alright,
so hoping this sunday morning finds you all well…
“good girls revolt” by povich – great example of a misidentified book – it’s found in the “business” section of the north shelby library – but it’s a story of the women who sued newsweek for sexism in the 1970s – so it’s really non-fiction – if anything, historical – not “business” at all – particularly when those books are 90 percent of the team targed to white guys who rule companies – of course, this book is written in part to change that – 40 years later, and still not much changed…
“the symptoms of my insanity” by raf – another misidentified book – it was under “children’s fiction” – i’d definitely go “teens and YA” – and probably go “YA” all the way to upper high school – but that said, it’s a great, positive book for upper high school girls – the voice of the main character is true – and her doubts and insecurities are what i would guess girls that age go through – the hazing part the guys go through is definitely true – and, as an added bonus, the musical “oklahoma” was performed!!! 🙂
happy reading – i’m ticked at billy right now b/c he hasn’t reported on our fantasy baseball teams – if he makes us late to post our teams, he’ll never pass my class… 🙂
maf
1st to blog:)
First!
YES!!!! First to blog!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
First post!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Ok Mr.Mayfield. I had a REALLY LONG/GOOD BLOG, BUT MY LAPTOP’S BATTERY DIED AND I LOST ALL I HAD TYPED!!!!! So I think I will just try to redo this. The sad thing was that I was just reaching the 20 min. mark. Oh well, I guess I’ll just save my tears for the pillow…
Well I am going to start out my blog with a creative poem (it will inly be half of my blog)
Hello
Hello, my name is Peter.
I travel from city to city,
day by day.
I travel with twelve men-
thirteen counting me.
I am in a group of twelve,
we are commonly called disciples.
The thirteenth man, you may ask, who is he?
Well friend, allow me to explain.
He heals the blind, raises the dead.
Walks on water, cures diseases.
Turns water to wine, heals the lame.
This is who he is. Now you want to know his
name do you? My friend, his name is
The Messiah, Jesus of Nazereth.
Alright now for the second half of my blog.
I have decided to rea “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea” by: Jules Verne. So far, Verne has been recounting sightings of a huge object. Some think that it is a huge animal such as a squid, or a “Moby Dick”. One report is as follows. Once a ship was struck while sailing, and nobody knew what is was that had struck it. Further inspection occured while the ship was ashore. They noticed that the hole was in the shape of a perfect triangle. With this in mind, observers could now easily rule out a squid or anything natural or living. Signs pointed to something man-made striking the vessel. Well at this point, I’ve come to think that this object is a submarine. Not to sound totally dumb now, but there is a picture of a sub on the front of the book, and you briefly filled us in on the plot of the book last week so I believe I already had an idea going into reading the book.HOWEVER, these things reinforced my thought, so I still had an idea of my own.
Well, that’s 20 min. now to go watch the Bible-I’M SO EXCITED!!!
Maybe im the first to blog. Probably not. But if so. MWAH HA HA HA HA KEATON YOU WERE WRONG!! BILLY WASNT FIRST!!
No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wasn’t first!!!!!!!!
so i can’t do the happy stuff at the beginning of my blogs, but i can talk about my book now.
actually, i read 2 books this week. i read a little bit of “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”, in particular, i read about “The Walrus and the Carpenter”. i can even recite a bit of it.
but that’ll have to wait……i gotta go to first period! 🙂
im reading looking for JJ
at school alice was getting ready to leave because today was the last day. as she left the classroom she noticed a picture hanging up on the bulletin board across the hall. at the top it read: MISSING GIRL and at the bottom it said that the parents were distraught and that if any one had any inforormation on the girl there would be a reward. it was the picture of JJ. the person she used to be. you could no longer see the resemblence of her in the picture. she had her hair cut into a bob. she had lost a lot of weigt also. but she stilled had the same shape eyes, same shaped lips , and she still had the very pale skin. beside the sign was a card that had a mans name with the words private investigator written underneath. he was the man that was looking for JJ.
Why can’t the people who blog first try to actually do it on the day the blog is meant for………….MONDAY!!!!!!!!!!
Easter
A time to spend with your family
A time to celebrate
A time to rejoice
A time to hunt easter eggs
A time to eat candy
A time to pray
A time to study your bible
A time to Thank God
A time to live
A time to realize that God loves you
A time to realize Jesus loves you
A time to…………………………………….
