bartok the magnificiant

I learn best when I have a challenging project ahead and a head full of steam heading at it.  When I am not taught with strickness but also gentalness of teaching.  When a teacher is a pushover who is always whining and yelling because he/she cannot handle their class than I do not learn at all.  Also I need to be challenged with a few different ways of doing things.  Like sometimes we should write on paper with pen, then other times we should be able to type our little fingers off.  Other wise if we are just writing with our hands then we get board and won’t learn anthing.  Go back to your high school days did you really like writing down just what the teacher wrote on the board.  Imagine just how board the teacher must have been.  Please when you teach me make it interesting otherwise I will not get to learn to the best of my ability.

As we all know the famous restaurant of mcdonalds that fat people enjoy everyday. But do we know whos behind it all. Ronald McDonald. Yes that ignorant @##$%$@ has started a fast food empire. Everyday this mean sick clown is putting old saggy wet paste in the form of a nugget into todays youth. I still do not know how he does it making disgusting food taste so amazing. Although he will have a rough spot coming at him. The taste for fast food is going out and organics and healthy food such as meat and vegetables is coming back in. So Ronald McDonald you have defeated the burger king now can you beat the man only known as tommy the tomato? Well thats up to you but I will be excited to see what you come up with o’ great clown. I will be waiting, watching, learning.

One day I saw a dog in my basement.  His name was jimmy I decided.  He would not quit barking so I hit him with a shoe lace.  That maded him mad so he bit me in the leg.  Then I ran and he followed.  I ran into a pig farm and screamed bacon!  He turned and saw the pigs than he raced to the biggeest juciest scrumsious looking pig and took a bite out of its lower cheeks.  Then he turned his attention to me and farted.  Then he found another pig and chewed on some bacon from him he attacked me and ate my face.  Now I am in The hospatal and he found me.  He ate my leg off and ran.  Somehow he found out how to work an elevator because we were on the 779 floor.  Then he ran to my basment and I died.  OH NO ITS THE END NOT AGAIN I HATE WHEN STURYS END WHERE IS MY MUM.

This is what happens when a third grader writes about dogs.

 I am reading a book called Velocity by Dean Koontz and it is pneominal book.  It is about a killer that leaves notes for a man named Billy Wiles leaving him with a really hard decision.  The first note that he leaves is this;  If you don't bring this note to the police I will kill a lovely blonde school teacher in Napa county,  If you do bring this note to the police I will kill and elderly women deep in charity work. 

I think that he is a peunominal writer and I am trying to write like him now.  Throughout the book he tries to outwit the killer but he has not suceeded. I am half way through the book and I can't wait to read the rest and I would definitly recommend you rread it if you enjoy these kind of books.

The night was young for Shelly Coals.  It was a very busy night at the local Chile's where she worked. She was helping a good few costumers as more piled in.  She grabbed the food from the cook who she knew very well chris.  She had a crush on Chris but of coarse she would never let him know that.  "Hi Chris" she said in a timid voice. "Hows it goin' quite the night you have your work cut out for you."  "Ya ya I do"  she said as she stumbled over her own feet under nervous pressure.  "Well heres the order for that fellow over there."  "Ok bye"  she said trying to keep her cool.  She grabbed the order of chile covered fries and a terriyake burger.  She turned the corner going around the screaming toddler to the next table to deliver the food.  She gave the man his food telling him to enjoy trying to get a look out of him.  He had an Atlanta Braves age warn ball cap covering his eyes.  His jean jacket was dirty as if it had been given to a dog to lay on for a day.  His ripped up pants had food and grass stains on them as if used in a football game.  His adidas were brownish but seemed as if they might have once been white.  She layed the tre full of food on the table in front of him although he didn't seem to notice.  All he could look at was his hand in his lap holding a crumbled up note.  She asked "have you just come from a game or something sir" wishing she hadn't said it in her mind.  No answer.  She walked away not knowing what was wrong.  She took a few more orders before walking by his table again.  He was no where to be found.  The food was gone and two crisp twentys lay in front of her on the table.  Next to them was the note he had been looking at.  Still wadded up in a little ball.  She picked up the two twentys pockiting one of them wondering if she should pick up the note or not.  She picked up the note uncrumbling the white paper to reveal the note inside.  There were two letters on the not in italisized letters which read;

Drive carfully. 

