Happy Birthday

 Happy Birthday to me.

I don't really know why I'm here. But I want to be a screenwriter, and so I'm going to try and write a screenplay based off of Elemental's teaser trailer, a 2023 film coming in June supposedly. It's only 90 seconds and doesn't reveal the plot, but I want to challenge myself.

Here we go!

Missed Yesterday

I missed posting yesterday. But hey, that's okay. Look at all these rhymings.

But yeah. Let me try and use this as a space to write. Listening to Bloons Begin by Tim Haywood.

Life is just starting to ramp up. I've felt it more this semester than ever before. I'm more of an adult, and the biggest thing is that I'm forced to manage my time. Rather than being told what to do, I'm having to keep track of it myself. Go to class, go to meetings, remembering to do this or that... It's a lot, but I'm still hanging on.

I'm nervous because I have to create my first video for a job. I want to impress them, but I'm just worried I won't be able to get it right. On my own channels and blogs, I never have to post it if I'm not satisfied, or I can make it be silly, but I'm supposed to make what they want, and I just... Idk. I hope they're satisfied, and even better, I hope I'm satisfied with the outcome. It's just nerve-wracking because I feel like I'm not the best candidate out there. I think I could be at some point, but not now. I still have a lot to learn, and yet I'm in a position where I feel like I should know everything.

Hmmm... I guess we'll see what happens.

Let me try my hand at a story. And just see where it goes.

Ehhhh. I will at some point. XD

Good writing, Jake.

Hello

 Today, I just did a bunch of work in a study hall, did awesome in Kahoot against some people, and yeah. Chill Saturday. Lots of writing.

Ahhhh!

 I realize I didn't do 5-minute writing. Idk if I will do this every day. I tried posting on my Animal Jam Lake Blog so that feels good enough. :)

5-Minute Writing

I guess I did my 5-minute writing this morning at 1:00 A.M. but yeah. Here is my 5-minute writing. I want to have some sort of topic, but I'm just rambling right now. I am next to my girlfriend, Noe.

I've been just chillinggg. I guess it's okay if this isn't 5 minutes. It's really, really snowy right now. Unfortunately, that means I have to walk in the colddd. Oh well. I hope my apartment is warm when you turn the heat on.

But yeah.

This is honestly good enough. I still want to start AJ blogging again, but Idk if I will. I'm starting a new job, I have Project 5 for coding, I have Michigan Daily video stuff, ICON Stuff (maybe), and I still want to write and pursue my own channel. Not to mention work for other classes.

Huh.

Idk. Haha, Noe is next to me. "That's a girl. Girls have cooties." - Noe 11/17/2022 10:02 P.M. EST in the JRC. "Especially right now. I have extra cooties."

Wow. This blog lol. "Like I have cold cooties, and I have girl cooties." Then I repeated it and she said "Yeah." Now she's showering.

It's cool because every word I type becomes part of this blog's history. Yet, Idk. Idk if I want this to just be a sloppy diary, where I'm writing thoughts line by line. We'll see.

Have a good day. :D Don't think that was 5-minutes, but I'm satisfied.

Another Post

Okay, so it's only been like 15 minutes, but I'm still here. I gotta go to bed soon.

Just went through all of my old blogs. Just wow. Nostalgia trip. I feel like I'm seeing things I was never supposed to see again.

Looking at my blog, it's... Idk. I hate to criticize myself 8 years later, but:

Not a super... Friendly site. It's kind of hard to read. XD I might have to change the font for the whole site, which may change the old posts. Unfortunate.

I love the snow. Gosh, I'm really feeling the nostalgia. I wanted to have snow during the winter only and then take it off. The snow is reminiscent of how everything fell apart. Just like the Animal Jam Lake Blog, my high school blog which... Ultimately changed everything. I cried over that blog.

And if you go to that blog, it is still snowing, just as it was the winter that I quit and switched to YouTube. Man.

That blog has so much on it. It's so vast. And still, it has so many unfinished plans. I wanted to document the entirety of Animal Jam on there.

That screenshot in the photo also throws me back. The Windows XP border, just wow.

I don't understand some of the posts on this blog at all. I don't feel like I wrote some of them. It seems too random, haha.

But let's just lay out, and then I'll go to bed, what do I want on this blog? I feel excited and tingly. UGH. I would have a BLAST going back to my Animal Jam blog and finishing everything. I LOVED THAT THING. I still love it. UGH. It's crazy.

But let's think about this blog. What do I want?

1. I want the blog to be readable and cozy. The font should be nice, and it should just feel friendly.
2. I want it to make me happy. I might just leave the snow up. I love the snow, and I can barely remember how I got it on the blog. Mannn... Widgets. HOLY, I remember Abowman. I wonder if it still exists.

