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I chose to focus on cars, shoes and food because I thought those would be the most interesting. First the car advertising;

 

                         

 

 

As you can see the advertizing techniques, car models, car types, shapes sizes, have all changed but I think that what has changed the most is the prices.

Depending on the type of car the prices for new cars average between 15,000$ and well into the millions while in the 1920’s the average cost for new cars was  $240 which is about $2,696 today.

 

Next up the shoes:

                                                                                                                       1920’s Vs. 2011

 

Again I looked at the prices of each item and found that the prices of designer shoes in the 1920’s were valued at no more the 50$ while the prices for designer shoes today average between 100$ to well over 50,000$

And last but not least Food:

                                                                    1920’s Vs. 2011

You can clearly see the difference the 1920’s have all of the meats, fruits, and vegetables in one place, while 2011 everything is separated by category to avoid contamination and all are well refrigerated and covered, while in the 1920’s everything is placed out on a table.

Make your arms hurt. Damn Shame

Katey sat there at her desk twirling a blue pen in her hand. beside her was a waste basket filled to the brim with balled up pieces of paper. Some of which have fallen over and now reside next the basket itself. she stared at the blank paper before her and sighed heavily.She then got up and opened the window to let some light in. Outside was a dirt path down the path was an orchid that was in full bloom. It was a beautiful spring day and the cool breeze caressed her hair causing it to flow. Katey was about 5'6 and 17 years old her skin was a pale ivory and her hair a playful orange. After fifteen minutes of staring at the clear blue sky it had finally came to and she sat back down and began to write

My sweetest flower,

Your beauty and movement mesmerize me to no end and at times i find myself constantly thinking about you. You are very sweet and special to me and hope the day serves you well.

                                                                                    Love ,
                                                                                         Your secret admirer



Reading it over she got nervous about sneaking the card into her crush's locker what if he didn't like it or laughed at it to his friends she suddenly felt discourage and stared at the note again letting out a grunt of pride.He's not that heartless. She opened a draw withdrawing an envelope then folded the paper slipping it snuggly in. she then gave it a kiss and slipped it into her backpack heading of her room to school.

I was wondering why being a female was so fucking hard.
We have to deal with everything x10 PLUS other things on top of the normal things.

- Why does it take so long to get over someone?
- Why are emotions for us more in depth then most guys?
- Why do I have a period?
- Why do I have to give birth with all that pain?
- Why do I break out with random pimples when two days ago I was glowing radiantly?
- Why one minute I love my mom then I hate her for reasons I don't even know?
- Why do I cry when watching The Notebook?
- Why do I read my love horoscope, hoping one day it's actually accurate?
- Why am I looking into the problems of being a female?
- Why did Dumboldore die in Harry Potter?!
- Why in 10 minutes will I feel differently?
- Why do I care about everything?
- Why the fuck do I watch Lifetime and eat icecream when I'm sad?
- WHY DID THEY KILL DOBBBY IN HARRY POTTER!?

Just as the umpires arrived in the lead up to the first pitch of the 2011 baseball season the sun disappeared, the wind picked up and the sky was blanketed by ominous clouds. None of these things seemed to impact the energy as SLA ignored the elements and kept their side of the field warm by posting six runs in the first. Aggressive on the base paths and focused at the plate, the Rockets were patient, fundamental and took advantage of Comm Tech's starting pitcher who struggled to find the strike zone early on. After Jeff Schwartz lined a run-scoring single, Brandon Williams really opened it up with a bases loaded single to right, which scored two to make it 4-0. He would eventually add three more RBIs on two hits in a fourteen-run third inning to cap off his day with five ribbies.
 
Comm Tech eventually erased the 6-0 deficit on timely plays of their own in the 1st and 2nd, but Brandon Williams struck out four, the last looking with a runner on third, to preserved the tie. When they came back to the dugout SLA's coach shouted "now get it back!", and boy did they ever. Sixteen "SLAyers" came to the plate in the 3rd, and fourteen crossed home in what seemed like a never-ending cycle of walks, stolen bases, and clutch hits. Comm Tech's pitcher was forced deep in the count on every batter, and when he needed to throw a strike SLA was ready to take it for a ride. This included  solid rip into the gap by Ian McClendon, who finished off the play with a picture-perfect head first slide into second. Ian, who was really seeing the ball all game and barely missed a home run off in the first, was one of three standout stars for the game for SLA by going 2-3 with a double, 4 RBI and 3 Runs scored in five plate appearances.

After the nightmare of a third inning finally came to an end for Comm Tech, Jeff Schwartz took the mound and Brandon Williams went behind the plate. Schwartz matched Williams's solid performance on the mound (2IP, 4K, 2BB, 2H, 6R, 0ER), with two frames of his own in which he struck out four, walked one, surrendered just one hit and gave up two runs with only one earned.  His solid performance on the mound was only beaten by his consistency at the plate. Schwartz went 4-4, notched 3RBIs, and crossed home four times, which earned him star of the game honors along with McClendon and Williams.

An all-around team effort, supported by really strong coaching on the corners by Blase Biello (3B) and Isaac Adlowitz (1B), put SLA in position to end the game in the third, but Comm Tech was able to scratch a few runs across to keep within the fifteen run rule. The ripping wind really started to pick up, but that was nothing compared to the frustrations felt by Comm Tech's bullpen, which surrendered another five runs in the fourth. Schwartz came back out to shut it down, and the game ended on an unassisted ground out to T.J. Nicolella at first. Final score, SLA 25-8. Solid, strong and focused. SLA executed the fundamentals right through to the freezing conclusion by dousing their coach with the water bucket. Now that's brisk baby! SLA's next game is on Tuesday against Simon Gratz.

Congrats to the SLA girls as well, who routed their opponent 41-0 (not a typo or a football score). Apparently Bria Wimberly's home run, would have been enough, but Melissa Buchanico's Grand Slam didn't hurt the cause.

SCORECARD BY INNING:
                  1  2   3  4     R   H   E 
SLA             6  0  14  5    25  14 10
Comm Tech  3  3    1  1     8    4  2

PITCHING:
SLA:                     IP K  BB  H  R  ER
Williams, Brandon  2   4    2   2   6   0
Schwartz, Jeff        2   4    1   1   2   1

STARS OF THE GAME: (For SLA)
Williams, Brandon 3-5, 5RBI, 2R, 1SB
Schwartz, Jeff       4-4, 3RBI, 4R, 4SB
McClendon, Ian     2-3, 2B(1), 4RBI, 3R, 2SB

I am quiet
Alone is a world with no sound
I sit waiting for something
For color to reach this world
For warmth to fill my heart
Then I hear a load boom
Colors burst throughout the world
Tree's become green
The sky become like a beautiful rainbow
And I find myself in a crowd
I walk slowly through the world
The colors touch my heart
But I feel like something is missing
So I search
High and Low
Through this ocean of people
Over the flush dew covered grass
I walk under the rainbow colored sky
I know that one day that small hole in my heart will be filled
Someday, because I am waiting for someone special
I'm waiting for you
But no matter how beautiful this sky it
Or how the colors warm my heart
I'll still be a grey, quiet soul
Until I see you, and my breath is taken away
So remember, I'm waiting for you
Under that rainbow colored sky

On Sunday morning I can always count on my mom to wake up struggling to unlock the door, with the tiny key. Normally the rattling door knob would scare me but I know that it's her. After I let her in I crawl in bed making sure I leave enough space for her to join me, she then says, "You have any plans today"
"No"
"You wanna go to breakfast"
"Sure"

Now this conversation normally varies based on certain events but that is the main conversation we have. See, Sunday Morning breakfast at June's dinner is a tradition for us. We always go at least once a weekend. We share stories about our  week, what happened on Saturday if either of us had gone out, etc. Last time she put me on a guilt trip when we were talking about college next year, "Who will I have breakfast with when you leave." That had to be the most hurtful thing she could have said. I already have anxieties about leaving her, but that was just the icing on the cake. Anyway, I have to go, she waiting for me to go to breakfast, now.

These next few lines kind of explain my life right now:

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things,
I just wanna fix it somehow.

But how many it times will it take?
How many times will it take for me?
To get it right​...

When I woke up this morning I got to enjoy a hot shower, finally, with my ferret running around the bathroom floor and attacking my clothes. What a brilliant way to start the day, so why don't I feel so brilliant?

Today I had to be to work at 3pm. I got off at 10pm and didn't get home until 11:43pm. Something is definitely wrong with that. So because of that I don't really have the time to write the story and wanted to and to be honest I am just exhausted and I just want my credit for today. Maybe I'll have some better luck tomorrow :/

I completely forget about it when I start to make my long journey home. Minding my own business while I listen to Adele to drawn out the screaming babies, and the loud conversation of the women behind. Looking out the window, I think about what I have to do for school, how hungry I am, or that funny joke Mr. Miles told about Andre today in class. Before I know it, my bus stop comes. I excuse myself through the long aisle of people on the bus, wishing I had gone out the back. I finally get off after thanking the bus driver, which most people normally don't do. I feel kind of bad for them, because I know how much I hate SEPTA and I can only imagine how bad they feel. So I hope that maybe my "thank you" will make them feel like someone appreciates their job, and understands their struggle. Anyway, the air has been colder these days, and the winds stronger, so I fight my way on the quick journey home. Then there it is, I see it as I arrive on my tiny block of Uber st. "Aww Man, I forgot" I whisper to myself. Stopping in my tracks I shortly contemplate turning back around, but then I remember it's after 7 and I can't use my transpass is up, I'm trapped so I must continue. Walking up the steps, I swear I hear that scary music that comes on right before you die in movies. I stick my arm out, and lift up the lid. Holding my breathe in fair of what I may find. I lean over and see..... A Vogue magazine, and a PECO bill. I breath out, "No rejections" I whisper to myself. I walk up the steps feeling a bit better then I did before. But oh no, I forgot about my email... To be continued...

it almost slipped my mind , like everything else i dont care about.
i forgot i had to write.
i like writing though. but on my own time. when i feel like it ....you know?
half of the time im spending more time figuring out what i should write about rather than writing it.
story starts here :
but at this current moment , i would like to thank myself for turning around. i was about to steal . not just from anybody but from a loved one. :/ a family member. less than 6 minutes ago , i grabbed it . layed it down. felt on it . and then crept back into the room i found it in  and put it back. i wanted it . i needed it . not even for myself but for someone else. something made me put it back though besides the fact that i could just ask for it. i would be taking the easy route.  i have to face this fear soon, but if i would have stole this thing , i wouldnt even be afraid.

o well .
im still scared.
but at least i didnt steal this for the easy route.

watched myself float away,
fell apart while you smiled and waved.

dreams mean nothing if they never come true.
maybe that's why i never felt close to you.

stars wouldn't shine if no one was looking.
i couldn't breathe without something to keep me on the edge.

and i hope you get this in time.
enough to say you're coming back to save me again.
​

I'm sick... i don't wanna type. I want my mommy.

I'm posting a story...ON A SATURDAY!
Wow, go me. 
I'm so proud of myself. 
I'm just sitting at home, for about another 45 minutes until I have to go to work. 
Ew. 

I'm going to play piano now. I'm trying to figure out how to play paparazzi by lady gaga. 
Wish me luck(: