If I could do anything before I died I would have a list eight miles long. Not kidding. But here are a few of them anyway. You’re welcome. I would probably travel all over the world, especially Japan. I love Japan. As far as the places where I would travel goes, I would probably go where my past ancestors have been. This includes Great Britain, Ireland, Scotland, Sweden, that place where the Dutch came from and Germany. Maybe I would travel to a bunch of other places if I got around to it. But I’ll still need time to finish the rest of my eight mile list. Before I start pushing up daises I should probably go around and visit my friends. Might be a good idea. Another thing I would do is a lot of stupid stuff. This would include stunts, hang gliding, climbing very tall mountains (maybe Everest), cliff jumping, parachuting, and a bunch of other risky stuff. Any suggestions? Next I would probably sell some stuff so there are no expenses for my family to pick up after I’m gone. Just the stuff I don’t like though. If anything I would give my family and close friends the things I did like. One of the very last things I would have to do would have to be traveling to the place I want to die. Kind of sounds funny coming from me. But the place I would really like to be is Japan. I know, I know, Japan again? Yes, Japan deal with it. I think I would be nice looking at the cherry blossoms in a park or something. But then again I can do that is Washington DC. There are a lot of other stuff I would really like to do before I take an eternal nap but like I said that list eight miles long. It would take forever to name them all. I just names some of the things I would really, really want to do. But first I really need to get money to do those things. It would suck if I couldn’t do any of those things.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Why I Don't Have a Hamster 12/20-12/24
I remember when I was about four years old my family had offered to baby sit my cousin Dana’s hamster while her and my aunt, uncle and second cousin are away. I at first thought that we were keeping the little furry hamster forever. But then my mother told me that we were only baby-sitting it. I cried a little. But then after a little kicking and screaming, hissy fit routine I finally settled down. I was a horrible spoiled little brat I’ll have to admit. My mother instructed not to take it out of the cage unless she was there. Can you guess what I did? Yes I pulled it out of the cage thinking “Oh she’ll never catch me.” Wrong! She found me in my room trying to get the little creature out from under my bed. She yelled at me and I cried yet again . . . loudly, very loudly. She finally said that if I did it again I would have to speak to my dad about this. Speaking to my dad about something I had done was bad news. So this time while it was in its little travel ball thingy I took it out and tried to play dress up with it. The hamster was way too big for my Barbie dress up clothes. Man that thing was fat. Of course it bit me and I set it down next to the TV stand. The hamster decided to run away from me for whatever reason and hid behind the TV. Try as I might I could not reach far enough to pull it from behind the TV. I ended up pushing the TV over with a crash. Then I put the hamster back in the cage and running up stairs so my mother wouldn’t catch me. Well she caught me anyway as you might have guessed. I had to explain to my father why I broke the TV and why I disobeyed my mother. I got a mild sentence of going to bed early. Stupid hamster.
Monday, December 20, 2010
12/20-12/24 December Plans
During the month of December my family does many things. My birthday is December seventh so we usually celebrate that first . . . obviously. Usually like the day after that we go and pick out a nice Christmas tree. I always did like that nice pine smell. It takes me back. Soon after the youngest in the family would decorate the tree while the rest of the family messes with him or her. I am so glad I am not the youngest child in the family any longer. After that the family shops for each other in secret. We’re ninja’s, if you haven’t noticed, so we are very sneaky. Pretty much we all try to hide our presents from each other. We all end up failing at that except for my parents. To this day I do not know how they hide those presents. For the life of me I cannot figure out how they manage to hide all those presents without any of us little children finding them. It is truly ridiculous. When it gets closer and closer to Christmas we start breaking out the eggnog. God that stuff is good. It used to be on Christmas Eve I had to go to bed. This is mostly because I’m the youngest and I have to preserve my innocence or something like that. But now that we have a child in the family younger than I am, I can actually help with the deceiving process. You know . . . where you write the nose to Santa and set the presents around the tree. I hope I get to eat the cookies because the cookies my step mom makes are amazing! But I really can’t wait to see every open their presents from me. I really hope they like them because I really had no idea what to get anyone this year.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Online Publishing 12/13-12/17
What have you learned about yourself as a writer since you've been in this course? Describe your writing process. What do you like to write about? What do you not like to write about? What impact, if any has this class had on your writing?
When I first took Online Publishing I thought, “Oh god, this is going to blow so much.” But then when I finally started to write articles and blogs and such my writing skills started to improve. I used to pu5t sentences together like I was trying to sew . . . and I can’t sew worth crap. Now I can actually make a decent four hundred word paragraph without trying. Well I try a little bit, that much I can say. Usually when I write something I go through it twice. I do this because I want to make my paragraph better, maybe put in some fancy words, maybe a little razzle dazzle if you know what I mean. Now that this course is almost over I can go over it four times or more. With two editors I can edit my work and then go over it to see if there is any “Razzle Dazzle” I want to add to it by chance. Also there has been this story I have been trying to get started to for some time. Now I have four chapters of my story in and it’s actually good. I feel like I have a sense of accomplishment because of this and I am extremely proud. To be honest I actually wish I could take this class a second time because I think it’s so awesome. In fact that last statement was not an opinion, that last statement was a fact. To be clear this was the boringest blog I have ever typed in my entire life. Congratulations Mr. Currin. Eat that for breakfast you beautiful person you.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
What is Beauty? 12/13-12/17
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Poem Responce

Counting (first stanza)
By Douglas Goetsch
I'd walk close to buildings counting
bricks, run my finger in the grout
till it grew hot and numb. Bricks
in a row, rows on a floor, multiply
floors, buildings, blocks in the city.
I knew there were numbers for everything--
tires piled in mountains at the dump,
cars on the interstate to Maine,
pine needles blanketing the shoulder of the road,
bubbles in my white summer spit.
