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Once upon a time...The End...haha i wish stories could be that simple. Anyway, the story im gonna tell you is recent i guess...kinda awkward but bear with me anyway.  So I was recently introduced to to this thing called Idousing. Its basically music tht makes you feel different emotions. and using it i was able to ease the pain in my fathers leg (he broke it) anyway thats it for now

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I'm very Sad, charger is broken

6 word story.

I have this annoying habit of correcting people when they say me and somebody else, when instead they should be saying that person and I. For example if somebody says,
"Me and Susannah went to the ice cream store." I correct them and say, "You mean Susannah and I." It's awfully annoying. I know this because people use to do this to me all the time. It always really bugged me. It makes me such a hypocrite for constantly correcting people, but I am helping them improve their grammar. Anyways, i think the past people in my life who always corrected me should really be the ones to blame. They made start this awfully irritating habit.

Today, my boyfriend and I are attempting to put on a comedy show similar to the stand-up specials of "The Roast of (insert name here)".  He has written a script and we are even inviting guests over to watch the presentation.

Guess who we're roasting"?  Yeah, you guessed it...his dad.

"JOIN US TODAY FOR THE ROAST OF KARL BETTERIDGE".

Oh, I do hope you enjoy it.

Once upon a time in a faraway land known as Northeast Philadelphia a young girl sat in her canopy bed and stared up at the seemingly endless sky. She did this many nights; stared up at the blackness and thought about her life and it's ever-changing ways. And then a knocking came on her door. It started as a tap and then it became louder. The girl jumped up and opened the unlocked door, looked down and saw the queen of the castle standing there in all her glory with gold, shining curls and big blue eyes that people got lost in, except the girl. She never truly got lost in those blue eyes even when they were brimming with warm tears and trickling down the queen's pale face. Marie Antoinette always got what she wanted, she was spoiled like all queens are, it was really the girl's fault that she acted this way. I guess that's what you get when you would do anything to keep a smile on a gentle face.
The queen stepped into the room and began searching for the sweets that were usually hidden by the girl's nightstand. However, the girl had recently run out of sweets and she tried explaining this to the queen, but the queen wouldn't listen. And then the queen gave her a very disappointed look when she did understand and the famous, heartbreaking tears were coming. So, just this once, the girl lead the queen downstairs to the kitchen and gave her some Pepsi. Maybe the girl's not so resilient when it comes to those big, blue eyes after all.

It may be easy to believe that my dog is nothing more than an adorable labrador; however, she's actually extremely sneaky. She goes around the house, desperately searching for something she can collect or tear up. Unfortunately for me, she has a keen interest in socks. Perhaps it's the smell, which for some reasons dogs like -- perhaps it's so they can feel closer to their human. Whatever it is, it needs to stop. Now.

​Esta obra de arte es de él artista Diego Rivera. Escogí esta obra de arte por que esta muy interesante. Pienso que es muy creativo y representa el revolucíon de Mexicano. Tambien, el artista es muy famosa.  


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My Final painting:



Other Abstract Expressionism paintings:




This quarter in our Art class, our main focus was working with pencil and charcoal and learning new skills. We developed basic skills of drawing hands, self portraits, clear bottle drawings, etc. There were many strengths of this quarter's projects. One was the effort we all put in it. We all work hard and tediously to complete our projects. Below, are all of our projects. For our last project of the marking period we were asked to ​do something involving art history.I chose to draw a 6hour drawings from art history that reflects the inspiration and the theme of spring. I was inspired by abstract expressionism. The paintings up this time included multiple shapes and colors. Above is the final product. 


Pencil hand drawing

self portrait drawing(s)



24x36 full figure

8x10 still life

12x18 clear bottle drawing

24x36 clear bottle

She was bored
Decided to paint
A super big cake
4 year old brother walked in
Began to lick the paint
She was lost for words
He was finished
Looked at his sister
Said: Next time you decide to bake, add more sugar sissy!

So I haven't posted a story in a while and I need to make up alot, so hear ye hear ye. I have some stories to tell.

First is about grown men "basically" having a curfew. I feel like if I don't have a curfew, and I'm sixteen, you shouldn't be 19 and have a bed time. No, I won't stand for it.

 So here's what happened.
I'm on the phone chattin it up and suddenly the line goes dead. I thought nothing of it. So I call back, right thing to to right. WRONG. Wait, lets stop and explain why I called right back. See my phone is usually the one who gets all messed up and such, losing signals and what not. I knew it wasn't my phone but just for good company I decided that I was going to take whatever blame that was dished out. Being the bigger person.

 SO I call, ring ring.
 A lady answers the phone. I'm not sure If anyone has ever had this happen t them before but whne you are talking to a male , with a whole lot of deepness in his voice, then listen to the sudden change in tone and pitch, I was scared for a minute.
 
So I'm thinking this must be his mom, but I wasn't understanding the reason as to why she decided to up and move our convo that we were having. But I was very respectful and I answered all of her invasive questions like, Whwre are you calling from. . . Uhm southwest, my house, my cellphone lol like I didn't understand what she wanted me to say. the she asked me if I knew what time it was, and I said no. So then she asked me how Old I was, I told her and then she politely asked me to call him at a more decent hour.

 So all the while, I'm calculating his age in his head thinking,
why does this grown man have a bedtime. smh.
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How did I end up here ?