IT DOES WOW.

I can't help but feel like I'm making a massive mistake by starting this. This is a waste of time, in a way. But it's also good for me... So we'll just keep an eye on things. But yeah.

GOSH I REMEMBER EVERY BLOG HAD THEIR OWN LOGO THING and people would put other people's logos on.

I miss it so much.

I also remember I would go to every shop in Jamaa (Animal Jam world) and check on clearances. I did an amazing job. I really like reporting, in a way.

I can't believe I'm 20.

Okay, let's continue. I can't think of anything else I want for the blog, really. I can't help but think about how no one is seeing these. I didn't care 8 years ago, but now... It's not like I'm greedy for views. I don't want a lot of people watching me. But just like, a few comments would be nice. Just... For me to write something and for it to be worth it.

I don't think I could write if I never expected anyone to see it, or if I thought it would never go anywhere. The main reason I'm doing this is because it's saved on the blog. I love how everything is saved. In Google Docs, I think I'm less motivated because it just hides away in some place. I could never do this and not publish these posts.

Huge props to my writing teacher, Mr. Joseph. I want to talk to him, honestly. I don't know if I'll prioritize it enough ever.

Man, will this blog become a diary? Sometimes it might. Maybe it should. I guess I'll just do whatever I want.

But maybe I'll add some pages on the blog, containing my writing or something. Yeah, I'll get my writing from 5th grade on here I think, and maybe my high school writing someday if I'm bold enough. Maybe not.

I want to start an Animal Jam blog again. Honestly. :( It's just not the time though. Like, the problem is, if I sacrifice a little bit in changing the content from Animal Jam blog to Bloons YouTube, suddenly I'm making money and getting views, which is cool. It is. But... Ah, it's tricky.

There's not even a word count on Blogger. You have to upload the images. You can't just copy paste. Like, the blog format has NOT changed at all. I'm surprised and honored that it's still up.

That's another thing. Blogger could end sometime. Like, I don't know how much money it takes to keep it running, but I hope Google or whoever keeps it running.

Alright. That's enough.

I feel like... This maybe only works when no one or very few people are watching. I could start a Bloons blog, and honestly, there would be parts that I'd love, but then... I'm posting for my viewers. With AJ, I posted for my viewers, but it was a lot for me. I loved it. I did it when no one was watching.

Idk. YouTube has changed for me. It did become about views at some point rather than just doing what was most fun. I can't blame myself, the views are awesome. But like... Idk.

I want to write a book, or like a story. I've wanted to since 5th/6th grade, and this is where it all started. I hope to jump back on that journey.

This is crazy, everything I write becomes a part of my blog's history.

From now on, I want to try writing for 5 minutes every day. I really considered making a separate blog for this. We'll see. I think I'll stick with this one.

I was going to go, as it's now 1:13 A.M., on 11/17/2022, but man, just looking at my old posts, they really were for me. I'm writing this right now as if someone's going to read it. Even though it's random, it's coherent and I'm explaining things. I kind of wish I could just... Not explain things and just write whatever I felt. Maybe I'll start doing that.

The reason that thought came to mind was because I was trying to sign off on this post, like, "Have a nice day. :)" and it's... I don't know. I loved doing that on my blog. But here, I just never signed off. When I was done, I was done.

I would say "So ya" a lot, not "So yeah." Wow. I remember that now. And I would put XD. XD

Alright, gotta go to sleep. Hopefully this turns my life around. It hasn't been bad lately, but I've felt kind of lost.

Cheers. Okay, sleep time. :)

7 years later

This is crazy.

Today, I am going to start trying to do 5-minute writing. This was what I had to do for homework in 5th and 6th grade, and I was one of the few kids who actually did it. I loved it, and it kicked started my love for writing and ultimately YouTube.

Recently, I came across my old blog and just had this giant nostalgia fest. Every post I made by in 6th grade, nearly 10 years ago, is still there. The 5th grade writing was actually on a wiki which has since been deleted, but randomly, maybe 8th grade, I had the foresight to save all my writing in Google Docs just in case. And I'm glad I did. I have all of my 5th grade writing which has since been lost to time.

I miss blogging. I really, really miss it. I remember when I would get comments, and just do it daily, and it was just such a cool thing in my life. YouTube has been amazing, but it's never really replaced blogging. I love just writing my thoughts and then talking with people, and creating a space that people can rely on and look forward to each morning.

However, this will be different. I will be posting for myself. Although, maybe I'll share it with a few people. I would love to be in a club where we're all doing this, and we can all comment on eachother's blogs.

I was in my internship class today, and I realized that I haven't really written anything for 10 years. 5-minute writing kickstarted my love for writing, but I almost feel like I wrote more in 5th/6th grade than in high school. Something about it... I don't know. I wrote because it made me happy then, and shared what I wanted to share. I want to re-capture that.

My original Animal Jam blogs are a thing of the past. I can't go back... At least, not now. Maybe once I have more free time, but even then, it's just a trap, as I'll fall in love with everything all over again. Man, I want to do that again so badly.

This feels so natural. I'm typing this at 12:30 A.M. but it already feels nice. I'm writing again. And what's great is that... I'm not worried about how this looks to other people. I mean, I can tell I'm doing it a little bit, I'm not saying so yeah every 5 seconds. Eh, let me say it. So yeah.

I kind of wonder... Should I be posting this on my old blog? Maybe I should.

Okay, this has now been copy-pasted to Moonwriting on the Moon. Mannnnn... I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm thinking about all the people in my class... Audrey, Grace, Ian, Ryan, Leo, Sam, Corey, Iyana, Kevin, Kylee, Brenden... It feels weird bringing up a bunch of people but eh, who's watching?

The biggest thing that motivates me is seeing the posts fill up on blogger. Like, I love clicking the drop-down menu on a year and it shows the months, and there's tons of posts to look through.

This blog feels like the real me. I feel like I'm coming out lol.

To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed about some of the things on this blog, but I don't want to change a thing. Everyone has silly stuff, and I love what I did.

To be honest, I feel like... Really proud of myself. I got up at 6:00 A.M. for multiple months (I believe) back in 5th/6th grade and I would write and work. I did that all myself. I feel prouder of that than my YouTube channel.

So... Idk. I don't want to change anything on this blog, to be honest, but I might just to make it fancier. I'll document how it was in great detail so it never goes away.

Mannnnn... I really miss Animal Jam blogging. I really miss it. :( I might go make a post lol.

Have a great day. :)

fasfhfasfhs

Something on AJ happened today...

I'm not sure I did the right thing...

Idk...

Anyway...

I was in a clan... It was a nice Cosmo den...

Everything for a clan...

Suddenly... One of our clan members traded me for my rare rhino helmet...

I was busy and didn't want to be disturbed.

I clicked accept, unaware of what I did.

I traded my rare rhino helmet for his horn helmet and butterfly wings.

I looked, and suddenly pieced it together.

I calmly asked him to do the trade back. THEN...

HE DEMANDED MY RARE SCARY TOP HAT AND CUPCAKE HAT FOR IT BACK ALONG WITH HIS ORIGINAL ITEMS...

I said no plz it was an accident plz give them back

He didn't.

I kept pleading and a few other jammers tried to help me...

It is probably the first time a yelled at someone on AJ.

He kept saying things like you trade for what you want and trade trade for what i'll want

or something.

(This is the only screenshot i took because taking screenshots was beyond my thoughts then.)

Actually I'm not sure i did the right thing. It was a little rude of him...

But after all, I did accept the trade.

But this was beyond all my thoughts as i raged.

Wow.

I didn't call him anything for the first twenty minutes. I just pleaded.

Then I called him "mean."

Mean.

I don't know if he was mean, or not, I just needed my helmet back.

After ten MORE minutes, I said he could do trade attempts for the items i had.

He would never except for the items he gave me.

I yelled, tried reverse psychology, and everything.

I even tried guilt.

Then after twenty MORE minutes, with everyone else's pressure, he traded it back for the horn helmet.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

But it wasn't done.

He wanted to trade me items for the items i promised he could trade attempts for.

But he wanted to trade cheap items that you could buy in the shop for them.

(He switched animals.)

Then he called me a scammer. And told everyone what I had scammed.

(BTW it was a horn helmet.)

(For some reason he thought it was a rhino helmet, because the look similar. If it was a rhino helmet I would've kept the trade easy.)

He kept calling me a scammer.

 I explained to him (BTW it was a her but i have already referred to her as him several times so i will not change it but she is a girl.) that I said she could make trade attempts for them.

If I had said that she could of traded them of rad items easily I bet that she would've stopped right away.

(He is saying he doesn't have the hat because people in there were still raging for me to get my rhino helmet back.

Our clan deputy was getting more members, so as people joined they kept asking what was going on, and I had to explain.

 I tried to gift him to get it over with, but I couldn't.

It kept saying he was busy and couldn't except.

 I started yelling again. (Sigh.)

 ARGH.

 I explained.

 He started making all these sad faces.

Sigh.

Then he changed into an eagle and kept yelling at me.

I kept asking him I wasn't a scammer, because I have a clean record.

