26 Ways to Fail

Sorry if you haven't caught the error yet but q comes before f. My apologies. Today is G. So let's do good grades. In Spanish we did a reflection about our video project. So here is my reflection with the commentary. I hope you see the funny part of it. (comments in **)

Reflection

For one week in Spanish class, I got to be a director. I cast my friends in "DJ AVAA Studio's production of Subject Pronouns. I had Dany, Amanda, Allie, Vanessa, and Alison in my group. The week was filled with deadlines and lack of sleep. *Sorry* Well, at least the last day. We worked hard on our video and worked together well.

What I personally did was I was the technical producer and editor. I recorded all of the voice clips, supplied the camera and spent 7 hours *wow I know how you feel* on a computer fixing bunk files and putting the video all together. We couldn't all meet together at each others houses due to scheduling conflicts but we managed to record all of the voice clips in the hallway. On Thursday night, I had play practice until 6pm. I spent an hour on food (dinner0 and other homework then immediately started working on the video. I sacrificed sleep for this. From 7-11 I worked on editing the sound files to correct any errors and to choose the best takes. From 11-1am I slept and then form approximately 1:14 am I started working on the pictures and charts in the video. I fine tuned the music and timing at around 4 am and was finally finished by 4:45. bur of course my then I couldn't sleep and I had to get ready for school. so I hope that it was all worth it considering I am crashing right now in 6th period. *It was great!!!*

The reason why I taught why I taught why I taught is because I like Spanish and I think people should know about Spanish. There is also the fact that this was an assignment that was worth a lot of points on my grade and that i had to teach my peers. this video was different because it was the easiest to do with the schedules we all had. Also catchy graphics seem to attract young students to pay attention. The loud music also kept me awake when I was dosing off. *:)*

I learned more about subject pronouns and I memorized them better. I learned easier ways to teach them and i learned how to pull and all nighter for an assignment and to juggle play rehearsal and a normal school life. *Great life skill* I learned that I crash in 6th period with 2 hours of sleep. I learned I truly love the Spanish language.

I would just like to say that this was an amazing experience and I learned so much about subject pronouns. This may be the insomnia talking but this assignment was awesome. we had so much fun recording and even with all of the stress, I managed to pull it off. My only regret is that the video might not have been creative enough. If only we had had another week then it might have been better. *It was creative and you did great!! Thanks for working so hard!*

And I got 30/30 points. Sarcasm Sr. Seevink does not know how to detect. So enjoy I guess...

Jasmine Crespo

Something Different!

Hello! This is Aurora! So, since our blog is slowly being taken over by poetry, it seems (which I think is awesome, by the way; don't get me wrong), I thought it would be nice to do something different! So today I'm going to post some really good quotes from Wuthering Heights. Enjoy!

"The intense horror of a nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed-

'Let me in-let me in!'

'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself.

'Catherine Linton' it replied shiveringly (why did I think Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty times for Linton). 'I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor!'" pg 22

"'You have killed me-and thriven on it, I think.' .... -Catherine

'Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! It is not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I should writhe in the torments of hell!'"-Heathcliff pg 150

"I love my murderer, but yours? How can I?" -Heathcliff pg 152

"I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!" pg 158

"'Mr. Heathcliff, you're a cruel man, but you're not a fiend; and you won't for mere malice destroy, irrevocably, all my happiness...I've given over crying: but I'm going to kneel here, at your knee; and I'll not get up, and I'll not take my eyes from your face, til you look back at me! No, don't turn away! do look! You'll see nothing to provoke you. I don't hate you. I'm not angry that you struck me. Have you ever loved anybody in your whole life, uncle? never? Ah! you must look once-I'm so wretched-you can't help being sorry and pitying me.'

'Keep your eft fingers off; and move, or I'll kick you!' cried Heathcliff, brutally repulsing her. 'I'd rather be hugged by a snake. How the devil can you dream of fawning on me? I detest you!'" pg 258

"Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery! You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you-nobody will cry for you when you die! I wouldn't be you!"-Catherine, pg 270

"It's a poor conclusion, is it not?... I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be able of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready, and in my power, I find the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished!...I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing." -Heathcliff, pg 303

Well, I hope that you enjoyed having a flashback of these amazing quotes! Wuthering Heights is almost over!

-Aurora

Lucky 13

I don't have much to say, but I will say this...

Doom!

Peter Rosen

I Just Want to be Loved.

My torn heart is devestated by what my ears hear.
Its pain shudders throughout my body, even my fingers ache.
Unable to breathe, I sit in the middle of the empty road, gasping for air, but most of all for hope.
I just want to be loved.
Not even the winds can help me be free. Nor can the sun carry my last remaining light.
My never ending tears dampens my soul, weakening my bones, enabling me to stand back up.
It's a fear of being abused by the angered once again.
I just want to be loved.
It's a craving for appreciation and kindness.
Making me want to sink my teeth into those words.
Wishing to be able to taste the definitions and feel it travel through my veins, into the blood pumping into my shattered heart. I want to feel it.
I just want to be loved.
There is no love for my broken heart. Once the disappointment entered me, I commited myself to the monsters, signing a contract, forever placing me in a position at the bottom.
I don't feel safe nor do I feel true happiness.
I'm left with suffering or a fake reality. I'm running on a broken engine.
While the world seems to bloom with color, I'm slowly fading away.
Until I'm only an abandoned shadow.
I just want to be loved.
I'm not selfish, nor am I stupid. I realize the love around me that's become my enviroment.
But it's not the love that I need, it's not the love that I've worked for.
It's free labor that I've regreted.
Desperately needing that love that every person needs.
I don't need love from strangers and I definitely don't want it either.
Thank you though, for loving the colors of my mask.
But as of now, my true light is seeping through the wooden appearance.
The love around me, isn't the love I want. I don't want your love.
I'd trade it for a love that I truly need.
The love that has never been given to me.
The love from those who share my blood.
I just want to be loved...

You Have a Problem

Sorry this is so late but I have been very busy with the Penguin Police. Just to let you know on what happened, this is the latest

Really! I mean Really! Can't they know dad, can't they. Well since, the Penguin Police won't let me say anything involving this matter, I shall talk about something else.

When I said before I saw a 50 foot man running wild, well my eyesight is bad, and it really was a 50 foot guinea pig. Well sorry about that worthless piece of information, but that is all I really have not concerning what happened.

I will try to inform you on what is happening.

So long for now.

Aninimous

26 Ways to Fail

Greetings and hello my wonderful friends! Today is the amazing letter Q! First off, I must say that this blog is awesome, and Peter I love your sister's quote. I'm very sorry Aninimous that I put you under fiend but I have a wider audience. I am also not sure on my position on SSS, I'm going back to being neutral so Patrick, I return my taser, laptop, tracking device (ow on that one), and stash of Oreos. You are welcome Otdom. To everything else.... I thought everyone thought I was the crazy one, turns out I'm normal with all of you guys. (Yes I know you still have the argument that I'm crazy Peter but I did not make anything up you just need to remember.) Wow I'm getting off topic. On to Q!

qwerty is the name of your keyboard.

Do not quit anything.

Quick, Quint.... 5!

QUACK!

Sorry, I am having a hard time with q's ... what did I do last time? Questions! So here is the link. Speaking of questions, have you guys seen the... well if you find it awesome, if you know about it then you know what I mean by questions.

Well sorry it is late.

If you think of anything random or that starts with a q, comment please.

Jasmine Crespo

Lucky 13

Ah yes. It is Wednesday again. It's time for another rant.

I'll say this much. I am very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very worried.

Okay, it's not that bad, but I was having fun.

First, the war on toast has been quiet. Too quiet. Most likely something is wrong. Very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very wrong. Horribly wrong. Terribly wrong. I think Patrick Suanda is up to no good (unless you don't like toast, in which case he's your greatest ally). And Aninimous is wasting his time chasing after thirty foot tall, um, people. And he's got his family involved in a single incidence of dancing like a penguin.

Anyway, I am now not too busy to continue.

It seems as if I am some sort of bizarre guide to this blog that is rapidly becoming a confusing web of, for lack of a better word, stuff. (Why am I becoming a guide? I don't know. I really don't. It just seems like I'm giving updates of the blog's status, and explaining confusing stuff.) As Jasmine so kindly observed, my posts are getting weirder and weirder. Look around Jasmine. The entire blog is getting weirder and weirder. For example, on your last post, there was only one giant paragraph.

Eat your freakin' cheese and live!
(How's that for weird, Jasmine?)

Peter Rosen

P.S. I didn't come up with the previous quote. My sister did.

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

In a beautiful meadow, flowers bloom and radiate like a burning red, sea. The flowers shimmer and show their pride together.

Occasionally, a yellow flower is born. It seems as if that yellow flower is doomed to grow in solitude. The red flowers bear their thorns and stab into the yellow flower’s fragile beauty and self-respect. The yellow flower then shrinks into its own little space, letting the other flowers absorb the rain from the sky while it desperately embraces the soft, neutral soil. The soil, which cannot provide the consolation that the flowers can provide, simply sits, in solitude, not appreciated. The lonely flower cries. It withers a little. The leaves grow holes. The flower seems to have lost its beauty. It cannot wait to just turn into a dandelion and disappear into the wind, hoping that one day, its seeds can bring joy to someone.

If only there were not multiple, separate meadows; if only there was only a single meadow, where everyone is gathered together. Then, maybe, just maybe, that yellow flower could have a better chance of finding a friend. In meadows, there is no human gardener to nurture the flowers. The flowers stand alone, if they stand at all.

The yellow flower was lost. No one cared. Instead, the other flowers seemed to only constantly look through some filter: a filter that prevented togetherness, a filter that created hurt. The flowers couldn’t see the tears because they didn’t want to. They didn’t want to see what could bring their pride down. Pride, confidence, their figure in the meadow was all that mattered to these flowers. The yellow flower, however, longed to be freed of solitude, to grow tall and be able to reach the sun. Instead the flower shriveled back into the ground where it came from, where it belonged. Out of the sun and into the shadows, all that remains is a sad sigh.

To think that some people find it a crime to trample the red flowers, to “accidentally” step on them.

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

Light is a cradle. It consoles the spirit, embracing all with its presence. It represents life.

In my house, the only lights that shine are within my room and at the altar of my deceased mother. No one is around to hear my repetitive complaints about life. No one breathes emotion. No one is alive here; even I have succumbed to the draping shadow of sadness. An everlasting blanket of an end without a beginning.

At six thirty at night, on this February evening, my bell is the only one that rings and echoes throughout the dark, lonely hallways. Not one smile flashes in this somber house. It's... comforting. Fear has no place in this house, nor humiliation, anger, or hate. It's empty. Never taking a step forward, but never stepping on an unexpected booby trap.

Ice slowly begins to melt once again, leaving merely the memories of Christmas and happy times. We only wish for change, but change does not wish for us. Change runs away from us, and we, the creatures with capable legs, must give chase.

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome to You Have a Problem

First off, this is a note to Jasmine.

Why did you put me under fiends. How am I a fiend, if anything I am a friend. I feel betrayed, but then again you are on the SSS. Also fire does not always hurt. If you swing your finger through it, you don't feel anything.

Well now onto the main topic.

As you read on Tuesday members of the Anti-SSS have been dancing strangely and I finally got the Penguin Police (my family) involved to find out what happened. Well they came (that starts another bad story but I won't go into that.) and said the the members had been

This is the Penguin Police deleting all of this information, because it is very classified and cannot be distributed to unauthorized people. We do this for your safety.

Have a great day.

26 Ways to Fail

Sorry for the delay of my post today it is just that I'm getting ready for a big thing I have on Wednesday and some of that involved me trying on Wedding dresses. (No I am not getting married for those of you snickering at this point. (Taylor)) It is just a nightmare but it is going to be worth it. Yes, I know I'm being vague but honestly I don't have a lot of time to post this... So what is today? F? Okay I'm going with F. So as tradition now goes here is the link to the former F post. It is pretty entertaining. I'm thinking I should do something maybe with Food, but considering we're learning it in Spanish.... Oh, great I just remembered I had makeup work to do in that class. Oh well, this is a good reminder and I'm not backspacing do to time. Fish? Mrs. Fish is an awesome teacher. Feelings? People have feelings, realize this and watch what you say and comfort them and realize they want to be with you. (yes that seems weird but I'm literally typing this as fast as I can so forgive me if there are any errors or random rants.) Fiends? Patrick Suanda or Aninimous. Possibly >:D or The Jellyfish Ambassador. Peter, I think your posts are getting weirder and weirder, good thing you already have your certificate for random posts. Otdom, I now love your column so good job. Again thanks to the Anonymous poet on the blog because you made our ratings go up. People from random parts of the world are reading our stuff. Also go to figment.com or something like that if you want to write stories (sorry Ms. L but I don't remember the URL.) Fishing? Not really a fan. Fan? It's not hot yet, every other day it's spring and every other day it's winter. February? It's almost over. Family? Love them to death. Death may mean I want to kill them or the extent of my love. (Death only applies when annoying) Friends? (See Family) Flugelhorn? Pretty nice instrument. F natural? Something some people have a hard time with. (Also known as e sharp) F Sharp? Something people have an even harder time with. (Also known as g flat) Fire? Pretty, shiny and hurts. (Only if you touch it) French?.... I will not say anymore do to the fact I might die if I say anything that might be taken wrong. French fries? Delicious, just don't translate literally into Spanish. (Then it would be frying French people or fried French people.)

Jasmine Crespo

Lucky 13

Beware of Big Bertha...
Sorry, I usually don't edit my posts after the original, but today...uh...a few days ago was pretty bad, so I'll just add in some fun stuff. No Name is having an argument with...um, well, No Name. It's very confusing. By the way, if you notice this change, post a comment on the post. No Name arguing with No Name...my head hurts.
Peter Rosen

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

The wind calls to me, but I was told not to listen. It cries, it grieves, it is in pain. My ears are sealed shut, but my eyes betray me. I have decided to leave it behind, my child, my creation, my masterpiece. In the past, it has gone with me around the world, we laughed and cherished, we had fun. Now, as hard as it is for me to say this, I must leave. I must go on and see the world outside. Rain pours down on me as I turn away and walk slowly, regretfully turning back and seeing the sorrow. Each drop represents hurt, because now, that wind which I so loved has grown claws. I am being wounded, as I make my so called triumphant march towards the new world. I am torn. I am broken. I am shattered and confused. I try to pick up the pieces and rebuild the puzzle that once formed me, but I can't. The puzzle no longer forms me. The pieces have changed shape, and I don't know what to do. It crumbles around me. I can't go on. It is winning. It is laughing. It knows me. How can I turn away now? How can I leave behind all that I have and go on with nothing? Because it is not just a part of me, it is me. I have nothing else. Everything is so far, so far... Because everything is nothing. Nothing is everything to me. Anything can pass me in my mindless wander, but anything will never be everything.

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome to you have a problem.

If you are reading this, I know it is not much but I will explain all of the strange happenings later when I have more time.

Stay tuned.

Hello and welcome back to You Have a Problem.

Sorry, but I have been finishing up some things.

First off, I have found out that Patrick Suanda has taken over Cuba, for what I am still not sure.

Secondly, something strange I have seen two days ago, was a 50 foot man running around town. I lost track of him and have not seen any more of him since.

Thirdly and most importantly, I apparently have really good dance moves, because this morning, A lot of the employees started to do some penguin dance moves. Well, they just started dancing without warning, and after a while I tried to stop them, but they just kept dancing. After a few hours of this, the people stopped dancing and passed out. When they woke up, they had no recollection of what had happened. I am still trying to figure out what had happened, and will get back to you when I know more information.

That is all

Aninimous

SEX. DRUGS. and MURDER.

SEX. A new form of science, except without the brilliance. It's an experiment with a permanent conclusion.
DRUGS. A new form of entertainment. Lets disperse along with the sounds of help, and come around when the shadows disappear.
MURDER. A new form of the living dead. When troubles awaken, lose control and drive into the red lights.

It's corrupting you. Killing the inner child inside of you. Soon Innocence will lose its meaning, just as Love did. They're both slaves to the wicked and wild.
Soon we'll all be walking around in awaken comas.
Soon we'll be back to black and white, for the colors will hide away.
All the beauty will change into the demented images we turn away from.
We're a cause and an effect.
We found it, we discovered it, and we created it.
SEX. DRUGS. and MURDER.
Our own creation killing us in a slow process.
We decided to take advantage of our power and created Hell instead of Heaven.
Our new generation is falling, and we're all dying.
Our hearts are being tortured, forced to beat to an uneven drum.
Our thoughts consist of green.
Jealousy and Greed.
SEX. DRUGS. and MURDER.
We're losing ourselves against our own selves.
Us humans. We kill and ruin the invisible balance.

Selfish wants are becoming merciless, just to satisfy the needs.

Assasins of the youth are being created, destroying the generations.
The Living Dead are increasing, making the Existing convert to their dead religion.
We're the ultimate killers.

Bird in a Cage.

I believed the empty words, and I felt the consequence.
My heart was slowly being ripped apart.
The sound ringing in my ears.
Everything I was, was torn apart.
Every ounce of my strength was holding on to your words.
But you let go. You let it slip through your fingers.
You words sounded so sincere.
So pure and true.
But they were stained with ink.
I never knew how painful something could be.
Until you tossed me into the winds.
I never knew how many tears could fall.
Until there was no one holding them in.
I never knew how far Cruel could go.
Until you gave me no mercy.
The aching pain never leaves, and your haunting voice stays near me.
I erased everything around me, and focused on you.
I poured my life in a cup and gave it to you, not knowing that you would take it to your advantage and break it.
You took my love and used fear to replace it.
You kept me away from those who loved me.
You let me suffer in agony.
You always locked the door and shut the lights.
I was naive and I trusted you.
Even after running away, you find me.
You left me, but you won't let me go.
I want to be free. But with you as my shadow.
I'll forever be a bird in a cage.

26 Ways to Fail

Sorry today is supposed to be E but I feel sick like I'm about to die. Today was national hurt Jasmine day so too bad if you missed it. Sorry again but my head is about to explode. Too many symptoms. E is for Evil. when I feel better I'll elaborate. (It has to do with the blog)

Jasmine Crespo

Later Updated:

Hello and welcome to 26 Ways to Fail! Sorry about Thursday but I think that there is something going around the school and it is very bad. National hurt/hit Jasmine Day was as normal (though technically it should be February 19th). Evil is apparently a key subject on thing blog now. With all of the conspiratorial of toast, who wouldn't see evil? And a new person is also addressing these evils, whoever is writing all this new poetry, good job. Well sorry, pressed for time.

Jasmine Crespo

Used.

Walking in the night. Embracing the cold. The headlights following your shadows. Your flesh completely explosed. Barely covering the needed.
Placing your hand on your face. You feel no skin nor warmth.
There's an ache inside of you. Your body reacting to the thoughts of the nights cruel intentions.
The moon being your own personal spotlight. Where they can watch and study your actions.
Another night for the monsters.
A mere bargaining chip for reality's pleasure.
Whispers of content and laughers of amusement.
Finally you're stopped. A hand reaching from behind you.
Closing your eyes, realizing it's time. Knowing to stay limp until it's over.
As silent as the dead, you let one tear slip from your eyes.
Selling your body to the night.

The Moment.

Silent as the Gods, escape the prison you live in. Let your senses of right and wrong untie from your body.
This is your moment.
Let yourself forget the screams and shrieks of hatred.
Drink it down. Drink it down. Feel the toxins spread through your veins. The chills start running up your spine, numbing your sense. Your own anesthetic.
Take in the bitter sweet addiction. Your sight blurs and the sounds draw on and on.
It's your illegal gateway to temporary happiness. Forget the permanent consequences, and hold our your hand.
Chug it down. Chug it down. Let your system welcome it. Ignore the whispers of disappointment, and hear the shouts of encouragement.
Be a magician and make yourself disappear. Forget who you are, and lose control.
Double the dousage.
Let it engulf you in a world of numbness. Forget who you are and what you say.
Forget yourself in the night, slur your words and drink it down.
There's a different beat shouting in your mind. Let your body move to the sounds. Flashing neon lights dance in your head. It's a whole different world for the strangers to feel known.
Wipe the fake smiles from your face. Step out of the cage and let yourself be free.
This is your moment. This very night. While the naive sleep. Get out of control.
Rip the dead skin away from yourself. Remove yourself from the body and the eyes.
This is your moment.
Disappear from the words, and come alive in a world full of strangers.
Not even the night will judge.

Lucky 13

I like this blog. It's exciting!

To begin today I will talk about all the new and exciting things that are going on in the blog. First, there is a mysterious person who doesn't bother putting a name on comments, who seems to have a mean streak. Trust me. I know first hand. No Name is not nice.

The next new and exciting thing is Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf, which is being written by Otdom Polson. He's only two posts in and he has me very interested in what he has to say.

And, of course, there's more poetry. Unsigned poetry. Which is always exciting. Incomplete sentences (just sayin'). Anyway, the unsigned poetry is surprisingly depressing. Really depressing (more incomplete sentences; hooray!). If only we could find out who wrote it. Hmmmm... Is there anyone who had a knack for depressing poetry that posted on the blog before? I wonder...


Besides the new and exciting there is pseudo-new and exciting. Both >:D and the Jellyfish Ambassador had a long period of absence. However both are back...with a vengeance. >:D's goal is clear. Complete and utter world domination. What is his plan? Who knows. Does he have any allies? Who knows?

As for the Jellyfish Ambassador, here is a direct quote. "I will crush you all."

And so, I am here to tell you that this blog is comfortably in the middle of rising action, with a whole host of minor and major characters, toast and anti-toast organizations, and world domination schemes. You never know what's coming next.

DO NOT IGNORE MY VEINS!

Um, sorry about that. I'm not sure what came over me. I will have a word with Isaac about excessively quoting Invader Zim. Please ignore the paragraph/quote/sentence thingy above.

Peter Rosen

P.S. The battle for world domination is just beginning. It is a distant storm that approaches rapidly, and when it arrives, everything that hasn't sought shelter will feel its wrath.