Wow this so hard! I'm trying to be silent for 25 hours to raise awareness for Invisible Children. Have you ever heard of Invisible Children? Well, it's the truth about the sad world we live in! In some countries in Africa, the army is kidnapping little kids and raising the fight in the war. They are brainwashing them as using them as human shields! I'm being silent for 25 hours. That means I can't physically talk. So how am I supposed to raise awareness? By doing this! Telling every one I know that there are bad things happening that we stop! We can help those poor little kids! We can save lives by telling people and getting support for those invisible children! I thought I knew what it felt like not to be heard! I don't know anything about living in silence! Help the invisible children! Please?
~Elise
P.S. I keep messing up! My little brother isn't being understanding, he keeps trying to trick me into talking! It has worked a couple of times, but only for a few words. Then I shut up and give him my best death glare. Which, by the way, is pretty good! When I "mess up" and talk, I remember that they never mess up and if they did, no one would hear them anyway! >X( http://www2.invisiblechildren.com/25
The reason I say, “Why WE love it” is because my friend Monica doesn’t, but someone she idolizes does. In fact, Monica is mad at Portal because someone she idolizes loves it. That person is, Jhonen Vasquez, her favorite comic book artist, the creator of the ingenious Invader Zim, after whom her cat is named. Phew! That was a mouthful! Well… anyway, Jhonen V. was going to do some comicing this week and he didn’t because Portal 2 was released! I love Portal!!!!! And so does Jhonen V.! These are a small taste of how hilariously awesome Portal really is!
"If wishes, were fishes, could you walk on the sea?" ~Unknown
Now stop and think about it. Could you? How many times do you make wishes every day? I probably make anywhere between 10 and 30 wishes EVERY DAY. Everything from, “Man I wish I looked tuffer.” To “I wish I had a kitten.” To “I wish I could meet The Jonas Brothers.” And, the wish I’m sure you all have made this one, “I wish my chores would do themselves.” Well, with all those wishes being made by billions of people every day, if wishes were fishes could you walk on the sea? I think so! Nobody ever seems completely satisfied with what they have! I know I’m not! I don’t mean to sound bratty but... well, I’d like to say that all I need are my family and friends around me and I’ll be happy forever! But that’s a lie! My family annoys me... a lot! And I LOVE my friends, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want an ipad2! I’ve wished for that one a couple of times. All I’m trying to say is, I believe that if wishes were fishes you could walk on the sea! Who’s with me? It makes sense right? Right? I thought so!
I love my parents. Of course I do! But sometimes… sometimes… Well sometimes they make me really- I don’t know, angry and sad and, and, well everything, all at once!
This morning I was going to get help from my mom a project I was having trouble with. It was a problem with my English assignment, so it was exceptionally frustrating. My mom had to take my little brother to an appointment I had forgotten about so she asked my dad to help me. He told me to read it to him and I said I didn’t want to. So he, to my utter embarrassment, decided to read it out loud. He read every mistake and gives me this look like Really? This is the best you could do? When he finished he didn’t say anything. I started to try to defend myself saying, “It’s a really rough draft! It hasn’t even been proof read!” so he looked at me and said, “Why didn’t you proof read it?” He sounded really disapproving, like what he wanted to say was, What are you stupid? I don’t proof read my own stuff cause I never catch anything!
I explain that the project is really hard because we already wrote to different papers about the same character and there isn’t much more to say about her. Well that sends him into this big story about how a teacher asked his students to make as many observations as they could about this one passage in the Bible. “At first they only had about ten.” He said. “Then their teacher told them that wasn’t good enough, so they went back and looked for more. Do you know how many they had in the end?” he asked.
“No.” I said.
“One hundred.” He said triumphantly.
“So…?” I guess I looked kind of confused because he launched into another explanation.
“Did you read the book?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I said.
“Then why don’t you tell us more about Kathy? You can say why her mom sent her to Canada. Tell how she met Mike.”
“But dad,” I complained, “this isn’t a summary! We already did a summary! This an essay on ‘how Kathy grew, matured throughout the course or the book’.” I said, annoyed.
“You didn’t really read the book!”
“Yes I did!”
“You may have read it, but that doesn’t matter! You haven’t made any observations! You didn’t get anything out of it.”
I wanted to say, D-U-H! It was a stupid Canadian love story!!!! But instead I said, “It was REALLY boring. I didn’t pay all that much attention.” I was not about to tell him I did some Major skimming.
I nodded, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Anger turned to turmoil. Not even good?! I thought. How can he say that?! He wouldn’t know good writing if pooped in his hair!!! Not even good? Tearssprung to my eyes. Not even good?
“You need to re-write it!”
“I have tons of other homework! Science, math...” My lips quivered and I just sat there.
“Fine then. You have one hour! That will leave time for the other subjects.”
I got up and ran up the stairs behind him. Flopping on my bed I started to cry. Not even good!
And that wasn’t even all he did today! I think I’d rather not give everyone to bad an impression of my dad, but he does that by himself on a daily basis.