He was confused.

Then someone else trade me for another item, and I got rid of all the evidence of all my rares before something like this happens again.

 He kept saying i didn't except and my end of the deal was that I was supposed to except.

I don't know what I should of done.

Finally, I left.

Then I felt guilty and wanted to gift him.

I tried.

(He was my buddy.)

I decided I should apologize and show him how to get the secret color I was wearing and gift him.

I followed him and came to another persons den.

And there he was, finishing explaining his side of the story to another jammer.

Suddenly-

Then the horse said she would report me.

I said WAIT

(I'm sorry I don't have screenshots I was trying to redeem myself.)

She told me to talk.

I started talking.

I didn't do that trade. That is true, but I didn't lie.

I said she could DO TRADE ATTEMPTS FOR IT.

She accepted my story.

I kept explaining. 

Then...

Princess had never, ever, had said anything mean.

I hadn't said anything mean then.

Then we both left.

And that was that.

I have his username, the horses usernames, and everyone who was involved usernames.

And him in all his outfits.

But I won't release his username unless I'm sure I did the right thing.

Anyway, Idk if he reported me.

But I didn't report him because I was worried whether or not I did the right thing.

So did I do the right thing? Or not?

Plz comment.

BTW I saw this a week ago.

Ok...

 And he's member...

Don't report him, AJHQ might wonder why you would report you if you never saw him.

Anyway, plz comment and tell me if I did it right or wrong.

And look at races before you accept them.

Otherwise you could lose the item.

Or go through this.

Plz comment.

Anyway, SHINE ON!

-q1zx

AHW

I'm actually on a time limit here, my mom wants me in bad and I got five minutes so I'm typing as much as I can so I can tweet and stuff. My science project today was fun, we tested gums in coke to see if they react like mentos do. It was interesting, and very sticky. :) We had a reaction to every one, which was unexpected and good. Overall, I think we got a good grade, but I'm not sure. So ya. If you want to know mor ebaout my life, look t my last post it's soooooo long and comment. I love comments, and I reply to them! I don't get them very often, so when i get one I'm thrilled. :) So ya. Baiiiiiiii!!!! I like saying Hi hai and bye bai, or typing it, because it's just something I do, like typing so ya and stuff. So ya. See ya!

Life

Life is treating my like a bagel. I'm sorry, I'm just not good with these metaphors and similes. I don't get why it's even like a bagel. Maybe it's the hole. I might have a hole in my body eventually. XD So I don't really have a lunch each day... (I buy lunch when I can.) but one of my friends offer me something small, or something, or a birthday treat, that's kind of what I depend on each day to get buy. I'm used to being hungry, but playing soccer at the end of the day what hard because I had barely any energy. Oh well. At least I eat breakfast. It's not like I'm trying to forget my lunch, it's just I have to make it, and I always forget, or when I do remember it's like 30 seconds before the bus comes. And on twitter, I like chatting, like with my friend Leo, or Ethan, or someone who plays animal jam (A good game I play.) So I played a game where you just play games and chat, and so here's what happened. I have pictures, but my cropper isn't working so, I can edit this post and show them tomorrow. Anyway, someone girl said they were twelve, and I said same here. (I shouldn't give out my age.) and then they asked me if I've ever been on a date and asked me out after she said hi and had a little conversation. O.O Luckily, another user, said why would you ask that, and that go that taken care of. I don't know why someone twelve would just ask hat because we're the same age. And I've been playing a Game called Gamestar mechanic way to much. I'm q1zx on that, and Animal Jam, and Poptropica, and everything. Except twitter. (It's impossible to find a four letter twitter username that's available.) So ya. And my grades actually aren't bad, all A's except Math which is a B-. Math was my strong subject up till Sixth Grade. ⅞ math is really tricky, but I get by. In Eng Tech, our group was working on something, until one of the people just said This is taking too long!" and destroyed it and we got a little agitated. I'm also trying to avoid someone, which is not that hard, but it seems that they are everywhere. So ya, my life isn;t as horrible has some people's, but I think I'm thinking really hard when I'm just walking to class, or going to bed. So ya. My life is kind of boring/excited. I wish there was more riddles or mystery to it, that's what I'm actually pretty good at.  But there are not to many mysteries out there. And I've heard most of them. I think. I'm not sure. Anyway, tomorrow I have a science project to do with my group in front of the class, and I'm prepared, but I'm not sure how it's going to turn out. I mean, we've got everything, but it's confusing. We have four 2 liter bottles of Diet Coke. Then we got Mentos, Mentos chewing gum, Trident gum, and some ice cubes gum. Then we are going to test the reaction of the three gums with the diet coke to the mentor reaction. I doubt the trident gum will do anything, but you never know. So ya. I'm just going to keep typing about my life. I've been going to bed later lately, and I'm not sure why. I guess I just lose track of time, I usually go to bed at nine. Now I'm getting up at six thirty or six forty. I used to get up at five thirty. Lol. But it's not making much of a difference. So we also have an end of the year test in math, and we get three days to do it. I know the material, I just haven't practiced. I studies for a half hour, but I see that's not enough. I need an that hour for other things, so it's getting tricky. The test is on everything, so we had to study sixteen units, and if you missed a unit it's hard to some problems. So ya. So this is my life, and I've been thinking about it. A lot. Oh, and we get a party in Science if we have no missing assignments. None. So what's going on is in our class we are missing one or two assignments, but that person, or those people, might want to do it because I don't mine missing the party. (I'll still be disappointed, though.) But if they let down the class everyone will be mad, so I don't know what's going to happen. I guess we'll just have to watch and see. Everything's being wrapped up for the summer. I'm going to miss 6th grade. It was actually fun, and I have a lot of friends in fifth grade. (At our school they pair up grades into classes, like third and fourth and fifth and sixth.) So ya. That's my life. I'm getting sent away to a bunch of summer camps this summer, and I hope I get some time to relax. The next year sounds like a tricky one, and lot sand lots and lots of more homework to do. Ugh. We also have to read a book about King Arthur over the summer and answer some questions. It's written in old english, so it sounds a little confusing. I hope it's interesting, at least. So ya, I don't know what my life will bing next, but I hope it says positive, or mostly positive. So ya. I like saying so ya. It's like a little catchphrase, and it's in most of my writing! And tweets. You can look through them. I think I've said so ya already a lot in this post, though. Oh well. It's getting kind of late, and I still have to fill out a permission slip and write a check. Then I can get them both signed and go on the end of the year field trip. It seems interesting, bowling and roller skating. I wish it was ice skating. I've barely been ice skating, but I can do it without falling at a reasonable speed, and it's enjoyable. I can do any 360s or go really fast though. I never get to do it though. Roller skating seems different. I wonder if it feels like ice skating. It sounds tricky. And it sounds easy. I wonder what it'll be like. I wonder why I'm typing this much. I don't usually type this much or this long. I guess I got absorbed. That's weird. Normally I just want to do this quick so I have time for other things, but I guess I just kept typing. I don't really like writing, I like typing. And I type pretty fast, and I can type medium slow without looking at the keys, but I can type fast with looking at the keys. So ya. I'm going to miss 6th grade. Using computers, the schedule, and I could just go on. So ya. I'm using tech a lot, but I think I'm going to barely use it next year. This year my teacher is really high tech, and I have to say, I enjoy that. WindowXP. The ne computers are good, but these ones are just easier. You don' have to learn anything to use it but how to use the mouse, and start menu, and I think you're good, and that's really easy to learn. I heard the school is going to get rid of them, so I hope they do something good with them. MacBooks are good, but it seems they always lose battery. Oh well, I'll just see what happens. So ya, know I have to go write that permission slip and check so see you. Please comment. Bon voyage! -q1zx :) Shine on!

Gamestar mEchanic

I am getting really addicted to a game called Gamestar Mechnic, and online game where you can share, create, review, comment, rate, and play games. It's awesome. I'm q1zx, and I am pretty good, and on most of the time. So ya. If you play plz follow me. And if you tell me to follow you in a comment, I will. If you don't, I would play. It's really fun, and I enjoy it. And lots of people do to. They also have contests, and special things, and it's free. You can buy stuff, but most of it's free. I haven't bought anything, and I'm pretty good and have gotten one of my games on the game alley first page. XD. It's soooo fun! So please try it if you haven't Baiiiiiiiiiii!!!

Tate

Claim: In the story Seventh Grade by Gary Soto, Victor is trying way too hard to get Teresa, a girl he likes.

Have you ever tried too hard for something? Victor did this on the first day of seventh grade, the main setting of the book Seventh Grade by Gary Soto, where he tried too hard to get Teresa to like him on the first day of school.

It's the first day of school, and Victor is looking around for Teresa, trying to impress her, and thinking about her the whole day. It's the first day of school! It's not like he has one or two days to get her. He's trying to hard! If he does this everyday he's going to get exhausted! It's not going to end well. He's too young for this I think. I mean, he's not going to get her the first day. It's going to take time! I know sometimes everyone might have a crush, no matter what gender, but it's just the first day.

