Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Halloween
A Halloween that i remember was when i was walking around, just wondering. we decided to go downtown because we had nothing better to do. everybody kept complaining about how boring this is and then this kid got hit by a car that i didn't know. the rest of the evening got worse, on the way home from downtown some weird homeless man was looking at me, and i swear he was on something. It also kind of creeped everyone else out.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Submissions for the Lit Mag
That One Thing That You Love In The Middle Of the Night
My kind of soul foodthe steaming bowl of "pasta" and tomato sauce
heat this wonderful sensation on the stove top until it boils
when you can almost taste this "wonder sensational"
once its finished, let it sit for 5 - 10 before you dive in
this wonderful thing that is pasta shaped as O's surronded by tomato sauce
is known as
Spaghetti O's.
I've Got a Problem
You know what they say?
How admitting you have a problem is the first step?
Well, I have a problem.
You know when you go out to save the world and everyone’s relying on you?
And you know you should concentrating on stopping Dr. dooms-pollutionater
But all you can think about
Is that one cigerette.
I mean, when you start to think about it
It’s just one little cigerette
What can it do?
You know its wrong
But you’ve been a straight edge goody-goody
All your life
And you should branch out, you’re curious
I know! I know!
It’s not something like me should do
But life isn’t fair.
People aren’t perfect.
They let you down
They screw up the earth
It’s not easy being captain planet.
Childish Poem
My favorite thing to play with are pokemon
my friend jimmy got a new tv
i really like candy and cookies
me and my friends like to play shootin games
whenever i see something shiny, i have to have it.
one time my dad lost his job and we almost had to move and we waited forever for him to get another job and we almost lost our house and i like animals and i don't know where electricity comes from.
my friend jimmy got a new tv
i really like candy and cookies
me and my friends like to play shootin games
whenever i see something shiny, i have to have it.
one time my dad lost his job and we almost had to move and we waited forever for him to get another job and we almost lost our house and i like animals and i don't know where electricity comes from.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Prose Write
"For the most wild thing yet most homely narrative which i am about to pen, I neither except nor solicit belief" said the president as he walked into the room. "but George, Rumsfeld and i were just talking about the awesome game between the Rays and the Red Sox and how the curse of Manny Ramirez has been cursed on the Red Sox." said Cheney.
"Oh, don't say anything about the game lat night, i recordified it with my dish DVR." said Bush.
"Mmmmmmrrrr" replied Cheney.
"hey did you guys see the SNL with Sarah Palin? said Osama Bin Laden as he stepped out of the oval office closet. "Yeah, i felt before that she couldn't make anymore of an idiot of herself, but then she proved me wrong." said Rumsfeld
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Lit Mag +/-/NI
Good
-I really like the photography, it makes it not so pale.
-The layout is creative.
-I also really liked the covers
I didn't find anything that i didn't really hate about it.
Needs Improvement
- I couldn't really find anything that i didn't like except for having to turn the magazine around a lot to read everyones stories.
-I really like the photography, it makes it not so pale.
-The layout is creative.
-I also really liked the covers
I didn't find anything that i didn't really hate about it.
Needs Improvement
- I couldn't really find anything that i didn't like except for having to turn the magazine around a lot to read everyones stories.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
That One Thing That You Love In The Middle Of the Night
My kind of soul food
the steaming bowl of "pasta" and tomato sauce
heat this wonderful sensation on the stove top until it boils
when you can almost taste this "wonder sensational"
once its finished, let it sit for 5 - 10 before you dive in
this wonderful thing that is pasta shaped as O's surronded by tomato sauce
is known as
Spaghetti O's.
the steaming bowl of "pasta" and tomato sauce
heat this wonderful sensation on the stove top until it boils
when you can almost taste this "wonder sensational"
once its finished, let it sit for 5 - 10 before you dive in
this wonderful thing that is pasta shaped as O's surronded by tomato sauce
is known as
Spaghetti O's.
Monday, October 6, 2008
I've Got a Problem
You know what they say?
How admitting you have a problem is the first step?
Well, I have a problem.
You know when you go out to save the world and everyone’s relying on you?
And you know you should concentrating on stopping Dr. dooms-pollutionater
But all you can think about
Is that one cigerette.
I mean, when you start to think about it
It’s just one little cigerette
What can it do?
You know its wrong
But you’ve been a straight edge goody-goody
All your life
And you should branch out, you’re curious
I know! I know!
It’s not something like me should do
But life isn’t fair.
People aren’t perfect.
They let you down
They screw up the earth
It’s not easy being captain planet.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Favorite Poem
"Casey At The Bat"
By: Ernest Lawrence Thayer
"The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that —
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat;
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped —
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said "Strike two!"
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out."
I really like this poem because it show every children's book doesn't have a positive outcome, like batman can't always save that one citizen of Gotham.
