My Island School Blog

TROYY !!

2010-10-09T09:14:00.000-07:00

Who are these spartans to come and try to take Helen?

She is ours! as promised by the great goddess of Aphrodite

Who is to tell us that the most beautiful women on earth should not belong to the mighty Trojans?

But here are the greeks, outside our walls?

We shall send them home!

I promise you, if you stand by me the greeks will be gone

In a matter of days

In a matter of weeks

Keep your children and your wife safe!

These people are threathening our way of life

Together we shall unite!

And these cowards shall take fleet, scrambling their way home!

These walls will not fall

Our men shall not fail!

They may take our lives...

But Helen shall forever be Helen Of Troy!

Our families shall be kept safe

AND... WE... SHALL... PREVAIL!!!! :D

DustBowlStoryx3

2010-03-28T19:25:00.000-07:00

I could still remember when the last drop of rain fell onto the palm of my hand. It was light, just a tiny drizzle, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing from that day on. Farmers nearby say it’s the fault of the government who urged us to grow lots of wheat for World War I. Times were good for farmers back then. A single bushel was bought for $2.30, more than twice the price it was before the war! We all thought we were going to make it big someday so we purchased as much land as we could afford and sometimes we would even buy it on credit. It would be easy to pay back the debt after we were piled under loads of money right? Except we never got that money. The tractors we were thankful for during the Roaring 20s and World War I destroyed the natural grasses that held the soil in place. The soil was then set loose in a frantic frenzy, building up, covering the sky entirely!

When I first saw the large black wave coming rapidly from the distance I swore the world was ending. I barely got both my feet inside the door before my entire farm was swallowed in darkness. Then I just stood there, by the window, dumbfounded. I could feel my daughter barely 5 years of age tugging on my skirt while screaming “Mommy! What is that?” I couldn’t get myself to answer for I didn’t know myself. As I stared into the darkness, I could see tiny specks and that’s when I realized it was dust. Dust from the farms, dust that we had abused for years, and now it was getting its revenge. There seemed like there was no end, and that the rest of our lives were going to be spent in vast darkness. When I finally snapped out of complete shock, I realized my children were sitting, huddled together on the floor with our Golden Retriever Timbo. They were shivering and the look on their faces made it clear to me that I was the only thing they had. No matter what circumstances I had to be strong.

I gathered them in my arms and told them everything was going to be okay. This dust won’t go on forever I promised, and it didn’t. Several hours later the sky slowly relieved us of the dark blanket that covered us, blinding us of everything. As if planned, my daughter and my son grabbed one of my hands each and we walked slowly out, linked as one. The site we saw was truly amazing. Everything was buried under dust with only the tops of the tractors my husband bought years before peeping out. While I panicked about how we would make our living, I realized my husband never returned from a friend's house a couple of miles down.

He had left just minutes before the storm hit and now I was terrified about the thought that after I have lost everything I would lose him as well. After shoving my children inside and yelling for them to stay, I began my long journey. Half jogging and half sprinting, I made it there in about a hour. When I arrived, I saw that my friends were also absorbing the site in. I nearly knocked them over as I frantically asked if my husband was safe. To my terror they stared blankly at me as if they I was speaking a whole other language. Slowly they brought me inside as I began to sob uncontrollably. Eventually after many attempts to listen to my story as I sniffled and cried, they informed me that my husband had never arrived. This could only mean one thing, my husband was buried under that dark blanket and unlike us, would never see the light again. As this thought dawned on me, me vision began to blur and then finally I lost all my strength entirely. I fell over, unconscious unable to fight anymore.

When I finally awoke, I saw my neighbors standing over me with a worried look on their faces. I couldn’t exactly remember what had just happened and where I was until I saw outside the window, the dust covered field that stretched on for miles. Then everything came rushing back, the dark wave approaching, huddling there with my children, rushing over to my neighbors home, and finally, finding out that my husband was gone. It was too much and I burst into tears all over again. My neighbors just stood there for a moment, not really knowing what they should do and then came over. They sat with me, silently comforting and supporting me. They didn’t grow impatient, just sat for as long as I needed. When I finally did stop, I knew I had to return home and tell my children the news. They deserved to know the truth and hear it from me, not anyone else. Getting up slowly, I walked out the door, leaving my supporters sitting there watching me go. They probably wondered if they would see me again but at that point I didn’t care. I had just lost the most important person in my life and didn’t have time for any explanations.

With nothing to rush for anymore, I slowly, in a daze I walked home, letting my feet take me where they take me. After what seems to be hours of wandering, I finally reach the doorsteps of my home. Wearily I climbed inside and remained zombie like as my children ran up to me asking about their father. At the mention of their father and my beloved husband, I began to tear up. Carefully, I told them about what I learned on my visit to our neighbors, trying not to make things worse than they already were. Things didn’t work out how I planned for they understood everything I was saying. Their father was gone and was never coming back. We were now alone in the world, left alone to fight for our own lives. All three of us stood there, heads bowed, letting out our sorrows out. When the final tears dried, I got the children ready for bed as I made plans of what to do next. Deeply saddened by the thought of my children going to bed hungry, I apologized but I knew this was a time for conserving.

Our land was destroyed, and with that, our ways to make a living were also destroyed. There seemed like no possible way to come out alive. That’s when I had it, for the first time in my life, I thought of killing myself and my children to end the suffering. I mean why continue fighting when there was no hope? When we had lost everything already? Just then, at that very moment I heard my daughter mumble in her sleep, "No mommy, don’t leave us too. Please!" I then realized, no, we haven’t lost everything yet. We still have each other and even though my husband was no longer here, he was watching from another place. I knew he wouldn’t want me to give up, let alone murder my own children, and so I decided we will get out of this alive, together, and stronger than ever. I gently whispered to my daughter, "Don't worry. Mommy is not going anywhere. I'm right here."

That was the first dust storm that hit my small home town in Oklahoma. It seemed like everyday, over and over the blanket of dust would cover us for hours at a time, reminding and haunting us of the past. Things were not easy for us without a man to take charge but we wouldn’t give up that easily. We created a working system with me doing the farm work and my children keeping watch. Whenever they saw the dust quickly approaching, they would yell to me out in the farm. Together we would take cover in our sealed up home until the raging dust had past. Although we tried to cover every gap that we could find, dust still seeped through. We couldn’t avoid breathing it in, even with the damp cloths that we wore to cover our mouths. The food we ate crunched with dust, the drinks we drank left a grainy texture in our mouths, and the air we breathed seemed to never be quite clean, even after hours of swabbing the dirt out our nostrils.

Day after day the storms raged on and it seemed everyday we would hear of neighbors fleeing the state to a promise land known as California. Everyone who got the chance to leave wished us luck and promised us they would get help. I knew though, that there was nothing they could. They were escaping and we weren’t, we were stuck here, left alone again to fight for ourselves. The crops that I tried my best to gather everyday were barely enough to survive on. We scraped by though and were considered one of the lucky ones. Others, whose land were completely destroyed and unable to grow anything were left to starve. Door to door they would go, asking people for a donation but they all knew that no one had anything to give at this point. When they showed up at my door though, I couldn’t bear to turn them down. I thought of how it would feel to be rejected constantly, time and time again, for just a little bit of food. I brought them inside and gave them each some fresh baked bread. It was all I could afford to give up but they seemed appreciative. They bowed their heads and thanked me repeatedly then left. I learned that day that we should all support one another and not let people starve just because it wasn't your family.

