The Crazy Cell

* This is a story I created in 10th grade for biology x) so be warned there are a couple of grammar

     
      The Crazy Cell is the  nickname of a famous mental institution who helps these mentally I happen to run. In this institution we try to help them out by helping them discover their hobbies. My name is Nucleus and let me tell you all about  this place. I am the one who’s in charge and makes sure everyone doesn't mess up. First let me introduce you to the famous Mito Chondria. There’s nothing wrong with him he’s just very energetic and people say he’s  diagnosed with hyperactivity but I don’t see it. You see that one big guy over there his name’s Cell Membrane he regulates what comes in and out of this place. There’s also G.G Apparatus who is a former hoarder she is slowly overcoming that by storing useful stuff and modifying them for use after she done doing that she saves them in Vesicles and mails them off.  I almost forgot to mention the most famous twins, the ER twins, nicknamed Smooth and Rough. Smooth. They used to be troublemakers but now they have changed. The Smooth E.R is now working on the lab making lipids and breaking down stuff.  Now his twin Rough E.R helps Ribosome. Now what that means is that Ribosome makes proteins and in order to do that he has to be with Rough E.R. Don’t they make a lovely couple?  There’s also Lysosome who has O.C.D. He just can’t stop cleaning, it's not as bad as it use to be. Now he only cleans the inside of this place, I guess that's not so bad. I mean hey at least we get this place clean for free. I almost forgot about Chloroplast. He’s a really sweet guy, he really likes the place and absorbing light  the only problem with him is that some people say he’s passive aggressive, which I think is a lie. You may be thinking wow thats alot of people you have to take control of, but I don’t mind it what i do the best. Bossing around people is my job.

Dreams and stuff

I remember once in 3rd grade I attempted to make my own comic. It was called the adventures of Super Fifi and Super Princess (based off my best friends and I' dogs). I also remember how in 3rd grade I came to the undestaning that I was a horrible artist. So whenever it came to drawing in class I would draw but I was aware I was bad, however in like 7th or 8th grade something sparked and I was like you know what In gonna keep a notebook and draw in it. I did draw in it however that was also the time I became friends with a girl who who had excellent drawing skills(she drew great but to my 13 year old self I thought she was awesome) so when I looked at my notebook I realized they were bad drawings, the only thing I could draw was this hairy beast.  So what did I do? I gave up. I just decided maybe art isn't just for me. 9th grade came and I met two of the most talented people I know. Back then it wasn't as obvious that one of the people was talented but the other one was so talented that I was like whoaaaa maybe art isn't for me. The other one also told me later on maybe this year, art isn't supposed to be perfect and that not everybody is just born with artistic skills , it takes practice, I've never really realized how true those words were until now. I realize Instead of just moping around how art wasn't my thing I should've been focused on trying to improve. It's senior year but it's never too late to try. I think I'm going to practice drawing, I mean obviously I'm not gonna major in it but I think it's going to be a hobby for me. What about you? Did you ever have something you loved doing when you were small? Why did you stop? Any dream or aspiration in which you had or still have? My advice: GO FOR IT!  You may not be the best at what you like doing but with practice you'll get better. Try new things!  Go nuts! Show nuts! Well maybe not show nuts... but you get the point. If you don't know what you're gonna do in life try new things or even old things you've abandoned

1st day of Senior year

I'm excited for senior year. So far I, l'm nervous for AP English, prepared for Film Studies, and I can already tell I'm gonna hate AP Government. 1st period AP Gov= 6th period world history in 10th grade. It was horrible. I had a certain amount of kids who were rowdy just like now! It's not the same people but I can tell it's gonna be like that. I don't know if I'm mature or I just have a superiority complex but some kids were making jokes that weren't so funny. Like some kid made a joke about almost getting deported but that isn't funny like can you imagine if that happened to you if you were raised here and you're whole life was built here but you were here illegally and they decided to take you away from everything you know and live? That would be hilarious. (I'm being sarcastic)  I know everybody has different types of humor but I just think there is a time for jokes and there are times when you should be serious. Well yeah. Also I feel kinda nervous that I haven't started on the novel. Either way  I hope I can survive this class. Pray for meeeeeee. Either way how do you feel your first day was?