By: Ernest Lawrence Thayer
"The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that —
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat;
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped —
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said "Strike two!"
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out."
I really like this poem because it show every children's book doesn't have a positive outcome, like batman can't always save that one citizen of Gotham.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Toby
There once was a man who hated his boss. His bosses name was Michael and he was a comedic genius, but really stupid. he then went into work and told Michael "i quit". this mans name was toby and he loved all of his coworkers, but not his boss.
John, The Yankees Fan
So, there once was a man who's name was john. He got so very sick of terrible Georgia traffic, so he bought a plane ticket to Portland, OR. He didn't enjoy the flight, as does no one enjoy sitting on a plane for 5 and a 1/2 hour plane flight. anyways, this guy named john, well he was very hungry once he got off the plane so he found a awesome pub nearby and had lunch there. he had one of their homemade microbrews and a plate of spaghetti. after that, he hopped on mass transit (the light rail) called MAX. Almost like MARTA, but done a lot better, way more convienent stops, and people who don't sell socks on it. Once he got off at downtown Portland, he saw he entire NY Yankee baseball team. His jaw dropped to the floor and he ran over and met everyone. This was odd, because Portland doesn't have a MLB team, the nearest baseball team was 3 hours away in Seattle. after this he ran into the Boston Red Sox. As, being a big Yankee fan, he took to hating them almost as a religon. His most despised red sox player was Coco Crisp, the most evil red sox of them all. He made his way towards coco crisp, and punched him in this face. after his delightful day, he slept all the way home.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Fridays Write
I was waiting for dad to get home from picking up grandma. Everyone was acting very strange, strange even for Christmas. (The truth is, is that grandma actually died on the car ride there, but they don't Jimmy to know that) Everyone was running around frantically, running in from outside, from what it seemed to be grandma. I asked dad why she wasn't saying anything, he replied "she had a long car ride son, she fell asleep."
A Few Hours Later
It was finally time to open presents, but they were carrying her again put her down on the armchair behind me and started to spray her with febreeze. I didn't think to ask why. As we started to open presents, i looked over my shoulder and saw grandma's head roll around in a limp circle almost as if it was a clip out of the excorsist; i jumped up and screamed. My parents turned around and saw this also and tried to cover it all up by calling 911. When the ambulance came, i overheard them talking. they said that body had been dead for awhile and they were calling the police. After about 5 minuets i saw dad being put in the back of the cop car. Merry Christmas!!!
A Few Hours Later
It was finally time to open presents, but they were carrying her again put her down on the armchair behind me and started to spray her with febreeze. I didn't think to ask why. As we started to open presents, i looked over my shoulder and saw grandma's head roll around in a limp circle almost as if it was a clip out of the excorsist; i jumped up and screamed. My parents turned around and saw this also and tried to cover it all up by calling 911. When the ambulance came, i overheard them talking. they said that body had been dead for awhile and they were calling the police. After about 5 minuets i saw dad being put in the back of the cop car. Merry Christmas!!!
Portland
Portland, where the smell of fresh air is very strong and a vague sound of MAX roaring down the north-south line. Even in downtown Portland, you can still see the peak of Mt. Hood and Mt. St. Helens.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Atlanta Aint' the Place
First off i would just like to say that i don't think Atlanta is the best place for sorts teams. All of the sports teams had terrible records. Yes, the hawks made it into the playoffs last year, but only because the eastern conference was terrible! the falcons where trampled by the fact of having no offensive line and a lack of a defense. Even thier head coach left! for a college team!
My Memory
I remember...
The summer of 7th grade. We were just about to move to Georgia. My dad was about to fly into Portland from Atlanta the night of the last day of school. i Haven't seen him in 2 or 3 months because he moved ahead of us so that he could start his job at this new radio station, the reason why we were moving. I was pretty upset the whole entire time of that week that we were moving because i had to say goodbye to everyone, my old house, my old neighborhood and old school. Most of all i didn't want to say goodbye to Portland, me or my parents.
The summer of 7th grade. We were just about to move to Georgia. My dad was about to fly into Portland from Atlanta the night of the last day of school. i Haven't seen him in 2 or 3 months because he moved ahead of us so that he could start his job at this new radio station, the reason why we were moving. I was pretty upset the whole entire time of that week that we were moving because i had to say goodbye to everyone, my old house, my old neighborhood and old school. Most of all i didn't want to say goodbye to Portland, me or my parents.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
My Flattend Basketball Hoop
One day, the United States was threatened by Rhode Island because it was tired of being the smallest state. It said that it wanted billions of dollars by midnight that night. But, of course the United States doesn't negotiate with terrorists or Rhode Island, they didn't deliver the money that night. Thus, Rhode Island was still mad and fired a missile at my backyard exploding and knocking over my basketball hoop with its strong and powerful winds.
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