One day that I will never forget started as any other day. I was soaked with sweat, and was working over my crops, harvesting as must as I could. I guess I wandered too far from my home since when my children cried out to me I couldn’t hear them. Only when I got up to wipe a bead of sweat from my brow did I see my children running toward me screaming at me frantically to make a run for it. That was when I turned around to see the mountain of dust only a couple hundred feet away and rapidly approaching. I made my way as fast as I could toward my home that seemed miles and miles away. I was only a few feet away, with my children at my side when the dust engulfed us. The dust blinded us, choked us and swallowed us. As I heard the frantic cries of my children calling out to me, I dropped all the crops I held in my hand. I grabbed on tightly to their shaky, sweaty palms. They seemed so fragile and weak as I pulled them inside despite the strong gusts of winds.

Once inside, I quickly shut the door and used all my strength to keep it shut. Both my children sat on the floor blinded and hopeless. I knew I was the only one who could save them now. The storm would rage on for a couple of more hours or so and the hospitals must be packed. I grabbed the buckets of savored water that we kept for emergencies only and used it to clean them off. They seemed to know that I was trying my hardest to save them as they sat there, clutching onto my skirt. When I finally got the dust off, we sat there for a moment thankful to be alive. Weeks after, President Franklin Roosevelt began some new programs to help farmers like me. The two programs WPA and the AAA were some of the greatest programs started in the New Deal. Word spread quickly with the little bit of neighbors that remained. When I first heard about the programs, they gave me hope and also courage to keep going. They showed me that we weren't alone and that President Franklin Roosevelt was out there fighting for us as well. Despite his efforts, the Dust Bowl didn't end until 1940, when World War II began. My children unfortunately lived their entire childhoods covered under the dark shadow of the dust.

Lizziesaurous ;D

2010-02-05T20:49:00.000-08:00

well dis post hea ish gunna be all bout dee babes lizzie!!! she ish oh so special to me and i luv her soooo much... && i jus wanted to show off mah beautiful pikkcha up above ^^ LoLs. ii known dis liddle gurl since 6th grade buht it seems like 4everrr. she maddd ohdee RaNdoM && kewl... alwayz readinqq big harry potter books... smh. sucha bookworm ((buht a sexii bookworm < 3)) Da lastt time i saw her was lyke 3 months ago buht she still mahh bestiee !! Promise to keep in touch lizzie baybeh? Buht yew shud neverr tell her bout ur problems cuz she gunna try to be ur theripist && say errythinqqs okaii && dat thinqqs cud be worse xD UGH it drives me crazii !! makes me wanna throw baybeh puppies against mah wall !!! speakinqq of puppies... dun get a snake near her or she will STEAL iht !!! sowwy lizzie if i blew ur coverr El Oh Els. Well im runninqq outa stuff to say so ima jus end dis postt. iiLy && iiMy babes !! Yew shud most deff ask ur mom to adopt me :'D

oh yeah && if yah mess wiff herr i will kikk yahh assess !!! Much luv Muahhzz ;] < 3

Mah Last Daii?

2010-01-27T09:12:00.000-08:00

Humm... if todaii was mah last daii... i wuddd....

jump on a baluga whale and ride it to australiaa !! make a grasshopper hop wiffout grass? poke a squishy persiin , give a soooommaawrestler a piggy bakk ride to dee bank , skydive wiff noo parachutee ((haha dat wud make it definately mah last daii)) **Splatt** mucho? ;D climb 2 dee tippy top of mountt everestt... den slideeee all da way downn , run around naked screamin touchh mah bodyy LOLs (nawtt rlly...well... mayb xD) , jump on a trampalene , plant a tree unda dee waterr . da more water 4 a tree da better ritee? , blow up mah skewl , Burn BookS!!! , eat all dee stuffersz i thought wass weird , go up to a hobo and say dun do drugs && stay in skewl , den punch hym cuz hys face is dirtyy , tackle bill gates , tell mah mammii to stop eating popsticles!! , brake dance on a table ((pshh yeahh ritee)) , spin a dradel , learn how to spell physcic -.- i hate dat wordd , draw a monkey on mah sokks , write marinara sauce errywhere! and yesh dat includes ur forehead ;D teehee , hug a baboon , kikk a elephant && make it run into a cow which sayz Moo && gets in a elevatorrr rides it to dee top of dee empire state building && jumps out dee window crushin a liddle innocent bistanderrr **deep breath** which splats on dee floor =] , smakk a monkey wiff a banananaa , share a hot dog wiff dora dee explora denn shave haa head , Hugg Taylor Lautnerr && put hym ona leash so he ish alwayz wiff mee >>iiLuvHym<< , tell mah babes i luv dem ((yah kno who yew is)) , purr like a kitty katt , press dee liddle red button .. wuhteva dat does , fly wiff a alien , get a mohawkk && gel it ohdee spikeyy && dye it green!! , cut an uniicorns horn offa hys head , gluu baby hippos to a pineapple , pet mah pet snakee ((yesh yesh lizzie jealous)) , replace mah shoelaces wiff a worm xD , meet santaa claus && make hym gimme shieett i dun need ((he neva comes down mahh chimney on xmas =/ **sighhhs**)) , && scream mammii made me mash mah m&m's at mistaa mcCormickk

TeeHee Dee End ;D

Kay Kay's Space ;D

2010-01-25T08:38:00.000-08:00

Ima dedicate dis liddle space ritee hea to dee babes Keziah!! El Oh Els ((if yuh dunno wuht dat means yuh got sum serious problems)) We been going tree yearzz strong now D++11.29.08++D and dayumm i luv dis sexii beast soo muchh. She alwayz gawtt me Lmfao and makkin mah parents think im crazii buht im okaii wiff dattt . xD Yeah yeah she cud be a b**itchh buht she MY b**itchh . && if any of yah got a problem wiff datt yuh can jus get @ me >>crumblyco0ki3zz<< . Miss yuh soooo much KayKayy **sumtimes i jus wanna kidnap haaa and keep haa wiff mee 24/7 forevaa and alwayz ;D** iiLuvYuhh

Mah FaV s0NGz!!

2010-01-11T08:20:00.000-08:00

mhmm well dis prolly gunna onlii last for lyke a week cuz i change mah mind rlly fast xD

numero Uno! - Speechless ((Lady GaGa))
numero... um dos? (2) - Yesturdaii ((Toni Braxton & Trey SongZ))
numero tres (3) - SoLo ((Jason DerulO))
numero quartro (4) - Dancing In Dee Dark ((Lady GaGa))
numero cinco (5) - BroKen Record ((Jason DerulO))
numero seis (6) - Two Ish Betta Den One ((Boiiz Like Gurlz & Taylor Swift))
numero siete (7) - CrawL ((Chris Brown))
numero ocho (8) - PapeRs ((UsheR))
numero nueve (9) - TranzforM Yah ((Chris Brown & LiL WaynE))
numero uhmm... ten (10) - DA ELMO SONG ;D

Puh-leaz excuse mah bad spanish. Dat wud be da reason i got kikked outa spanish class and ish writing dis post riteee Now xD

GIR IS A SMEXII BEAST ;D

2009-12-27T13:15:00.000-08:00

RETIRED at LAST

2009-10-17T17:50:00.000-07:00

MaMa always told me I couldn't save the world,
But I wanted to be a hero
To shine like a pearl
Now here I am defeated to bits
Guess I finally got tired of taking the hits
The villains attacked day after day
My adoring fans soon began to call me gay
Other heroes think I'm lame
That I put everyone to shame
My time has come to retire
Now that my back is against the wire

AbaNdOn ShiiP!!!