I dreamed of counting the galaxies
of freckles on Laura MacNally,
touching each one--she loves me,
she loves me not--right on up her leg,
my pulse beating away at the sea
wall of my skin, my breath
inhaling odd, exhaling even.
This part of a poem seems to show some sort of confusion of the senses. It seems as if the poet long for the flesh of another human being but at the same time resents the human race. The writer’s mind seems to be spinning as if on some sort of druggie trip. To be quite honest the way it’s layered it be a sort of dream. Either that or in some way he is dreaming of traveling the beautiful body that is mother earth. Just saying. There are so many meanings to this poem its making my head spin! He might just be comparing the exotic beauty of a woman to the common beauty of his surroundings. One thing is for sure, he is definitely showing some love. He’s also showing a sort of confusion. Perhaps he was confused about the new feeling he has for this person. Then again he might be on his death bed and trying to take in natural beauties in his everyday life if which he may never see again. These are many, many possibilities that could be a meaning to this poem. Who knows, this poem could mean something completely different to someone else. This is just my own opinion; it doesn’t mean it’s the only opinion.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
When I was little, my friends and I used to play with Barbie’s. It was awful and I regret every moment of it. If I could go back in time I would slap that Barbie doll out of my little hand and scream “NO, NO BAD!” and run away. Just kidding, but seriously I am really disappointed in my child hood. Other than Barbie’s me and my friends liked to play hide-and-go-seek tag. Good times. At that time I was really good at hiding . . . I’m not very good at that now because I’m too big. What a downer. But pretty much we would all desert one child as we all ran away and hid. We didn’t even have a safe base. If you were the last to be caught, you won. I was very good at winning. That really isn’t the case now-a-days. Yet another downer. When I was little I also liked to steal things. I was such a little kleptomaniac. Goof times. I would steal toys from my friends and candy from stores and gas stations. I didn’t understand they had video cameras. I just thought it was some sort of magic I had to hide from. Wow I cannot believe I turned out ok. A little sarcastic, but still ok. The point is I was a really messed up kid. I’m still a messed up kid! I’m sure most of you would agree with me. I have nice friends. My best friend was a real brat, she liked to steal my toys too. I still so disappointed in my childhood.
Childhood TV Shows
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
The Gnome
“Come on Spencer!” The young girl padded her knees happily as a small gold retriever puppy galloped over to her. “Come on, gimmie the ball!” She giggled and tried to pull the ball away from the pup’s mouth. As she wrestled with the small pup she heard so rustling in the bushes near the hole in the fence. “Uhg, rabbits.” She scoffed as she walked towards the rustling. She pushed the bushes away with her hands and found a little, old, dirty garden gnome. She rolled her eyes and reached out to push it aside when it let out a ferocious screech. The girl fell back in surprise and stared at the little man with wide eyes. “Y-you’re alive?!”Her voice trembled. “Of course I am child, all gnomes are.” Its voice was shrill and unnerving. The little man treaded towards her slowly as she was frozen in fear. “I’m going to make a deal with you.” He has a sort of sinister grin on his face. “What kind of deal?” She was trying to keep her voice from shaking but you could tell it working at all. “Well.” He paused. “I propose you allow me to take anything I want at any time and any place from you. . . .” “No.” She interrupted. Slowly her fingers felt the soft grass searching for anything to grasp in her hand. “Don’t disrespect me!” He growled as he shook his little chubby finger in her face. “If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll tell everyone what you have done. She swallowed as her fingers rested upon the wooden handle of a shovel. She gripped the handle firmly and said softly. “Well . . . here’s your answer.” She quickly jumped on to her feet and swung the shovel towards the evil little gnome. The shovel collided into him and smashed him apart sending pieces of his body everywhere. She dropped the shovel on the green lawn and walked towards the porch. “That fixes that problem.” She brought out a hose. “Now to clean this porch!” She slowly rinsed the wooden porch cleaning it of her sins.
Friday, December 3, 2010
What is art?

Art, it is something we all use to express ourselves one way or another. Whether it be writing, singing, dancing or painting we all use it. Personally I use drawing to express myself. It’s either that or writing and singing. Although, drawing is what I do the most of. I often draw what I’m thinking of or maybe who I’m thinking about. Usually it’s dark and disturbing but sometimes it has to do with love and passion. I can’t just draw any time though, there has to be a specific idea or a specific feeling. It might be a way for me to connect to other people too. I’m not too sure of myself. When I sing usually it is because i have a very annoying song stuck in my head. The only way I can get any song is either to sing it or listen to it . . . and if there isn’t any music I can listen to then I suppose singing works. When I write I don’t often write about my own feeling and actions. I am more likely to write a story of some sort describing a deeper means leading to how I felt during that time. It’s very confusing I know. Although for the reader I guess it’s the fact that I don’t want someone to find out how I really feel. It may not even be about the real world, it will just be off in some weird universe somewhere that doesn’t even exist. That the beauty of art though. It doesn’t need to make sense; you can make it anything you want it to be. It’s what you think about your feelings and other people and the world. If anything that’s how we connect to other people, through utter randomness. It’s fantastic isn’t it?
“Happy Birthday Amber!” Every one screamed at the top of their lungs. She stumbled back in surprise and then smiled.