He's desperate. To impress Teresa, he lies that he knows fluent french, and gets himself on the very edge of complete embarrassment. It's not really worth that. He's trying to hard! To get Teresa to like him, he took a HUGE risk of being embarrassed and never getting her for the rest of the year!! He's wants it so bad that he's willing to risk everything and I think he will do any amount of work for her love. Some people are that way. "People will sometimes try too hard."

Victor's thinking about Teresa to much, and sucking up his own time doing it. When his teacher asks him to say a person, he immediately says, "Teresa!" And then everyone knew he liked her. He couldn't think of anyone but him, so he said that. He's always looking for her and thinking about her. Like during recess he looks around until he sees her under a tree. He's kind of desperate. He's just starting the year. I guess some people really want that and they need to have a girlfriend or boyfriend NOW. Not later, NOW. I guess that happens a lot.




None the less, Victor is trying too hard. And he will probably not get Teresa for a while.

Ryan

Claim: In the story Seventh Grade by Gary Soto, Victor is trying way too hard to get Teresa, a girl he likes.

Have you ever tried too hard for something? Victor did this on the first day of seventh grade, the main setting of the book Seventh Grade by Gary Soto, where he tried too hard to get Teresa to like him on the first day of school.

It's the first day of school, and Victor is looking around for Teresa, trying to impress her, and thinking about her the whole day. It's the first day of school! It's not like he has one or two days to get her. He's trying to hard! If he does this everyday he's going to get exhausted! It's not going to end well. He's too young for this I think. I mean, he's not going to get her the first day. It's going to take time!

He's desperate. To impress Teresa, he lies that he knows fluent french, and gets himself on the very edge of complete embarrassment. It's not really worth that. He's trying to hard! To get Teresa to like him, he took a HUGE risk of being embarrassed and never getting her for the rest of the year!! He's wants it so bad that he's willing to risk everything and I think he will do any amount of work for her love. Some people are that way. "People will sometimes try too hard."

Victor's thinking about Teresa to much, and sucking up his own time doing it. When his teacher asks him to say a person, he immediately says, "Teresa!" And then everyone knew he liked her. He couldn't think of anyone but him, so he said that. He's always looking for her and thinking about her. Like during recess he looks around until he sees her under a tree. He's kind of desperate. He's just starting the year. I guess some people really want that and they need to have a girlfriend or boyfriend NOW. Not later, NOW. I guess that happens a lot.


None the less, Victor is trying too hard. And he will probably not get Teresa for a while.

Animal Poem

Jumping like a Hackney,
Meowing like a Siamese,
Barking like a Shepard,
Spotted like a Leopard,
Running like a Squirrel,
Swimming like a Turtle,
Digging like a Fox,
Shaking like a Cattle Ox,
Grazing like a Zebu,
Swinging like a Baboon,
Hopping like a Hare,
Stalking like a Black Bear,
Eaten like a Shrimp,
Hairy like a Chimp,
Swooping like a Crow,
Galloping like a Doe,
Stinging like an Eel,
Pumping like Seal,
Talking like Man,
Swinging like Orangutans,
Spouting like a Whale,
Hiding like Sea Snail,
Quacking like a Duck,
Charging like a Male Buck,
Quiet like a Swan,
Soft like a Fawn,
Honking like a Goose,
Clomping like a Moose,
Floating like a Bat,
Digging like a Meerkat,
Chewing like a Dog,
Honking like a Hog,
Flying like a Cockatoo,
Galloping like like an Ewe,
Eating like a Loon,
Running like a Raccoon,
Buzzing like a Bee,
Flicked out like a Flea,
Hidden like a Gnat,
Running like a Rat,
Vicious like a Dino,
Spikey like a Rhino,
Flying like an Auk,
Diving like a Hawk,
Slimy like a Slug,
Black as a Beetle Bug,
I LOVE ANIMALS YAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!
I SPENT A LONG TIME ON THIS PLZ DON'T GIVE IT NEGATIVE FEEBACK UNLESS YOU WANT TOO XD

