Monday, December 15, 2008
Population problems?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
School crises
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Executing retards is OK?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
American dream
American Dream
Many people have a dream. This could be things that they want to accomplish in their lives or tings that they so desperately want that they will do anything to get them. The latter isn’t as extreme as I make it out to be usually, but it can be in some cases. My dream is to own my own restaurant.
My dream is definitely not easy to achieve. I will probably have to go to a fancy culinary academy in the city. I’ll probably go to the C.I.A. (Culinary Institute of America) to get good training. Then I’ll have to find a job as a sous chef or something small to start off. Then ill have to work my way up to head chef in someone’s restaurant. I’ll have to build up my wealth because a restaurant is an expensive thing to build and maintain. I hope that my dream restaurant will be located in Hilton Head, SC because that place is a huge tourist trap with a lot of people that have money. Then I could live on the beach, happily, for the rest of my life.
There will be things that want to come and take my dream away from the though. These things are called temporary desires. It is possible that I will be too lazy to work hard in school to learn everything that I need to learn to know all the recipes and whatnot. Also I am a big procrastinator, so when it comes time to make a menu, I will what to put it off over and over again. I do hope that these things never happen to me.
In conclusion I believe that the American dream is not far from reach, but you cant give in and keep trying until you can do it. If you trust in your own abilty anything is possible.
Friday, October 24, 2008
The apprehension is killing me. As we marched along the cold hard ground I got more and more nervous. I was unsure of what to do, how I would react in a life and death situation. Even the monotone rhythm of the marching almost dulled me into insanity. I could no longer feel the weight of the gun on my shoulder. My gloves had itched me in the morning…I felt it no more. How much longer would this take? How long will I have to deal with this? I felt as if I was losing everything I ever had. I want to go home. I want to go home to my family. My wife and kids. I knew we only had 2 more miles to walk, but it was too much. I didn’t know if I would ever finish the walk. My friend leaned over and said “You don’t look so good man…you going to be alright?” I could not answer his question.
The march was done. The apprehension was bad, but the fight looming right in front of us was much worse. I saw movement in the darkness. As our eyes adjusted to the night, we saw hundreds of enemies behind a long barrier. All we had was a few rocks to hide behind. The general whispered “On my go everyone charge for them, we can’t let them have continue with this, they must be stopped.” I felt like I was gong to die on the spot. The general said “here we…GO!” With a mighty battle cry we exploded out of our hiding and ran straight for the base. There was some good places to shoot from just shy of it. That’s when the bullets flew. I heard screams as my comrades where being shot to pieces around me. Somehow I made it to the shooting area. Some people where already there. I took aim and shot a few guards around the left tower of the outpost. We came under heavy fire so I had to move to another place so I could shoot some more. I made it and killed some more. I was certain that we where doing good but it soon turned bad. As I moved to another place, enemies spilled out of doors in the outpost we had not seen in the dark. Almost all of my comrades where mowed down. I saw my friend on the ground. He was missing his arm. I went to get revenge on the bastards that did that to him, and in my rage I didn’t see it. 5 gunmen shot up my spine and arms. I played dead for about 5 hours. I never walked ever again. Ever.
Now here I am, bedridden, writing about my war experiences. War is too much for this world to take. If war continues, then all hope will be lost. Fight for peace. Please, fight for peace.
pretty awesome right? XD
The apprehension is killing me. As we marched along the cold hard ground I got more and more nervous. I was unsure of what to do, how I would react in a life and death situation. Even the monotone rhythm of the marching almost dulled me into insanity. I could no longer feel the weight of the gun on my shoulder. My gloves had itched me in the morning…I felt it no more. How much longer would this take? How long will I have to deal with this? I felt as if I was losing everything I ever had. I want to go home. I want to go home to my family. My wife and kids. I knew we only had 2 more miles to walk, but it was too much. I didn’t know if I would ever finish the walk. My friend leaned over and said “You don’t look so good man…you going to be alright?” I could not answer his question.
The march was done. The apprehension was bad, but the fight looming right in front of us was much worse. I saw movement in the darkness. As our eyes adjusted to the night, we saw hundreds of enemies behind a long barrier. All we had was a few rocks to hide behind. The general whispered “On my go everyone charge for them, we can’t let them have continue with this, they must be stopped.” I felt like I was gong to die on the spot. The general said “here we…GO!” With a mighty battle cry we exploded out of our hiding and ran straight for the base. There was some good places to shoot from just shy of it. That’s when the bullets flew. I heard screams as my comrades where being shot to pieces around me. Somehow I made it to the shooting area. Some people where already there. I took aim and shot a few guards around the left tower of the outpost. We came under heavy fire so I had to move to another place so I could shoot some more. I made it and killed some more. I was certain that we where doing good but it soon turned bad. As I moved to another place, enemies spilled out of doors in the outpost we had not seen in the dark. Almost all of my comrades where mowed down. I saw my friend on the ground. He was missing his arm. I went to get revenge on the bastards that did that to him, and in my rage I didn’t see it. 5 gunmen shot up my spine and arms. I played dead for about 5 hours. I never walked ever again. Ever.
Now here I am, bedridden, writing about my war experiences. War is too much for this world to take. If war continues, then all hope will be lost. Fight for peace. Please, fight for peace.
pretty awesome right? XD