The list! Blog# 13

If you must read some of my blogs I would prefer you to read the “I remember” or the “ It was a dark and stormy night”
You should not read my first four blogs under any circumstances .
I don’t have any advice about keeping a blog.
Some sure fire writing ideas are to keep to your own ideas.
My reflections are that writing can be good sometimes.
Take Mr. Seline’s class.

I remember (Blog # 11 Word:326)

I remember one time when I got injured skate boarding. I was skating down and hill and had hit a crack in the road and fell. When I fell I had gotten a concussion and passed out. I woke up a couple seconds later to find me laying on the ground bleed from several places. One place was my face I had obtained 3 cuts on my face. The worst one was above my right eye and I was bleed a lot from this cut. When I woke up there was a pool of blood around my face. All this blood had come from this cut on my face. I didn’t feel it but I could tell the amount of blood dripping from my face. There were cuts all over my hands and arms to. I ended up getting road rash on my arms side and legs. The girl I was with hadn’t gotten far enough down the hill to see what happened until I was already standing up and trying to figure out what had happened. When she finally got down to see me and noticed all the blood and how dazed I was she started to freak out. Marissa had no idea what to do and we had to be home soon. Marissa and I ended up walking about 3 blocks to the town library. Now that I look back on the walk I don’t remember the walk I just remember seeing the library sign and wondering what it was. Marissa had called her mom to come and get us. When Debbie got there she started to freak out to. Marissa’s mom Debbie is not a big fan of blood. She took me home and then got me all cleaned up. Debbie and Marissa argued that I got to the hospital but I didn’t want to and they weren’t going to make me. Turns out I should have. I ended up fracturing my shoulder.

Blog # 10 Word:262

To Be Alone
I do enjoy being alone at times… When I am alone I like to be at the skate park. I like to be at the skate park because it gives me time to skate without the interruption of other people. Skating always calms me down and when I get to skate without other people nagging me I get a lot more done and feel a lot better by the time I am done… But most people don’t leave me alone. There is always someone needing something done and I am the only guy in my house so I get to do almost everything. I don’t really mind doing all these things for my family. Sometimes I do need the time alone. After working for so long and not having the things to do it right I get angry and don’t like to be messed with. So I go and sit in my room and play Call of Duty or get on my computer and listen to music. Those things calm me a little but not like skating because I don’t get the satisfaction that I get from learning a new trick or just perfecting the ones I already know. I don’t get a lot of time alone because my family love to be together and this is fine with me I enjoy hanging out and making jokes but sometimes alone time is the only thing I need and I often times get it. But being alone is not always the best thing for me… I am a people person!

My Bedroom (Blog # 9 Word: 341)

My bedroom is a wonderful room. It’s in my house and is next to my sister’s room. My room is painted gray with black trim. I painted it this way because I sleep a lot during the day in the summer and I am really interested in special lighting and in a room that reflects every little ray of light it is hard to have all the different types of lighting. There really isn’t anything on the walls of my room and I don’t keep CDs. All of my music is on my computer. If I had all the CDs for the music I have there would be a lot of CDs I have a little over 3000 songs on my computer ranging from classical to modern day rock.There isn’t much in my room. I’ve got my bed, my stereo, my computer, my Playstaion, and my TV. There aren’t a whole lot of things in my room but the things that are in there are rather big. I don’t have much in my room because the stereo I have in my room is very big. I have spent a lot of time and money on building the stereo in my room and I am very proud of it. My mom doesn’t like it a whole lot because it is very loud but still. Everything else is about average size. My room isn’t a mess because acoustically the mess would be bad for the sound of my stereo. I care a lot about this so I keep my room pretty clean. Pretty much the only thing on the floor of my room is my basket of laundry. If someone that did not know me walked into my room they would probably infer that I am a music freak and I have a huge stereo. My room is where I spend a lot of time when I am at home and not doing some kind of work for the family so I figure it has to be what I want it to be.

One Dollar and Eighty-Seven Cents (blog #8 Words:284)

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. This is what I had to pay for my freedom. I can’t tell you how hard it was to get my ONE DOLLAR and EIGHTY-SEVEN CENTS. But I can sure try and describe it. Well as you know one dollar and eighty –seven cents is about one hundred and eighty seven pennies. To obtain all these pennies I sat there for a long time. Then after that long time I did something important. I bet you want to know what this important thing is. But I can’t tell you or I would have to kill you. It is top secret. But it has to do with a man named Dalton Smupperpuff. Let’s just say you won’t be seeing him around much anymore. If at all! He was a good until what I had to do he isn’t as reliable as he used to be. Now he is just him. But the deal was I had to stop him from playing with these big orange balls. They where called basket balls. No one really liked those things except Dalton played with them all the time and I mean ALL the time. He never stopped. Everyone hated them and there planging on the concrete everytime they hit the ground. Needless to say I stopped him from playing with those balls. But he can no longer play with much of anything else… I broke both his legs all his fingers and snapped his arms off and made him cry. But I did the job and got my one dollar and eighty-seven cents . And then I bought my freedom and moved to America and spent the rest of my life being awesome.

It was a dark and stormy night! (Blog # 7 word: 253)

It was a dark and stormy night. I was sitting inside my house… I bet you think I was doing something but I wasn’t !!! I was just sitting there. There was lots of thunder! It was thundering so much it felt like my house was going to fall. I know this because I was just sitting there doing nothing… Absolutely nothing. The rain. There was tons of rain… It kept coming and coming and coming . There was soooo much rain I thought my house was going to flood. By the way my roof leaks. When the rain and the thunder mix there where things that happened. They where not normal things. They were crazy! Absolutely crazy. Things like that should never happen. I mean never happen. Ever! But when the rain and thunder mixed the things that happened where it created scary shadows on the wall… I would know this because I was sitting there… Just sitting there doing nothing… Then one dollar and eighty-seven cents just appeared… Right there… In the rain. It scared the poop out of me. I cried. While I was sitting there doing nothing… Absolutely nothing. But it was still a dark and stormy night. Very dark and stormy! Soon it got worse. I would of never thought it possible! While the dark and stormy night was going on, my mother got home! And yelled at me and I mean yelled! I cried again! Then the dark and stormy night ended and I went to bed…

Identical Twin ,Blog # 5 ,Word:232

Identical twin? I don’t have one! Do you? I wish I did! To have an identical twin would be pretty awesome! I would do all kinds of things with him we could go skating and do all the things I don’t like to do with other people. Some of those things would be going shopping or meeting girls! Maybe working or helping people out. We could pull pranks and do all kinds of things and people wouldn’t understand because I could be in 2 places at once! I could get in trouble and tell them it was my twin. We could do all kinds of things and have all kinds of fun and people would never know. One of us could break into a building and then the other could say we never did it I was at home the whole time and then we would have witnesses(just an example wouldn’t really happen). I would love to have a twin with all the things that we could get away with! It would be crazy fun and no one would understand how all this is happening unless they knew my twin. But I don’t think that would happen. I would much rather keep him a secret and be able to do all kinds of things that most people would never be able to do. I wish I have a Identical Twin!