Survival Guide (Missions)

Math- Always have a good attitude. No matter how upset or annoyed with the homework you've been givin don't show it. Also, never forget a pencil, your math folder, and your composition book. Absolutely never, ever text, she will take it right up.

Reading- Mrs.Motley is the dress code nazi. Don't ever wear short shorts, spaggatti straps, and no nike shorts, ladies. And guys keep you're pants up, boxers ugly to look at. Oh, and you don't have a lot of assignments from her so don't forget them. We are allowed to read on our phones, iPads, etc. but, don't bet caught on another app or no electronics for you.

  

Blogger Challange #19

Rose

     This is my rose. I made it out of the Japanese art of origami. I used two pieces of six by six paper and expo markers. I folded the paper according to the instructions i found on http://www.origami-instructions.com/easy-origami-rose.html. After that I colored the flower part with a red expo. And with the help of Amber I created the leaves. I eventually colored it green and then took a picture.

Pick your prompt challenge #1

        Poo- Slinger 5000. This amazing vehicle is created to portray the amazing monkey. It's named because of one of their favorite activities poo slinging!!!!!!! This car has the ability to shoot unknown substances at cars who cut you off or if you see a much hated co- worker. 

      This car can even auto pilot so you can ride upon the poo-slinger as it takes you to your destination. No matter where it is the poo-slinger can bring you there. 

       With its dark brown interior you can't feel more at home. Is seats up to eight passengers comfortably. Ironically each seat has its own banana holder. You would think this was a normal car. Well, you are wrong. Instead of wheels there are four legs that give you the feel of riding on a monkey.

        The poo slinger also comes with a life supply of bananas and a complementary banana peeler. Mmmmmm. Yum. I know what your thinking, "But, wouldn't the bananas go bad." No! Your wrong. With new technology can keep your bananas  fresh for up to one year. 

         If for some reason you are near any type of monkeys you will attracte them with your monkey musk. You will be a monkey person in no time.

Blog Challenge#9

                             It's a long road to nowhere!

                                      Don't you ever steal my cookie again!

                       So, does it go here?

            What did you say about my momma?

                                                  Well, I'm gonna run out of food!

                                           You can move a mountain......or a house.

                                         You aren't so tough know, huh, snake.......OW!

               Do you think he saw.....*giggle?

            Ok, I'm ready for my spanking.

                                                      Are we in Vegas?

                                         We are alien abduction survivalist!

                                             Stay strong!

                                                        Besties for the resties!!!

                                                  Bye now, don't come back.

                                            No, it doesn't go there God Debby.

                                 Can I be fake to!?!?

                                                        Want to share?

                                                       Don't forget pinkies up!

                        I don't like it here.

Mad Lib (The Awesome Thug)

         It was the school talent show, and I was next. My palms were sweaty and the butterrflies in my stomach were going crazy. Suzy Wormhuhrih began to exit after she pathetically sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I strutted up on stage and sat on the stool. And I began my beautiful cover of A Thousand Miles by Vannessa Carlton.

         "And I need you

          And I miss you

          And now I wonder....

          If I could fall

          Into the sky

          Do you think time

          Would pass me by

          'Cause you know I'd walk

           A thousand miles

           If I could 

           Just see you

           Tonight."

        When I was done I exited the stage and waited on the front row till they announced the winners. While I waited I went to the refreshment table and got some goldfish, fruit snacks, and a whale shaped brownie. I went to the front row and continued cheering on my classmates, but secretly hoping they would fall on their face.

         They finally called all contestants to the front of the stage. We sat there whispering to our friends and waiting till they called out the top four names. "In fourth place, burping the alphabet, Malcom Whithespoon," the principle announced. He handed him his small, scrawny trophy and went to his spot. 

          "In third place, singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Suzy Wormhuhrih." Who knew she would make it to the top four? Well, I guess that's what you get when you're the class pet and bring the teachers an apple every day. How cliche.

         Finally the top two! "Drum roll please," adding a dramatic pause,"in first place Daisy Sumper." And quickly after, "Oh, ya and second to Merisa." OMG, I won, I Daisy Sumper have won the eighth grade talent show. I trampled racing to get my, oh yes, golden keyboard. 

         They handed me my prize and we all went back to our seats. Except me when I sat down I fell backwards and landed straight on my butt. As I gathered my belongings and righted the chair. I secretly looked around cautiously and sat down. 

          As I listened to the teachers give a crappy speech about how it doesn't matter how you did blah, blah, blah, I turned to hear snickers and giggles behind me. I slowly turned to see Bob and his posy laughing and pointed at....me! 

          I immetiatly acted on response and backed up to give them a piece of my mind. And boy did I chew them out. "Don't you have anything better to do then make fun of me and others. Ya, I didn't think so. And another thing I bet you have never fallen and do something embarrassing. Now, why don't you put your finger down or so help." Just before I could finish Mrs. Barku came teetering down the aisle, "Young Lady you need to sit down and be quiet. And guys why don't you move own and witch with them." 

          I sat down silently and some considerably sketchy guys came to replace the boys before them. Now, I did what any normal person would do I leaned back and tried to make them my friends before they could beat me up or put gum in my hair.

         "Hey, what's up my homie G's."

        As they were in the middle of exchanging there leader, person thing shushed them and began to talk, "Don't call us that!" He barked. 

