Doing What you Want to do

Life is full of mistakes and lessons. The best thing we can do is learn from our mistakes. My topic is simple: Its your life! Don't let ANYBODY tell you how to live it. Do what YOU want to do and be yourself. Imagine what it would be like if everybody did what everybody else was doing. Life would have no variation, and everything would be consistently familiar. Sometimes I see that people are embarrassed to be themselves so they undertake drastic measures in order to make other people approve. If somebody doesn't like you for who you are, then its a shaky bond between friendships. I used to be somebody like that, but then I realized it isn't worth it.

It all started back in grade four, when I first started to understand popularity, I was unsure about other peoples opinions. Worried about my popularity, I completely changed changed from the original me. When I was that age and before I dove into all of the drama, I was an extremely smart, solitary boy. I enjoyed being by myself and playing with army men in the back yard. I never cared when people made irrational judgments about me, I knew that what I was doing was what I cherished. However, those days were gone and I became less and less self-assured. Other peoples opinions impacted me and I lost my childish values. I found that I never had any pleasure without army men or toy guns. Hardly anyone played with army men in grade four. Unique as I was, I gave it all up to have a shot at being popular.

Was it worth it? Absolutely not. In some ways I don't regret it, friendship is the best thing you can have. The fact is, I was with people I had nothing in common with. We all tried to be wanna-be bad asses. I didn't fit in, but at the time I thought it was cool. It sure felt like it. Roaming around causing petty mischief was the way to be. I never understood that when you have to try so hard to become friends with someone, its not natural. Besides, if the people you're socializing with have nothing in common with you, why be their friends? Its simple to understand.

The one main message from this story is that being yourself is the best thing to do. Whether you like it or not, you can never fully change yourself. I've seen people that were to embarrassed about who they were, that they act like a completely different person around kids that they think are they're friends. Sometimes change is good, but when you lose your values, and no longer enjoy doing what you're doing, its time to be yourself.

Dear Mr Gates

It has been brought to the attention of me, Mr. Roger Igtankeotru, that Xbox360, and Microsoft industries itself, has suffered from major income losses. Microsoft's products can not compete with Apple and Sony etc. One of Microsoft's main money makers is the Xbox360. Because of the free charge, Ps3 live is taking all of the attention and customers from Xbox360. Some people do not have the money to buy xbox live, so they convert to Ps3. Today's generation of teenagers face an irresistible obsession to game online, and so, free, or reduced price for xbox live would completely win the hearts of teens, and ultimately, convert hundreds back to Xbox360.


Not only does Xbox have funner games, the exclusive xbox accessories make online gaming even more memorable. Intense gaming is only available on Xbox360,Ps3 can not compare. However, people are missing out on the intensity and magnificence of Xbox live because they can not afford it. I remember when my live ran out, and I had to raise 60$ for another year. It was outrageous. The least you could do is lower it a little bit. Since the accessories are top-notch, profits lost from live costs would be covered by purchase of accessories, and with more people to buy the accessories, you'd make more money.


I'm sure I could get hundreds of fellow Xbox lovers to agree with me. Hopefully, you will take this message seriously and reduce or even completely end the gold membership fee. People are losing interest in Microsoft, and Xbox is their main product. If people cant play xbox, Microsoft will end.

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Roger the Angry Campfire

It was a warm summer night. The horrendous sound of the guitar filled the air, and the disgusting aroma of my smoke wafted about the campsite. Yes, I am a campfire. While I was eating a fresh log, some snot nosed little punk stuck a marshmallow into my coals. In return I send a gargantuan load of blistering sparks his way. Taught that fatty not to mess with me. Aggressively, I roared about into the moist trees above. No good. Wet and soggy, the leaves would not be engulfed right now.

Above the table I heard the old haggardly wench talking to her shrivelled husband about me. Something about putting me out. I swear to god if that gray haired fool even tried to douse me, I would be blazing to high and id burn his ugly face off. He nervously approached me with a small bucket of water. HA! if he thinks that tiny thing is going to ruin my fun, he better think twice. As he took a step closer, I climbed up into the trees and ignited the leaves, starting a massive forest fire. I was delighted to witness that old man to try and put me out. Roasting, my small humble campfire body had turned into an unstoppable inferno! All thanks to that stupid old man.

I felt no sympathy for the trapped family, and as I drifted towards the tent, I heard the growing sounds of screaming children. Abruptly, it ended as a gust of wind blew me straight into the helpless couple. Fried human smelt sort of like chicken. It was magnificent. Sirens of firetrucks could be heard in the distance, and if they got to me before I could reach the gas pump, my plan would be spoiled. Within seconds, the trucks had reached the scene. I was not far from the gas pump, a gust of wind would surely allow me to reach it. But luck was against me. The dedication of the fire fighters was too much. Speedily, I was reduced to a smouldering pile of gray ashes. My reign of terror was over, but at least I killed the pathetic old man and his helpless family.

Moving -Voice

Today is the day. All my bags are packed and I'm ready to go. Excitement filled my house as my dad put the remaining few necessities into the car. Vroom went the engine of my dads F-150, and we were off. Words couldn't express how excited I was for this moment. We were going to California. Leaving my old, boring house to the bustling of beautiful beaches and big city life. After a long, anxious drive, we pulled up to the shining sign reading "Welcome to California". The house was amazing! Considerably larger than my old one, and much more inviting, also. Stunning views of the sandy beach appeared in the windows, and the pool in our backyard made it a one in a kind house. I could already tell this was going to be an excellent home for my family.

Tears dripped down my face and sorrow filled my mind. Why, when I finally made some friends, do I have to move. Sadly, I put my bag into the car and spoke a heartbroken goodbye to my one and only house. If I had just mentioned to my best friend that I was going to miss him dearly,I may not have felt so bad. Unfortunately, the last words I told him were words of hatred and grieving. We pulled out the driveway and I glanced back my my beloved house. Goodbye. That car ride, I cried myself to sleep. Where I awoke was an unfamiliar couch. Suddenly I realized, I was in my new house. Foul stenches filled the air and the yard was muddy and rough. This house was far from the majesty of my previous house. I just want to go home.

Missing in Venice

It was a cold winter morning in Athens. The 6:30 am oil boat, the SS Doogard, was just departing from the wooden harbor. Below the deck, the engine worked fiercely to get the boat to its destination, Venice, Italy. Little did the crew know that this adventure was more than just a delivery.

Awkwardly, the captain clambered aboard the boat. With a few staggered steps, he took the helm of the ship, and they were off. Vodka in hand, Captain Jagger shakily steered to saftey, and let his 12 year old boy , Jared, control. Stumbling off to the corridors to take a nap was the irresponsible captain. Although Jared had never commanded a boat, it first appeared that he was a natural. Calmly, set the boat on a straight course to Venice, and briefly dismissed himself. On the way to the bathroom, Jared stumbled upon something important. I shiny bullet. Since his father was captain, Jared knew that no crew mate was aloud to wield weapons. Anxiety filled Jared and adrenaline was pumping through his veins. Someone was aboard the ship.

Flush went the toilet as Jared finished off his business. As he continued to the command centre of the boat, a nervous crew member appeared at the cargo hold.

"Captain" he shouted. "There is a very valuable piece of cargo that's missing down in Venice. Tell the crew that they need to be on high alert for a blue and gold box.

"Aye matey!" replied Jared in his best pirate accent. It kind of sucked, but at least he gave the effort. With that, he announced on the intercom to be alert for the item. As Jared continued into the command centre of the boat, to his disbelieve, a terrorist had a gun pointed to Jared's drunken father.

"Sail this boat to Venice and get me my blue and gold box or the old bag gets it." ordered the grumpy, uptight terrorist. Jared obeyed, without hesitation. The boat soared through the water and arrive at Venice within minutes. When they arrived at Venice, Jared tried his best to park the boat evenly into the docks. However, luck was not on his side. A strong wind blew the boat off course, and shockingly, it veered straight into a small canal. As they made their way down the canal, they left a horrifying trail of destruction following them. Even with her mighty engines in reverse, the ocean liner was pulled further and further into the canal. Just as they reached the end of the terrorizing stream, Jared realized the breaks were faulty. There was 1 way to safety. They had to leap off the crashing ship into the rubble of the decimated city. Speedily, Jared booted the armed terrorist in the groin and grabbed his disoriented father and dragged him off the boat.