Diawy Entry

Dear Diary,

Yesterday seemed like a really good night. Madam baked some delicious gingerbread with nutmeg and cinnamon. I got two huge pieces. They were heaven. Along with that I got some sweet milk, and it was really sweet. It was good to have some extremely good food after a long time, so I tried to savor it. The spices were really thick, and the milk has the sweetest flavor in world. But it was soon gone. I went to bed, without any work to do! It was a peaceful night, but I felt extra tired for some reason. That night, I had a peaceful dream. I was on a Sandy beach with the moon above and a map in front of me, very detailed, and i tried to find Ruth, but then eels with giant amber eyes came out of the road of the map and chased me into the water. I later woke up very late. Ruth was gone... I was confused. Why had a slept so late? Madam would kill me, no doubt. I ran around, looking for Ruth. "Ruth?" Where could she be? I soon asked Becky, and it looked as if she had been crying. She hesitated, and then triedto change the subject. I kept yelling... And it turns out Ruth was sold. Madam that THIS PART OF THE DIARY ENTRY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT MIGHT BEING TO DESCRIPTIVE AND INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUNGER READERS. The gingerbread must of been drugged. I can't believe myself. I'll never forgive myself! I asked Becky a million questions. And it turns out she wen to Nevis. NEVIS!?!? Mama always told us of horrible things there. I think she's gonna die! They'll work her to the ends if the earth! She not gonna make it! But there was nothing I could do. I acted too far... And what happened next. Madam happened. She's such a THIS PART OF THE ENTRY HAS ALSO BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT BEING TO INAPPROPRIATE FOR SOME READERS. Now i'm writing this during the night. So after that she put me to work, but I couldn't concentrate. So I got sent to court and I now have an I branded on my cheek. 'It stands for insolence." Madam says. I think of it as if it stands for Isabel. It's hurts like crazy to get branded. It's like a burning fire of your cheek. It's cruel. So I don't know what Madam will do with me now, she's mad. I don't know if I will ever see Ruth again. But I'm determined. If Madam finds this I'm sold. Or killed. They'll kill me like they did with that guy who tried to murder me like George Washington. Hanged. It sounds cruel being hanged. The pain must be unbearable. That's sounds worse than getting shot with a gun. I wish I was back home, were Mama could protect me with her ghost. I hate being a slave. Slaves are treated as nice as a prisoner and it's not our fault. It's so THIS PART OF THE DIARY ENTRY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT BEING TOO INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUNGER READERS. Some day, I hope I can change this. Anyway, I hope Ruth's ok. She could have the meanest owner ever, or someone like Jenny. I wish Jenny could of had us. It would be a better life than this. I don't know how Ruth's gonna sleep without her doll. She left it here. I wish I could like transport this to her or something. It's depressing. I try not to think about it, but I can't help it. I can't let it bothe rme though. Although throughout the regular day a barely saw Ruth, and I only saw her in bed, it still feels different. The absence. Just knowing she's ok would mend my heart back together. But I have no idea where she is. I'm really mad at Madam, but the dumb thing is there's nothing I can do. I hate being a slave! I don't have any friends. My closest is Curzon, and I don't really see him.It's also a little hard to cooperate with him, because he calls me country. I don't really like that, and we didn't really get off to a good start. I am a little jealous though, because Master Bellingham seems nicer than Madam. Madam demands perfection, and she seems to only care about herself and how she looks. It must be a nice life being her. I wish I would go back home. Mama is probably on the shore, waiting for me to come back. I wish ghost could cross the water. If only Jenny had gotten us. That would be a good life. Getting good food everyday, and working in a way you know your owner cares about you. That would of been a good life. But now I'm here, and Mama's a whole world away.

Literary Essay

Claim: In the story Seventh Grade by Gary Soto, Victor is trying to hard to get Teresa, a girl he likes.

Introduction: Have  you ever tried too hard for something? Victor did this on the first day of seventh grade, the main setting of the book Seventh Grade by Gary Soto, where he tried too hard to get Teresa to like him on the first day of school.

Reason One: It's the first day of school, and Victor is looking around for Teresa, trying to impress her, and thinking about her the whole day. It's the first day of school! It's not like he has one or two days to get her. He's trying to hard! If he does this everyday he's going to get exhausted! It's not going to end well. He's too young for this I think. I mean, he's not going to get her the first day. It's going to take time!

Reason Two: To impress Teresa, he lies that he knows fluent french, and gets himself on the very edge of complete embarrassment. It's not really worth that. He's trying to hard! To get Teresa to like him, he took a HUGE risk of being embarrassed and never getting her for the rest of the year!! He's wants it so bad that he's willing to risk everything and I think he will do any amount of work for her love. Some people are that way.

Reason Three: Victor's thinking about Teresa to much, and sucking up his own time doing it. When his teacher asks him to say a person, he immediately says, "Teresa!" And then everyone knew he liked her. He couldn't think of anyone but him, so he said that. He's always looking for her and thinking about her. Like during recess he looks around until he sees her under a tree. He's kind of desperate. He's just starting the year.

Conclusion: Victor tries too hard for Teresa, and he's probably going to have trouble this year, but have a good year none the less. I think he's going to get her eventually, but with a lot of trouble, and probably going to get her really early or late in the year. So ya.

Criterion Breakdown!