Why can’t the people who blog first try to actually do it on the day the blog is meant for………….MONDAY!!!!!!!!!!
Easter
A time to spend with your family
A time to celebrate
A time to rejoice
A time to hunt easter eggs
A time to eat candy
A time to pray
A time to study your bible
A time to Thank God
A time to live
A time to realize that God loves you
A time to realize Jesus loves you
A time to let God live through you
Why can’t the people who blog first try to actually do it on the day the blog is meant for………….MONDAY!!!!!!!!!!
What Easter is really about
A time to spend with your family
A time to celebrate
A time to rejoice
A time to hunt easter eggs
A time to eat candy
A time to pray
A time to study your bible
A time to Thank God
A time to live
A time to realize that God loves you
A time to realize Jesus loves you
A time to let God live through you
Is my name backwards or forwards? The world may never know…
AND SHELBY IS RIGHT U STALKERS NEED TO BLOG ON MONDAY LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE!?!
(Nah…our class will never be able to reach the ‘normal’ mark ; D )
Anyways, I actually have been reading a lot lately (I found a book that I actually like. Hasn’t happened in a while!!!) so, I guess I should do homework now? 🙂
I am reading “the lost hero” by Rick Riordan. At first, the book is a little slow, but after about 20 something pages it gets good. I’ve blogged about this book before, so I will pick up where I left off. (Sorry, bear with me!!!) Leo’s metal dragon crashed out of nowhere on their way to Chicago, and they fell onto a warehouse. Jason tried to slow their fall, but his weak flying skills couldn’t hold both Piper, Leo, and he. They crashed onto a metal warehouse, and Piper didn’t know how they survived the fall. But a casualty of the fall was that Leo’s dragon was nowhere to be seen, and on top of that, Piper broke her ankle. On the side of the warehouse, there was a logo saying ‘Monocole Motors’ on it. It looked suspicious to Piper, mostly because the emblem for the company was one big, red eye.
Ok, that’s all for tonight!!
okay, so, where was i? oh, yeah, i was saying how i could recite “The Walrus and the Carpenter” in the “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” book.
so, i will now. 🙂
“‘O, Oysters, come and join us!’ the Walrus did beseech,
‘A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk along the briny beach.'”
i can also recite a different part, farther in the poem.
“‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said, ‘to talk of many things-
of ships-and shoes-and sealing wax-of cabbages and kings-
why the sea is boiling hot-
and whether pigs have wings.'”
Lewis Carroll really makes you think. 🙂
i think that’s why he even wrote “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”, so the reader’s brain could have a snack; to think about what all is said, like why animals run a court in Wonderland, and why the baby was a pig.
i’ve always wondered myself why pigs don’t have wings; one of life’s great mysteries. maybe God just intended for them to lumber around on earth and gain weight so we can gain protein-and bacon….yum. 🙂
of course, we always have ham. 🙂
now, i will begin my creative (i love doing creatives!).
“Rest”
The priest,
grim faced,
says his tribute,
we all agree with it.
A great loss, he says.
Honorable, my father adds grayly.
Deep down,
She is unsettled.
I feel unsettled.
The hearse arrives.
I look out the tinted windows
of the chapel.
I realize,
they are not as bright,
as when a life comes.
Even the gray Jesus statue,
poised into a graceful stance,
arms open wide,
looks sad,
as if he cannot do anything about it.
But yet,
he can.
Why is he sad?
The unsettled feeling lingers around me,
and lands on my tense, pale skin.
Pain dances joyfully around me.
Bittersweet happiness and sorrow
lasts only for the week.
I bite down my tongue
as the coffin sits perched
on the altar,
like death itself,
perched like a deadly tiger
in the branches of life.
I breathe in cold air.
I breathe out cold air.
The bell rings,
and the dirge begins.
We all march,
swift and rhythmic,
like a sweet bible hymn.
Sorrow ringing in the air forms a beat.
But we all feel like the undead,
unrested,
and pale.
Afraid,
and stirred.
Haggled,
and lost.
No brain.
We arrive back, and the funeral begins.
The coffin is lifted slowly
and set inside the tomb.
The slick gray granite headstone reads:
R.I.P.
Christopher David Stoves
of Georgia
October 2, 1969 – November 25, 2004
Yet while this all happens,
I do not remember any of it.
