The word hate is such an ugly word

.....Hate.....i dont really use hate, but i can understand how it can be ugly. I dont really think that the word is ugly, i think that it is more undermining and dimeaning. It puts people down and makes them feel bad. Very little people use hate unless they usually mean it. If you say you hate someone, chances are you will not talk to them for a very long long time. Anyways, that is why i dont use the word hate. I dont think i have actually ever used the word hate other than reading it or writing it down. Mostly i dont use it because i try not to judge a person by maybe a single mistake that they have made. I also try to avoid situations in which i am offended or have to offend someone else. I just dont feel comfortable. I am a really outgoing and nice person, and i think that all the hassles that people have cause to much stress which is really bad for you. Like any normal person, i do stress over some stuff, but overall i am pretty good at avoiding those types of situations. Anyways, luckily hate is not overused in today's society. It is much better that way. Even if someone hates another person, they usually refrain from saying "I hate you" because then you will have pretty much no chance to make it up to that person if you forgive them. Another reason why i think people try to stay away from using the word hate is that it is a very childish thing to do. Mostly, i have only heard teenagers or younger kids use the word hate. It shows a level of immaturity from the person who says hate. The main reason why i think hate is an imature word is because it is a very simple word, yet can mean so much. If you were rather to say i don't like you, or i dislike you; it is much safer than saying i hate you.So... that is mostly why i think the word hate is such an ugly word. Hmm, i keep on running out of ideas always at the end of the blog, maybe cause my ideas are now easier to express or that i am faster at typing. In anycase, i see a distinct improvement in my writing over the past 3 months.Sooo, i really appreciate being able to practice my writing, as i usually wrote stories as a hobby. When i entered highschool, i started getting more and more preoccupied with many other thing that took away from my long hobby. Oh well, at least this year i will be practicing, and hopefu

"Lord, what fool these mortals be."

This is like straight from Shakespeare. Im pretty sure this is from a midsummer nights dream or something like that. So...... Im pretty sure, if my memory serves right all the way from grade 9, i mean ninth grade, that puck is the one to say this. The reason why i said ninth grade is because me and my friend are having an argument of which one is proper, grade nine or ninth grade. I am standing beside the grade nine motion. My argument is that it is allowable to way, "I am currently attending grade nine." Another argument of mine is if someone asks what GRADE im attending, i will respond with, " grade nine", and not ninth grade, he argues that ninth grade is more proper. The problem i am facing is that i am fine with using both grade nin and ninth grade, although i find grade nine easier, but he completely refuses that grade nine is appropriate and that it must be sayed as ninth grade. If anyone is actually reading this blog, then i would greatly appreciate the help with some feedback. Wow, i changed my blog into a ask your audience type of thing haha. Oh well. Ok, back to the topic. I remember that i had this play when i was in grade 9 with Mr. Hughes. This was, to my recelection, near the end of the play, or infact at the very end. Puck had sayed this and ment easy it was to play upon humans. I didnt really like shakespeare. Since i go to polish school once a week, i have read tons of plays by other people that are better than shakespeares. One of the most famous polish pieces of writting is an "Epopeja" under the name of "Pan Tadeusz". You might not understand this, but pretty much, it is a long story in which each line contains 13 syllables. Every single line, in about 500 pages worth of writing. Now in my opinion, that is much more impressive than anything shakespeare has done. I wrote a peom in the style of "Pan Tadeusz" in grade 10, which contained 7 syllables per line for one whole page. Oh i forgot to mention that there was a rhyme scheme to "Pan Tadeusz", although i forgot exactly what type it was. Anyways, the poem took me a long time to finish. It was really hard work to do

Whateves

whateves.... I say that sometimes. Although not that much. I say whateves when im usually haveing a short conversation with someone and they have to leave soon. Actually, i just say it randomly. Maybe its because of the influence of other people around me that always say that, that i get so used to it that i start to use their slang words too. SOO i dont know what to write about whateves except what i have already written. A lot of people now use short words instead of full ones such as whateves. Their are many different ones that many people use, but i dont even know about. Its becoming really trendy now of ushing shortend versions of words. Im pretty sure if i was to even go to a senior, they would know what whateves means. Actually, i feel like trying that on a random stranger that looks like they are fifties. Im pretty sure that every teacher at our school would understand this except for one that i am afraid to name just in case this might be shown to her. Theres this one person that always says whateves to everything and it got annoying after the first two minutes. Ok, now i officially am stuck of what i should write. Maybe just as before, i will write giberish words and see if you will notice them while you are skimming my blog. pl; ghoa how ow nm pah puhwg apw nbao pia bnlmn ipwu bnvps bia pijaf uuhfd hfdjsk jksda jfkl pow nlx huw beog heup biew pwox bnkx. I feel like checking on google if some of the words actually mean something. Maybe there will be something related to pwox, or beog, or whatnot. SOo now that i wasted some space and time, i will just wirte about how im waiting for class to end. See, like how i wrote that last sentence, i talked about wasting time, and wasted it at the same time. Lol.............. Soooooooooooooooooooo... I am totally lost inside my head. Its not like im thinking about nothing, im thinking about too much that have absolutely nothing to do with anything. The moment i have a thought, another one come, and another one and so on. All this is happening pretty fast so i dont really remember anything. Im so bored, i think that this might be my longest post ever. Hey maybe i got better at typing, or maybe i have more ideas to write about. I really doubt the second one. Hey, maybe M

