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So for this week the challenge was to write on the subject of “Saying Too Much”. I had no idea what to write about, and still have no idea to write about so I will tell you a story about my Thursday
It all began with waking up at 6:50 to take a six minute shower so that my little brother Nigel and my pops could also have enough hot water to shower before heading out for the day. I turned on the water hoping that a hot shower would be worth the early wakeup, to my surprise the water took just around six minutes to heat up. So I took my luke warm shower with pride looking forward to the nice day out. I then got out and went over to my ping pong table to pick out some clothes out of the large stacks of clean clothes scattered about due to my family’s messy ways. In that time I had woken up Nigel who then started talking under his breath towards me because he can’t stand the fact that I got up before him to take a shower. I then got dressed headed over to my laundry room, following the two hungry cats meowing at me. I got them some food and replaced their water; I sat for a second or two after doing so, watching them fight for the larger mound of cat food. I walked upstairs to brush my teeth before heading out for the tour de France bike ride to school. At the top of the stairs I look out my back bar to see that it had rained, the ground wet, cloudy grey skies, and my dad walking the dog back into my yard.  I then knew that this day wasn’t the “nice day” I was hoping for in the shower. I then brushed my teeth, threw on some deodorant, put on a jacket, filled my green canteen with some trader joes juice. I drank half of the bottle, and then refilled it. Grabbed my bike from the crowded front porch, and headed out. The cold gloomy bike ride only brought down my mood; Zane had decided not to bike that day, last minute of course. So my bike ride was also a lonely one. I got to school surprisingly fast, walking in looking like a hurricane had hit my house. The lights of South High School mess with my eyes every day, and the administration looks at me like I’m on some kind of drugs. It bothers me more and more every day. Throughout the day more and more things blow up in my face about prom, who’s going with who? Who am I asking? Who’s group am I in? How am I asking whoever I ask? The stress and pressure aggravates me as the day goes on. Finally I find a way to ask someone, and have it all planned out.  Later that day, on my long bike ride home after moving bricks across a yard for two hours, I got a text from the girl who I was planning on asking, it said that she didn’t want to go anymore even if I asked. I then put together the only reason in the beginning that she wanted to go, was to accompany her friend from another school that was going. I then stopped on my bike stood for a second to catch my breath, and screamed “FUCK!” at the top of my lungs. I looked over to the right of me, my luck that a woman was walking with her four year old son. She covered his ears and gave me a glare. I need to get off now because Mr. Roseboom is getting mad at me for doing this in his class, okay bye

Wierd Not really scary blog

    A long time ago, in a village by a lake, there lived a wicked monster who had put the town in fears for all of history. The monster was invisible, and called himself the Hidden One. It was said that any young woman who could see him would become his bride.

   Many hopeful young women visited his cottage at the far end of the village. Each was tested by the monster's sister, who was called the Snotty One. But years passed, and none succeeded.

   In the same village lived two sisters who had lost their mother. The younger sister had a good heart, but the older one was jealous and cruel. While their father was out hunting, the older sister would torment the younger one, holding her down and put her chewed gum into her hair. “Don’t you dare tell our father,” she would say, “or next time will be worse!”

   When the father came home, he would ask in dismay, “Why is there a patch of your hair missing again..?” The older sister would answer, “The stupid, clumsy thing! She was playing with the scissors, just like you told her not to!”The father would turn to the younger. “Is this true?" But she only bit her lip and said nothing.

    After a while she had so many missing patches of hair, she was called Little Ugly Girl. And she had to go barefoot and wear rags, for her sister would not allow her any skins to make moccasins or new clothes. Of course, the sister made up all different reasons to tell their father. And he would shake his head in sorrow and disappointment.

     One day, the older sister put on her finest clothes and many shiny strings of shell beads. “Do you know what I’m doing?” she asked Little Ugly Girl. “I’m going to marry the Hidden One. Of course, that’s something you could never dream of.” Little Ugly Girl bowed her head. When the older sister reached the cottage at the edge of the village, she was greeted by the sister of the monster. “Umm what are you doing here?,” said the Snotty One. “My brother is out feeding, but if you like.. help make dinner you can stay I guess.” The two of them worked awhile, until the sun was nearly down. Then the Snotty One led the young woman to the shore of the lake. “My brother will like be here kinda soon, soo.. clean yourself up why don't you,” the Snotty One said, pointing along the shore. “Do you see him?” The young woman saw no one, but she had decided to pretend. “Of course. There he is now!”

The eyes of the Snotty One narrowed. “Oh yeah? what is his shoulder strap?”, “A strip of rawhide?,” said the young woman, thinking it a safe guess. The Snotty One frowned. “Let us return to the cottage.”

     They had just finished making the meal when a deep voice said, “Greetings, my sister.” The young woman jumped in surprise. She stared at the entrance but saw no one. “Greetings, my brother,” replied the Snotty One. As the young woman watched with wide eyes nothing, she saw nothing. Willingly the young woman turned to the Snotty One. “When will our wedding take place?” The Snotty One turned to her angrily. “Uhh.. What wedding? Do you think my brother would marry a stupid lying girl?” The young woman ran crying from the cottage.

