Knock, Knock Knock

Knock knock knock knock knock
Don't stop the clock
knock knock knock
Don't stop the clock
Knock knock knock
Stop that clock
Knock knock knock
It goes tick tick tock
Stop that clock
Knock Knock Knock
STOP STOP STOP

Hop, hop, hop
All the way
 to the top
top top top
Do not stop
up up up
to the cup
all the way up
up to the top,
don't ever stop

clop clop clop
the horse goes
clop clop clop
the weepers go
weep weep weep

All the while the knocking never stops
Knock knock knock
His Clock stoped

Emily

My name is Emily, I was born in a warm home in a small town that most have never heard of. When I was a young girl I often was scared, and would cry myself to sleep that is until my mother told me the story of this forest elf. I know weird right? It’s what she told me. She told me that he would watch over me and keep me safe. What a foolish little girl I was. So foolish in fact I believed her. I believed her so well that I use to pretend there was one. I would meet him by this stump in the forest. I felt like a fairy tale come true. That was until one day I was taken away. Not in like kidnapped. Heavens no. I was to meet my future husband. However since I am promised to a man I have taken a vow of chastity, to save myself for him on our wedding night. It’s exciting really. I mean to know you’ll be married. But the problem is my mother-in-law. If anyone could make me mad it is that woman. She says I’m as stubborn as a mule and shy as a fox, I corrected her that it was sly as a fox and she tells me I’m impossible. But it is true, I might be stubborn but I was shy. In fact while girls will tell you of their stolen kisses I have but one kiss that I have ever had. I was so nervous I almost fainted to. It was on the night we announced I was to wed a month after my 18^th birthday to him. Now I am allowed to go anywhere I want. A bit of a romantic as I am, though not physically, I wanted to go to that place where I grew up. I have matured much more from the small girl I once was but a child deep down with in me tells me to go look for my elf. Though I highly doubt I’d find him, there is a glimmer of hope that I to may tell my children to come since Henry, my fiancé wants to have seven, that just seems like to many in my opinion but a woman’s doesn’t matter, not unless you want beaten with a belt, I had that happen once, for back talking my father only I got only two lickings and was let go. Still doesn’t change, I am stubborn, kind, shy, and dearly wish to be a mother, though I’m not so sure Henry is the one I am to be with. Perhaps this visit home will set my mind at ease for I have 8 months and then I am to wed and lose my purity, but am I losing it to the right man? 

Research Topic

Possible paths
Current Ukaraine and Russia standing
Russia has invaded Ukaraine. Ukarane is in treaty with america as well as a memeber of the UN.
UN equalls United Nations
UN policy states an attack on one is an attack on all, Russia is part of the permanent five so then what do we do when or if the war breaks out between the problem.

Second possible path
Current school programs.
Look at the no child left behind grant. Look at the problems it could play in societies part

Third possibility
Legal use of the publics social media's to fallow people
Why should we allow the public to see what is posted on line?

Intro to Isem paper

The Cellist of Sarajevo, by Steven Galloway -published in 2008-, follows three different characters in a time of war. It shows how people react to the same thing in different ways. Not only does it create a broader idea of what is happening in the book, but it also allows for an opportunity to connect with the characters on a personal  level. The book provides three different viewpoints for how the characters react differently when placed in the same situation. It makes it clear that everything they do has an affect on who they are. In turn defining the classifications that one of the characters has on the types of people their are in this world, through actions, mental beliefs of the situation, those around them, and how they have changed from before the war to the present day. Not only does it use three different characters, but each one has their own reason in doing things.

Starting the book reflection

Book Reflection:

Evaluate Each Characters views on the fallowing

What effects does the war have on the individual?

Arrow: Takes on a second identity almost. She does this to justify the diffrence between her killing and who she use to be before the war. In doing this she makes it easier to kill men stating that before she couldn't kill them. Before the war she was happy and carefree, after the war however she becomes a sniper and doesn't go by her real name so that she has no reason to feel guilty for those that she kills and hopes that in doing so she'll be able to go back to living a normal life.

Dragon:

Kenan:

Does suffering, violence and loss become normalized?

Arrow:

Dragon:

Kenan:

What is it like to live with this kind of anarchy?

Arrow:

Dragon:

Kenan:

How does each narrator view other members of society?

Arrow:

Dragon:

Kenan:

How does each look at their own struggles, choices, actions and attitudes?

Arrow:

Dragon:

Kenan:

How are the threes rituals helping them cope with their surroundings?

Arrow:

Dragon:

Kenan:

Self Evuation:

How do you feel that you would react in the same situation?