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i’d really like to dedicate this to my Uncle David, who was a bright, funny man; my dad’s older brother. he died of cancer. 🙁
i’ll do another one for “Honey” Peepaw, my mom’s father and my other grandfather, next week. he died when i was little also.
anyway, is that 20 minutes? well, i guess so….. i started around 4:30, and it’s 5:06 right now, so……..yeah, it’s been WWWAAAAAYYYY longer than 20 minutes……….well, bye!! i’ll check in w/ the blogs next week, or perhaps later this week. 🙂
hey, late bloggers, cut the complaining – you want in on sunday, the floor’s open… haters… 🙂
a poem to the haters:)
haters are like dinosaurs
fred rules them all
until he’s eaten by the stalker
in the trees
true story…
okay i totally agree with Shelby. I am WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY to lazy to blog on Sunday, let me just say. 🙂
My blog today is about….(your supposed to be doing a drum roll) (at least i think that’s how you spell it)………….GOING TO MY BROTHER’S BASEBALL GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Watching him hit the ball.
Sometimes he gets a homerun.
In that case I scream my head.
Eatin french fries.
Rainy, Cold, and Hot weather won’t stop me from going. (sometimes)
He plays shortstop, so he catches some fly balls.
I scream then too.
I love watching my little brother play baseball.
____________________________________________
I actually wrote that because i’m about to go to one of my brother’s games so… 😛 David (my little bro) is pretty good at his favorite sport, (Which you can obviously tell that it is baseball) and it is sooooo cute when he pokes his ginormous ears out of his hat… 😀
-if you really want to know what my name is, just read it up there, duh! 😛
by the way, anna…………you were saying earlier in science that you WERE normal after you’d freaked Mrs. Jones out by saying,
“LOOK AT MY SMILEY!! IT LOOKS LIKE A THINGEY!!”
and then you squealed, and i quote, “I am normal, I am normal, I am normal, normal, normal, people!! I am normal….”
so yeah, you got that right…….we’ll NEVER reach the “normal” mark. as far as i know, we’re several kilometers BELOW the “not normal” mark. 🙂
wait umm embarrasing moment, david actually plays second base. he USE to play shortstop and he is only about to play his third game of the season…. oops 😀 😉
– if you really want to know what my name is, just read it up there duh!!!
okay i totally agree with shelby because i am WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYY to lazy to blog on sunday, let me just say. but i ain’t no hater. 😛
okay i will blog about……..(your supposed to be doin a drum roll) ( i think that is how u spell it) ………………………………. MY BROTHER’S BASEBALL GAME!!
When he hits the ball, I scream.
When he runs the bases, I cheer.
When he strikes out, I cry with him.
When his ears poke out of his hat, I LAUGH!
When his team loses, I cheer him up.
When his team wins, I celebrate with him.
When he has a baseball game, I beg to go. <3
– if you want me to type my name, sorry i am too lazy, just read it up there. 😀
Ok, so i hate blogging and im never going to blog again, April Fools. I can’t believe out of all people colt blogged first, I mean im surprised he’s been here long enough to know we compete over who blogs first.
Ok so friday i think i was on page 55 or something in pathfinder. oh gosh this is going to take forever to blog. im on page 224 now (read all that over saturday and sunday)
I’ll just give a summary of what happened (you know thats really code talk for “im going to try to make this short, but its really going to be REALLY long”)
Ok so nox got all the people to leave, and then Rigg sets off to his mothers (long way to go) he ends up letting Umbo (the older brother of the kid who fell of the water fall thing- recap) come along with him (id explain but it would take too long) turns out umbo has a power too, he can kinds like slow down time, and this is where it all hits you. Umbo, when he saw his brother falling slowed down time to try to save him. umbos power+riggs power= the paths turning into the people. they tested it out and it was true, that what happened. so sad, together really they killed him, but then……they see pictures of this wondering saint (people called riggs dad “wondering man”) and the guy looks just like the guy that kept riggs from saving the boy. and they way it happened was just they way it happened to rigg, creepy. ok so on the way umbo and rigg meet this guy, Loaf (long story) and he’s married to this girl, leaky (another long story) and they help rigg get money with one of the jewls, and rigg turns out to be real good with money because of all the stuff his father taught him. and long story short and jewl was from a crown of a prince that was supposed to be dead. so laof, rigg and umbo have been captured and are being questioned and taken to the place they are heading to (his mothers) so the people can see if he is impersonating the guy, or is he really is a prince. because the supposly dead prince’s name is Rigg (last name that is weird, but its his “moms” last name, says his dead father) so yeah.
