“long road to boston” – this one came in maybe the day after the attack – a fiction book from 1988 – weave of the 1978 (fictional) boston marathon and the story of why the guy that finished high (again, fiction – he didn’t exist) was an unknown competiting against bill rodgers – the best part was about the race – just a great glimpse of what that race was like back then – i could’ve done w/o other things in there – particularly with how quickly the guy got over his dead wife…
“off-balance” what do you do when you’re a gold medalist at 14??? i think i have eighth graders near that age – anyway, this gymnast, now 30-plus, had gold at 14 – and had adults that made her life awful – so rather than the tale of a self-destructive teen (although she did become this later), it’s a story of how adults can mess up youth sports so very often – and the way olympic teams are picked in gymnastics defies logic – except that we do it through centralized, undemocratic control (there would be a rebellion in track and field and swimming if teams were chosen based on one family’s control – grrr…)
by my watch, maybe two weeks left of journals – make them count
mafeld
First!!!!!!
FIRST!!!!!
Haha I was first.
I’m going to go ahead and be the overachiever and blog on Sunday. I know I know, unnatural, but it’s okay, I’m a King, and kings are supposed to blog when they wish.
It’s been a great day, because I’ve finally been reading again and will finish Inheritance this weekend.
Let me begin with the siege of Dras Leona, which was a success, with lots of predictable drama, with Eragon and Ayra being trapped in a dungeon under the horrible cathedral where the high priest, a creature that used to be human, tortures them. Of course, Eragon and Ayra escape and kill the high priest.
While that takes place, Saphira fights Murtagh and Thorn singe handedly, and she damages the cathedral and Thorn in the process.
Eragon and Ayra open the gates from the inside of the city to let the Varden in to attack, and once that happened there was no stopping the Varden from winning. Murtagh and Thorn get angry when they realize that the battle is lost for the Empire, and eventually leave the city to the Varden.
That night, when they make camp away from the city, the Varden are attacked by surprise, and many horrible things happen. Many of the Varden’s soldiers are killed, tents destroyed, and Murtagh and Thorn kidnap Nasuada, and Eragon must lead the Varden until the end.
There’s ten minutes, and I will blog the rest on Tuesday because that’s when I give the Royalty List.
Fred- King of Dinosaurs, Birds, Sea Anemones, Armadillos, Snakes, Stick People, and Ninja Master- Out!
I’m first to be third! (Man, that was cheesy!!!)
●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●
POLKA DOTS!!!
I have now been defeated by the Ninja Master. At least it was not the Queen of Waffles. 🙁 Oh well. Queen of Bunnies and Second Ninja in Comman, Out!
THIRD!!!!! 🙂
ok i am gonna blog to get it done for today.
I am reading this book about a girl who walks dogs. Her friend Charlotte told her that when she was walking Mr. fluffykinz, she saw something white whizzing toward her. The mysterious white object hit Mr. Fluffykinz. Turns out, Mr. Fluffykinz was egged!!! Charlotte wanted her best friend to find out who had the nerve to egg her precious Mr. Fluffykinz! So Abigail, (Charlottes best friend, and the main character) goes to her first client’s house. She is shocked to find that Bean, the dog, ALMOST got egged also! So after Abigail walked her last client, she got on the case. She let her crush come too.
c u latr
This blog is going to have to be a short blog and it is going to be a poem.
Step back from behind that curtain
Take those chances you never got a chance to take
Live life to its fullest
Don’t stop to smell the roses go for what is ahead
If it doesn’t work out you can go back and smell them
Don’t look back it will only slow you down
Once you reach your place then you can look back
It all works out in the end
Always keep ypu friends close but your enimes closer
Know if you have any true friends
Don’t let any of your personal secrets out to anyon you don’t trust with them
If you doubt them then you are probably right
Take risk but not stupid ones
Heyo everyone, just got done from shooting some hoops. So, yeah, congrats to the 6th grade math team for 4th place (invisible applause to all of you!)
Ok so here is a poem…
So they caught him.
I have heard.
This terror, is now put to rest with the many others.
No more screams down the streets.
No more hiding in the cramped space of home.
Few may have died, but this has put the whole nation on trial.
What were his motives?
What made him do this?
People say.
Many of them don’t know why.
But some of us do.
It was because we ate the forbidden fruit.