     All the next morning she stayed in bed, weeping and sobbing. Then Little Ugly Girl came to her.

“Sister, let me have skins to make moccasins and new clothes. It is my turn to visit the Hidden One.”

“How dare you!” screamed the sister. She jumped up and slapped Little Ugly Girl, knocking her to the floor. “Are you so stupid to think you can do what I couldn’t? Even if you saw him, do you think he’d marry a pathetic thing like you?” She sank back to the bed in tears. Little Ugly Girl sat huddled for a long time, listening to her sister howl and sob. Then she rose and said again, “It is my turn to visit the Hidden One.” Her sister stopped crying and stared in amazement.

Little Ugly Girl went to her father’s chest and took out an old pair of moccasins. She put them on her own small feet. Then she went out into the woods. She chose a birch tree and carefully stripped off the bark in a single sheet. From this she made a suit of clothes, which she put on in place of her rags. Then she started back through the village. “Look at Little Ugly Girl!” yelled a boy. “She’s dressed like a tree!”, “Hey, Little Ugly Girl,” a young man called, “are those moccasins big enough for you?”,“I don’t believe it!” an old woman said. “She’s on her way to the Hidden One!”, “Little Ugly One,” called a young woman, “did you cut off your hair to look pretty for him?” Ignoring their taunts and laughter, Little Ugly Girl walked on till she reached the cottage at the edge of the village. The Snotty One looked at the young woman with surprise, but she told her, “You are welcome...” as she snickered behind her breath. Little Ugly Girl helped prepare the evening meal. When the sun was nearly down, the Patient One led her to the lake. “My brother comes soon i think,” the Annoying One told her. “Do you see him?” Little Ugly Girl gazed along the shore. “I’m not sure . . . .” She listened for footsteps. All of a sudden she looked over to the right of the lake to see a creature who had tripped and fell over a fallen tree branch in the dark. Then her eyes lit in wonder. “Yes, I see him! But he looks like a little goat..?” The Snotty One looked at her curiously. “Psh.. What is his shoulder strap?”, “His shoulder strap is . . . a pink belt?..” The Snotty One’s eyes grew wide. “Wait.. And his bowstring?”, “He doesnt even have one.. its a broken plastic bow.” The Snotty One gasped. “Ugh, Fine.. Lets return.”

      When they reached the cottage, the Snotty One took the strange clothes off Little Ugly Girl and brushed her hair clumps with a magic comb. It made the young woman’s hair grow quickly to her waist, ready for braiding. Then the Snotty One opened a chest and took out a beautiful wedding outfit. Little Ugly Girl had just put it on when a deep voice said, “Greetings, my sister.” Little  turned to the entrance and stared at the ugly little fat goat wearing a pink belt and carrying a broken plastic bow. As their eyes met, she began to laugh. “Greetings, my brother,” said the Snotty One. “You are discovered!” The Hidden One then shouted "Oh Shit! Now Everyone is gonna know!" He rushed over and kneeled before the Little Ugly Girl “Don't tell anyone because then nobody will be scared of me!"

    She ran to the town and told everyone she knew, they stormed the woods with pitchforks and torches. They found the little fat goat wearing a pink belt, and small broken plastic bow, and killed and ate him. The Little Ugly Girl had kept her beauty and nice clothes, the town praised her for now the town wouldnt be scared to enter the woods. The town renamed the Little Ugly Girl, "Beautiful Smart Girl" and she demanded that everyday her sister should get her hair cut by someone she picks in the town. 

                    -The End

Onion Article

     3 year old, Nathaniel Kosberg has sued his father today for the destruction of his snow castle. Police reports say that the father took a heat lamp and set it next to the fort with intentions of melting it. Young Nathaniel has video footage of the father snickering and writing his name on the side of the white structured walls with urine. Nathaniel had put over three weeks into building his new humble abode. The young architect is also pressing charges for the damaged toys that were placed inside of the fortress. Nathaniel stated that "My dad is a poopy man" when we interviewed him from his high chair yesterday. He began to cry when we brought up the fact that summer was close at hand, and that there wouldn't be another big snow. After a four hour nap we continued our interview, "I will never let him give me rasbraries ever again" said the young distraught 3 year old. The father was seen later giving young nathaniel a new pair of Jordan shoes, he stated "I never meant to mess with the J's". Nathaniel had forgotten about the lawsuit four minutes later.

Tanya 'Hot Hands Grammy' Hodge

         Charges were dropped yesterday against Tanya 'Hot Hands Grammy' Hodge , an 83-year-old wheelchair-bound grandmother, who was originally charged with assault and battery, and assault with a deadly weapon, because of an altercation she had last week with six airport security guards, that left all six hospitalised.
'Justice has been served', said the 95-pound mother of three and grandmother of six, as she sat in her wheelchair, aided in her breathing by an oxygen bottle. 'Now I'm going to sue every fool in this Mother F***er. I'm an woman, and I won't be treated like this.'
          The problem began last month as Gordon was attempting to board an airplane. 'These guys are supposed to be some kind of professionals', she said, 'but they're just dumb men. Here they were letting guys who looked just like terrorists walk through without searching them, and then they pull me aside and tell me they're going to search me? I don't think so.'
          According to one witness, Joe GuyMan of Manly Falls, Ohio, one guard, 'who weighed about 300 pounds, looked like he was drunk, and had his shirt out, told this woman she couldn't board the plane unless they searched her. He was really rude. That's when the trouble started. Videotapes showed that Hodge ran the guard down with her motorized wheelchair, then sat on top of the screaming man while spinning her chair in circles. 'Dumbass was so fat he couldn't get up', said Hodge with a giggle.
        One guard who attempted to pull Hodges's wheelchair off of the screaming man from behind was hit over the head with an oxygen bottle and knocked unconscious. A third guard, who approached Hodge from the front, was also left dazed on the floor. Witnesses said she was cackling, 'Put your hands on an old lady, will you?' as she bashed both guards. The tape also showed a fourth guard attempting to grab Hodge's wheelchair. Hodge removed a knitting needle from her purse and stabbed him in his left buttock.' What a wimp, 'she told reporters.' He started screaming and grabbing his butt and running like a chicken with its head cut off.
'It was amazing', said another witness, a Neil Anderson. 'The whole crowd just stood there cheering and clapping. I mean, she was kicking ass and taking names.'A fifth guard that attempted to grab Hodge had the seat of his pants set on fire with a cigarette lighter than had escaped detection.' He just went bolting across the concourse, screaming and slapping at all these flames flying out of his rear, 'said Anderson.
      A sixth guard did finally manage to get Hodge in a body hug. 'I think that was the wrong thing to do, 'said another witness, who declined to be identified.' She just grabbed him by his hair with one hand and cracked him across the jaw with her clipboard. And down and out he went.
     After all this, Hodge's chair was still sitting on top of the first guard. The tapes clearly showed her leaning over and yelling, 'Apologize to me, you fat sumbitch! Woman power!' As the crowd roared, the guard cried, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Uncle! I won't do it again!' Finally, Hodge surrendered without further incident, and was taken to jail and released on her own terms. 'We didn't have any choice' said an unidentified officer of the court.' Over 200 women showed up to support her. I think if we had pressed charges, there would have been a riot.'
       Over 20 lawyers offered to defend her for free. However, realizing the precariousness of the case, Hodge was not charged with anything. 'I doubt there's a jury in the whole country that would have found her guilty of anything, 'said one of the lawyers. 'I'm flying again tomorrow', Hodge told reporters. 'And I suggest no plump wothless fat guard at the airport so much as look at me wrong. But hey! This was some adventure, huh?'

The Final

        So it all comes down to this, We have worked very hard on our documentary so far and now more than ever. the final documentary is due on monday. These last two weeks we have edited our butts off and we also got a very very cool interview with the founder of the US Pond Hockey Championships, We got to go to his home and interview him right in one of his living rooms. We have decided that our group has worked so well together that we might do our independent project together as well. Were going to edit again today for probably 5 hours or so and cant wait to see the final outcome of the video.
      This weeks reading was kind of a downer.. It just made me think of all of the bad still in this world, the racist remarks, and the insane and rude guesses on peoples herritage, religion, culture, and beliefs.. I didnt really like this reading because in a way I try to block this out of my life and think of the good in the world, I try to have a positive outlook on the future for everyone around me and the way that customs will be for my children. Not a fan of downer poems you could say

blog 8

this week we have gotten a good portion of our documentary started, we had a very good trailer and we have decided to make that the start of our documentary. we have set up some good interviews and are planning to have them done by next week. the reading this week was really interesting, i enjoyed that it was something from mlk that was new, it kind of gave me a different look on him and i think that now i want to see what else i havent read of his. overall i have been enjoying working with my group  and i cant wait to have it all done

# Five

This week i didnt truly understand what ms hodge wanted us to write about on our blog about this poem by langston hughes. So i will just go over my thoughts about the poem in general. Theme for english B was somewhat of a play on words, it walked you (litterally walked you) through his day and then discribed how he felt about writing for his white instructor. He connects his black herritage of being in harlem and hearing new york, to this new becoming of a "colored" man, the only one in class to be there in college taking this English B class. When he connects being American with the instructor that made me think he was turning his poem aroud and that was cool but then at the end he states " Although you're older-and white-and somewhat more free" it made me think that there is a little hostility towards this class because he is the only black person in there. Maybe he feels out of place or maybe he just isnt enjoying it, i dont know but i know that this was an intreaguing poem and i enjoyed a change in the readings. DUCES