my cellphone is my life

SO... my cellphone really is my life in so many aspects..My soccer coach always makes last minute practices and tournaments and exhibition games, and he always texts everybody where and when it is. He sometimes even texts me during school hours, and i have to cut off all of my things after school that i planned for soccer. Another reason why i really need my cellphone is that it is the best way me and my friends contact each other. Since i have an afterschool life with seperate friends than from school, i have to be able to contact them in a way. The only real way is with my cellphone, because if i go to their house, they are usually not home. I think everybody has a cellphone that is in highschool or older, because it also shows a level of maturity and responsibility. Even most seniors have a cellphone, unless they are taken care of by their own family or other people, like a seniors home. Still, today the cellphone is replacing many seperate thins, such as an ipod or mp3 player and camera. The new iPhone even has GPS the internet, etc. SO one day i can imagine that instead of computers, their will be pocket laptops, which are exactly like the iPhone, except smaller, faster, and better with more things. My old cellphone was really good, and it was pretty much indestructable. Our grade always played soccer with it in the locker room, and nothing ever happened. Until, one day, i tossed the phone to my friend during soccer practice, and it hit the post really hard. When i got to it, i found out that all that happened was that only half of the screen was broken, and the other half was still in great condition. Unfortunaltly, i needed the othter half to see what i was doing, so i had to get a new phone. Now my new phone is really fragile, and when i was playing basketball on the cement, i accidentaly scraped it along the ground when i was slipping. So now it has a huge scrape at the back of it, but other than that, i would say that it is in pretty good condition. My arm is killing me from doing plyos yesterday, and i cant really use it so i will only type with my left hand.,.. this is alot much harder than using 2 hands, and excuss me if i make a mistake because this feels very unconfortable and weird.......if u were wondering, Plyos are a workout to help you increase many aspects. An example is if you apply 1000 pounds of force in 1 second, but put all that power in half a second and it will be 2000 pounds of force. That is like how to practice plyometric jumping. If i use only .5 seconds to constraint all my muscles to jump, than i will increase my height, than using .7 sec

tricks for kids

Little tricks are for kids. My friends younger brother always tries to trick us by saying some very odd stuff. Like when we want to sit down to go on the computer, he says "watch out, theres a snake on the chair". I dont know why, but I scan the chair and he always bursts out laughing. Once he laughed when i said "Cupa Joe". Little kids have the weirdest sence of humor. Now im thinking that maybe i was like that when i was a child and i made foolish jokes like that. If its ............ If i was like that as a child, then i feel sad for my parents, having them laugh at all my stupid jokes. But i dont remember being like that, mostly beacuse i was to involved in sports and had no time to goof off. Their are many ways i goof of today, some may still seem childish. Sometimes i use my dumb voice to make fun of a person or friend im talking to. An example is when they add emphasis to a word by accident that shouldnt have that big of an emphasis, i rewind a couple of words, but i make the word they empshasised seem alot more dumber. Hmm. U never know, but i think everybody still has a childish aspect that they still have today. Some may be not even good. Maybe a person may whine alot, just like a five year old would. I have seen whoopie cushions by my friends, but realy, i found them rather insulting and disgusting to tell you the truth. Their was alot more funny stuff, and it really seemed like a boring thing. So what if u hear a fake fart. The person will just show everybody the whoopie cushion and its over. There are so many stupid little tricks my friends younger brother pulls off, that i feel like i can write a book on them and to show you how to avoid them. One of them is when he asks why something and something was done. You anwer

It was a dark and stormy night...

I remember writing stories as a child that started with exactly this beginning, or even "It was a dark and stormy (insert date here) night.... I think this is the first time ms.I gave us an actuall topic, and we still complained. Well, its imposible to please us unless she took us to the volleyball game. As a child, i used the topic to usually write a horror or a mystery story, but they always suked. My best story that i have ever written i think was during Grade.7, since that was when we got to write a story about anything WE wanted. My story, luckily, did not start with "it was a dark and stormy night" or anything of that sorts. Instead, my story was similar to the movie "The Core". In the movie, a group of expeditioners try to reach the core of the earth. That was actually the only similarity between my story and the movie. I didnt even know about the movie until about 3 months after i handed in my assignment. For some reason, i write better stories if it is based on nothing, because then it lets my imagination flow, and i dont have to worry of it being to similar to another story, since i dont know one. Thats why i kinda stopped reading books in Grade.9, because most of the time it took away my imagination (so did video games) and when i wrote a story about something, i thought about the movie or book that was similar to it, and try to dramastically change it around. I find that the worst part of being a writter, because i like using my imaginiation to create new characters, new worlds, new thoughts, emotions, and gods. What i dont like is that if i write something that is even somewhat similar to another story, i go blank trying to come up with another one. So, now i am stuck of what i should write, and its really killing me, because now i am reminded of how my imagination has gotten worse and worse. The worst part is now i try to think everything out logically, so that it would actually happen like that in real life. I think that is why i have to make up a

colourless green ideas sleep furiously

This is randomest topic ever. Soooo, ill just do one topic at a time. Water is colourless, and if is infested or moldy it can turn green...... I can imagine colourless green ideas sleep furiously being used in a story that Ms.I would write. She could say that the bear had colourless green ideas which sleep furiously in the winter time while it hibernates. Then she would go on and on what the ideas are because ideas seem to be the main topic of the words she gave us.
Colourless green ideas sleep furiously as the night wispers to its followers. Haha, i just went with what 1st comes to my mind. Maybe the topic we have was used in a poem, or to be a metaphor towards something else. Ive heard of people that when they hear sounds, they see colours also. This mostly happens to women, and maybe from wherever ms.I got this from, maybe its from a book about a person who instead of hearing sounds and voices, she sees sounds and emotions in ideas. something being colourless could signify that it the sound or emotioni is bland and their is nothing special to it, like just walking past some stranger, u dont have an emotional attachment to them. Green could be the colours of fall which can mean rejoicing. ideas are ideas. sleep is peacefullness and calm, and furiousness is furious and anger.... So maybe if this was a discription of a character, it would be that they are half dull jet joyfull, but they might me thinking of killing themselves furiously to cause themselves to be in peace..... ummm. i dont know what to write......
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WTF!!!

So, i dont really say WTF, but i spell the words out once in a while when im really mad (What the FU**!). A moment that this happens to me alot is when i play soccer. Im the captain of the team, and i have to organize everybody into the right position. To sometimes get my point across, i have to yell because the field is so big. Many times if a player is caught out of position or makes a rookie mistake, i usually spaz out by saying "WHAT THE FU** WAS THAT!" Sometimes i dont even mean to say it to them, but it just comes out............ The funny part about is that the ref cant actually get me in trouble because im usually cussing at myself or my teamates. Althought i have had him sometimes come up to me and tell me to calm down, which i never listen to his advice, cause what does he know. I remember the days when i used to say what the fudge when i was mad, but that was until i was about 12 years old. Then i started to say WTF because it gave more of an impact to whatever point i was trying to make go across..............

Character Sketch

Male - M
Female - F

M: You wanna eat?
F: Yeah, but I'm too lazy
M: OMG!
F: Just go buy something and come back
M: Why? What are you going to do around the school?
F: I don't know.... I just feel like staying around for the volleyball game
M: Wow! Nevermind... I don't want to go by myself
F: Alright, these girls are so bad! They still under hand serve
M: Haha! I know right
F: You think our girls will go far?
M: Dun, come on.... what kind of question is that!
F: Haha okay there... someone knows their stuff
M: Yeah no shit!
F: Kamn.... 21-10, now that sucks!
M: Haha not for us!
F: Oh yeah... forsure!
M: Well, I'm going to go home and eat cuz' they obviously won already
F: Kay, see you at school tomorrow!
M: Later.

Male - M
The male in the conversation seems like a 15-18 year old teen going to highschool. He seems like he likes to always be with someone and never goes anywhere alone. He also looks like he is very athletic because he knows about volleyball, and most people who talk about sports are into sports themselves. He also seems like the person who is very confident in himself and in the decision that he makes. The male is very chatty because he always has something to say and he seems to lead the conversation and know what he is talking about. He also has a sense of humour since he seems to laugh alot. I would say he is filipino only because Paul gave this to me, and this sounds like a conversation between someone in our school.
Background story - Being raised by a filipino family who cared after him, he grew up to be successful at many different types of sports. He got above B average in school, and always had a group of friends with him. He likes to involved into anything and everything that is happening around him, as long as it includes his pears. He is still very close to his parents because he goes home to eat with them.

Female - F
She doesnt always follow the crowd and stands up for herself. She likes to be independent and make her own decisions and is not influenced by other people. She is, just like the male, into sports, and epecially volleyball, She seems like she in also between the age of 15-18 and attending high school. She seems like she likes to be with just a friend or two, but is flustered if there are many, since she doesnt know which one to talk to. She is also very skeptic because she has some doubts about how far the volleyball team will go, which shows somewhat a lack of faith and confidence. I would asume that her parents are either filipino or european.
Background story - Being born into a loving family, she slowly started to stray away from her parents, including her mother. Allthought her bond with her mother is close, it is not as much as it was when she was 5 and needed her mothers attention everywhere she went. A well educated person who loves physical activity. Her most favorite sport is volleyball in which she has the heart and passion to one day be a great volleyball player.

Texted Converstion
Male - M
Female - F

F: did u watch it?
M: No, i was busy
F: doin what?
M: homewrk
F: omg, u suk then
M: y?
F: we won
M: really? how much
F: im not tellin
M: come on, plz
F: no
M: what do i have to do find out the score?
F: ask some1 else
M: umm, ok
F: (1 hour later) 16-21,14-21, 7-15

Things under my bed

Well, today all i have under my bed are books that i do not use and some other things such like old soccer trophies, comic books, and board games for little kids such as Trouble, and Aggravation. Well, thats all i have under my bed, except for things that just fall in just like a outdoor hockey puck, mini soccer balls, and some toys that my friends brother plays with, and forgets about them after they go under the bed. I heard that many times kids were scared of mosters under their bed. but that had never scared me. I just mostly laughed at the kids that believed im mosters under my bed. One day i was actually curious if mosters were really under the bed and i checked. To my surprise i did find a moster, actually, a very small monster, a spider. So i just laughed at this more and the next day i told the people who are afraid of monsters, that i actually saw a monster and it almost ate me. The worst part is that a couple of days later i learnt that bugs go into your mouth when u sleep, and u eat them alive. So right when i got home, i checked under the bed and saw no spider, and my stomach gave a big lurch and my mouth tasted like i actually had eaten a spider.... Silly me.....

the wettest place in my room!