The Great Dali.

Salvador Dali. He was a famous painter. He was known for mostly being a surrealist painter. Have you seen his paintings? His paintings are amazing! Here have a painting

Amazing right? Well more crazy but they're really cool. Have you seen the painting of a dessert with melting clocks? Yup that's his painting. Even if you haven't here it is

 I think Dali might be one of my favorite artists. Pshh who needs Picasso. All he did was draw cubes. Hey wanna hear a joke? Of course you do! What do you get if you cross a painter with a boxer?
               
.................Muhammad Dali!

May this serve as a warning.

So I just saw a video today about leaving your kid inside the car...in a hot day while parents make a quick stop at the store. They tell their kid who is 2 years old or less to wait in the car while they make a quick stop. Well I just want to say that video made me very sad. It made me frustrated as well because I discovered that many children have been dying because of this. I remember seeing this on the news, a little boy died because he was in the car and it was very hot that day, he couldn't handle it and so you already know what happened next. When I'm upset about something I try to see the situation from all perspectives... including the moms who left their children behind in the car. Why might they have done it? Was it an emergency? Could there have been another way..rather than leaving your kid in the car while you go to the store where theirs air- conditioning. When the kids die...surely the mothers must feel terrible, they realize they made the biggest mistake of their lives, they might even feel suicidal who knows! When people hear of this happening they tend to blame the mom....It makes sense to blame her but you dont know what happened exactly...you dont know how she must be feeling or thinking. So instead of making the situation worse find a solution. try to see it from all perspectives. Lessons can be learned from all types of situations including this one. MAY THIS SERVE AS A WARNING: DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CHILDREN IN A LOCKED CAR WHEN ITS 90 DEGREES. AT 104 DEGRESS INTERNAL ORGANS START TO SHUT DOWN, KIDNEYS START TO FAIL...WHEN IT GETS HOTTER THAN THAT CHILDREN DIE. . IF YOU ARE UNSURE JUST DON'T LEAVE THEM ALONE AND TAKE THEM WITH YOU. IF SOMEONE DOES THIS AND I SEE A CHILD IN A CAR CRYING, WHEN ITS HOT OUT IM GOING TO BREAK THAT WINDOW TO TAKE THEM OUT...IM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE. IM GOING TO DO SOMETHING. SO YOU BETTER LEARN FROM THESE EXPERIENCES.

Music's Role.

Music. What kind of role does music play in your life? I've been thinking about this question and I've been trying to steer my way around saying little to no role in my life. I really don't know how to answer it. To some people they can't last a day without listening to music. Music has saved their lives. Music is their therapy. Music helps them when no one does. Or to some it's a way of life. Their music helps them express themselves. They can even get a career from playing music. How I see it is if you happen to play an instrument you'll be able to connect or appreciate music more than some one who doesn't. So what's my relationship with music? I don't even know.Its amazing how music can make people feel sometimes but lately it hsnt been making me feel anyrhing. I mean I used to listen to a lot of music but ever since my sister got a new phone and used my Spotify account I haven't been able to listen to it a lot. Why? Because most of my music that I listened to was on that account. I use Pandora but it isn't the same. Pandora never plays what I want. Or sometimes it does but rarely. Or maybe I'm just tired of listening of the same old bands. My musical variety is very short. I could even list all the bands I listen to Depeche Mode, Type O Negative, The Cure,Rammstein The Police,Joy Division,  Siouxsie and the Banshees,  The Smiths, Garbage, Rob Zombie, Marilyn Manson, System of a Down,  Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Apocalyptica,  Sonic Youth, Yeah that's basically it there are other bands which I only like one of their songs but I'm not gonna list those. And even in my list there are some bands which I've only listened to like 3 songs. But the bands which I listen to a lot Depeche Mode and Type O Negstive, lately haven't been appealing to me. What does this mean? Does this mean I'm a poser? Does this mean I'm getting tired of them? I mean do you ever have those days where you just don't want to listen to music. I guess this means I have nothing in my life that I enjoy doing. Maybe I need new bands to listen to but you see I can't say I like a certain type of music because well I just happen to hear a song and if I like it I'll check it out along with the band. Like for example I cant really say I like New Wave or Industrial. I like Rob Zombie but once I try to listen to Nine Inch Nails or KDFM I just dont like these bands. Same thing goes with Depeche Mode I like them but I dont like Orchestral Manouvere or whatever band the internet reccomends for me. 8f I like a band I like them. Well sorry for the long post I just wanted to write about my feelings. I'm sorry if I bored you but I just really felt like writing about this.