Hi. I just typed a really long blog and it JUST GOT ERASED! I am NOT happy. I don’t want to re type it so I’ll just say this: I am going to write a poem in pros because I have to go help my mom with dinner, which os burgers and mac and cheese. Yum
My poem:
Friends betray each other more than you think. Like when a female black widow spider eats her spouse after mating, they just don’t expect it. It comes at random, out of the blue. You might not see it but we criss cross over each other lots of times. Study shows that when you love someone your loves blinds you from their flaws, that’s why you don;t notice them hurting you a lot. I like friends are like that to a certain extent, you don’t notice them betraying you, or you just forgive them too easily. I guess. It just happens.
Ok, bye. Im really mad because my whole blog just got erased!!c 🙁
Commercials
Stupid, takes up to much time
Don’t let you remember what you just saw.
Makes you hungry, mad sleepy.
But they do give you time to do,
Monday nights journals =P
Heyyy. The Queen of Bunnies would like to give a special shoutout to all the Math Team peps. I’m going to name all the peps in Mayfield that I know on math team: Billy, Amanda, and Caleb!!!!! Congrates to y’all. I heard y’all were amazing. I might be on the math team next year (yay). Okay I’m gonna spend this moment to tell what I am reading because my somewhat creative side has just left me at this moment. All my bunnies are ignoring me….:(
Now I have just thought of something. Note I am blogging from my phone, listening to music: why is the orange (fruit) the color orange? I mean they don’t call an apple red or a lemon yellow. What in the world???????????? Okay. Bloggie time!!!!!!!
I’m still reading specials (grrrrr) and tally and shay sent zane and many other crims off to find the new smokes so it could be taken down and everything would be okay. On the way, tally ran into andrew simpson smith (a dude from a reservation) and he told tally that he excaped by creating a giant forest fire. He was able to excape and he gave tally a tracking device so that she can get to the new smokes. Tally shows the tracker to shay and shay wants to leave everyone behind and go on to the smokes. Tally starts to get all mad because she doesn’t want to leave zane and shay almost kills her. Then shay leaves tally and goes by herslf to find the new smokes while tally is now all alone.
I am a Pheonix, a Pheonix king, I will rise from the ashes of defeat. I once was a ghoul, a ghost but now more. I shall tell you this, think with your heads and with whatever power is in the famous “the Bird is a Waffle” quote. So the bird might be a waffle but the Pheonix will replace the raven/waffle eventually. Now you might have heard of dragons but have you heard of Drakons, if not look it up in “The Last Olympian” spoiler alert the reason Rachel can write in Greek is because she’s going to become the new camp
this looks like a good place to reply – certainly not upon anything that julie wrote – not that she writes anymore but once a week…
“Earth Day Menu”
by Mayfield
Earth Day – as a
die-hard vegan,
I screamed –
bloody murder!
when the lunch lady
dropped
BUFFALO nuggets
on my tray.
I launched the
nuggets at her –
certain she knew
I knew
that it wasn’t
her fault
(the nuggets)
just a system
I must fight.
The nuggets flew out
the door
(she ducked) –
they found good soil
and produced a
bountiful crop of
buffalo trees
the following year.
Rather, I wish
they had…
Instead, they sit
there to this day –
rock hard but
hardly decomposed
at all – an
Earth Day monument
to last
forever –
or at least through
my middle school days.
Book: We are sorry, no such information found…
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“Oliver Twist”
Prompt: Creative
Side Notes: Yes, I see the ducks’ land is not taken! I hereby claim Duck Land and the title of King of Ducks! (This honestly has nothing to do with Duck Dynasty, in no way, shape, or form.) Yes, Anna, I will actively fight your forces if you try to take me over. Anyone notice we have turned the blog into a kingdom simulator. Wait, that gives me an idea. I will create a game only for 1st and 5th block to simulate this. I will post this as my website by Wendsday. To anyone who doubts line 5 of my poem, look it up, many japenese people have fallen in love with dating simulators, so far as to marry them, therefore slowly lowering Japan’s population.
