Monday, December 19, 2011
Charolette's Web 3
I think Templeton is a villain. You can tell from the start of the movie that he is the bad guy. He treats everyone bad and is very vain and selfish. He has to be begged to do anything. I know he helped find words but that was just for the slop. He is an overall mean person.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
A Day No Pigs Would Die blog 1
One of the relationships I have with my pets is with my dog named Oscar. Oscar is a miniatuar Dashhound. He gets on my nerves alot because he tears stuff up and urinates everywhere. When he acts good, me and him have a good time together. He can be my friend sometimes, but he is mostly just a pet because he is a big trouble.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
The world according to Tom
Tom walked through the hallway, and through the corner of his eye he saw Leslie approaching him. He noticed her bright, cheery smile and greeted her with a "Hello!" he hoped was as cheery. Leslie looked radiant, dressed very chicly and fashionably to suit her delicate charm. Tom was faintly jealous.
He remembered when Leslie had first appeared at the school, shy and only noticeable by her extremely odd taste in clothes. It wasn't long before shallow Sarah, at least pretending to be nice, had swooped down on the poor girl and transformed her, and standing before him was the result. Tom had decided Leslie was in the distinct minority of popular girls who were actually nice, charitable human beings. She was not one of the school's most notable students, but Tom enjoyed her presence very much. Sadly, the same could not be said for Leslie's former good pal Sarah.
Tom and Sarah had been good friends as well, but, as of that very day, she repulsed him. In his younger days, he had pretended to have a deep crush on her. It was very easy to do, for Sarah was a very lovely girl, with her tight clothes, heavily tanned skin, and suspiciously black and glossy hair. However, when Tom actually started speaking to her, he found she grew less and less beautiful with every foolish and spiteful word she spoke. Still, being of the same high school social class, they naturally grouped together. But now he was older, and he had finally realized he could stop speaking to her and start hanging out with nice girls like Leslie, and he did. Sarah, who did not see these things very well, barely seemed to notice.
However, she did notice things like Leslie conversing with Tom, which disagreed with her very rigid view of high school social structure. As Tom began talking with Leslie, he pretended not to see Sarah's glare of uninhibited rage from down the hallway.
"Tom!" Leslie piped delightedly. "I haven't seen you since... since last week!"
"Yes," he replied, still smiling. "I've been sick."
"I thought you'd miss Homecoming! And with you looking forward to it so much."
She refered to the football game, not the dance, which Tom actually did not care for that much. But at the mention of a game, Tom grew excited once again, and uttured a loud whoop of the kind that rarely meant anything to anyone but teenage boys. Leslie laughed.
"I meant the dance. You're going, right?"
"Eh, I don't know..."
"What? But you have to! According to the rules of the high school football jock archetype, you must show up at the dances with a really hot girl."
"Oh? And do you have anyone in mind?"
"Oh-" Shrill giggles punctuated the air. "Um, no, I don't. Have you?"
"Yeah. Whitney Brown, over there." He indicated a girl with a rather tragically large stomach.
There were more giggles. "Don't be mean, you jerk. I thouht you were going with Sarah."
They both looked back to Sarah, still standing at her locker. If possible, her glare intensified. Tom looked away, embarrassed, struck by how horrible a glamorous face could become in anger.
"I think she's mad," Leslie said, sounding not entirely concerned. "Oh well."
After a few tactful moments, she said, "But, are you going. You should! Even if you weren't a jock."
Tom shrugged. "Who would I go with?"
"Whitney Brown, of course. Don't be stupid. When Homecoming comes, all the available girls line up and wait to be picked up, hopefully by guys like you. Like prostitutes," she added.
"You do realize, after you said that, I can't possibly go to the dance with that on my mind."
"Don't be silly. Go with me!"
This was not the first offer. Tom himself wasn't hard on the eyes, as well as athetic, popular, and intelligent. But what really made him irresistable was that he was in the distinct minority of athletic-popular-intelligent teenage boys who wouldn't try to smoothly remove his date's clothes by the end of the evening (at least, if his date was a girl). However, this was the first offer he seriously considered.
"Or not," she said mildly, after his hesitation.
"Nah, I'll go."
"Really?! Yay!"
And that was that for the two of them. They walked away, even forgetting about Sarah's unfaltering red-hot glare.
He remembered when Leslie had first appeared at the school, shy and only noticeable by her extremely odd taste in clothes. It wasn't long before shallow Sarah, at least pretending to be nice, had swooped down on the poor girl and transformed her, and standing before him was the result. Tom had decided Leslie was in the distinct minority of popular girls who were actually nice, charitable human beings. She was not one of the school's most notable students, but Tom enjoyed her presence very much. Sadly, the same could not be said for Leslie's former good pal Sarah.
