Thursday, February 23, 2017
when i figured out how make my poster with no notes.....
I lost my notebook for my social studies project. I was very scared mainly because I needed that notebook to put as much info as I could in it. I talked to my friend. I looked at her house and nothing. I couldnt find anything! It was over, no notes, no project. Thinking, thinking, thinking, and I got it! I know what I'm going to do now! What were the notes talking about in the religions? While I was writing I couldn't stop! I wrote more notes! Writting more on my poster, I completed it! Ever since then I always remember. Never take your school work to your friends house!
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Look Past What Has Never Been Seen
To discover what one wishes, one must look at all things with enough love and attention to discover in them what has never been seen before.
To concentrate more then ever, to heed on what you believe is love, worship, and passion. Listen beyond the sound and unleash what has not been heard.
When I first saw this photo, all I saw was just a boy and his dog! If you really look past just the dog and boy, you will see that they really understand each other and can't go long without being alone. Normally dogs don't "hug" you like that, all my dogs do is jump and bark. What I really saw was that the boy was gone longer than the dog wanted. The dog can only go so far, but somehow the dog managed to reach far enough. When I see this...I see love between two totally different living beings.
RAMBLING AUTOBIAGRAPHY
I was born in Grand Junction.
Not a penny to my mom's name, so I was forced to live with my grandmother for three years.
Then I finally moved back with my mom and we moved to Manitou Springs. She enrolled me in a school and I thought it was very great, but it was not.
After a few months people started to bully me and it was worse at home. My mom started drinking every night and not coming to home and waking me up.
And I got bad grades cuz I got no sleep.
Finally, it got to the point to where I could not take it anymore. I had to find a way to release the pain.
So I sat in the bath tub and cried it all out.
Not a penny to my mom's name, so I was forced to live with my grandmother for three years.
Then I finally moved back with my mom and we moved to Manitou Springs. She enrolled me in a school and I thought it was very great, but it was not.
After a few months people started to bully me and it was worse at home. My mom started drinking every night and not coming to home and waking me up.
And I got bad grades cuz I got no sleep.
Finally, it got to the point to where I could not take it anymore. I had to find a way to release the pain.
So I sat in the bath tub and cried it all out.
Friday, February 17, 2017
Expiration Date
Dear World, 7/16/17
Yesterday I discovered the feeling of mortality.
I, Joanne Brook, was supposed to die yesterday.
I wish immortality was not as frightening, and
I wish I could indulge in the long prosperous
life it would entail. Though it seems fear is my
weakness at this point. To anyone reading this,
I am not a witch, in fact, the thought makes me
cringe. I was simply a victim of fate. I do not
know the cause, but as it stands, I am dead.
I wonder if my memory will live on? and If
I may see it. I plan to retreat. To leave humanity
behind, and voyage into the unknown. I am not
coming back. I am not afraid...
Joanne read over what she wrote. Each swoop of cursive letters seemed wobbly, and uncertain. Her blank stare burnt into the paper. She questioned what her life would become. What she would do. She hasn't told her friends, co-workers, anyone. She has been locked away.
Where would she go? It's not exactly normal for a dead woman to rent an apartment. She buried her face in her hands. Starting to sob.
Had fate F-ed up? Why HER?!
Joanne was on the verge of screaming. Silent sobs rang through the empty house.
Why did everyone meet their proper fate, but not HER?
She didn't fear death; she feared life. Death was a loss of burdens, pain, strife.
She was pained with the thought of living. Not living like a normal person, she was living like a captive animal in the shadows.
The letter on the table gained dark spots as tears slammed onto the paper. Parts of the shaky cursive smeared.
Joanne separated her face from her hands, both having the sticky residue of tears. Her puffy red eyes glared at her digital clock. The bright green numbers were blinding. 4:03 am, it had been four hours. Her whole body trembled. Her throat was hot; it felt like she had swallowed a mouthful of blazing marbles.
Her chest throbbed.
Her eyes burned.
Her hands shook.
And then she was numb.
Yesterday I discovered the feeling of mortality.
I, Joanne Brook, was supposed to die yesterday.
I wish immortality was not as frightening, and
I wish I could indulge in the long prosperous
life it would entail. Though it seems fear is my
weakness at this point. To anyone reading this,
I am not a witch, in fact, the thought makes me
cringe. I was simply a victim of fate. I do not
know the cause, but as it stands, I am dead.
I wonder if my memory will live on? and If
I may see it. I plan to retreat. To leave humanity
behind, and voyage into the unknown. I am not
coming back. I am not afraid...
Joanne read over what she wrote. Each swoop of cursive letters seemed wobbly, and uncertain. Her blank stare burnt into the paper. She questioned what her life would become. What she would do. She hasn't told her friends, co-workers, anyone. She has been locked away.
Where would she go? It's not exactly normal for a dead woman to rent an apartment. She buried her face in her hands. Starting to sob.
Had fate F-ed up? Why HER?!
Joanne was on the verge of screaming. Silent sobs rang through the empty house.
Why did everyone meet their proper fate, but not HER?
She didn't fear death; she feared life. Death was a loss of burdens, pain, strife.
She was pained with the thought of living. Not living like a normal person, she was living like a captive animal in the shadows.
The letter on the table gained dark spots as tears slammed onto the paper. Parts of the shaky cursive smeared.
Joanne separated her face from her hands, both having the sticky residue of tears. Her puffy red eyes glared at her digital clock. The bright green numbers were blinding. 4:03 am, it had been four hours. Her whole body trembled. Her throat was hot; it felt like she had swallowed a mouthful of blazing marbles.
Her chest throbbed.
Her eyes burned.
Her hands shook.
And then she was numb.
Life's hard decisions
He did it for himself...
So sorrowful, the saw in hand. Remembering when he was young and made fun of that one man, that one man he'd soon become. It was over, he was freed. Legless, but free, he had become an amputee.
She did it for herself...
To prove them wrong, she ran so far away. Not a goodbye or farewell. To leave the sheltered home she grew up in, to learn the true suffering of the real world. To understand many points of view. And that was the decision she would soon begin to rue.
They did it for themselves...
They as in us, we do it for ourselves. Everyday, thinking about how it will help us and rarely think about the aftereffect or what we do to other people. Such a simple concept we think we do, but we don't. Decisions are like rivers flowing free, each bends consequences affecting me.
So sorrowful, the saw in hand. Remembering when he was young and made fun of that one man, that one man he'd soon become. It was over, he was freed. Legless, but free, he had become an amputee.
She did it for herself...
To prove them wrong, she ran so far away. Not a goodbye or farewell. To leave the sheltered home she grew up in, to learn the true suffering of the real world. To understand many points of view. And that was the decision she would soon begin to rue.