^
thats the best way i could sum up 168 pages
bye bye peoples. i still cant believe colt was first to blog.
I still have rule over the dinosaurs, it turns out the stalker was Anna.
Since I’m here, I will do a creative. I’ve decided to share my Five Labors story with all of gifted so I will type a page of it.
The Five Labors of Gifted- Ninja Style
First block Gifted is always fighting with fifth block Gifted. They never get along. The reason is because first block is brilliant, and fifth block… has issues. Fifth block blames AnnMarie, or AnnMarue Poo. However, King Fred, also the Ninja Master, needed to meet with fifth block’s symbol of power, so he met with Queen AnnMarue, also the person who spells things wrong. (By the way, they’re not married!)
“We need to make peace between our classes,” declared Fred.
“We could give you Shelby, but then your class would chase her away,” said AnnMarue.
“Or maybe she’d run away on her own because she has to use the restroom so bad,” remarked Fred.
“True.” Silence followed.
“I have an idea. How about I send one of my ninjas to restore peace. This ninja is so small you have to be a ninja to see him moving.” It’s okay Christopher; you’ll be made fun of later. But yes, Will, I’m talking about you.
Queen AnnMarue thought it was a great idea, mainly because she could have never come up with anything better. She and Fred sealed the deal with a handshake. Will, the smallest ninja, was to make peace between first and fifth block, without the Evil Dr. Mafeld knowing of their plans.
END OF STORY, FOR NOW!
Well that’s my creative for this week. After my homework section in my blogs, I will put more of the story into it.
Fred, King of Dinosaurs, Ninja Master, (Billy, stop recruiting dead baseball players) Out!
new day, new poem (it’s april and national poetry month anyway)
Night Baseball
It comes, and I sleep, but it
gives me the jump out of bed
I need late in the year.
Did the Cubs win? Probably not,
probably not, and yet…
YES!!! They did – over
Pittsburgh – poor Pirates
with their yellow bridge
and freezing fans – they
lost to the Cubs.
But did the Sox win? Oh my,
and over the Yankees – one
dreams of such days, but
the Yankees? Wow…
And how about the other Sox?
(my favorites are many
and often conflict – well,
actually, they’re all typically
bad which is how I developed so
many – they’re never facing
off in the postseason)
This is turning out be a great
morning recap of Night Baseball
for the Sox (White) beat the
Royals – Royals who spent
all offseason focused on
“winning now” – someone should
tell them “now” has started.
And finally, the Braves…
I turned on the radio for first
pitch and the first inning,
but Night Baseball runs too long
past my bedtime – so Atlanta’s
game was the late one I waited for,
waited for, waited for, and
finally saw on the crawl
7-5 – a win.
Great day, great night of Night
Baseball – let the season
die 161 games early and leave
me happy.
😀 hey
I am doing a creative poem.
HOWEVER, MY TEAM WON 8 TO 0 LAST NIGHT IN OUR BASEBALL GAME!!!
as the apple fell from the tree,
young Gerald shouted with glee,
“this poem in which I am the main character shall have no more rhyming words,”
just then,
Gerald was punched in the face,
HaHaHaHaHa,
fist to the face!
however,
at that moment,
I was crushed by a large foot,
which was then eaten by a tiger,
which was then run over by a car,
which was then blown up,
which was then covered up by the government as a completelly belivable story of how obvious it was that all that mayhem was a result of an apple hitting the ground.
THIS STATEMENT WILL BE READ BY EVERYONE BECAUSE IT IS CAPITALIZED
So what’s up people?? You’re welcome for getting yall the chance to eat animal crackers. OK, Maf you can even ask Bailey. With everything that happened today, I really didn’t have time to read anything worth typing about. (Or anything long enough to talk about really.) I’m just going to have to type a poem. Sorry people. Because I KNOW you’re going to miss my super long blogs about books that you’re never going to read later anyway, or even read the blogs at all.
OH AND FRED (I’m putting this in all caps to get attention and so he will see it) I LIKED THE BEGINNING OF YOUR 5 LABORS
Here’s the poem for today:
Every guy only has one thought in their mind,
“Oh she’s hot, I’ll ask her out.”
