"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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

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

         Ever since I was eleven years old I have always had a favorite band. That band is Green Day. It all started when I heard their song “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” on the radio while doing my homework. Ever since then, it has been a constant love affair that hasn’t ended since the summer of 2005. I find that their music has touches me in a way that no other band has or ever will.  I especially love the album “Nimrod”. I find that it is the only CD in which I love every one of their songs. So it’s no wonder my favorite song by them just happens to be on that CD. The song is called “Scattered”, I’m not exactly sure what it means but it touches my heart every time I hear it. I suppose it reminds me of all the memories I have had over my life span, the good and the bad. And I’m alright with that, I find its good to be aware with what is going on with your life. What I find is really funny with Green Day, is the fact that I have pretty much got my immediate family into them. My Mom, Dad and brother have all become Green Day fans since I have introduced them, most of all, my Dad. A lot of their songs from their newest CD “21^st Century Breakdown” has a lot of deep meaning to him. Since my Mom has recently become super religious, she wanted to steer away from Green Day because of some of the language that is in it. None the less, I still love this band and I don’t think I will ever betray my love for them. Especially for the

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.