Tom and Sarah had been good friends as well, but, as of that very day, she repulsed him. In his younger days, he had pretended to have a deep crush on her. It was very easy to do, for Sarah was a very lovely girl, with her tight clothes, heavily tanned skin, and suspiciously black and glossy hair. However, when Tom actually started speaking to her, he found she grew less and less beautiful with every foolish and spiteful word she spoke. Still, being of the same high school social class, they naturally grouped together. But now he was older, and he had finally realized he could stop speaking to her and start hanging out with nice girls like Leslie, and he did. Sarah, who did not see these things very well, barely seemed to notice.
However, she did notice things like Leslie conversing with Tom, which disagreed with her very rigid view of high school social structure. As Tom began talking with Leslie, he pretended not to see Sarah's glare of uninhibited rage from down the hallway.
"Tom!" Leslie piped delightedly. "I haven't seen you since... since last week!"
"Yes," he replied, still smiling. "I've been sick."
"I thought you'd miss Homecoming! And with you looking forward to it so much."
She refered to the football game, not the dance, which Tom actually did not care for that much. But at the mention of a game, Tom grew excited once again, and uttured a loud whoop of the kind that rarely meant anything to anyone but teenage boys. Leslie laughed.
"I meant the dance. You're going, right?"
"Eh, I don't know..."
"What? But you have to! According to the rules of the high school football jock archetype, you must show up at the dances with a really hot girl."
"Oh? And do you have anyone in mind?"
"Oh-" Shrill giggles punctuated the air. "Um, no, I don't. Have you?"
"Yeah. Whitney Brown, over there." He indicated a girl with a rather tragically large stomach.
There were more giggles. "Don't be mean, you jerk. I thouht you were going with Sarah."
They both looked back to Sarah, still standing at her locker. If possible, her glare intensified. Tom looked away, embarrassed, struck by how horrible a glamorous face could become in anger.
"I think she's mad," Leslie said, sounding not entirely concerned. "Oh well."
After a few tactful moments, she said, "But, are you going. You should! Even if you weren't a jock."
Tom shrugged. "Who would I go with?"
"Whitney Brown, of course. Don't be stupid. When Homecoming comes, all the available girls line up and wait to be picked up, hopefully by guys like you. Like prostitutes," she added.
"You do realize, after you said that, I can't possibly go to the dance with that on my mind."
"Don't be silly. Go with me!"
This was not the first offer. Tom himself wasn't hard on the eyes, as well as athetic, popular, and intelligent. But what really made him irresistable was that he was in the distinct minority of athletic-popular-intelligent teenage boys who wouldn't try to smoothly remove his date's clothes by the end of the evening (at least, if his date was a girl). However, this was the first offer he seriously considered.
"Or not," she said mildly, after his hesitation.
"Nah, I'll go."
"Really?! Yay!"
And that was that for the two of them. They walked away, even forgetting about Sarah's unfaltering red-hot glare.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Scared stiff
You are home alone. Its about lunch time so you decide to make some grub. You turn on the radio to listen to the latest toons. After you eat your food, you decided to wash you dishes. On the radio you hear the announcer say,"We have an importent news broadcast, there is a mass murderer on the loose." The announcer then gives the profile of the man and says if you see someone that fits the description to call 911 immediately. As your washing dishes you happen to peer out the window and see a man in your backyard standing in the snow smiling at you. The man fits the profile of the murderer exactly. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and begin dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow. It’s his reflection.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Dreams
George and Lennie's dream was similar to most peoples dream back the. They wanted a place for themselves. On that land they wanted to grow their vegetables and fruits, keep farm animals like pigs, chickens, rabbits, and a cow or goat. Basically, they wanted it so they could be self sufficent and live off the land. If they needed something, they would sell something of theirs to buy it. They wanted a little house with an iron stove to cook and heat the house. Lennie was expessially fond of the rabbits,in which they would grow their own alfalfa to feed them. Their dream is very realistic ,but it would take time. Once enough money is saved their dream could be possible. Dreams are important, they give people something to look forward to. If someone starts to doubt their dream the chance of them fulfilling it goes down. When dreams are unfulfilled for long periods of time, thats when people start to doubt it will happen. Its better to hold on to an unrealizable dream than to face reality because there might always be a chance that it could happen and that keeps people going.
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