“You Guys! You didn’t have to go and do this for me!” She couldn’t help herself, she was grinning from ear to ear. She didn’t much like her birthday. She didn’t even like the fact people would go out of their way just to do this sort of thing for her. Numerous people ran up to her and hugged her, wishing her a very happy birthday. She slowly walked into the room glancing over the faces of those who were there. She had no idea this many people liked her. Two adolescent males came over to her and led her to a chair that was pained gold that had Blue and white lettering that said ‘Birthday Girl’ of the top. She rested her tired arms and crossed her legs wondering what would happen next. They put a cute burger king crown of her head and brought a big pink birthday cake with thirteen candles on it. She didn’t care much for pink but that didn’t matter much to her now. Everyone around her sang ‘Happy Birthday’ and a few friends sang ‘what’s your boyfriend’s first name’ and giggled. She turned a bright red with embarrassment as her mother said softly “Make a wish sweet heart.” She closed her eyes a moment or two and blew out all thirteen candles on the pink birthday cake. The small crowd around her cheered and someone finally yelled “open your presents why don’t you?” Her father bald and wrinkled brought her a large square box with a tag that said ‘pull me’. Amber’s eyes widened and she reached out for the tab. With one quick pull the four sides of the box fell to the ground. Amber gasped with joy as her eyes lay upon the steel wire cage. Inside the cage was a tiny baby parrot. “Oh she’s beautiful!” Amber exclaimed. “Oh can I hold her? Please Can I?” Her father shrugged and opened the cage, carefully pulling the fragile bird out. Amber held out of her hands eagerly. She held her gently. She whispered “I’m going to call you Louis, and I’m going to love you forever.”
11/29-12/3 Out West
With this photo it reminds me a lot of home . . . home being Colorado. Colorado is mostly like this picture actually. Since it is mostly built off of the Rocky Mountains, there are few parts of Colorado that has cities. This is mostly around the Denver city area. Other than that it’s pretty much all rural area. It’s a lot of dry land. Since I came back from Colorado I find myself loving the desert land more that I originally liked the lands of New York. This land might just be special to me because I was born there. But I guess going back there rekindled my love for the sun bitten lands. I’m also a very big fan of the mountains. This is probably because me my family and a bunch of close friends used to go camping practically every weekend. This place I call home, to me has a lot of spiritual value. When you look out your window in the morning all you can see around you is the mountains, it’s like a big bowl and you’re living right in the middle of it. It’s a strange sense of security; like you’re being cradled in the arms of mother earth know that sounds majorly corny but that’s honestly how I feel. The tree in this picture kind of reminds me of my family that resides in Colorado. Kind of like a family tree, it branches off in so many places. Wow that’s also really corny. I have my Poppi’s side of the family there, which is completely nuts, and then I have my step family over there, they’re nuts too but in a good way. The winter there is just as dry as the summer. The winter is one of the main reasons people only stay during the summer. They say the white snow kind of makes everything look grey and dull. From the pictures and my memories I don’t think that at all. I actually think it’s quite beautiful. The snow gives everything a nice blue tint to it.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
11/22-11/26 Fear Builds Walls
The expression “fear builds walls” can have many meanings. A wall usually means that, that person distrusts you. Of course distrust means fear. In forts and such, they will usually build a wall to protect themselves against these enemies that they have. A person does not literally build a wall around them, but simply keeps others from getting close to their heart. There is another expression that is “trust builds bridges”. A bridge makes it easier to get places does it not? Well a bridge is pretty much the same as a person trusting you and opening up to you. A bridge is pretty much the opposite of the wall. Those who often build walls out of fear mean they are very had to get close to. Hopefully soon they will learn to mend their broken hearts so they may open up to people once again. In other words even if the person does not open up to you right away, that doesn’t mean you should give up. Healing takes time. You should trust me on these things because I used to build walls too. Fortunately for me and my friends, I learned how to turn those walls into bridges to let those people in. Right now I am focusing on teaching other how to do this. It really helps to connect to people who have gone through the same things. As long as you are going through it, there is someone else in the world with the exact same problem. You are never truly alone to why build a bridge so you feel like you are?
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
11/22-11/26 Top Ten of Nate Zobreast
10.) His hair used to be red
9.) His hair is now bleach blonde
8.) His voice has a very deep tone
7.) He stoops his height so his head won’t scrape against the ceiling
6.) He likes music
5.) He sits next to Pinky
4.) He is currently in a love triangle between Markus and Mono Herter
3.) He plays some sort of sport
2.) He may read this and find 3 rhymes
1.) His name is Nate Zobreast
Friday, November 19, 2010
I Am Thankful 11/15-11/19
In this world there are few things I am thankful for. After my grandpa died I thought about how long I would be around. I never knew I was going to be around this long. To be honest I thought I was going to die before seventh grade. I had a depression so bad it nearly killed me. I used to cry myself to sleep every night, smothering my tears into my pillow. I did things that I know I couldn’t do now. You could tell me I was the most amazing person you have ever met and I would just brush it off as if you were lying to me. I was so deep into that dark place where I felt nobody cared, nobody would notice I was gone. The only thing that actually kept me from taking my own life was probably my friends. I knew those few would be the ones missing me. No one really knew I was doing this to myself because I would go to school, I would hold this fake smile on my face to mask all my pain. To this day neither of my parents has any idea what I did to myself, any of it. Without my friends I would not be here. I would not be the person I am today. It’s still hard for me to discuss what I went through but I am getting better at knowing who I am and what my goal is in life. Since then I have made so much progress, it’s crazy. I’m confident, I’m happy. I just had to know that I was amazing just the way I was. My friends helped me know that. This thanksgiving I am thankful for having a chance to be here. I am also thankful for those people who care most about me, who were there for me in my time of need.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
11/15-11/19 Win?
