This weekend I went to Cold Stones Creamery for the first time just to have a taste of their popular ice cream. When I stepped up to the counter I was able to see the dozens of different flavor ice cream they served :Cheesecake ice cream, chocolate, vanilla, cookie-dough, etc. I already knew what I wanted after looking at the posters plastered across the walls. I stepped up to the register and asked for the "Chocolate Devotion". The lady took 4 huge scoops of the chocolate ice cream and sat the ice cream on the a counter, not in a bowl or anything. I stared at it motionless asking myself if she accidentally dropped my order, or is this a procedure. She took a large spoon and smeared the smooth, thick ice cream across the counter, then she took a cup of chocolate chips and slowly poured the entire cup onto the ice cream. With two spoons she mixed the both the chocolate chips and ice cream, after 30 seconds or so, she took two large brownies and mixed them into the ice cream as well. After about 45 seconds of mixing, she placed my ice cream into a waffle bowl and topped the desert off with whipped cream and fudge. After paying the price of $7.00 for this "Chocolate Devotion", I thought in the back of my mind , "This better be the best ice cream I've ever tasted." After eating the first spoon full of "Chocolate Devotion", I thought "indeed it was".
This isn't an actual picture of my desert, but it's close enough. Just imagine whipped cream on the top.
She finally told her parents the news. As she saw their expressions change from excitement to doubt, her carefully built confidence faded.
"Oy vey! Honestly, honey? We understand that you're in the city now and want to experience all that it has to offer, but neither of us are too comfortable with this idea. I'm sure you're not either.
"You need to give him a chance. Please. I don't want to live our life together without him ever meeting you. This is not some passing fling. It's real; realer than anything has ever been. It's already more serious than it ever was with David."
She closed her eyes, as that year came back to her in a wave of regret. She had married him, naively believing that love was about sacrificing ever last drop of yourself for someone else. Their marriage had lasted eight months, but hadn't been a happy one since the "I do's." She knew this one would be different, if only she could get her family's approval.
Yo soy
Fidel Alejandro Castro, el presidente antiguo de Cuba. Yo era nació y crié
próximo Birán en la provincia este Oriente de Cuba. Yo era crié en una familia
rica y luego asistió aEl colegio
de Belén. Después de mi graduación yo asistió la escuela de leyes a la
Universidad de Havana y me interesé en sensibilidades política de nacionalismo
de Cuba, anti-imperialismo, y socialismo. Me importa es justicia social, en 1947
yo intenté derrocar Rafael Trujillo. En mi Pías yo intenté derrocar un dictador
General Fulgencio Batista por ataque con 150 partidarios. El ataque no trabajo
y yo era condené y sentencié para quince años en cárcel. Ese incidente hizo me
famosa en todo lugares de Cuba. Yo era liberé debajo trato de amnistía con
Batista. Después de incidente yo trabajaba con Ernesto “Che” Guevara a derroca
Batista, nosotros tenemos éxito y yo hacerme Comandante y Jefe de los militares
y luego primer ministro.
En
la pintura yo mira un parte de un tren. Un parte es solo en un campo enfrente
de árboles. Los colores de la pintura es mas brillantes y muy bonito. Un color
que destaca mas es rojo el color de un parte de tren.El tono de pintura es agridulce como el ron. El fondo es muy
linda los colores de los árboles y el cielo es suave pero el parte de tren siéntense
todo solamente. Los colores de la
pintura se vuelve más saturada de arriba abajo. La pintura tiene una dimensión
debido a la amplia de la oscuridad a blandos. La pintura es simplista, que es
porque la pintura es bonita.
El
rojo de el tren recuerda me cuando yo formé una relación con el Unión Soviética
y Cuba adopté un economía comunismo. También la pintura recuerda me de la
tierra de mi padre. Para mi un parte de el tren representa el partido
comunismo, en el mundo de capitalismo y imperialismo, comunismo camina solo y
no esacepté. El mensaje de la
pintura es en tú vida vas a tener ideas y un ponto de vista diferente que el
mundo o el otro grupo y tú tendrás camina solo pero no abandonar tus ideas. A
veces ser un individual o un líder significa ser solo.La más importante es tú a mantenerse
fiel a ti mismo. La pintura hace me sentir bien acerca de mis decisionesin mí vida. Es como el espejo de mi
vida y ideas políticas. Me hace reflexionar sobre mi vida.
Me
gusta la pintura es muy bonita y tranquila. La técnica de el pintores muy bien y la pintura casi mira
real. La pintura mira luminosa y monta fuerza con el tren. Estoy de acuerdo con la mensaje de el
pintor. Mirando a otros pinturas de Paul Sierra el es dotado y perspicaz. Yo
respecta su obras. Sería mejor si cambié nada.
When I was little, my family would take lots of vacations. Road trips, mostly. We flew to Disney World and Florida a couple of times, but our tradition was to pile into a car and drive for hours to visit family friends along the east coast.
I loved it. I loved being tuna-canned into a car with the people I liked most. I loved driving everyone insane. I was hyper as a child-- and not your run-of-the-mill-every-kid-is-hyperactive hyper. I had ADHD. My body generated more energy than a nuclear power plant. By the end of most of these trips, everyone in the car would hate me. I was that annoying.
One summer, we decided to take advantage of my mom's friend's cousin's timeshare. Anything to save a buck or two. So my little makeshift family, made up of my me and my best friend and my Mom and her best friend and her best friend's daughter and her best friend's daughter's best friend, piled into our minivan and went on our way.
I don't remember how long the trip was. All I remember iss that I was endlessly distracted. My mom brought toys, books, videogames, and even a T.V./VCR that we plugged into the car and played movies on. A couple of times, we played the quiet game. But that never lasted long. I sucked at the quiet game.
When we finally arrived at the border between North and South Carolina, my friend and I, being video game fanatics, begged my mom to go to an arcade that we had found. There was a giraffe statue outside of it. It looked awesome.
When we got inside, though, we found out that this was where games went to die. More than half of them were out of service. The rest were either missing pieces, broken, or lame. There was a game that had a giant, smiling clown face with comically (or terrifyingly, depending on how you feel about clowns) large teeth that you had to hit with little foam balls to get points. Except half the teeth were missing. This clown's mouth looked like piano keys. I think he had more teeth missing than actually there.
I live in box. I don't want anything that I don't need to survive. It will make too much of a mess. I'm tired of collecting things, everything is useless.
My friend decided to tot me around today to try on prom dresses. I actually got to try one I saw in a magazine and was obsessed with. It was amazing even if it wasn't in the color I wanted. They made me try more but that first one from the magazine was the one i loved. But way to expensive. Must find it some where else now.
today i went bowling with my mother, 2 brothers and sister. it was fun .... surprisingly. I was in the middle of cleaning my room when my mom came in the house and said that we were going somewhere . Initially I rolled my eyes. I assumed she was taking us to one of those annoying museums again. However ( :D ) she was taking us somewhere else. She said SKATING AND BOWLING .
We ended up leaving really late because my dad decided instead of driving us there , he wanted to wash clothes and because my mom doesn't have a license we had to use septa and our feet .
Before we arrived to our destination we stopped at 7 eleven . And in my opinion WaWa is wayyyy better . I didnt know this at first though . We got in the store and she told us we could get anything we wanted . I mean to some children this is no big deal , but to me it was . We hardly ever get to get ANYTHING we want. I got two 11/8 big beef hotdogs , a big bag of ruffles, and a arizona icetea. This was so ideal :)
By the time we arrived the skating place was closed but luckily the bowling alley was still open. The best thing about bowling with my mother is that she pays you for every pin you knock down . Every pin is worth 5 cents , every spare is worth 25 cents, and every strike is a 1 dollar. Now it may seem like a little bit , but as the game goes on I can personally say I feel rich . I ended up with 4.25 with no strikes and a couple of spares . I also beat my 3 year old sister , 5 year old brother and my 12 year old too. I was beyond accomplished.
After that , she took my older brother and I to ritas . I ordered vanilla custard on a cone. This day was nice , very beautiful .
But when i came home i had to finish cleaning my room and doing other things that I was interrupted for . and now my mom is getting on my nerves asking me to take my clothes out for church when she knows ill change my mind in the morning. shes asking me to find bathroom mats while im trying to write this blog . and to top it off i went in the bathroom and she didnt flush . now Im going to reread what I wrote so I can lose the attitude i have with her right now and be grateful for the day I spent with her.
Today I went to Cherry Hill mall with Eric. I ended up going to Aerie, which is my absolute most favorite store, ever. I told myself that I would only spend like, $20. But that idea completely changed once I walked in to that store. I rushed to the nearest ATM to take out $40. So I basically spent my entire paycheck on some wonderful new clothes. Although I am now broke until next Friday, at least I got some new shirts and undies! :D
Soy Gonzalo Infante. Tengo once años y soy en el cuarto grado. Yo
soy de la patria Chile, y mi familia
es muy rico.Yo tengo pelo rojo y
ojos morenos. Nosotros somos de la clase
alta. Voy a la escuela de St. Patrick. No tengo muchos amigos. Tengo una familia
grande. Vivo con mi mama, mi papa, mi hermana, y mi hermano. Mi valor más
importante es mi familia. A mí me encanta mi familia, pero mi madre es la
persona más importante a mí. Una mala experiencia que yo tenía, pasaba entre mi
mama mi amiga, Silvana. Yo estaba vendiendo indicadores, cuando Silvana fue hasta
el coche de mi mama y le cupó en la ventana.Una de mis vecinos le gritó a Silvana. Después, mi mama trató
ayudarle a Silvana, pero Silvana no la quería. Ello gritaron y lucharon. Yo estaba allí mientras
todo pasaba. I mama me llamó, pero yo decidí corre. Mi mejor experiencia pasaba
con mi amigo Machuca. Nosotros estábamos a una fiesta y teníamos mucha
divertida. No puedo elegir un partido político favorito porque mi familia y mis
amigos no están de acuerdo sobre la política. Por eso no sé a quién apoyar, y estar en contra de.
En estaobra yo no
veo muchas cosas. Veo las pies de una persona. También veo una sección que tiene
mucho, gente asentado. Hay muchos formas diferentes, como los cuadrados, los rectángulos, y los círculos. Los
colores son una mezcla de brillantes y apagados. Están muchos colores en esta
pintura, como rojo, negro, azul, y rosa. El tono de esta pintura es ocupado. Parece
ocupado por que hay muchas cosas que aparecen en esta pintura. Hay una persona
con zapatos en la obra también. En la pintura yo veo modelos diferente. En el
parte fondo veo un tribunal con mucha gente.Abajo en le obra se ves un mapa. En el zapato, hay una
mensaje que dice “Keep Moving.” Pienso que la pintura sobre todos es una
mensaje para moverte en la vida.
Subjectively
En esta pintura me recuerde de una memoria que tenía con mi amigo
Machuca cuando fui a la casa de él. Los niños jugaban con palillos. Machuca vivía
en un lugar en una diferente que mi. Las casas eran como cabañas y no eran
grandes. Pero yo no le juzgaba a él.
Entiendo que no toda gente tiene dinero
como mi familia. Cuando nosotros fuimos a su casa, su mama estaba en la cocina.
Ella hizo té para nosotros. Pienso que la pintura representa la vida. Pienso
esto por que un parte de esta pintura se parece pobre, y el otro parte parece
rico. Pienso que la obra revela la mensaje que simple necesitásemos moveremos
en la vida. También creo que la mensaje es para mover se adelante porque en la
obra los zapatos dicen “Keep Moving.”
Creo
que la pintura le da a gente la mensaje “Keep Moving” por que el nobre de la
pintura es “All the Time Everywhere.” El nombre y la mensaje son relacionados. Puedo hacer una
concesión entre la mensaje de la pintura y mi vida. Necesito mover me delante
de las situaciones malas en mi vida. Cuando yo veo esta pintura me siento la esperanza para el futuro. Pero, por un lado me siento deprimido por quede la muerte de mi
amiga Silvana.Aunque yo sé que ella está en una mejor
lugar.
Conclusión
Estoy
con la mensaje de la artista porque es una valuable mensaje para gente. También
por que dice mover pasante en la vida. Quiero que es una bien mensaje que gente
demen tener en la vida.
Two days later, he buzzed her over the intercom. They took the subway to a restaurant that he had been visiting since his childhood. La Caridad means charity in Spanish, but the food was delicious. The small dining room was filled with families and college students, all laughing and enjoying their Cuban-Chinese meals. She decided he would have to take Batia there for next week's girl's night.
As the conversation deepened, she realized how different they were.
"So what about your family. They must be liberal enough, if you're on a date with a black guy."
"Actually, I grew up in the suburbs, in Jersey. And I'm not planning on telling them quite yet.
"Oh. Well, if anything, I'm pretty good with secrets. My parents never knew that I dropped out of the Seventh Day Adventist HBCU that they sent me to." He laughed. "Any rebellious nature in there?" He nodded at her.
"No, not really. I mean, there was a time when I didn't want to go back to college-I didn't have any friends; it was horrible. I took the bus all the way home (it was a 6 hour bus ride, which I had never taken before) alone, without even telling them I was coming. I even crossed the 6 lane highway to get to my street- but they convinced me that it would work out and eventually I met some great people."
"Wow, so a Jewish girl, who likes adventure," he said. "This could work."
I hope you're right, she thought, as she took a sip of her Diet Coke.
This was the view from inside the prison. This was my jail cell. Well not mine, I guess - I was rather small and my roommate technically claimed it as his. Not many people know this about me, but last summer I was in jail for about a month and a half for allegedly killing a prostitute I picked up after an especially lonely night. However, I was able to spew some legal BS about the constitution and they let me off the hook.
Nate had a chip on his shoulder that was big enough to feed Cambodia. The things is, he never could fit into light skinned girls quotas. His sneakers never fit and his knees needed a lot of lotion. All this before he even knew the significance of a comb. His immigrant parent made him feel as though he was a step kid. His dark skinned didn't allow him to fit in with the light skins. The way he saw it, the lighter their skin, they better that they're life was. So he did what any kid in position would do, he resented them as they resented him. When he happened to find a light skin girl that was interested in him, he cheated on her. Her name was Chantel. Nate was just 17 at the time. He'd figure that he should hurt he because she would evidently hurt him along with all the other women with light skinned features. Never would he let a light skinned girl hurt him. That whys he stroked first because the first cut is deep.
From a dark skinned girl, to a light skinned boy. Shades doesn't matter because its the heart that makes the lover. Girl you so beautiful. You could be honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, dark skinned, pecan, or even licorice. It doesn't matter girl, your so beautiful.
So today I sat in on Mr. Chase's food class, and I really loved it. It reminded me a lot of the Food course we took in Science in Society. It made me think about a lot, and once again I seriously thought about becoming a vegetarian. In the end though beef one, as always. Anyway, Ms. Thompson's husband is very interesting and is pretty passionate about his life style choice. As of now, becoming a Vegetarian or Vegan is impossible, but in the future there is a great possibility that I will. I feel as though when I am older I will have more control over what I have in my house making it it easier for me. But for now, it's totally out of the question.
