Good, Bad, and the Ugly

Here are the good sides and the bad sides of my top 5 hottest celebrities.

5. Gerard Way (from My Chemical Romance)

Hot:

Not:

4. Jared Leto (from 30 Seconds to Mars & and actor)

Hot:

Not:

3: Sean Faris (Actor)

Hot:

Not:

2: Justin Chatwin: (Actor)

Hot:

Not:

1. Billie Joe Armstrong (from Green Day)


Hot:

Not:

Moral of the story: Hair is everything!

Creative Writing

In English class we have been working on a creative writing story. We had to bring in a picture and tell the story behind it. Each Day we added a piece to it until it had been revised over and over. We had to add extra detail on specific things, thought shots and snapshots, and an exploded moment that explains the five senses in detail. Today we exchanged our finished stories with three other people. Those three people had to ask five questions about the piece and give some criticism on what we could do better. We also had to score it, zero being awful and four being perfect. My story was about a picture of me holding a deer head when I was eleven. Here is my story:

I woke up on a bright sunny morning. I was filled with excitement because my dad was going to take me hunting with him. What I didn't know, was that I was going to inject terror into my own day.

It was early October in 2006. My family was on our yearly hunting trip. We go hunting every year in Graham. In 1999 there was a fire there, so its mostly snags and dead fall. The charred remains of the trees litter the ground. The stronger trees remain standing, stripped naked by the fire. There is really thick undergrowth, so it is great for the deer.

The previous afternoon, my dad had shot a deer. Today, he wanted me to go retrieve it with him. As we made our trek up the mountain, I could barely keep up. My dad hid the deer in a spot thick with chaparral. Chaparral is a really thick bush that is really impossible to get through. After about two hours of stumbling over logs, and getting caught in bushes, we came to where my dad hid the deer. To my relief, he had already gutted it. We started waling but soon my dad started having troubles. The deer's antlers were getting caught in the thick chaparral and it was dragging him down. He decided to cut the head off. He told me that when he cut it off, my fave turned a light shade of green. He made me carry the head the whole way. The action was repulsive. Carrying the head of an animal made we want to puke.

On our way down we didn't take the same route as we did on the way up. It would have been to difficult for my dad, with a deer on his back. The way he chose was too difficult for me. The undergrowth was really thick, and I didn't want to walk through it. I asked my dad if I could take a different path. He told me that I could but I had to meet him at the saddle in the mountain by sun high. I nodded my head and we went our different ways.

By this time clouds had started to roll in. It wasn't going to be long before it started raining. I started to go faster, and I was getting deeper in the forest. The wind was rustling through the trees, adding to the confusion. To my left I could see a wall of chaparral and to my right there was a maze of dead fall. Straight in front of me was a massive tree trunk laying on its side. The sky was turning a deep shade of grey and the forest was growing darker. I could just barely see camp at the bottom of the mountain. After about fifteen minutes I didn't know where I was. I could feel the fear prickling up my spine.

Time seemed to come to a screeching stop and my senses became alert. The first drops of rain passed my ears at the speed of a flower blooming. I was aware of all the sounds around me; chirping birds ruffling their feathers, the little stream of water trickling over varying tones of grey, black, red and blue stones. I could smell the aroma of soggy pine needles combined with the rotting three logs and dirt. I could see the different colors of the forest fading in and out as my vision blurred. I could feel the brisk chill tickling up my arms, and the rugged smoothness of the deer's antlers in my hands. My breath came in quick, painful jabs as my heart rate sped up. As I slowly descended to the ground, my mind seemed blank as well as reeling with thoughts and questions. I laid on the ground in the fetal position, clutching the head of the deer to my chest. The feeling of hopless and dispair overwhelmed me. What if my dad didn't notice I was missing until he was back ihn camp? What If something else found me fefore he did? What if he never found me? That's when I heard my dad. He was calling my name. Time sped up as I jumped up and started running in the direction of his voice, the deer head getting caught on bushes. I tripped over every stick in sight, and between that and the antlers in my hands, I was getting scraped up bad. When my dad came in sight a wave of relief flooded over me. He told me that I wasn't lost and that he wasn't mad, but I thought he was furious and those thirty minutes had terrorized me. I stayed with him all the way back to camp and I watched him skin the deer in scilence.