2009-10-17T16:25:00.001-07:00

Sometimes officials intentionally sink ships. You may be wondering why on earth would they do something so out of the ordinary. I'm guessing that they have their own reasons. I think that it is because they want to create an artificial reef, a place where sea creatures can live. Also, I think that they want a new thing for divers to be excited about. Usually, divers go to the natural coral reefs. When divers do this, it causes harm to the coral ecosystem. By the officials making a artificial reef, it will draw attention away from the natural coral reefs, helping the environment stay healthy and out of harms way. Some of the artificial corals weren't sunken intentionally. A couple of them were actually ship wrecks. One of the oldest ones was found and searched. Inside the ship, modern treasure hunters found tons of riches. As you can see, it's not only about loving the earth and caring for the ecosystem. Anything that they do must have to have something to do with money. At least this is what I think.

NaTuRe

2009-10-06T11:28:00.000-07:00

I just finished watching 3 videos about animals in their habitats. The first video I watched was of a shark in the ocean trying to get food. They continuously tried to catch the group of seals that were swimming around. You could see that the ocean was very fierce by the way the waves splashed. In the second video I saw a fox hunt for her children. She took the baby geese when the parents weren't there. When the parents saw what was going on they quickly rushed to their child's rescue. In the end the fox only got away with one of the baby geese. When he got back to his home all of his children fought for the little bit of food that he brought home. I could tell that the parents of the baby goose that got taken away was hurt deeply by the way they cried. In this video I can tell that in the wild it's survival of the fittest. The last video that I watched was of birds in the jungle trying to mate. The male would dance around trying to get the females attention. Sometimes if the female is interested they would go up to the male and they would be together. If she wasn't interested she either ignored the dancing male or just fly away.

The environment in the videos are very different from the environment we have in the city. Here in the city we have many cars and people but barely any trees. The three different video showed three different types of living environments. In the first video it showed the ocean, wild and blue. The waves were powerful and no land was anywhere near to be seen. In the second video it showed very dry land. The ground was a light brown which kind of reminded me of sand. If i remember correctly there were cactus's just like the desert. The last video showed the rain forest. It was full off different plants and greenery. Even the birds were different colors and very bright. You could hear the many different noises of the living animals in the back round. The insects could also be heard above all the others.

Out of all the environments that I have seen in the videos, I think I would like to travel to the rain forest. It seemed full of life and exciting. I imagine that in a place like that, unexpected things may happen. The birds were of the brightest colors and they catch the human eye instantly. Even the green trees were very breath taking. The moist, fresh air makes the place seem like a great place to be.

sUmMeR TiMe

2009-09-22T11:18:00.001-07:00

EMOtional Rob0tzz

2009-06-18T16:37:00.000-07:00

In the movie "AI", the roboticists try to make robots that think and feel like humans. I think that they should avoid this because robots will never really have a heart and they can never truely feel happy. They may show their expressions on their faces but they don't really feel it. I think if scientists actually try to make a robot that really does feel and look like humans, it will end up disastious. Mainly because of all the robot movies that I have seen where the robots malfunction and then they take over the world for a while. Well... it could really happen, you never know... lolss. I don't think that robots should have human rights like getting married because we are trying to make robots seem human which they are not! It's all fake and mechanical. They don't and can't love or have any feelings.

Turing Test ;D

2009-06-17T18:31:00.000-07:00

Well before i was talking to two different robots. One was named Suzette and the other was named Splotchy. Neither of the robots seemed human at all. They would say things that didn't relate to what we were talking about out of no where. One minute we would be talking about health then the next about pets. It just wasnt anything like talking to a real person. Another thing is that they responded too quickly. It seemed like they had an answer already planned out for you... which they did. I asked them a bunch of questions like where do you live and are you a robot? I asked them these questions to see if their answers would seem like they were actually people. They denied that they were robots of course and even added a few lines saying that robots suck and everything. It was still really obvious that they weren't human though because whenever someone says shutup to it, it would say the same thing everytime. "Have fun talking to yourself for a minute or two." Like really who says that? Not anyone human that i know of. Also they would use big words and talk all scientifically. It was too robotic and they didnt even understand aim talk. If you mispelled a word or shortened it they wouldn't understand you. I understand that it isn't easy to make a robot that could actually seem human and pass the turing test. It is hard to come up with an answer that would stay on topic for all of the different things that people say since you can't come up with an answer to every single question out there. So they have to think of things to say that can answer a lot of different stuff. It's all really complicated and I don't think I would ever want to try to make one of those chat bots.

R0botz

2009-06-17T17:00:00.000-07:00

I just finished watching a video about different types of robots. Some of the different kind of robots are humanoids and androids. Humanoids are robots that have any human like form such as legs and arms. Androids on the other hand are robots that look and act exactly like humans. The more robots look like humans, the more people like them but to a certain extent. A japanese robotist named Masahiro Mori came up with a scientific explaination for this. He called it the uncanny valley. The uncanny valley is when it looks too much like a human and people get repulsed by it. Over the years robots have changed and grown alot. I feel like one thing that they will never poses is true feelings. They might have the ability to create facial expressions but inside they don't have a heart. I don't think that they could ever love or have real feelings. They calculate everything and don't do what their hearts say because it's all what the logical choice is to them. I think that this is something that humans will always have that robots can't copy

Sneakers part 5

2009-06-16T19:42:00.001-07:00

Sneakers part 3 & 4

2009-06-10T10:24:00.001-07:00

sneakers part 1 & 2

2009-05-29T08:11:00.000-07:00

oLd PapER tO PiiZza bOx

2009-04-17T20:05:00.000-07:00

5 Trashy QUESTIONS

2009-04-13T21:18:00.000-07:00

Trash Talk part 5

2009-04-11T17:11:00.000-07:00

Trash Talk parts 3 & 4

2009-04-08T09:56:00.000-07:00

Trash Talk parts 1&2

2009-04-01T09:55:00.000-07:00

blood diamonds

2009-03-05T17:20:00.000-08:00

dE bEeRs

2009-02-26T11:02:00.000-08:00

I just watched a video about De Beers. They do many things to keep us thinking that diamonds are rare stones. When there are too many diamond mines, De Beers buys the land off of them so that there aren't too many diamonds in the market. They do this because if there are too many mines than De Beers control might be threatened. De Beers also make sure that there aren't too many diamonds in the market by dumping some of the diamonds in the sea. This happened during the depression when the market was so bad. Years ago though the river dried up and a lot of people went there and picked up lots of diamonds. De Beers payed 350 million dollars to buy them out. When an investigator did some investigation on that subject he saw that De Beers had many ways to keep up the illusion that diamonds were rare. All over Africa diamonds are found. There aren't many big ones but there are plenty of 10-15 karat ones. Movies support De Beers because they made a film in the 1950s that was inspired by them.

