Goals Post,

Q: What are my current goals as a writer?

My current goals as a writer, is to start consistently writing more often, do my blog post, and think more like a journalist would. I have to say this quarter I am doing much worse, and I haven’t been writing or blogging as much as I should. I’ve been to pre occupied with stupid things and have not been focusing on my school work. It’s really bringing my grades down, and right now in this class I have an F with nothing turned in. I am very disappointed in myself, as long with my parents too. I am really hoping to bring my grades up, at least to a B, but even better an A. But to get an A I have to work really hard and need to do my work. I HAVE TO stop procrastinating and remember to do my work and to realize every day I am not getting the credits I need, and I am very behind. To bring up the grade I need, I am going to set myself goals of how I want to get my diploma, graduate, and have at least a GPA of 3.0. I also want to get a scholarship and into a college right after high school and if I do not work at this I will never be able to reach my goals.

I need to start to think like a journalist or an author so in the future I will not have a hard time writing essays or “Writer’s block”. Writing everyday will really help me improve on all my writing including spelling, grammar, and with repeating myself. I also should read more often because that will help me get my mind set into “writing mode” because it is proven that reading helps with writing and to learn words and pronunciation.

The biggest problem I have with writing has to be “writer’s block”, every time I try starting a sentence I have a hard time figuring out what to write about, or when I am given a topic, I might start off really well with a few paragraphs but I’m only half way through, which is where I really start to get stuck. I begin to panic or slack off, or I might just say “oh! I’m almost done I’ll finish it later”, but really I still have much writing to get through, and soon enough I will forget about it, and it never gets turned it, which also brings me back to the low grades I am getting.

In conclusion as a writer, I like to express myself through words, but sometimes I can’t type it down as I want to, or it just looks like scribble scrabble. I need to set these goals and let myself know that I can do better if I try harder. Soon enough when I achieve these goals I won’t have “writer’s block” my grammar will be perfect and that F will soon be turned into an A. (:

Amby & Dexter

Today I achieved the goal to find the Nick Jr. Cartoon Short "Amby & Dexter" for months the cartoon was looked for in Sutherland’s class. But I eventually found it, I can't really remember what I had typed in to find it, but I was on Google searching for quite awhile. Then I saw this link to yahoo answers, with someone asking where to find the same cartoon, and people answered with links and videos and including the name title! So finally we were all able to watch the mini shorts with them playing the piano and planting seeds. And by the way we had to look for this cartoon by memory we had no clue to what the name was or what the characters had looked like.

If you’re wondering what exactly "Amby and Dexter" is, it is a cute little cartoon made by two cartoon artist. It starts off usually with a pair of hands, and soon enough one hand turn into a little boy, then the other hand turn into a little girl. They are supposedly an inch tall. Well after the hands turn into little miniature people they go on strange adventures such as playing the piano with their feet, or planting seeds into an egg carton, watering the soil and measuring it, or they paint with what it seems like gigantic paint brushes and giant paint tins. The cartoon was on Nick Jr. and was only about a couple minutes long, it was featured as a cartoon “short”. And this cartoon was actually made very long ago around 2000 or so.

Which brings me to the point of childhood cartoons, I have to say those were the best, and I miss very much of it. Saturday mornings with your family/cousins, waking up early to watch all the best cartoons, those were the best of days. I remember most of cartoons I watched, like “Catdog”, “Rocket Power”, “Power Puff Girls”, “Clifford”, and I could go on for hours!

