Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
A Character
My Character
Name: Powder. Sometimes called Powder Puff girl.
Species: Cat. Mixed longhair. She is related to a breed the same as Stinky Joe.
Age: Three years in people years, and 25 in cat years. She acts her age.
Personality: She is a moderately smart cat, she knows what she wants, she is dainty, and she loves to gossip. When uncomfortable she can let you know. She is initiative yet likes her mate to pamper her. She is also known as a flirt.
Objective: Her objective is to be a faster catcher in the middle field as Sonic is still trying to get into little league; she hopes to improve before then.
Super-Objective: She wants to marry her boyfriend someday, she loves him and believes he loves her. They have been going out for three years. His name is Smokey.
Friends: Her friends are Sonic, Smokey, Mittens, Bittey, and Tiger. She tries to befriend and sometimes flirt with Stinky Joe but he often finds reasons to dislike her. She is also friends with small dogs- Oscar, Felix, Casey, and Brandy. She is friendly yet careful of who she befriends.
Hates: She hates huge, black dogs. She hates being in the rain. She hates loud noises, like motorcycle engine, or vacuum noises. She isn't afraid of loud noises, she just finds them annoying. She hates it when she gets a bur in her tail. She hates it when there is another gorgeous cat in town- she gets jealous. She hates it when her boyfriend watches the sports channel on her birthday.
Family: She remembers her mother and siblings when she was a kitten. She still often misses her mother and has dreams of being with her. She has only seen her father a few times. A few weeks after she was born though she ran away from her family because she was the runt and was often thought of as last and forgotten.
Home: She lives in a small apartment with Stinky Joe across from Bittey and Sonic.
Hobbies: She loves to take walks and jog in fields to stay fit whith her friends. She sometimes lifts weights, and does sit-ups. She likes to play catch with her friends to brushen up on her catching skills twice every week.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
A Character
My Character
Name: Mittens
Species: Normal black and white house cat
Age: Six years old in human years and fifty in cat years.
Objective: to help Sonic get into Little League and some how get over her shyness.
Super-Objective: To help overcome her shyness and start being brave.
Loves: She loves the color blue. She loves Lilacs. She loves to eat potatoe soup. She also loves to knitt and read books on mystery. In short, she is a nerd and loves to do nerd like activities. She secretly has a crush on Tiger the cat. She loves to keep clean. She also loves noodles.
Hates: She hates dogs, loud noises, big crowds, the doctor, spiders, and, sometimes other cats. She also hates dirty places, dishonest friends, and crowds of people.
Hobbies: She knits allot. Sometimes she cooks.
Family: She knew her mother. She never really knew her father or siblings that well. She came from an out-going family of cats that never really had a steady home.
Obstacles: Her obstacle in life is her shyness. What led to this incident was when she was a small kitten. She was playing with her ball near her friends house while her friends family was moving in. Two mover guys were carrying a washing machine and she accidentally got in the way and it fell right on her foot. As soon as they took it off her foot she ran to her room and has been a scaredy-cat since.
Friends: One of her friends is Powder. They both love to go into the flower beds and talk about secret things. They also play with bees there.
Name: Mittens
Species: Normal black and white house cat
Age: Six years old in human years and fifty in cat years.
Objective: to help Sonic get into Little League and some how get over her shyness.
Super-Objective: To help overcome her shyness and start being brave.
Loves: She loves the color blue. She loves Lilacs. She loves to eat potatoe soup. She also loves to knitt and read books on mystery. In short, she is a nerd and loves to do nerd like activities. She secretly has a crush on Tiger the cat. She loves to keep clean. She also loves noodles.
Hates: She hates dogs, loud noises, big crowds, the doctor, spiders, and, sometimes other cats. She also hates dirty places, dishonest friends, and crowds of people.
Hobbies: She knits allot. Sometimes she cooks.
Family: She knew her mother. She never really knew her father or siblings that well. She came from an out-going family of cats that never really had a steady home.
Obstacles: Her obstacle in life is her shyness. What led to this incident was when she was a small kitten. She was playing with her ball near her friends house while her friends family was moving in. Two mover guys were carrying a washing machine and she accidentally got in the way and it fell right on her foot. As soon as they took it off her foot she ran to her room and has been a scaredy-cat since.
Friends: One of her friends is Powder. They both love to go into the flower beds and talk about secret things. They also play with bees there.
A Character
My Character
Name: Stinky Joey. Although his original name was Joey, but all his friends call him Stinky Joe, Stink-head, or Binky because of some silly rumor that got spread about him as a kitten; Apparently he wet the bed as a kitten and left a stinky odor and Mittens found out and gossiped.
Now he pretty much doesn't care what you call him. He now refers himself as Stinky Joe.
Species: Cat mixed
Age: Five years in people years and 38 in cat years, although most of the time now he acts like a cranky 45 year old man.
Hobbies: He loves to play pool. He occasionally plays baseball with his buddy, Sonic. He likes to hunt for rats and catch them for fun. He also loves to make booby traps and sling shots.
Stinky is an outdoor man's cat so he loves being in the wilderness and camping with his friends.
Friends: He has many fare whether friends, but no best friend. In fact many cats who he is friends with, fight with him first, then become his friend if they loose the fight.
Hates: He hates taking baths, he would rather clean himself with a soapy wash cloth. Ever since he was a kitten he was afraid and had nightmares of drowning in the water. He hates being babied, it makes him feel like a nerd. He hates dogs, even small ones. He hates the summer because it is so hot. He is afraid of cars.
Loves: He loves to eat Salmon sandwiches with pickles, mayonnaise, and pecans. He loves shrimp Scampi. He also loves cooked chicken legs. He loves milk, especially chocolate milk. When hunting with his buddies he loves to eat quail but hates to prepare it! He also loves to eat roasted squirrel over the fire. He loves milkshakes. He loves to attend pool table events even if he isn't playing. He loves to have barbeque with all his friends visiting at his house.
Born: He was born in a small town in Southern, California where horses are still kept as pets. He is a country cat.
Family: He had a mother but she left him and his siblings to go get food and never came back. He never got to know his father either. Stinky was an orphan and because his mother left him at such a young age he never really knew how to control certain emotional and physical outbursts.
Objective: His objective for the moment is to help Sonic make it into the little league baseball tournament since Sonic already helped him find a nice home.
Super-Objective: To catch the biggest fabled rat known as THE BEAST and mount its head on his wall.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
A Creation of a Character III
My Character
Name: Rex
Species: Iguana
Objective: To someday go back to a South American Jungle and live a life amongst other iguanas like himself.
Super Objective: To someday meet his parents.
Age: Rex is five months old in people years and 15 in lizard years.
Personality: He is a soft spoken, Optimistic, and friendly little iguana with loads of patience.
Hobbies: He likes to swim. He also likes to play water polo. He likes to draw. He reads a lot of geographic books.
Hates: He hates cats, birds, and the dentist. He also hates it the mess he makes when he sheds his skin.
Loves: He loves to be clean. He loves company. He loves to eat salads, especially Romaine. He loves to lay out in the sun, especially if he ever gets to the beach.
Pet-peeves: He hates it when somebody tears off his sheded skin, sometimes it can make him itch and it could also sting. He hates really noisy guests. He doesn't like it when guests clean their teeth at the dinner table with their hands.
Family: He has never seen his mom or dad, although he has been with his sister in the pet shop he stayed at before he has been purchased as a pet.
Home: He lives in a cage inside a little girls room in Southern California.
Friends: He has a grouchy neighbor as a friend named Alex who happens to be a normal sized Alligator lizard. He gets along well with Alex, its just that Alex tends to get mad at the most unexpected times, example: in the morning when the sun comes up if it comes into his eye he will get angry. He also finds the little girl that owns him his friend because she talks to him and shows him magazines to read. She is the only one that knows he can read. Her name is Cherity and she is a 10 year old little girl.
Monday, March 3, 2008
A Creation of a Character III
My Character:
Name: Gonzo
Species: Lizard-Anole
Age: Three years in people years, 25 in lizard years, although he acts alot like a 17 year old in lizard years.
Objective: His objective in life is to own his own restauraunt with a bar inside and call it "The Cricket Cocktail Shack."
Super-objective: To survive in a world of Carnivores, like Sonic.
Friends: He lives next to his best friend Greeny-Leeny, who is also a lizard-just a green one.
Home: He also lives in the dessert in Arizona near Sonic the Cat. He lives in a little hole in the ground right by Sonic's mailbox with a small mailbox of his own right beside the entrance of his hole.
Pet-peeves: He doesn't like to lose. If he loses he gets angry and gets all crazy slashing his talens out and biting. He hates being rushed.
Hates: He hates winter because when it is winter he has to sometimes go on vacation to a warmer climate by hooking up with his bird (A swallow) friend to go down to Mexico for a while. He hates leaving his house alone because Sonic the cat might vandalize it. Sometimes he bribes his neighbor Sonic, if he could stay in his house as long as he eats all the spiders.
Loves: He loves to eat bugs, especially crickets. He loves to cook. When he was younger he used to make ham-bugers.
Hobbies: He likes to fly kites for fun sometimes. He likes to jog in the morning. Sometimes he lifts weights. He likes playing video games. He loves to watch football.
Obstacles: Sonic is the biggest obstacle in his life, however other predators are as well. The cold also happens to be an obstacle in his life since he is cold-blooded.
Family: He doesn't remember his mom and dad or his brothers and sisters.