They will skip from one person right to the other,
once they figure the one person isn’t as appealing as the other.
“O I love you.”
“Wait, no I don’t, I love her.”
“I’m so sorry I hurt you, I always loved you.”
“No, no, no I didn’t I never liked you, I liked her the whole time.”
“I made the worst decision of my life, I’m not losing you again, I love you.”
“Well it’s your loss, I loved her all along anyway, hey will you ask her out for me.”
Some guys don’t get how much damage they can do,
that girls have feelings,
and that they have been messed with so many times that it’s not even funny.
SOME guys don’t get, that afterwards you won’t ALWAYS be friends,
sometimes you don’t even talk anymore.
That afterwards she’s not going to answer your texts the same way she used to.
Inside shes already killed you 7 times.
Outside she’s just holding in the anger.
But one day it’s all going to come out at once,
and you AREN’T going to like her choice words.
^
Not all guys are stupid. But one is. (Some will know who I’m talking about.)
Bye
YAY!!! peopl agreed with me and to agree with me you MUST have had to READ MY BLOG!!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Why
why am I like this
Why do I feel this way
Why does no one love me
Why do I hurt people
Why do people hit me
Why can’t I be happy
Why do I need to live any more
Why do people tell me ,” Just drop dead your wasting oxygen”
Why am I agreeing with them
Why do I have little faith in myself
Why can’t I look in the mirror with out turning away
Why ………..just…….. why
Why am I hated among every one
Why do I feel they want to hurt me emotionaly and physically
Why is this happening to me
What have I done so wrong
Hello my name is Moo the cow. I am tired of annabacon so I am now Moo.
Tuesday:
Jason left the warehouse to go look for Leo, leaving Piper alone. Less than 5 minutes later, she heard Jason’s voice from outside the warehouse saying her name over and over. She looked up and saw one big red eye just like the warehouse’s one, but this one was…well, kind of attached to a body. A Cyclops’ body!
LATER…
Leo was walking around the portapotties looking for Festus. All of a sudden, the dirtwoman’s face rose out of the portapotty poop. (Good for her!!!) She said something about trying to kill Leo and his friends and stuff, and so on and so forth.
Soooo Leo goes into the warehouse looking for Jason and Piper, and he sees them both
hung up in chains, from the ceiling.
I was going to go ahead and do Wednesday’s homework, but I am not now because I HAVE A LIFE AND DON’T BLOG 24/7. YEAH, BUDDY!
(I never say yeah, buddy why did I put that?)
-MOOOOOOO
Hey guys, I can’t read today (I know it looks bad) but I’ll read tomorrow and blog for ten minutes and be done for the week.
Fred, King of Dinosaurs, Ninja Master, For once I liked one of AnnMarie’s poems, don’t worry I’m not the stupid guy in her poem, Out!
Well i was texting fred and he had a “Fred moment”, yep they are real
Monday- I am reading The Ranger’s Apprentice by John Flanagan. Will and Horace aren’t fighting anymore but Horace is still getting bullied at battleschool. The three second year bullies are mad at him and Will for making it look like a little boy saved a brave knight. They beat up Horace and when they leave, he hears them say that they are going to do the same to his friend, Will. Horace remembers his promise to help Will whenever he needs it so he follows them, as hard as it is. They attack Will in the same way that they attacked Horace, although not as successfully. When they approached him, he backed up. He dodged the first swing at him with the huge cane poles but the second one hit him. Then he dodged the burlap bag but got hit a few more times.
Tuesday- That’s when Horace came and started to help. the bullies still overpowered them because they were beat up, outnumbered, and smaller. Halt came up and scared the bullies. He shot their cane poles out of their hands and said that one on three wasn’t fair so he made them face Horace one at a time. Horace was a natural swordsman and easily beat all of them. halt told him to hit them even if they were on the ground. The bullies got expelled and Horace was a better student. The next day Will and Halt went to the annual Ranger Gathering. on the way there is an unofficial contest where the former apprentices try to ambush their old teachers. Will sees Halt’s old apprentice coming and he thinks that he has succeeded at ambushing Halt. Then Halt reminds him that he has a new apprentice and the old one, Gilan, runs. from a tree will shoots a tree near Gilan and scares him.
Trent
last week my blog didnt come up so i did another one and it was kinda weird when i wuz readin other blogs and poof there are 2 of mine. weird.
i think i’ll do a what am i blog 😉
What am I?