Who do you most relate to?

What event most impact/inspired you?

On page 144 Kenane Classifies the people into three types, do you feel they are true?

March 7th really

So you had a bad day.
So you sing a sad song just to turn it around.
There's a book on the table
there's a book on the table
there's a book, it's on the table
There is a book, and it's sitting on the table
There is a chapter book, and it is sitting on the counter top
There is a chapter book, and it is sitting on the left side of the lap top on the counter top.
There is a chapter book, and it is sitting on the Left side of the laptop. There is a pencil next to it.
There is a chapter book, and it is laying on the left side of my black laptop. There is also a pencil sitting between the book and the lap top.
The pencil is mechanical
The mechanical pencil is pink.
The pink mechanical pencil also has green
The green and pink mechanical pencil as a stripped grip.

One of my story Ideas

Have a Little Faith This group of friends has been together through thick and thin, some with parents going threw devorce, a single parent getting married, a scare when ones sister was thought to have cancer. However things took a turn for the worst when they went to the woods one night. Celebrating the recent college finals Samuel (Black jacket) got them all some alcohol. There was a bit too much drinking involved and on the way home the four got into a wreck. Now Sam is dead and the rest of the group is falling apart, as they realize Sam was really the only one they have in common. However things change when Sam left something to the three of them in his will. Now with their friend gone and a tape to watch the group may fall apart or may go far. Sam seemed to have faith do they?

3rd Shelf

Oh the whether outside is frieghtful, but the mailmen never are insightful. So long as there is mail, they will come they will come they will come.
On this shelf is all my letter supplies. I have a friend that I write to in Milwakee Wisconson who sends me letters so I have a shoe box with post cards, pens, cards, and a box full of envelops as well as my "What the crap" Box that holds, keys, cards, licesnse tape, and such. None the less this is my random shelf located at the top and has all of the blue stuff in it.
Thank you for reading. Also I'm working on a picture. I think I'm going with a broken lovers heart.

Shelf 3

This shelf is the chill out shelf
This shelf has eight movies from right to left the movies are P.S. I love you, which is in the white case. Then the fallowing Serenity which is the black sunset, the thrird movie is The Cronical's of Narinia The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. The fourth movie includes, Beethoven, Beethoveen's 2nd, and Deethoven's 3rd, fallowed by a Adventure bovie Featureing Huckle Berry fin
And this is really really boring blah, blah, blah
Books based Adventures eight oh and then the wii game Just Dance 2014
On top of that there is a pink frog that says dad's little girl.

Shelves Day 2

So thanks to my last post I now am going to explain eacho one of my shelves. Today Is the Soroity shelf. Because I have my own room this shelf is dedicated completly to my house.
There are two clipboards. One is a seafoam tealish blue with a circular pink and green sticker that has poka dots, and the Greek words that says Delta Zeta. The other Clipboard is Yellow with teal splaters and the black letterings down one side that says Delta and on he other side it says Zeta. Between these to is a black heart with Roses around the edge and has a big green D and a big pink Z, directly resting on it there is a green flower with a yellow middle below that is a little rectagular prism that says I LOVE THAT YOU'RE MY SISTER in black letters on a worn faded looking white pain and a small pink and green braclet on the shelf.
This is Day two

Random Words around the room

Basic Concepts of Chemisty (A chem book sitting amove my head)

Pearson Case Fair Oster Principles of Microeconomics Tenth Edition Used Justic Hall (Sitting above the Basic Concepts of Chemisty)

The Alyyn and Bacon Guide to the Writing University of Idaho Bookstore Used Book You've saved money! (Above Peason Case Fair Oster Blah blah blah which is about the Chem book which is sitting above my head)

Now sitting to my right there are no words but there is a door and a closet. On no I lied there is a door stop on the floor that says Door Stop... Must label it for drunk or stupid people. Behind me is a sink wit ha bow, that has a spoon in it, a container of soup a hand towl a green hand towl a white cup and a jar full of pop tops above that there is a night light sensy. Too my left, there's too much theres the microwave a teddy bear, a teddy frog clothes, suitcase that has two more frogs a tub of... stuff... boots a empy laundry hamper, a towel a bag, two piloos bunk beds a chair desk clander a green hanger, pictures keys, water bottle, and an ID card.