Blood Diamonds

2009-02-25T10:42:00.000-08:00

it was all a dream

2009-02-13T17:59:00.000-08:00

my inauguration speech XD

2009-01-21T11:06:00.000-08:00

wHat dO3s iT meAn?!?!? 0.o

2009-01-08T11:07:00.000-08:00

I've been wondering what that dream I published last time. Before I just thought of it as just a random dream that had no reason to it. Then Mr. Lahana the meany wouldn't let me leave it at that. He kept saying that there is no such thing as a random dream and that every dream had a meaning. So I guess I have to make up some reason for my dream, even if it's doesn't make sense. I think my dream was expressing the differences between my mom and I. Well if you read about my dream then you would probably be wondering how in the world did messing up fried eggs and knitting white socks get to your relationship with your mom? I would've never even come up with that idea if the meany didn't help me. When he explained it to me though I understood the connection. Well basically when Erick messed up the eggs she overreacted but I was just wondering why was my mom acting like that? I mean like she was yelling that he had to pay a fine for messing up the eggs! Who does that? That is pretty much how it's always like between us. She always overreacts over every little things like missing a single dish when washing the dishes. Once my sister did that and she got grounded for like a week. Even worse she always lecture people nonstop for hour saying the same thing. To me she's a little crazy, not even going to lie about that. She believes that when your a kid, your whole time should be concentrated on schoolwork and homework. I don't even think she believes in fun. She never let's me out just to hang out unless I do a whole bunch of chores and even after that sometimes I still can't go out. Errrr I think I just lost my point. So back to the dream and what this has to do with any of that. I guess the dream is showing that while my mom overreacts over everything I'm more like a person who let's things slide. Yeaaa... does that make any sense? Do you see how it connects to the dream? If you don't too bad because I don't how to phrase it any other way. That was only the first part of the dream though. The second part of my dream I'm still not sure about. Mr. Lahana said that it might mean that people like Brian makes me feel comfortable. That people like him make me comfortable enough to do things I usually don't do because in the dream I put on the scarf but in reality I dont wear scarfs at all. They make me feel like I'm trapped and I guess a little clusterfobic. Is this true? I dont know but I think I do feel more comfortable with Brian than I do with Erick. I wonder if my interpretation of my dream has anything to do with what the dream really meant. If it doesn't at least I tried. But in the end I still don't understand what the whole I knit white socks was about. I still think that that was just a random thing that came out of no where no matter what Mr. Lahaa says. HAHAHA!!!!

erRrrR w3irD dReAmZ

2009-01-07T09:36:00.000-08:00

A couple of days ago I had the weirdest dream ever! At first I was in my kitchen and Erick was frying eggs. Somehow he messed them up and my mom got really mad. The egg had twwo yolks and was gooey everywhere. The goo looked a little like oil. She started screaming about how Erick was going to have to pay a fine. While this was happening in my head I'm just wondering why would he have to pay a fine? Just because he cant fry eggs right? Then because my mom kept yelling Erick got mad. My mom kept talking to someone saying " Ohhh he messed up the eggs he's going to have to pay to learn his lesson. I let him fry eggs but now that he messed them up he wants to get all mad." Soon after this the setting changed. I was in my room with Brian cutting yarn. He held out the yarn while I cut it for him. While I was looking for the scissors he said the weirdest thing that I thought I would never hear from him. He said something like," I knit socks." I must've looked at him like he was crazy because he added," White ones" like it was supposed to make everything make perfect sense. I stared at him for a little bit longer then continud looking for the scissors like he never said anything. I cut the yarn and suddely it became a scarf and I put it on, wrapping it around my neck. We talked a little more but I completely forgot what we talked about. Soon after, I woke up. Only after the dream was over did I realize how weird and impossible the whole thing was. When I was asleep I thought everything made perfect sense.

Dear Petland

2008-12-17T09:37:00.000-08:00

Dear Petland,
I have heard that you have been not only been buying dogs from puppy mills, where they mistreat their animals in many ways but you've also been lying to your customers about it. Your customers trust you to tell them everything they need to know about the pets they are considering to buy. I think not telling the that you buy your dogs from puppy mills is a very big piece of information that you are hiding from them. Not only that you don't tell them voluntarily but when they ask about it you lie. In my point of view buying dogs and other pets from puppy mills and lying about it is just as evil as actually mistreating the dogs yourself. I think this because by buying the dogs from them you are kind of showing that you support their ways and telling them to keep doing what their doing. To them they will do anything to make money and if what they're doing is making them money they will continue to do it. Why buy dogs and puppies from puppy mills when you could help the shelter by taking them in? Then you could have people adopt them rather. This would really help the dogs and shelters a lot. Every year a lot of puppies and dogs are "put to sleep" which is another way of saying killed all because they don't have enough space for them in the shelter. The dogs are only put to sleep when they can't find homes for them. Well while you're selling dogs and making money you are also causing less people to adopt from shelters and also causing more dogs to be put to sleep every year. I truly think that you should stop buying from puppy mills. It is effecting dogs all over. If not your customers should at least know what they are buying which is a dog that was bought from a puppy mill where they were mistreated. They have the right to know. I've been wondering why you guys would lie about such a thing and I realized that you're probably scared that you would lose your customers if you told them the truth. What your doing is wrong though. Your customers should be allowed to decide whether they would like to buy what they are buying and you have no right to lie to them.

Teenage Doll Crisis the movie...

2008-12-09T10:38:00.001-08:00

Animal ToRturErERs or just heartless
2008-12-03T09:36:00.000-08:00

Animal cruelty can be a lot of things but to me it will all fall under one category: PLAIN EVIL! I know one thing about animal cruelty, and that is that only heartless people could just stand there and let it happen. Anyone with a heart wouldn't and couldn't neglect their pets when they cry for their help or train them to fight in battles where they will meet certain death eventually. Even if their pet survives that battle, there will soon be a battle that it cannot win and will die. When this happens the owner is only filled with remorse if wasting their time training what he thinks was a worthless dog. He doesn't think or even care that he just took away a life of a living animal. All he cares about is that he didn't win his bet and money. Soon after one pet dies he buys another taking time to research about his next victim to see if that one will be able to win him some money to survive. To me this is basically using a animal to get by with life without giving anything back, not even the slightest bit of attention when not beating him or her. Other forms of animal cruelty involve not feeding your pet, not taking it to the veterinarian, beating him or her physically, or neglecting him or her by locking her up in an environment not suitable for any pet. I'm sure there are many other forms of how these heartless people torture their pets but there are also ways that we can fight them or in other words stop animal cruelty. Hmmmmm now if only I could come up with some... I guess we can start by reporting the animal cruelty when we see it. We can also treat our own pets with the love and care it deserves to prevent it from spreading and also encourage others to do the same. Ehhhhh that's basically all I have right now but I'm sure you guys can use your own brains to come up with some more ways. Be creative! ;]

What haPPens aftER dEath?? a MysteRY O.o

2008-11-26T09:44:00.000-08:00

I just listened to the song The Thief in the Night by Aceyalone. It's supposedly about death and what Aceyalone thinks that is gong to happen after people die. From what I understand, he thinks that after we die, everyone and everything, not just human beings but animals too, our energy from our bodies leaves our body and goes into another. I'm not sure if that makes any sense to you but to me I think he's saying that he believes in recarnation. We are born over and over again but we don't remember our last life. Over the years my mom has taught me the same thing. It's just that she says that depending on how we bahave during our current life, it decides what we become in our next. There are different consiquenses for your actions that I'm not really sure about. I think there was one where if you beat your kids and wife you will become a widow in your next or not have kids at all. I'm sure that there are many others that I will get back to you with them but I'm not sure right now. I know if you are good in your current life, you will be rich or something like that. My mom also said that if you are a guy and you mistreat people or does a lot of wrong things in your life you will become a woman in your next life. She says that being a guy is better because they don't have to give birth or any of the other stuff that girls have to. Then if you are really bad and commit a lot of sins, then you will become a animal or an insects. I guess animals and insects are bad because they get killed and hunted a lot by us humans. I'm pretty sure that being a human is one of the best things on the list of things you can be in my religions beliefs. The best thing you can be is sort of like a god or something. My mom believes that it works like this, after you die, you will be brought to this plae where they decide what you will be in your next life. You will go through a series of tests like whether you were generous, selfish, greedy a liar and things like that. Every test you past you get closer to the platform because you are on a bridge when you are taking this test. Below you are a pit of snakes that will torture you, not kill because you're already dead. If you fail one of these test then the bridge will brake and you will be left to plummet into the pit of snakes. If you make it all the way on the other hand you will go up to heaven and be with all the gods and stuff like that. Over the years I just accepted my mom's theory, but these last few days I have been wondering what I think happens. I mean there is no scientific proof that there is a heaven and everythin is supposed to have a scientifc explanation right? Then again there are a lot of things that we don't know about. I kept on contridicting myself. The world wouldn't be fair if people didn't have to pay for the things they did wrong right? In the end I decided that the only way to find out was to die but by that time it wouldn't matter anymore because you can't share that knowledge with anyone alive. Right now I'm still debating whether there is a heaven and if my mom's theory makes sense. Just in case though I'm being very good this life, I'm not taking any chances because I don't want to fall into no pit of snakes. I'm an angel! 0=] See the halo? My mom also said I was one of the angels last life. No lie.

What was I tHiNkinG?? SsoooooOO not Worth iT!

2008-11-20T11:12:00.000-08:00

My aqua and playoff 8's!! Luv dem... XD

Isn't it weird how when your deciding whether you should buy something or not, at that moment the answer is always yes? You try to come up with reasons why you should get it and no matter how ridiculous the ideas are they make sense at that moment. Then when you get home, after it's too late to turn back, you start to have second thoughts. That is when you actually realize how stupid you were to ever think that those reasons made sense. Not only that but you also start to think of reasons why you shouldn't have bought it and start to regret spending your money on that thing that seemed so important to you only a hour ago. I don't know about you guys but this happens to me a lot and all the time. It happens so much that I'm nearly filled with remourse and regret. Well not really, I get over it really fast and I don't make that many mistakes in life... do I? Anyways I think the most expensive mistake I made was buying 2 pairs of the Jordan 8's. Yea I know it's not anything big because I lied I don't really buy a lot of things I regret. I usually stick to my decision when it comes to buying things. I don't really even really regret buying 2 pairs of Jordan 8's that much or at all. I like them both and they're different colors so they match with different clothes. So I guess I don't really regret buying any of the things I bought. Sometimes I wonder if my sister ever regrets buying some of the things she buys though. She shops a lot and changes her style all the time. Only months after buying something she stops wearing it and soon you find her wearing something with a different style. It's not long until she has a totally new wardrobe. I'm pretty sure she does regret buying a lot of her stuff. Right now she's got something with the gray going on. Everything she buys is basically gray right now. I bet it won't be soon before that changes too. I'll let you know when that happens and I have a feeling that it's not going to be that long from now.