For the duration of the camping trip I was inseperable from that head. I felt that the head was a symbol of what I went through that day, and it had sentimental value. When it was time to go home, I had to put it in the back of the truck, but when we got home, I held on to it untill my parents make me get rid of it on trash day. My dad thought about getting it mounted for me, but he decided against it. I will never for get that day and the valuable lesson it taught me: even though I may not like the path my dad sets out for me, and it may not be the easiest, it is the best and safest.

Here is the reaction of the three students who read it:

Student One:
Student: "What if the paper is so detailed that I dont have any questions?"
Teacher: "Think of something!"
Questions:
1. Make the first paragraph longer
2. I cant think of anything else
Score: 4

Student Two:
Student: "Can I give this person a 4.5?"
Teacher: "No, its from 0-4"
Student: "But-"
Teacher: "No! Its from 0-4"
Student: "Okay, how about you come over here and read this paper and then tell me that I cant give it a 4.5"
Teacher: "I will read it eventually."
Questions:
1. Amazing paper
2. I love you
3. Will you marry me?
4. You're a great writer
5. Nice detail
Score: 4.5

Student Three:
Teacher: "You better give this paper some criticism bacause nobody else wants to!"
Questions:
1. Where is Grahm?
2. How old were you?
3. Nice details, but you could make a better background setting
4. The conclusion was weak, you could make it better
5. Uhh...
Score: 4


Scince nobody really asked me any questions that I coud use to make it better I asked my friend to do it. Here is what she said:

1. Have you questioned what your dad tells you to do since then?
2. Do you love your dad?
3. Did you get disgusting substances on you from carrying the deer head?
4. Did it ruin your clothes?
5. Why do you want me to do this?

What do you think of my writing?

The Best Day of My Life

As you know, I like Green Day. Love Green Day. I am obsessed with Green Day. (My bestie says that I'm not obsessed, I'm just a dedicated fan). I have every single one of their songs on my iPod, and all the songs I know to how play on my guitar are theirs. I have two Green Day posters and a collage of Green Day pictures. I have 17 pictures of Billie Joe Armstrong on my phone. I have 2 Green Day shirts, one of which has a big picture of Billie Joe Armstrong on it. I love Green Day.

A guy at my mom's work told her about a concert he wants to go to because AFI, which is his favorite band, is the opening act. That concert just happens to be a Green Day concert. My mom told me about it and I begged her to take me, knowing that it would never actually happen. I asked her to look up when and where it was and how much it would cost, but a week went by and she never did.

One day she let me on her computer. I was on hottopic.com looking at Green Day shirts when it crossed my mind to look up the concert. I went on greenday.com and looked at the concert schedule. The closest one was in Colorado on August 28th. To see how much it would cost, I entered in tickets for two. Then I went and bugged my mom about it some more. I told her that I would die a violent, bloody death if I didn't go. Just for the heck of it she entered in tickets for five people. Meanwhile I was dreaming of what it would be like to actually go, and starting to wonder if my mom might buy the tickets.

Then she mentioned my dad.

Now, my dad HATES Green Day. He can't stand the kind of music, what the music is about, and the excessive swearing. On my birthday, I got to pick the music that was played on the way to Bogus Basin, and I picked all Green Day. He switched the music by the trip back because he couldn't stand it anymore. Whenever I play Green Day on my iPod speakers, he tells me to "TURN THAT (another word for crap) OFF!!!!!!!"

This is why I thought I was hallucinating when my mom called my dad.