They took a hard landing into a dusty pile of rocks and stone. Jared's back was broken and his dad was unconscious. The terrorist arose from a cloud of dust and took a large handgun out of his pocket. Aggresivly, he stuck the gun in Jareds mouth and warned him one more time if he didnt get his box, Jared would be dead. Meraculously, a skronny old man carrying the box arose from a crowd. The terrorist yanked the box out of the mans hand, and happily scurried off into the crowd. As for Jared, he lived, and so did his dad. Only 1 crew member had been killed, and the boat was tugged out of the canal the same day. However, it wasnt all happy endings. The robbers box had contained far from what he had expected. Within 2 days, the police had captured the man via the tracking divice concealed in the box. The SS Doogard was back into the sea shortly after, with its new captain, 12 year old Jared.

George Harrison is a man from the 1960’s hit band the Beatles. Being the lead guitarist, George enjoyed many different types of music. Intrigued by the sound and uniqueness, George went to India with his band and learned how to play the sitar. Enlightened by the sound of the instrument, George went on to make some great songs. Because George was always a fan of fuzzy creatures, he had a cat named Pseudopod. George and Pseudopod were very close. The time will come when George’s love for the innocent little kitty will be put to the test.

Late at night on Georges band mates alpaca farm, Pineapple, the evil elf, was waiting to ambush George. Sniffing a dirty spoon was Pineapples antelope, who was going to distract the kitty while Pineapple brutaly beat George with the only weapon he had. A WW1 fork. Rusty and sharp, the fork would easily kill him. After waiting over an hour under the leaking hay shed, George and Pseudopod finally approached. Lurking in the bushes on the far side of the street, the antelope discretely pranced around, alerting the tiny fluffy kitty. Pseudopod leaped out of Georges arms and went strait to the hairless brown antelope. Swiftly, the antelope scooped up the innocent kitty in his jaws and ran off.

George was petrified. He watched helplessly as his cherished cat was stolen. Although Pineapple was planning on killing George, his mind was immediately changed. Sitting solemnly under the faded street light was George, weeping, and playing his sitar. Pineapples heart was filled with sorrow and sympathy, and so, with a quick snap of his fingers, the antelope brought back his beloved kitty. Thoughtfully, the elf had giving away his dreams for the happiness of another. Without hesitation, George declined the elf's ct of forgiveness and violently beat him over the head with his tough wooden sitar. Exasperated, George and his kitty left the scene and returned to the safety of his home. George had defended himself and his treasured cat with the simplicity of music.

10 favorite words

1 spoon
2 pineapple
3 cat
4 sitar
5 antelope
6 fork
7 beetle
8 pseudopod
9 alpaca
10 elf

Yick Ming Tse Adventure

Although I was the most popular boy at my old school, the thought of entering the doors to Yick Ming Tse Middle school sent chills down my spine. I am a Canadian boy, and I have only studied Chinese for 3 short months. When I stepped out of my Moms baby blue Chevy, I could feel the tension growing. Today was gonna be lousy.

Already, I detected many students staring at me. Because my nose was itchy, when nobody was looking, I began to pick it. Hoping nobody saw me, I hurried off to my first class. Immediately, I took a seat near the teacher. I knew nobody would want to sit beside the white boy. Behind me, the muscular boy was gently placing pencil shavings into my hood. Pretending I hadn't notice, I slid my desk forward an inch or two. On the chalkboard in the front of the classroom, there was a strange symbol I had never seen before. The greasy teacher pointed at me and hollered a mouthful of gibberish. Impatiently, he yelled the same pointless words. Little did he know that I had no idea what he was saying. It was terrible. Under the teachers desk was a bloody metal rod. He took me into the office and horribly beat my hands. Crying, I punched him in his pimply face and darted out into the hallway. Angered, I sprinted down the maze like hallways until I found the principles office. After I told him what happened, he politely asked me to stay seated while he quickly left the room. Worried, a waited, impatiently.