Zambien's Book

Prologue

The calm before the Storm

The air was cool and there was a sweetness that seemed to just feel the air. A couple walking together along a small worn path. His broad strong arms seemed to promote a sense of peace between the two. His hair was a golden blonde color with a few stray auburn browns in the mix. While she was a slender strawberry blond with blue eyes, and rosy cheeks. The two hand in hand with each other seeming in an almost innocent bliss. The two hand in hand sharing sweet nothings and basically the perfect couple.

Though, unknown to them, peace would only last so long as the two of them breathed. In total it would only last to the count of ten.

One

There was a twig snap somewhere off to the side of the two of them. Instantly the large man protectively got between her and the noise. Both seemed to hold their breath in anticipation of what was to come at them at any moment.

Two

The moment of silence was broken as some large black beast lept forward with a lion like roar. Coming down on the large man. The man had no time to fully comprehend what was happening as he pushed his wife to the side in an attempt to save her. In doing so the thing took the man’s raised arm, the one he’d raised in defence, into it’s jaw and it’s weight dragged him to the ground.

Three

The woman staggered to her feet as her husband yelled at her to run trying to fight off the beast as he told her to do so. Only instead she turned to come face to face with a large man with dark pitch black hair and what seemed to be glowing red eyes.

Four

Seeing his wife in danger the man wrestled to get the beast from above him to below him. In doing so blood dripped down his arm until he slammed the beasts head against a rock on the hard ground. When the beast yelped and yowled in pain falling silent with it’s bloody death.

Five

The woman began to back away from the man turning to run but he grabbed hold of her arm in his pulling her back. In an effort to get aid she screamed out for help at the same moment the creature yowled it’s final cries..

Six

The man was on his feet moving towards the two in a protective way, in an attempt to protect his wife from the devilish fiend.

Seven

The man moved the woman already seeing the man approach he moves a hand lifting a dagger from his belt shifting it. As he did the point went up and the knife blade went into the man’s abdomen. His eyes widening as he started to sink to the ground the man already turning away and taking hold of the woman who’d attempted to make a run for it in the moment of distraction. Though she now stood in shocked horror at her bleeding husband.

Eight

The man threw her to the ground, following after her so that she was pinned to the ground beneath him.

Nine

Being forced to watch, the husbands eyes watered as he couldn’t move or do anything to help his wife.

Ten

As promised, by the count of ten, the peaceful day ended in misery. The man rose, did up his pants, and left. Leaving the defiled woman and her dying husband lying on the once peaceful path. She moved crawling to him as he looked to her both crying as he weakly took hold of her hand.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, holding the dagger that penetrated his abdomen still, “I should have pr-...”

Tears streaming down her own face she stroked his cheek, “Shhhh… It’s not our place to judge, you tried love… you truely tried.” She said as she watched his face pailing in color.

“I love you Kataline.” He whispered as his eyes stared up at her and he inhaled slowly skin pail eyes staring up at her a single tear escaped the side of his eye again as only her breathing and sobs could be heard.

“Zackery!” She screamed out in a sob as she hugged his corpse, though her beloved husband would never answer her again, he’d never take her in his arms on the cold winter nights and promise her hopes of a better tomorrow. For today was his last day, and Kataline would forever bare a token and reminder of the day.

Sick of being Sick

I'm sick of being sick
I'm sick of feeling ick
I don't like it not one bit
I don't like it I may throw a fit.

I'm sick of being sick
I'm sick of feeling ick
I have headache
I have stomach ache

I'm sick of being sick
I'm sick of feeling ick
I'm sick of this yes I am
I'm so sick I don't even want chowder of clam

I'm sick of being sick
I'm sick of feeling ick
From head to toe
I just want to go

I'm sick of being sick
I am, I am
I'm sick of the headache,
the foot ache
the stomach ache
the soreness all around

I'm sick of it
I'm sick of this
Oh what I'd give
to just not be sick

There is stomach flue,
there is cold
all of these you can be told
There is home sick
air sick
there's sick of being cooped up
there sick of eating from a cup

What sick am I you ask
If only I did know
I may be cured if I did
none the less

I'm sick of this sickness,
I'm sick of it now,
I want it to be over
I want it to be done

Okay really this is posted 2/27/14

I don't know what I've been told
All I see is someone standing with me
I really hate being sick
makes me forget to post to this
I respond in time yes I do, only problem is it's the time not the day, haven't slept yet so it's still thursady
I don't know why but I'm feeling like I'm dancing.
Maybe it's just the world spinning
I'm spinning round and round
Not thinking about what I'm typing
It makes no sense so why should this
Though I think that was suppose to be I make no sense so why should this.
Kind of fallowing this I'm not allowed to stop typing until I've reached my limit
Don't even use the backspace
not one bit
someone is talking in the other room
something about gummy bears
I want a gummy bear. No wait I don't I've been getting sick
okay I'm done now.

