Brent Killen: The Adventure Of Super Brent: Super Brent was found in a Russia when he was a little baby. He was brought in by a Russian Scientist Vladamir Rocknazi. He soon found out B...
This short story leaves me on the edge of my seat. The author is a true genius and I cannot wait until the next blog. I want to see how Super Brent develops as a protagonist and I want the majority of my questions to be answered. The story kept me thinking the whole time. Is this a true story? How did Super Brent get his powers? Why did Vladimir adopt him? What made people attack the two of them? I truly hope all of these questions are answered by the end of this series. This is a MUST READ. I cannot wait for the next one to come out!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
A Southern Future?
I thought I had my whole entire life planned out. Go to college in a nice southern school, eventually study abroad, gain an engineeirng degree and start a successful career. Recently I have done a ton of thinking and am officially not sure what I am going to do. Since Senior year has started I have gotten much closer with my peers than I have before. I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle being unable to see them for months and months aside from holiday breaks. If that wasn't bad enough, my career thoughts have taken a wild shift. This creative writing class opened my eyes and showed me that I am pretty good at something other than math and science. This is the first english related activity I have succeeded in. I love being able to imagine stories to entertain and scare other people. I am not a messed up kid with a cynical mind, I just think it is very very entertaining.
I am happy but also upset that I took this class. It slightly messes with my future plans I thought I had set in stone. This class has opened my mind to a whole different environment and sadly enough, I really enjoy it. My future went from decided to a blank slate. My original plan is now just a saved draft not ready for publishing. It will always be in consideration but I won't have a decision until the last minute. There are too many things holding me back I need to be ready to break free from. I want to become my own independent person like I have thought of doing for the longest times. I guess I've been ignoring the negative feelings and dependencieson people throughout the years. As college creeps up, I am left clueless on what to do. What should I do? Should I follow my dream or stay closer to my loved ones? Will I be able to handle it? Or will I crash and burn?
I am happy but also upset that I took this class. It slightly messes with my future plans I thought I had set in stone. This class has opened my mind to a whole different environment and sadly enough, I really enjoy it. My future went from decided to a blank slate. My original plan is now just a saved draft not ready for publishing. It will always be in consideration but I won't have a decision until the last minute. There are too many things holding me back I need to be ready to break free from. I want to become my own independent person like I have thought of doing for the longest times. I guess I've been ignoring the negative feelings and dependencieson people throughout the years. As college creeps up, I am left clueless on what to do. What should I do? Should I follow my dream or stay closer to my loved ones? Will I be able to handle it? Or will I crash and burn?
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
This Blog isn't Sarcastic or anything
I have been dubbed sarcastic quite a few times in my life. I really don't get it though. It's not like I speak with an exaggerated tone and "compliment" everything someone does wrong. I don't do that at all. I hate making jokes at people and getting that dirty look of slight amusement with a pinch of anger. It is not enjoyable by any means to have my own personality with a certain attribute and tone to myself. It's so terrible. Sarcasm is for sure one of my least preferred qualities. It isn't fun by any means at all. I would love to be straight up with people all the time with absolutely no humor when I speak. Being funny is not cool at all.
Swagger Jagger
Just chillen in creative writing, Mr. Denk the Tank is rambling about pictures on blogs. I'm not too worried, pictures are unnecessary for me. My posts are too tight for a picture to distract people from my magical words. I'm sitting next to The Real Tgraz at the moment and our #swag is on high. I love creative writing, it's awesome. I also like animals. Critters actually. Like squirrels and stuff. I also bougtht a pet micro-mini pig on monday. I own 1/3 of him. His name is Otis Napoleon Schnittle. He's a boss. That's all for the post yo. Shout out to Ross Engleman a true boss freshly 18 with so much swag in the bag. Peace y'all
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Senior Day
It's hard to believe that this is my final home cross country meet of my high school career. This is a day that I have been looking forward to, yet dreading at the same time. The sport of cross country is coming to an end, and with the end of this season comes the end of my career.
I have many memories with this team since the beginning of my freshman season. The team has molded me into I am today, which I am not positive yet if that is a good or bad thing. My closest of friends have come from this team, and since they have graduated, I have learned to take over their role on the team.
As cross country comes to a close, I actually start to dread the end of this season. I feel as though I didn't get to enjoy it as much as others with an injury. The loss of many of my closest friends also put a large damper on my season. I was unsure what to think of this crew, I like a few of them, but for the most part, I could live without these kids. All of my seniors this year helped make this a good year for me, we have became very close since the beginning of the season.
This sport has taken over the beginning of my school year every day for the past 4 years. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. These days have been some of the best and some of the worst. Pain, illness, and vomit alway occured throughout the season, but the fun, excitement, and new friendships each year outweighed all the negatives. I loved this sport and I loved each and every one of my teams. These are kids I will never go out of touch with. I actually have the ambition of going to college with a few at the University of Akron.
It's hard to believe my season is coming to a close. I can remember every other season I've had. Always cheering for the number 1 kids making their way to states and hoping we can produce a team to overcome all of the AAAA schools and go to Hershey on our own. I am still uneasy about this season coming to a close. It's nice to know a new chapter of my life is starting, but the cross country life was full of excitement.