Creative:
Simulators-
They help you understand what people go through
They hurt your real life
They make you think you can do things you can’t do
They make you belive in things you shouldn’t belive in
They force you to think how they want you to think
They have caused real-life problems
They have torn apart 1st and 5th block to the point of rivalry
They are not good.
i am reading parentswap TM and its about this kid who’s mom ran away from home and his dad never leaves the flat b/c he is always drunk. One day David Bell (main character) finds an advertisement in his backpack for parentswap. he really wants to do it but he is afraid to. You could say that david is depressed. He says that if he were to die today, only three people that arent family would come to his funeral: Madelyn, Rick, and Mrs. Green.
he says his dad doesn’t care about him and his mom loves money more. David has a little brother : Robbie, an older sister : Kirsty and his dad : Dave. His teacher Mrs. Green is constantly sending notes home because of David’s grades. David says that sometimes he pretends to be someone else, someone cooler. In my opinion, david has a sad life. 🙁
c u latr
oh in case anyone hasn’t heard the results of the math team, here they are.
6th grade- NO PLACE
7th grade- NO PLACE
8th grade Pre-Algebra- 1ST PLACE!!!!!!! U R AWESOME!!!
8th grade Algebra1- 2ND PLACE!!!!! U R AWESOME TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok now y’all know
Fred, my brother is threatning to take over your kingdom when he gets into sixth grade. Be prepared.
Manda, 6th grade was in fourth place going into ciphering, the highest this school’s 6th grade math team has ever had, and if you doubt me, I’m on the 6th grade math team.
Okay, game uploaded. Just click on my name to play it.
Just tested. Needs some debuging.
Heyo! Congrats to Caleb for getting 2nd thingy in the Womenless Pagent!!!!
Ok so I have been thinking of a poem to write and thought I would write a poem of how I got my title and how Fred overruled me…
I was doodling a stickman.
Fred came over.
Crowned me.
I was honored,
I fought the fight drawing all kinds of paper things.
He erased them!
Then put another earl in his kingdom…
Me.
Did you Guys see the woman-less pageant it was so FUNNY!!!!! I honor I am goin to write a poem about the pageant.
Weird on so many levels
Funny enough to make you grab your ribs
Throughing money in their purses
Standing up and cheering out random stuff
Getting pleaded for food as you sit down in the stands
being shhhhh by teachers for being to loud
whistling for the dudes that look like girls
covering your eyes for the ones that don’t
Joking with your friends about your friends
Capping out of control
Ylling to the top of your lungs until you start to choke
Giving a standing ovation
Having your picture taken
Laughing agian and then somemore until you can’t anymore
So Caleb won 2nd alternate in the women-less beauty pageant!!! Yep. I am going to blog about my book AND write a poem for the write in the middle thing. I’ll do my poem first:
So everyone remembers the question, “So sweetie what do you want to be when you grow up?”
When you were a child you’d come up with all these answers:
The adventurer- “I’m going to be an astronaut!”
The athlete- “I’m going to be a professional athlete.”
The artist- “I’m going to be a world famous artist.”
The talker- “I’m going to be a talk show host.”
The dancer- “I’m going to be a ballerina.”
But really in the end, none of us know what we’re going to grow up as,
no one is going to just let you go out and pick your future when your five, by that, we’d all end up doing stuff we totally loathe.
People change, their morals change. In a few years I bet you won’t even remember what you wanted to be when you grew up.
Your future depends on how hard you try to get what you want.
If you really want it, you’ll persevere and push through,
but if you don’t try you won’t make it in the real world.
Remember, if you don’t make mistakes, you aren’t trying hard enough,
and when you mess up it actually helps you learn.
The future is like something you KNOW is going to happen if you try hard enough, you just don’t know WHEN its going to happen.
Now destiny, destiny is like the future, but it’s different.
People try to predict their future, people try to predict their destiny.
But again, you never know what life will hand you.
People say, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” , but I’ll tell you one thing, if life doesn’t also hand you water and sugar your lemonade is going to taste HORRIBLE.
That’s why you have to work hard, to get your water and sugar.
Life is confusing sometimes, you never know what you’re going to get, you have to be prepared for anything. And remember don’t try to decide your destiny right off the bat because the road you take won’t always lead you back home.
^
OK, that’s my poem.
Now to write about my book:
So since Rigg is aloud to see the library, they are taking him on these stupid long tours of all the different sections of the library (ITS HUGE!!) and he talked to them and got them to stop with the tours because he didn’t want to waste anyone else s time (including his) and now he’s just looking at random books (the library has a list of all the books he ever checked out) but now Rigg has been able to identify which path is he REAL fathers (remember he could never see the path of the man he called father, the one that died from a tree) and he’s also looking at the sections from the books he looked at but didn’t check out I guess.
Bye ya
As promised, I am here to give the Royalty Chart. And then I’ll do a creative.
