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