Wasting TIme

In all honestly, I find that it would be extremely difficult to waste time, because no one knows our true purpose here. Lets think about it.

What is considered productive?? Learning things you didn't know could be productive. But so could hanging out with one that you don't know, and getting to know them.

My summer, is going to consist of playing ukulele ALL the time, and jam sessions with my friends. Music all day. Now, some might consider that being unproductive, for I will never be famous, but it's what I love to do. Therefore, it is not a waste of time. Matter of fact, this is the ONLY thing that keeps me going everyday.

But not everything you do that you don't like is a waste of time.

Let's take blogs for example, I personally have a very tough time doing them. But:

blogs=good grades
good grades=college
college=education
education=good job/career
good job/career=money
money=no worries for me and my family

i hate the fact that the world revolves around money, but that's the way it is. and i'll do what i have to do, to assure that my future is somewhat bright.

Until then, I will not waste time. (:

The Kore

It's the year 2132, technology and magic have now taken over. Nature no longer exists, for the world has transformed to a giant metropolis. In this metropolis, there is a main and central city, which contains the source of all power. The Kore. The Kore is not human made, for it has been around since humans entered this world.  It's a mysterious, magical, and unexplainable force that controls the human lifestyle. It powers the world, and is not questioned. Knowledge about the Kore is lacking, and no one really cares to get to understand it either. Except, for a very curious young woman named Ramona.

A loud buzzing sound went off, and continued for a short while. Unignorable, and neverending, this loud buzzing brings a teenage girl through the bedsheets, and struggling to press a button on this device. She hits the button with a thud, and a hologram of  another teenage girl leaps into the air above her.

"Ramona!! It's 12:30, get up!" says the digital figure

"Alright Cecilia.." mumbled a tired, yet almost graceful voice from underneath the covers.

"No, seriously!! I won't hang up until you do!"

"Alright, I will,!" said Ramona, with as much effort as she could put into her lethargic vocal chords as possible.

"Ramona! I'll be over in 10 minutes, and you better be ready!"

And with this, the transmission ended, and Ramona decided to get up and get ready. She knew that Cecelia said she'd be over in 10, but knowing Cecelia, she'd be over in 5.

Ramona was a very attractive young woman, with a 5'9, slender figure. She had dark brown hair down to her shoulders, and eyes a shade of brown that mesmerized men with a glance. Her smile was bright, and natural. But it looked as if she had dental correction, which was very common in the futuristic society.

Cecilia arrived shortly after Ramona was done getting ready. They decided that they would have a girls night in for that night, for Ramona wasn't feeling the best. They decided to walk downtown to the download vendor for a couple movies, which took about 15 or 20 minutes depending on the pace. During the walk, Ramona looked towards the Kore, and became intrigued.

"Hey Cecelia, I gotta ask you something."

"What's up Mona??"

"What do you think the Kore is like?? I mean really, it must have a personality right? Don't you think-"

"Ramona! Stop! You know the Kore hears everything, we AREN'T to question it!"

And with this, they discontinued the conversation, and finished the journey to the vendor as if it never happened, but it couldn't be forgotten.

After the girls night, Ramona went off to bed, and looked out her window for one last view of downtown before she was off too sleep. The Kore popped out to her, as she could see it vaguely, yet distinctly.

"Hmm, I wish I could talk to you, get to know you, because I know that you must think. Must feel. Let me inside. I'm not afraid of you Mr. Kore."

This sentence left her with a sigh, and she slid into her covers. Her eyelids closed, and she started to dream.

This dream brought her a voice, a voice she had been longing for.

" You can call me Ethan".

O Brother, Why Do I Call You Bubby??

You know how most people call their older brothers bubby?? I happen to call my younger one by this nickname,   and i'll never understand why. I think it's because he REFUSED to call ME bubby. he may be 8 years old, but he acts like he's going on 30. whenever i drive, i have the passenger seat driver, and the car seat driver, who literally hasn't driven anything except a big wheel anytime in his life. it's not even right. he recently decided that he is going to open a bank account, so he can save money for a car, and college. He asked me the other day, if i would mind teaching him algebra. Think about this, what 8 year old wants to learn algebra??

My little bubby is also convinced that he is overall smarter than me, which i think is almost comical. He insists that he WILL go to college early, which i tried to tell him he won't, but he assumed that he is going to OSU at 16. Which is cool with me, cause i'd love seeing that happen.

In all seriousness though, I love that dude with everything I have. I'd give my life for him. He's the perfect wingman, and he's a good laugh whenever I need one.

<3 Bubbss

Cartoons

In all honesty Mr. Potter, this has been wayyy overdue, but i'll continue anyways.

THE best cartoon as a child, in my opinion, would probably have to be either recess, or scooby doo.

Recess is the basis of childhood fun. They talk about all these t.v. shows which supposedly show the lives of true teens, well, recess was the cartoon version of kids lives. The shenanigans that go down on that playground, I used to be able to relate too in many ways, and on many occasions. My favorite character would have to be JP, (or something like that) because he was always the mastermind of the plans. He was the mischief maker, and every episode gave me a nice chuckle. He always put me in a good mood, for he reminded me that somethings aren't all bad. That dude got detentions all the time, and just rolled with them and lived on from there.

The next and only cartoon that I would every feel like mentioning when it comes to my childhood t.v. watching, is Scooby-Doo. This show WAS my life from age 4-10 and I still watch it on occasions. The reason this show was so great, was because it made me think. I loved mysteries when I was a kid, and I still do. I found myself trying to solve each mystery as it happened, and when i actually got one, i'd run around the house screaming for a solid 5 minutes. i remember, i used to have this little PVC pipe, scooby doo tent, in my room, and i would sometimes sleep in there until i fell asleep, watching scooby. at one point, i also had some scooby doo bedsheets, which were so boss, until i turned 12.

In all honesty, these two have impacted me so much over the years. I AM NOW THAT MEDDLING KID.

“A roo, a roo! ” Says Scooby Doo With Daphne, Velma, Fred, and Shaggy too “A roo, a roo” He says again But the Mystery Gang wasn’t listenin’ “What is it Scooby Doo? ” Shaggy says as he barks and barks at the glowing prints of shoes “It’s ok Scoob, I’m spooked too.” Shaggy says because he doesn’t have a clue “Jeenkies! A note.” Says Velma as Scooby Doo starts to mope “All we need is a clue.” Said Fred since he always knows what to do “A roo, a roo! ” Again says Scooby Doo Then says Shaggy “Like, what’s wrong Scoob? ” “Maybe he wants a Scooby snack.” Said Dapne “I know, maybe he wants a Scooby snack! ” Said Freddie So Velma throws Scooby Doo a Scooby snack And Scooby Doo just eats it and goes right back: “A ROO, A ROO! ! ” Scooby screams again jumping onto Shaggy Shaggy screams and runs into the gang, stumble stacking Just then Fred turns around and looks at the glowing prints of shoes And you know what he says? “Hey you guys! A Clue! ”

i love two minute mysteries, i recently looked up some more, and found this interesting one that should be read. give it a try (:

Detective Nose reported to the scene of the robbery and immediately noticed that officers were already inside the store speaking with the owner. Since they looked occupied, Nose decided to take a look around to see what evidence he could collect.

The jewellery store was located facing a quiet street, attached to a small boutique on the right. A bright red canopy stretched across the building that seemed to add a touch of a class and elegance to the neighbourhood. As the detective walked around the building, he was careful to watch his step. The sidewalk was littered with broken glass from the large display window where Nose assumed the burglar had gained entry. Around to the left side of the building was a long alleyway that stretched as far as the Detective could see. The buildings that lined the alleyway had no windows facing the left side although he could see a few small air vents. To the back of the building was a steel reinforced door, which was locked.

Nose quickly drew a rough sketch of the scene in his notepad and then hurried off inside to join the officers. Fortunately, his arrival was just in time to hear the owner's recollection of the morning events.

"I don't really have much to tell you," the owner said. "I arrived this morning, albeit a few minutes late, to open up shop for the day. When I arrived, the first thing I noticed was the broken window. I took out my key and unlocked the front door. After taking a quick survey of what was missing, I phoned the police from the phone in my office. It is ironic since just last week I booked an appointment to have an alarm installed on the front door for early this morning. Our last system was outdated and was dismantled just yesterday in anticipation of installing the new alarm system."

The Detective took a quick look around and noticed many empty jewellery cases where necklaces, rings and other assorted treasures should have been and then he asked to have a private word with the police. They all stepped aside.

"He hasn't mentioned whether or not his jewellery was insured", said Nose, "but I'm willing to bet he is trying to commit insurance fraud!"

What lead Detective Nose to believe that the robbery was no more than an attempt atinsurance fraud?

haha i solved this, you're turn (;

make up blogg???

while sitting in mr. potters classroom one day, i happened to see a certain plastic bottle that crossed my eye. i came to the conclusion, that it was a new flavor of mountain dew: white out. i asked mr. potter if it was good tasting, and he said it was delicious. instead of just taking mr. potter's word for it, i decided to try it. to be honest, it was absolutely amazing. the light citrus flavor topped with the classic mountain dew taste, was something i'll never forget. as this delectable beverage went down my esophagus, i was really hoping it would never end.  thank you mountain dew white out, and thank you mr. potter.

ughhh..

                The story of Nightjohn was mainly about the hardships and life of slaves. Living under a cruel slave owner, this reading expressed the desperate attempts at freedom, and what happened to those that tried. In the reading, there was a story told about a strong willed woman slave, who was told to be a breeder. She refused, so she was basically raped. Afterwards, she really no longer had the will to live. She attempted many ways of suicide, such as running away. The character of Nightjohn, was brought to this plantation, to teach reading and writing to other slaves. He was free at one point, but he insists on coming back, because it'll help the negro people get the freedoms they deserved. He says, that once it's written down, that people will never dare to attempt these atrocities again. The hardships and torture of fellow mankind, is a lesson that will not be soon forgotten.

              Mascot, a story about, and written by, Malcolm X, was a very powerful reading about the oppression and segregation of black people. Malcolm wrote about the when he was sent to a reform school, and the time he spent with white people. He almost felt like a "mascot", because he was a well behaved, educated, and token black guy surrounded by white people. He also referred to memories, of white people acting like he didn't even exist. For example, when he was in the kitchen, the owners of the place that he lived in at the moment would freely talk in a derogatory manner towards black folks. Malcolm's live changed completely around, when he told his teacher, Mr.Olshansky (not sure about spelling) that he wanted to be a lawyer. His teacher responded by saying that he should try to be something "realistic" and something that negroes could do. This led to one of the most known civil rights activists that we know today.

             The Great Debaters was similar and different than the two stories that we read in class. They were all during the early 1900's, when slavery and oppression was very common. At one point, every main character in every story experienced extreme prejudice. The debaters ran into a lynch mob that tried to kill them, in Nightjohn, they were slaves, and in Mascot, they blatantly talked about black people in front of Malcolm. In every story, they talked about how freedom would come in small steps, and how it had to be worked for. The  civil rights movement for black people shows just how if one perseveres, one can achieve great things.