When my mom pulled out her phone and said "We will just see what dad thinks about this" I lost all hope. She dialed his phone number, said "what do you think about going to Colorado for the weekend in August?", paused, said "for a Green Day concert", paused, and said "okay. Love ya. Bye." When she opened her mouth to speak to me I was expecting "he said that he doesn't want to waste money on going to see the worst band ever in concert" but instead she said "he said 'sounds good. We only live once.' ".

Sounds good? We only live once? SOUNDS GOOD! WE ONLY LIVE ONCE! Who kidnapped my dad? What is he smoking? Did he get a lobotomy? I couldn't make sense of it. I thought she was kidding for a second. I thought Aston Kutcher was going to jump out and yell "YOU'VE BEEN PUNKED!" When that didn't happen, my world was spinning. I am going to a GREEN DAY CONCERT! After the shock wore off, a brick wall of energy hit me. To make a long story short, I screamed and jumped around for the rest of the night.

It has now been about two weeks since that. The excitement has worn off somewhat. It just doesn't seem real. I have imagined myself at a Green Day concert many times and now that I am actually going to one, it barely feels different. But there is still 120 days until August 28th. It feels like it is just another one of my dreams now, but when the day comes, it will definently be the best day of my life.

Another French Story

I had to make up a story in French class that had this new vocabulary:

Soupe aux cacahuetes: peanut soup
ils goutent: they taste
ennuye: annoyed
aucun: none
emporter: to take
d'abord: first, foremost
on s'en va: were going/leaving

My story:
Un jour mon amis et Je decide de cuisiner soupe aux cacahuetes. Je donne le soupe au deux hommes dans la rue. Ils goutent le soupe. Ils n'aime pas le soupe. Je est triste, mais, deux fille veut au goutent le soupe et J'ai tres content. Les filles n'aime pas le soupe. J'ai ennuye parce que aucun aime le soupe. Un homme veut au gout le soupe. Je lui dit "D'abord Je veut lui dit tu, tout le monds m'aime pas le soupe, alors on s'en va." Il lui dit "Mais, Je veut soup!" Je donne le soupe. Il aime le soupe. Il lui dit "Je veut acheter tout le soupe et Je veut emporter le soupe au mon famille." Mon amis et Je sont tres content.

In english:
One day my friend and I decide to cook peanut soup. I give the soupe to two men in the street. They taste the soupe. They don't like the soupe. I am sad, but, two girls want to taste my soup and I am happy. The girls don't like my soup. I am annoyed because none like my soup. A man wants to taste my soup. I tell him " First I have to tell you, everybody doesnt like my soup, so we are leaving." He says "But, I want soup!" I give him the soup. He likes the soup. He says " I want to buy all the soupe and I want to take the soup to my family." My friend and I are very happy.

Bonjour!

I am taking French. A couple of days ago we had a sub. We had to write a story using the vocabulary we already know because we couldn't ask the sub to translate any words. It probably has terrible grammar too.This is the story I came up with:


In french:
Il y a un garcon. Le garcon chante et Il s'appelle Billie Joe Armstrong. Billie Joe est tres beau. Il chante bien chansons. Tout mondes aime Billie Joe Armstrong. Il y a belle fille. Les fille s'appelle Sarabeth. Sarabeth aime beacoup Billie Joe Armstrong. Elle voit Il chante. Billie Joe Armstrong lui donne une accolade et donne elle ses chemise. Sarabeth est content. Sarabeth est tres tres tres content! Billie Joe Armstrong chante bien. Sarabeth va au magasin et cherche pour un chemise. Elle veut un belle chemise pour un belle garcon. Dans le magasin, il y a seulement laide chemise. Sarabeth est triste. Elle parte le magasin. Sarabeth va deuxiem magasin. Dans le magasin il y a chic vetements. Sarabeth trouve un chemise parfait. Elle acheter le chemise et cherche pour Billie Joe Armstrong. Elle trouve Billie Joe et donne le chemise. Billie Joe Armstrong pense qu'elle est une fille foo. Il prend le chemise et chante avec Sarabeth. Elle est tre tre tre tre content.