Story of his life before now: He used to live in a pet shop with a bunch of other lizards related to his species. Then someone baught him and took him home. After that he got out of his cage one night with his buddy-Greeny Leeny, to live a life of freedom out on his own.
Name: Gonzo
Species: Lizard-Anole
Age: Three years in people years, 25 in lizard years, although he acts alot like a 17 year old in lizard years.
Objective: His objective in life is to own his own restauraunt with a bar inside and call it "The Cricket Cocktail Shack."
Super-objective: To survive in a world of Carnivores, like Sonic.Friends: He lives next to his best friend Greeny-Leeny, who is also a lizard-just a green one.
Home: He also lives in the dessert in Arizona near Sonic the Cat. He lives in a little hole in the ground right by Sonic's mailbox with a small mailbox of his own right beside the entrance of his hole.
Pet-peeves: He doesn't like to lose. If he loses he gets angry and gets all crazy slashing his talens out and biting. He hates being rushed.
Hates: He hates winter because when it is winter he has to sometimes go on vacation to a warmer climate by hooking up with his bird (A swallow) friend to go down to Mexico for a while. He hates leaving his house alone because Sonic the cat might vandalize it. Sometimes he bribes his neighbor Sonic, if he could stay in his house as long as he eats all the spiders.
Loves: He loves to eat bugs, especially crickets. He loves to cook. When he was younger he used to make ham-bugers.
Hobbies: He likes to fly kites for fun sometimes. He likes to jog in the morning. Sometimes he lifts weights. He likes playing video games. He loves to watch football.
Obstacles: Sonic is the biggest obstacle in his life, however other predators are as well. The cold also happens to be an obstacle in his life since he is cold-blooded.
Family: He doesn't remember his mom and dad or his brothers and sisters.
Story of his life before now: He used to live in a pet shop with a bunch of other lizards related to his species. Then someone baught him and took him home. After that he got out of his cage one night with his buddy-Greeny Leeny, to live a life of freedom out on his own.
My Character
My Character:
Name: Sonic the Cat
Species: Siamese cat mixed with Tabby
Age: His general age is one in human years and 21 in cat years, although he acts a lot like an 18 year old most of the time.
Hobbies: He loves to play softball. He especially loves throwing the ball and playing catch with it.
Friends: He doesn't really have a lot of friends
because he is a cat and most cats are loners to begin with. Besides he is really annoying anyway! All the friends he has is a group of six other cats he plays softball with in the field next to his house; Stinky, Tiger, Smokey, Felix, Killer (which happens to be a tom-boy girl), and Powder (which also happens to be a girl cat).
Enemies: He doesn't really hate her but fights with his sister Bittey alot.
pet-peeves: He hates any dog. He doesn't like to be teased or bothered while sleeping. He hates water. He doesn't like this one lizard named Gonso, that keeps making fun of him and steeling his mail.
Loves: He loves to sneak up on people and scare them, he feeds off of the reaction his victims give.
Super objective: His main objective in life is to survive and prove to his parents that he could live on his own.
Objective: to make it into the little league of baseball players and become famous. He also hopes this will help him get lots of action with the girls he calls kittens.
His home: He lives in a house by a lake in Arizona with his sister because he loves the sun and hates big crowds. He also loves the environment and wildlife.
Obstacles: Money for him is always an obstacle. He is also bad when it comes to communication skills- he talks alot and hardly listens, plus he is really weird.
Name: Sonic the Cat
Species: Siamese cat mixed with Tabby
Age: His general age is one in human years and 21 in cat years, although he acts a lot like an 18 year old most of the time.
Hobbies: He loves to play softball. He especially loves throwing the ball and playing catch with it.
Friends: He doesn't really have a lot of friends
because he is a cat and most cats are loners to begin with. Besides he is really annoying anyway! All the friends he has is a group of six other cats he plays softball with in the field next to his house; Stinky, Tiger, Smokey, Felix, Killer (which happens to be a tom-boy girl), and Powder (which also happens to be a girl cat).Enemies: He doesn't really hate her but fights with his sister Bittey alot.
pet-peeves: He hates any dog. He doesn't like to be teased or bothered while sleeping. He hates water. He doesn't like this one lizard named Gonso, that keeps making fun of him and steeling his mail.
Loves: He loves to sneak up on people and scare them, he feeds off of the reaction his victims give.
Super objective: His main objective in life is to survive and prove to his parents that he could live on his own.
Objective: to make it into the little league of baseball players and become famous. He also hopes this will help him get lots of action with the girls he calls kittens.
His home: He lives in a house by a lake in Arizona with his sister because he loves the sun and hates big crowds. He also loves the environment and wildlife.
Obstacles: Money for him is always an obstacle. He is also bad when it comes to communication skills- he talks alot and hardly listens, plus he is really weird.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
The creation of a character...
My Characters
Perry Puffin:
Type: He is a goofy character, mostly quiet and shy.
Age: He is at least 1 year old in people years and 19 years old in puffin years.
Favorite things: He loves to eat eel, but especially in sushi rolls with rice! He loves to chill in warm waters to relax-tide pools or near ponds connected to gysers. He also likes to fly up this cliff off of the coast of Scottland and gaze at the ocean. He loves to hang out with his best friend that happens to be Nessy; the Loch-ness monster. When he is on vacation he likes to race other birds up the mountains of Canada for fun.
Dislikes: He hates this seal character named Charles that always tries to compete with him for food. He hates Fake friends. He dislikes shrimp. He is scared of killer whales and sharks.
Family: He has one sister named Olivia and one brother named Berry. He had another brother named Taylor that was older than him by a year but he mysteriously disapeared after traveling to Alaska with his mate Tooki.
His mom's name is Olympia, and his father's name is Royce. They both met on the rocks of Scottland, where Perry Puffin now lives only fifteen miles away from, on the same island though. He has good relations with his parents and is known to be the "moma's bird" in the family. He gets along well with his brother and is teased by his sister. Him and his mother get along well but him and his father don't really. His father always tries to help him be independent, but his mother smothers him still.
Occupation: He doesn't really work for money, but he does have a job along with other puffins near a dock to catch fish and bring them in for him and other families. As a reward the head puffins offer him fish.
Relationships: Perry Puffin was never a lady's man. whenever he saw a lady puffin comming up to rap her bill against his ( a kiss in puffin world) he would hide his head under his wing or flicker because he was nervouse. Sometimes he would even say bad jokes. Along the cliff side he happened to meet and spend at least three months with this other puffin named Myra, but she soon fell for a bigger, and stronger puffin than him and left.
Current Life: He still currently lives off the coast of Scottland by a flock of his other bachelor friends. He still has the same job bringing in fish.
Hobbies: Him and his friends love to go cave dwelling to search for the mysterious gems they once had here.
Goals: He wants to travel to Alaska someday with his buddies to find his long lost brother. Someday he also hopes to have his own family and move to Italy.
Perry Puffin:
Type: He is a goofy character, mostly quiet and shy.
Age: He is at least 1 year old in people years and 19 years old in puffin years.
Favorite things: He loves to eat eel, but especially in sushi rolls with rice! He loves to chill in warm waters to relax-tide pools or near ponds connected to gysers. He also likes to fly up this cliff off of the coast of Scottland and gaze at the ocean. He loves to hang out with his best friend that happens to be Nessy; the Loch-ness monster. When he is on vacation he likes to race other birds up the mountains of Canada for fun.
Dislikes: He hates this seal character named Charles that always tries to compete with him for food. He hates Fake friends. He dislikes shrimp. He is scared of killer whales and sharks.
Family: He has one sister named Olivia and one brother named Berry. He had another brother named Taylor that was older than him by a year but he mysteriously disapeared after traveling to Alaska with his mate Tooki.
His mom's name is Olympia, and his father's name is Royce. They both met on the rocks of Scottland, where Perry Puffin now lives only fifteen miles away from, on the same island though. He has good relations with his parents and is known to be the "moma's bird" in the family. He gets along well with his brother and is teased by his sister. Him and his mother get along well but him and his father don't really. His father always tries to help him be independent, but his mother smothers him still.
Occupation: He doesn't really work for money, but he does have a job along with other puffins near a dock to catch fish and bring them in for him and other families. As a reward the head puffins offer him fish.
Relationships: Perry Puffin was never a lady's man. whenever he saw a lady puffin comming up to rap her bill against his ( a kiss in puffin world) he would hide his head under his wing or flicker because he was nervouse. Sometimes he would even say bad jokes. Along the cliff side he happened to meet and spend at least three months with this other puffin named Myra, but she soon fell for a bigger, and stronger puffin than him and left.
Current Life: He still currently lives off the coast of Scottland by a flock of his other bachelor friends. He still has the same job bringing in fish.
Hobbies: Him and his friends love to go cave dwelling to search for the mysterious gems they once had here.
Goals: He wants to travel to Alaska someday with his buddies to find his long lost brother. Someday he also hopes to have his own family and move to Italy.
Monday, February 25, 2008
The Differences Between Similar Things
The difference between a Panda and Grizzly bear:
Panda bears eat Bambo and Grizzly bears eat berries and sometimes animals.
The Panda has a hard time mating, the Grizzly bear doesn't.
The Panda is not a bear, the Grizzly is.
The Panda is related to the common Raccoon, the Grizzly is related to a family of carnivores that were also descendents of the dog family.
The Panda lives in China, the Grizzly lives in Alaska and Northern Canada.
The difference between a Tazmanian Tiger and a Siberian Tiger:
The Tazmanian Tiger lived only on the island of Tazmania (by Austrailia), however the Siberian Tiger only lives in the Siberian part of Russia.