Ah, the subject of winning. Something I haven’t truly experienced but know enough about to explain it a toddler. Can you taste the sarcasm? If you lose, you say “It’s alright, it’s just a game no big deal.” Though when you win it’s a totally different story. When you win you do everything in your power to shove it in the loser’s face. You gotta love bragging rights. But to me there really isn’t any winning or losing in life. You make mistakes, we all do, and you move on. It’s simple as that. Nothing is really fair life is never fair and neither is karma when you think about it. Life and karma really isn’t unfair either though. Things are just the way they are. We may try and change some of the way things are, and some of us may succeed a little, but there will always be that thing you will never be able to change. You can’t drive a car drunk safely. You can’t completely express your opinion without hurting or angering someone else. You can’t come up with an idea without knowing for sure that someone else hasn’t thought about it too. You can’t sit there and think that someone hasn’t gone through the same things as you. We are a blink of an eye for our entire existence. Why think about winning and losing and what’s fair and unfair when you really have a life to live. It’s honestly a waste of time. Next time when your gloating about winning or all gloomy about losing, just think, you have better things to do.
How I Feel About Christmas 11/15-11/19
I am not a normal kid who just cannot wait for Christmas to come around. In fact I am not that much of a fan of Christmas. To be quite clear my favorite holiday is Halloween. I like all the scary scenery and the way the night air feels on my skin. Its chilly but not to the point where you have to sick your hands in your pockets to keep your fingers from falling off from frost bite. God I hate what that happens. Also all the scary movie marathons and free candy, you can’t deny it’s the best holiday ever invented by the Celtic people. I’m not a big fan of Christmas for many reasons. One, I’ve out grown Santa. Plus the “magic” that was once there for me turned to lies from my parents so wouldn’t grow up to fast. There’s also having to buy the presents and having no idea what to get. I really hate the fact that Christmas comes out a month early every year. The Christmas specials, let’s be frank, we’ve all watched them billions of times, and I hope I’m not the only one when I say I’m sick of it before it starts. I usually drown myself in eggnog during the holidays. The only possible reason I could be excited for Christmas this year is probably because I’ll get to see my Poppi and step family. Other than that, total bum out. Although Halloween, that is a true night of excitement and adventure with no end to possibilities. You can trick or treat . . . or both. But the rules don’t say how! I hope you can now understand how I feel about Christmas and definitely how I feel about Halloween, also known as, the greatest holiday known to man.
Friday, November 12, 2010
11/8-11/12 Captian Howdy-Favorite Quotes
“Behold as you pass by,
As you are now I once was,
As you are now so you bust be,
Prepare for death and fallow me.”
-Unknown
“We may forget what is in our minds but we’ll never forget what is out hearts.”
-Unknown
“There is no crying. You are not a child. You lost your childhood when you knew you were going to die.”
-Strangeland, “Captain Howdy”
I really like all these quotes because they really inspire me to cherish my teenage years and really love my life. They may seem a little scary to you but they’re a lot better than the mushy gushy ones people usually pick out. Gross. The first quote came from a grave stone somewhere in cowsvill. I don’t know very much about it because I heard out this quote in American History class. It’s basically that person calling out to whoever is passing by their grave to say “Hey I existed! Remember this and know it was me.” All each of really want in life is to be remembered, we live on through others memories. The second quote I also got from American History class. It’s pretty much the same concept, except that it’s not talking about memory. It’s more a lot the lines of if you knew that person and took them into their heart; it’s not going to be easy to forget them. So that’s kind of a goal for me. I want to be remembered we all do. The third and final quote is more about cherishing the time you have. Our lives go by so fast and we have to spend that time with people who are valuable to us.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Lunch Trio 11/8-11/12
Of all the people I could have lunch with, there are three people I would enjoy it with the most. One of those people would have to be my Grandpa Whelchel. He died when I was about ten or eleven, and I moved out of Colorado when I was seven. So I wasn’t really able to get to know him too well. From what I knew, he was an artist and very kind. Just to be able to hug him one more time would be enough for me. I fear that the memories I have of him have grown fuzzy. If I could only have lunch with one person, it would definitely be him.
The send person I would be delighted to have lunch with would most likely be an old friend of mine named Travis. He was a very good friend of mine back in the day when I was about fourteen going on fifteen. He had to be about nineteen and was really a big brother to me. He would joke around with me and give me advice about boys and such. He was always smiling and he always seemed to have a bounce in his step. Then I just stopped hearing from him, I lost all communication with him until about two months later. One of the people who were really close to him posted something on MySpace. It said that something happened to make him shut off all contact to the outside world. He just shut down and didn’t let anyone into the house and you wouldn’t set a foot outside at all. Soon after he got extremely depressed and eventually decided to end himself. I never got the chance to say goodbye. I just wish I could have lunch with him, back with the old Travis I once knew.
The final person I would probably want to have lunch with is Billie Joe Armstrong. He’s in a band called Green Day. He has been my idol since I was in fifth grade. Not only is he gorgeous, but he makes really inspire music. MY favorite album of all time would have to be “Nimrod”. They inspire me to be better, better at being myself and better at expressing myself. I probably talk a lot about his music but I think it would be an honor or a privilege to get to know that real Billie Joe. Perhaps if this really did happen I would get a wicked sweet autograph from him also.
Monday, November 8, 2010
11/8-11/12 a sarcastic outlook on my thanksgiving
Every Thanksgiving I remember has always been the same. I don’t really remember the thanksgivings I had with my Dad’s side of the family because I was extremely young and I moved out of Colorado when I was seven and a half. In any case my thanksgivings are like any other families. My ma’s side of the family would either have dinner at my house, my Aunt Cindy and Uncle Paul or my Uncle Terry and Aunt Lynn. Before everyone gets there I help prep, watch the Macy’s Day Parade, and possibly chill out in my fuzzy pajamas. When the family finally starts filling in I run up stairs and put something actually presentable. I don’t often socialize with my cousins because we really have nothing in common. The only cousins I really talk to is probably Timmy, Eric and Julia. They’re the youngest except for me. Everyone else is either married or my sibling. It gets awkward, so I just find a nice seat and doodle for 3 hours, or until it’s time to eat. Everyone on my mom’s side of the family is catholic so we can’t really talk about anything real in life. It’s always, how’s school, how’s your life, are you eating right, are you going to church every Sunday? It gets old. I try to give the simplest answer possible. After everyone is done eating usually there’s dishes and doggie bags for the ride home. Pretty much after that everyone passes out from the all mighty turkey or goes home. So pretty much every Thanksgiving is awkward, same as always. So this Thanksgiving I’m thankful for not having to see my catholic half of the family as much as I’d really love to.
Friday, November 5, 2010
11/1-11/5 Poppi
What is respect? It’s something that comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s not the easiest thing to determine. You don’t have to like that person, and it doesn’t have to be a person you know in person. There’s one person I would say I definitely respect though. Scott Douglas Whelchel, my father. I didn’t used to know him to well because he worked all the time, and when he was home, either I wasn’t or I was doing something else. He’s a very fun guy once I got to know him, and very protective. Although, that is not the reason why I respect him. Since my ma and him agreed to get a divorce, my ma has been a stubborn mule. She refuses to believe that he’s changed. Happiness changes people, I’ve seen it myself. Still my ma was extremely rude to him, even though he went out of his way to be nice to her. He didn’t want the divorce to be like a Hollywood drama. He didn’t want me to be taken away from my ma, he wanted to have split custody so neither one of them would have to go to court or have to pay alimony. He never did anything to her to deserve the treatment my mother gave him. He still has to put up with that. I respect that. I could never put up with my ma as long as he as. Then again he’s had to put up with her for about fifteen years. He is a trooper, I can barely put up with her for a day! It just shows he’s a lot stronger than I am. That is why I respect him.
Youtube dream job 11/1-11/5
Of all the things I could possibly be I think making music videos has to be the best thing for me. When I listen to music I personalize it and make it my own. I have these pictures of my head of what it would be like. I could listen to virtually come up with anything that would pop up in that particular video. It started when I was in seventh grade I used to come up with little dance moves for the songs I listen to. After that I started looking at sceneries and what the person would look like or what he or she would be doing. If I wanted to get started on this I would need some willing friends and a camera. I would probably start out on Youtube or something that relate to that. Youtube is the best option because I can get critiqued on my work and learn new things from other users. There are so many people on there already that I envy for being able to do this sort of thing. I probably work the best with alternative bands such as My Chemical Romance, Green Day, and other bands and or songs that have a lot of meaning to me. I might see another person’s music video and get inspired to do my own version of that particular work. There are so many ways I could do these things I’ve got so many ideas I could use for these projects, it’s crazy! I’m just excited to get a camcorder and get started on this work!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
"The All Mighty Ruler Pinky" Someday 10/25-10/29
Ryan Pinkowski: an average student who just doesn’t do his blogs in online publishing. Perhaps he’s just lazy; he just doesn’t feel like doing his blogs. Maybe there is more to the story, there’s just something we don’t know about the day and life of Ryan Pinkowski. Personally I know “Pinky” better than everyone else. Don’t ask questions I just do. The schedule for this deeply unique individual is surprisingly complex. In the morning he gets up and eats razors for breakfast, every morning. Of course one can’t just eat razors and have a perfectly normal mouth. His mouth is filled with razors to attack those other razors. After eating his nutritious razor filled breakfast, he rides the bus to school to catch up on some major Z’s. He then walks into school and does all his work except for, of course, the blogs in online publishing. Instead he researches villains that are planning to take over the world. You see Pinky is also looking to take over the world. Although all those evil doers are merely in his way, he finds that the best way to take them out is to talk to them in an annoying matter until eventually, they’re face melts. A very effective way might I add. How he plans to take over the world you ask? Well that is strictly secret. Although if I have told you this much I might as well go the whole nine yards. He will start with Ireland and Scotland. He will take as many goats as he can and he will graze the rolling green hills until they are nothing but a desert land. The people will cry out and plead for him to stop this madness. But he will say “Nay! I shall not! I will only agree to halt my actions if Robert Currin agrees not to assign blogs to the class ‘Online Publishing’ any longer!” by then his plan would have worked perfectly and there would be no more blogs for online publishing, thus causing the world to spontaneously combust, and hand control over to the one and only Pinky. But for now he spends his time searching for other villains that might stand in his way of getting livestock. What a day that will be.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The Worst Pain 10/25-10/29
It was December of 2009 and about a week before my birthday when I experienced the worst pain I have yet to feel. My dad had just left to go to work around five in the morning and I got up around the same time to see him off. I felt like eating oatmeal that morning, and I had an unfinished water bottle so I decided to use it up and put the water bottle in the microwave for about three minutes. I went into my room to get ready and when I came out I saw that the water was done. So I took the water bottle out of the microwave (it didn’t have a cap on) and I saw that it was an unusually small. I then held it under me before I took it to the bowl in which was holding my instant oatmeal. It then decided to explode all over my neck chest and shoulders. For about ten minutes I didn’t feel anything so I continued on with what I was doing before. I suppose at the time I could have been in shock. But then I started feeling pain so I got a rag and started filling up the sink so I could splash some cold water on the wound and hopefully cool it off. I remember thinking that while I was walking to school with my friend, I could just put some cold snow down my shirt and how good it would feel if I just rolled around in it. I figured this wasn’t like any of the other burns I had so I decided to call my mom so she could come and see if she could help me. My mom ended up getting almost stuck in the driveway because there was so much snow. I actually had to call her a second time because at that time the pain was almost unbearable. I was crying so much she could barely understand me. She was at my dad’s house in about ten minutes but it felt like two house. When she got there, I had to open the door because both of them were locked. At the moment my burn looked like a bad sunburn, a really bad sunburn. Pretty much all of my neck and chest were beat red. My mom got some sort of green gel that she told me to rub where it hurt. Although I find that it didn’t help much. My mom told me to take my wet clothes off and put on new ones even though it was terribly painful. She then took me to the hospital and of all things, we got stuck in traffic. My mom decided to run out and grab a big hunk of snow to put on my chest. I couldn’t stop crying the pain was so bad. My mom dropped my off at the emergency door so she could go find a place to park. I swear to god I felt like a zombie because I was walking really slow and when I walked in everyone stared at me with these big eyes. I was shaking so bad from the pain trying to keep the tears down. I didn’t even get time to sit before a nurse ran up to me and put me in a big white office. She asked me how bad my pain was and what I was allergic to, the usual. A bunch of people walked in and took me into the burn unit which was surprisingly close and put me in a bed. I felt kind of Closter phobic being surrounded by all those people. They cleaned up my wounds and gave me a shot for the pain. Another woman came in with something that looked like a scalpel but I was too tired to do anything. I was scared she was going to cut me open or something. I ended up having this huge blister on my chest under my chin that she had to pop. I almost threw up because the water from the blister ran down my chest. It felt so gross. My mom just kind of sat there with me the rest of the time. I don’t really remember much else in the hospital. I just remember say “wee” a few minutes after the pain shot because I was really dizzy and light headed. I just remember my mom looking at me seriously and saying “Don’t you dare start liking that!” After that I suppose I passed right out. My mom took me out for Timmy Ho’s and I passed out again. I woke up once we got back to the house and my mom decided to tell me “your mouth was open.” I got in the house and my dad was there. I could tell my ma called him because he looked really worried. I’ll never forget that look and I hope I never see it again.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Who I Look Up To10/25-10/29
If there had to be anyone that I could look up to, it would most likely be either my step mom Sheryll, My Step Grandma or my Grandpa on my dad’s side.
I find that my step mom is really caring and very strong. She may not have the best looks in the world but you can’t help but love her from the first time you meet her. I could literally tell her anything and she would understand completely. If anything she is the role model for inner beauty. I find that she always knows exactly what to say at the exact time. Plus she trusts me, you can really tell when she loves because she literally tells you every day that you mean the world to her. That is one of the things I love most. She’s just really bubbly and up-beat. I hope one day I could have an outlook on like as good as hers.
I also look up to my step grandma. She’s a very good artist and most of the paintings and quilt work she does is actually very realistic. She also is a fantastic baker. She makes every break, pastry and sweet by scratch. There is nothing like it. She’s been teaching me a little bit of how to paint and how to cook and bake. What I really love is she doesn’t have that snooty I’m-Better-Than-You feeling when she’s teaching me. It really feels like she’s trying to help me. Also she does a lot of sculpting as well, and because of her I’m starting to reach into that as well. I really like my grandma’s attitude also. She has kind of that goofy, sarcastic, spunky person. She’ll fake you out where you’ll be scared that you have offended her but then she’ll just start laughing and you’ll laugh too because you know you have just been fooled.
I only knew my grandpa until I was seven because I had moved to New York and when I turned around ten years old he had passed away. But from what I knew he was a very caring and loving person. He also had a perfect mustache. Not even kidding his mustache what like snow white and it looked like a D. Plus he was kind of my inspiration for getting into Native American culture. From what I’ve seen he was an amazing artist with oil paints. He put a lot of heart and soul into everything he did. Including his garden.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Scariest Movie 10/18-10/22
The scariest movie I have ever seen has got to be “The IT”. It’s about this creepy clown that comes after these kids and tried to kill them since they discovered he was real. I first watched that movie when I was around six years old. So I suppose it doesn’t help at all. I was at a friend’s house and we wanted to act older so we went through her brother’s movies and found “The IT”. Both of us were pretty much scared to death, I mean not literally because I’m obviously still here. But out of me and my friend I am now the only one who has a phobia of clowns. I’m not the only one in my family either. My brother is also really scared of clowns, and it’s probably for the same exact reason. Though you can’t really blame me clowns are downright creepy! IT just made everything a whole lot worse. Also the fact that “The IT” was originally a book made by Stephen King makes it pretty bad. Besides, I don’t know about you, but I really don’t see any real happy clowns around, you know? The only other things I’m scared of are small places and maybe lumber jacks. Not the ones you see often, but like the lumber jacks you would see in an old hick town. Kind of like the one in “Little Red Riding Hood” where that lumber jack creepily pops up just in time . . . creepy. These are a few things I fear and clowns are one of them. You know what I’m going to go ahead and blame Stephen king for that.
The Axe Murderer 10/18-10/22
It was a cold Halloween night in the month of October. Leaves were dancing in the frosty night and the scent of chocolate and caramel were thick in the air. Though there were no sounds of joyful laughter. There was only cold silence now that every little children and parents tucked away inside their houses in sweet slumber. That was until four rowdy teenagers made their way down the street. The crisp autumn leaves and gibber jabbering amongst them and the soft snickering were the only sounds they made. Soon they came upon a rickety old house that stood alone for almost thirteen years.
The grass was high and the house was in disarray. Paint flaked off the old creepy house whenever the wind blew on to into shutters and weeping willow in the front draped over almost the entire yard. One of the two boys stepped up front speaking softly but what he said chilled the other thee to the bone.
“This is where it happened. . . “He trailed off into silence.
“Where what happened, Nate?” Val asked, even though they already knew exactly what he was talking about, and so did the others. Val had bleach blond hair with brown roots. It was obvious it was fake.
He slowly turned around to face the others, his back facing the creepy old house.
“This is where that maniac lives.” He said in a quiet but dark tone.
The group gasped a bit and took a step back. They all stared at the house now, with eyes the size of the moon.