          "Okay, so we cool then!" 

            "Ya, sure." We exchanged some sort of hand shake and then when the show was over we got up and went outside. From then on I became Thug Nasty Cali. 

Blog Challange #7

   Dear Diary, 

        

      Why does my mom marry so many men? I can't stand it, every week I have a new dad. And every Saturday we end up in a funeral home. Now, it's Billy Walker (I wonder when that's gonna end). I am going to take his life away like he and all my other step-daddy's did. They are going to wish they never met my mother. Or me. 

                                                                                 Love, Bella XOXOXOXO

    This is the diary entry Bill Walker found in his sixteen year old step-daughters, Isabella, room. He didn't mean to find it. He was also quite fond of Bella. But, wait I'm getting a head of the story lets back up. 

     Bella had a mom who tended to marry a lot of men, twenty six to be exact. And all of them ended with the husbands dead. This put a lot of suspicions on the mother, but they could never find any evidence to arrest her. Little did they know it was the troubled sixteen year old daughter who made this mischief.

     It had been three days after Bella's Mom's marraige. Bill began to clean the house. He decided to start with Bella's because one, her room was a mess, two, she had been so good lately he wanted to do something extra nice. So, he stepped into Bella's room and began cleaning.

      Five bags of trash, and a made bed later he came to the desk. He began sorting through the endless stacks of books and papers. As he sorted he bumped into the side of the desk and a book fell off. As he bent down to pick it up he saw writing he picked up and couldn't stop himself. 

     As he read his face grew worrisome. He set it down quickly and finished as he walked out he heard footsteps. He changed his face to a smile and greeted Bella. 

     "Hey, Princess how was school?" he asked with a wide grin.

      "Don't call me that," she said with a snarl," and fine."

     "Well, that's good. So, I was thinking of taking you girls out for dinner. What you in the mood for? Mexican, Chinese, burgers, sushi, maybe even some pizza?"

       "Actually I was going to the movies with Ashely, but thanks."

      She walked down the hall and to the door. Just, as quickly as the smile came it faded. His look from when he read the letter came back in a blink of an eye. He sat on the couch and thought, and thought, and thought. He decided he would stay and get along with her, so she wouldn't continue killing her step dads. 

      He went to sleep and woke up the next morning and made pancakes, bacon, and eggs (Bella's favorite). She woke up and trudged her way down the hallway to eat breakfast. When the aroma hit her nose she did a weird smile/ surprised face. She hopped on a stool and gulped down her breakfast and took a swing of juice and skipped down the hallway like a five year old. 

      Bill felt he did good. For the rest of the morning she went around with a smile on her face. He thought he had a chance of not dying. Well, he thought wrong, this just gave her an idea on how to make this an "accident". He took her to school and she went on with her day.

       When she got home she did the oddest thing, she offered to make dinner. She cleaned her room, washed the dishes, and swept/mopped. Odd enough she began to like Bill, she didn't know why, but she didn't feel like she needed to hold a grudge. Maybe this guy was worthy for her Mom. Bella didn't kill Bill. They lived a happy life, her Mom died at the age of eighty-six, and Bill died at eighty-four. Of natural causes of course. Bella never killed another soul and became a lawyer, got married and had two kids. Her killing spree was over and all was good.

Mortal Instruments

      My favorite thing is the Mortal Instruments book series. It is my beyond favorite book. I've read the series three times and still love it.

       A thousand years ago, the Angel Raziel mixed his blood with the blood of men and created the race of the Nephilim. Human-angel hybrids, they walk among us, unseen but ever-present, our invisible protectors. They call themselves Shadowhunters. The Shadowhunters obey the laws set down in the Gray Book, given to them by the angel: their mandate is to protect our world from the interdimensional parasites they call demons, who travel from world to world, razing and destroying everything in their path. Theirs is also the task of keeping the peace among the warring Downworlders: the human-demon crossbreeds we know as warlocks, vampires, werewolves, and faeries. 

        In their duties they are aided by the mysterious Silent Brothers. Their lips and eyes sewn shut, the Silent Brothers rule over the City of Bones, the necropolis below the streets of Manhattan that holds the dead bodies of slain Shadowhunters. The Silent Brothers keep the archival records of ever Shadowhunter ever born. They also watch over the Mortal Instruments, the three divine objects the Angel Raziel gave to his children. One is a sword. One is a mirror. And the last is a cup. For a thousand years, the Nephilim have protected the Mortal Instruments. But that was before the Uprising, the civil war that almost tore the Shadowhunters’ secret world apart.

       Though Valentine Morgenstern, the Shadowhunter who started the war, is long dead, the wounds it left behind have never healed. Fifteen years have passed since the Uprising. It’s August in New York; the streets blistering with heat. Rumors run rampant through Downworld that Valentine is back, at the head of an army of Forsaken warriors. And the Mortal Cup has gone missing…

        When Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder— much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Then the body disappears into thin air. It’s hard to call the police when the murderers are invisible to everyone else and when there is nothing—not even a smear of blood—to show that a boy has died.Or was he a boy? This is Clary’s first meeting with the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It’s also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four hours Clary is pulled into Jace’s world with a vengeance, when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary people like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know. . . .

         Mortal Instruments is the best book I have ever read. It has ups and downs... sideways. It always had me on my toes and I liked it so much it is one of my favorite things.