I’ll help you get through a door or gate.
I am metal.
Not one of me is alike.
I am on a map.
I am on an organ and a piano.
I am on a computer.
I am small.
I am on a metal ring.
(okay, now it is obvious)
I am a KEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😛 😀 🙂 😉 :0
Yeah, I just spent a million hours trying to find the zero key. Im so stupid.
-read my other blogs if u want 2 know what this normally says 😉
ok i have 2 fix it. :O
crap 😮
k, another april day, another april poem…
“A Little Glove”
By Mafeld
Oh, you gods…
If I have any say
in the matter…
Take everything else away
but leave me a little glove,
like the one I used as a kid,
carried through Little League,
wore until my hand almost
fit its finger tips – yes,
a little glove that reminds me
of catch with dad,
long (forever) summer days
Cubs baseball and my
grandfather and memories
frozen in time because
time stood still those days.
Give me my little glove
and I’ll make everything else
you don’t give well up within me
for love comes to those with
memories in a little glove.
First time in months! Gunna be serious.
So I’ve ben reading some Shakespeare and thought you guys might like a dark and mysterious peom in this tooo happy month writen by none other than Shakespeare himself.
What is thy body but a swallowing grave,
Seeming to bury that prosterity
Which by the right of time thou needs must have,
If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?
If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,
Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.
I think we should all read more Shakespeare. His writing is very interesting. 🙂
By the way, HI DR. MAF!!! 😛
Hello my peeps! Ninja Master is here blogging about what he read! I know, usually I’m too busy tending to dinosaurs or lecturing ways of the ninjas to my ninja pupils.
Anyway, this blog is going to be very special because as promised, I’m going to do my homework section of the blog and then give more of my story to you guys.
Of course, I’m reading Inheritance, and I’m ashamed of myself for not being done with it already. When I started it, I expected myself to be done with it two weeks ago, and well, it’s been three weeks.
Anyway, Roran had an intruder in his tent, and they had a fist fight, but the intruder was using his dagger, and in the end Roran had to use his to stab the intruder in the chest to kill him. The fight left Roran with a huge gash across his chest, which had to be healed by the magician Carn. One of the Varden’s servants, a boy about ten years old, was killed by the intruder, which made Roran feel responsible for the boy’s death. Roran orders his men to see if any more assassins are in the campsite, and Roran tells Carn to sleep so his energy would be restored in the morning.
That was my homework section of the blog, and now here’s the story part you guys had to find, so to make it easier: THE STORY IS RIGHT HERE!
“I will send him immediately,” said King Fred. “Farewell, AnnMarue Poo.” Fred left AnnMarue standing alone, who bore a scowl, oh wait, no she didn’t, she gave herself that name.
That afternoon Will showed up in fifth block of Mafeld. Ten minutes later, when the class was finished with the poem, he thought, Man these kids are dumb.
At the end of the day Will had no idea how to restore peace between the sixth grade classes.
“It’s hopeless!” Will told Fred. “There’s this kid named Carden, and he thinks the bird is a waffle!”
“You don’t here that everyday,” Fred replied. Then he added, “Did Dr. Mafeld see you?”
“No, but no one’s seen Anna Carden lately, and the rumor is that she’s in Dr. Mafeld’s dungeon.”
“Yes! No more stupid bacon poems! Wait, Dr. Mafeld has a dungeon?”
“Yes,” Will replied, “that’s were Odel and Sam disappeared to.”
“Really? I’ll have to see if this rumor is true. Anyway, think of a solution, and do it fast.”
That night Will figured out how to make the peace. He would move Evan to fifth, Andrew to first, Saul to fifth, Janie to first, oh wait, a typo there, Kaleigh to fifth, sorry Kaleigh, your unicorns are out of here! Or are they allicorns? And finally Christopher to fifth, so he wouldn’t be lonely with the tall kids. AnnMarue could probably show him where to blog too, since she’s putting depressing poems on the blog all the time. See, your time finally came Christopher!
THIS ENDS THE STORY, FOR NOW!
Hope you guys liked the next fragment of my Five Labors of Gifted story! The next fragment will probably come tomorrow, and that’s 20 minutes of blogging!
Fred, King of Dinosaurs, Ninja Master, best story writer ever, Out!
Alright so this week has been one of the worst weeks of my life.
Having emotions isn’t cool.