The wettest place in my room would be the......... window. it may seem unintresting but thats the truth. Because behind my window is my desk with a hard surface, than it reflects the sun back onto my window. Since my house is in a low quality complex, the building is not built very well, and when the water evaporates, but instead on the outside, it penetrates the tiny wholes that only water molecules could fit in, and than it gets stuck in my room. Thats pretty much all about the wettest place in my room............... So i read how much paul has written, cause im pretty bored. Id like to say that paul is the only person that drools, just cause the thought would be funny, but he isnt..... I just read how paul flips his pillow if one side is drooled on and than drools on the other side. Lol. found out his mom has to clean up after him. Well, btw, i dont really drool when i sleep, but who has nover drooled. I have drooled sometimes trying to fall asleep, but than my own drool wakes me up since i will wake up with a millimetre of disturbance. So... back to paul, hes at the denial stage and is trying to cover up how he doesnt drool anymore, but he drops in hints in the text that could support the argument that infact he still does drool. and maybe even alot.......well duh paul never drools when your back is to the mattress, cause than gravity pulls the saliva back into your mouth. silly paul. and hes a 4.0 GPA student. well so am i> haha. I just read the funnniest line from pauls thing. he says he hopes that he finds a girl that is ok with drool. I personally am disgusted my drool, even if it my own. I might make fun if i see another person drool, but really, i only make fun of them because i dont care if they make fun of me. So... now i have nothing to write. Hmm, maybe pearson will give me an inspiration. NVM, hes no help, hes just 2 far to look at what hes writting :( SO... now that i have nothing to write about the wettest place in my room, ill talk about the driest place. Ummm, maybe the heater is the driest lol. Thats obvs. Hmm i hope Ms.I tells us to hit post soon, cause i got nothing in my head flowing with ideas, except for how to make this keep on going and going and going and going and going and going and going. i hope u get the idea, but if u dont, than keep going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and goin

the best place to...

The best place to.... i have no idea. for me. there is never a best place, but only a better one. but i find a new place and then that is the best place, and this cycle just keeps on repeating itself over and over again. So.. im the only guy in this class, but Pearson came in, so now theirs 2. Miss. I thinks i should take advantage of being the only guy in class, but im not that type of person. Ok. I remember a commercial on discovery channel that says the best place on earth, and shows many exotic areas. I dont know if i even have a best place on earth. For me, the best place in the world is in my little intelligent mind-flowing head. I always come up with an idea to anything, wherever i am, and try to incorporate the surrounding. Since im a guy, sometimes i make up how a video game would work in the area i am in, sometimes a movie, or sometimes even how to make a photograph in that area special (since my dad is a proffesional photographer and taught me everything that i know. SOO... The best place to have fun is with your friends. I heard that somewhere, maybe on tv, and i think that this is true, as long as your friends are not backstabbers O_o. So now that u know that i think their is no best place for everything, that does not mean that their is never a best place. It all depends on the time and place to make everything right. If you meet a girl at a club, that might not be necessarily the best place, because she might be into you just because she's to drunk. You get the drift..(i hope) SO... now that i have absolutely nothing to write about, i will talk giberish for 1 line and so if u will actually read this, call it a test if u will: hlka hwohg agog ytpw wbnmcx hwop njwgi iwoaw hgjw ghwi po wiu bnkz hwu ahwu jbzk afe wo. So, i bet you wont notice that little segment their. Now that we have that cleared up, i am full o

Texted Conversation

Alex - A
Lauren - B

A: Are u going to buy it?
B: Maybe, depends if it costs alot
A: i can pitch half the price if u need it
B: ty
A: np
B: sooo..... do u know where the best place to buy it?
A: well, im was gona go to Gregg
B: i know Gregg, i owe him a bit of money
A: well maybe youll pay half and what u owe
B: and u will pay the other half?
A: Yaaaa!!
B: Ok, so meet in Wingrove Palace
A: kk, ill see you tmrw
B: omg i just reallized
A: ???
B: for a bunch of billionaries, why are we buying happiness
A: cause we have none
B: :(

Oh no no!!!

oh no no. Well, ive barely heard someone use this unless they were just goofing aound, and only girls use it ( i hope). Well i can see how guys might use it just to make fun of them, but not on a frequent basis.btw 2 computers that i logged onto didnt work, so i wasted about five to ten minutes just trying to get on a computer. So if this blog is small, its not my fault, its the computes.

Its only a matter of time

Its only a matter of time until the world end.... thats the only thing with the words "its only a matter of time" that i can remember. It was in Apocalypse or War of the Worlds, but i dont remember which. Sometimes my parents say that if they know i am hidding something from them. They always say (in Polish of course) "its going to be only a matter of time until we find out." But that threat never works, because i have gotten really good at blocking out anything that i want in my life. Including remembering what my parents said or what threat they tried to pose on me. SO........ really, its only a matter of time" can be used in many contexts, such as "Its only a matter of time": (insert anything that can happen in the future, and is highly reasonable). Almost anything you can think of can happen to you, but you have to be ready for the things that you dont know will happen. Lol, that seems pretty deep, but if u read it it might sound lame. SOOSOSOSOOSOSOSOS.......I cant really think of anything right now so im going to make up a short story about the topic :ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME (sorry 4 caps)

One day their was a small child who always liked to play on the monkey bars. His parents told him to be carefull and that it will only be a matter of time until he hurts himself. Not listening to their advice, the boy plays around not taking precaution, and falls. He falls 5 feet of the ground , but lands on his head with a big thud. He was rushed to the emergency room only to find out that he would have to be in a wheelchair his whole life. THE END

I know its kinda lame, actually, its horrible, but atleast im trying to write about the topic and not just pressing dot,dot,dot,dot............I still dont know what to write about ..............................................................................................