In english:
There is a boy. The boy sings and his name is Billie Joe Armstrong. Billie Joe is very handsom. He sings good songs. Everybody loves Billie Joe Armstrong. There is a Beautiful girl. The girls name is Sarabeth. Sarabeth loves Billie Joe Armstrong a lot. She sees him sing. Billie Joe Armstrong gives her a hug and his shirt. Sarabeth is happy. Sarabeth is very very very happy! Billie Joe Armstrong sings good. Sarabeth goes to a store and looks for a shirt. She wants a beautiful shirt for a beautiful boy. In the store, there is only ugly shirts. Sarabeth is sad. She leaves the store. Sarabeth goes to another store. In the store there is cool clothes. Sarabeth finds a perfect shirt. She buys the shirt and looks for Billie Joe Armstrong. She finds Billie Joe and gives him the shirt. Billie Joe Armstrong thinks the is a crazy girl. He takes the shirt and sings with Sarabeth. She is very very very very happy.

My Top 15

15. Billy Boyd (Actor)


14. Dominic Cooper (Actor)

13. Chris Martin (Coldplay Frontman)



12. Pierce Brosnan (Actor)

11. Viggo Mortensen (Actor)

10. Gerard Butler (Actor)

9. Emmanuel Moire (French Singer)

8. Kris Allen (Singer)

7. Josh Holloway (Actor)

6. Matthew Fox (Actor)

5. John Stamos (Actor)

4. Sean Faris (Actor)

3. Taylor Lautner (Actor)

2. Jared Leto (Actor & 30 Seconds to Mars Frontman)

Not as cute in his band get-up but I like some of his music.

1. Billie Joe Armstrong (Green Day Frontman)

My favorite band and he is HOT!

Sing-a-Long in Algebra

I'm on a roll with bizarre dreams! This one isn't scary, or depressing but I sure hope part of it doesn't actually happen.

I was in algebra. But instead of doing math we were playing kareoke. We were graded on our singing talent. When the microphone came to me, I refused to sing. I was getting an F either way, so why not do it without the embarrassment? My tracher got up from his desk and said "Alright! I cant take this anymore! Lets go outside." We went outside and there was a tuor bus in the parking lot. A stage rolled out form behind it and Green Day was on it. My algebra teacher said "If you're not gonna sing in class, then they might change your mind." Then they started playing all of my favorite songs and I was singing with them...

Like all of my dreams, I woke up right in the middle of it. But that is one dream I would like to continue with.

Thank God It Was Only a Dream

Last night I had a scary, and somewhat disturbing dream.

It was Easter, but instead of finding baskets of candy and hidden colored eggs, I woke up to mass hysteria. A man was in my backyard clutching a pistol. My dad gathered the family and gave us each a pistol of out own, and we hid in the garage. The man came through the garage door and started shooting at us. Amongst all the confusion I lost track of my mom and my two little sisters, but my dad and I got in the car and bolted out of there. We drove by a woman in another car sloppily disposing of a dead man with a bullet wound in his head. Then my dad declared that he had left something valuable at home and we turned back. When we got out of the car, it exploded. We ran into the house, my dad grabbed a piece of paper, and we went back in the garage. There was another car so we got in it and drove away. I asked my dad what was going on and he said that it was tradition to sacrifice people on Easter in some parts of the world and that it was only a matter of time before it reached America. I asked him if he thought it had spread to the rest of the world, and he said "I don't know." Then the car turned into an airplane and we got a birds eye view of the world. The free way turned into a desert and the Taj Mahal was in the middle of a lot of roads. There was fire, car wrecks, explosions, and people murderikng and dying in the streets everywhere. I thought 2012 and...

I woke up.