The Tazmanian Tiger is extinct, the Siberian Tiger is endangered.
The Tazmanian Tiger is a marsupial, the Siberian tiger is not.
The Tazmanian Tiger has a long snout and looks like a dog with stripes, the Siberian Tiger has a short powerful muzzle and looks like a huge furry cat.
The Tazmanian Tiger can open its mouth to a 90 degree angle, the Siberian Tiger cannot.
The Siberian Tiger thrives in the snow, the Tazmanian Tiger prefers dessert and hot terrain.
The difference between a Liger and a Tiger:
A Liger has magical powers and skills, a Tiger does not.
A Liger is a cross between a Tiger and Lion, a Tiger is just a boring Tiger.
A Liger has a lions mane, a Tiger doesnt.
A Liger has a ball with spikes for a tail, a Tiger just has a fuzzy tail.
The difference between cartoon skunks and real skunks:
Cartoon skunks have a green cloud to show their smell, real skunks spray you with urine!
Cartoon skunks have cute little French acsents, real skunks squeak.
Cartoon skunks are funny, real skunks are not.
Cartoon skunks can wear clothes and do funny things, real skunks just get into your garden and surprise you.
The funniest thing you can see a cartoon skunk do is get hit in the face with a pan, the funniest thing you can see a real skunk do is get hit by a truck.
What not to do on a first date...
- Don't scratch the side of your nose-it looks like your picking it from another angle.
- Don't say, "This is the best date I have had yet" because it makes you sound like an undesirable date.
- Don't cry if they say they want to be friends first, it may lead to a seriouse relationship especially if they don't know you that well- plus they might make fun of you or scare them away if you cry in their face.
- Try to turn your cell phone off-it is kinda rude!
- Don't be cheap guys! Buy your girl something nice to eat from a moderately expensive restaraunt. It means your not seriouse yet or fishing for a wife; your just having a good comfortable time.
- If you are nervouse try not to interupt your date when he/she is talking.
- Dont say they remind you of a family member of yours-like your dad, brother or sister!
- Dont oogle at other attractive girls boys! And girls, the same goes for you and that hotty over there in your view.
- Dont blow your top when you see them talking to their friends.
- Don't be clingy and follow your date everywhere, it makes them feel suffocated.
- Don't lie, they will figure you out sooner or latter.
- And please guys, don't have your relative, mother, or friend drive you two around, it makes you look like you are a free-loader!
- Try not to wear clothes you would normally wear on your day-off. Example: sweats or torn up jeans with a hole in the crotch.
- Don't say, "I have been single so long, I could go for anything right now."
- Guys don't smack your date on the butt until you know your date actually likes you!
- Don't say, "Can I smell you?"
- Don't forget to wash your hands after using the restroom, they might be in a room next to you listening.
- Don't tell them, "You are the cleanest person I know."
- Dont forget to put deoderant on!
- Don't eat anything with onions in it if you can help it!
- Don't tell them humiliating stories about you until after you get to know them well.
- Don't talk about your ex if you can help it!
- Don't put them in the spot light and say after a meal, "Here, you throw my food away."
- Don't be bossy
- Don't be too nosy
- Don't point out their obviouse flaws-after all, nobody is perfect.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
The Big Journey
I lived in a lake,
I will now swim up the stream.
Tomorrow I hope I will wake,
and hopefully fulfill my lifelong dream.
I worked hard to survive until today,
living in an area grizzly bears love to play.
Many of my good friends have come and gone,
the time to fulfill there lifelong purpose is not that very long.
We all try to live, share, and play from day to day,
even though some of us cant live very long anyway.
As I swim up the stream with such terrific force,
I can see some of my friends get eaten by bears with great remorse.
there is not much I can do, or much I can say,
I don't think it would matter if I helped them anyway.
We all have to die someday it is a natural rule,
to deny mortality after spawning would make you a fool!
It is early in the morning through the break of dawn,
that I get ready to fulfill my destiny-to finally spawn.
As I finally make it with all of my power and strength,
I gently swim through the lake to find the right partner and mate.
After we are all done with the race,
we all spontaneously float up from all over the place.
There is a salmon here, a salmon there, we are now dying everywhere.
Although it may look as though we are in pain,
In return there is much to gain.
millions of baby salmon will awake soon from their nests,
to feed and grow in the lakes and streams in Alaska we all loved best!
-Anita Brett
I will now swim up the stream.
Tomorrow I hope I will wake,
and hopefully fulfill my lifelong dream.
I worked hard to survive until today,
living in an area grizzly bears love to play.
Many of my good friends have come and gone,
the time to fulfill there lifelong purpose is not that very long.
We all try to live, share, and play from day to day,
even though some of us cant live very long anyway.
As I swim up the stream with such terrific force,
I can see some of my friends get eaten by bears with great remorse.
there is not much I can do, or much I can say,
I don't think it would matter if I helped them anyway.
We all have to die someday it is a natural rule,
to deny mortality after spawning would make you a fool!
It is early in the morning through the break of dawn,
that I get ready to fulfill my destiny-to finally spawn.
As I finally make it with all of my power and strength,
I gently swim through the lake to find the right partner and mate.
After we are all done with the race,
we all spontaneously float up from all over the place.
There is a salmon here, a salmon there, we are now dying everywhere.
Although it may look as though we are in pain,
In return there is much to gain.
millions of baby salmon will awake soon from their nests,
to feed and grow in the lakes and streams in Alaska we all loved best!
-Anita Brett
Friday, February 22, 2008
Memories i hope to never forget II
My brothers:
I remember when my brother graduated from boot-camp at camp Penalton in San Diego and became a marine. When we saw all the men (no longer boys) standing in front of us as we stared down at them on the benches it was hard to tell who was who because they all had the same expression on their faces. Even then it was hard to see their faces because their hats sat low on their heads as they stood very still in the sun while the Sargent was talking to us on the microphone.
I also remember the expression on my younger brother's face when he was looking back at the group of soldiers. He had tears of joy in his eyes just as well as almost everybody else did in the audience. I never thought my younger brother could take a serious moment until now-normally he laughs or makes a joke out of something.
My Artistic accomplishments:
I remember my first public mural. Me and my friends at Norco High decided to paint a mural of New York after the attack on the Twin Towers. We used pictures of magazines to help us paint the huge picture. Even now I bet it is still there in that same hallway by the library.
I remember the first art award I got from school. I was in elementary school when they were having a contest. I turned in a drawing of all sorts of fish in the ocean and won. I will never forget what a lady said to me when she saw me. She told me she thought the different fish to her symbolized all the different kinds of people, ethnicities, and cultures in the world. I just thought fish were beutiful and that was it. It was then that I figured out why people liked art-because it either reminds them of interesting themes or because it sooths the mind and speaks to their heart...or something like that.
My first pet:
My first dog wasn't really my dog, it was my grandmothers' dog. Her name was Lady and she was a Cocker Spaniel. When I was seven is when my grandmother had her. I used to play hide and seek with her.
I remember when my brother graduated from boot-camp at camp Penalton in San Diego and became a marine. When we saw all the men (no longer boys) standing in front of us as we stared down at them on the benches it was hard to tell who was who because they all had the same expression on their faces. Even then it was hard to see their faces because their hats sat low on their heads as they stood very still in the sun while the Sargent was talking to us on the microphone.
I also remember the expression on my younger brother's face when he was looking back at the group of soldiers. He had tears of joy in his eyes just as well as almost everybody else did in the audience. I never thought my younger brother could take a serious moment until now-normally he laughs or makes a joke out of something.
My Artistic accomplishments:
I remember my first public mural. Me and my friends at Norco High decided to paint a mural of New York after the attack on the Twin Towers. We used pictures of magazines to help us paint the huge picture. Even now I bet it is still there in that same hallway by the library.
I remember the first art award I got from school. I was in elementary school when they were having a contest. I turned in a drawing of all sorts of fish in the ocean and won. I will never forget what a lady said to me when she saw me. She told me she thought the different fish to her symbolized all the different kinds of people, ethnicities, and cultures in the world. I just thought fish were beutiful and that was it. It was then that I figured out why people liked art-because it either reminds them of interesting themes or because it sooths the mind and speaks to their heart...or something like that.
My first pet:
My first dog wasn't really my dog, it was my grandmothers' dog. Her name was Lady and she was a Cocker Spaniel. When I was seven is when my grandmother had her. I used to play hide and seek with her.
Memorys I hope to never forget
Memories of my Grandpa from my moms side:
I remember one time when I was five years old playing with him at the dinner table. I was hidding from him and he was making his hand into a little animal that would find me.
I also remember at Xmas and other holidays when he would pretend to take off his thumb then put it back on. I always tried to figure it out by going behind him, but he never let me see how he did it.
Memories of my Grandpa from my dads' side:
Me, my brother and sister would go for walks with him.
We used to go traveling with them around the United States.
My Grandpa never told my parents that one day I went deep into the woods behind the house to find him and my brother with my sister.
Memories of my sister:
When we were little we used to play on the swings at our grandparents house.
When we were also little we played in our backyard with toy dinosaurs and made a town. We used the big rocks to make a mini apartment for the dinosaurs. We turned it into a little soap opera!
We used to plot mischievus things on my brother by taping his voice and saying something about him later in the microphone. We were brats!
I also remember coming to the Girl Scout meetings with my sister at her annoying friends house.
