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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 ?

Music makes the world better. 

According to Apple, it is. 

PS: The original ipad hasn't even been released to the public for a full year, yet. 

Estaba interesada en Diego Velazquez porque era un artista realista. Sus obras de arte eran de personas y animales, pues puedo entender mas con sus obras de con obras de artistas surrealistas y abtractos. Puedo intrepetar mas en la obra. Por mayor parte del tiempo, me gusta obras realistas mas tambien.
Escogí esta obra de arte de Diego Velazquez porque cuando estaba escogiendo una obra, pense sobre la persona de Machuca quien quiero ser por el proyecto: Father McEnroe. Pienso que él tendría mucho hablar sobre la obra porque la tema es de usando los lujos para escapar la dificultad en vida porque ellos piensan que es su derecho. También, Father McEnroe entendería la referencia a religion con el díos Bacchus.  

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see what i want so much , should never hurt this bad.
"never did this before", thats what the virgin said.
weve been "generally warned", thats what the surgeon said
God talk to me now this is a emergency

and i always thought
you having my child was our destiny
but i cant even vibe with you sexually
cuz everytime , i would try
you would question me
saying " you fuckin them girls... disrespectin me?"
" you dont see how ya lies is effectin me?"
" YOU DONT SEE HOW OUR LIFE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE?"
 " and i never let a nigga get that close to me!"
" and you aint cracked up to what you were supposed to be..."
" your always gone , youll always be , where them hoes will be! "
.......

and this the first time she ever spilled her soul to me.

So, for the past four years I've been slowly corrupting my very best friend, Beth. Now, Beth is pretty much as innocent as they get. But throughout the years I've been slowly worming my way into her head. She picks up on sexual innuendos, says "mean" jokes like "your mom" jokes, and recently she's been cursing every their sentence... in her head. So, today we were sitting in the library and she was telling me of my own corruption and the whole thing struck me as funny for some odd reason. And so I decide that from now on I'm going to do my very best to make her curse out loud. She's only done it a few times in her life, she's never cracked yet. But for some reason I feel the need to make her curse out loud, just one time even, as long as it's a serious curse. I have not yet succeeded, but one day I will and I think I will die of laughter on that day.

she told me just last week that i should stop using my umbrella as a rifle.
its my umbrella, and my freakin imagination.
then she said it was  a "inappropriate place"
so my question is : when are guns EVER  in  an appropriate place?
she goes  on to say " stop shooting your classmates and do some work"
she should be asking me to stop shooting her . because lets face it , shes the real victim here.   im  on the crime scene and shes the main target .i only pretend like im shooting someone else when she catches me.

anyway i put my pretend rifle away because i decided to do some work .
but since i was so busy shootin her and her laptop up  i didnt know what we were supposed to be doing.
so i began asking my table mates questions about the work . BUTTTT she said that i was being disruptive.
and in attempts to make an example out of me, she told me to get up and come to the front of the classroom ....LIKE I WAS FIVE? girlllllll bye.
but i didnt even move because I enjoy giving her a hard time .
so i sat there until she looked down at her latop screen and instead of  me taking out my rifle again i just pulled my hands from my pocket and made this hand-shotgun motion with my fingers.
shes lucky i didnt pull two out at a time. else her brain would have splattered all over the unattractive presentation she made for class.
now you wanna know what this is all for?
 its for ALLLLL of the attitude she gives me ,its for all those smart hand motions she gives me like i speak sign language.  its for her bobble head cranium moving in circles. its for her hostile responses to mostly all  of my questions  . its for  her eating me up inside when she calls me darling ,  its for her nonchalantly giving me zeros on classwork she literally sits down and helps me with, its for her thinking she runs this town.

so im not killing her , im killing her thoughts.
she doesnt run THIS town.
especially when i have my  water bottle AK47.
she literally despises when she sees me using fake guns. but i literally despise her .
and she needs to take fashion lessons from  her classroom neighbor,  shes only a door knock away. because those petite pants and that bandanna print dress is not the business. my eyes are stressed out by these rerun outfits . so here's my suggestion, put on your big helmet and ride that little bike  to the mall honey, toots, sweets, DARLING.

for the record though , i would never shoot anyone . do not take this as a threat, because we all know her dramatic behind would.

Baby your the juice. Watch me be the gin.