Sometimes I wish that I was a robot that couldn’t feel things because I think that would make things a lot easier.
Also I am still reading The Sun Also Rises. I was planning on finishing it this weekend but that didn’t work out like I was hoping it would.
Because a bunch of wonderful awful stuff happened.
SOOOOOO ANYWAY
I am one chapter ahead of where I was last time.
Jake and Brett have an extremely complicated relationship because she says she loves Jake but at the same time she is planning on marrying another man and and she brings other men with her when she is going to Jake’s place.
Then when Jake asked her if she would run away with him because they could go away and get married she said she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life with him even though he was her one true love.
I think Jake can do better because Jake is much cooler than Lady Brett.
Brett is the type of person that most middle school girls like me wouldn’t like.
So Brett tells Jake that she is leaving to go to England with this Count guy.
So Jake is sad that he will be away from her and she probably doesn’t even care because she is a selfish jerk.
Alright.
That is all
-Julie
Well Fred how do you know you aren’t the stupid guy in the poem?? (Don’t worry you’re not) OK, so I was slightly mad today, but I’m good now. And I am making sure that this blog is mess-up-less. (Or almost) Oh and Maf I have a hint for you, (You wont get it till you read my journals from class) one of them blogs (occasionally) and the other one doesn’t. I am blogging while dancing and eating “Waffle Pretzles”, yep, that’s what the bag says. I’m awesome like that. OK, I figured out today that the book I am reading at one point in time was a bob book for the highschool.
I am on page 274 in “Pathfinder” now and it is awesome. The only thing that makes me slightly sad is that since I had read so much over the weekend that when I had to tell you about it I couldn’t go into that much detail so some of the stuff I tell you about today won’t make that much since. So I will have to explain some stuff.
I ended at page 224 didn’t I?? Yep, that’s right, I just checked.
OK, so Loaf and Umbo jumped off the boat, and Rigg doesn’t figure out till later. Umbo and Loaf would have told him they were jumping off but they couldn’t because Rigg was in a room being questioned. They only jumped off because, ya know how Rigg and Umbo had found out somehow together they could go back in time. Well future Umbo had came back and told them to do multiple things (to change the future) so Umbo had to stay to do those messages, so they happened I guess (idk in time travel and things sometimes it gets really confusing, like now) and Loaf had to stay to get the rest of the jewels because one of the things future Umbo told them to do was have Loaf go and hide the jewels (Rigg made Umbo made sure that they didn’t know where they were) and Loaf was the only one who knew where they were. Rigg only figured out they jumped off because he heard a lot of screaming on deck then he pretty much caught on from there. Then Umbo and Loaf went back to Loaf’s stop place (where they met him) and Umbo tried to learn how to time travel by himself, because it was him who came back from the future not Rigg, and right now Rigg was the only one who could travel, and only with Umbo’s help. And then later on somehow Umbo gives Loaf and Leaky a message. But it’s not even one he meant to send, and he has no idea how he did it. To him it came as a dream, and he held their hands. To them all they saw was him, holding their hands (like they felt it) but none of them knew how he did it. And they didn’t get it until the day after. So he traveled into the future instead of the past. He’ll figure it out at some point though I know. Because this book is too long for the rest of it for him not to learn how to travel back in time. That’s how I know in some places that the person TOTALLY isn’t going to die, because the books is too long from that point for them to die and not continue their journey.
Alrighty that’s it for now, I think I did pretty well on the no mess-ups thing.
Peace out homies. (Or as some people have heard me say commonly “We be good homies”)
Hello, I feel the need to make my blogs seem longer by typing completely mindless intros and outros, but really, I did read a lot of the book Ctaching Fire.
So far, katniss has made things worse in district eleven. She witnessed an old man get shot by peacekeepers. then she continued on to the different districts trying to convince everyone she was really in love with peeta. She obviously did good. Then she returned home only to find out that there had been an uprising in district eight. Then she met with gale in the woods. They were all mushy gushy lovey, then they were fighting, katniss returned home only to find out that gale was getting whipped
Ello Mates! Today I will be doing a 20 min blog because I will not be here Friday. So I will write a poem about Great Britian! (Say this whole blog in a British voice)
“Great Britain”
I tell you fine sir, of a story.
I tell you of that perfect spot of tea,
You think you could call me a fool!
I told you to venture on, you disobeyed.