Memories of my dog Sheba:
I remember teaching her tricks. She was a smart dog.
I remember all the cute little puppies she had.
Relationships I remember:
I remember my best friend when I was a little girl. Her name was Annette. I recently saw her again as I was substituting at Santiago High School last year. She was a Substitute Teacher and hoped to become a real teacher some day! I told her I wanted to become a Teacher's Aid and that I was too scared to become a teacher. She was always so smart and I always competed with her when we were in elementary school. I hope to see her again.
I remember hearing that my other friend from Norco High named Vanessa was a Teacher as well recently, but every time I try to call her now she is almost always buisy.
I remember my first kiss. It was at night near the side of a road with the city lights glistening back at us.
I remember the first good kiss I got from a guy I dated. It felt so good! I felt like I was literaly melting.
I remember my first puppy love relationship. I believe It was when I was 5 years old. I was friends with this boy named Brent that my parents babysat. He told me I was his girlfriend and used to get jealouse when I would play with other boys. We never kissed we just used to play and hug.
Well thats enough about my memories for now.
I hope someday when I am old and forgetful that I will look at this list and enjoy remembering the best times of my life.
I remember one time when I was five years old playing with him at the dinner table. I was hidding from him and he was making his hand into a little animal that would find me.
I also remember at Xmas and other holidays when he would pretend to take off his thumb then put it back on. I always tried to figure it out by going behind him, but he never let me see how he did it.
Memories of my Grandpa from my dads' side:
Me, my brother and sister would go for walks with him.
We used to go traveling with them around the United States.
My Grandpa never told my parents that one day I went deep into the woods behind the house to find him and my brother with my sister.
Memories of my sister:
When we were little we used to play on the swings at our grandparents house.
When we were also little we played in our backyard with toy dinosaurs and made a town. We used the big rocks to make a mini apartment for the dinosaurs. We turned it into a little soap opera!
We used to plot mischievus things on my brother by taping his voice and saying something about him later in the microphone. We were brats!
I also remember coming to the Girl Scout meetings with my sister at her annoying friends house.
Memories of my dog Sheba:
I remember teaching her tricks. She was a smart dog.
I remember all the cute little puppies she had.
Relationships I remember:
I remember my best friend when I was a little girl. Her name was Annette. I recently saw her again as I was substituting at Santiago High School last year. She was a Substitute Teacher and hoped to become a real teacher some day! I told her I wanted to become a Teacher's Aid and that I was too scared to become a teacher. She was always so smart and I always competed with her when we were in elementary school. I hope to see her again.
I remember hearing that my other friend from Norco High named Vanessa was a Teacher as well recently, but every time I try to call her now she is almost always buisy.
I remember my first kiss. It was at night near the side of a road with the city lights glistening back at us.
I remember the first good kiss I got from a guy I dated. It felt so good! I felt like I was literaly melting.
I remember my first puppy love relationship. I believe It was when I was 5 years old. I was friends with this boy named Brent that my parents babysat. He told me I was his girlfriend and used to get jealouse when I would play with other boys. We never kissed we just used to play and hug.
Well thats enough about my memories for now.
I hope someday when I am old and forgetful that I will look at this list and enjoy remembering the best times of my life.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Pets or Raisonettes? III
As I grew into adulthood my taste in pets became more ordinary...
I had a beta fish that I got from our garage sale me and my mom bought to sell. No one bought him so I just kept him. He had beutiful ruby red colors all over his body. He was a beutiful fish. I kept him in my room and named him Homer. I originally wasn't going to name him at all but Homer just sounded funny. I had him for three years then he died when he got a small fin disease, mainly because of old age. It was weired; when he got older the color in his fins began to fade and become dull. At least he lived a good long life. Then I got another Beta that lived for a year until my mom asked to take him to work with her. After that one day.... he died. I guess she didn't know you had to clean the bowl every week!
After that I decided to get a hermit crab that lived only a week! My gosh are they weired looking. My mom thought I was crazy for getting something ugly like that. I didn't think it was ugly, I thought it was neat because they live in a shell that they could get out of when they get bigger. The one I got was purple (cool!) and I thought it was kinda funny looking how he walked sideways wherever you laid him. I named him Hermes. I also thought it was funny how my weiner dog (Dachshund) would bark in terror whenever Hermes would crawl on the floor ( my dog was mortified!). Then one night I guess he slept the wrong way and died. I guess I shouldn't have put all those rocks in the aquarium and should have put just sand in like the lady said. Hermit crabs cannot live upside down on their shell.
My last but not least pet that deceased was a miniature horse named Matilda. It wasn't originally mine, it was my friends' friends' ex-girlfriends' pony. I adopted her because she was cute. She suffered from an inner gut problem due to her miscariege a few years earlier. I came over to the ranch almost every day to brush her and cut her hair. She was so cute after I did her hair in braids for the 4th of July! Sometimes I would even jog with her around the neighborhood. She was a weired pony because she didn't really like people in general; when ever I or my friend would come near her she would walk away. She kinda reminded me of Eore becaue she was always down. Then one day I had to go on a road trip. When I came back my friend told me she died. I asked how and he told me while he was getting his garage sale ready she must have laid on her side to rest, causing her to suffocate to death (Horses aren't supposed to lay on their sides very long or the waight of their own bodies will suffocate them). I still miss Mo Mo (Matilda). My friend said that the pet doctor said he was surprised she lived so long due to her messed up insides, so technically it was no ones' fault. As a mamento of her I drew a picture of her for my Fundamentals of Design class in college (AI) during my first quarter in 2007.
I had a beta fish that I got from our garage sale me and my mom bought to sell. No one bought him so I just kept him. He had beutiful ruby red colors all over his body. He was a beutiful fish. I kept him in my room and named him Homer. I originally wasn't going to name him at all but Homer just sounded funny. I had him for three years then he died when he got a small fin disease, mainly because of old age. It was weired; when he got older the color in his fins began to fade and become dull. At least he lived a good long life. Then I got another Beta that lived for a year until my mom asked to take him to work with her. After that one day.... he died. I guess she didn't know you had to clean the bowl every week!
After that I decided to get a hermit crab that lived only a week! My gosh are they weired looking. My mom thought I was crazy for getting something ugly like that. I didn't think it was ugly, I thought it was neat because they live in a shell that they could get out of when they get bigger. The one I got was purple (cool!) and I thought it was kinda funny looking how he walked sideways wherever you laid him. I named him Hermes. I also thought it was funny how my weiner dog (Dachshund) would bark in terror whenever Hermes would crawl on the floor ( my dog was mortified!). Then one night I guess he slept the wrong way and died. I guess I shouldn't have put all those rocks in the aquarium and should have put just sand in like the lady said. Hermit crabs cannot live upside down on their shell.
My last but not least pet that deceased was a miniature horse named Matilda. It wasn't originally mine, it was my friends' friends' ex-girlfriends' pony. I adopted her because she was cute. She suffered from an inner gut problem due to her miscariege a few years earlier. I came over to the ranch almost every day to brush her and cut her hair. She was so cute after I did her hair in braids for the 4th of July! Sometimes I would even jog with her around the neighborhood. She was a weired pony because she didn't really like people in general; when ever I or my friend would come near her she would walk away. She kinda reminded me of Eore becaue she was always down. Then one day I had to go on a road trip. When I came back my friend told me she died. I asked how and he told me while he was getting his garage sale ready she must have laid on her side to rest, causing her to suffocate to death (Horses aren't supposed to lay on their sides very long or the waight of their own bodies will suffocate them). I still miss Mo Mo (Matilda). My friend said that the pet doctor said he was surprised she lived so long due to her messed up insides, so technically it was no ones' fault. As a mamento of her I drew a picture of her for my Fundamentals of Design class in college (AI) during my first quarter in 2007.
Pets or Raisonettes? II
When I got older I started to like modern pets...
My parents decided to get me a bird one-day. The bird I ended up getting was a cockatiel. I named her Tina. I got her when she was a baby. I used to feed her baby bird food through a serenge. She was cute until she started biting me. When she got older she started to lay eggs. Sometimes I would try to hold her but she would peck at me! After a while she was mean, messy and got annoying so I put her outside in the backyard. Then one night I forgot to bring her in the house and left her outside all night. When I got up in the morning I went outside to feed her and the cage was on the floor with the door wide opened. It looked as if someone had accidentally tipped over the cage and let her out. Then we looked around and found out that it was a stray cat that got her and ate her because there were feathers everywhere! I was sorta discusted after that and didn't ever want a Cockatiel again.
I had a dog that my mom baught me and her name was Sheba. She was a German shephard mixed with husky and wolf. She was a very friendly dog. I liked her so much that I almost hate to mention what had happened to her. She lived a good long life and had lots of litters of puppies, an amazing 12 to 11 twice almost every year. Although 10 to 6 would almost always make it from infant hood to puppy hood. Then one day we got her spaid and got rid of her hubby, because we were going to move to the suburbs. When we moved in our house we didn't really think she was going to go crazy and jump the neighbors fence and eat their poodle, but she did. I think she must have thought it was a cat, my gosh I even thought it was a cat! Apperantly this lady dog-catcher had caught my dog to take to the pound and took it upon herself to put her to sleep because she thought it would be too expensive for us to pay a fine for eating the neighbors dog. When I heard her say this to my mom I told her, "You killed my dog?" After that she couldn't look at us for the rest of that conversation (.......... I'm sad now).
After a while I was tired of animals that required high maintenance.