Another thing about the cartoon is that the cartoon is absolutely adorable, i think right now you should go on youtube and search that sh*t. (:

Lit Circle Letter #1

What I would like to discuss is about the Main Character, Lucy and the first impression of her when you first started reading it. Did you get the wrong impression from the beginning and started to like her character more after getting further into the book? When I first started to read this character had honestly scared me, with her love for vampires and Gothic image, but then finding out she had diabetes and the struggles she was put through, completely turned the book around and made it hard for me to put the book down. It made the storyline much more interesting, especially as her struggles get worse, and she has to fight for her life. In some ways you could relate to her and realize that her outside image isn't the same as how she is on the inside and definitely refers to the phrase "Don't judge a book by it's cover".
It made me find that diabeties is such a serouis issue, before I was clueless about it and didn't know that people have struggles with it nor did I know how insulin is a very important intake or you could die instantly. Its very life threatning and scary, I wouldn't be able to live with diabeities and its is especially important to watch how much you eat 24/7. To my fellow partners I was wondering how you guys felt about the chartecters stuggle with diabeities and how your reaction would be if you had to deal with it.
In conclusion, I hope to read more and get further into the book soon, It's getting very intresting and I hope she doesn't die. She has came close into many cases where she into near death. She has a very loving family that cares for her but she does not enjoy being them around. She is almost like the odd ball, wearing all black and everything and the only one in her family to deal with diabeities.

The Big 500 blog

So Mr. Sutherland you've decided to raise up the words by 100-200 more words, alright. This is going to be a big challenge cause I have no topic to write about and there is nothing on my mind, at least I don't think. I hope you still count this as a blog even if I ramble about nothing, or I just talk about how this blog is suppose to be 500 words.

First off I'd like to talk about my day, I first started to open up my eyes when I heard constant knocking on my door and yelling from my step-dad. "Wake up! Wake up!" and then I started to yell "OK!" and looked at the clock 7:44, I soon just fell back asleep. 10 more minutes went by and I heard this very abrupt knocking and yelling once again, and it was my step dad again. Yelling at me to get ready and go to school, but of course, I wasn't feeling that good, and much too tired. So my mom knocked on the door, yelling even louder, "GET UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!" and I of course yell back "I DON'T FEEL GOOD, MY STOMACHE HURTS!" So she walks away mumbling something angrily. But I just end up falling back asleep, soon in dream mode, I suddenly wake up to rumbling and ringing. It was my phone, so I get up and check, it was just some text messages from my friends, and i look at the time and its already 9:30! So I finally get up and just start texting people, attempting to get dressed and what not. My friends asking for some shit, another telling me some crap, and one asking where are you?
So finally I decided to get ready, just taking my time and doing whatever. I had just gotten ready and i think it was about 11 or almost 11, and i was getting lots of text messages about the March 4th walk out, I HAD COMPLETELY FORGOT!
So by the time I had gotten to school it was 4th period and 5th period, the break bell had just rung, and I decided to hang by my friend's locker, talking to my friends. Then we went to 4th period O'malleys class. We pretty much just took notes for the whole period, and then it was lunch had a nice lunch with my friends and ate food.
Then it was 5th period and we had a substitute because Mr.Sutherland went to the walk out. So we pretty much was in the lab. Then I went to get my baking stuff out of my locker, and went by park street. I was meeting up with people than went to one of my friends house to go and bake. It took a long time and my friend burned him self(haha) but we finally accomplished baking! :D
Then after all our hard work we ate food, and I started to type this blog.
THE END

"The Parachute"

