Damn You Jessica!

I hate to admit this but...I've gotten addicted to StumbleUpon! It's so awesome! Like it's interesting because it gives me interesting things to read and do like this

and this!

Well yeah I would tell you how awesome it is but you already know about it so yeah. Thank you!

The Monster

My name is Hiroshi. I am just a boy living in Japan. How I came to tell you my story, I do not know. But I am here, and you were chosen. That is the way it has to be, let me continue. We heard a rumor that a monster lived in the outskirts of town. We went inside the abandoned house, the one that everyone was afraid of. 

It was 2:25 in the morning when we went inside the house. As soon as we stepped in the door locked itself. We stayed there near the door. We heard the shattering of glass. I was the only one that went to the kitchen. My friends stayed behind. There was a broken plate on the kitchen floor, that was the source of the noise. When I returned my friends were gone. I went upstairs and I saw a library. There were many rooms. As I passed one of the rooms my peripheral vision caught something very strange. I saw something blue in one of the rooms. When I turned to focus my eyes on the sight nothing was there. I went inside that same room, I distinctly remember how cold that room was. In the middle of the room there was a small table. There was a key on the table. When I picked up the key I had seen something terrifying. It was a blue monster, it was looking at me with the most widened eyes I have ever seen. It reached out to me and I screamed the loudest I have ever screamed in my entire life. 

The chase began, I ran out of the room and fell inside another room. I thought this was the end of me. I ended up hiding under a dusty bed. There was no sound, complete silence. I could no longer see the monster. After a while I went outside the room, I was no longer myself, I was traumatized. I was confused, I had no idea if what I saw was real. I went inside another room. In this room there were two beds. My bones felt weak, I was shaking and I fell to the floor. Apparently I had fainted, I was lying on the ground and when I turned my head I saw a hole on the ground. It was under the bed. I moved the bed with the little strength I had left. I knew that I couldn't get out of this house, I don't know how I knew but I did. I heard a strange sound coming from inside the hole, hoping it would be my friends I jumped in. It was dark and I was cold. I heard something move. In the corner on the right I saw one of my friends hiding behind a drawer. She looked terrible. Her hair was out of place, her skin was pale and she had blue splotches on her clothes. She couldn't see me for she was forcing her eyes shut and her hands were covering her ears, she was trembling.

I tapped her on the shoulder and she shrieked. I told her "let's go home together", she only screamed and cried. I didn't know what to do, I climbed out of the hole and wandered around the house. I put my hands in my pocket, I felt something inside. It was the key from earlier. I don't remember putting it in my pocket. My hands were trembling trying to hold on to the key. I Heard a scream of pain. It sounded a lot like my friend. When I climbed back in the hole... I'll never forget what I saw. My friend was lying on the floor, her eyes were widened. Her heart was splattered on the floor. I was confused, I didn't know what was going on. 

I woke up, I was in my bed and it was raining outside. I looked at the clock, it was 2:25 am. I sat there in bed for a couple of minutes trying to make sense of what happened, trying to figure out if these were nightmares. I walked to the dark bathroom to wash my face. When I looked up at the mirror my face was half blue. When I stepped out of the room I realized I was still inside the abandoned house. This house was familiar, I knew where all the rooms were, I knew every inch of this place. I reached inside my pocket and the key was there. I remembered this key...it was the key to get out of this house. I was the blue  monster, I had murdered people. This abandoned house was my home. I was the one that lured my friends here. They were running away from me but I wouldn't let them leave. I had found every one of my friends and now they were all dead. The blue monster I had seen, I was seeing myself. I was never hiding under the bed, it was just the boy I had killed.

 My name is Hiroshi. I am just a boy living in Japan. I was born this way. I was a monster living in the outskirts of town. I can see you, your eyes following my every word. Nothing makes sense, I know. Pieces of the puzzle are missing. All I know is, This is real, I am real and I'll be waiting for you. This is all part of the game, and you're next.

A Challenge!

  I have a challenge for the both of us! The challenge is to put your ipod/mp3/itunes/spotify/  whatever you use to listen to music etc in shuffle and the first song that comes up you have to write a  story based on the song! Bonne Chance! It's a challenge so you can do it or not, not mandatory!

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.