My parents decided to get me a bird one-day. The bird I ended up getting was a cockatiel. I named her Tina. I got her when she was a baby. I used to feed her baby bird food through a serenge. She was cute until she started biting me. When she got older she started to lay eggs. Sometimes I would try to hold her but she would peck at me! After a while she was mean, messy and got annoying so I put her outside in the backyard. Then one night I forgot to bring her in the house and left her outside all night. When I got up in the morning I went outside to feed her and the cage was on the floor with the door wide opened. It looked as if someone had accidentally tipped over the cage and let her out. Then we looked around and found out that it was a stray cat that got her and ate her because there were feathers everywhere! I was sorta discusted after that and didn't ever want a Cockatiel again.
I had a dog that my mom baught me and her name was Sheba. She was a German shephard mixed with husky and wolf. She was a very friendly dog. I liked her so much that I almost hate to mention what had happened to her. She lived a good long life and had lots of litters of puppies, an amazing 12 to 11 twice almost every year. Although 10 to 6 would almost always make it from infant hood to puppy hood. Then one day we got her spaid and got rid of her hubby, because we were going to move to the suburbs. When we moved in our house we didn't really think she was going to go crazy and jump the neighbors fence and eat their poodle, but she did. I think she must have thought it was a cat, my gosh I even thought it was a cat! Apperantly this lady dog-catcher had caught my dog to take to the pound and took it upon herself to put her to sleep because she thought it would be too expensive for us to pay a fine for eating the neighbors dog. When I heard her say this to my mom I told her, "You killed my dog?" After that she couldn't look at us for the rest of that conversation (.......... I'm sad now).
After a while I was tired of animals that required high maintenance.
Pets or Raisonettes?
When I was younger I used to go through pets like kids go through a bag of chocolate covered raisins.
My first ever pet was a kitten named Felix. He was black and white with a white streaked nose. I thought he was a nice kitten but whenever I played with him under the table he would hiss at me, then I didn't like him as much. One day my mother told me he ran away, and I was upset. I then asked how she knew and she told me she saw the kitten run away by these kids who liked him then picked him up. I was sad for only a little while, then got over it.
Then I asked for a pet iguana (I don't know what I was thinking!) for xmas. When Xmas came there he was in a present with holes in it. I named him Rex because he had spikes on his head that reminded me of a tyranosaurus. He was a beutiful lizard. He had a green body with spikes along his back and head like a dinosaur. He also had a long, whip like tail that had black stripes on it. His head was light green mixed with turquise. He also had a neck flap with spikes on it that flaired out like a flag whenever he was scared and happy. He was a cute little thing, then something bad axidentally happened. five hours later, my sister was playing with her barbie doll in front of me while I was holding Rex. We never noticed it, but Rex's long claw got caught on her barbie's hair and she threw it in our toy box and along he went with it! I nearly freaked when I noticed he was out of my hand. I thought he was a goner for shure! But when I got him out of the toybox he seemed okay, that is everything ucsept his leg. His leg was fractured! I was so upset I thought I would never be happy again. I then showed my dad and he made him a little bandage. After that I begged him to take him to the vet but he said he couldnt afford it. My lizard lived for a while after that incident until I had to give him away.
One day my dad bought a pet python. He was so small yet lazy for a snake. Every time we tried to feed him a mouse he wouldn't eat it so we thought he wasn't hungry. Then one day I was playing with him on the floor to see if he would slither, and instead he started choking to death. I freaked out and started to scream. Then when he stopped moving around he died. I was so upset, he was such a beautiful snake. When we took him back the lady said he must have choked on a rat at the pet shop before we bought him. I was so sad.
I remember when me and my sister used to have these two lizards in our bedroom. For some reason her's always lived and mine always died. Her lizard was named Gonzo and mine was named Greeny Leeny. Everything was fine with my lizard until he got sick and died. I still think he either ate something bad, or it could have been that orange juice he drank from my fallen cup... or maybe it was because I gave him a bath with soap. Either way he was gone and there was nothing I could have done but get another lizard. Poor little guy.
After a while my parents stopped buying me pet lizards.
My first ever pet was a kitten named Felix. He was black and white with a white streaked nose. I thought he was a nice kitten but whenever I played with him under the table he would hiss at me, then I didn't like him as much. One day my mother told me he ran away, and I was upset. I then asked how she knew and she told me she saw the kitten run away by these kids who liked him then picked him up. I was sad for only a little while, then got over it.
Then I asked for a pet iguana (I don't know what I was thinking!) for xmas. When Xmas came there he was in a present with holes in it. I named him Rex because he had spikes on his head that reminded me of a tyranosaurus. He was a beutiful lizard. He had a green body with spikes along his back and head like a dinosaur. He also had a long, whip like tail that had black stripes on it. His head was light green mixed with turquise. He also had a neck flap with spikes on it that flaired out like a flag whenever he was scared and happy. He was a cute little thing, then something bad axidentally happened. five hours later, my sister was playing with her barbie doll in front of me while I was holding Rex. We never noticed it, but Rex's long claw got caught on her barbie's hair and she threw it in our toy box and along he went with it! I nearly freaked when I noticed he was out of my hand. I thought he was a goner for shure! But when I got him out of the toybox he seemed okay, that is everything ucsept his leg. His leg was fractured! I was so upset I thought I would never be happy again. I then showed my dad and he made him a little bandage. After that I begged him to take him to the vet but he said he couldnt afford it. My lizard lived for a while after that incident until I had to give him away.
One day my dad bought a pet python. He was so small yet lazy for a snake. Every time we tried to feed him a mouse he wouldn't eat it so we thought he wasn't hungry. Then one day I was playing with him on the floor to see if he would slither, and instead he started choking to death. I freaked out and started to scream. Then when he stopped moving around he died. I was so upset, he was such a beautiful snake. When we took him back the lady said he must have choked on a rat at the pet shop before we bought him. I was so sad.
I remember when me and my sister used to have these two lizards in our bedroom. For some reason her's always lived and mine always died. Her lizard was named Gonzo and mine was named Greeny Leeny. Everything was fine with my lizard until he got sick and died. I still think he either ate something bad, or it could have been that orange juice he drank from my fallen cup... or maybe it was because I gave him a bath with soap. Either way he was gone and there was nothing I could have done but get another lizard. Poor little guy.
After a while my parents stopped buying me pet lizards.
Friday, February 8, 2008
The Homeless Dog
There once was a homeless dog that grew up in the streets. He was a German Shephard without a name. He lived on the city streets of Maine. For food he sometimes begged deli shop owners and fishermen. Alot of times fishermen would reel in fish from the dock and give him one. Other times he would go for a swim and fish himself some dinner. He was a smart dog, and not just street smart. He was the pup of a dog named Lucy who's owner was named Taylor. Lucy and Taylor used to go boating in the ocean. Taylor was a nice 25 year old marine diver that used to be in the Navy. One day her and her dog decided to go fishing for shrimp when a horrible storm came by and destroyed their boat leaving Taylor and Lucy with nothing but a life saver to swim back. But the night was so horrible the two almost drowned and where found on the beach early the next morning by her boyfriend, Jimmy, who happened to be a Scubba Diver. He took Taylor to the hospital and told his mother to take care of Lucy. Lucy was the least of his problems so he decided to take care of his girlfriend first. Lucy seemed fine, but sad because it would be months before she could see her owner again. Taylor had a fractured colar bone, leg, rib and could barely move. Lucy on the other hand, kept at Jimmy's mother's house, was sad and longed to see her owner so in a desperate attempt she escaped out of the backyard and into the city. Along the way for her search I imagined that she met another dog along the way, probably a stray Pointer, and had three puppies in the streets. Lucy took care of them until she got caught one day trying to find food, and the puppies were left to fend for themselves and that is where our unnamed dog comes into the picture.
Men or Mice
There was a little mouse named Nikki. He was a ordinary brown colored mouse. He lived in a field with Tarantulas, lizards, kangaroo rats, jack rabbits, squirrels, skunks and ground hogs as neighbors. Every mourning he would get out of his little nest he made under the ground to catch seeds and bugs to eat. He loved to eat grasshoppers, especially the little green ones that come out in the spring, they were so juicy. He was a tidy mouse and always cleaned himself up before and after dinner. He lived behind a couple of houses in a huge field that used to hold orange groves, but was taken out five years ago. He hates the birds because they sometimes steel his lunch and this morning was no exception, because a sparrow already stole this tasty sun flower seed he worked for days to collect right out of his hands. Down by the river bed there is a patch of sun flowers, and during the summer he always goes down there with his buddy James, so he could create a diversion if any coyote tried to catch him. He would go down there with his mouse buddy during the night and just squeak about how he missed his family and how big the harvest was going to be before winter.
This year James was going to live by Nikki because he explaines that their is a coyote pack that has moved down from the mountains (seen largely in the distance of their home), and has come down to find more food. Nikki like a good friend, allows him to stay. Although him and his buddy are opposites, he does get along with him quite well. Nikki was tiddy, clean, and shy because his family was always weary of strangers; and James was very friendly and open with his wishes and desires. He was the fattest mouse in his family because he was always aggressive when it came to food. As far as companionship, Nikki was never really good with the lady mice, but James, well lets just say he is on his fourth relationship this year and each one is a different mouse. As these two mice live together they find out a lot about the experiences of life and death, in much of the same way that we people do. Hopefully but surefully they will be friends forever.