MY Realistic Fiction Story- Teenage Doll Crisis

2008-11-14T12:57:00.000-08:00

The sunlight streamed in from Molly’s open curtains. Molly laid on her king sized bed feeling sleepy and groggy. All around her were her hundreds of dolls, each with different outfits.
“Oh!” she said jumping up as the memories from the day before flooded back.
The dolls closes to her flew up and landed on the floor with a little thud. Today was the day that he busy mother promised that they could actually be a family for a day. The whole family was going to the mall together for once. Remembering this, Molly jumped off the bed, picking up the doll right next to her. She glanced at the outfit it was wearing and picked out an outfit from her closet that looked exactly. While running down the stairs, Molly quickly ran her brush through her hair.
By the time Molly got downstairs, her mom was already making plans on her phone. Next to her mom sat her dad, a tall, stocky, stern looking man with his eyebrows pinched together making him have a permanent frown. He sat at the table picking at his pancakes without interest with one hand while staring at Molly’s clothes with disapproval. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Molly’s mom rushed the out the house. Molly sighed with relief. Her dad had been trying to get rid of her dolls and her clothes that looked like her doll’s clothes for a long time now and she knew he wasn’t ready to give up yet.
“Hurry up and get in the car. I have a meeting to get to at 4:00,” Molly’s mom nagged.
Soon the feeling of relief in Molly’s stomach turned into a knot of dread. Why she always has a meeting or an emergency at work, Molly thought to herself. Isn’t being my mom more important than any of that?
“Can’t you just miss one meeting and stay with us for once mommy? When they have an emergency and need someone to cover a shift, you go right away. They need you to work late. You do it without complaint. You’ve never missed a meeting before, would one really make a difference?” Molly cried.
Once she said it, she immediately wished she could take it back. If she wasn’t in for it with her mom she was definitely going to get it from her dad.
“Now listen here Mollyery Higge___” started Molly’s dad when her mom interrupted.
“Calm down now Chris, I’ll handle this,” Molly’s mom interrupted,” No Molly, I can’t miss a meeting not even once. We’ll have quality family time another time I promise.”
In the back seat sat Molly, next to her little brother, with her mouth wide open dumbfounded. Her mother never said anything so mother-like before. She usually just bought them whatever they wanted so they would leave her alone. That was why Molly had a king sized bed and the biggest room in the house. It was also how her whole doll collection started.
Then as if someone flipped a switch, Molly’s mom’s expression suddenly changed. Where there was an earnest apologetic face was replaced by a scowling expression.
“Close your mouth! You’ll catch flies!” cried Molly’s mom.
Molly’s mouth automatically closed robotically. By that time, the family car was pulling into one of the few available parking spaces. As Molly looked out the window and saw the sunlight reflecting against the mall building, her mouth unwillingly fell open again. Looking at the mall never failed to overwhelm Molly. She could never get over the fact that a town so small could have a mall so big and beautiful. It took years for the government to finance the building of the mall.
“Molly, what did I tell you about keeping your mouth open?” Molly’s mom cried.
Molly quickly scrambled out of the car, tripping on her own foot. Embarrassed, Molly quickly stood up straight and flattened her puffy white and pink dress. Then she whirled around and glared at her little brother Tony when she heard him snicker.
“Shut up! What are you laughing at you little twerp?” Molly shouted.
“Your disainability to get out of a car without tripping over your own gigantic feet,” Tony teased.
“Disainablity isn’t even a word you dope!” Molly cried.
“Enough you two, hurry up and get in the mall, I have a meeting to get to,” shouted Molly’s mom.
Tony quickly shoved Molly one last time then scurried off to catch up with his parents. Molly on the other hand just stayed behind and dragged her feet on the rocky gravel ground. The rocks beneath her feet made an annoying rhythm that pounded into her eardrums. Then suddenly a wave of fresh, air-conditioned air hit Molly in the face as she entered the mall. She abruptly looked up and spotted her family way in front of her waiting impatiently. Judging by her mom’s expression, Molly decided she shouldn’t keep her waiting any longer or else she was good as dead. Knowing this, Molly took hold of the ruffles on her dress and started to run full speed toward them. About halfway there, Molly tripped over her foot again. She fell to the floor, which felt icy cold compared to her face that was starting to burn bright red. When she got up, she could see Tony laughing, her dad slapping him, and her mom shaking her head shamefully as if embarrassed to have such a daughter.
When she finally got there, her mom hissed,” Can’t you even walk across a flat surface right?”
“Yea Molly, can’t you even walk across a flat surface right?” Tony teased with a high pitchy voice.
“Shut up! You’re the one who…” started Molly.
Both her parents turned around and glared a warning glance at her. They immediately sensed what Molly was going to say. It was the one thing that Molly was told to never talk about near Tony. When he was a little boy, he was what the doctors called a disabled baby. He couldn’t walk, crawl, or anything else that required using his legs. Then after years of saving up money, Molly’s parents were finally able to pay for his surgery. Tony’s surgery was completed when he was about 2 years old and he remembers nothing about his disability when he was little. His parents never told him because they felt like it would be better for him if he didn’t know about it.
Not noticing the tension between Molly and his parents, Tony said,” I’m the one what? Huh? Can’t think of anything can you?”
“Nothing, forget it,” Molly whispered under her breath, looking away ashamed
Right behind her as it turned out was her favorite doll store. To her surprise Brilliant Betsy just came into stores that day. In the front window was a Brilliant Betsy for display, a giant poster of her hung over on top of the front doors, and they were playing the brand new song featuring Brilliant Betsy that could be heard from where they were standing. Molly knew she had to get one of the Brilliant Betsy’s for her collection. It wouldn’t be complete without her.
“Mom, can I get one? Over there!” shouted Molly pointing at the bright and colorful store.
“No, no way! You have enough dolls at home. Plus, you are 15 now, you are way too old to be playing with dolls and-and dressing just like them!” shouted her uptight dad as he started to turn a darker shade of red by the second.
“I am not! Besides what I wear is my business, not yours daddy!” cried Molly.
"Do not talk to your father that way! You are to treat him with respect. He is right by the way, you're getting way too old for dolls. Now let's go, I'm going to be late for my meeting," said Molly's mom glancing at her watch.
"But Mom! We didn't even do anything together yet! We just got here!' Tony cried.
"Well you can thank your sister for walking so slow. Now let's go!" Molly's mom scowled.
"I'm not leaving without Brilliant Betsy," Molly pouted.
Molly's mom looked at her watch uncertainly. It was nearly 3:45. If she stayed any longer she would be late.
"Oh, alright! If buying that thing will get us out of this mall any faster then let's go get it," Molly's mom said giving in.
"Wait, wait a minute," Molly's dad said pulling his wife back," That's it? You're going to let her have it? Just like that? It's no wonder our children have turned spoiled!"
“Excuse me? You know what, I don’t have time for this. Just get her the doll so that I can get to my meeting. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to show up late?” Molly mom said walking away.
“Alright, alright I’ll get her the doll but I still think she’s getting to old,” grunted Molly’s dad while pulling out his wallet.
Soon, they were on their way home and as for Molly’s mom, she arrived safely on time for her meeting. No one knew at that time what Molly’s dad was planning in his head and how far he would go to get rid of his own daughter’s dolls. Slowly as he drove home his plan began to form in his mind. As soon as they got home he went to his office to arrange everything for his little plot. Meanwhile Molly was in her room talking to her best friend, Sandra, on the phone. Not only was Sandra always there for Molly but she also shares her love for dolls. Well maybe she didn’t go as far as to dress up like them like Molly did but she spent nearly as much time in her room rearranging her own collection.
“Are you serious? You got Brilliant Betsy? I’m so jealous right now. Your parents let you have everything! My parents always say stuff like if you want it, you have to pay for it yourself,” Sandra babbled.
“Not necessarily Sandra. I mean Brilliant Betsy is great but you should’ve seen my dad’s face when I got it. I think he really hates my dolls and clothes. I’ve never seen him so upset before," Molly confided.
"Really?" asked Sandra.
"Yes really! You know how I told he's been trying to get rid of my dolls and clothes for a long time now?" Molly whispered.
"Yea, what's your point?" Sandra asked suspiciously.
"My point is that don't you think it'll be weird of him to let all that go just because my mom yelled at him today?" Molly replied surprised that Sandra didn’t understand what she was trying to say.
"Come on Molly. Are you trying to say that your dad is going to do something really crazy to get rid of your dolls?" Sandra asked giggling.
"Well yea, I am. Sandra you don't believe me now but you would if you saw his face at the mall today when I got Betsy!" Molly cried.
"Molly! He's your dad for crying out loud. I really doubt that he would do something crazy like you say he would over something so small and minor," Sandra said seriously.
Molly thought this over. Was she really overreacting? After minutes of debating in her head, Molly decided that Sandra was probably right. He was her dad, he wouldn't do anything too crazy... would he? Just then Molly heard the front door slam downstairs which was soon followed by the muffled voices of her parents arguing.
"Yea I guess you're right. Listen, I have to go, my mom is home and my parents are arguing. I'll talk to you tomorrow okay? Bye!" Molly whispered.