“Shall we go in?” The other boy stepped in from the back. His name was Brandon and he had red hair, with pale skin and freckles. Everyone made fun of him for that. He was about six foot three which would explain why he was on the school basketball team.
The two girls looked up at him as if he was a crazy man himself. A grin grew on Nate’s face and Brandon wrapped his arms around the two girl’s shoulders.
“What’s wrong ladies?” Asked Brandon
“Are you scared?” Chimed in Nate.
The two girls looked at each other.
“Pfft, of course not!” Carrie was a girl with long brown hair and one eye green while the other was brown. She was much braver than her friend Val and usually was the one to make the decisions.
She quickly pulled Brandon’s arm off her shoulder and walked closer to the house while, Val merely shied away from him.
“Come on Val-lie! Let’s go already”
Nate held the door open for Carrie and Val and Brandon then joined them on the front porch.
“I’m coming.” Val said quietly, jogging to catch up to Carrie.
Brandon and Nate grinned at each other unaware at the danger lying ahead.
Once inside they all got inside they sat down on some old dusty furniture distend to fall apart as soon as it was touched.
“Alright. . . .” Nate said clasping his hands together and leaning forward.
Everyone else leaned forward too, eager to listen to the story they had heard so many times before.
“About twenty years ago there was a man and his wife. They lived in this very house. They never had any children and for that, the wife, Ellen, always blamed her husband. Ellen’s Husband, Bill, would do anything for her. Every wish of hers was his desire. It was never enough. She nagged and nagged and put him down so many times. One day he just snapped. She was yelling at him for god knows what, and then he walked out. When he can back in he was wielding an axe.”
He paused and looked around the room seeing the fear in everyone’s eyes.
“And you know what happened next?”
The room was silent, not even the wind in the trees made a sound now.
“He came after her and he chopped her in into little pieces!”
They all gasped in surprise even though they had all heard the story several times before.
“But that’s not all he did, he fed her bones to the neighbors’ dogs. Then he took the meat and took it to the butcher to be ground up and sold. He would have gotten away with it too in a little kid hadn’t gone and told his folks about what he saw. He was taken to jail but he vowed that when he got out he would go after the kid that ratted him out and anyone else who tried to help him.”
Nate looked around the room hiding a sick smirk between his lips.
“Apparently the guy broke out a few days ago.” He shrugged the statement off as if it was nothing but everyone else was shaken with fear. They were all holding on to each other like they wanted some sort of protection.
“I-Is he going to come h-here?” Asked Val holding on to Brandon’s coat, burying her face in his arm.
“Let’s hope not!” Said Nate as he stood up from the dusty old chair. He now had a twisted smile on his face.
“Nate you’re such a jerk!” Carrie stood up and slapped him arm lightly.
“You scared us!”
Nate dashed to the side to avoid her slap.
“Hey it wasn’t a lie! Its true!” He snickered.
He stood up strait.
“Why don’t you believe m-“
Before he could finish a large axe was plunged into the top of his head. His body collapsed to the floor and a tall, skinny man with snow white hair and an orange jump suit. He bent over to pull the heavy axe out of Nate’s head and went after his friends. He drowned into darkness, horrified screams and blood.
He awoke in a cold sweat, almost falling out of the bed. He padded his hand all over his body to make sure he was okay. He sighed in relief and jumped out of the bed.
“What a nightmare.” He exclaimed pulling on his clothes getting ready for school. He made his way down the stairs and rushed out the door to get on his way to school. He was too busy to see the News report that morning.
“Three adolescents missing since Halloween, blood was found where Valerie Jhonson, Brandon Perkins and Carrie Ann Williams were last seen. The search for these three teens are still being conducted.”
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Nate Bailey the Boss? 10/18-10/22
I am unsure of whom this Nate Bailey is and I am sure I have not heard this name until just now. I have found there have been much talking about this subject and most have been negative. Pretty much every other blog I have read on this subject has told me that Nate Bailey is, in fact, not the boss. I suppose if that many people have confidence is saying he is not the boss, I’ll just have to agree with them. Being the boss means you need to look over others so nothing bad happens to them. It also means taking in a lot of responsibility. I do not know if Nate bailey has these traits. I assume if he did more people would say he is the boss. Then again this may be another form to “bash” Nate Bailey. It is not my position to judge others when I do not know them. So perhaps I shouldn’t even be doing this blog. Then again if do not do this blog I would lose some serious points. Anyways, my point of all this is that Nate Bailey is not the boss. I hope that I did not ramble on for too long just to make this blog two hundred and fifty words when in fact this is not even close to that number. Well, you have a nice day. The end.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
10/11-10/15 Best meal ever!
Ever since I went to Colorado over the summer to visit my Poppi, I have been craving that authentic Mexican food like crazy. I find that it is extremely hard to figure out what Mexican food I like the best. I just love the spices and different tastes. I was about to give up and say I just liked Mexican food in general, but then I thought back to the time I had my step mom’s famous breakfast burritos. She had wrapped them in foil and put them on the hot coals in the fire pit so they would cook. There was no way of telling what was in that foil covered package until I took one smoldering bite and fell in love with the colliding flavors. She pretty much put in all the things you would put in a breakfast but it’s jammed into a burrito! She had rice, green chilies, black beans, hash browns, cheese, eggs, red chilies and hamburger. No one who reads this will know exactly how amazingly tasty it is until they try it. It has a nice spicy kick to it but at the same time the hash browns and rice kind of help mellow it out. And with that nice little kick in the morning, it helps you wake up better than coffee most likely would. If you don’t believe me, just leave me a comment and I’ll send you the recipe so you can try it yourself.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
10/11-10/15 BEST CLASSES EVER
I cannot say what the best class ever is, but I can certainly say what the best classes are. In this way it is incredibly easy to choose because both classes are equally fun and challenging. Both classes also have the same teacher, and you know who you are. There are so many reasons I could tell you why I love these two classes so much. So many reasons to name and yet so little space to tell you just exactly why and what those classes are. I suppose I’ll just have to get on with it then. To be quite clear my favorite classes are English and Online Publishing. In both classes I can express my thoughts and opinions equally. In one I may improve my reading and comprehension skills. In the other i can improve my writing and typing skills. Also to be honest the teacher is a riot. Listening to him interact with the other teachers and students, really brightens up my day. When I come home from school I can tell my mother I had wonderful day at school and that I learn something new every day. Whether it be about myself, others, or just life in general, I always end up learning something in Mr. Currin’s classroom.