My first step

My 1st step as a baby i wrote about in my autobiography. So i will skip that point. Instead i will talk about something new that i have done that i have never done before..... Something that i have never done before is..... Well maybe my first step in trying to learn a how to ride a bike. I was in Poland and they had 1 rusted old bike hidden up their in the shed. My family let me take it out to try to learn how to ride it. The worst part is, this was when i was almost 5 years old, and the bike was for adults. So just to get on the bike, i had to put it up against the wall, and use a small ladder to get on it. The best part is that no one had ever helped me, so i know that i did it independatly which makes me feel proud. So, when i finally got a hang how to get on the bike, i started pedalling as fast as my skinny legs would let me peddal. I learned to ride straight easily enough, but when i got to the edge of the building and had to turn, that was when i always kept on falling over. After about practicing for about a week, i was able to make the turn but unfortunatly i kept on turning after the corner and went right up to the wall. Another week of practicing went by and i finally knew how to get on the bike, go straight, turn, and go straight again. So after that accomplishment i was so proud that almost everytime i had nothing to do, i would just go back into the shed and take out the old rusted bike and ride it around my block. My family has a weird gene towards bikes, because a lot of my family members ride bikes in competions, motocross bikes, etc.......Another 1st step of mine was when i was about 11 years old, that is when i first started to play soccer. I was almost 12, and my parents decided to join me up on a real team. It was a real rush to take my first step onto the soccer field. I was so nervous that i thought i was going to pee in my pants. After the 1st whistle went, my nervous relaxed and whenever the ball touched my feet, it felt as if i was playing a beautiful song, or dancing, but while playing soccer. It is very hard to describe ones own passion for a certain hobby, because everyone can feel it in a different way. Luckily in the game i didnt get injured, or nothing bad of that sorts, but unfortunately we lost. Oh well. Maybe ill have better luck next time, and my soccer journey had just began. SOSOSOSOSOSOSO..... i think that i am done writting about this stuff, but i cant really be so sure, so maybe if i write more, a thought will come......or not............Umm, another 1st step in my life could be, umm,umm...........................................im having t

What Turkey?

.....What Turkey?..... Thsi makes me remember all of my Thanksgiving dinners, and in every one that we had at our house, we never had a turkey. I remember the most expensive thing i had on thanksgiving was duck, but i didnt like it. other than that we usually just have normal chicken with nothing special about it. We usually have our closest friends over. The reason why they are the closest is because they knew eachother since the moment my dad was born, and they live a 20 second walk away from our house. Lukily yesterday, October 2009, we went over to their house and my friends dad cooked the turkey. I dont really like alot of meat, so i gave most of it to my friends, but after dinner, i ate a ton of chips. I never ate when guests came over, or i went to the guests. I usually ate snacks inbetween, or after they left. I dont know y, but i just am always full when i sit down to eat dinner with guests. Its different if their are no parents around, and its a birthday party. Maybe the adults scare me, and i dont know y....... Well, ive sorta stayed on the topic, buat i keep of thinking of the song "Our House", and i dont know why.... So, umm. My family really doesnt do alot on thanksgiveing. Maybe the best moment of this long weekend was when my friend asked me if i would be willing to sneak on his soccer team during the thanksgiving soccer tournament. My parents let me go, and even his coach approved. During the game i was carefull not to score a goal or get a card, because if i did, then the referee would put my number down and if someone checked the scoreshett. They would notice that no one is registered to play the number i used, 17. He would have gotten in alot of trouble, but i just tried to play normally, but more defensive, as not to get a breakaway. That was maybe the best part about thanksgiving. So other than that nothing really interesting was happening much during these holidays. so now i know nothing to write about, becasue i dont even remember the other thanksgivings that much. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
im going to wait until Ms.I tells us to post, so i dont know what to do now,hmm.............reading pauls blog.......phone rings................................................im bored.........................it feels like half an hour. I didnt finish my autobiography because my memory stikc had a 2007 word document, and my computer and my dads have only 2003, so i couldnt do anything over the weekeng. Sry Ms. I. Ill finish it be thursday for sure.

She went on and on and on and on and on....

A couple of years ago, i met this girl........... i use to go to an old elementary with her until grade four, and then i left the school do go to St. Anthony of Padua in Vancouver. When i saw her, i didnt even recognize her because i just didnt, but she noticed me because my face hasnt change for almost my whole life. After a while, i finally remembered her. I asked her how she was doing, and she started talking about how much....... her life was so sucky, and she didnt want to go to school, she wanted to run away, and everything after that was just blah blah blah. I think she talked to me for half an hour. It was so weird, because she was talking like blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblhalbhablahblah
blahblahblhablahblahblahblah....wow, that was just like using dots, maybe ull get tired reading this, like i got bored of her, but i had her talking to me for half an hour. It felt like the slowest half an hour of my life, because i had to keep eye contact so that she wouldnt be mad at me, but i just starred past her like she wasnt their. She finally caught on after half an hour, that i wans't paying attention to her, and she fell silent. I think it was maybe one of the happiest moments of my life. It was like all the torture she put upon me was over. She then asked me how i was doing, and i said "alright". And thats it. I know maybe its being mean , but i didnt want to talk alot, i just wanted her of the bus. When i finally got to my stop, i said an akward goodbye and then went on my way to my friends house..........................

I remember

I remember very random stuff.... like when a teacher says that their is a test next class, and i dont put it in my planner, i will most likely forget right after i leave out the door. I will, however, remember things that are very unsignifacant, like a random person on the skytrain, i can visualize exactly what he looked, like, what he was wearing, what shoes he had, and even more detail. The thing is im very intuative as long as i actually pay attention. If i was robbed by a person, but saw them, i would most likely be able to give a very detailed description to the police. The worst part is although i remember things like that, i cannot for the life of me remember anything when i play sports. Like if i have to go somewhere right after, i will completely forget .......... I dont know why it mostly happens when i play sports, maybe its because i get very hyped up and try to put myself in the zone. Even though, i remember some stuff while playing sports, but again, its pointless. Some things like these include what that person usually does to try to beat me 1 versus 1. This is very good for me while playing sports, but maybe a year later, i still will remember the person and all these facts about them, just out of the blue. So now to try to remember things that i actually need, i put all my school work in my planner (like im suppose too) and some things like getting a haircut, etc. i put on my phones calendar, so that i get reminded by my phone when it vibrates. Sometimes it even vibrates at school, but that usually is to remind me to take my medicine or something in that sorts..............

hell no!