This year James was going to live by Nikki because he explaines that their is a coyote pack that has moved down from the mountains (seen largely in the distance of their home), and has come down to find more food. Nikki like a good friend, allows him to stay. Although him and his buddy are opposites, he does get along with him quite well. Nikki was tiddy, clean, and shy because his family was always weary of strangers; and James was very friendly and open with his wishes and desires. He was the fattest mouse in his family because he was always aggressive when it came to food. As far as companionship, Nikki was never really good with the lady mice, but James, well lets just say he is on his fourth relationship this year and each one is a different mouse. As these two mice live together they find out a lot about the experiences of life and death, in much of the same way that we people do. Hopefully but surefully they will be friends forever.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
I Miss Family
This is my first time living without my parents. In August, I believe, is when I actually moved out and into a three bedroom house with my 80 year old grandmother. I like it because it is peacful and quiet, but a lot of times I miss the commotion of my old home.
I miss my brother playing his guitar.
I miss my mom arguing with me and scolding me when I come home late.
I miss my old room, because it was nice and big. The room I have now is sorta small.
I miss my dad playing on the piano. I especially liked it when he played that song from Maverick, "The Entertainer."
I miss their two pet Dachshunds, Oscar (a miniature) and Felix (normal size). Weinny dogs are soo cute because they have long bodies with stubby little legs so when they fall down stairs or as they run too fast they tend to roll sideways like a hot dog. The two dogs my parents have are completely brown so they definately look like hot dogs! I miss when my family would buy food once a week from McDonnalds and we would eat together in the dinning room because my mom hated cooking. I miss the big screen television in our living room. It was so clear. One of the most weirdest things of all is the fact that I miss my mom waking me up every Saturday and Sunday morning at around 9:00 am. She would either wake me up by playing the music on her stario downstairs really loud or she would show up in my room and say, "It's almost noon Anita, wake up," and then I would wake up and look at the clock and it would only be nine o' clock in the morning. Sometimes my dog Oscar would wake me up and I would always suspect she was the one who put him up to it. He would go in my room and gently scratch the side of my bed. I would feel my bed vibrating and would eventually wake up. After that I would pick him up and bring him up on my bed and he would lick me to death, then jump down and go downstairs again. He was so unbelievably cute. Well I am grateful that at least I live only two blocks away from my parents home, so I could go and visit them whenever I miss them. But for now I have to prove to them that I can live on my own.
I miss my brother playing his guitar.
I miss my mom arguing with me and scolding me when I come home late.
I miss my old room, because it was nice and big. The room I have now is sorta small.
I miss my dad playing on the piano. I especially liked it when he played that song from Maverick, "The Entertainer."
I miss their two pet Dachshunds, Oscar (a miniature) and Felix (normal size). Weinny dogs are soo cute because they have long bodies with stubby little legs so when they fall down stairs or as they run too fast they tend to roll sideways like a hot dog. The two dogs my parents have are completely brown so they definately look like hot dogs! I miss when my family would buy food once a week from McDonnalds and we would eat together in the dinning room because my mom hated cooking. I miss the big screen television in our living room. It was so clear. One of the most weirdest things of all is the fact that I miss my mom waking me up every Saturday and Sunday morning at around 9:00 am. She would either wake me up by playing the music on her stario downstairs really loud or she would show up in my room and say, "It's almost noon Anita, wake up," and then I would wake up and look at the clock and it would only be nine o' clock in the morning. Sometimes my dog Oscar would wake me up and I would always suspect she was the one who put him up to it. He would go in my room and gently scratch the side of my bed. I would feel my bed vibrating and would eventually wake up. After that I would pick him up and bring him up on my bed and he would lick me to death, then jump down and go downstairs again. He was so unbelievably cute. Well I am grateful that at least I live only two blocks away from my parents home, so I could go and visit them whenever I miss them. But for now I have to prove to them that I can live on my own.
Friday, February 1, 2008
The Dark Side Of The Moon
I have a ring with the face of the moon on it. It depicts the dark side of the moon. It is basically a face carved on black onyx with a stirling silver design attached to make the rest of the ring. Now what do we think of when we hear "Dark Side of the Moon?" Mystery? Pink Floyd? Conspiracy? Or insanity?
Well first of all there is no permanent "dark side of the moon," and second, whenever the dark side of the moon is faced towards us, the earth, it is considered a "new moon." The sun has basically shinned on every part of the moon because it rotates. It rotates as it circles the earth.
Although, whenever I think of how mysteriouse the dark side of the moon is, I start to think of the philosophy of the meaning of the saying. First of all, since the dark side of the moon is eventually revealed, it could be a symbol of change. Second, most of us dipict the moon as a crescent shape when the dark side is covering it hidden and forgotten during the rest of the night. Its there and will be there peering back at us even though we don't see it; kind of like the love of an unnoticed lover, child or mother. The shadow creates an optical illusion. It also reminds me of the saying, "just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there." Although as rare as it may seem, it is almost impossible to see the entire dark side at night. Only someone who cared deeply enough about the mysteries it beholds would know when, where and why the moon is sometimes dark which is true not only for the moon, but people as well. I am like the dark side of the moon in a way that I only reveal myself to people who care about me.
A far as conspiracy goes, there was a conspiracy that the moon was never discovered by NASA, but I believe otherwise. Why would they spend so much money on the rocket and supplies just to have it filmed on earth in the dessert? People used to think there was life on the moon, but that all changed when we started studying it. The moon is a cold, weatherless, and lifeless place. It has nearly no gravity, because of its small size, and has over a dozen craters around its surface. Some scientists believed it used to be part of the earth until a comet or asteroid collided with it, causing a big chip to come out of the earth eventually forming into a small sphere. And actually, the moon isn't entirely round, it is nearly eggshaped which raised further questions about its past! The moon can also tell us a story of a rough past earth has had. Most scientist believe that the markings on the moon tell us of catastrophic meteor showers that not only hit the moon but earth as well. And it is no surprise to me that it might have happened because there are even huge craters on the earth, such as the huge crater in Arizona that reflect on that catastrophe long ago.
The moon contains many mysterys. Many of these mysterys are what make the moon unique as it is. It could stand for meaning, our first step twards discovering outerspace, discover past catastrophies and future catastrophies that may come. The dark side is also what makes it what it is and how unique it looks. But remember, just because you cant see it doesnt mean it isn't there in front or beyond you.
Well first of all there is no permanent "dark side of the moon," and second, whenever the dark side of the moon is faced towards us, the earth, it is considered a "new moon." The sun has basically shinned on every part of the moon because it rotates. It rotates as it circles the earth.
Although, whenever I think of how mysteriouse the dark side of the moon is, I start to think of the philosophy of the meaning of the saying. First of all, since the dark side of the moon is eventually revealed, it could be a symbol of change. Second, most of us dipict the moon as a crescent shape when the dark side is covering it hidden and forgotten during the rest of the night. Its there and will be there peering back at us even though we don't see it; kind of like the love of an unnoticed lover, child or mother. The shadow creates an optical illusion. It also reminds me of the saying, "just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there." Although as rare as it may seem, it is almost impossible to see the entire dark side at night. Only someone who cared deeply enough about the mysteries it beholds would know when, where and why the moon is sometimes dark which is true not only for the moon, but people as well. I am like the dark side of the moon in a way that I only reveal myself to people who care about me.
A far as conspiracy goes, there was a conspiracy that the moon was never discovered by NASA, but I believe otherwise. Why would they spend so much money on the rocket and supplies just to have it filmed on earth in the dessert? People used to think there was life on the moon, but that all changed when we started studying it. The moon is a cold, weatherless, and lifeless place. It has nearly no gravity, because of its small size, and has over a dozen craters around its surface. Some scientists believed it used to be part of the earth until a comet or asteroid collided with it, causing a big chip to come out of the earth eventually forming into a small sphere. And actually, the moon isn't entirely round, it is nearly eggshaped which raised further questions about its past! The moon can also tell us a story of a rough past earth has had. Most scientist believe that the markings on the moon tell us of catastrophic meteor showers that not only hit the moon but earth as well. And it is no surprise to me that it might have happened because there are even huge craters on the earth, such as the huge crater in Arizona that reflect on that catastrophe long ago.
The moon contains many mysterys. Many of these mysterys are what make the moon unique as it is. It could stand for meaning, our first step twards discovering outerspace, discover past catastrophies and future catastrophies that may come. The dark side is also what makes it what it is and how unique it looks. But remember, just because you cant see it doesnt mean it isn't there in front or beyond you.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Poetry
In a dream of mine...
A moments lapse in time
I was cold until your hands touched mine,
I was shivering, with chattering teath until you covered them with your lips,
I was hopeless until you gave me hope and all those other tips,
I wasn't shure If I was crazy to try to be normal until you showed me its normal to be crazy,
You keep me off my toes and from being extremely lazy,
I thought you were something I could never find,
You must be in a dream of mine,
If so, that is still fine,
As long as someday you will be my valentine!
Why not we would both be cute?
You've seen that dress and I have seen your suit,
Come on, put it on,
Lets both run to the beach together,
We can play in the sand and enjoy the sunny weather,
That is unless you could think of something better?
But what is better than being with you?
They say when I am near you I act like a bumbling fool,
Nothing on earth or the heavens above,
would convince me other wise that I am not in love!
Blue
Aoron's eyes were blue like the sky,
whenever you stare at them you just want to die,
Kasandra's eyes were a deep brown,
she had a tough attitude and always wore a frown,
Carle's eyes were very hazel,
the insides were brown with the outside green like fresh bassil,
Brandy's eyes were rich with a blue jean blue,
dont you envy her? You just want to steel them so you could have them too!
