Monday, October 02, 2006

Why is the meaning of life 42? Journal Topic #14 Unit 2

I'm sure most of you know that the meaning of life is 42 according to the "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy". Now knowing this a new question arises in my mind and that is, "Why is it 42" and I have come to one reasonable explination and that is because whatever you can think about or see can always be linked in some way to the number 42. For instance take the position, President of the USA. There have been at least 42 presidents some of which were the age of 42 during their term. And because of the linkage between all objects I believe THAT is why the answer to all is 42.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Fifty Feel Good Things

"Write a list of at least fifty things that make you feel good."

  1. Friends
  2. Family
  3. Speech
  4. Mock Trial
  5. My Pets
  6. Student Congress
  7. Rpg Gaming
  8. Ice Cream
  9. Medicine
  10. My little brother
  11. Fishing
  12. Camping
  13. Horseback Riding
  14. Cheese
  15. CSI
  16. School
  17. Bowling
  18. My Pony
  19. Writing
  20. Reading
  21. Sleeping
  22. Driving
  23. Eating
  24. Cooking
  25. Watching Sports
  26. Dancing
  27. Working at the Pharmacy
  28. Guys
  29. Getting Mail
  30. Chocolate
  31. Making Wood Working projects
  32. Watching Movies
  33. Energy Drinks
  34. Hunting
  35. Swimming
  36. NaNoWriMo
  37. My Little Ponies
  38. Camp RYLA
  39. Country Music
  40. Old Rock
  41. Going to the Zoo
  42. Wild Animals
  43. Helping People
  44. Doing Community Services
  45. Shopping
  46. Going out and About
  47. Playing Outside
  48. Having Fun
  49. Comical Stuff
  50. Snowmobiling

"Pain doesn't exist unless you're afraid of it." Unit One #12

“Pain doesn’t exist unless you’re afraid of it.” On the contrary I believe fully that this is not true. When I was four years old and was jumping on my bed and fell off, I wasn’t afraid of falling off, but the pain still came once my head struck the wall seconds later. Pain does exist whether you are afraid if it or not, it just depends on the situation.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Show and Tell

Wednesday was the day that all of us first graders would bring in our items to show and tell but just like most wonderful things these days, there was a catch. No, no, no, we didn’t have to pay taxes or extra money or even submit an application or something like that, we had to bring a current event to share with the class. Now being in the first grade, I highly doubt our teacher would expect us to bring news of the progression and development of third world countries, but rather smaller things, things that were rather insignificant, things that I can’t even remember at the moment…anyway. When I look back I can think of a few things I had brought, like some sea shells and a blanket but when I think about what I would bring today I think it would have to be a picture of my first dog, Chipper.

Chipper was the first dog I ever owned. He was a birthday present to me on that wonderful day of turning six and I got to pick him out. It was either the noisy cocker spaniel or the cute, long haired fluff ball of love. I picked the latter. Chip was a Lhasa Apso, you know, the lion dogs of Tibet. He was also the best friend I had. You see, having a father in the navy requires you to travel a lot, and I did, leaving friends and being forced to make new ones, but wherever I moved I knew that Chipper would always be there, right at my side. Sure there were a few instances when we got in an argument, but most friends did and we soon got over it and back to loving each other.

A few things made him quite unique and special to me. One was that he had this under-bite and it was the coolest thing ever. He looked kind of like a happy little bulldog in a sense, except not as ugly. Another thing that I always thought was funny was that he never learned any tricks no matter how hard my dad tried to train him, he was his own person…or rather dog if you would say so. Chipper also was one of the best play pals because no matter how rough and into playing he was, the simple word of “gentle” and he wouldn’t even think about using his teeth anymore, and would start licking you.

Sadly a few years ago Chipper past away. He was hit by a car when my uncle was dog sitting him. The people didn’t even stop, instead the person across the street found him and brought him over to my uncles. It was said that he never suffered. That was nice to know but that doesn’t stop me from grieving his death even to this day. After all, we had spent twelve years or so together, he was my best friend, and he always will be.

So that is what I would bring, a wonderful picture of the most loyal dog I know. As for a current event I would probably bring an article about gay and lesbian marriages, and the conflict of. I don’t like talking about the war in Iraq that much, it’s a very touchy subject. I hope that this has taught you a little more about myself and my past. Here ends my show and tell.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Beldro zhah ulu dro?

It is drow for, "To create is to live." I thought it was sounded cool so to make it a bit funner I translated it into Drow. You know..the language of (I think) the dark elves. Please correct me if I'm wrong though. =D