They did it for themselves...
They as in us, we do it for ourselves. Everyday, thinking about how it will help us and rarely think about the aftereffect or what we do to other people. Such a simple concept we think we do, but we don't. Decisions are like rivers flowing free, each bends consequences affecting me.
Utter hopelessness
Inward
I fell within myself,
and nothing could pull me out.
Lost inside the sorrow of my soul.
Unable to see the light, unable to see the dawn,
to feel, to hope.
Falling deeper and deeper into an urge to desire,
to love.
Fragments of the past flicker back into my imagination
continuing to make my mind hazy.
I fell within myself,
and nothing could pull me out.
Lost inside the sorrow of my soul.
Unable to see the light, unable to see the dawn,
to feel, to hope.
Falling deeper and deeper into an urge to desire,
to love.
Fragments of the past flicker back into my imagination
continuing to make my mind hazy.
what would I grab in a fire
What I would grab in a fire is my guinea pig because he means a lot to me. I would not just let him die in a fire. He also is a calm guinea pig. Also I have never had a calm guinea pig, and it would be really sad to lose him. If I had time I would get him out of my house as fast as I could. That's what I would grab in a fire. Of course I would like to grab all of my guitars and CDs and tapes that are vintage. Some of those are replaceable to an extent, but my guinea pig is not replaceable.
Fantasy Novel Chapter 1
Hi guys. While waiting for you to comment on Silvius' Story, I was working on a fantasy novel. Here is the first chapter. I would love feedback.
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An ancient, all-seeing eye snapped opened in the dark cave. Servius had awoken from his millennia-long slumber. His rider was coming.
Zane awoke in a cold sweat. He had had that dream again;the dream he had been suffering for the past year. He wondered what it meant, if anything. It was always the same story.
He began the dream in a gloomy chamber with a single torch in the middle. Around the outside were thousands of pathways. He always picked out a different one, as he remembered what was down the others. However he still died in many ways. Down most of the hallways, he died in combat. In others he died to dragon fire. In still more he fell or was knocked off the back of his own dragon. But no matter what, it was always the same result. He died.
Zane walked out of his bedroom and down to the bathroom, where he splashed cold water on his face. He couldn’t figure out why he kept having the dream. He had talked to his dad, who just said that it was nothing. He had even spoken to people about how to stop having the dream, but those people merely said the dream meant something. He debated about the dream a bit. This time he had been walking up to a huge castle before he was struck by lightning, even though there wasn’t a cloud in the sky! He walked out of the bathroom, and started getting ready for school.
By the time he got to the bus stop, the dream was still bouncing around his head. He sat next to his friend Sam on the bus.
“Have that dream again?” Sam asked.
“You betcha. I can’t figure it out.”
“What happened this time?”
“It started out the same, so I went on an awesome adventure like most times. This time I died to a phantom lightning bolt.”
“That sounds astonishing. Not the dying part I mean, but the adventure part.”
“I know, but dragons don’t exist, and we aren’t in the medieval ages anymore. I merely wish I could stop having it.”
“Yea. At least we have something to think about during the lecture today.”
“That’s always fun. Mr. Denholm has the worst lectures.”
They promptly moved on to lighter topics, and soon they arrived at school. As they predicted, Mr. Denholm gave a boring lecture, and Zane thought about the dreams the whole time. He mostly thought about how to stop them, because they were interfering with his sleep schedule. After class he was talking with his friends in the hallway, and Sam brought up the dream once more. That led to Zane explaining his dream, and then another friend, Lukas, said he might be able to do something about it.
“About that,” he said, “my uncle-in-law just recently returned from his trip. He is an expert at figuring out dreams. He could help you at least figure out why you keep having this dream, if not stop it.”
“Excellent,” Zane responded. “Can I come after school?”
“Sure. I’ll let my uncle know.”
The remainder of the day passed uneventfully, with the thought of finally figuring out the dream filling his head. He knew it was likely false hope. He had been to countless others, and was still no nearer to figuring it out. But even so, there was that tiny part of him that thought this might be the time. Time appeared to slow down as the end of the day drew near, but eventually the bell rang. He met up with Lukas after school.
“My uncle’s house is walking distance,” Lukas told him. “Let’s hike there.”
They walked down the road, talking about many things, but most notably the dreams. Before long they reached Lukas’ uncle’s house. His uncle greeted them at the doorway.
“Welcome,” he pronounced. “Come in. We have much to talk about. My name is Eduarow, but you can call me Ed.”
“Has Lukas told you about my dreams yet?” Zane inquired.
“Not much. Only that you were dreaming of going on adventures in a fantasy land. I need to take you to a private room where we can sit and talk about the dreams.”
They walked upstairs, and entered Ed’s office.
“Stay out here Lukas,” Ed said. “I need to talk to Zane in private if we are to figure out this dream.”
They walked inside the room, and it was surprisingly bare. There was only a small wooden table with two chairs. The walls were pure gray, as were the ceiling and floor. It was hard to tell where the corners of the room were. They walked over and sat opposite at the table.
They walked inside the room, and it was surprisingly bare. There was only a small wooden table with two chairs. The walls were pure gray, as were the ceiling and floor. It was hard to tell where the corners of the room were. They walked over and sat opposite at the table.
“Tell me about your dream,” Ed commanded.
“Well, it starts out in a gloomy chamber with tons of passageways around it, and down each of those passageways is a different adventure. But I die down all of them.”
“Have you tried them all yet?”
“Not even close.”
“Okay. There is something I need to tell you. Don’t interrupt me, no matter how unbelievable it is. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“The place you are dreaming of is a real place. It is a world that exists alongside yours. It is that world that is an inspiration for almost all “fantasy” books. The authors of those book all scratch the surface with their subconscious minds. The realm they see is called Algasia. It is a realm of magic and adventure. The place you start your dream is called the chamber of the oracle. In that chamber, you can see all the paths you can take in Algasia.”
“Okay. Umm, I have tons of questions.”
“Fire away.”
“How do you know all this? Why did you call it my world? Why am I in the chamber of the oracle? And most importantly: Why aren’t you in an insane asylum yet?!”
“Calm down, Calm down. I know that it sounds crazy, but to answer your questions I’ll need to take you way back....