After Molly hung up the phone, she rearranged her dolls one last time then went to bed. Whatever they were arguing about she didn’t want to hear of know about it.
The next day, as Molly walked home, a knot started to grow in her stomach. She had a bad feeling about what she would find when she got home. Nothing prepared her for what she really did see though. Even after talking herself into believing that her dad wouldn’t do anything crazy to get rid of her dolls, she knew deep inside that she was right. He wasn't going to let it go. In her front yard were little girls from all around the neighborhood with their mothers. Molly froze as she realized the only explanation for that many little girls to be in her front yard. She threw her books on the floor not caring about schoolwork anymore. As Molly ran around her yard, she looked at the dolls in all the little girl's hand. There was no doubt about it, they were all her dolls, which could only mean one thing. Her dad was selling her dolls! Just then Molly saw a little girl in the corner of her eyes that caught her attention. That was because in her hands she clutched Molly's first and favorite doll, Jenny.
"Oh no!" Molly cried as she ran and snatched the doll out of the little girl's hand.
The little girl immediately started to cry and claw at Molly yelling, "Give it back!"
Molly just brushed the little girl off and glared at her dad. Seeing Molly's heartless behavior, the mother of the little girl carefully steered her screaming child away, only looking back to glare at Molly. Molly's father just stared back at Molly evenly.
Then he said casually," How rude Molly. You just snatched that doll from a girl half your size."
Molly slowly started to turn dark pink as the anger within her started to build. How dare he, Molly thought in her head. How dare he go in my room, take my dolls sell them, all without her permission, then talk to her as if she was the one who did something wrong!
"Yes you are my dad, but you cannot just go in room, take my dolls, and SELL them!" Molly hissed through her gritted teeth.
Her dad opened his mouth to speak but Molly beat him to it.
"No," Molly said holding up her pointer finger, "Don't even say that I am too old for them because what I wear and what I play with is my choice not yours!
Molly's dad just stood there waiting for his daughter to stop yelling.
Then when he was positive that she let most of her anger cool off, he said calmly, "Molly, you don't know what you want. You think you want dolls but that's an illusion. What girls your age want is a guy's attention."
An image of Billy, the cute, popular, and sweet guy Molly was crushing on flashed through Molly's mind. Her face turned from a slightly pink of anger to a deep burning red of embarrassment. After a moment, Molly realized that if she admitted that she wanted a guy's attention, her dad would win. Having figured this out, Molly stood up straight and looked at her dad in the eyes.
"No it's not an illusion. I know what I want and it's not guys! It's for you to trust that I can figure out what I want for myself," Molly said calm and evenly.
She then took all her remaining dolls, including the ones that were scattered around her yard. This meaning, Molly took dolls from little girls and their mothers, whoever was holding one of her dolls, she would snatch it from them. By the time she was done, pretty much everyone in the neighborhood hated her, but Molly didn't care, as long as she was reunited with her dolls.
When Molly finished rearranging her dolls, she sat on her bed thinking about Billy. He was so cute, sweet, and best of all single! Molly heard that he was waiting out for someone special. She had been hoping that she was that special someone for a long time now but never had the guts to ask him straight up. Turning to her dolls for support, she realized that only half of them remained. Molly sighed and picked up Jenny.
"Well what do you think Jenny? Should I confront Billy and go straight up and ask him?" Molly asked.
Jenny just stared back at Molly through her button eyes. Molly sighed and threw Jenny to the other dolls. At that moment, Molly saw what her dad was talking about. She was a 15-year-old girl who was talking and dressing like a doll, something a toddler would do. Was she really getting too old for this? Molly thought this over and decided that there were some truth in what her dad said but that he still had no right to sell them while she was in school. At the mention of school, Molly remembered her books. She grabbed the sweater that went with her outfit and went downstairs. Through her windows, she could see that it was turning dark outside. She scurried to her front door hoping to avoid her dad. Luck was on her side for her dad was nowhere to be seen. Molly creeped out and found her books exactly where she left them. As she picked them up, she decided that it was time to find out the truth about Billy. Tomorrow she would march right up to him and ask him how he felt about her. No matter the response, she would be strong Molly promised herself. No more hiding.
The next morning, Molly woke up with a knot in her stomach. She took nearly a half a hour to pick out an outfit. When she finally decided, she ended up wearing her favorite jeans with her tight white shirt. Molly just made it to school as the late bell echoed through the hallways. All her classes passed in a blur as she daydreamed about Billy. Next thing she knew, she was in the lunchroom with Billy right in front of her. Molly took a deep breath and started to walk toward Billy and his friends. With every step, the knot within her stomach grew bigger and bigger.
"Hey Billy! Can I talk to you for a little while?" Molly asked.
"Oh, yea sure," Billy responded turning to his friends to say," I'll meet up with you guys later."
Molly waited until his friends were out of earshot, then said," You know how you said you were waiting for someone special?"
"You're wondering if you're that special someone right?" Billy asked reading Molly like a book.
"Ummm... yes," Molly said remembering the promise she made to herself.
"Well you are! I was waiting for you to ask me that for a long time now because to tell you the truth, I was scared to ask you how you felt," Billy said turning red.
Molly looked up at Billy with surprise. She was almost certain that he was going to laugh at her. He looked away embarrassed of his confession.
"I don't know what it is about you but I just want to be with you every minute of my life so badly. Even when you wear those really puffy dresses, something about you makes it look cute. I sometimes think that I love you," Billy said lovingly.
"Well I don't think, I know I love you" Molly said.
She tipie-toed, kissed Billy on the cheek, and then skipped away giggling. Nothing could ever ruin this day Molly thought in her head. She had no idea what was to come next though.
When Molly walked through her front door, her head was still in the stars. She didn't even notice the smell of smoke until she set her books down. Then she ran to the kitchen. No fire there, the stove wasn't even on. Confused, Molly ran up the stairs and saw her dad in her room burning her remaining dolls in the fireplace.
"Oh man! He's absolutely crazy!" Molly cried as she ran into her room to save her dolls.
She snatched the doll from her dad's hand just before he threw it in the fire. To her surprise, it was Jenny. Molly looked in the fire as the remains of Brilliant Betsy burned away to ashes.
"What are you doing? I told you to leave my dolls alone," Molly said calmly.
Molly's dad turned around with tears in his eyes. Molly just stood there frozen from the shock of her dad crying. She had never seen him shed a single tear before. Molly always thought her dad was a strict cold-hearted father that never cried. Turns out he just liked to hide his feelings. I guess he finally cracked, Molly thought in her head.
"I'm trying to help you Molly! Guys don't want girls that dress like that. If you keep going on like this, I'll be an old man with no grandchildren and I'm scared of that!" Molly's dad cried.
Molly just stood there shocked by her dad's reaction. Besides the crackling of the fire in the fireplace, it was completely silent. A feeling of understanding flooded through Molly. She led her dad to her bed. They both sat down.
"Dad, I'm not going to change who I am just for guys to like me. Besides, I have a boyfriend! His name is Billy," Molly explained.
"Billy? Are you talking about Billy Johnson, the cute and popular kid? He likes you?" Molly dad asked with his eyes wide open with surprise.
"He said he thinks he loves me. See daddy? People will love me for being me, and if they don't then they're not worth caring for," Molly said.
"I guess you're right. I can't believe that I tried to burn your dolls just now. Something just came over me. I was forcing you to change for my benefit. By the way I'm sorry. I'm sure your mom will buy you some more__" Molly's dad babbled.
"No it's fine. You were right. I guess I am getting too old for dolls. Besides I'm getting tired of wearing these clothes anyways. I don't know why but now that my dolls are gone, I'm not that obsessed with dolls anymore. If anything now I find the whole thing stupid. I just hope Sandra doesn't mind," Molly confided.
"Well if she's really your friend, she'll like you dolls or no dolls, just like I should have. Just to let you know, whatever interest you take on next, I'm with you 100%," Molly responded putting his arm on Molly's shoulder.
"Thanks daddy," Molly cried hugging him.
After her dad left to go make dinner, Molly called both Billy and Sandra. She told them everything that happened. Turns out Sandra was what Molly's dad would call a true friend. As for Billy, he was more like a good boyfriend. They were both fine with Molly ditching her dolls and doll-like clothes. Soon after Molly hung up the phone, her mom showed up at her door.
"Hey Molly. I heard about what happened today. We'll get you new clothes soon I promise," Molly's mom said.
"Alright," whispered Molly as her head hung down.
"Right now you'll have to get along with what you have and pack because we're all going to Florida for a month," Molly's mom reported smiling.
"What?" Molly asked looking up surprised.
"I've been thinking about what you said the other day and you were right. We do need some family time together. So, I took a month off so that we could all go to Florida," Molly's mom explained.
"R-Really?" Molly stuttered shocked.
"Yes really! Now you better pack up, we're leaving tomorrow morning," Molly's mom said winking and walking away.
Molly quickly scrambled out of bed, put Jenny in a special spot on her dresser, and started packing for what was soon to be the best month of her life.