Hell No!... ummm............. it reminds me of expressions of when im not going to do it, and likely never will. Now that i think about this, a motivation speaker could use this. Maybe they do, ive never heard one really, just only in movies.......................................Im really stuck, maybe some peple found to write this in a religious manner, but not me, i have no clue what im going to write about. Sooooo... ill look at pauls for inspiration.......nvr mind, he hasnt even started, but just wrote random things like i am now............... Well, maybe i can write about a time in my life when i thought something could never happen, and it did, hmmm..............................................................i think i got one now. When i was in Poland at the age of around 5 to 6. I was in my grandmas house, but everyone lived their or where neighbours to her. So when i got their, i did not speak very well in Polish, well, mainly because i only started to say words when i was almost 4. So anyways, when i was their, i did not know anybody because i had never even met them before. The only person i knew was my grandpa, because he came to Canada when i was just born. Anyways, i was their, and one day they took me out to the farm. I thought that i was just going to watch how its done, and do some easy jobs. But i had to stack hay up and after a while it started to get very heavy. I had to cut the grass with a scythe and it was actually pretty fun. But the worst part was that after 3 hours of intensicve labour, it started to get really

lol

lol. i use it alot actually. When i talk online to friends, i dont even notice that i use lol way to much. Like if i just.................. say something that is suppose to be taking in a joking fashion, then i type lol usually after or before my sentence. An example of theis is "u suk, lol". By that i mean that im just joking around. writing about lol now is making me think of all the shortcuts i use when im typing............. some of them include lol(of course), jk(just kidding), btw (by the way), omw (on my way), brb ( be right back) and many more. maybe ill try to do my next post by doing these little shortcuts instead the full word, just for fun. or maybe not, because that will not help me in the longrun when i might actually have to wrtite something like an actually story, poem, etc........... I dont really use haha, but sometimes i actually use it, i dont know why. I remeber another shortcut, y. ofcourse, y means why. I dont like the people that when their talking to you, face to face, actually use the words lol, and all the other ones, because i understand that typing lol or brt is faster or the only way to show that u think its funny, or saying be right their...................... Those people that actually say things like lol sometimes get on my nervers. For some reason, now in society, when tolking to a person, it is acceptable to use abbreviations such as bf, or omg, blah, blah, blah. I just realized that people dont use blah,blah,blah as much as they did about 5 years ago. Maybe its becasue it takes to long to write. Like i use my own little abrreviations and shortcuts such as meh, which means that i dont care. I usually use it when some1 asks me to go somewhere and they give me 2 options and ask me where i want to go, ill usually respond by saying, "meh, idc". I could name so many little shortcuts that could fill up so many pages on microsoft word, its not even funny. If u look back a couple sentences, and read them over a couple times, u can notice many words that can be SHRINKED. Examples of these are ......................................sry, i was talking to paul beside me.

A day in the life of Paul Catao

Waking up at 7:45 am i ...................................................... get dressed for school and dioubel and triple check if my homework is done and done correctly. After that i wash up and leave for school. I arrive at school usually about 8:15 am and i usually just chill out near my locker. Going to my first class, i make sure i have all the textbook s and workbooks for that class that were given to us and i ....... go to class................... In class i usually just sit back and do the homework ahead of time so that i will have less to do at home. After my 1st 2 classes, i chill out near my locker again, having no life........................................................After my 3rd class of sitting quietly in the corner of the room, i go to the cafeteria to eat my lunch which usually consists of something and rice. After i finish eating, i go to my locker and put all the books away that i do not need, and i................. get all the books that i do need for my last class of the day. I head to class early so to make sure i dont get late and miss anything. After class, i go to my locker, and then chill out usually with Raf, Arvin, or anybody else thats gona hang out with me.

My Scars

Some scars in my life are ..... their are many that include alot of scars both physical and emotional................. My most remembered physical scars iis that when i was a little boy, at about the age of 4 to 5, i was playing with my tag with my friend. I was just about to catch him and he took a sharp turn, because infront of him was a wall. I had not noticed that i was chasing him towards a wall, and when he turned he caught me by surprise.... Actually, it was a fireplace that he turned around, and that i kept on running straight as fast as i could towards it. I had hit the fireplace with my nose...... and it broke. I did not remember much after that, but my parents had told me the rest of what happened. Since my mom was working, my dad had to take me to the hospital. I was crying in the car because i had a big gush of blood coming out of my nose. When we finally got to the hospital, they would not take me in because my dad didn not have my care card with him, but instead my mom did. The porblem was that my mom didnt have a cellphone, and my dad didnt know the number to her job, so he had to take me back in the car, drive to her work, take her care card, and drive back to the hospiteal. The problem was that this was during lunch time, so their was alot of traffic around and that it took about two hours to get back to the hospital from leaving it. So when we got back to the hospital, they finally accepted me and they had given me stitches. The worst part is that now in my life, my nose is always stuffy or running...... This doesnt stop me in any way in my life, and ive gotten used to it, the only thing it bothers with me is that when another person (such as my mom, duh) thinks im sick when really it is just normal. So you could say that this scar could be both physical and emotional, but atleast it doesnt not impact my life in a big way today.................. Their are many other scars in my life, like when i was bullied when i was little, but ive already wrtitten about that in another post.............. nowadays i dont really get scared, because of who i am, and through all the things ive gone through lik