Our world started in a strange way. It was inhabited by nothing but dragons. They warred among each other with their unfathomable magical abilities. The most powerful of them could take the shape of a human to concentrate their power. The problem was that it made them weaker. So the true wizards created a whole race of humans to inhabit the world, thinking they could hide in the masses. But the wizards made one mistake. They used too much magic. Some of the humans inherited the extra magic, and they came to be known as half wizards. These half wizards were hundreds in number, and they fought against the dragons who turned their world into a wasteland. The wiped out the dragons, and slowly half wizards filtered out of the population. Now a half wizard is a rare sight, but people soon discovered trans-dimensional gateways that led to this world and others. One of the trans-dimensional gateways slowly solidified into the chamber of the oracle. A prophecy came floating out of of the portal at the last second. This prophecy said that one day a dragon would return. He would be would be one of the ancients who created our race. He would fight alongside us with a person from another realm to help defend against a great evil. It said that we should watch the gateways until someone dreamt of the temple of the oracle. They would come to us and we could take them into our realm. I was appointed the warden of this realm. That is all I know.”
Our world started in a strange way. It was inhabited by nothing but dragons. They warred among each other with their unfathomable magical abilities. The most powerful of them could take the shape of a human to concentrate their power. The problem was that it made them weaker. So the true wizards created a whole race of humans to inhabit the world, thinking they could hide in the masses. But the wizards made one mistake. They used too much magic. Some of the humans inherited the extra magic, and they came to be known as half wizards. These half wizards were hundreds in number, and they fought against the dragons who turned their world into a wasteland. The wiped out the dragons, and slowly half wizards filtered out of the population. Now a half wizard is a rare sight, but people soon discovered trans-dimensional gateways that led to this world and others. One of the trans-dimensional gateways slowly solidified into the chamber of the oracle. A prophecy came floating out of of the portal at the last second. This prophecy said that one day a dragon would return. He would be would be one of the ancients who created our race. He would fight alongside us with a person from another realm to help defend against a great evil. It said that we should watch the gateways until someone dreamt of the temple of the oracle. They would come to us and we could take them into our realm. I was appointed the warden of this realm. That is all I know.”
“How can I be sure you’re telling the truth? And even if you are, I can’t do all that.” Zane inquired while looking around for hidden cameras.
“I’m not sure either. There is no immediate threat, and you seem quite young. But nevertheless, I can show you Algasia. That is why this room is so barren. It exists trans-dimensional.”
“Okay,” he humored, “let’s go.”
Suddenly everything went dark. 10 seconds later the lights came back on. The room looked exactly the same.
“Wowww, the lights went out. That’s amazing.”
“Be sarcastic if you want, but let’s go out the door. Shall we.”
Zane trudged out the door and was surprised to walk out into bright light. He looked around and noticed he was standing on a hill. There was a large sign post at the base of the hill, and a small village situated around. He saw a couple horses on the horizon and the road was not paved. He was obviously not in modern times.
“Now do you believe me?” Ed said snapping Zane back to consciousness.
“Yea.”
“Let’s head down to town. We need to introduce you to everyone and get you trained at the soldiers' camp. You should also pick up some gear. I’ll help you.”
“What about Lucas. Won’t he come looking for us?”
“I forgot to tell you. We can return to the instant we left no matter what. Just don’t die and you’ll be fine.”
Zane suddenly had a huge flash of deja vu. This was where all the dreams started. He didn’t doubt anything anymore.
“Then let’s go.” He responded.
They walked down the hill and Ed schooled him on the currency along the way.
“Our currency is unlike yours. We use things of actual value. Most people use copper coins, 10 of which equal a bronze. After that 25 bronze is a silver, and 50 silver is a gold. You’ll need to know this so you can buy supplies. I have plenty of money so I will give you some before we part ways. For now, I’ll cover your purchases. You will need a weapon, a horse, and some other things. We will need to figure out what type of warrior best suits you. To do that we can go to the soldier training camp. First though I’ll need to talk to the lord of this town. Tell him the prophecy came true.”
They reached the village and were stopped at the gate.
“State your business,” The voice at the top boomed down.
“I am the warden of Earth. My name is Eduarow and I have the prophesied one. I will need to talk to the lord. What is his name these days?”
“I apologize, you haven’t come to town in centuries. I didn’t recognize you. The lord’s name is Gadyar. He will be happy to talk to you right away.”
“We will also need accommodations while we buy supplies. We would prefer them to be in the soldiers' camp so Zane here can learn.”
“That can be arranged. Welcome to our town.”
They walked through the majestic gates and were greeted by another guard. He took them to the residence of Gadyar where they waited outside of the small tower for him to be ready to see them. After what seemed like hours, Gadyar walked out the door.
“Welcome back to town, Ed. I see you have the prophesied one. Hopefully he’s not a mistake like the last two. Come in. Let’s test Zane.”
“Hold on a second,” I recoiled. “What mistakes are you talking about?”
“Ed didn’t tell you? There have been two others that were said to be prophesied that failed the test. One of them was from earth.”
“What do you mean by failed?”
“Killed. Now let’s go on in. It’s a long test.”
“Wait! What? You just expect me to go along with a test that could kill me. You must be crazy!”
“I’m afraid you really have no other choice. I thought Ed would have explained this to you. You can’t enter Algasia if you don’t take the test. Our universe is not for sight seeing. Now you can take the test or be executed.”
“You can’t do this to me! I have rights!”
“Which you waived by entering Algasia. I’d like to see you take a different dimensional being to court. Now take the test for a chance of dying, or die anyways!”
“Fine.”
Zane reluctantly trudged into the house and they sat him down in front of the fireplace.
“This part won’t hurt a bit. We will perform an ancient ritual that will show your most beneficial future to Algaisia.”
Servants carried a bowl over to the fireplace and sprinkled the dust in it all over the logs. Then they took out two impossibly clear crystals and struck them together once for a flurry of sparks. One of the sparks caught the wood into a bright purple flame. The flame then started to change colors, flickering between green, yellow, red, black, purple, and invisible. Gadyar started chanting.
“Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar.”
Ed joined in and Zane saw the colors flicker faster. He also felt inclined to join in, and soon the words overpowered his will and he joined in. Now all three of them were, faster and faster, chanting the words.
“Ofel kadyar”
The fire blazed hotter than ever and took a deep shade of black.
“Ofel kadyar”
The fire sunk to the logs and disappeared.
“Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar”
The logs started shimmering.
“Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar”
The shimmering hardened into a image.
“Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar Ofel kadyar Ofel—”
Suddenly, the air of magic in the room vanished. The image became one of Zane walking along a meadow. There was a huge castle wall in front of him. He recognized this scene. This was where he was right before he got hit by lightning in last night's dream. It seemed like years ago. This time though, the bolt came down and was simply deflected by a wave of Zane’s hand. He kept walking in spite of being pelted by deadly objects, and reached the wall. He walked into the castle and the image stopped.
“Wow!” Gadyar exclaimed as the vision ended.