After waiting over 20 minutes, I hurried out of the room. As I opened the door, something terrible happened. I was trapped. Shockingly, there were about 50 staff members and 200 students standing outside the office,all wielding bloody metal rods. Sweat filled my body and fear filled my head. I was horrified. The Principle grabbed my arm, and pulled me to the ground. As I looked up, I saw the faces of several angry Chinese people. If there was any way out, it was to kick the principle in the groin and run like the speed of light. After executing my plan perfectly, the principle was squirming on the dirty floor, clutching his groin. Hastily, I scurried out through the bathroom window. Outside was the same muscular boy the was flicking pencil shaving and my hood. I rolled up my sleeves, and made him aware that I was going to beat him down. Charging, the boy threw a gargantuan punch. Coolly, I stepped back, grabbed his collar and hurled him to the ground. Defeated, he lay on the muddy grass and I left. I took the bus back to my house and the first thing my mom asked was "How was school honey?"
"I'm never going back there again!" I replied viciously.
"Why is that?" she reckoned.
"UH, you don't wanna know....

run-on sentances

#1
I was sitting on my bed and reading a book and the book was about a cat who lived under a rock and ate baby mice all day and all night.
#2
The man who had a very large head ran slowly down the paved road that had very few cars driving on it and was in a large desert in the middle of Texas and Texas is in America.
#3
If you live in the USA chances are you are fat and greasy 1 third of Americans are over weigh and they have a McDonald's on ever street i am glad don't live in America or else i might be fat too and thats bad.
#4
When i looked out my window i saw a bunch of gangsters beating up a dog so i went downstairs and told my mom and dad and they said they were going to call the police and that the police would come and save the dog but by the time the police got to them the dog was dead.
#5
Last night when the clock struck 12 a ghost come sneaking out of the great clock in my living room the ghost could have been my grandpa but he had a big nose and my grandpa didn't he snuck into my room and pulled off all my covers and i woke up and he was stealing my alarm clock so i shot him with my air soft gun and he disappeared.

There are plenty of video games. They are all based on different things. They can come from a variety of categories such as sports, to shooting everything you see. Late at night, if you are playing a game, you will have to turn the volume low or else you might wake up your parents. Unfortunately, you may get yelled at.

Sentance Openers Paragraph

*NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE PRIVACY OF OTHERS*
Quickly, we darted down to the field to see this highly anticipated recess. Ryan McClain was going to dump paint on Kelly Heart. Under the tree, Kelly, the nastiest, greasiest, gnarliest girl in the school, sat reading a harry potter book. Since the day before, Ryan had been looking for a way to get back at Kelly for ruining his project. He crept up behind the tree and poured a heaping bucked of paint water on Kelly's greasy hair. Stunned, Kelly sprung to her feet and dashed after Ryan. Luckily, Ryan's buddies, including me, we ready to stone her. Fleeing from the scene, Ryan suddenly tripped over a root, and Kelly was upon him. We were baffled. Kelly was sitting on Ryan, face in between her thunderous thighs, tickling him, and there was nothing we could do about it. Finally, the bell blared, and Kelly released Ryan from the torturous grasp she had on him. He was extremely upset, but he had learned his lesson. Don't mess with Kelly.

sentance starters

VSS- He was horrified
VSS- She is massive
LY- Quickly, he dashed down the hallway
LY- Angrily, he smashed his Friend in the face
ED- Excited, he threw his arms in the air
ED- Horrified, he hid himself under the pillow
CLAUSAL- While adam worked on his farm, I sat and played xbox
CLAUSAL- Although the building was on its side, it is still amazing landmark
ING- Dancing, the young lady tripped on her dress
ING- Screaming, mom blew bursted a blood vassal
PREPOSITIONAL- Under the bed law a mess of cans and chip bags
PREPOSITIONAL- Above the clouds, an airplane soared high
SUBJECT- The cat was 35 lbs
SUBJECT- I fell and crushed my elbow

Wondeful day for April Fools

AHAHAHAHAHAHA IDIOT I GOT YOU

That was my moms reaction to my amazing April fools prank. It all started at 11pm. My parents were sound asleep, and i was on the move. I had my genius plan assembled. Just the day before i bought 7 gallons of chocolate sauce, and a couple of ice cream buckets. Step one was finished.

Step 2. I had to rig all of the chocolate sauce above the doors she was going through, and in her new Mercedes car seats and exhaust. When she woke up and went to work, she would be covered in chocolate. It was an amazing plan. It was hard work. The chocolate ice cream tubs were extremely heavy, and the doors seemed higher than they normaly would. But it would be worth it. deffinatly.

It was 3:30. My mom would awake from her relaxing slumber only to be covered in gooey chocolate sauce. It would be amazing. Just a couple more hours. I tried my hardest to stay awake, but my eyes eventually grew heavy, and by 5, i was overcome by my tiredness.