This story is completely fictional and made for my quick write:
I took a deep breathe and we walked into a small building with the title, "SKY DIVING". In the building there were books, equipment, clothes, everything was new to me and I was clueless to what all this stuff was used for. My friend had walked to the counter and a man with dark brown hair, a beard to where it seemed as if he hasn't shaved for a week. His facial expression was ridiculous, a big upright smile and his eyebrows raised as if he had botox injected in face. Although he seemed like the adventurous type and has been doing this for years, and I was right. As soon as we introduced ourselves, he babbled on for straight 5 minutes about nonsense, I don't even think he blinked.
We finally got to the point of experiencing sky diving for the first time, he explained how we have to take some practice courses and prepare to get ready for the real thing. He continued on about the safety issues but at the same time was so enthusiastic about how fun it is.
It was a couple days later, we got all the preparation we needed, but I wasn't sure if I was ready. But before I knew it, we were already into the plane, I closed my eyes for a second, and I looked out the window clouds surrounding us, and everything under us just seem to get so small.
That's when I really started to get nervous, I began shaking. Then I felt a hand grab me, it was my friend he stood me up and the pilot shouted, "JUMP!". I flew out, my heart beating so fast, I was numb, my hair was in my face. I was falling so fast and I didn't know what to do, my friend was much too far from me to hear what I was screaming. Time stopped, all I was thinking was "Am I going to live through this" "What's going on?" "I don't know what to do" "I'm so scared" over and over. I was falling fast and I was about 100ft from the ground, I needed to pull my parachute NOW. I pulled the string, nothing happened, I tugged on it, still nothing happened, I pulled so hard the string broke off. I tried the emergency parachute but the string was already gone! That's it I said I'm only 50 ft to the ground, it's over, I'm not going to make it.
I then fell off my bed, and realized everything was a dream, of course I was a little sweaty but I got a glass of water and went back to bed.
THE END

The Lonely Giant Story

This story is obviously unreal, and just published for amusement and for the fact I need to blog for this week.

Once upon a time in the land of giants there was a giant names “nobody” she was given that name because she had no one that loved her or cared for and to everyone else she was just a no body. One day she was feeling extremely lonely and she walked into this town of normal sized people but they looked like Ants from her point of view. On a big sign she had read Alameda High School. So she had stepped on everything caused an earthquake making all of Alameda High School to break down into a million little pieces, and causing most of the student body, and teachers, and staff to die. And then she simultaneously decided she should catch the school on fire to make sure there weren’t any survivors. Soon everyone had either died from being crushed or burned alive, except for one little man, wearing a gray hat. She decided to put him in a box and decided to have him for dinner; she knew it would make a delicious meal. That’s all she could think about as she walked back to the land of giants. She touched the box in her pocket and smiled.
Thus it was Mister Sutherland in the box and soon to be eaten by the hungry giant.

PART2
In the home of the hungry giant she had prepared a wonderful feast, ready to eat she had gotten a knock on the door by a stranger. It was a giant but wearing fairly large sunglasses and an overcoat. The strange looking giant asked if he could join the dinner she had prepared, being as lonely as she is, she had agreed. The strange giant took off his coat and large sunglasses and they sat down for dinner. They fell in love at that moment. They opened the box and soon found it to be empty, Mister Sutherland was gone! The giant soon put back his coat on and his large sunglasses and left. And now the poor lonely giant was alone once again with no dinner. THE END

Ama Sarantuya

This guyyyyy, well his name is AMA and he is a senior, and unfortunately he's stuck in English 2 with me. Just kidding, but I do have class with him in this class, Mr. Sutherland's class in fact.
During class, for about the first 10 minutes, he told me this devastating story about his wallet, and I will tell you this story:

"I was at Urban outfitters and I had three articles of clothing in my hand and i flipped a coin with my friend to see if I should buy them or not. Heads to buy them, and of course Tails don't. It landed on heads and I pulled out my wallet from my back pocket, and I put it in my jacket pocket. Then waiting in this ridiculously long line, I realized someone had stolen my wallet!"

Yes, poor Ama his wallet was stolen, and in his wallet was about $160-180 bucks, his debit card, I.D., school I.D., gift cards. He was so angry he ended up punching the walls in Urban Outfitters, and then had to be escorted out.
Ama is actually sitting next to me right now, we are in the computer lab, sometimes he sits next to me in class, only if there are seats left or he will just sit somewhere else. Yeah he is really quiet and doesn't talk much but if he knows or something then he will talk a lot haha.

I can't really remember when I first met Ama, maybe we were introduced or something, I'm not sure, but I do remember him always saying that I mug him, but I didn't I don't know why he thought that but whatever. Anyways when I walked into my English class, I remember him and I said hello, now I talk to him in this class, I know such an amazing story.
Well that is my story of AMA SARANTUYA, your welcome(: