Post 17

The most embarrassing moment of my life was when I was about 14 years old. It was during summer at my Jewish sleep-away camp. My age group had just come from the sporting section of our day and it had been particularly hot out. Walking into the dining hall was like a blessing from God himself as the air conditioning immediately cooled us down. Almost the entire camp was inside the hall and into the three assigned sections. While heading towards my section, me and my friends noticed that for lunch was grilled cheese and tomato soup. Literally everybody's favorite meal on campus. And already being incredibly hungry, we ran towards our seating section. I was running faster than my friends which at first didn't occur to me; I was always the slowest runner out of everyone. Before I could look back to see why no one else was running as fast as me, I looked up and saw the food, and then slammed into the glass door! I hadn't realized that the incredibly deceiving glass doors had been closed and that's why my friends hadn't been running as fast as me. I bounced off the heavy glass with a loud thwack in front of the entire camp, kitchen and camp staff included. I was completely mortified.

Post 16

I keep neglecting this blog absentmindedly >< i keep forgetting it's existence. anyways.

PACKER AND FORNEY:

I thought Packer's story was incredibly vivid about a young black woman struggling to identify with her sexuality in college. I understand the hardships and struggles she went through to identify with herself. I know what it's like to be a compulsive liar just so people wouldn't know anything about me; at one point I started believing my own lies. I also believe that she had an unusually hard time accepting herself because of society's idea of homosexuality and her own father.

Forney's first comic about change is really thought provoking. I often wonder if anything I do makes a difference. I use to try to recycle and be more green, but the little amount I did compared to everyone seemed like such a waste and I gave up. I think this comic is basically trying to encourage your beliefs and not giving up. The second comic I think tries to point out that people feel that there is only one moment that they wish they could live or make better when in fact there will be more in the future.

Post 15

Harley sat in her room with a bowl of popcorn as she watched a film absent mindedly. Her little hedgehog - Stormaggedon - pranced around her bed, often cuddling with the stuffed armadillo Harley had gotten it when it was just a baby. Three months. She had pined for Diego for three months. He had seriously screwed with her head. In the past three months, they saw each other weekly, and she had really fallen for him. But, he was a player, and he played Harley good. Heartbroken and depressed, Harley barely ventured out anymore except to go to classes. Next week was Thanksgiving. She was going home to see the family. She could already hear them criticizing her for still being single. She sighed with sadness as her door opened up. Her little Dachshund - Weiner - ran into the room, his stumpy little tail wagging furiously. He looked up at Harley with a confused look and began to whine as he attempted to climb the bed. Harley picked him up and placed him on the bed. Stormaggedon squeaked with disapproval and hid under a pillow while Weiner cuddled with Harley; for once, being calm instead of hyper. She began to cry.

Post 14

Overly stressed:

I have two research papers due by next Thursday - one I'm almost done with but needs some serious revising and editing, and the other I haven't even started with research. Also, I have two math quizzes to do, one tonight, and one by Monday night. If that wasn't enough, I also have two tests next Wednesday - one for my family and relationships class which I hardly ever pay attention to let alone study for, and the other for college algebra and this is the third day in a row I've slept through class. I'm really starting to freak out, and while I should dedicate my weekend to studying, I simply can't. Friday afternoon I have lunch with my great Aunt and the Vice President of the school for God knows how long. Then whenever I get out, I have to study and write my butt off. Then at six I'm going to Hillel for about three hours since theirs an actual service and dinner tonight. THEN, after that, I'm going to the club tonight for fun and dancing. Saturday afternoon, I'm going to tailgates and then the big football game against Miami. Then sometime after, I think I need to be at a fundraising event to raise money so I can join the sorority I want. Then when that's done, I'm going out again for fun and dancing. Sunday is really the only day I will be able to study before the hellish cycle of classes resumes again.

Post 13

"Harry Potter teaches about being strong and doing what's right even when things go horribly wrong; Twilight talks about the importance of having a boyfriend" (Stephen King).

Twilight is a ridiculous cliche about falling in love with someone who is incredibly dangerous. While everyone loves a bad boy, most women don't tend to fall in love with someone who potentially wants to eat them.

While the plot is certainly an interesting one, it gets old very fast. Especially since the story line is the exact same in every book: Bella falls for a guy and is in a relationship/married, some badies come out and try to kill her, Edward saves the day.

The twilight fandom is another negative of the whole Twilight saga. Young impressionable girls fall for the idea that someone dark and mysterious will come and save them. They all want that tragic love story that ends happily ever after. While its perfectly acceptable to love a book series, it is not, however, "normal" to relate it exactly to your life. The things girls say: "Oh Twilight relates so much to my life and every other girls lives!" Oh yeah, I remember that one time I jumped off a cliff so I could see my vampire ex-boyfriend. All the twilight series is about, is about a girl who couldn't decide for three books if she wanted to commit bestiality or necrophilia.

"The idea of Twilight came to me in a dream" (Stephanie Meyers)

"It is not good to often dwell on dreams" (Albus Dumbledore). Dumbledore has spoken Mrs.

Meyers.

Post 12

Abortion:

Pro-life -

Every living person in this world should be given a chance to live a life and make a difference. No one should have to be "deleted" because they were a mistake, or diseased, or for any reason. No one should have the authority or power to decide whether a person should live or not. Every fertilized egg - every human baby - has the right to be born.

"No one knows for sure the future of any child. Everyone is gifted in their own special way. The baby that is growing inside of a mother's body could very well be the next Einstein, or even possibly the next Ted Bundy. The point is, no one will ever know for sure unless you give that baby a chance to live."

Within the womb, a baby can dream. It's heart beats, so full with life waiting to live. It's arms and legs move, ready to take experience the joy of playing, and pain in falling. Why would anyone want to take the gift of life away from something so innocent?

Post 11

Last night after coming home from walking my roommate to her place of employment, my other roommate and I came into our room to find the largest cockroach in existence on our floor. After fully staring at it for a good two minutes, we both screamed very loudly. The monstrosity began to crawl its ugly little legs towards us. We jumped backwards onto the desk and sink, trying to keep away from it. If things weren't bad enough, the little effer could fly too! He took off and flew right into my roommates face. She swatted it away with a firm slap and it fell to the floor. At this point we're both in hysterics. Not a moment later, our incredibly hot resident assistant, Dan, came into the room; causing us to scream louder since he more or less barged into our room. After assessing the situation, he grabbed the broomstick and started to chase the little bugger.

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All I was doing was looking for some food to feed my family with. I have over 200 children and a wife too feed. I was minding my own business, wandering the trash cans on the street when I saw the lights go off in some window. The window itself was slightly open, and I could smell different aromas coming from it. Instinct took over and I flew in through it. While my eyes adjusted, I quickly assessed that the room was free of predators. I quietly snuck around the shadows looking for the food source; I couldn't find anything. I don't know how long I was looking for, but I guess it was long enough because the lights came on, and two huge monsters came in and started to roar! I tried to escape but the window had somehow shut itself. In my defense I tried to scare one monster, but it deflected me. Then another monster, even bigger than before came into the scene. The first two must have been calling for help. He started to chase me with a stick!