The Sting
Why do you hurt me so?
I thought you said you didn't want me to go?
Your hurtful words lashed out at me like the tail of a scorpion,
Now the words linger as if I have still just been poisoned,
When I am with you my ego feels bruised and battered,
As if the feelings i told you will not and have never mattered,
When I first met you, you were a sweet and intreaging fellow,
I wish I would have known better that you were really fake and shallow,
You told lies and thought I would never find out,
I am glad you are still alone because now you know what it feels like to pout,
I hope you're happy with yourself now,
because you are not with me, but instead flirting with a big fat cow!
Are you happy, is she worth it?
I bet you you don't even know her name you discusting serphant!
A moments lapse in time
I was cold until your hands touched mine,
I was shivering, with chattering teath until you covered them with your lips,
I was hopeless until you gave me hope and all those other tips,
I wasn't shure If I was crazy to try to be normal until you showed me its normal to be crazy,
You keep me off my toes and from being extremely lazy,
I thought you were something I could never find,
You must be in a dream of mine,
If so, that is still fine,
As long as someday you will be my valentine!
Why not we would both be cute?
You've seen that dress and I have seen your suit,
Come on, put it on,
Lets both run to the beach together,
We can play in the sand and enjoy the sunny weather,
That is unless you could think of something better?
But what is better than being with you?
They say when I am near you I act like a bumbling fool,
Nothing on earth or the heavens above,
would convince me other wise that I am not in love!
Blue
Aoron's eyes were blue like the sky,
whenever you stare at them you just want to die,
Kasandra's eyes were a deep brown,
she had a tough attitude and always wore a frown,
Carle's eyes were very hazel,
the insides were brown with the outside green like fresh bassil,
Brandy's eyes were rich with a blue jean blue,
dont you envy her? You just want to steel them so you could have them too!
The Sting
Why do you hurt me so?
I thought you said you didn't want me to go?
Your hurtful words lashed out at me like the tail of a scorpion,
Now the words linger as if I have still just been poisoned,
When I am with you my ego feels bruised and battered,
As if the feelings i told you will not and have never mattered,
When I first met you, you were a sweet and intreaging fellow,
I wish I would have known better that you were really fake and shallow,
You told lies and thought I would never find out,
I am glad you are still alone because now you know what it feels like to pout,
I hope you're happy with yourself now,
because you are not with me, but instead flirting with a big fat cow!
Are you happy, is she worth it?
I bet you you don't even know her name you discusting serphant!
Monday, January 28, 2008
A Friend That Wasn't Really A Friend
I had a dream of loosing a friend that wasn't really a friend at all. It was morning and I was summoned to a two storied house for some reason to meat with a friend that wasnt really a friend. Me and him were talking and actually getting along, then we decided to move furniture because we heard on the knews that there was going to be a tsunami. So once we moved the furniture around we went upstairs to peer through the huge glass windows starring at the beach. It began to get cloudy, then windy. Suddenly we could see a huge wave about to hit us so we grabbed onto the nearest thing we could find. I grabbed onto a door and he grabbed onto a pole and we were ready for it to hit us. Meanwhile I looked at him and he at me, then it hit and everything whent every where. It was as if I had blacked out. I found myself on the beach holding onto a twig, he on the other hand was holding onto a tire. We were both holding onto something devoured by the sand as the wave came in. I looked behind me to see if the house was still standing but all I could see was scattered rubble. I then turned to look at him and at the corner of my eye I could see another wave coming to sweep us away. As the wave came I clenched onto the twig tightly. Then it hit and I was miles away from where I was before. I was lying some where else further up the beach when I realized I was alone. Out of exhaustion I passed out latter to wake up with someone holding my hand to get me up. It must have been a rescue team because all I knew was that I was on the beach one minute and in a huge building with hundreds of people in rags I could only assume was a refuge camp for all the homeless people due to the tsunami that hit. I found myself in the midst of hundreds of other people in a line waiting to get their food and new clothing. Somehow my sister found me and I was relieved to have someone I trusted bring me out and guide me to another, much more safer place than here. Then I woke up.
Eventually I figured out this dream meant that me and my so called friend were eventually going to split completely without any contact, and that is exactly what happened after a dream. It was as if a tsunami wiped both our slates clean so we can start over and for get about the past as we forget about each other.
Eventually I figured out this dream meant that me and my so called friend were eventually going to split completely without any contact, and that is exactly what happened after a dream. It was as if a tsunami wiped both our slates clean so we can start over and for get about the past as we forget about each other.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
My Least Favorite Animals
My least favorite animals are:
- The buzzard
- vampire bat
- leach
- warthog
- condor
- ground hog
- mole
- crow
- opposum
I hate the buzzard because it looks ugly and smelly. I recently found out they poo on their legs to cool themselves off.
I hate the vampire bat because they look ugly and suck on the blood of others.
I hate the leach because it looks like a disfunctional worm and sucks blood out of your skin. The thought of it just makes me shiver!
I dislike the warthog because they are dull in color and piggy-like. They also have rough looking skin that has hairs on it making it look unpleasant.
I dislike the condor because it looks like somebody ran over it's head or shaved off all it's feathers on its head and neck. Other than that I don't mind the bird.
I dislike the groundhog because when I was a child, those stupid things would get into my mothers flower bed and ruin it.
I really dislike the crow because it is an annoying bird that just wont shut-up. When I was a teenager there was a group of crows that would perch on my neighbors tree. They would wake me up with their stupid crowing on Saturdays and Sundays from my lovely sleep.
I don't mind baby opposums, but big opposums are u-g-ly! They have the weirdest heads. Their heads look scary, like somebody grabbed their nose and started pulling it. Their scary heads also have these sharp teeth and bidy black eyes with scary looking gray markings around its eyes. I also dont like them because they used to steal my kitty cat's food when I left it outside. My poor kitty didn't know what was going on!
Monday, January 14, 2008
My Favorite Animals; The Puffin
Puffins are one of the cutest birds in the Polar regions.
Observing the Puffin
The Puffin is a stout bird with a seemingly big head. It has a short tale, white breast and sheeks with a black back and outline. They are almost a foot long in an upright posture standing up. They have a broad, colorful, striped beak during summer for mating. They can swim and fly. Both male and female show off their beaks to one another during mating. They tend to perch on cliff sides hit spontaniously by waves all over the Atlantic. They mainly eat eel and have a friendly composition in their environment.
How I Feel About The Puffin
Puffins are comical in apearance. Whenever I see one, it kinda reminds me of a clown. It has a cute deposition and looks like a friendly animal. I think the Puffin is neat not only because of their colorful bills, but the fact that they can swim and fly. One day I decided to make a cartoon Puffin for my 2-D Animation class. His name was Perry Puffin. He is a clumsy fello that loves to swim! He is also shy and happy. my favorite thing about them is their eyes; they have small, red eyes with two black triangular shapes around it which also add to their funny apearance. I think they are funny and make perfect cartoon charectures.
My Favorite Animals; The Baluga Whale
When I was a child me and my sister used to sing a song about a baluga whale. The song went something like this;
"Baby baluga, Baby baluga, Baby baluga in the deap blue sea,
You swim so wild and you swim so free,
Down in the ocean, in the sea below, Your just a little white whale with a gulp.
Baby baluga, baby baluga, Is your water warm, is your moma home...."
The Baluga whale was one of my favorite creatures in the ocean as a child.
It is such an interesting creature as well. The adult Baluga has a white coat and are known as the "Canaries" of the deep because of their musical voices. The baby baluga's have greyish black coats to blend in the darkness of the ocean. They are part of the whale family if you didn't already know. They also have a distinctive face, with a short snout, bulbouse forhead (probably so they can make interesting noises), and "baby- like" lips. They also have a flexible neck, they are very "fatty" looking, have tiny little eyes, and have a very short dorsal fin.
Whenever I see a baluga whale I can't help but gawk at how cute they are. There faces remind me of a baby's face. I just wish I could come up to one and pinch it's little cheeks and give it a kiss on the forehead because they are just sooooo cute! They seem friendly too. They kinda remind me of the dolphin, but seem more docile. They look like smart and social creatures. I'm kinda glad they live in the polar region, because if they didn't they might be hunted to a scarcety in no time.
"Baby baluga, Baby baluga, Baby baluga in the deap blue sea,
You swim so wild and you swim so free,
Down in the ocean, in the sea below, Your just a little white whale with a gulp.
Baby baluga, baby baluga, Is your water warm, is your moma home...."
The Baluga whale was one of my favorite creatures in the ocean as a child.
Observing the Baluga
My feelings twards the Baluga
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The Lion And The Baby
( This story gets a bit graphic)
During a moment in my life, when I was trying to find my love I managed to hit a few obstacles on my way. One of those obstacles was a lying, selfish, decieving beast. He had desire for me, but it was only physical physical desire. He was a lie in his own shadow. His attacks were swift as they came pouring out of his mouth. He would hurt my feelings as if I had none. One day he tried to convince me along with other people who believed in the fake barier around himself, that he was civilized. I kept to myself, learning from my past expierience that his words hurt (stabbed) me before. That night I began to think to myself as I was about to sleep, "Maybe he diserves another chance." As I drift to sleep slowly I begin to dream:
I began to dream about a lion. A lion tamer had walked into a wide room bringing with him his pet lion. He told everybody the lion was tame and would never hurt anyone. People gathered all around the lion to watch him as the tamer would brush his hair and pet his face. The lion just sat there. People began getting closer and closer to the lion, and still he wouldn't budge. The lion just sat there. Suddenly the tamer bursted out, "This lion wont even hurt a baby." He then turned to a woman, "Can I see your baby?" She gave it to him without reconsidering or even thinking he was crazy. She trusted the man and that lion. So he took the baby and put it in front of the lion. I thought to myself, "He must be insane!!!" But everybody said the lion was tame and he hasn't even attempted to hurt anyone so why should he hurt someone now. As soon as the man put the baby right in front of his mouth he bit the baby right in half.
After that I woke up upset, later figuring out who the lion was.
During a moment in my life, when I was trying to find my love I managed to hit a few obstacles on my way. One of those obstacles was a lying, selfish, decieving beast. He had desire for me, but it was only physical physical desire. He was a lie in his own shadow. His attacks were swift as they came pouring out of his mouth. He would hurt my feelings as if I had none. One day he tried to convince me along with other people who believed in the fake barier around himself, that he was civilized. I kept to myself, learning from my past expierience that his words hurt (stabbed) me before. That night I began to think to myself as I was about to sleep, "Maybe he diserves another chance." As I drift to sleep slowly I begin to dream:
I began to dream about a lion. A lion tamer had walked into a wide room bringing with him his pet lion. He told everybody the lion was tame and would never hurt anyone. People gathered all around the lion to watch him as the tamer would brush his hair and pet his face. The lion just sat there. People began getting closer and closer to the lion, and still he wouldn't budge. The lion just sat there. Suddenly the tamer bursted out, "This lion wont even hurt a baby." He then turned to a woman, "Can I see your baby?" She gave it to him without reconsidering or even thinking he was crazy. She trusted the man and that lion. So he took the baby and put it in front of the lion. I thought to myself, "He must be insane!!!" But everybody said the lion was tame and he hasn't even attempted to hurt anyone so why should he hurt someone now. As soon as the man put the baby right in front of his mouth he bit the baby right in half.
After that I woke up upset, later figuring out who the lion was.
Thunder Mountain
I dreampt about a thundering canyon
I was in the car one afternoon with a man. I didn't know who he was yet. We were going to drive to the brown, hilly mountains to pick someone up. There was a weather report on the area where a prediction of a possibly bad storm was about to accur right where we were going. Although I knew this, we still went anyway. I assume it was my idea to go because I am spontaniouse like that and I do love road trips, especially in the mountains.
We continued to drive even though we saw clouds hoovering over the mountainouse range. As we got deeper and deeper into the brown canyon I began to worry a bit because I saw white misty fog beggining to settle on top of one of the hills we just passed. The road began to get twisty and turny as we began to wind our way deeper and deeper into the canyon. The road was empty which made me feel even more regretful of this trip. There was no civilization anywhere other than this one, one storied house on the bottom of the mountain. As we continued to drive through the sharp turns up the mountain I looked over to the driver's seat to see my own dad at the wheel. We must have been driving somewhere to pick up my sister or brother.
As we drove the light gray clouds almost entirely covered the sky and it bagan to drizzle. He kept driving up and up the hills with no fear. I however was scared now. We kept driving and it kept drizzling. Then the clouds began to get grayer and greyer the higher we went up and around. I could now hear thunder. He still kept driving anyway. Then I decided to look at the back seat and "Boom" my whole family was suddenly in the car now, and I was in the back seat sitting by the window on the right.
We now began our journey down, which was not going to be easy. It now began thundering and raining hard. The clouds began to get darker and darker as if they were angry at us. They even began to get lower, as if they were trying to eat us and electricute us. We kept driving anyway. My dad was calm, I was ready to cry because I thought for shure a lightning bolt was gonna hit us or we were going to slip and crash. But he kept going through those twisty and turny roads all the way down the mountain. Every thing got foggy now and it was hard to see. Then suddenly we drove into a spot where it wasnt so bad and the clouds began to lift and we were out of the canyon.
As we left the canyon, the clouds began to lift more and more as we drove out of the stormy place. When we finnally got out of the canyon I could see the sky again as red, yellow, and brown rays began to shoot at the earth as the sun was about to set. I then thought to myself, "Yay, we are out of the storm and going home!" Just then the road made a dramatic turn and I was back in the direction of that dreadful canyon. I then noticed I was not the passenger, and that I was all alone this time. I then began to drive back through the canyon with more confidence, as I drove up and around it I could see my mother driving a car around a hill on the lower part of the canyon. She was driving up too, but for some reason I could not figure out why.
I figure the dream means that I will go through trials in my life, but eventually live through them. As I start moving away from my parents I will begin to get stronger with the lesons they tought me.
I was in the car one afternoon with a man. I didn't know who he was yet. We were going to drive to the brown, hilly mountains to pick someone up. There was a weather report on the area where a prediction of a possibly bad storm was about to accur right where we were going. Although I knew this, we still went anyway. I assume it was my idea to go because I am spontaniouse like that and I do love road trips, especially in the mountains.
We continued to drive even though we saw clouds hoovering over the mountainouse range. As we got deeper and deeper into the brown canyon I began to worry a bit because I saw white misty fog beggining to settle on top of one of the hills we just passed. The road began to get twisty and turny as we began to wind our way deeper and deeper into the canyon. The road was empty which made me feel even more regretful of this trip. There was no civilization anywhere other than this one, one storied house on the bottom of the mountain. As we continued to drive through the sharp turns up the mountain I looked over to the driver's seat to see my own dad at the wheel. We must have been driving somewhere to pick up my sister or brother.
As we drove the light gray clouds almost entirely covered the sky and it bagan to drizzle. He kept driving up and up the hills with no fear. I however was scared now. We kept driving and it kept drizzling. Then the clouds began to get grayer and greyer the higher we went up and around. I could now hear thunder. He still kept driving anyway. Then I decided to look at the back seat and "Boom" my whole family was suddenly in the car now, and I was in the back seat sitting by the window on the right.
We now began our journey down, which was not going to be easy. It now began thundering and raining hard. The clouds began to get darker and darker as if they were angry at us. They even began to get lower, as if they were trying to eat us and electricute us. We kept driving anyway. My dad was calm, I was ready to cry because I thought for shure a lightning bolt was gonna hit us or we were going to slip and crash. But he kept going through those twisty and turny roads all the way down the mountain. Every thing got foggy now and it was hard to see. Then suddenly we drove into a spot where it wasnt so bad and the clouds began to lift and we were out of the canyon.
As we left the canyon, the clouds began to lift more and more as we drove out of the stormy place. When we finnally got out of the canyon I could see the sky again as red, yellow, and brown rays began to shoot at the earth as the sun was about to set. I then thought to myself, "Yay, we are out of the storm and going home!" Just then the road made a dramatic turn and I was back in the direction of that dreadful canyon. I then noticed I was not the passenger, and that I was all alone this time. I then began to drive back through the canyon with more confidence, as I drove up and around it I could see my mother driving a car around a hill on the lower part of the canyon. She was driving up too, but for some reason I could not figure out why.
I figure the dream means that I will go through trials in my life, but eventually live through them. As I start moving away from my parents I will begin to get stronger with the lesons they tought me.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
The Cockatiel and the Love Birds
One night I had a dream of a Cockatiel and two Love Birds
I was inside my house in the living room with the lights on. The time must have been six o' clock in the afternoon because the sky was blue indicating that the sun had just set. I was by my pet Cockatiels cage. I was watching him to see what he was doing. He was beutiful. His wings were long and he was in full plumage. He was playing hapily in his cage. I hadn't cut his wings because I thought of it as demeaning, and also hard because it really is hard to trim a birds wings because they are always nervouse.
Then I decided to walk away and do something else. Somehow the Cockatiel got out of his cage. I tried to get him back in but it was too late. Somehow he got outside by passing the living room patio screen door. I assumed it was slightly opened a peak. I decided to run out there in the backyard to go and catch him. Meanwhile awful thoughts were racing in my mind, "What if he doesn't know where to look for food, what if he gets eaten by a cat, or what if he aims wanderously until he dies." I was afraid he may never servive in the "real world" without a humans help because he has been in captivity his whole life.
As I ran outside I started looking in the bushes calling his name (which is something I forgot at this moment). It started to get darker so I started to feel for him as my hands brushed the bushes. All of a sudden, I heard rustling noises in the bushes. I decided to take off my hat and get ready to catch him in it. I couldn't really see what was going on in the bushes, all I heard was a fluttering. So I grabbed one of the bushes limbs by cupping my hand on one side and holding my hat in another to catch it. I did it fast then opened my hand a bit to see if he was in there, but all I saw was two little black eyes shinning at me. I walked carefully into the house to see if it was him but instead saw two lovebirds in the hat instead.
I then decided to take the hat and put it on a stool in the livingroom to get a better look at them. They were cute all cuddled up close to one another, then took one out. One had a broken wing, so I decided to put him back in the hat. Then I picked up the other, and she had one eye with both wings torn out. But one thing I noticed the most was that the one bird with a broken wing had his wings clipped. When I saw this I realized that they might have belonged to my neighbor so I carefully put them both in my Cockatiels cage. As I walked away I thought to myself, "Who could have done such a thing."
Two days passed by and I didn't hear from anyone who's birds they were. I glanced at the neighbor through the kitchen window to see if they were home. I got a call from the police, they said someone had accused me of animal cruelty and that they were comming over to arrest me. I thought, "Who in the right mind would call the police on me for that." And then I woke up.
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