Autobiography - Birth

Life is a thing to cherish, but moments are worth remembering. I was an easy delivery for my mother, who did not have to go through much labor, and when I came out of her womb, I looked around the entire hospital room. I could not see very well, only little smudges and outlines of people from the light, but what I did see was outlines of big figures. It’s like a dream where the trees grow big and cover you, but instead of crying and being scared, I was curious and intruiged but what was going to happen next. I did not cry at all, but just looked at all the outlines of these creatures. These creatures were really my mom, dad, grandfather, doctors, and nurses, but I didn’t even think in any language. Somehow, just by looking at them, I knew that almost no harm could be done to me. For the first time in about a second of the start of my life, I was wrong . The next couple of days at the hospital were the worst. When my mom finally got me to go to sleep, then a doctor came in and injected me with a cold ice needle that pierced my skin and took away some of the precious blood that my body needs. Again, I fell asleep for about two minutes, but then another nurse came in and weighed me again. Again, I was going to fall asleep, but another nurse came in to show my mom how to put some weird things in my mouth, which after a year I learned that it was called food. When for the third time, the nurse woke up, I had started crying for the first time in my short life that was less than about two hours long.

Things that are wet

Water.... Well no duh. Water is wet because it is a liquid.............Btw, sorry some posts are before another post their not suppose to be, but I was sick and have to make up for all the things i missed. Ok. Back to water. water, water, Water, WATER. Ok im stuck...................................... so water is very ummm, colorless, and ummm, tasteless..... Their are alot of things that are wet, all be it that they mostly include water. Like a swimming pool, with water in it, duh. A sink is usually wet. Im so off my day today, that i cnat even right right about anything, and even harder to talk about a subject such as things that are wet. Now im just gona go on a rage of how this kinda pisses me off. Can we come up with topics ourselves, and every class you ask one of us to tell you a topic, and that we would do that topic. I think that would be more interresting because it would cause us to think more of what we want the class to think about, while it still is not going to take forever to do for homeword. I have a question for you. Where do get all of these random topics. Do you just go to google and type in "random topics"and they pop up for you. Wow it's already been 15 minutes, so see y

Get out!!!!

I was trapped in a closet once as a child, but it was no ordinary closet. It was one of those closet rooms that were almost the size of the bedroom. It was locked from the outside and all i could do was bang on the walls and the door, but to no avail. Nobody was home at that time you see. It was around 1pm, and my dad did not return from work until 6 o'clock. I had gotten in this typoe of predicament because i was looking for some toys in this closet, when through the opened window, a strong gush of wind came bye and closed the door. The thing was that the door locks when it closes ( I dont know why, dont ask me , that is just how the builder made it)...................sorry for that pause, had to change the song i was listening too. I was listening to a song from my favorite band, Coldplay, and then another sang that i didnt like from another band called Unguskullen came on. I know that Unguskullen sounds like a heavey metal band, but they really play very soft music, which can be kinda contraversary. Ok. back to the story. So i was trapped in the closet.... ummm... oh ya ......i lost it again...........................ok. so i was stuck and didnt know how to get out. so i decided to turn the light on and play some lego (btw this happened when i was about 10 years old). I started to play with my lego, until i found a piece that u use from a flag and that it was ............... i dont know how, but i wanted to try to pick the lock like the proffesionals. But unfortunaltly the lock had only 1 whole, that it might not fit in, but i decided i must try, because i was starting to get hungry and that i was beggining to get bored, alot. So i put it in to the old lock........................ sry again, had to change song, agian. This time i wont talk about the song, just jump back in the story. Sooooooo, i was in the closet. i remember, now i put the small piece into the old lock that we had, and rotated the old styled bronze handle. After that, for some freason, it opened but i was not surprised........ The worst part of this was that when i got out, i went to the kitchen for some food. I looked up at the clock which read around 5:45 and that it was almost 6. I was quite frustrated, but also happy because i had a story to tell. I had realized that i wasted so much time playing lego, and that the lock was easy to pick.......wow..................................ok. sry had another song change again. so i was kinda mad at wasting half of my day. Hmmm, now i dont know what to write, yes, our sub said we are over.

Descriptive PK

I placed the cold hard object on the ground, and turned my frozen back to it. Counting out my steps like a little child learning his first ever numbers. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. I stopped at that number, while staring still with my back towards the object which would decide everything. I look around and see many tired and worn out faces. The cold hard bitter air is making everyones breath look like it could be their last. I look far off in the distance, not focusing on any specific small point, but thinking of times that it had happened before. All the glory and the celebration. All the heart warming hugs, the cold hard punches, the jumps of overwhelming joy and the yell of mad driven warriors. All this I had tried to think of, until my mind swepped aside all the happy and memorufull thoughts and had brought in the bitter dissapointments. All the momentum of everything rested on my chipped shoulders. All of the peoples hopes and dreams which i could fulfill or smight in a show of long lasted glory. Everything i could hope for could happen, but also could what i did not want to happen. I smell the cold bitter air trying to get some of my all important high adrenaline running, but all i could feel was the air freezing up my lungs and throat, as if they were like parasites eating out the inside of my body like flies would eat up a dead animal corpse. Then i came like a raging thunderbolt from heaven back to the world of reality we call earth. I ran, counting out my steps. My feet are stepping on the ground as if they were soft clouds hovering in the sky. Making my leg skid across the frozen ground like they would snap off if they took a normal step. I run up ready to use all my precision and also power, but most importantly making sure not to miss. I kick the soccer ball which heads towards goal like a bullet, whistling through the air and going almost as fast as the speed of sound. The next thing even i dont know what happens...

Limited Autobiography- the start of my day

Having woken up at 6:02, i took my covers off of me and threw them aside gently. I scooted out of my bed, bent down and pressed the big start key on my computer. I then stood up again and plugged in the power to the monitor, and turned on the speaker, although only to the lowest level when nothing could still be heard. Having done this as a daily routine, i went to the kitchen and took my nutella made bread which my mom make me every night. I took the plastic cover off and open the garbage can, and fiercely put it in, having it finally let go of my fingers. I then walked on tiptoes into my room, avoiding the dirt on the ground, and also making no noise. While i was going their, i had a peek by my parents room, making sure i had not woken them up. When i entered my room, i placed the plate and cup on my table, went to close the door, and turned on the monitor screen. I bent down, took out the microphones and put them in the side of the speaker. I then put the volume, to what i like to listen to, although many people might think that it was too quiet, and i turned on the internet. Looking at my google homepage, i typed in youtube, and turned on episodes of home improvement, because of how long i hadn't watched it. I took a bite into my nutella sandwhich and after finishing the sandwhich, i chugged the drink down. After this i heard some noises outside my room, and i knew that my mom must have woken up. I paused the episode that i was watching and listened a bit longer that if it was really her, or i just imagined it. Having heard nothing for a while, i plugged my microphones back in and pressed play to continue with the episode. I stood up after finishing the episode, and picked up the plate and cup and took it to the kitchen. Again, while going i was carefull to be quiet, and i looked into my parents room again as i had walked by it to see if my parents were sleeping. Having put the dishes away, i looked at the clock which read 6:23, and i knew that my dad's alarm would go off in about 2 minutes. I headed back into my room, but this time i took a book and sat down near my computer. I had heard the alarm go off, and heard it turned back on. I listened a bit in on what my dad was doing, i heard him in the kitchen, then turn on the television for about 5 minutes. He usually watches the news or weather. After that i heard him take the spoon for the shoes and heard him put it back. I heard the door open, close and then locked.

Do you wanna?

......asking questions of .......... asking people to go to places, to do something for them....... one day me and my friend walked to the soccer field slowly and ................. talked about what we wanted to do the next couple of days. Our talk escaladed all the way to being ...... what we wo8uld like to be when we group up oneday.... He said that he wwanted to become a hotdotg vendor and that he even told me how much money he would like to make. He told me that in a prime location, a hotdog vendomr could make upwards of up to half a million dolla rs a year..... I told him htat i would like to become a lawyer one day. This interested me because i like to solve problems, bot but ones that could give me a mental challange. After talking about htis, when i came home, i started researching all that i could about lawyers. I found out what school i would like to go, the job requirements, the salary, and alot more. Weirdly enough, i found another job that looked intersting and decided to see its basic information. I pressed on the link for ambassador, and amazingly i found they make about 35,000 dollars an hour. At first i thought this was a mistake, but hten i realized that maybe it was not. The government is a rich place, and maybe the ambassadors work a few hours a year, but have to prepare all year for those few hours of work.. Now i dont know what to relally talk about with the topic do you wanna?, except for things that happend in everyday likfe life like asking some one if they want to go some where and if they want to do something.............. It also reminds me of movies when their is usually something very suspensful said...... They always make the movies have something to unrealistic about them, and they are very akwards sometimes to watch because in reallity, that would have never happende. like if a person where to drive a car into a nother car, most likely both cars would be destroyed. But usually the persons car who is running awway can drive away, but hte chasers car gets broken down. Many explosions in movies add to the quality, but many times after watching a movie for another time, then it ... because apparent that that could never be even rometely true to what would have ahappened if that happended in real life. Now i mostly like movies that maybe have a creative side around them, but do not overexxagurate on the sides such as things of what we know will happen. Like shooting a cars gas tank will not cause it to explode, but in almost every movie, this is exactly what happends. One of my favorite movie is Oceans Eleven and Oceans Thirteen. They are both about a set of criminals who try to steal a high security casino in the heart of LAS VEGAS. with those movies, i found that they stay very realistic and it does not spoil the secret of how the criminals leave the casino with all the money that they have taken from it. Now my hands are getting a bit tired. and my head is starting to hurt because alot of thoughts are flowing through my head now , and it is too much to all express right now

Potato Hoedown

Ohhhh, ay-dee ay-dee ay-dee ay-dee ay-dee ay-dee ay,
One day I married a potato,
a potato on a horse.
When I tried to kiss it,
it sang a little chorus.
Now that were divorced,
all is good and neat,
but now that it's over
I am really beat.
Ohhhh, ay-dee ay-dee ay-dee ay-dee ay-dee ay-dee ay.

Potato

potato gun..... Mr. Doktor's story about his teacher, when he had just shot a .................. paper towel out of his home made potato gun, and forgot to make wet the towel in water. He told us that it came out shooting like a fireball out of the gun and hit the door. Since the door was just painted...... it caught on fire and he almost got kicked out of school. Next time he decided to go outside and decided this time to purposefully not soak the paper towel in water, so that it would be a fireball. But to ignite it, he used oxygen, which creates a big explosion if under pressure and combined with water...............................His potato gun had realised the towel in a fireball, but the back of the ........ gun had blown up and almost hit the students.............................. the paper towel had flown all the way into the ... tree and the teacher told a kid to get it. By the time the kid got near the tree, it was already on fire and the ... fire trucks had come....... Carlo Pinieda in Grade 8 when he had a potato gun in French class and used to shot it to the front of the class when Mr. Zahhar or any substitute teacher was not looking..................... Potatos also remind me of french fries and food, so right now i am really hungry........ i feel like going to a fast food restaurant and get some fries now.................