Fred- Dinosaurs, Birds, Sea Anemones, Snakes, Armadillos, Stickmen, Ninja Master
Anna- Cows, Bacon
Will M- Armadillos- Ruled by Fred
Will R- Stickmen- Ruled by Fred
AnnMarie- Waffles
Bailey K- Bunnies
Kaleigh- Unicorns
Billy F- Deformed Chickens- Ruled by Fred (Chickens are birds, duh)
Now for a creative.
School
Long, Fun (Whatever)
Reading, Writing, Calculating
The Best Public Education
Columbiana Middle (Yeah right)
I’ll blog tomorrow and then turn in journals on Thursday.
Fred- King of Dinosaurs, ah forget it you know the rest
Ugh! Got a song by one one six (116) stuck in my head (Man Up Anthem)!
Love the song, but it can get annoying. So, on the lost hero again but planning to read The Fellowship of the Rings soon. After the slow beginning I hope it will get better (I tried to read in the fifth but it didn’t work out to well…), so on that note i guess i should finish the hero’s of Olympus series quick. Good job to the CMS eighth grade math teams.
Okay, It’s ready. Save/Loading In dev, but allows for in between game interaction if you can find the files. Also, online features coming, look forward to that. I’m tired of game-degisning today, I’ll play some Minecraft and go to bed.
This game uses 31 events and 24 objects, fairly compact, I’m proud of it.
Well luckily the computer is back and in a working condition so I can go ahead and blog! Math team went so wonderfully amazing yesterday! I was not expecting to place and I was so excited that we got second.. WE didn’t beat Oak Mountain… but we did our best..
And then we ate food afterwards so it was totally worth being on math team just because of the food.
Drama is going well and luckily I get a break tomorrow. I don’t have drama practice. Which is good because I am getting tired. The play is Saturday.. I don’t know how it will turn out.. but since I am in it, it will probably be pretty good.
So as you know I started reading Eragon again because I didn’t really have anything at home right now to read..
I don’t know why I chose Eragon to read since I wasn’t exactly crazy about it the first time… But whatever
Eragon is about a boy named ….. ERAGON. And one day when he is hunting through the forest area called “The Spine” a hard colorful blue rock thingy appears out of nowhere in a poof of smoke and Eragon, being as smart as he is, takes the mysterious blue object into the village to see if he can use it for payment so that he can buy meat since he apparently stinks at hunting.
And the guy who sells the meat like flips out at Eragon for bringing the mysterious blue object into the place but then some random guy buys the meat for Eragon..
Next a few days later Eragon went into Carvahall to see how much the mysterious blue object thingy would cost ..
And nobody knows.
Later Eragon finds out it is a dragon egg because now Eragon has a dragon that he has to feed..
I wrote the poem for Write in the Middle.. I didn’t really have any good ideas so here is what came off the top of my head:
I lost my faith
When I lost my mind
And found that both
Were a surprisingly
Easy thing
To do
It is like
Waking up suddenly
After having been
Doused in dreams
And for that split
Second,
You are sure that
You can grasp
What your mind
Was trying to
Tell you,
But then it
Slips away
And you stumble
Out of bed,
Into the darkness,
Searching for
The light
And I think that the
Nicest thing is
Not knowing
What you are
Looking for,
Because then
You can never
End up
Lost
And that is when
The real journey
Begins.
okay that is all.
-Julie
Ok, so today was a pretty wierd day. I participated in the womanless pageant, which was lots of fun.
Womenless Pageant
You slip on your dress, and
squeeze into your high-heels.
Put on your wig,
then let some random eigth grade girl
put make-up on your face.
The girls are constantly looking to the other,
“Look what I did, do you see it?” then they
reply, “Oh yes, do that on mine!”
So once you’re complete,
you have everybody make comments like,
“You look like a real girl!”
Well that’s great.
I’m a dude, and I look like a lady.
*cue Aerosmith music*
“Oh my gosh, your shoes are cute!”
Really?
Do you think I care how they look?
I’m not trying to look good, neccisarily.
They were obviously trying to say something nice,
but that just made me feel even more akward.
You walk out from behind the curtain,
you almost wet your pants.
You see all of your friends that you’ve
tried to build an image with,
and you have stuffed socks in your shirt
and are waving your hand like it is
glued in a certain position.
Then you take up the money.
You struggle not to step on your dress as
you make your way up the bleachers,
and the big heels aren’t helping at all.
