I am an 18 year old male who is a senior in high school. i write about various thing basically whatever is on my mind
Thursday, October 28, 2010
haunted house
my friend is doing a haunted house on friday he is hyping it up makin it sound scary he says its so scary they r giving the guests safety words well ill be sure 2 check his out. any1 else got big plans 4 Halloween
Sunday, October 24, 2010
star wars
rumor has it that lucas is making another trilogy to the star wars movies after he remakes the original movies in 3d. i feel so sorry 4 all the star wars fans he should have stopped after the original trilogy imo cuz what came after that is garbage and there isnt a doubt in my mind that if he makes a new trilogy it 2 will be garbage. seriously lucas wtf.
http://io9.com/5671581/george-lucas-reported-creating-new-star-wars-sequel-trilogy-thats-not-about-the-skywalkers
http://io9.com/5671581/george-lucas-reported-creating-new-star-wars-sequel-trilogy-thats-not-about-the-skywalkers
Friday, October 22, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
just a little something i wrote in 10th grade found it saved on my hardrive started 2 bring back memories
I don’t know why but I have always loved the rain. Not the weak rain that doesn’t pound heavily on the porch but the strong rain that cascades down from the roof. Perhaps it was my Irish heritage. My dad said he grew up in Ireland and there it rained almost every day of the summer. I remember when I was a kid I would always sit in my garage with the door open and just watch the rain poor down. To me it was one of the most peaceful images imaginable. There is also no sound as peaceful as rain. The thousands of tiny droplets hitting the roof, the booming sound of thunder and the piercing sound of the wind as it rips through the trees. It. It was all so peaceful. I don’t know why I loved the rain.
I don’t know why but I have always loved the rain. Not the weak rain that doesn’t pound heavily on the porch but the strong rain that cascades down from the roof. Perhaps it was my Irish heritage. My dad said he grew up in Ireland and there it rained almost every day of the summer. I remember when I was a kid I would always sit in my garage with the door open and just watch the rain poor down. To me it was one of the most peaceful images imaginable. There is also no sound as peaceful as rain. The thousands of tiny droplets hitting the roof, the booming sound of thunder and the piercing sound of the wind as it rips through the trees. It. It was all so peaceful. I don’t know why I loved the rain.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
chilean miners
so i heard the miners from Chile finally got out today. they were down there for 70 days given food through a 4inch hole in the rock. my guess is they will suffer from muscle atrophy and maybe post traumatic stress but we will see. maybe mainstream hollywood will decide to make a movie on their story i hope not.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
games
has anyone played amnesia the dark decent? that game is fuckin scary really gets the blood pumping. it was a lot scarier than F.E.A.R because you dont get any weapons when there is an enemy you have to outsmart it by either hiding or sometimes running, you get a feeling of helplessness in the game and i think thats what really makes it scary unlike most of the horror games
Thursday, October 7, 2010
story time
here is a story i thought id share with u guys i wrote it in 9th grade enjoy
Ditched
It was moving time. My family and I were going to move to a new house, but I wanted to stay at the old house at the time I was six years old. “I’m not going” I told my parents over and over again but they didn’t listen. I pleaded and begged until finally they said they were going to leave without me. I saw them get into the car; I still wasn’t going to go, my Dad started the engine, but I still stood at the door waiting. He then closed the door backed out of the driveway and drove off. I was surprised that they actually left without me. When the car had gone out of sight I closed the door and went back inside. I was all alone nobody was in the house but me. I looked in the refrigerator which was almost empty and grabbed the peanut butter then I grabbed the last slice of bread and began making a sandwich. When my parents came home they saw me throwing a temper tantrum, but it wasn’t because they left me it was because I couldn’t find any jelly to finish making my sandwich.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
engrish
here is a poem i had 2 write for English class enjoy
The cemetery.
His eyes were fixated on the spot that she died.
Even though she was gone he could still hear her cry.
With heavy eyes,
He looked back to yesterday.
He was at the same place the days decay.
For weeks his obsession grew some say he was attached to the grave.
Brought there every night like a dog on a chain.
When the wind howled and cut his cheeks
He would swear it was her and grind those teeth.
He was no longer human just obsession hiding under skin and flesh
You could hear it on his breath
"She is here, right here in this grave
her thoughts peirce my mind and take away the day
and if i agree to the way she persuades
I'll be lying here too with nothing else to say"
The days soon passed an he couldn't take it much longer
The sound of her voice kept getting stronger
He united himself to that ground where she was buried
Now forever a part of that cemetery.
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