Because Laughing is good for you! *Warning* Might hurt other peoples feelings, and possibly allow others to question your mental state

"Laugh till your hearts content!" Said no one ever, except for me of course....to myself. There is a time for everything. A time to smile, to cry, to live, to die.....to laugh...haha.  Of course when I laugh its probably not the most appropriate time. Once I laughed because I thought this kids face was funny, no not funny as in ugly...just the kind of face that is so serious you cant take it seriously! Everytime we passed eachcother I would find myself cracking up, you'd think I was on drugs. Yup the kid always asked me why I was laughing, one day he gave up and decided to avoid me. He thought I was a bit retarded, weird, so I ended up writing an apology note wanna know what it said? It said "I wasn't laughing at you, sorry if you think I was" (and it said alot of other excuses) You want to know his reaction---> he laughed at it.  Wanna know why because we all know my apology note, that's a damn lie. Well that apology note was useless because its pretty obvious i'm laughing at the kid. Well that was a good laugh.....okay his face was funny LOL thats why I was laughing. When I think of this, or when I put it this way.. I think wow I seem like one of those mean, inconsiderate, conceited people who make fun of ugly people. But the truth is I wasn't laughing because of that. To this day I don't know what I found so funny but apparently I found it hilarious. Anyway I heard laughing is good for you so "Laugh till your hearts content!" but always remember if you are going to hurt someones feelings prepare to write them a shit load of apology letters or better yet hide in the bathroom and let it all out.......your laughter of course, or your shit..whatever the case may be ;D

One Big Change

So this summer we haven't written at all. I guess that's both of our faults. Eh Now since our senior year is coming up feel free to write what ever you want. And when I say whatever I mean WHATEVER. Like you can write a story, a play, a poem, song lyrics, or you can even just write a rant about something. Or even your thoughts on a certain topic. Or you can just write your feelings. Or write about your day.  Or you may even post something that makes you smile like a song of the day.Or hey you can even post a question and either of us can post a response in the comments. Or we could even post challenges.  From this point on this is just a free space to post anything you want.
You get the point. There are no limitations except for what your heart tells you to write.  But yeah. Feel free to write whenever and whatever. :)

The Senile Man.

Once there was a scientist. One day he thought about putting together some sort of chemical formula to make a potion to create the worlds best cure for war. He wanted to be recognized as the worlds most remarkable scientist who ended all the wars in the world. He thought that this chemical would give him and everyone else the power to stop all the wars. Who would have thought that behind those small old eyes he was planning something big. He went by the name of Benjamin Fullerton, a very old man with a weak memory. He did not have white hair for he was bald, neither did he have a secret laboratory. What he did have was an old basement at home. He lived with his old wife Margaret and she left him alone in that small dusty basement because she believed every man needed his space. One day Margaret decided to work up the courage to ask her husband Benjamin what he was working on in that basement. "I am a scientist Margaret, I seek to understand. I find solutions to problems. I have came to a realization that you cant win the war. You have to change the war into something else entirely or you have to find a way to make sure there isn't a war in the first place. I plan to solve the worlds problems with a chemical which I shall make into a potion...that I am creating in the basement" Margaret couldn't help but smile at the idea, "Oh Ben you don't need a chemical formula, you don't need any test tubes, and you certainly don't need a potion but you certainly are right about everything else dear." Benjamin looked at his wife with fascination and curiosity in his eyes, "What do I need Margaret?"
"Oh Benjamin it is because of your old age that you are forgetting... the world could have the most complicated war but the solution is very simple. All you need is love...someone out there has to care enough to give lots of love and nobody should ever forget that." Benjamin sighed, and began to walk towards the old basement. He began to hum a familiar tune. Apparently he had forgotten his conversation with Margaret. As he made his way down the steps he sang, "What is love..love baby don't hurt me...don't hurt me no more." His wife Margaret died twenty years ago in a war.