Thursday, June 19, 2008
a little summer vaction hello
Hey there I'm a bit mad at those of you who said you were going to miss duglsses fitness camp but didnt go, I know who u r cuz only me and alysia are there and its boring a Kaitlins not helping the situation AT ALL!!!! Well HI and nice to not see and not really talk an not really hear but typ to you again, ya thats it! Well let's see some replys come i shall we?! AND THAT MEANS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well PEACE!!! (Kaitlin actually didn't know what global warming was!!!!)
Friday, June 6, 2008
A certain hello from certain people
HI this is ****** and **** and **** and ***** and **** and ***** and ***** and ** and cheeks and **** and everyone else in journalsim heres a special note form underwear girl:
I like pants and pie and pants and pie and pants and pie and pants and pie and pants, and guess what? My friend here is...okra FROM OPRA's show
and heres a special note from rock n roll:
HEY DUDES!!i like a lot of things.(unlike underwear girl who only likes pants and pie)I have a guitar(not those baby guitars i like to reed
I like pants and pie and pants and pie and pants and pie and pants and pie and pants, and guess what? My friend here is...okra FROM OPRA's show
and heres a special note from rock n roll:
HEY DUDES!!i like a lot of things.(unlike underwear girl who only likes pants and pie)I have a guitar(not those baby guitars i like to reed
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Do u beleive in ghosts? *should only be read during the night when u r alone*
DO U BELEIVE IN GHOSTS???????? Well you should, Have u ever heard the story of the hash slinging slasher?Here it is:
The hash slinging sasher
There was once a fry cook who worked for the fanciest restaruant in town. His name was unknown even to his boss. He was a mysteriouse man, once he came to work there anybody who ate his food would die the following night. This is why they beleived he was a ghost. He was always under a black cloak (ghosts aren't always white you know) no one ever saw his face, and no one ever saw feet under his cloak. His movement was like gliding and u could see that his gliding was to smooth to be someone walking. One day his boss saw a hand in the garbage can in the kitchen. That night it is beleived that the hash slinging slasher came to the boss and killed him. How did this ghost get his name? Well the boss died and next to him was hash and the neighbor saw the hash slinging slasher sling the hash to the bosses side, and he slays those who eat at the resturante and he slays those who see him at work...
Here is another story of the curiouse man:
Here is another story of the curiouse man:
The curiouse man
There was once a very strange man. He moved to a neighborhood called snickerbob. He was a very strange man and the police had bean watching him for weeks because his neighbors said he was strange. There was always coruption in the town once he came and after he left to but thats jumping to conclusions. One day he invited his next door neighbor for some tea. The neighbor had bean away and didn't know about his wearabouts and gladly accepted.
The man told the neighbor that he would be his friend from then on and that they would stick together no matter what. the neighbor was pleased to hear that and promissed to stay with him.
The following day the man told the neighbor to come to his house so the neighbor did, then the man told the neighbor that he was a ghost. The neighbor lauphed and said that he was a very funny man and then the man zipped off his skin and underneith was a glowing bright light. The light got the other neighbors attention and so they all watched their friend sissle down to the ground then the bright light flew outside and said in a low deep foice. I am zixfer and me and my fellows will one day whipe out human race!!! and then he zapped away.
U should beleive in ghosts for they are real and they will steel your lives!!!
The man told the neighbor that he would be his friend from then on and that they would stick together no matter what. the neighbor was pleased to hear that and promissed to stay with him.
The following day the man told the neighbor to come to his house so the neighbor did, then the man told the neighbor that he was a ghost. The neighbor lauphed and said that he was a very funny man and then the man zipped off his skin and underneith was a glowing bright light. The light got the other neighbors attention and so they all watched their friend sissle down to the ground then the bright light flew outside and said in a low deep foice. I am zixfer and me and my fellows will one day whipe out human race!!! and then he zapped away.
U should beleive in ghosts for they are real and they will steel your lives!!!
here's my memoir
hello again
I'm so hyper right now DO U KNOW Y? Because we had our memoirs today. ANd why would that make me hyper, well I had lots of snacks and sugar. Well to tell u the truth I think that now I need to show u mi memoir. SO here it is. *trumpet blast*
I watched him suffering, I watched him beg for bread. I wanted to help him, but I had no money, no food, and no water. I felt guilty, I knew it wasn’t my fault and it wasn’t his either, but somehow not being able to help him made me feel guilty. I knew that someone somewhere would help him, but I still felt guilty. Then I watched him walk away, who knows where he went.
That night as we were scrolling down the DVR, my mom saw the movie “Gandhi” and immediately said that my sister and I should watch it, and my dad agreed. But before the movie started, my mom warned us that it started with Gandhi being shot. I looked at her a bit worried, but when I saw the twinkle in her eye when the movie started I somehow felt better. The movie started with Gandhi walking outside with the help of his adopted daughter and his wife, then a man bowing down to him, and then the man suddenly got up, pulled a gun out of his jacket and shot Gandhi in the chest.
After that, the movie told the story of Gandhi’s life beginning when he was a young man, all the way until he was assassinated. It is an amazing story, the way he freed the Indians from British power, just by using his words. He got so use to being arrested by the British that whenever police came to his house, he’d walk toward them with his hands out, and they’d arrest him.
That night when I went to bed, the image of Gandhi being shot just wouldn’t leave my mind. I twisted, I turned, I screamed into my pillow, I even tried my sister’s meditating technique, but none of it seemed to work. Soon I was too tired to resist any longer and just lived with the horrifying image. That may be why I had the dream.
When I finally got to sleep that night, I dreamed that I was walking down a long dark alley. I walked for a long time, then I came to the most horrifying sight I had ever seen… a knife fight. I quickly walked by and shielded my eyes till I knew I had passed the fight. When I opened my eyes, I came across a child dying in the hands of her mother, and a man dying because a bullet had been shot into the side of his ribcage. I walked past people too old to take care of themselves but had no friends or family to help them. I walked by the poor, the homeless, the starving. At last I couldn’t stand it anymore, I turned my head in despair, I wanted to return to my warm safe home where I knew my parents would be waiting. Just then, a hand touched my shoulder and told me that one day I would understand that though these people didn’t own much, there were many people who cared for them and helped them, not only that but the people I was walking past were all part of a community and they all had each other. These words helped me finish walking, I walked to the end of the long dark alley, I walked home to my warm safe bed, and after that dream I felt warmer inside knowing that though people may not have much belongings they have each other and they all have love. From then on I respected my parents more for working so hard to give me and Louise better lives, and I felt more happy, all because of that dream.
well there it is. Feel free to right down any comments peoples!
I'm so hyper right now DO U KNOW Y? Because we had our memoirs today. ANd why would that make me hyper, well I had lots of snacks and sugar. Well to tell u the truth I think that now I need to show u mi memoir. SO here it is. *trumpet blast*
The dream
I watched him suffering, I watched him beg for bread. I wanted to help him, but I had no money, no food, and no water. I felt guilty, I knew it wasn’t my fault and it wasn’t his either, but somehow not being able to help him made me feel guilty. I knew that someone somewhere would help him, but I still felt guilty. Then I watched him walk away, who knows where he went.
That night as we were scrolling down the DVR, my mom saw the movie “Gandhi” and immediately said that my sister and I should watch it, and my dad agreed. But before the movie started, my mom warned us that it started with Gandhi being shot. I looked at her a bit worried, but when I saw the twinkle in her eye when the movie started I somehow felt better. The movie started with Gandhi walking outside with the help of his adopted daughter and his wife, then a man bowing down to him, and then the man suddenly got up, pulled a gun out of his jacket and shot Gandhi in the chest.
After that, the movie told the story of Gandhi’s life beginning when he was a young man, all the way until he was assassinated. It is an amazing story, the way he freed the Indians from British power, just by using his words. He got so use to being arrested by the British that whenever police came to his house, he’d walk toward them with his hands out, and they’d arrest him.
That night when I went to bed, the image of Gandhi being shot just wouldn’t leave my mind. I twisted, I turned, I screamed into my pillow, I even tried my sister’s meditating technique, but none of it seemed to work. Soon I was too tired to resist any longer and just lived with the horrifying image. That may be why I had the dream.
When I finally got to sleep that night, I dreamed that I was walking down a long dark alley. I walked for a long time, then I came to the most horrifying sight I had ever seen… a knife fight. I quickly walked by and shielded my eyes till I knew I had passed the fight. When I opened my eyes, I came across a child dying in the hands of her mother, and a man dying because a bullet had been shot into the side of his ribcage. I walked past people too old to take care of themselves but had no friends or family to help them. I walked by the poor, the homeless, the starving. At last I couldn’t stand it anymore, I turned my head in despair, I wanted to return to my warm safe home where I knew my parents would be waiting. Just then, a hand touched my shoulder and told me that one day I would understand that though these people didn’t own much, there were many people who cared for them and helped them, not only that but the people I was walking past were all part of a community and they all had each other. These words helped me finish walking, I walked to the end of the long dark alley, I walked home to my warm safe bed, and after that dream I felt warmer inside knowing that though people may not have much belongings they have each other and they all have love. From then on I respected my parents more for working so hard to give me and Louise better lives, and I felt more happy, all because of that dream.
well there it is. Feel free to right down any comments peoples!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
election time!
Today I'd like to talk about the school elections next week. There are many students from all three middle school grades running for the various offices--my sister Louise is running for Vice President -- and I’m running for FAIS CAIS ambassador. This is the perfect position for me, and I’d really like to do it. Here are a few reasons why to elect me:
1) I am personal friends with many FAIS students and therefore I understand why they aren't as close to many CAIS students as they could be.
2) I plan to have at least one meeting every semester where both FAIS and CAIS students get together and learn about what they think of the other school and learn about the different cultures.
3) I already know a lot about student government because my sister Louise has been a class rep for two years in a row, and has kept me and my family posted on how it works.
Our school building is like a big family, and each school is a sibling. Siblings usually get along, but they also have a conflict every once in while. There needs to be people to make sure that the schools don’t grow too far apart from each other, like there needs to be a rubber band to keep a pencil and a notebook together. I will be the rubber band from the CAIS side keeping the schools together. I believe that our schools should stick together and be a big, happy family.
1) I am personal friends with many FAIS students and therefore I understand why they aren't as close to many CAIS students as they could be.
2) I plan to have at least one meeting every semester where both FAIS and CAIS students get together and learn about what they think of the other school and learn about the different cultures.
3) I already know a lot about student government because my sister Louise has been a class rep for two years in a row, and has kept me and my family posted on how it works.
Our school building is like a big family, and each school is a sibling. Siblings usually get along, but they also have a conflict every once in while. There needs to be people to make sure that the schools don’t grow too far apart from each other, like there needs to be a rubber band to keep a pencil and a notebook together. I will be the rubber band from the CAIS side keeping the schools together. I believe that our schools should stick together and be a big, happy family.
nut head
Hi, I’m Nicole and I have an older Sister named Louise!
In our school my sister is one of the class reps in student gov. this year my sister's running for VP against Crystal and Nicolai. Christina (my friend Teresa's older sister) is running for Prez against Marisa.
I like football and I like the Beatles a lot. I also like comics a lot!
My sister says I'm a nut head, shrimp and a weakling. I guess that's why this post is called nut head. My sister is really tall and big and strong. I'm one of the taller people in my grade but there are some people taller than me and one person A LOT taller than me. I'm also one of the stronger people in my grade, but the really tall person is also the strongest. The tall strong person in my grade is Sabrina. She towers over all of us and even some of our teachers! I call her Giant Mozz. Mozz standing for Mozzerela. I just love being me. My sister is always calling me shrimp, and my mom and dad say that one day I'll be taller than her. Right now she insults my height a lot already and she says to me and my parent's: oh don't worry I have more insults for you when you’re taller than me. I've been trying to find out what these insults are so that now I can insult her, but I can't seem to figure it out.
Another reason why this post is called nut head is because the thing is I made this blog yesterday, but my mom made me erase it because there were too many typos. I told her that it was a blog and didn't matter, but she said that if I was gonna put my campaign stuff on it the spelling should be better, and I agreed and said ok..
I’m going into middle school and I want to be better in school related stuff. My first goal is that I want t do my hw faster, the next is I want to be a faster runner for cross country, the third is to grow tall, the fourth is to grow strong and ya.
And next year I might run free, do you know why? Because my mom is considering letting me quit ballet, and if not next year, then when Im in 7th grade I'll definitely be able to quit. THANK GOD!!!! Ballet has practically taken over my life! Oh im sorry I cant go I have ballet. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m just glad I’ll be quitting.
In our school my sister is one of the class reps in student gov. this year my sister's running for VP against Crystal and Nicolai. Christina (my friend Teresa's older sister) is running for Prez against Marisa.
I like football and I like the Beatles a lot. I also like comics a lot!
My sister says I'm a nut head, shrimp and a weakling. I guess that's why this post is called nut head. My sister is really tall and big and strong. I'm one of the taller people in my grade but there are some people taller than me and one person A LOT taller than me. I'm also one of the stronger people in my grade, but the really tall person is also the strongest. The tall strong person in my grade is Sabrina. She towers over all of us and even some of our teachers! I call her Giant Mozz. Mozz standing for Mozzerela. I just love being me. My sister is always calling me shrimp, and my mom and dad say that one day I'll be taller than her. Right now she insults my height a lot already and she says to me and my parent's: oh don't worry I have more insults for you when you’re taller than me. I've been trying to find out what these insults are so that now I can insult her, but I can't seem to figure it out.
Another reason why this post is called nut head is because the thing is I made this blog yesterday, but my mom made me erase it because there were too many typos. I told her that it was a blog and didn't matter, but she said that if I was gonna put my campaign stuff on it the spelling should be better, and I agreed and said ok..
I’m going into middle school and I want to be better in school related stuff. My first goal is that I want t do my hw faster, the next is I want to be a faster runner for cross country, the third is to grow tall, the fourth is to grow strong and ya.
And next year I might run free, do you know why? Because my mom is considering letting me quit ballet, and if not next year, then when Im in 7th grade I'll definitely be able to quit. THANK GOD!!!! Ballet has practically taken over my life! Oh im sorry I cant go I have ballet. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m just glad I’ll be quitting.
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