Stumbling blindly through the woods they burst into a clearing and found themselves surrounded by a thicket. Dense brush and undergrowth surrounded the friends, as they realized that they would be getting nowhere in a hurry. One thought that kept flashing through Liz’s mind: HIDE. Like a bolt of lightning, it would illuminate everything for a split second, then plunge her mind into the pitch-blackness of fear. Fear. Fear. Of all the things swirling through the two very different teens’ minds fear was primary. Jess grabbed Liz’s hand and dragged her behind a moss covered tree, just as the security guard burst into the clearing exactly where they had been standing moments ago. “Come out here now or I’ll start shooting up these bushes and you’ll be in even worse shape than you already are!”
~Elise Oziel
P.S. The following two paragraphs are coming soon!
The flies on the wall can talk. Forensic entomologist Nick Polchack is listening...
Ohhhhh! I LOVE that! The bug man series is about a really funny, well, really funny doesn’t really capture it… let me start over. The main character in the bug man series is a mentally disturbed/deranged, insensitive, borderline psychopath. Yeah, that sounds more like it! He is a forensic entomologist. In other words… well, to put it bluntly, he studies the ways different bugs grow in decaying flesh, or, he studies bugs in dead people. It may sound gross, but… it is. A little… Anyway! The series isn’t exactly a kids series, but the author is a Christian so the books a relatively speaking ‘clean’. The reason I say relatively, is not because they are inappropriate, but because they ARE murder mysteries and that means, like… bad guys and stuff…? Nothing new! Accept Nick he is new and fresh and original, I LOVE HIM! Ironically he shares a name with another person I L-O-V-E, Nick Jonas!!!!!! A funny thing that happened to me while I was reading the fourth book, Less Than Dead, was that this cute little bug landed on my page and as flipped it he crossed over to the next page and settled on the name Nick, like he knew Nick loved bugs! Sorry, I go on lots of bunny trails, but they all lead to the same hole! What my point was, was, The Bug Man series is extremely funny and would recommend it in a heartbeat to anyone I know!
1.Using the hair dryer in the tub. (Because you will get all tingly inside before you die.)
2.Buying a pet mouse when you already have a pet boa-constrictor at home. (Because you will miss it when it is in your snakes tummy.)
3.Pretending to be a bomb. (Because you might pretend to hard and explode.)
4.Eating everything in your path. (Because you will eat all your friends… )
5.Inviting your secret twin, who lives in the mirror, to birthday party. (Because you will be disappointed when they won’t come out of the bathroom.)
6.Jumping from a rooftop in blue tights, a cherry-red cape and yellow underpants (on the outside.). (Because you will die and your grieving family will be sued for copy-right infringement.)
7.Doing mental math on paper. (Because it is a stupid idea.)
8.Twisting a cob into your hair in an attempt to curl it. (Because it will get stuck and you will and up with a mini spike of really short hair where you had to cut it out.)
9.Squealing of joy in front of your favorite musical group. (Because you will regret not making a good impressing and getting squealy dust on their nice clothes.)
10.Holding hands with your best friend. (Because it is awkward…)
11.Using machinery in an Amish town. (Because you will be mobbed.)
12.Making a list of 12 stupid things. (Because you know you will to do those things when you are done.)
So, I love to read! One of my favorite authors has this blog And personally I think it is a really funny blog. I read it pretty much every day and she is the one who made me really want a blog. My friend Ash made one so I did, but Ally Carter really made me want to blog! I don't have much more time I need to work on my math, but that should give you something to read!
Freeport is a town the size of a pair of underpants (excuse my crude reference) so small that if you blink you WILL miss it. Freeport has four churches (Baptist, Lutheran, Episcopal and Presbyterian. One of each denomination...) an elementary school and an "area high school" (a school that severs Freeport and vicinity). You are either in town or in the country you either see cars or cows out your window. I see cows. Stinky, ugly, stupid cows. The Freeport library is closed on Sunday and they still use stamps and pens to check out books. Have you ever seen one of those pieces of paper in the front of a REALLY old library book? The ones with stamps all over them? Freeport still uses those... The computer has a notice on it that says:
NO memory sticks, (thumb drives)
NO games,
NO discs,
ABSOLUTLY NO DOWNLOADING!
Do you know what that leaves? This. Kind of... all there is to do is; sit, swim (if you have access to a pool) talk, play crochet, and swat flies. I am slowly (like everything else) dyeing of boredom. I still love a band everyone loves to hate ----The Jonas Brothers. A concert is going on out of town and I am going but with how few people are into them I think it will be a private concert. Life is sad. People are sad. I am sad that Freeport is so miserable. But it is, and that will not change. Ever. I miss Bothel and my couch and my movies and my puppy. I also miss my friends and having comments on my blog. This post is long and I hope you read it through to the end. This blog is my life and my truth and my chance to be understood. To lalaland and beyond I will go to solve my problems. Good by...
Boredom is so powerful. It gets even more powerful when you have nothing you can do. When the weather is bad and you can't go outside. When the dog keeps barking at the ghosts of fun and entertainment that drift through the silent halls of your dead house. When you have nothing to do but babble to an imaginary blog audience who is to shy to even comment to show you you're not crazy. *hint* I wish it would be tomorrow already! I'm soooooooooo bored!