Don't feell good

Right now I really rather not write anything today.  In fact in stead of d itting here writting this I feel so bad that I want to actually be pucking into the toilet just so I can feel just the slightest bit bettet. No mater how weird or gross thst sounds it is the truth. So much so that I almost dont want the points today. However none the lest I have posted for the day. I don't know how many words ve typef. ... though at this point I dont care.

Part 3

*I smiled slightly looking down with a slight blush. I shut my eyes listening to the words over my head then look to the picture again. Tbe things I'd drawn as I sat in thought then slowly look back to him* I know that he wanders for a long time and the waste land plays tricks on his mind for many years before he finally collapses in a pool seeing that... that it might be his last chance he starts to barry the seed grieved though to know she is gone he waters it with his tears which miraculously the gods moved by his tears brought her back to life so that they may live together forever. Though their people never could understand they changed the flower to more symbolize how they felt and let it's buety grow. It grew so large that it split the lands to form the contenents. Now having all experienced hate after a time of grieving the dead the clans to began to find love. *I bit my thumb wlightly then looked to him* then many years with the two lovers living alone on the island and the flowers growing everywhere the men from the grojps some how found their island. At first the two were okay with this but when they began to fight they split the continent again where the men floated on an island and watched in awe as the two lovers put their beloved land into a deep sleep.
*I leaned into him when I got the chance to* the men were confused left on an island full of nothing but the love floweds theywere lost. So they worked. They had seen the beauty of the love and honoring the symetry of the two lovers created a place to live in peace and to learn as much as possible.
As for the two lovers they had cheated death for so long and finally the two lay down in death. Some bbelieced that if you found the grave the two would still be in eachothers embrace, others claim that their deep sleep is what created atlantis' s beauty. None the less the men finished the island and soin fallowing many came seeking the peace found there. All around the flowers grew. A reminder that love was always to concure andonly Iin loce and peace will you learn.
*I tapped my pencil and then looked to him* however I don't knowwhat clues can be found Iin this.

Part 2

The war raged and the two who loved the flowers could do nothing but weep over the loss of the thing they loved. However seeing eachothers reaction the two realized that they both loved the place. As such they searched and worked for a long time together. Only to find a single seen. Hoping it would take root they decided to take it far away. The two had to travel for a long time over large mountains, like none ever seen before. *I drew cartoon like mountains* Though as they did this the two bond began to grow closer and closer. Though just as they reach the peak of the mountain, the girl died. The boy was scared. He didn't know what to do, but he sees these whisps floating from her. 
Afraid that if he doesn't act he'll loose her he drops the seed and captures the whisps in his hands. Then from that point he carried the whisps on. Though he did something that he never should have done... He angered death. He made death so mad that he'd lost tha he turned to the boy and fallowed them. Where he met them on the end of a waterless land. There death wasn't pleased with the boy and as such he strangled him to death. When the boy awoke, he had no notice of what had happened. *I drew a sun beating down on a wastless desert.*

Lover's story part 1

Sumary:
 One lover died and the other so grieved over the death steals his soul from going to the beyond. In doing so however he steals deaths claim so he curses the two. Where one must wander in search of the other. Death thinks he's won until the other reclaims his soul mates love and steals his lovers soul. The two become imortal and death can't seperate either of them, instead though the two create a flower in the sybmolic of there love.

*I sighed* In truth.... Like many stories, It happened many, many years ago. Before emotions, there was just the wondering human form. There was no point to live then to see the next day. *He whispered* Then one day one came across a buetiful land, full of flowers of so many kinds and he learned of a great joy. *I started quietly* But when he tried to show his brothers they didn't listen, they didn't care, and he wept. *I inhaled slowly* Now from a very distant place came another who saw the buety as well, though when she showed her family, they to wouldn't listen or understand what it was that she was saying. This causing a mysticall power between them, in which the woman loved the flowers, and the boy loved the flowers Though to know love, you must also hate. *I whispered as I shut my eyes* The hate though burned for themselves and their diffrences to their families. *He whispered as he watched him softly resing his hands on his chin

Assignment Isem

Article Review Assignment: Nope not too many men in Alaska

            On CNN, February 17, 2014, spoke on the recent hot topic relating to the Rape rate in Alaska. Before the show there were emails and tweets set in on reasons why people believe that Alaska has the highest rape case and people wanted to blame it on the fact that Alaska currently has the highest ratio for its populations. Many people that sent in their opinions were saying they thought the ratio was ten to one, or twelve to one as far as men to women went. Though in reality there are about one hundred seven men to every one hundred women. With the estimated numbers being 380 thousand and women at about 355 thousand, meaning that there is only about 25 thousand more men than women in Alaska. While these numbers are drastically different the article addresses the question on whether or not the number has any impact on the number of raps that occur in Alaska.

            Country wide the article said that women make up 50.8% of the national population. Tough even if there is more men the numbers can’t explain the rape rate. The current rape rate in Alaska is about three times the national average. However Alaska is being labels as dangerous for women, with long dark winters, alcohol abuse, as well as history of violence and trama in the culture. While the men to woman ratio might affect relationships it’s not quiete big enough to count for such a change between the national average and the sates average. It’s estimated that with these numbers 37% of the women in Alaska are victims of sexual violence, and the six of every ten women are victims to sexual and/or intimate partner violence, which also includes any threats of violence made. The governor of Alaska told CNN that the rape rate could best be described as an epidemic for the state.

            Most people now though are more fascinated with the number ration between men and women then they are with the violence that they need to start focusing more on ending the violence than anything else.

            As far as a solution for the problem goes it really seems that there is not a lot you can do. Also considering the rate America has for violence and another option is that perhaps Alaska’s rape rate is so high because more people are willing to report their rapes then they are in America, that or perhaps then the fact Alaska is so spread out and wilderness filled causing a sort of lack of closeness in some communities which could make it more dangerous for women.

Article: CNN’s Nope, Not to Many Men in Alaska

Dont want to

I dont want to post a post. I only have nine minutes  to do so though. So let me explain why I dont want to.
I am running a fever.
I am vomiting.
I feel like someone is making mince meet in my stomach and driving drain thrww my head.
I dont want to post anything noth at all. Simply righting this explination make me want to ball
I only have seven minutes. Seven minutes is all I have.
Thank you stomach bug for nothing at all.
Trying to sleep and keep down what I eat.
Goodnight goodnight may yours be better then mine.
Curld up now I will sleep perhaps morning ill be more awake. Feel better even be able to make sense would be best.

Escape, or not

*I watched a few go by they were habing a hard time as I hear loud alarm going off some one yelling gate was down and levers jammed. I got to the stabbles covered in so much mud it was hard to tell as I focused on saddeles cutting straps with a little knife when something cold long and medal touched my shoulder. I held still a moment before slowly slowly getting up and turning around it was the stable boy.*
*The two of us stood there for a moment. He was scared. I could tell he had no blade training, so I knocked his blade away. Though he was bigger surprise allowed me to knock him down and impact shoved him into the horse shoe rack as I picked ip his sword and turned running out but not before hearing him yell Siluha!*
*That yell seemed to be enough to alert two gaurds becuase when i got out I was met by two large gaurds. Though I wasn't about to turn down a distraction I was forced to lock blades with one as somewhere there was a order rang out to not kill but capture this changed our fight aparently becuase both men started stricking to try and get a hold of me as well as disarm me.Finally getting enough space to turn and run heading towards Will.*
*It was wet, it was cold it was dark both of us caked in three or four inches of mud as I see him running up the street both of us collided standing back to back.*
Guess we stand one last time here? *He asked me as I see soldiers coming up one street*
Couldn't ask a better soldier to stand beside me. *I told him and he looked over his shoulder at me.*
I'd serve under no other. *He smiled and the two of us waited though we didn't get the fight we'd spectated*
Think they got out? *He asked me in Siluha.*
Far enough they can't catch them. *I added and we both changed directions again as the rain came down someone going to inform the king.*
What we had a good twenty minute play? *He asked and I smiled slightly*
Well and no saddles and bad sight till morning I think we gave the guys plenty. *I assured him.
Do we give? *He asked knowing the answer already.
When we're dead. *I told him the whole thing in Siluha as we looked to our enemy completely surrounded*

ISEM question answers

1. While each group has their own reasons individually children soldiers could be used or encouraged for several reasons for one side. While adults may be older and know more, children are much more impressionable and can be swayed a bit easier into doing something or become accustom to something, in this case, war and blood.
2. While the country the violence is occuring in will have to deal with a lot of things, some of the hardest may be how to handle citizens that have seen first hand child soldiers. While many people can't believe that there are child soldiers. The main reason is that it's hard to think of innocent children as being capable of killing. However in Ishmael Beah's "A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier" Ishmael explains of a time which he and his friends were at risk of being killed by grown men who feared that the six of them were child soldiers. This creating not only a risk for the children that aren't child soldiers but also hurts the families that need to be refugees because of major trust and fear issues associated with this idea. Also another situation that causes issues is what they must do with them when the war is done. While they were taught to kill and be violent it's hard to tell how they will act when reintroduced to society and whether or not they will be a danger.
3. Ishmael Beah's experiences really shed the light on a few things for me. While we often have books we read that explains what happens they often seem unreal of fictional in way. The biggest thing that made me feel it changed my view on is how our society views war and takes war victims or veterans lightly. We have many war themed video games, lots of younger kids that play violent like games that it is easy to see the dangers we put ourselves in. However the biggest fact is how hard it is to come back when you saw the ugliness of war and hear people say that it's "cool" has to be so hard seeing as they don't know what they are saying entirely since they haven't seen something that Ishmael Beah talks about and expresses in his book. Other wise perhaps there would be less war in the world if everyone knew the dangers that it faced.

Secret Society

Jayden is a twenty year old mechanic and the only garage in town. He works long hours for his customers and even can occasionally be seen helping someone stranded. However the two has many dark secrets about it. That Jayden's cuaght up in. Not safe and deffinetly not worth getting more people involved in he tries to keep the new girl, a seventeen year old city girl forced to live with her mom and step dad for the summer out of the mix, however things don't go his way when the Secrets come after her. What are the secrets you ask? Try imagining every dark thought you've ever had, every dark thought you have forgotten when you woke from a dream and put them into one being and multiply him by seven. These are the secrets, they are also known as the seven deadly sins. And now that they are after the new girl Jayden can't help but protect her as part of his duty as a light bringer. A long line of protectors that work as the sins opposites. Jayden is selflessness, his caring nature quick to give anything and everything, though until then he'd never had a reason to even consider taking his role as a protector. Now with a budding love can Jayden keep her safe while at the same time be selfless, or will greed, lust and selfishness claim the protector and take down yet another protector?

Irony in this statement

Promt: Dinner date with the crush of your life shortly after a ramble that makes you realize you need to stop, only for him to encourage you to go on.
Style: Soap opera or Romantic Movie

My responce:
I looked down slightly, "Perhaps but there's always two sides to every conversation. Not exactly like we're in a play or movie and I am suppose to be monolouging or telling some sad soap opera kind of story or looking like some kind of love sick character that can't keep his thoughts in his head and his words from his tongue right?" I say with a soft smile then frown taking in what I said allowed, "That made no sense... And I was the one saying it..."

The irony to this is the fact you kind of are a love sick character that can't keep your thoughts straight.

Valentine

Valentines is just a holiday to remnd those of us that have no loved one that we are just that. We are single and have no one to love like the rest of the world. However, what the world doesn't know is that while it thinks that it is winning and that we all feel crappy about our selves we will now rename the holiday.
From this day forward the day will be called single awarness day. In which all couples must stay home while all of the single ladies and men go out and party. Why? Well face it people they already have a holiday. It's called an ANNIVERSARY. You know that one day of the year that couples celebrate bing married or having dated that long?
Yah that one. So well what about those of us that don't have anyone and we want a chance to meet someone, thus we make Single awarnes day. All in Favor say I.
Let us now get rid of Valantine and make it for the singles.
Singles will rule the world!

Just for a moment

Just for a moment,
Stop and take a breath
Just for a moment,
Let the woods breath
Just for a moment
know you are loved
Just for a moment,
Take a breath and know
that tomorrow is not to long
Just for a moment
A second goes by
What is a moment?
a second
a minute
an hour
a day
a week
a year
what is a moment
a smile
a wink
a laugh
a cry
How do you find a moment
do you look
do you search
do you find
Just for a moment
Do you know a moment
Just for a moment
You will hold it
Just for a moment
Just one moment

Like OMG

Text Lingo One oh one:

ASAP : As soon as possible
AFK: Away from keyboard
WE: What ever
BTW: By the way
IDK: I don't know (No really it means I don't know. I know what it means)
IDC: I don't care (Again thats the meaning not my opinion)
NFW: No f'ing way
WB: Welcome Back
GTG: Got to go
LOL: Laughing out loud
ROFL: Rolling on floor laughing
ROFLMBO: Rolling on floor laughing my but off
IDW: I don't wanna or I don't want
BRB: Be right back
HC: Holy crap
BS: Do I really need to tell you?
TTYL: Talk to you later
NM: Never mind
NP: No problem
ATM: At the moment, or if it's Atm it might mean the actual atm.
WL: Welcome or What a Loser
NOYC: None of your concern

And just for the kicks of it that last logo to know:
EOB: End of Blog

Who am I?

Remember me
From the age of five and six we knew each. Grew up best of friends, you were a year ahead of me. Everyone called us the high school sweet hearts prom king and queen, and on our way to college. I graduated with a degree in financing, and you were 2 years into your post grad schooling. This year you were going to be getting that degree. Graduating college was the only thing that my dad said would keep us from being married, once I had my diploma my dad gave the go ahead. While you were finishing your last semester my mom and I planned the wedding, nothing too big, but it was just what we wanted. Once we married though my grandpa had a medical problem. It was okay timing wise I was going to go make sure he was okay while you finished finals. When you were done, we were going to go on our honeymoon, where you promised to keep our selves pure for.
We didn't count on any accidents as you kissed me good bye and I promised to call you when I got there safely. When I did... I called you. Only, I didn't know what was going to happen when I got off the phone with you.

Two weeks later
I was okay. I woke up a week ago with a head ache when they tried finding out who I was... Only I didn't know. I don't know who I am. Titled Jane Doe, I watched my face go over the news asking if anyone knew who I was to call the number below, other then that no information was released... Apparently the wreck was so bad it was a miracle I was even alive. Suffering amnesia and a broken wrist plus a few cuts and scraps but other wise okay. One day when I was walking back with one of the nurses who was trying to help me remember anything about me, a man came in seeming rather frantic until he saw me.

Intro To book 2

The door slammed open as eight forms walked in. The seven large men dripping with darkness following some fire mage that had bright red hair, pale deathly skin, that’s eyes looked possessed, with no iris only blackness with darkened veins along the whites of his eyes and the blood veins along the face and neck as well as his hands. It was clear the moment his possessor would leave him that the mage wouldn’t last more than two minutes and would die a horrific death. As the seven stopped each one cloaked at the moment to hide the hideous features that made them the scariest things in Hell aside from the former ruler Schatten. The mage walked forward as though he was in charge of the whole place, the seven stopping to watch him as if he had complete control of them as well, or rather that he had their loyalty for they made no move to stop him. Instead they moved as though they were at his beck and call.

When he reached the edge of the table he slammed his hands down on the table where it burned into the rock with fire scorching and black fire moved towards the three siblings. The veins darkening as though the act weighed on the body more though the eyes, cold black pits that seemed to show you your darkest fears stared at the three siblings. Only two beings had eyes that could do this. Neither of them were suppose to be there let alone with the seven generals that had been banished after their creators disappearance. Though now it seemed the seven were here for some kind of avenge ran by the possessed fire mage.

“You three better have some damn good explanation to why you didn’t come.” The male said the voice was dual toned. One the fire mages fiery, snark voice, the other one seemed to cause the very shadows in the room to close in as the little light that was there dimmed more when he fell silent they only then slowly returned to the normal brightness as the generals of old slowly moved so that the head one stood behind the fire mage and two on each side of Torak, Malagorn and Zyra. Until he had spoken the sibling may have not taken the situation too seriously but now there was no doubt who had the mage possessed, and he seemed to have a lot of rage and power stored for nearly five millenniums in which he had been imprisoned in the Danion’s realm of the glass.

A blast into the past

Culture shock by a long shotYou were on vacation with your husband, trying to reconnect after you both returned home from the war. You were a WW2 nurse and he, he was a WW2 veteran. Now your husband, Richard Randal, has a long history in his family of living in the European country. Though you didn't know just how far back it went until the day you wandered into one of the many lost Stonehenge that scatters the country side. Where one minute you were standing in 1946 were your husband was waiting for you just a little ways down the hill, the next you were being pinned to the ground by a man who looked Identical to your husband except for one big difference, this man wasn't wearing the modern clothes of home but rather the bright red coat that the British army were famous for so long ago. 

Now in the middle of yet another war zone, at least that's what it appeared to be. Though instead of gunfire the sound was more medieval like. As you come over the rise you may never believe what you see. It's probably about the late 1600's or early 1700's. You're husbands look alike, is generally speaking, an ass. You get away, but barely without loosing what only you have given to Richard on your wedding night, that was when you met the other side of the battle.

I wasn't too keen to the idea of leaving a woman, no mater how poorly dressed she was, on the battle field, Especially with that rat scum bag Edward Randal. Though I'll tell you one thing, no matter how scared you might have been you seemed quiet out of the world. Especially with the swearin' that came from you. No Lady should be able to swear that well. It didn't take long for us to think you a spy with your accent and all not to mention you were with Randal. Though I learned quickly two things about you, one you had no right mind to what a lady's roll was and that a man's word is both law and binding, and two you were going to be in a lot of trouble if the red coats got a hold of you.

A Character analysis of one of my own

Zambien

Quickshot, Ragger or The Berserker

Male

Unsure of his own age but knows that it is over 150 to 300: Appears to be late twenties.

Ragger (a polite way of saying he is a mixed race), appears human with physical differences internally.

5”11’

178

Is a highly trained archer, knife thrower, and knife combat, and swords play, however he has been trained to use all sorts of weapons and will use if he has to. With this being said he has a very high survival instinct where should he begin to have a high adrenaline level and a lack in his control will go into a form known as “The Raggers Rage”. Though the rage can cause him to take in more blows, and enter an animalistic killing spree, the draw backs can result to a weaker state following the state, this includes but is not limited to, illness, fatigue, loss of conscious or “The Sleep”. “The Sleep” is similar to a coma were he can forget much of his life so that he is plagued with the bad in his life so that he has many holes in his memory.

Because of his past, Zambien has a lack of trust in people, with a higher distrust in females. He however will offer himself to save children, and innocent people from a punishment, as such he has a high pain tolerance caused over years of suffering. However should he pledge loyalty to someone or make a promise to them he would keep it, as such he rarely does and other wise comes off as a distant, guarded man with no fear of what is to come, or so it would appear. In war combat he is ruthless and blood lusting, but in a one to one fight, or in a situations where he is fleeing should more than one fall he is full of remorse and guilt.

Zambien’s life as far as he knows, consisted of his mother unwillingly being impregnated with him, but loved him when he was born all the same. When he was 8 his father returned and killed his mother in front of him. Shortly after he was sent to military school that was co-ed, and was taken advantage of multiple times by older students. However he graduated early, went straight into war. At that point he was quickly climbing ranks but was still victim to women’s desires. After the war he killed his father, and then he was put into a sort of cycling of slavery and prisoner. He is not unaccustomed to the lash of a whip or of pain as is visible across his body with minimal damage done to his face except for a scar from his temple to the vertebrae in his back.

Along with all that happened he received a curse burned into his skin, and engraved in three bones in his body that makes it difficult for him to die, but it also subjects him to a ‘rebirth’ where he again forgets all the good in his life and becomes only a soldier for commanding. The only perminte thing in his mind that was good was the first eight years of his life fallowed by the memory of suffering and even then he has some holes that can be reawaken similar to that of amnesia patients.

His last awakening put him in a world of which he knew little about and had him confused, because he had seen many worlds but nothing like that which he has awoken to from “the sleep” to find. With little hope of escape and no where else to go he only seeks to keep his freedom, and perhaps find a cause to fight for, but until then he has had to find his way threw a world where nothing makes logical sense and the only way to know direction is that of a large tower that he has attempted to keep at the back of him as much as possible going the other way, encountering many things that he never knew exsited and a fair share of men who ment no good will to him.

New Essay Intro

As college students many of us have had problems with a roommate or suitemate. Some of these issues include different sleep schedules, inconsiderate study habits, cleanliness, attitude, and smells. Many students have never had to deal with a roommate till their first year of college. While some know exactly what they are getting into, others have no idea what to expect. They either learn how to  deal with the roommate or decide to suffer in silence. Though it may seem small at first, it can slowly start to affect things like organization, sleeping patterns, or how other might perceive your appearance and odor.

On September 25, 2012 Sarah Peters wrote “Experts offer advice for roommate issues,” to The Daily Collegian, to help students understand ways to address issues they have with their roommates. They suggest talking about feelings and how “both people can sit down and discuss the issue” (Peters). The experts that Peters talk to work on reminding people that often in a dispute, or argument,  it’s not always best to try and get the people to see it your way, but rather find some kind of compromise. When first addressing the issue, instead of immediately saying what the roommate is doing wrong, make some gentle suggestions about your concerns. Another one of the suggestions that Sarah Peters made, was to avoid conflict. Some ways she suggested to do this was to create chore charts at the beginning of the semester, discuss and work things out, and be open with your roommate. However, it’s highly unlikely that these people have had to deal with cases where the roommate in the issue is too stubborn, or rude, to care how the other feels. There are ways to deal with such issues as inconsiderate roommates. In fact the world already has set up the perfect way to deal with bad roommates and in addition to give some entertainment value to the viewing public. Perhaps by turning the situation into a competitive shows.