I woke up at 7:25. My mom shoudl just be waking up from her warm soft bed. i stayed in my room for a couple of minutes just to hear her reaction. Her room is right below mine. Still waiting after a few minutes. I went down to look. When i opened my door, i felt a bump, and looked up to see a heaping bowl of chocolate sauce oozing down into my face. I whipped off the sauce from my face, to see my moms grinning face. Holding onto her side laughing, she threw me a towel. Its ok though, she and her car would feel the pain pretty soon!

The most important game of my life

I was playing CoD:MW2 Hardcore Team Deathmatch on Invasion. I hooked up a rifle grenade, and blasted the guy camping in the corner. So i picked up his M4A1 carbine, got a headshot on his team mate, knifed the same guy in the back when he spawned and stole his ammo. I called in my harrier and got 3 kills. I was ready to call in my chopper gunner. I had to find a safe spot. I dashed to the dense bushes in the back of the map, planted some claymores, and laid down in the brown gooey mud. I called in the chopper gunner. It spawned in the tall, snowy mountains behind the enemies so i surpised them. There were guys camping in builings, but i was able to shoot through the walls. I got a triple kill in the first barrage and a multi kill instantly after. i was going for nuke. 25-0? No problem, i was already at 21-0. Problem. The enemy with the RPG bombarded my chopper, and it went down hard.

I was 21-0. There i was, camping in the farest corner of the map, hiding away in fear of loosing my nuke. i crept silently into the gas station. There were two enemies crounched, peeking around the dusty wall. Double kill. Almost there. An enmey was sprinting into a nearby building, when i unloaded into his back. I brutally killed him, and i was one away. Just that same moment, i was camping atop a 3 story building, with green walls. I had my crosshairs on my kill, ready to pull the trigger. I got shot in the back instantly before i shot. I was furious.

I took off my mike, whipped it at the stone wall, kick a massive hole in my window, and ran out of mt room bellowing at the top of my lungs. My brother ask me to stop, i smacked him as hard as i could. Then it got horrible. He went rage on me and took me hard to the tough carpet. He started to pound my face with his fist and his lumpy knuckles. I started to look like a soggy tomato. Eventually, my mom saved me by tearing him off of me. I was in so much anguish and pain, i felt like dying. My mother quickly drove me to the hosptial and i stayed there in the stinky hospital for 3 long, boring, terrible days.

Elephant madness

I wake up. I eat, watch TV and go to sleep. That is my average day. Boring, eh? If i could, I'd leave. Its that dam elephant. He just sits outside the house, contemplating his next move, constantly frightening me. He knows it to. I peek out the window, he launches peanuts at me. I go out the back door, his baby is right there! No way out. So i wait. I've tried to call the police, but the clever bugger takes out the telephone pole. But hey, at least hes thoughtful enough not to kill me, even though that wouldn't be so bad.
Anyways, about myself. My name is Johnny, I enjoy Family Guys and I HATE ELEPHANTS! There massive stature and annoying roars sent freezing shivers down my spine, and tears to my eyes. As mom always told me, never be afraid, or you'll never live life to the fullest. HA! too bad shes dead, she wasn't afraid of anything. Looks like karma hit her, hard. That gargantuan, blue blob out there, that's Babar the elephant. I named him after my favorite childhood T.V show, Babar. Of coarse, that was when i liked elephants. We bought Babar when i was 13. I'm 23 now, and hes grown into my biggest nightmare.
I usually do fine hiding in my safe house all day and night, but something went wrong. I ran out of batteries for my xbox360 controller, it was horrible. Like 1 million nightmares, except for reality. It was worse than SAW1,2,3,4,5 and 6. So I waited until 3am, until Babar was really fatigue, and stealthily exited my house. Babar sprung up, sucked me into his trunk, and carried me off. I panicked, and passed out.
I awoke in an enormous elephant cave. Just my luck. Hundreds of those horrendous, blue beasts stalked the corridor of the eerie gloomy mountain hole. I curled up in a corner, and hoped they did not notice me. Babar suddenly appeared from a shadow, rose up on his 2 back legs and shrieked "We are the elephant people Nehehehehe!" I pooed myself, shivered, and was too horrified to think about speaking. Many elephant stirred in the background, anxious to witness the coming events. Babar spoke again. "Johnny, my Friend. I had no intentions to frighten you. I live in your lawn because you have special elephant power. Johnny, I need you to stand up." I listend to him, desperately hoping he would not bite my head off. Fear overcame me, and i was fully under Babar's control. I began to follow his every order. "Tap your heels 3 times and say 'Hemhamglobin'" I suddenly felt something very strange arise in my body. My body size was increasing, and my skin was turning a deep shade of blue. I realized, now, that i had become the very thing i wanted to destroy. An elephant. But not any elephant. I was the elephant lord. I had 2 choices. I could heroically lead the elephants to world domination, or i could take the easy way out. Elephants were not my thing. I scurried on all four legs to the end of the cave, and leaped off into the darkness.


