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http://dl.dropbox.com/u/2267735/Cuento.m4v

It took me 40 min.  =)

12 survivors now, all split up, 6 resting and 6 on patrol. I was their leader, and I had no idea how long we could survive. I was scared and grossed out. Ally and ant were good friends. It still felt unreal to me. “you feel that unreal feeling too?” Nicole chimed into my thoughts as we walked the empty and eerily quite back parts of the store.

            “you read my mind?” I asked her. She smiled and nodded. We kept walking then we turned around and walked the other way, and then we repeated. I didn’t look at her as we walked; I was not even paying attention to really where I was. I could not get ants image out of my head. His dead body after I had shot him. i did not even notice when she moved in front of me or when she put her arms around me. I just stopped and responded unconsciously by hugging her back, still not there in my head. Then she got out of the long hug, that I myself could not say how long it was, I was still not there. She looked me in the eyes, and after what felt like forever I forced myself to look back. It was then I realized how pretty her eyes were, I scanned her face, her long black hair. She right then and there took my mind off of it all. I forgot about everything and we just moved together. The kiss was the first real kiss I had, and it felt weird but good at the same time. I don’t know how long it lasted. I can’t even go back to explain how it felt. It was indescribably good. During this my mind raced and I came to a conclusion alarmingly fast. I did in fact love Nicole, but just as I thought about that my mind went back to Julia. Afterward we continued to hug each other. My mind was now even more jumbled then before. I didn’t care about the fact that we were trapped in the middle of a zombie apocalypse with no escape because by now the store is probably completely surrounded, or how eventually we would run out of food. My teenage brain was now focused on girls. This was more then the normal teenage lust though, there were two girls that I knew I was in love with, and another that I was still unsure about but something was definitely there

            just then a moan came from behind me and I quickly broke the hug and stopped thinking about the girls to face the new threat. There in the hall that we were supposed to watch was a zombie. I raised my gun without much thought and shot a round off, a hit, a kill, 7 rounds left. “Shit, we let our guard down” I looked over at Nicole who was armed with a golf club.  She looked to be confused

            “how. where the hell did he come form?”

            “that is the direction of the stairs to the roof accesses, no one checked the roof.” We both looked at each other and then ran towards the stairs. “text Chris tell him we may need backup”  I turned the corner to see 5 more zombies all very close and approaching fast I raised my gun and fired away, BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM, right away four zombies dropped but I did not stop shooting BLAM. At that point my aim was off from the kick back and I missed BLAM I missed again. I stopped myself from missing again. I took aim again and shot, the last round struck the last zombie in the neck, the pistol locked back. I was out and the zombie continued walking towards me. I stepped back behind Nicole who swung and knocked the zombie back. I moved out of the way as she proceeded to beat the zombie to death. In the down time I got a clip and loaded the gun. 15 shots in the gun now, and 2 more clips left.

            “come on” Nicole said as she was done beating the zombie “we need to clear that roof before it gets worse”  she ran ahead, and I was quick to follow. I wanted to tell her to wait, I had the gun, let me go first. I was scared that she might think I was being too protective though. She got to the bottom of the steps and two more zombies were on the stairs. She charged them with no fear and beat them down smashing their heads in with her club.  I secretly admired the fact that she kicked ass, but I was still worried about her well being. She ran up the steps and I yelled after her to wait but she kept going, until she disappeared into the bright sunny opening that lead to the roof.

Fotos de mi Cuento













El Video 

It shall be warm tomorrow. I have two pairs of '70s inspired gym shorts. My grandmother loved- loves rather- my grandfather in a forever sort of fashion. Lemonheads are a cure-all. (Somewhat like windex to the patriarch of a Greek-American family in a comical film often shown on TBS.)

So I had the greatest intention to right another story about the theme "If I would have known". I just finished writing a pretty great story about my old job and all my wonderful memories. Then as soon as I went to post it my wifi SHUT OFF!
ARE YOU SERIOUS? I lost everything :(

"The 1st person we have up today in out first ever poetry slam....is....."  This was the first part of the sentence that would begin what could have been a life time. But a good story always has a beginning so let me go there...

"The 1st person we have up today in out first ever poetry slam....is....."  This was the first part of the sentence that would begin what could have been a life time. But a good story always has a beginning so let me go there...

"oh yeah...thats right...todays the first poetry slam" I said, walking into Mr. Chases room today at C - Band. I walk to the back...i carefully look over each chair to see which one im going to sit in. after i finally find my seat, i notice the smell of tea, coffee and cookies filling the room.  
"Dang...forgot my mug..."
"Ok Class, take your seats" Mr chase echoed to the room.  

Let us begin with a melancholy tale:

He crossed the street, well aware that she would not notice his absence until she awoke tomorrow without a ride.

Now to uplift the spirits!:

Bold he shall never be, but when she returns to sing- poorly- beneath his window he will turn off the sprinklers and provide her a chair.

Girl on the phone- Meet me at 8th street... my baby father mom wants to talk to me about something... don't worry we can roll up at they house.... no we won't be late for work...