Wrestling starts soon. This is something I look forward to but know that I will dread the sport the first time I have to cut weight. My fourth year of killing myself to be light and skinny. I sound like a teenage girl with self-esteem problems. This sport is definitely not what I thought it would be when I started at age 6. Everything was all fun and games back then. Wrestling senior day is definitely something I'll be looking forward to. The end of this season will be a great accomplishment for me. Tanner and I will be the only four-year lettermen on the team and the two captains this year.
I consider sports my school year chapters. Most kids base their school year off of four semesters. I base it off of three sports seasons. Cross country, wrestling, and track are all I do during the school year. They take up my whole entire life, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
I have many memories with this team since the beginning of my freshman season. The team has molded me into I am today, which I am not positive yet if that is a good or bad thing. My closest of friends have come from this team, and since they have graduated, I have learned to take over their role on the team.
As cross country comes to a close, I actually start to dread the end of this season. I feel as though I didn't get to enjoy it as much as others with an injury. The loss of many of my closest friends also put a large damper on my season. I was unsure what to think of this crew, I like a few of them, but for the most part, I could live without these kids. All of my seniors this year helped make this a good year for me, we have became very close since the beginning of the season.
This sport has taken over the beginning of my school year every day for the past 4 years. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. These days have been some of the best and some of the worst. Pain, illness, and vomit alway occured throughout the season, but the fun, excitement, and new friendships each year outweighed all the negatives. I loved this sport and I loved each and every one of my teams. These are kids I will never go out of touch with. I actually have the ambition of going to college with a few at the University of Akron.
It's hard to believe my season is coming to a close. I can remember every other season I've had. Always cheering for the number 1 kids making their way to states and hoping we can produce a team to overcome all of the AAAA schools and go to Hershey on our own. I am still uneasy about this season coming to a close. It's nice to know a new chapter of my life is starting, but the cross country life was full of excitement.
Wrestling starts soon. This is something I look forward to but know that I will dread the sport the first time I have to cut weight. My fourth year of killing myself to be light and skinny. I sound like a teenage girl with self-esteem problems. This sport is definitely not what I thought it would be when I started at age 6. Everything was all fun and games back then. Wrestling senior day is definitely something I'll be looking forward to. The end of this season will be a great accomplishment for me. Tanner and I will be the only four-year lettermen on the team and the two captains this year.
I consider sports my school year chapters. Most kids base their school year off of four semesters. I base it off of three sports seasons. Cross country, wrestling, and track are all I do during the school year. They take up my whole entire life, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Life Without Love
He enters the house with a nervous grin
The filled house has no clue what will happen next
His legs are shaking
Runs his hand along his leg
Feels the barrel of the gun
Waiting to make a move
She'll regret breaking his heart
Their eyes lock
A shot is heard
The party is over
She sees him bleeding on the ground
In his hand, a note
It reads, " If I can't have you, life's not worth living."
"How could he do this to me?" she screamed wihle dropping to his knees,
"How could it get this bad?"
She clutches the note in his hand and reads it a second time
A tear runs down her face
She whispers, "I can't believe this."
Paramedics arrive
One asks, "Who caused this?"
She looks up and replies, "Me. I killed him."
Without touching the man herself, she managed to end his life.
The next day is a dark gray
Confusion in the air
Deep thoughts cause her to cry
She sees no hope
Struck with depression, she searches for help
Realizing what she has done
She sees no point
Today is a dark gray day
A day she can barely make it through
Is life worth living?
What would he want?
I don't know what to do
Would he want me to live or end my own life?
I'm so torn.
He'd want me to live.
How can I do this?
Living is unbearable
I have to be strong
It's so hard
I have to do it for him
The filled house has no clue what will happen next
His legs are shaking
Runs his hand along his leg
Feels the barrel of the gun
Waiting to make a move
She'll regret breaking his heart
Their eyes lock
A shot is heard
The party is over
She sees him bleeding on the ground
In his hand, a note
It reads, " If I can't have you, life's not worth living."
"How could he do this to me?" she screamed wihle dropping to his knees,
"How could it get this bad?"
She clutches the note in his hand and reads it a second time
A tear runs down her face
She whispers, "I can't believe this."
Paramedics arrive
One asks, "Who caused this?"
She looks up and replies, "Me. I killed him."
Without touching the man herself, she managed to end his life.
The next day is a dark gray
Confusion in the air
Deep thoughts cause her to cry
She sees no hope
Struck with depression, she searches for help
Realizing what she has done
She sees no point
Today is a dark gray day
A day she can barely make it through
Is life worth living?
What would he want?
I don't know what to do
Would he want me to live or end my own life?
I'm so torn.
He'd want me to live.
How can I do this?
Living is unbearable
I have to be strong
It's so hard
I have to do it for him
Friday, September 23, 2011
The Tides
Life is a tide pattern
High and joyous
Low and depressing
Water levels reflecting true emotion
But with every low tide, comes a high
High and joyous
Low and depressing
Water levels reflecting true emotion
But with every low tide, comes a high
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