So I guess the pageant was a sucess.
I didn’t win, but I guess I wouldn’t have
really wanted to.
Well, that’s my poem about dressing up as someone in opposite sex. TOODALOO!!!
I’m going to get straight to the point cause I’m really tired and I’m not in the mood to blog anyway. I’m just gonna blog about the book I’m reading because my creative side has complety left me and now I’m nothing.
I’m still reading specials and tally has been following zane and all the other crims to find the new smokes. While on her journy, tally realized how wrong she was for leaving shay to go find the new smokes on her own. Tally is trying to do everything in her capability to make sure the crims are not caught. While tally is trying to hide the crims boards so they are not seen, zane sees her and she flips out. After she excapes, a few days later, she trys to help the crims out again and trys to keep zanes board from flying away. When she goes to save his board, she noticed that the board was nailed to the ground. Then, zane wakes up and tells tally to follow him. He takes her a little ways into the wood so he could talk to her. Zane is now convinced that tally has changed and will stay with zane but that is not true. Now tally must live a lie
“Schoggen to Harmon to Smith: A tribute to the 1910 Cubs”
These are poetry’s saddest words
Schoggen to Harmon to Smith.
Classmates will cower, but Baker will cheer
Schoggen to Harmon to Smith.
O Muse, your spirit poured out double on
Schoggen to Harmon to Smith
for there’s no metaphor overlooked,
no simile as undiscovered
no alliteration picked perfect
no synecdoche’s invisible hand untouched
no iamb not beaten out
from the insight and observing of
Schoggen to Harmon to Smith.
Toss a poem to them and watch the play of
Schoggen to Harmon to Smith.
No tone mistook, let the praise ring out for
Schoggen to Harmon to Smith.
I am blogging from my iPod so I will have to make this one a creative to save trouble
Creative –
School is a place to learn stuff.
Some of which you will never use.
Some of which you forget.
School is a place where you get to show off you’re ping pong skills.
Some of which you lose when you get old.
School is where you get in trouble for breaking stupid rules.
Some of which you will break again.
School is where you eat horrible food and throw up later.
Some of which sticks to the floor.
That’s my poem
Good night
so im blogging……IN THE LIBRARY!!!!!!!!!!!!! i like the library. the library is quiet. UNTIL CALEB DESIDES IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO TO PESTER ME. grrrrrrr. anyway. im in the library with amanda, caleb tucker, ricky, nathan, jj, christa sue and myslef. we were the only people with as or bs in mrs. as room so we were able to go to the library, also, we got cookies and brownies, yay. i think that all the sugur from the cookies is starting to gt to my brain because i am typing this incredibly fast. yay. so im still readin specials and tally kissed zane and she flipped out. then a few weeks later a helicopter came and took all the crims to the new smokes where tally had to jump on the bottom of the helicopter just so she could continue to follow zane, when she finally got to the smokes she realized that it was not just the new smokes, it was an entire city that had turned against all the lesions and they were all living as if the rusties were back. tada thats my blog. im done now. im going to go pester caleb. bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This poem is going to have to be cut short I have to tclean my room before I go to church. I just read the book I waqs reading agian all the action stopped in the book so its getting pretty boring and sad at the same time. Well clarence finally found his little niece and he found ou that his sister was hiit to but the bullet only grazed her. His niece is the really person to be woried about she had to got into surgery and she is ion the hospital of course but she has awaken from the medicine they gave to her for the surgery. Clarence has to have patientce because he has to wait until she wakes up. Clarnce has time to think, pray but mostly pray , and have hope
Well hello people of the world. I decided to change my name back to “The Queen of Waffles” because “The Queen” was too vague, since now there are multiple queens. Oh and I suggest we all elect Emily as “The Queen of Stalkers” I mean, if she’s going to be a stalker she should at least keep all the other stalkers in line.
Did yall like my poem? (From yesterday) *hick-up* (I have the hick-up’s if you didn’t notice) I’ve been thinking and I’ve come up with the best I can: Guys. Almost all of them. Are stupid.
^
Not ALL of them. But most the ones I’ve encountered. Kinda.
Yep. OK.
I really don’t want to blog today, so I’m going to do a poem then blog tomorrow (about my book) sorry.
Poem:
Guy DO make mistakes, but I mean so do girls I will admit. Guys WILL play you like a game. BUT so will girls. “Don’t hate the player, hate to game” , but the game is harsh. And sadly it’s, played by most everyone. At some point in time everyone is going to do something “wrong”. But whatever you do in life, SOMEONE is going to think it’s bad or disapprove. Always think about the consequences, I might sound like those boring adults but it’s true. Bad choices lead to bad stuff. I think people jump into relationships and don’t think about what could happen. Always think.
^
Hey remember, when nothing goes right, go left. (pun, if you didn’t notice)
Bye bye peoples
HAHA I just remembers something:
I was at lunch talking to Camden and just out of the blue he closes him eyes and says “I WANT SUPER POWERS!”
And I’m just here like “what??”
And he goes “never mind”
And i look at the time and I’m like “ohhhh 11:11”
And he goes “yeah”
And i turn to Caleb (talking to Camden) and say “Well, do you have super powers yet? DO YOU HAVE X-RAY VISION?? Can you see thought Caleb’s clothes yet?”
^
Now I know x-ray vision would make it where you can see their bones. But people still always joke about how x-ray vision makes it where you can see through peoples clothes.
haha, im so weird
Heyo everyone! Man it’s been really hard to keep up all this overruling stuff so I think I will write a poem about You yes you (all of us)
We bring the party to the party!
We bring the Dino’s back!
We color…unicorns?
And we never give up.
We laugh, and draw Stickmen.
We mess with armadillos and have,
Waffles for breakfast.
High kings and queens rule over class!
And poems of all kinds full the blog.
How gifted are we…we are the most gifted classes.
Oh… And we have bacon!
This poem was a tribute for the AWESOME gifted classes we all are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey Fred, you forgot to put the Steves. (My army of magical cannibal zombie racoons!!!) But since you ranked me second, I won’t send my army of zombie cannibal raccoons after you.
AND CALEB ALMOST WON A PAGEANT. HAHAHAHAHA
It’s my Moms week so I don’t have wifi at home. Obviously, I’m not home yet, so I can do blogs now!!!
And this girl named Valeria Gutierrez thinks she is the ruler of bacon. Somebody please explain to her she’s not, I mean, like, HOW long have I been the queen of bacon? I’ll ask Emily, she’s the stalker around here…
Or maybe bob.
Tris awoke in a tank. Her third fear was true. She examined the room and found it empty except for a drain-looking thing on the floor and a small camera in the corner. Jeanine was going to watch her die, to prove that inside, she was full of cowardice. (This book taught me a new word. I am smarticle-er. And I just taught myself a new word) Water began coming in from the drain thing and was already up at her ankles, and tris began to panic. In the end, she decided that the most brave thing she could possibly do would be to embrace death, show no fear whatsoever and just…kind of deal with it. Water rose to her thighs, her chest, her neck…she rose to the top of the tank and got as much air as she could before water filled the entire box. Her lungs were burning, and she couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Just as she was about to give up, a hand pressed up against the other side of the glass. Just as tris let go of the air, the glass shattered and tris fell out with the rest of the water. She looked up to see her mother. She was In an abnegation undershirt, and short shorts. As soon as tris saw the tattoo on her moms forearm, she knew her mom was an initiate from dauntless. She had never realized how little she knew about her mom. She held tris and said, “I love you, no matter what.” (Spoiler alert…mothers last words) and told her where to find her dad and Caleb. She ran out into the open area where soldiers were everywhere and shot three bullets straight up into the air. Tris couldn’t bear to watch as her mother was shot in the abdomen and fell to the ground, dead.
Tris, her dad, and Caleb went to the dauntless compound. They tried to destroy the simulation device thing, and it worked. Tris watched as her father ran from the dauntless soldier. He didn’t know the compound as well as tris did. He didn’t know the hallway he was on was a dead end. He was shot in the neck and died. Then tris went to the room where they controlled everyone. Tobias sat there, and the new serum wasn’t vulnerable to divergence. Tobias thought tris was an enemy, and began shooting at her. She ducked, and they had a fight. (Sooooo descriptive right there, I know.) in the end, they ended up being all lovey dovey.
JUST PRETTY MUCH SUMMED UP DIVERGENT THERE. INSURGENT IS MY NEXT BLOG BUT THAT WAS MORE THAN 20 mins SO SAYENARAH
(That was spelled so bad :o)
okay, very funny AnnMarie…….ha, ha, ha……
yeah, why don’t ya’ll just gimme the title “The Queen of Stalkers” and/or “The Queen of Blue Hoodie-ness” and/or “Queen Big-Mouth” already? 🙂
of course, i’m loud, blue-hooded, and stalker……aren’t i? 🙂
or am i……?
mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
you didn’t hear ANYTHING…….
(that all was sorta cheesy…..) 🙂
anyway, besides my–ahem–“royalty”, i might as well get to my blogging.
i haven’t read any on Emma-Jean lately, but i have been working on my latest Warriors book. i know, right….?! it’s been, like, forever since i’ve actually BLOGGED about Warriors. so, the chosen warriors have gone on the journey foretold by StarClan to “Sun-drown place”, as the chosen call it. although some of the cats toting along for the ride are not some of the chosen. ooh, ooh, i forgot one more thing! Leafpaw is an official medicine cat apprentice! she visited MotherMouth to see the Highstone, the only formal way to meet StarClan in a “light sleep” and see the prophecies StarClan will foretell. that’s as far as i’ve gotten so far, but i’m expecting to get a little deeper in the book before the end of the week.
now, if you’ll excuse me, i must do some royal poem-ing.
“Journey To The Dixie of You”
In space, beyond soft, bright galaxies
and twinkling, stars
and rounded,
glowing planets
shrouded in an empty, black plain of dark mass
filled with the happy, warm light
of all these creations
in the midst of everything.
A lapping pond,
of turquoise blue,
sitting in a lacy lagoon
while gray rounded limestones
sitting peacefully,
lining the edges of the pond,
neatly, like a crown
as the Goldfish
of bright carrot orange
and the majestic, spotted Koi fish
swim sweetly in circles
as the gurgling waterfall
spills over the brim of the end of the stream,
like a teacup
brimming with tea.
And just beyond,
a rippling meadow
of soft, bright green,
while swaying, humming grasses
dance to the rhythm
of the gentle song of the Robin
and the Lark
and the Chickadee
and the Cardinal
and the Bluejay
whose home is an earthy array of tall, graceful trees,
shrubs,
and bushes
with the swaying, rhythmic field just back and beyond of them,
splatted with an assortment of colored flowers,
as if God’s holy palette
has just fell from heaven.
But O’!
I see you, studying a daisy,
as white
and as pure
as the gown you wear.
O’ you must be an angel from afar!
But as I come closer,
I see your face.
delicate,
and unique,
like a light,
fair
pencil sketch,
and your dark hair
cascading
over your broad,
squared
shoulders.
I travel deeper
and see,
O’!
A heart of not only kindness and loyalty and all traits of a young lover,
but a heart of determination.
You can determine what you are.
You just have to find your calling,
and love it.
You are destined for greatness, child, and you must see it.
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PHEW!! i’ve had my fill of poem-ing for the week. well, i gotta eat dinner.
li’l blue hood, peace OUT! 🙂
i made a couple of tweaks to the poem, so, it might not be same next time you read it or see it. 🙂
I’m reading the left behind series.(the kids version) I’m to the part where Judd decides that he can’t take his life at home anymore but he can’t do anything about it. Then he was told to go get the mail and he saw something with his name on it. It was for his father but had his name on it. He took it and went to his room and opened it. It was a credit card. And it had his name on it by mistake instead of his fathers. He decided that he would keep withdrawing money from an ATM until he had enough then he would fly a plane somewhere besides the United States. He had enough then he went off to the airport with a fake ID And flew the plane towards London and on his way there he got some champagne.
This is for that website thingy majigor sooooo. i forgot the website! all i remeber you saying about it is 2 P’s! well anyway:
In the stories The Walrus and the Carpenter and The Host, the characters are very different than the other ones. I will compare\contrast the tones and settings. The characters in the two stories are different because, in The Walrus and the Carpenter, one is a talking animal (Yeah like that’s REALLY going to happen) and the other one is an old man. But in the same because they both humans in them. Their feelings are similar too. The Walrus and the Carpenter were determined that they were going to eat those oysters. And in The Host the odd species were also determined to get more and more humans to join their other species. So that’s how the two stories characters are similar and are not. The tones in these two stories have some similarities and some non-similarities. A similar tone is passionate. In The Host the two humans were passionate for each other. In The Walrus and the Carpenter, they were also passionate to devour those oysters. But they also have differences. The Host’s tone was mainly romantic. And The Walrus and the Carpenter was mainly humorous. So they aren’t all the same, just a little. Now their settings. Their settings are both very different. In The Walrus and the Carpenter the setting was always at the beach…it never changed. As in The Host it changes all through the story. Like through the city, to their houses. All that good stuff. But I don’t think they had too many similarities because I didn’t find any really. In this essay I have told you the alikes’ and differences of the two stories The Host and The Walrus and the Carpenter, I stated the characters, tone, and the settings. As I said I compared and contrasted the two stories.