10/11-10/15 BEST BAND EVER
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
10/4-10/8
This is so hard to do because there are so many movies that I like and it’s really hard to choose which ones are my favorites. My first Favorite would have to be “Edward Scissorhands”. It’s directed by Tim Burton so of course it would be one of my favorites.
It’s a cute little story that tells of how snow came to be. It takes place in what looks like a bland 1960’s suburbia. The only difference between any of the houses it probably the color! There is a young make up saleswoman named Joyce who found Edward after trying to get a sales pitch from an old mansion that was once owned by an old inventor, who died before he could finish his latest invention, Edward. You see, Edward is a machine who looks like a man with scissor hands. Anyways Edward ends up falling in love with a young woman named Kim, and soon she with him. Edward becomes very popular throughout the suburbia because he is very talented with his hands. That is, up until Jim (Kim’s boyfriend) startles Edward and he ends up injuring Kim. She knew it was an accident so she had a fight with Jim while Edward escaped back to the mansion where he was made. Although Jim went after him in means to kill Edward. Edward ended up killing Jim and throwing him out the window in the attic. Kim saw the whole thing and quickly grabbed a spare hand that the old inventor hadn’t used and proclaimed to the citizens that they had killed each other to save Edward. In any case Edward makes large ice sculptures every year in the attic on his memories in suburbia. As a result of all the shavings caused by Edward’s constant carving, the suburbia gets snow throughout the entire frigid season.
I really do love this movie because it’s creepy and it’s beautiful in it’s own way. I also like the face that it tells how snow came to be.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
9/27-10/1
If I had to choose my favorite season, it would have to be hands down, the season of autumn. You cannot go wrong! I mean it’s the season of the leaves changing into shades of red and yellow. It’s starting to get chilly outside, not too bad, but to the point where u can wear a sweater. I kind of like the cold but I don’t like it’s when it gets so cold that after you take a stroll outside for ten minutes your legs go numb. Then again I don’t like it when it’s so hot you can barely breathe with all the muggy air around you. Yuck. With fall its right in the middle, but a little chillier, I think spring would be right in the middle, but I don’t like spring because of Easter. One of the best parts of Autumn is most likely hearing the leaves crunch under your feet. Oh yes
I am also a big fan of horror movies and creepy stuff. I suppose you can guess what my favorite holiday is, and don’t you dare say Christmas! I love Halloween. It’s a time when all the creeps, ghouls, ghosts, monsters and demons of all sorts come out. It’s just a holiday of pure fun! This is all probably because I’m a big Tim Burton fan. He makes amazing work. I really hope to go to a horror movie on Halloween, I’ve never done that, I think it might be fun. Then again, you cannot beat trick or treating. I love candy, especially Reces pieces and gummy hamburgers! You can’t forget the haunted houses either. Personally I like being scared; it’s kind of a little rush for me. That did not sound healthy. Anyways it’s definitely my favorite part of the season.
I also really like Thanksgiving. Not because I get to see all my family, but because of all the food. It’s really nice to get a hot, homemade meal. I also like making new things with all the left overs. These are all reasons why I love the season of Autumn.
9/27-10/1
There is this place called Moffat. It’s in Colorado in the St. Luis valley. I love it there everything is so artsy and real. The people there won’t try to kid you on or anything. Everything is so real. Its next to a place called Crestone. This may sound weird but everything there just seems so enlightening. It’s a very light and bouncy feeling everything is always sunny, it’s almost spiritual. I can barely tell you exactly how I feel about this place. It kind of makes you feel like everything is going to be alright.
It’s a very small area because most of it is cattle land and dirt roads. It’s very interesting because I haven’t seen that many religions in one place. It’s funny because everyone waves when you pass by, everyone is always smiling. It’s just a very light and sunny place. I also really like it because everyone is mellow.
It probably has the smallest school I have ever seen too. There are about 10 seniors graduating this year. One of them is my step sister Katharine (Kat for short). Pretty much everyone gets money for collage there too because the classes only have two or three people, so the students get more help, and end up learning more. So maybe if I had decided to start going there I can get scholarships and money for college. It seems like a good idea to me.
My step grandma is really good artist and (like all grandmas) makes amazing food. Everything she makes is homemade, especially her breads. My grandma makes dummies out of clay and is a very good teacher for drawing and painting. To be honest I really don’t like to learn art stuff from anyone else now. She really seems to get me about that stuff. Plus she’s kinda crazy, but so is pretty much everyone else in Moffat, and that’s what I like.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
9/27-10/1
My Interview with Nate Zobreast
Caitlin: What is your favorite color?
Nate: Blue.
Caitlin: Why?
Nate: I don’t know it’s just a great color.
Caitlin: What kind of music do you listen to?
Nate: I like to listen to a lot of classic rock.
Caitlin: Who are your favorite artists?
Nate: I’ll have to go with Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and The Beatles.
Caitlin: Do you work?
Nate: I do actually, I work at McDonalds.
Caitlin: What would you like to do later in your life?
Nate: I would like to go to college, and have a nice family.
Caitlin: What do you want to do?
Nate: I think I maybe want to become a teacher or a lawyer.
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