Monday, November 8, 2010

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.

Monday, November 1, 2010

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.