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer comic

2008-11-09T17:50:00.000-08:00

I made a comic about one of my favorite books, Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. I don't really think it looks like Twilight at all but that was the best I could do with the characters they had. Soooooo, enjoy! =D

HomE on HalloweeN... agAiN

2008-10-31T16:50:00.000-07:00

Have you ever been stuck at home on Halloween? Not because you don't want to go out but because your parents believe that there are ghosts roaming around the streets taking over peoples bodies. You're all probably all thinking wow! your parents are crazy. I understand how you feel because I think the exact same thing back then and now. They believe that there are ghosts everyday but on Halloween they let the spirits from the underworld or something like that. So for years I have been forced to come home early and not go trick or treating like the rest of my friends. I know sad. =*[ teartear, I feel so bad for myself. Well anyways every single year, before I even go to school or ask to go out, they remind to come home early. I don't even bother asking if I could go out anymore on Halloween because I know the answer will always be NO! With the way they act when it even gets close to that time of year, it would be crazy for someone to still have hope that they could go out. What I think is crazy about my parent's policy of not going out on Halloween is that it only goes for me and my little sister, Cindy. My two older gets to go out on Halloween and stay out as long as they want. They don't care if my sisters stay out till 4 in the morning but if I come home at 6 in the afternoon they freak out. Things like this makes me wonder if they really believe that there are ghosts roming the streets. If they really did you would expect them to worry about their older daughters too right? I wonder if they're just making that up so that I would be scared to go out because if that's what they're trying to do, it's not working. All it's really doing is making me think that they are crazy and that they believe the weirdest things. If they really wanted to scare me they should've made up something like there are gangs out killing and slicing people or if they want to be creative, which I really doubt, there is a giant monster made out of jelly named Glob that eats everyone he sees. That was a little out of no where but back to the point. I have no candy on Halloween, and if you know me you would know that I LOVE candy. That's what makes it so sad for me when I'm not allowed to go out on Halloween. Well that's it about my Halloween crisis. Keep reading my blog to hear more about my sad life. =[

3nD ChiLd LabOrR posteR

2008-10-31T10:39:00.000-07:00

TattoOs hOt oR noT??

2008-10-25T19:30:00.000-07:00

Hmmmm... I have been thinking thinking about getting a tattoo(I'm not really planning on getting a tattoo) because they seem cool but I realize that there are a lot of drawbacks about them. Like the fact that if you have a tattoo, it is very hard to find a decent job. A lot of places have a job appearance requirements that includes no tattoos. Apart from the things you need to survive, what if I don't want it anymore? Then the only way to get rid of it is through a very painful process, and I don't know if you're some phsyco person that loves pain and bloodshed but I am the type of person that likes to keep my tears and blood in my body. I flinch from anything sharp or pointy like needles. Besides after you get rid of the tattoo, you will probably end up with a scar that will be a new permanent tattoo and not a pretty one either. If anything I would rather keep my old tattoo then get a big ugly scar. Another bad thing about having a tattoo doesn't hit you right away. It happens when you get old. Around the time when you get wrinkles and your skin starts to sag, that's when the effect starts to kick in. As your skin starts to sag so does your tattoo. It gets all wrinkly, so wrinkly that soon people will have to spread your skin to see what your tattoo is actually of. That can get really annoying. Having people crowding around you all the time. So those are the reasons I don't want to get a tattoo. There are a lot of good things about tattoos though too.

Starting with them just looking nice. :] Another thing that is good about a tattoo is it can express your personality and interests in a whole new way. It can show some people just how much you really care about them if you get it for them sometimes too. Besides almost everyone has at least one tattoo now a days. It almost seems like in order to fit in you need to have a tattoo. Then at the same time who really wants to fit in. I for one love being unique. I know it seems like I'm contradicting myself right now but the point is tattoos have it's ups and downs. I guess that's all the good and bad things about tattoos that I can come up with. Feel free to add more things if you like. So what do you think? Should I get a tattoo? Are they hot or not?

MET

2008-10-22T10:06:00.000-07:00

After I watched the video about child laborers in the United States, I realized that while we are over here wishing that we weren't I school there are people that would give up everything they had to be able to go to school. Some of the people in the United States aren't able to go to school because they have to work on farms so that they could earn money for their families. Because of that the children either don't go to school at all or drop out. For the children that work on farms, it is very hard for them to keep up with the rest of the students in their class. Soon they fall behind because they have to leave early from school to go north and come back late. Because of the frustration of this they drop out of school.
Now there is a program called MET which stands for motivation, education, and training. They help the migrants that drop out of school. This program pays the children to go to school there so that the children don't have to work. This way, the families don't have to make the decision of whether to put their children on the field or let them stay in school.

QuackQuack MooooMooO OinkyOinky I'm on a FARM!

2008-10-08T09:48:00.000-07:00

I am a farmer living in the United States. I hear from a runaway friend that not very far from here is a peaceful place where there is no child labor,where children get to be with their family, and everyone gets to go to school without worrying about letting their families down. I wish everyday that my family and I could run away and start a new life. A life where I'm not afraid to go home because I'm scared of the mad news to come. A life where I can actually be with and spend time with my family and friends. I don't think there is any job that is worst than the one I have. A job where people like me have to stand outside in the burning sun for hours picking up seeds one by one just to get 2 measly dollars a hour! I can't stand the heat, my skin is almost always burned and every movement hurts. Everyday it gets worse and when I get home, my only time I get to relax, I can't because when I lie down it hurts even more. Besides the heat of the sun, the chemicals and pesticides really bother me. They spray it daily to keep the insects out but it keeps more things out than they know. It also keeps me off the farm some days. I'm highly allergic to the chemicals and sometimes the pain gets the better of me. I stay home but I try and fight the pain everyday because I know that my family depends on the little bit of money I make. If I didn't work at least 12 hours a day my family will not only be poor but also homeless. I wish that day when I could leave this world behind and live a normal life with my friends and family would hurry up and come already. I'm tired of waiting.

My Life As A Gold Digger =[

2008-09-24T09:40:00.000-07:00

I'm not the type of gold digger that you think I am. I am actually one of the children here in Africa that have to dig for gold at gold mines. I work for long torturous hours everyday but still I barely have enough money to eat let alone support my whole family. I live a lonely life with no friends because no one has time to talk when we have so much work to do. I once did have a close friend but that was a long time ago. He died when we were little, his body couldn't take what they made him do and soon enough he fell ill. It wasn't long before he was gone from the face of the Earth. Everyday I go to work holding onto the memories of him. I wake up before the sun comes up and walk for hours just to got to the mine. By the time I get there my feet are sore from walking bare foot but the work didn't even start yet. When I actually do start working it gets much worse. My hands burn from the mercury, my muscles ache from the hauling of heavy things, and the wounds I get from lowering my self into mine shafts 40 feet down never get the chance to heal. Every minute I sleep, I dream of the day that I will be able to live a normal childhood without the labor an work.

I got talents ~N~ dey betta den yourzZ

2008-09-18T11:07:00.000-07:00

<---imagine this shape with a tongue

HMMMM... It took me pretty long to figure out my talent but I think I've finally figured it out. My talent is that I could do lots of things with my tongue that others cannot. I could do the three leaf clover, flip my tongue and split my tongue down the middle so that it looks like a butt cheek. =P heehee I know it sounds weird and nasty but... well actually it is weird and nasty.But that's the only talent I came up with soo just bear with me. teehee ;P (wink wink)Whenever I show people what I can do with my tongue they are either grossed out or think it's sooooo cool. The whole tongue splitting thing though always gets the same reaction. Guess what it is! It's always "EEWWWWW gross how u do that???" Well don't care what other people think about my talent because it's unique and to me it's great. +_+... Why don't you guys try doing it. Bet you can't. Are you up for the challenge?? Good luck! =P

My Worst Summer Ever!!!!!

2008-09-11T12:24:00.000-07:00