Dreamer

I always have strange, random, and hilarious dreams. I usually wake up in the middle of the night and text my friends about them but now I have decided to write them down to share with you.

I was standing in my living room getting ready to leave for school. I hugged my dad and walked out the front door. It was pitch black outside like the bottom of the ocean, and there was a light around my house like that of an angler fish. I started walking down my driveway just as a car was passing. At the same second that the car and I came into alignment, a lightning bolt hit the car and all of a sudden I was back in my house. I gave my dad a hug and walked out the front door. I started walking down my driveway just as a car was passing. At the same second that the car and I came into alignment, a lightning bolt hit the car and I was in my house again. This repeated about four times when finally the last time I ran out the door instead. I beat the car to the lightning bolt and the car disappeared. I was left alone in the darkness. I kept walking to the bus stop in a starless, moonless atmosphere. When I arrived, there were other people that I didn't know. A city bus, instead of a school bus came to pick us up. One by one we started to file onto the bus. After all the seats were filled, there were still four people outside. The driver said "Well, everybody doesn't fit so you're gonna have to get off the bus and walk. "When I returned home, my dad asked me if I wanted to go to the mountains. I said "Yes" and we appeared on a mountain peak. It was still black outside but it had started raining, and it rained hard. The water level rapidly rose until a few moments had passed and the water level was only two feet below us. All of a sudden a goat appeared on the mountain with us. My dad said "Don't touch the water. You will die." And then, the goat touched the water. It fell into the water and disappeared beneath the surface. I knew I was slipping too. I was just about to touch the water when...

I woke up.

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream!

Nuts. Hot fudge. Caramel. Bananas. Whipped Cream. All ingredients for the perfect banana split. The banana split is a common all-time favorite. We've all heard about flavors like the classic vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate. But what about the creative and sometimes bizarre flavors? These will have you screaming, literally.

Caviar isn't very appealing to most, but would it taste better over ice cream? A gourmet ice cream maker in France thinks so. Philipe Faur made the Foie Gras et Caviar ice cream. Sounds... Yummy.

Everybody loves bacon right? Everybody loves ice cream too. How about if we put them together? Bacon flavored ice cream. I'd like to kiss the feet of the guy who thought of that. Wait... hold on, what am I talking about? Bacon flavored ice cream? Excuse me while I go barf.

How about various sea food ice cream. I already mentioned caviar, but that's just the beginning. With fish flavored ice cream, octopus flavored ice cream, and squid flavored ice cream, there is no stopping Japan from being the fish ice cream capital of the world.

Don't feel like taking pills? How about trying some Viagra ice cream? It has all the benefits of the pill in a convenient frozen treat!

There are definitely many weird, disgusting flavors of ice cream out there. But I think Ill stick to good ol' vanilla.

When I Grow Up...