 She did not know what this meant it was as if layed there on purpose her shift was bout up as her replacement waitress walked in.  Tayrn Wiley was a girl Shelly had known for a long while and has always not really liked.  She had gone to high school with her and Tayrn was in the popular croud.  Without sharing a word Shelly walked through the doors and out to her Toyota Camry.  She climbed in and started the car.  She backed out of her far off parking space and started to drive off.  The messege on the note still pounded at her head what did it mean why did he leave it she surely didn't know.  As she turned the car right on a red light because no one was coming as she drove she looked at the note again studying every letter as if it might fall off of the page.  She looked up for a split second not seeing him.  He walked out in front and she nailed him ripping his legs off of his body.  He was alive with half a body sitting on her hood.  She recognized him he was the guy fom the restaurant.  At that moment he hopped off the hood connected himself to his legs and walked off.  She got out and found another note.  She picked it up and read it. 

Don't die

At that moment Shelly Coals feel down dead with a Chile's steak knife in her head. 

This autumn something happened that was a tremendous expierience for me. I went hunting.  We drove up to beautiful Buena Vista for my first hunt. The drive was a grueling two hours of winding roads and rock music playing in my ears. Ocasionally we would stop for a gas station burrito and an energy drink which is the fuel of most men. We were coming up to a hill flooded with green from the dark evergreens on a slow curving turn around the hill. My best friend and I looked out of the window as the city came into veiw. It was great the first night we went to a place called the coyote mexican grill which had (if you have never played) big buck hunter extreme which since we were hunting it seemed to fit perfect. Well two hours and 30 dollars later we went to our new house for the week. This place was called The Papa’s House and we would rent it out for the week of hunting. It had two big bedrooms where our two friends whos kids weren’t there would stay. My dad, me, my dad’s best friend, and his son who is my best friend would stay in a room with four twin beds arranged in a 3 vs. 1 setting in the room. These beds were right next to the window so if you were awake you could here an animal rustling around out in the bush or in a tree. Well as most do hunting we awoke early at, oh it must of been close to 430 or 5. We gathered everything and went through the checklist. We jumped in our friends F-250 ford and drove a ways to the place we were going to hunt. My dad and I jumped out I loaded my .243 winchester while my dad set up a meeting time. I had shot this gun before many times accually at the rifle rang over in cherry creek somewhere. I had never accually killed something with it though. Not to long ago I had went duck hunting on the platte and killed a nice drake. It was a great feeling of accomplishment for me when I killed it. Anyway my dad and I hiked quite aways before we came acrosse a spot to take up stake. We sat there for about an hour waiting watching. Then after a long time of sitting still in our camo garmets we saw something, through our scopes it was elk. We have been hearing gun shots all mourning of elk being killed down below hoping it would spur up some bucks to us seaming that we didn’t have elk licienses. The two elk we saw walking up the rivine was a big cow and a little calf walking up. Being normal hunters we went over there and hoped for the best. We walked up and around the rivene to a great spot where we could see deep into the big crevace on Mt. Princeton. We waited untill the sun came over the east mountains. We started to break into the snacks we brought along untill my dad quitely yelled (which is kind of like talking normally) he had seen a big four point possibly a five point walking up the far opposite side or the enormous rivine. We quickly grabbed all of our gear and our rifles and started of. We must have been tracking that deer for 3 hours and 3 miles we went until their footsteps got lost in a sea of elk tracks. We ended the day with a great breakfast burrito at a fantastic place called Jan’s.  Our day was way cool.  After sharing some cokes and a few beers (for the adults don’t worry) we all went to bed.  The next day we hunted the entire mourning nothing.  Then we drove on over to a place called Red Deer.  After only walking about a quarter mile we saw a doe over yonder.  It lyed there watching us while we walked up to it.  When we got about 20 yards in front of her, she spooked and ran.  We split up after that, our buddys went up the hill and we followed the doe.  If your wondering why we followed it, its because deers live in herds and if there is a doe there is bound to be a buck somewhere near.  We lost her trail in a steep rivine so we walked aways south acrosse the hill.  Gun shots blasted above us we figured it must be our friend since they headed off that way.  We waited at the bottom of the hill just incase they spured something up our way.  They didn’t so we headed that way to see if we were right and it was them.  We were and Matthew my bud shot a beautiful two point that was pretty good sized.  I don’t mean to be graphic but he shot the buck quite litrally up the butt.  It went through and messed up the inside of the deer.  He ruined a whole hind quarter of meat that was a big part of the meat in the deer.  Well after that we walked around and didn’t get anything.  The next day we went and had breakfast and didn’t go hunting early.  This time we dicided to go on private land.  We had to ask permision and we were lucky the lady was very nice and let us hunt on her land.  At this time it was about 3 o’clock and was warmish cold.  We got up to the top and decided to walk up this one trail.  Just at that moment we saw a huge four point buck!  My dad got his gun out although he was going to let me shoot first.  I got my gun out quick but stumbled on my knee and the buck got away.  I was so mad at myself for that.  Anyway we tried to track it and couldn’t so we picked up on another trail.  We walked a long time so long that we wanted to turn back but I kept us trucking along.  All of the sudden we saw a herd of deer.  My dad looked at them through the bernoculars and told me; “The top ones a buck shoot it! Shoot it!”  I picked up my winchester rifle scoped him out pulled the trigger and hit him.  A one hit kill right in the back.  I got lucky and didn’t ruin any meat.  It was dark at that time and getting dark.  We had about a mile to drag this deer.  We made though and packed it in the back of the truck and headed off.  We spent a few more days there it was great.  We watched the Broncos beat the Browns.  We went and got our deer jerkified at the butcher.  It was one of the greatest expierences of my life.  I am going to hunt elk next year and who knows maybe you will hear about that one too!

There is this project that some students at Harvard did that I thind is fascinating.  The project says that a normal person will not read the entire word but just the first and last letters.  It will only work when the letters in the middle are the same but just in a different order.  For example I will use the word Harvard in this fasion; Hrarvad.  Could you read it well try reading this:

Tihs porecjt is porbblay the coloset tihng taht any one culod do.  Prat of tihs is taht the wrod has to be fuor lteetrs lnog and cna’t hvae the smae two ltteers in the mildde lkie the wrod good.  If you can raed tihs so far good job can you tlel all of the trhee leettr wrdos are the smae.  Wlel if you figrued taht out tehn you are petrty dran samrt.  I wlil end tihs psot now so gdooybe.

Anyway I think that this project is amazing and these kids at Harvard should get an A+.

In this post I will rhyme all the time so get used to it you bloody git just kidding I hope your sitting because this post is awesome so awesome you will get hit by a possum. You will get hit by rays just like that song purple haze.  I sound like Dr. Suess oh look is that a moose?  Time to rhyme this the chime so listen up you little pup:

How now brown cow.  Maybe you should sit on a sow.  Hey we can sit down by the bay maybe eat some hay make things out of clay we just may.  I like to moo sometimes to woo or chew maybe i will do it at the zoo.  Cocoa puffs are munchy and crunchy and CHOCOLATY oh wait that doesn’t rhyme and I said that at the wrong time they are accually really scrunchy.  Well Im done with this non-pun no I have no gun I have to run peace out son.

There are many things that DC (douglas county) are better than ranch at.  First of all DC owns at football they won state in ‘05 and went to the semi-finals in ‘06.  What did ranch get? They made it to the first round and lost to arapahoe.  That is sad.  Arapahoe is good at basketball and lacrosse but not really at football.  The only thing ranch has to brag for is that they are good at girls basketball.  Nobody Cares!  I mean who every came out of ranch some garbage men fine.  DC is better than ranch get over it!

you wish you were a cat

This is a hilarious comic strip about cats and what their expresions are like and what I think they would be saying.  My favorite one is the one about the cat who likes zoloftz.  I really suggest that you read this comic strip.