Coco whimpered as his love was carried away to the operation room. Fluffy was pregnant, and there was no room in the shelter for puppies.

 

Seeing everyone with balloons and flowers was upsetting but I realized today is just another day, he shows me he loves me everyday but a balloon wouldn't hurt.

My oldest sister Katie who is the College ​Neighborhood Coordinator at Penn State main is in the process of making State Patty's Day less reckless as it has been in the past. In effort, she and other volunteers and students are encouraging families to be present while the unofficial day is being celebrated. They believe that mere presence of families people will mostly like be reluctant to (for example) urinate in public. In addition, an off-campus union is tactfully planning to hand out free pretzels. With food in these peoples' stomachs, puking and alcohol poisoning are more preventative. Thousands of students from other universities plan on attending the event. From the past few years, it has been shown that those who cause the most trouble have not been from the university. My sister and her supporters' goals are not to create an "anti-drinking army" but rather keep the community under control and still have fun. Hopefully those who are visiting from outside the university won't trash the campus this year.

http://www.statecollege.com/news/local-news/for-state-pattys-day-state-college-wants-a-community-presence-655129/

She says if I attend, she will be sure to tell everyone that I am her sister. Mind you, she will be running down the street wearing a bright yellow hat and wearing a shirt that says "sober is sexy!"

Thank you for giving me something I never had before. Not only did you accept my love but, you gave me yours in return.

 

I feel that my art is a representation of who I am and what I like. When it came to drawing my face I knew before hand that I would have problems since I never felt I was good at proportion on a face, or at drawing noses. But after talking to my father, who is an artist, I figured them out. I also had a lot of help from my friends with their, 'constructive' criticism. I had been so used to drawing in the anime form which didn't focus on the nose of mouth, and had different proportions. Then when I had to draw my hand, something that I had always struggled to draw, I had to push myself to my limits. I thank Ms. Hull for giving us things that we NEEDED to draw, or else I would have stuck to my norm and never be able to say that I at least tried. Now I am truly proud of the art work that I have posted here.

My face in charcoal
My face in pencil
My hand drawing
Full body
Clear bottle (big)

Art inspiration 

2 art recreations

Long ago there was a gnome
Who ate every piece of food in Rome
When he was done, he we home
Skated along the shiny chrome
Thoughts racing through his little dome
When he arrived, he settled into the loam
But not long after, his mouth started to foam

You see, the gnome had rabies
Such a sad, sad disease
Kills many
Killed this gnome
Might kill you

Moral of the story: don't share needles.

​Studying for tests, completing projects and finishing my homework each night seems to come easy to me.  My 8^th grade teacher called in “playing school” and it’s a game I’ve always won. However the good grades and friendly teachers come with a price.  Though I never understood it, there were always people who disliked me, maybe even hated me because I always pushed myself.  And while that sometimes bothered me, the worst part of being so “perfect” in everyone’s eyes was the stress that I deemed necessary to maintain that perfection. 

I started my college process like every other student: with the SATs.  However, unlike most students, I had spent the proceeding 4 months reviewing sentence structure, math concepts and reading techniques.  I took practice sections almost every week; I would shut my door and inform the entire house that no one was to disturb me while I prepared for my future.  Now, that seriousness makes me laugh, but between the regular SATs and then the subject test, it was my life for almost a year. 

Now I’m sure most of you are thinking, “she’s crazy.”  Go ahead, admit it.  I feel the same way sometimes.  I push myself way to hard and worry about things that while important, aren’t that important.

I remember working on my Georgetown application and staring at my computer for almost 5 minutes before actually submitting it.  Again, I needed to recheck everything, ensuring that it was perfect.  It was my first choice and I knew I’d be devastated if I wasn’t accepted.  The month and a half wait to hear the committee’s decision almost killed me.  You can ask my friends; I talked about it constantly.  “You’ll get in, Taylor.  Stop freaking out.”  “But what if..” was the chorus on replay in my head. 

On the Monday before I was supposed to find out, I was called to Ms. Hirshfield’s.  I didn’t know what it was about, but I figured a college had sent me a package, which wasn’t uncommon.  I walk in and she’s beaming.  I give her the awkward, “I don’t know what’s going on, but it must be good” eyebrow raise. 

“So… Georgetown,” she prompted.

“I don’t hear till Wednesday,” I answered. 

She was still grinning and then it hit me.

“I got in! I got in!” All of a sudden I was jumping and clapping.  No, it was not one of my most modest moments, but I didn’t care.  I was too happy for words. 

I called my mom, who shared my excitement.  “I knew you would, honey.”  My dad was even more blunt over the news.  “Yeah.. and?  It’s not like I didn’t expect it.”  Each one of my friends echoed their sentiments.  “Of course you did, congrats!”  “We knew you would, Taylor.” 

The more people I told, the more annoyed I got.  Was the accomplishment less impressive because it was expected? Even worse, if everyone else had knew, why hadn’t I?  I couldn’t help but wonder, If I had known that everything would work out in the end, would I have let stress dictate my entire high school career?