“Yeah,” Ed replied. “Turns out our little friend here is a half wizard. I don’t seem to recognize that castle though."
“I did,” Gadyar replied. “It was the castle of Servius-The Creator of Man.”
The Ice Breaker
His skates weaved in and out as he cut through the last line. Finally, since 1999, the Colorado Avalanche were in the Stanley Cup Finals. He cut, took his stick up for a slap shot glove side, and bam!... he scored! The crowd was going wi—
"Liam are you ready up there? Your game starts in an hour."
"Yes mom, I was uh, just getting ready." I better introduce myself, the name is Taylor, Liam Taylor. The Colorado Avalanche are my favorite team; they're not the best, but I will always support them. NHL 17 just came out and I love it. They rated the avalanche quite high which is very satisfing. I shot downstairs and threw on my jersey and pads. (I'm one of those kids that dresses before the game) I'm only an amateur, but if we win this game, I'd be in the NHL draft.
Skates laced up, ready to go, I jumped onto the ice. I instantly made a spinarama across the ice and high fived my best friend, Keith. We were both first liners. Him being a left wing and me and in the right.We were the definition of dynamic duo. Combined we had 34 goals, 21 assists, and a whole lot of fans. None of that would matter if we lost this game.
The quick drop of the puck and we were off, the rapid on-ice pass to our defenseman, who flicked it to Keith, and with one swift moment and slapped on net. There was the first goal.
"It's time for the dynamic duo to strike again bud! Great goal." I yelled excitedly at Keith. It all seemed to be going so well until the third period. 2-1 up, we were killing them. 10 minutes to go. Back and forth hockey is what it was. We were getting tired, but luckily a dump of the puck got us a line change. As we were skating off, the goalie cleared it, and their striker had a one-on-one with the goal tender. He scored, with a goalie getting an assist.
2 minutes left they were on the attack, and another goal. We had no choice but to put in an empty net. 3-3, tie game. We could just not attack well. They were on the attack once again, with an empty net, but I dived, and barely blocked the slap shot. With my face...
That would never phase me in a championship game. I hopped up and with my face bleeding I sprinted down left ice. I cut, just like the video game, I winded up. Before I could, the ice literally broke under me. I hit the ground hard, but again, it was an extremely important game. While on the ground, I threw my stick across the ice. It didn't hit the puck clean, but clipped it enough to deflect it and make it go five whole on the keeper.
Even though the buzzer was blazing, I couldn't help myself up, I just laid there. Carried off the ice by a stretcher. I only realized we won when everyone burst into my hospital room to celebrate. I saved the team apparently. Was I really going to be an NHL bound player? I thought to myself.
Draft day, 2023, I was excited as I could ever be. What really made me shutter, shutter with happiness, was watching my name coming 3rd overall. The pick was by the one, the only Colorado Avalanche! This was the greatest day of my life, it was finally happening. Standing up there with my Av's jersey was amazing. 4th overall was Keith! The Detroit Red Wings...
"Liam are you ready up there? Your game starts in an hour."
"Yes mom, I was uh, just getting ready." I better introduce myself, the name is Taylor, Liam Taylor. The Colorado Avalanche are my favorite team; they're not the best, but I will always support them. NHL 17 just came out and I love it. They rated the avalanche quite high which is very satisfing. I shot downstairs and threw on my jersey and pads. (I'm one of those kids that dresses before the game) I'm only an amateur, but if we win this game, I'd be in the NHL draft.
Skates laced up, ready to go, I jumped onto the ice. I instantly made a spinarama across the ice and high fived my best friend, Keith. We were both first liners. Him being a left wing and me and in the right.We were the definition of dynamic duo. Combined we had 34 goals, 21 assists, and a whole lot of fans. None of that would matter if we lost this game.
The quick drop of the puck and we were off, the rapid on-ice pass to our defenseman, who flicked it to Keith, and with one swift moment and slapped on net. There was the first goal.
"It's time for the dynamic duo to strike again bud! Great goal." I yelled excitedly at Keith. It all seemed to be going so well until the third period. 2-1 up, we were killing them. 10 minutes to go. Back and forth hockey is what it was. We were getting tired, but luckily a dump of the puck got us a line change. As we were skating off, the goalie cleared it, and their striker had a one-on-one with the goal tender. He scored, with a goalie getting an assist.
2 minutes left they were on the attack, and another goal. We had no choice but to put in an empty net. 3-3, tie game. We could just not attack well. They were on the attack once again, with an empty net, but I dived, and barely blocked the slap shot. With my face...
That would never phase me in a championship game. I hopped up and with my face bleeding I sprinted down left ice. I cut, just like the video game, I winded up. Before I could, the ice literally broke under me. I hit the ground hard, but again, it was an extremely important game. While on the ground, I threw my stick across the ice. It didn't hit the puck clean, but clipped it enough to deflect it and make it go five whole on the keeper.
Even though the buzzer was blazing, I couldn't help myself up, I just laid there. Carried off the ice by a stretcher. I only realized we won when everyone burst into my hospital room to celebrate. I saved the team apparently. Was I really going to be an NHL bound player? I thought to myself.
Draft day, 2023, I was excited as I could ever be. What really made me shutter, shutter with happiness, was watching my name coming 3rd overall. The pick was by the one, the only Colorado Avalanche! This was the greatest day of my life, it was finally happening. Standing up there with my Av's jersey was amazing. 4th overall was Keith! The Detroit Red Wings...
My favorite place in my house
My favorite place in my home is my room because my room is really big and I can do a lot of creative things such as write draw, paint, play guitar, and read. I also love to find vintage clothes that are hidden all over my room. I spend hours upon hours in my room. but that is my favorite place in my room.
LIKE
I like watching movies and doing all of the things I love. I like swimming in the north pole. I love playing video games. My favorite game is GTA5. I love football, but it's over this season. I like playing 4 square at lunch with people.
Basketball Season Is Offically Over
My basketball season ended Febuary 14, 2017 with a huge loss. We lost by about twenty-seven points. We played our hardest though. Towards the last few minutes we were kinda giving up which made the other team fight more for the win. The season started off amazing nine and 0 then we lost our first game to Vanguard. Then CSCS, nine and two, then Monument Academy nine and three. It was bad. We were still third in the league and made it to the semi-finals. We were proud and happy we made it this far. I'm going to miss my team and playing with them.
The Very Fat Man
Have you ever heard of the story of the man that weighed 60 million thousand pounds? He was too big to live in Earth, so he had to be moved to a different planet. For food every day, he has a 500 foot long subway sandwich every minute. His wife is trying to come with him, so she's trying to get fat. Sadly, she died last week from eating too much.
