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.................