ALTERNATE ENDING
I was now king of the elephants. They were at my command. Power flowed through me like oil in a car. I was unstoppable. "Come my hideous elephant army. We will strike Vancouver on the next dawn! The elephants obeyed and adored me. We marched down the mountain to the banks of the Fraiser River, and launched the largest attack in Canadian history. It would be know as 'The siege of Vancouver by the elephant lord Johnny. Millions were killed, and hundreds of captive elephants were drafted into my army. Bombers from USA attacked our army, but we launched rubble from out trucks at them. Take that! It was only a year when all of north and south America was under complete elephant control.
The captive humans were forced to pick us peanuts, or they would die. Treachery and terror spread across the world. Just the sight of elephants would force somebody to go insane. Confusion and chaos broke out in the few remaining western cities, and the east was always on their toes. We cannot cross the ocean because we don't have thumbs to operate machines, so we must build or army and develop a way of waterborne transportation. The end was near for mankind, and a new age of domination would begin. The age, of the ELEPHANTS!

Bloody Spring Break

Scott Lucyks Journal
March 11 3:12pm
Dante. The dumbest, ugliest lamest alpaca on the Campbell blueberry, chicken, horse and alpaca farm. I'm not kidding, Adam Campbells farm has blueberries, chickens, horses and alpacas! That's not a joke! But that is far from the point. My spring break mission is to eliminate Dante.
It will be difficult. The farms robot sensors patrol the south and east perimeters of the farm, and the house blocks the west. The north will be were we must strike. The massive cliff will make it perilous for me and my accomplice, Braden, to enter the alpaca shed. Adam, the owner of the farm, intimately cuddles with Dante from 9pm to 9am every night. The only time hes not there is at approximately 1am, when he will briefly excuse himself to accommodate his chicken, Barbara.
We have it all planned out. We need to strike on March 12, because it is a full moon and Adam will be distracted, (he is terrified of the ware wolf). We will stealthily disable the robot patrols at 12:30am sharp. From there we will be able to freely enter the alpaca shed when Adam dismisses himself. We will have only 30 nerve-wracking minutes to successfully arm the bomb, because Adam will not be intrigued with Barbara, shes too elderly. He will no longer be attracted to her long, scaled beak, her rough, grey fur and her bony, meatless form. If the bomb is timed correctly, it will detonate right as Adam re-enters the shed, engulfing them both in a fiery inferno.
The passing will be swift and painless. The bomb is large enough vaporize up the shed, but the rest of the farm will be unscathed, and I will take the property all to myself. Not only will I rid the world of the horrible Dante, I will also convert Adam's phony farm into a masterpiece. The world we know will indeed be changed, for the better.

Adam Campbells Journal:
March 12 1:06am.
It is a full moon tonight. I have heard bone chilling cries of the horrendous ware wolf, though the robots keep him at a distance. Something is wrong tonight. Dante is not as passionate with me during our cuddling as he usually is. He has been stuck inside himself, not able to escape a mental prison he has made. Maybe its the ware wolf? Anyways, i made a promise to Barbara that we would have our intimate moment tonight, so i must leave Dante. Maybe he needs some time alone. I walked through the damp grass near the chicken coop when suddenly the robot stopped sliding. I hurried back to Dante and he was more frightened then ever. Then i heard an eerie ticking noise coming from underneath the hay bail. I peeked inside the hay and found a time bomb set with 2:12 seconds left. I clutched Dante's collar and yanked him out of the shed. But i was seconds to late. The ware wolf had descended upon the farm. As the ware wolf gazed at us with glowing eyes, i noticed Scott Lucyk and Braden Saretsky running down the moonlit street with wicked grins. Scott waved, and i turned over to see the razor sharp blood drenched fangs of the ware wolf driving into Dante's fur. He tumbled over into the soft dirt, and allowed the ware wolf to feed on him. I darted into the house and called the police, and camped out until they arrived. I was safe, but poor Dante had become the ware wolfs midnight snack.