It's been two years since the fat man went to a different planet. The government has decided to use the fat man as a weapon. They gave the fat man a diet, so he could at least fit in earth. He was once 60 million pounds, and now he's only 10 million pounds.
It's been six years. The fat man has done great. The president said that every soldier and citizen in the United States would have to become fat.
The population was once 318 million people, now there's only three people. The fat man, the president, and this random civilian who is really skinny. Everybody else died from being too fat. Now you get to hear the exciting story of the FAT MAN!
The three people were walking until they heard this really weird sound. Before I go any further, I should say that all the fat people mutated into this really big ugly monster, okay back to the story. They were pretty sure it was a dog, but all the dogs were dead and it doesn't exactly Sound like one. It kinda sounded like a fat guy eating something. They looked behind them to see if he was eating.
"It's your turn to climb up there," said the president. "
Fine, I will go!"
The skinny man never found his way down, so he had to live in a belly button. Everyday, the two people saw horrible, horrible things. One day the president had to spend the night in a fat man's carcass while the fat man used china as a bed. But when the fat man woke up, he was nailed to the ground by the president. He said that he meant for this to happen.
He meant for everybody to become fat, mutate, and work for him. The fat man saw that an army of fat men were coming to execute him. The fat man got up and ran away. He was running at 0.5 miles per hour. But since he was huge, he moved pretty fast. He ran to New York. He's been wanting to go there for years. He's kinda been in New York. When he goes to sleep, his feet are on New York City. The president was in Paris with his army. He knows that the fat man is in New York because he put a tracking device on the very skinny man, because he lives in the fat man's belly button.
The president sent troops of fat man to find the fat man. It wasn't really hard because the fat man was huge and was not hard to spot.
"Take him to the pit," said the president.
The fat man woke up in this really small pit. There was a window with people inside looking at him, even the president. The fat man wanted to kill the president.
"Remember your wife," said the president.
"She did not die from eating too much, I killed her."
"NOOO!" Cried the fat man.
The fat man climbed out and grabbed the president. Then the fat man and the president were never seen again. We don't know if the fat man is dead or here. But he was a hero. A fat, fat, hero.
It's been two years since the fat man went to a different planet. The government has decided to use the fat man as a weapon. They gave the fat man a diet, so he could at least fit in earth. He was once 60 million pounds, and now he's only 10 million pounds.
It's been six years. The fat man has done great. The president said that every soldier and citizen in the United States would have to become fat.
The population was once 318 million people, now there's only three people. The fat man, the president, and this random civilian who is really skinny. Everybody else died from being too fat. Now you get to hear the exciting story of the FAT MAN!
The three people were walking until they heard this really weird sound. Before I go any further, I should say that all the fat people mutated into this really big ugly monster, okay back to the story. They were pretty sure it was a dog, but all the dogs were dead and it doesn't exactly Sound like one. It kinda sounded like a fat guy eating something. They looked behind them to see if he was eating.
"It's your turn to climb up there," said the president. "
Fine, I will go!"
The skinny man never found his way down, so he had to live in a belly button. Everyday, the two people saw horrible, horrible things. One day the president had to spend the night in a fat man's carcass while the fat man used china as a bed. But when the fat man woke up, he was nailed to the ground by the president. He said that he meant for this to happen.
He meant for everybody to become fat, mutate, and work for him. The fat man saw that an army of fat men were coming to execute him. The fat man got up and ran away. He was running at 0.5 miles per hour. But since he was huge, he moved pretty fast. He ran to New York. He's been wanting to go there for years. He's kinda been in New York. When he goes to sleep, his feet are on New York City. The president was in Paris with his army. He knows that the fat man is in New York because he put a tracking device on the very skinny man, because he lives in the fat man's belly button.
The president sent troops of fat man to find the fat man. It wasn't really hard because the fat man was huge and was not hard to spot.
"Take him to the pit," said the president.
The fat man woke up in this really small pit. There was a window with people inside looking at him, even the president. The fat man wanted to kill the president.
"Remember your wife," said the president.
"She did not die from eating too much, I killed her."
"NOOO!" Cried the fat man.
The fat man climbed out and grabbed the president. Then the fat man and the president were never seen again. We don't know if the fat man is dead or here. But he was a hero. A fat, fat, hero.
Basketball 🏀
Swish.
We score at 4th quarter. 1:0. It's the others teams ball. They pass it I catch it.
I shoot, and score! 2:0.
Its their ball they shoot, and score! 2:1. 10 seconds left.
I shoot. I score! 3:1.
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Victory we win.
"That was a intense game. Wouldn't you say Bob?"
"Yes. It was boring at the beginning, but at the end it was awesome! So good night folks, have a great night."
We score at 4th quarter. 1:0. It's the others teams ball. They pass it I catch it.
I shoot, and score! 2:0.
Its their ball they shoot, and score! 2:1. 10 seconds left.
I shoot. I score! 3:1.
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Victory we win.
"That was a intense game. Wouldn't you say Bob?"
"Yes. It was boring at the beginning, but at the end it was awesome! So good night folks, have a great night."
My thoughts on the Google Pixle
Oh, great a new phone! Well, let's have hope for this one, and hopefully it's not like the iPhone 7.
The Google Pixel is basically Googles iPhone, but is it better?
Coming in at a whopping $649 for 32GB, it has to be good. The Google Pixel has a very nice camera that is very clear. You can also Facetime on your Google Pixel with people that have apple products. Which is a nice touch if you don't like apple, but your friends do. You can make cool custom cases for Google Pixel that can have one of your
photos on them! So that's pretty cool.
The Google Pixel is not waterproof at all. It won't even stand a splash of water. So that's one thing the I-Phone 7 has that the Google Pixel does not. But I think I still like the Google Pixel better because it has a better camera then the I-Phone 7. So that's a plus for all you photographers. It also has a headphone jack.
photos on them! So that's pretty cool.
The Google Pixel is not waterproof at all. It won't even stand a splash of water. So that's one thing the I-Phone 7 has that the Google Pixel does not. But I think I still like the Google Pixel better because it has a better camera then the I-Phone 7. So that's a plus for all you photographers. It also has a headphone jack.
The Google Pixel has a very nice built in helper. You can ask it stuff like, "Do I need sunglasses today?" All you need to do is say, "Ok google." It also has very long battery life that can run for about six hours. It has a fingerprint scanner so you can make your phone even more protected. You can also load up any page very fast.
I think the I-Phone 7 is a better phone for every day activities, and the Google Pixel is better for photography. I still think the Samsung galaxy S 7 is better for every day activities because it's waterproof. But the biggest plus is that they won't blow up like the Galaxy note 7.
So do I think you need to buy this phone? No. Do I think its a good phone? Yes. I think it would be worth buying if you like photography and don't like IOS. It does have a nice camera that is better then the i-phone 7 after all. So it's all up to you.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
My Job Here Is Done
This is a text conversation in the wee hours of the morning between my 17-year-old son and me.
A Thousand Splendid Suns is a book that he was assigned to read for his AP Lit. class.
This screen shot is my proud mom moment, the moment I can truly say, "My job here is done." I know it isn't, of course, and I've still got to get him out of the house, through college, and hopefully into a nice grown-up world of his own. But what I mean by "My job here is done" is that he has the something I always hoped he would have: a love of literature that can drive you to tears (not to mention drive you to stay up until 4:13 AM!) It's one of the greatest joys in life.
If you have experienced it, I would love to hear your stories in the comments. Do you remember reading a book or having a book read to you that elicited tears? What books? What age were you?
PS> And yes, it does bug me that Grant didn't put a question mark after "tomorrow". :)
I'm slowly adjusting to no end punctuation marks in texting. Slowly. Very Slowly.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
A Horrible Daydream
He's walking toward you with his dreamy eyes, your heart starts beating faster and faster, but then it stops. He hands you a note... You watch him walk away before you unwrap it, and you read.
Dear Alexandria Mayflower,
I have been crushing on you for a few weeks now and thought it would be time to spill out my heart. I would like it if you would accompany me to the dance, and I will tell you how I feel when we are there.
Love,
Cameron Johnster
You look back at him and nod your head up and down.(Meaning yes)!
It's the 9th (aka.the day of the dance).
You're in class watching the seconds tick by, tick, tock, tick, tock... Then sending a wave of shock through your body, the bell rang. You stood up and raced to the door, but something stopped you in your tracks, actually someone. They yelled your name. It was Mrs. Korowal. You turned around and felt 23 beating eyes looking your way. Mrs. Korowal stuck out her pointer finger and used it to beckon you over to her desk. She then looked at the rest of the class and said the two words you should have waited for, "Class dismissed." As soon as the room was dead silent again, she looked at you and demanded, "Where do you have to be so soon?"
"Umm... I am going to my friends house before the dance... To get ready together!"
"Okay, have fun! Oh, and don't make that mistake again!" She declared.
You turned around, to see nothing but Cameron waiting for you. He grabbed your hand, and pulled you along his side.
You led him to your locker, grabbing your stuff and careing it outside. You two hadn't spoken that whole time. He walked you out, and you hopped into your friend's car. He watched your car fade away into the distance.
You then arrived at the dance in a baby blue dress, and him in a navy blue tuxedo. It was the last song of the night. You wanted to dance with him, but he hadn't asked you. Your favorite song came on- Fresh Eyes.You saw the spotlight on you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and you danced together. Then he pulled you in real close... But he said, "Alex, Alex, Alex." Then you felt something grab your shoulder, but no, someone. It was Mrs. Korowal shaking your shoulder trying to wake you up. You were sitting in class and everyone was looking your way.
That's not even the worst part, the worst part is...
you talk in your sleep.
Dear Alexandria Mayflower,
I have been crushing on you for a few weeks now and thought it would be time to spill out my heart. I would like it if you would accompany me to the dance, and I will tell you how I feel when we are there.
Love,
Cameron Johnster
You look back at him and nod your head up and down.(Meaning yes)!
It's the 9th (aka.the day of the dance).
You're in class watching the seconds tick by, tick, tock, tick, tock... Then sending a wave of shock through your body, the bell rang. You stood up and raced to the door, but something stopped you in your tracks, actually someone. They yelled your name. It was Mrs. Korowal. You turned around and felt 23 beating eyes looking your way. Mrs. Korowal stuck out her pointer finger and used it to beckon you over to her desk. She then looked at the rest of the class and said the two words you should have waited for, "Class dismissed." As soon as the room was dead silent again, she looked at you and demanded, "Where do you have to be so soon?"
"Umm... I am going to my friends house before the dance... To get ready together!"
"Okay, have fun! Oh, and don't make that mistake again!" She declared.
You turned around, to see nothing but Cameron waiting for you. He grabbed your hand, and pulled you along his side.
You led him to your locker, grabbing your stuff and careing it outside. You two hadn't spoken that whole time. He walked you out, and you hopped into your friend's car. He watched your car fade away into the distance.
You then arrived at the dance in a baby blue dress, and him in a navy blue tuxedo. It was the last song of the night. You wanted to dance with him, but he hadn't asked you. Your favorite song came on- Fresh Eyes.You saw the spotlight on you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and you danced together. Then he pulled you in real close... But he said, "Alex, Alex, Alex." Then you felt something grab your shoulder, but no, someone. It was Mrs. Korowal shaking your shoulder trying to wake you up. You were sitting in class and everyone was looking your way.
That's not even the worst part, the worst part is...
you talk in your sleep.
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
The Old Indian
His eye
His sad, sad right
eye. The left,
he lost in the war-
fighting for his people.
It was a long, long time
ago. He was younger
then, and believed
in everything.
Now there is nothing left
to fight for, and he's not even sure
that he was right.
The wooden beam of his home
(the tree he axed and heaved and hewed
with his two strong hands)
Now holds him up.
He ponders the past, those days of conviction,
when the blood of his veins raged for revenge.
Now he hopes simply to live another day.
One eye missing
One button missing
One thumb missing
He's lost so many things, but gained others --
wrinkles,
scars,
gray hairs.
It's so difficult to smile.
His sad, sad right
eye. The left,
he lost in the war-
fighting for his people.
It was a long, long time
ago. He was younger
then, and believed
in everything.
Now there is nothing left
to fight for, and he's not even sure
that he was right.
The wooden beam of his home
(the tree he axed and heaved and hewed
with his two strong hands)
Now holds him up.
He ponders the past, those days of conviction,
when the blood of his veins raged for revenge.
Now he hopes simply to live another day.
One eye missing
One button missing
One thumb missing
He's lost so many things, but gained others --
wrinkles,
scars,
gray hairs.
It's so difficult to smile.
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Time
Time...time is a beautiful, but cruel mistress. I would know I was the one that stopped time.
Many dark cold years ago there was a winter that seeped across the world. With out sun a world without warmth. Humanity was in the middel of watching its own down fall. Car horns beeping the sound of screaming now a daily acurance. Thou the walls of compassion and joy had crumbled down. The world was only worried about time. I however was angered with time for she took everything from me. My wife, my son, and my world. I was over come with thought and emotion I would find her and she would regret what she had done. I knew I would have to go to the biggest clock I could think of. I took the first flight to London.
The same thing here. Mass chaos! Men, Wemon, children all running horns honking. I thought I would need a descise to get into Big Ben but, they let me right in. I found her in the gears. I was captivated. I spent what felt as long as a life time staring at her flaming locks of auburn hair. Her creamy smooth skin made me therst for sanity. Her eyes oh her eyes bluer then the sky yet, there was a mystery in them that not even Sherlock homes could solve. Her lips longed for embrace like a rose to water. the only thing that pulled me away was the faint ticking nawwing at my ear. Her clothing was that of an areopostle hoodie and faded jeans. I leaped at her hopelessly thinking nothing of it. Meaning to grab her my hand slipped. I hit my head on a gear. When I awoke she was limp and I held in my hand a small pocket watch. I opened it but saw everything. The sky, the people... My people. Then everything stopped. The horns were no longer honking the hearts were no longer beating the sky no longer becoming dark. Just scilance from all around. Not even the wind dared to whistle nor howl.
I now sit in my leather chair, thinking of that faithful day. No one knows no one remembers, because the world was in that watch and now I can't start it up again.
Boom, crash
Bricks stacked one by one
The rain is coming
Boom, crash
Clouds swirling
The moon is up
Stars shining
Clouds disappeared
The rain stopped
The sky is blue
Stars are gone
The sun is up
The moon is gone
Swirling clouds in front of me.
Monday, February 6, 2017
🌾🌾Memory🌾🌾
When I was younger I can remember my mom and dad telling me to move a pile of wood into the next bigger pile. I was only about six years old and I was really really windy for me at that age. I started with the little peaces of wood and chuck then to the next pile. I then started getting to the bigger peaces of wood and then all of a sudden a big blow of wind would cetch the 2 by 4s and throw me back a little after about the 7th 2 by 4 I looked down and small there was a spider. And O GOSH. I through it down like it was on fire. I then started patting down the whole outer layer of my clothes to make sure there were no more spiders. Remember it was very windy. My hair was in my face, and dirt was getting on my eyes. I was so scared of spiders that every time I picked up a 2 by 4 I would flip over every peace to make sure the spider wasn't still there. I knew it was somewhere because I didn't see were it went after I through the wood. It took me so long flipping the peaces of wood over one by one when walking over to move the wood after inspection. After all the work my mom and dad told me that they only wanted me to move the tiny peaces, and not the 2by 4s. Get this! They got pthe whole proses on vedio too! The struggle! LOL
Friday, February 3, 2017
He did it for himself
He did it for himself.
An act, that when being viewed from an exterior perspective
would seem selfless.
But I know him.
His persona is one of smoke and mirrors.
He does his job,
not for what it means,
not for the cash.
He does it for self validation.
He married his wife,
not for love,
but because he needed to fit in with his brothers.
He changed the world,
not to better it,
not to worsen it.
He did it for himself.
He does not live,
he does not laugh,
he does not love,
and he does not let his feelings be known.
This man is poisoned!
Tainted with the ideas he must uphold
and the standards he must meet.
His wife does not know,
nor his son,
nor his daughter.
They know not of the pain,
nor the strife.
They know not of his happiness,
his pleasure,
his pride.
But I do.
An act, that when being viewed from an exterior perspective
would seem selfless.
But I know him.
His persona is one of smoke and mirrors.
He does his job,
not for what it means,
not for the cash.
He does it for self validation.
He married his wife,
not for love,
but because he needed to fit in with his brothers.
He changed the world,
not to better it,
not to worsen it.
He did it for himself.
He does not live,
he does not laugh,
he does not love,
and he does not let his feelings be known.
This man is poisoned!
Tainted with the ideas he must uphold
and the standards he must meet.
His wife does not know,
nor his son,
nor his daughter.
They know not of the pain,
nor the strife.
They know not of his happiness,
his pleasure,
his pride.
But I do.
Thursday, February 2, 2017
The Backyard
I was born in the height of 2004. My favorite holiday was my birthday. I was a selfish little girl. I first lived in Peyton Colorado. Peyton was great! We had horses, dogs, a donkey, fish and 4 acres of land. My favorite spot at that house was the swing set. I would swing higher than the birds could fly. I turned the age of three when we moved to Fountain Colorado. My young Fountain house was huge with a backyard as big as a football field. It had a basement as large as 30 elephants combined. My favorite place at that house was beyond the fence in the backyard where a creek ran into the thicket of the woods. At the age of ten, I moved to Manitou oh boy, oh boy was Manitou great! I had been going to Manitou School since I learned the alphabet. My house in Manitou was peaceful with a bay window as a happy as a duck getting bread. My house was huge, but the backyard was smaller than 20 hippos combined. Manitou has been my favorite place to live out of them all!I love Manitou!
The Kid
There was this kid. He was playing with some feathers, until the wind blew them away. They blew into this dark tunnel, and its not the best place to go. There was really bad stuff down there. If the kid had gotten closer to them, they would cut off his hand. Everything that they did was not good. He was not afraid so he went to get the feather anyway. He's going to die, and he ended up dying anyway!
(Editor-In-Chief) From What I Know, This Is About Basketball
Dribble, dribble, shoot! 8th grade team win again! Wer're undefeated... 8-0.
Friday Febuary 3, 2017 our 7th and 8th grade teams play an undefeated team. 8th grade A team has been training hard, hard, HARD for this team. We put in time and effort plus the sweat and tears. On Wednesday's game we lost one of our best players... Ash. She sprained her ankle, she had gotten tied up with the other player, and they both fell. But... Ash couldn't get up.
I cannot wait for this tough team, I'm ready to win this game for Ash!
autobiography
When I was born my head was huge.
My screaming was heard all over the world!
I like mint ice cream, and my dad's homemade ribs. I never really knew what I wanted to be when I grow up.
Just a few years ago, I wanted to be a scientist, but that only last for a few months.
My parents are divorced and have been divorced for a long time now and I'm living with my mom now. We have moved more times than I can count.
But my dad has only moved three times in the last 15 years.
Right now he lives in this really nice house in Colorado Springs.
While my mom has lived in Manitou Springs for four years, Manitou Springs is were I go to school now.
And I am very happy here and I think my mom is too.
Discover
Upon a hillside watching as the days carelessly roll by, every second turns into a minute, a minute into a hour, an hour into a day.
Watching the clouds drift by, no hurry. Me, longing to understand their ways, the ways thay see the people underneath them so tiny, not able to do them any harm. I want to indulge in their freedom, their prospective of the world, craving to get a glimpse of the impulse.
So I sit restlessly always having the urge to discover.