Monday- I am still reading The Boy Who Harnessed the wind. The famine is over because their version of corn on the cob is ready to eat. Most people didn’t go back to school that semester because fees were due and no one had any money left because they sold everything that they had to buy food. William’s sister ran away with a boy and didn’t follow the traditional customs. Normally the man would talk to the woman’s uncle, who would then talk to the father and would get a reward. If the man had made it through all of that then he could ask the woman to marry him. William’s sister just left with a kid and never came back. Everyone was sad but also happy because when she left, they didn’t have much food so everyone got a little bit more.
Tuesday- William went back to school at the beginning of the next semester because there were a few weeks where he could get away without paying. He had gone to the library and kept up as best he could with the class so that when he got to go back, he wouldn’t be too far behind. He got kicked back out of school and he went back to the library. he had been interested in electricity and engines ever since he saw a pedal-powered light on the back of a bike. William found a book in the library that described how a windmill could replace the person pedaling the bike. He told his dad about his idea to make a big one and hook it up to a water pump so that they could have two harvests and never have another food shortage.
Trent
I know, I know, I didn’t blog last night when I was going to, but I have a valid excuse: It took me forever to find something in the book to blog about and when I found it, I fell asleep five minutes later in the same spot.
Blog time
Nasuada wakes up in this room, where’s she’s strapped down to a table. She doesn’t know where or when she is, and then Galbatorix in person walks in and sits on a chair.
Galbatorix explains his plans to Nasuada, which don’t seem evil at all, and then asks her to join his service. Of course, she says no, and then Galbatorix has Murtagh come in and burn her with a hot iron.
This has been going on for awhile now, and I stopped there, on page 454.
20 minutes this week peoples, and here’s my Write in the Middle Poem:
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.
“Boston” by Mayfield
The city I run for
or tried to run for
or said I’d run for
or imagined a run for
doesn’t need my running
doesn’t need my money
doesn’t need my moment of silence
doesn’t need my charmed memorial
I can’t bring hope back
I can’t bring peace of mind
I can’t bring life back from the dead
All I can do is run
and Boston doesn’t need that.
It needs a Savior
we all do
but do we know we need it
until tragedy hits?
TO THE BUNNY KING (you’re more manly than fred)
1. I was on the 7th grade math team
2. Neither team placed
3. Oak Mountain dominated
4. You have to be in Ms. Mack’s advanced class and endure the worst jot nots EVER
5. and tell fred he forgot MY BASEBALL PLAYERS AND ELEPHANTS
6. My elephants jumped across the panama canal so I’m incharge of south america too
7. If you are from south america the blog may say gifted but it means gifted as in we get a lot of gifts
8. my new sax case came in
9. it was 2 days late (im goona sue amazon)
10. Im turning into Anmarie ( oh wait, I made the first orignial blog list ha)
YOU FORGOT ME WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Well, I am not felling to crassy today-note that my name is now boring for just one blog. Now, I’m going to tell you a little bit about my reading of “The Name of This Book is Secret”.
Well Cass’s mom is flying to Hawaii for a buisness trip, which Cass thought was awful odd considering the fact that her mother always took Cass along, and that she had never traveled for buisness before.
ANYHOO, Cass was left under the supervision of Grandpa Bobby and Grandpa Wayne-I am not sure if they are Cass’s real grandfathers. Bobby and Wayne own a thrift shop-or a antique store, which ever you prefer to call it- that is set up in an old firehouse.
Cass was going to go back to the magician’s house, but first she had to find Max-Earnest so that she could bring him along. Unfortunately, he had a doctor’s appointment and couldn’t come. Cass suggested that she go without him, and Max-Earnest was not happy. He told Cass that they were a collaboration, a team, and that they should stay together whenever they go. Cass gave up on the argument, and headed off.
Well, that concludes my blogging, oh and by the way-whenever Cass came back to the firehouse, The Symphony of Smells was gone-this is really bad.
ADIOUS!
By the way, please LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!