DURP- an Innovative New Word WIP

"Hey, Braden, look at that kid! what a durp!" STOP! Ever heard anyone mutter that? Probably not, because DURP is not a real word...yet! It was created by me, Scott Lucyk, and comes from the word special, usually aimed at mentally handicapped people. I thought that was rude, so I made the word to suit all people who have had moments like that.
DURP has been described as "the perfect word to say to anyone acting silly" NEW YORK TIMES or "an innovative idea to tell somebody they are acting stupid in a harmless, not offensive way" PEOPLE MAGAZINE. DURP can be used in sentences such as 'wow dude, stop being such a durp', 'holy cow! Look at that durp!' or even 'When I caught a glimpse of that durp over there I almost died of laughter!' The verb DURP can also be used in plural (DURPS).
Still think DURP is a pointless word? Think again! If you were strolling down the street with your friend and your mom and you noticed someone acting really strange, or a mentally handicap person, you wouldn't want to say "hey man, look at that retard over there." THAT'S OFFENSIVE TO SOME PEOPLE! But DURP is a fair word, because it can simply mean somebody is fooling around and being random. Like I've explained, you don't want to make people feel horrible by saying they are 'retards' or 'idiots'. Instead, just use DURP, its so harmless and it fits for people who are being foolish. My goal is to make DURP a world renowned word, and to get it into a dictionary.
I thought of the word DURP when I was in Idaho in the USA. People were calling mentally challenged people 'retards'. (Such rude people, them Americans.)
I thought to myself, "wow that's terrible, its not his fault hes like that." Then I thought, "hey, what if I made a word that could describe someone like that in a less offensive way!" Then I created the word DURP. I will admit, I did not create the sound DURP, but it was never a word, or even had a meaning.






Scott's English Dictionary
DURP- to durp- to act like a fool, make random noises, actions and facial expressions
DURP- noun- someone who is acting silly or immature (wow, what a durp)
DURPING- verb- To describe a random act (that guys durping pretty hardcore)

If I was Invisible

So, what would YOU do if you were invisible? Would you go to a doctor? I know i wouldn't. That would ruin all the fun. Besides, doctors aren't on your side, he'd probably turn you in to the military. I would do something fun! Like go to a massive party and everyone wouldn't be able to see me. After my party, i would go to a fancy restaurant that serve fantastic food and take some free samples. Although, it would be awkward walking around naked all the time, who'd be surprised to see a shirt and pants floating around with no body there. Or if you became visible, you'd be wearing no clothing! But being invisible would have its downsides. You would loose most of your communications with others because of the risk somebody would turn you in. But imagine floating silently around with nobody able to see you, all the things you could do! Another thing I'd do would to take a bunch of money so that when i turned back, id be loaded and set for live. But what about all those people who were real jerks to you? Would you get you sweet revenge and haunt, scare, or even hurt them? Or would you just forgive and forget and go your own way? Hard choice. Id probably do one or two naughty things, but then id be off to find some more interesting things to do, like maybe go on a space shuttle heading for the moon or a submarine to the depths of the oceans. Or haven't you ever wonder what it would be like to live in a MASSIVE house, like Bill Gates or Paul McCartney? Id go live with one of those ridiculously rich people, and see what life would be like. Awesome, id guess.

Powerful and Powerless

I feel powerful when i hit people in hockey. It is the greatest feeling in the world watching them fall. I feel like I am able to own them and make me feel like the boss. I don't love hitting people because then they feel weak, but when i do i enjoy it and make it worth while. Or when something is really going my way and nobody can stop me from winning because then i know that they are all jealous.

I feel powerless when i am not able to do something and need help with it because i feel pathetic. In hockey, i cannot skate backwards and i fall a lot and that is when i feel horrible and embarrassed I know its OK to ask for help but i don't like to anyways because i feel dependant. I also feel powerless when someone says i cant do something. It gets me angry and i try even harder to do it so in the end i do better. Or when i am not aloud to do something that I choose to do because somebody (my mom) does not agree.