Watching the clouds drift by, no hurry. Me, longing to understand their ways, the ways thay see the people underneath them so tiny, not able to do them any harm. I want to indulge in their freedom, their prospective of the world, craving to get a glimpse of the impulse.
So I sit restlessly always having the urge to discover.
word collage
Hello my name is H. R. Zepplin. I'm in a band and I love art. I'm a very different person. I like heart shaped boxes, mints, coke and mac and cheese. My favorite drink is Kool-Aid. I record music off cassette tapes and CDs. I like turtles and guinea pigs, and I write in a different way. I like dreaming writing, reading, drawing, and staying at home. I'm VERY picky. All I eat is mac and cheeese, potato chips and I drink coke. Then I never can get to sleep at night. I try not to leave my house but our family travels all of the time. So my life is pretty interesting.
Fragments of Life
I can still smell the dusty, moss-filled house I played in when I was young. The many frequent lectures from my parents still crisp as daylight. I still laugh when I think of the time I tried rollerblading indoors and broke a cabinet door. It saddens me when I think of my beloved grandmother's funeral and how naive I was at the time. And I'll never forget the first time I got scolded for putting tinfoil in the microwave yet, I continuously make that mistake much to my mothers dismay. I often find myself thinking about the time I put a whole fuzzy dandelion in my mouth for three quarters and how that spare change made me feel like a millionaire. It's upsetting how different I was, so much more confident with my missing front teeth, or how little I cared about the things that have become my very existence. All I think now is this is it.
The real me
My name is Seomez, I'm a person that people call wierd. I like pizza, mac and cheese, and chicken wings. My favorite pop is Cocacola. I love basketball, soccer, and softball. I like to dance and sing. My favorite is drivving fast dirt bikes and 4 wheelers! My familey and friends are amazing! They take me out a Lot. We go skatting, to the movies, even scary movies, also dinner! We also do stay nights with my causins too. I can be a girly girl or a tom boy. I like fashion and playing in the dirt! My favorite singer is Beyonce! shes so pretty! and shes pregnate with twins. I go to a great school! I love mountains and I love to hike. My favorie is riddding bikes and skating. I thank my familey every day for what they do! Its an amazing memory for what famileys can do.
The Taco Bell man
I was born at Taco Bell(not literally)when the Great Wall of Trump was being made. I went to a theme park once that had a ride that was made by Donald Trump. The ride took you through the adventures of being deported. The next day for lunch I went to my birth place Pensacola Florida Taco Hospital. After that I went to the Narwal Beach. I couldn't believe there were real Narwals.
The Narwals were made at my favorite restaurant, The Pug Factory. You eat your food while
watching machines make pugs. There are now artificial flavored Pugs being made. I think the new Chicken Taco from Taco Bell was a horrible idea. Just like the Samsung Note 99, or the dog man man. We all know there is only a dog man not a dog man man. Jeez. My favorite ice cream is the ice cream that tastes good.
watching machines make pugs. There are now artificial flavored Pugs being made. I think the new Chicken Taco from Taco Bell was a horrible idea. Just like the Samsung Note 99, or the dog man man. We all know there is only a dog man not a dog man man. Jeez. My favorite ice cream is the ice cream that tastes good.
Just Me, The Ball, And The Basket
Just me, the ball, and the basket!
Tweet, tweet!
Oh gosh I was fouled at the end of the game,
Trying to do a layup,
And I missed,
You know what that means...
I have to shoot two free throws,
While everyone stares,
The court is completely cleared,
And you feel like all the pressure is on you,
Then you dribble...
You shoot!
Swish!
Now of course I really didn't make the swish...I just really like the way it all fell together. When I got fouled in the last...I'd say about the last three seconds of the game, I was going up for a layup. When she fouled me, everyone had to clear the court. It was just me, the ball, and the basket. Seriously we were ahead so many points, I don't even think it really mattered if I made them or not, even though it still would have felt good to make both of them. Everyone was staring at me and it kinda freaked me out... I did my normal dribble routine, posisitioned myself and shot. Sadly both times I missed. Thankfully we still won the game!
Rambling Autobiography
Ok, well I guess it's time for a rambling autobiography. I was born no December 23, 2003. About that birthday, there are quite a few things that are good, but some are still kinda bad. A good thing is I get 3 whole days in a row of presents, hurray! With first my birthday, then Christmas eve, then Christmas. Now one of the bad things is how most people get something special every six months or so. Like they get Christmas in December and their birthday in June or something. So they don't have to wait that long for presents and stuff like that. But with my birthday it's quite a bit of patience waiting before I get those things.
My whole life I have had a huge interest in planes, but it seems only passenger planes. The fact that something so massive can fly, and, don't you just like the feel of traveling. I have learned quite a bit about learning to fly the passenger planes and all the buttons. I know strategy on how to land and takeoff. I really want to be a pilot. Did you know pilots only do about four minutes of flying a flight? Crazy isn't it. In fact I know a lot of things about flying a plane, not how to control the plane, but how to but flaps slowly up to 40 degrees, and to follow the flight heading and keeping nose up always on landing. I know what to do in stalling emergencies, and more.
Well I'm sorta off track here. So ever since about two years old i've loved sports and especially soccer. I still love to play soccer, in the winter I play indoor. However; in the fall I play manitou, and in the spring I play pride. I have also found a big love for video games because I love to be introduced into a new world, as said by the quote "Im a gamer not because I have no life, but because I choose to have many". That quote is one of my favorite quotes of all time.
Favorite games...
Titanfall, Fifa, Overwatch, Black ops 2, Madden 17, Nhl, Battlefront, and Battlefield.
There are tuns more but, those are overall my favorites.
My whole life I have had a huge interest in planes, but it seems only passenger planes. The fact that something so massive can fly, and, don't you just like the feel of traveling. I have learned quite a bit about learning to fly the passenger planes and all the buttons. I know strategy on how to land and takeoff. I really want to be a pilot. Did you know pilots only do about four minutes of flying a flight? Crazy isn't it. In fact I know a lot of things about flying a plane, not how to control the plane, but how to but flaps slowly up to 40 degrees, and to follow the flight heading and keeping nose up always on landing. I know what to do in stalling emergencies, and more.
Well I'm sorta off track here. So ever since about two years old i've loved sports and especially soccer. I still love to play soccer, in the winter I play indoor. However; in the fall I play manitou, and in the spring I play pride. I have also found a big love for video games because I love to be introduced into a new world, as said by the quote "Im a gamer not because I have no life, but because I choose to have many". That quote is one of my favorite quotes of all time.
Favorite games...
Titanfall, Fifa, Overwatch, Black ops 2, Madden 17, Nhl, Battlefront, and Battlefield.
There are tuns more but, those are overall my favorites.
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