I always change my mind many times about what I want to do with my life. When I was younger I had my mind set on being a doctor. Well, I soon found out that wasn't the the job for me. I have considered being a photographer, a model, a fashion designer, an interior decorator, and architect, and artist, an author and even just being a housewife.
Well, earlier this year I had to take the DWA (Direct Writing Assessment). The DWA is a test that grades 3-9 take every year. They give a prompt that tells you what kind of essay it is and what you have to write about. You get 90 minutes to write your essay. Then all of the teachers in the state get together and score the essays. The scores are form 1-4. 1 being below basic, 2 is needs improvement, 3 means proficient and if you get a rare 4, then your essay is fantastic. To get us ready for the DWA, my English teacher taught us the proper structure for an essay, theses statement and all. By the time the DWA came around I felt confident about it. But when the paper was sitting in front of me and the timer was ticking, my mind was a blank slate. The prompt was: Write an expository essay about if you had one wish, what would would it be, and how would it effect society? It took me 40 minutes to even decide what my wish would be. When I looked at the clock and saw I only had 50 minutes to wright the rough draft and final draft I panicked. I started to brainstorm about how being able to live in the books you read would help society, but I didn't have time to brainstorm. So I started my rough draft, forgetting everything I learned about the structure of an essay. I began it with, "Land Ho!" and I wrote my first paragraph like an introduction to a book. Then I continued my essay with how people would enjoy reading more and it would be a "doorway to imagination". I worked right up to the last millisecond, and I just barely finished my fifth paragraph when the timer went off.
Then it hit me. I didn't have the thesis statement or a conclusion, and my body paragraphs were almost about the same things. I turned it in hoping that maybe I could scrape by with a 2.5. Colleges look at the DWA score to see of your a good writer or not. I couldn't believe I bombed the essay! I worried about it for weeks on end. It ate me alive. When I asked my friends what they did their topics on they all replied with things like "world peace" and "stop hunger" or "to have a better relationship with my family". I thought my wish sounded childish, and I wished that I had chosen something more mature. Soon my friends got tired of hearing me complaining so I quit worrying out loud, but it was always in my subconscious.
All of my worry vanished a week ago. My teacher told the class that she got the scores from the DWA back. She said that there was a total of seven fours, and that I was one of them! My subject wasn't childish after all, and the structure didn't matter! I was one happy camper. I just about jumped out of my chair and started screaming, I was so happy.
So what does this have to do with what I want do do with my life? Ill tell you after this little tidbit. Currently I have to write a research paper challenging that text messaging is bad. My English teacher read my rough draft yesterday, and told me that she hopes that I want to be a writer. She told me that my work is great, and that I have a talent. She also told me that she would be more than happy to recommend me for a creative writing class for juniors and seniors. Juniors and seniors. I had been wishing to be in that class but I'm only going to be a sophomore. I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe my ears! Me. In a creative writing class. For juniors and seniors. Wow.
And now this is where my future comes in. I finally found something I'm good at. So now I'm pondering over what kind of writer I want to be. I could be a journalist, a book writer, a reporter, a researcher, a columnist, a blogger, the choices are infinite! I have tried to write books before but I always thought they werent good enough. So I'm going to try again. I love reading like I love music. Writing is a great way to express yourself and to share your triumphs with the world.

Visions of Rock Bands Dance in My Head

I got a guitar this past Christmas. When the family got together my cousin was going to teach me a song. He asked me if I knew any Green Day. I was clueless about who he was talking about, although I did have one of their songs (Wake Me Up When September Ends). I never listened to it because I thought it was boring. It wasn't the kind of music I liked so I didn't care. But when my cousin asked me about it, it sparked some interest in me. A few days later I was with another of my cousins who was introducing me to new music. I was going through his iPod and immediately recognized the name "Green Day" I asked him about them but he said that he wasn't a huge fan. But I had even more interest in the band. Sometime after that I was on you Tube. I noticed that one of the featured videos was Green Day's "21st Century Breakdown" music video. So, naturally, I clicked on it. I fell in love with Green Day in four minutes and thirty-four seconds. The music video was so awesome. I loved the way that it was black and white, and had a bunch of paint splatters, and the music was great! But the reason I immediately bought it on iTunes was because I thought Billie Joe Armstrong was so cute! While I was on iTunes I searched for some of their other songs. I found out that two songs (21 Guns and basket Case) I already knew and loved, were by Green Day too. So I bought those videos. Since then, I got the complete American Idiot album and the complete 21st Century Breakdown album. I also have 25 other songs on various albums. Green day is my favorite band now. For my birthday I got a guitar book that has fifteen Green Day songs. I know how to play three of them. But Green Day is not the rock band vision in my head. I am currently saving my money up to but myself an electric guitar. Green Day has inspired me to write my own songs. I'm not saying that I'm any good at it, but that doesn't mean that its not fun. If I ever got over my fear of public speaking, and magically acquired a brilliant singing voice, I might have a chance. But until then I will just have to stick to performing in front of the imaginary crowd in my bedroom.