You returned with a man.
He was an old man.
A man with a face of iron, and guts of steel.
You told me his story, the story of Night.
The man fled from your grasp, into the streets of Britain.
I sat upon my throne. Thinking of the man.
You fled from my stronghold. From my nation.
You fled to freedom.
Today I sit there upon my silver throne.
Looking upon my vast knowledge of you.
You sit in my looking glass, venturing on.
Wait the story is not done yet!!!!!
Great Britain continued…
You have found a forest.
A forest of fright and darkness.
Many have yet to return.
You battle, the impossible you dare battle my monsters.
You won I send more.
You soon come begging upon my throne, you come begging to me,
A serpent.
A bright light scorches through my dark castle.
“Ha! You may have already defeated me but I will cause death, God!”
The man below me screamed to me… A scream that melts my heart of stone.
“Satan” He whispered to me.
I feel I needed to share this.
Afternoon Walk
I took a walk this afternoon, from my house
to a small picnic table behind the Board of Education,
which happens to be my neighbor.
I sat for a while, pondering, cutting off my phone
and getting the isolation that I’ve needed for a long while.
The bench is wet, and I shivered from the chilly air,
I look up at the sky, getting drizzled with rain,
and then I look to the left, at a tree branch, which has a silver
jeweled necklace hanging on a thin twig.
My mom comes home from work, and she sees me sitting,
all alone in the rain.
“Are you okay?” she asks from the driveway, a good hundred feet away.
“Yes,” I reply, not sure if I was lying or telling the truth.
She nods, and walks into the house.
I stay, and a few minutes later, I get up and continue my walk back,
and decided to write this poem.
I am on the tenth book of cirque du freak the lake of souls.in the beginning of the book Darren travels back to the cirque and he meets up with his old friend Evra Von.he still feels sad about mr.cresplys death in the spike when he fell.he is about to travel to the vampire mountain to ask if he could recruit humans to fight the vampets.but while he is out there he meets mr tiny …
Waz up? I will have to give you the other half of my journals tommorow maf (I did them on paper). So, I will do a ten minute poem.
Fantasy Baseball
C’mon, don’t pick him.
He would be a key essential!
C’mon, don’t pick him.
Oh great, I can relax now-
he picked a dead player-by
the way, I was not about to tell
him Gherig was dead.
Yes, I picked him.
I no loinger have to worry.
The veins that were popping
out of my forehead could now
settle. I could wipe the sweat
from my face.
Who’s next, ah.
He’s a quality player.
Well, I didn’t even worry.
The wacko before me picked
the Babe-I hope he doesn’t fall on
his way down to the field.
Who did he pick next?
Oh no, he picked Mantle.
Man, I would be suprised if he-
woah he did; he picked Shakespeare!
Well, I’ll let him suffer-he did it to
himself.
Well, my biggest challenge are the
Fighting Dinos…
rainy april day… rainy april poem (i guess, metaphorical rain – whatever that means…)
“Yours” by Mafeld
When you know it’s coming faster than life,
what are the Cubs without a first loss?
When you rush home from work for the final,
what is your team without early hope?
When you cheer for evil to be defeated,
what can another Yankees’ loss add?
When your offense is as anemic as Notre Dame’s,
what year will it be when Miami scores?
When there’s an 80 percent drop in attendance,
what other day can it be but Day 2?
These conditions, questions, reflections
all reset with the new day.
I will do a 15 minute blog from Hawkins class on how the world will end.. So I walk out of my front door and see a brick that is cracked and leaning so as I was looking I told anna that if that brick fell then the neighbors house would fall after that house fell then there would be an earthquake once the earth quake came it would make my house fall then after that the farm shop would fall causing a tsunami and as the tsunami got onto land it transforms into a Komodo dragon and then eats my Mimi’s house after it eats my Mimi’s house the world runs out of hairspray and if we run out of hairspray then the president will go on a rampage because there isn’t anything to make his hair stay in place so he will team up with the Komodo dragon who wiped out all of Alabama because we are poor and disabled. (that wasnt one sentace i just didnt breath when i said that) so afterthat Obama buys a nuclear bomb from Iran and explodes the us because the hairspray is gone. After they do that Santa clause comes riding out on his sled with a sideways hat and kills Obama who just bombed USA. Then Santa just explodes everything since santa is awesome like that.
all i wanted to say was in my name, soo…bye