one was driving behind us. I locked the doors and turned off the radio that was playing softly.

"Be quiet, something's not right," I said looking around. Suddenly there was a thud on the car and the man in black was standing on our car. I slammed the break and sent the man flying. I jumped out and set the car into safe mode.

"We meet again," A deep robotic voice and I said in unison. The man stood up and looked my way.

"Good," we said grabbing our guns. We whipped our guns out and shot off one round. My bullet was stopped by his, or did my bullet stop his? I shot off the rest of my clip in sync with his shots. Our bullets stopped each other. I dropped my gun and started to attack him. I threw a punch with my right, but he deflected it with a left handed punch. I threw a kick with my left leg, he threw one with his right. I pushed him away, but his hands pushed on mine also. I stopped and took a step back, and so did he. I drew my knife and so did he. I waved my hand and he did to. Our fight was like that game where one person was a mirror and copied the other person's moves.

"Irene get out here," We both said. Irene got out of the car and looked at me confused. "Punch him," We said pointing at each other. She punched the man in the face with a little hesitation. As the punch hit him my my head was thrown back with an invisible force. We are almost like the same person. Wow it is like a bad Jackie Chan movie. I charged the guy and jumped over him. Well I tried to vault him, but he ran and jumped to so we just collided in the air. We feel down and I rolled across the dirt, along with him.

"Hey, Irene, go pull off this man's helmet and look for anything linking us up," I said. Irene went up grabbed his helmet, but the guy reacted. He threw a right hook at Irene, but my arm didn't move. "So his moves don't affect me, but his pain and my moves are the same thing?" I said scratching my head. Then I saw it, he didn't scratch his head. I lunged forward and he stepped, back. I threw punch after punch, and he started to use regular blocks. This man finally countered and I caught the punch and broke his arm. He grabbed his arm and pushed the forearm down, and locked his elbow back into position. This guy must be on some major painkillers. I drew my knife and swung for the guy's throat, and I caught it. He fell down and started to bleed black blood. I dipped my fingers into the substance and rubbed my fingers together, that isn't blood. I grabbed the helmet and tore it away from the person. What I saw was a robotic face, Now I went from a Jackie Chan movie to a Bruce Willis movie.

"Three...Two...One," The robot said. I dove in front of Irene and took the full force of the explosion. I made it halfway to the drop off point, just to fail...

Should I stay or should I go?

2010-04-09T10:42:00.000-07:00

Beaver or Knox,

Which should I choose?

Beaver has so much more.

So many places to go and so many people to see.

I have so much more family in Beaver and I have so much more fun when I'm down there.

With Pizza Roma as my job. The people I work with are incredible too. Sam, Will, Max, Kevin, Zack and Zach. Oh and I forgot the manger, my Auntie Carol.

The activities and the conversations that are done and said at Pizza Roma cannot be told.

Anyways.

Knox, well there is really nothing here for me but cheerleading. Yes, I have my mom and Wes but thats about it thats up here. You have to go long ways to go to get to anywhere good. Like Butler or Outlets.

I just don't know. Maybe I miss my family. I simply don't know.

Hopefully I get it this figured out before try outs.

I just don't want to eave my mom. But I want to be closer to my other family too.

Creative Writing Dilemmas

2010-04-09T05:43:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there was a girl named KT. She would awake each morning and get ready for school. When she would get to school she would stand with all of her friends and talk away. She had all these dilemmas though. She had so many guy problems. She really liked these two guys named SW and IC. She just couldn't decide between these two though. IC always made her laugh and she would sit with him at lunch. Although SW was the rebel because he thought he was better then everyone else, and was too smart for anyone. He digged KT though because he thought that KT would look good at his side. What was KT to do? Who was she to pick? She had Creative Writing with the both of them, which they would sit there and fight over her for the whole class period. She would sit there everyday and sigh while trying to think about what she should do. Finally, IC and SW told her in Creative Writing class one day that she had to choose SW between one of them because they were sick of waiting for her. She didn't know what to tell them, so they said she had to let them know by Creative Writing class the next day. That night she sat in her room and thought about what she should do. She liked them both so much, and she didn't want to choose just one of them, but she knew she had too. The next day when she awoke she was worried about what she had to tell IC and SW. She went to school and tried not to think about it for the day, but there was no way of avoiding it. All of her friends tried to help her, but each of them had different opinions about IC and SW. It was the end of 10th period and she knew she had Creative Writing next so she started to panic. When she walked through the door SW and IC were sitting there staring at her. They walked up t her and said "Well, who is it going to be?" She panicked more and said just give me another moment. When she sat down and got her thoughts back together she knew she had to tell them. She finally spoke up and said I want to be with IC. IC then jumped for joy. He couldn't believe that KT had choose him. SW stormed out of the room saying that he didn't need her or school because he is to smart for them anyways. KT and IC then started dating and did everything together. KT still had thoughts about SW every once in a while, but never saw him because he quit school to go and do bigger and better things. He just thought that he was the most amazing person ever, but what do I know I am just the narrator!

Where Frustration Leads...

2010-04-08T07:21:00.000-07:00

I stare at you keys.
Keys to words. Words to thoughts. Keys to thoughts.

Fingers laced. Brow furrowed. Eyes alert and piercing you.
All those stereotyped thinking mannerisms.

I think. I ponder. I wander. I'm lost.
And its been twenty minutes.

And I've not thought a thought genuine enough.
Not inspiring enough. Not talented enough. Not enough.

So keys, who are worthless without a lock for you to open (ha.), I blatantly hate you.
And maybe I'll move on to the number two choice, the #2 pencil.

But instead I will settle for mediocracy.
And let the guilty weight be on you, keys, for lowering my standards.

7:01 in Callensburg on a Tuesday Morning...

2010-04-07T07:32:00.000-07:00

I looked down.
What perfect example of the degeneration of intelligence.
Here in this hick town of trees and cows and horses,
(who, which i may suggest,
are plotting against passing people and cars
on a daily basis)
The suppossed reining creature
Has just spat toothpaste at the most precisley calcualated angle
to land diametrically...
on her pants.

Codicil in Lyrics?

2010-04-07T07:02:00.000-07:00

In this cold world.
Of speed, antipathy, and gloom.
In each person a seed of Patience.
If only could now bloom.

The static and the noise
And minds so very dense.
Could ease the slightest bit..
Away with this pretense.

And in a man's windows
Whether green, brown, or blue
You could then see a piece of God
Staring back at you.