Well, today I was doing a Criterion test, and I wrote too much and didn't get a score. It the red letters it says, this essay is longer than essays that can be accurately scored. Your essay must be within the word limit to receive a score. I wrote about 850 words, so be careful. So I think I write and type too much. I've been told that before. Like when i was supposed to rewrite the declaration of independence in my own words, the teacher said I over wrote. I can't believe it! A lot of people came over and everyone staring at me and my cheeks were flustered. All I remember is I was writing my fifth body paragraph and I had already finished everything else and I remember writing a metaphor and I spelled spaghetti wrong. And then I saw the message and Will and Grace and Cory looked and some people are even writing about this on their blog. I don't know what to say about this, I think it's pretty cool. I hope I got a five or six, but I don't know if I'll ever no my school or anyone will know my score. I'm blushing. My Joesph just gave me a six, and he didn't even look at my report. Heck, I could of just typed random stuff and got this score. So ya, I got a six out of six, and my fall was four and my winter was a three, so I guess I improved. I'm happy about that. :) It's something I can talk about that I actually did good on, I don't really get these thing happening to often. I feel like talking about it, but I'm not for some reason. So ya, this is pretty cool.

Diary Entry

 Entry B

Dear Diary,

Yesterday seemed like a really good night. Madam baked some delicious gingerbread with nutmeg and cinnamon. I got two huge pieces. They were heaven. Along with that I got some sweet milk, and it was really sweet. It was good to have some extremely good food after a long time, so I tried to savor it. The spices were really thick, and the milk has the sweetest flavor in world. But it was soon gone. I went to bed, without any work to do! It was a peaceful night, but I felt extra tired for some reason. That night, I had a peaceful dream. I was on a Sandy beach with the moon above and a map in front of me, very detailed, and i tried to find Ruth, but then eels with giant amber eyes came out of the road of the map and chased me into the water. I later woke up very late. Ruth was gone... I was confused. Why had a slept so late? Madam would kill me, no doubt. I ran around, looking for Ruth. "Ruth?" Where could she be? I soon asked Becky, and it looked as if she had been crying. She hesitated, and then triedto change the subject. I kept yelling... And it turns out Ruth was sold. Madam that THIS PART OF THE DIARY ENTRY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT MIGHT BEING TO DESCRIPTIVE AND INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUNGER READERS. The gingerbread must of been drugged. I can't believe myself. I'll never forgive myself! I asked Becky a million questions. And it turns out she wen to Nevis. NEVIS!?!? Mama always told us of horrible things there. I think she's gonna die! They'll work her to the ends if the earth! She not gonna make it! But there was nothing I could do. I acted too far... And what happened next. Madam happened. She's such a THIS PART OF THE ENTRY HAS ALSO BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT BEING TO INAPPROPRIATE FOR SOME READERS. Now i'm writing this during the night. So after that she put me to work, but I couldn't concentrate. So I got sent to court and I now have an I branded on my cheek. 'It stands for insolence." Madam says. I think of it as if it stands for Isabel. It's hurts like crazy to get branded. It's like a burning fire of your cheek. It's cruel. So I don't know what Madam will do with me now, she's mad. I don't know if I will ever see Ruth again. But I'm determined. If Madam finds this I'm sold. Or killed. They'll kill me like they did with that guy who tried to murder me like George Washington. I wish I was back home, were Mama could protect me with her ghost. I hate being a slave. Slaves are treated as nice as a prisoner and it's not our fault. It's so THIS PART OF THE DIARY ENTRY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT BEING DUE INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUNGER READERS. Some day, I hope I can change this. Anyway, I hope Ruth's ok. She could have the meanest owner ever, or someone like Jenny. I wish Jenny could of had us. It would be a better life than this. I don't know how Ruth's gonna sleep without her doll. She left it here. I wish I could like transport this to her or something. It's depressing. I try not to think about it, but I can't help it. I can't let it bothe rme though. Although throughout the regular day a barely saw Ruth, and I only saw her in bed, it still feels different. The absence. Just knowing she's ok would mend my heart back together. But I have no idea where she is. I'm really mad at Madam, but the dumb thing is there's nothing I can do. I hate being a slave! I don't have any friends. My closest is Curzon, and I don't really see him.

SS Stuff

 Entry B

Dear Diary,

Yesterday seemed like a really good night. Madam baked some delicious gingerbread with nutmeg and cinnamon. I got two huge pieces. They were heaven. Along with that I got some sweet milk, and it was really sweet. It was good to have some extremely good food after a long time, so I tried to savor it. The spices were really thick, and the milk has the sweetest flavor in world. But it was soon gone. I went to bed, without any work to do! It was a peaceful night, but I felt extra tired for some reason. That night, I had a peaceful dream. I was on a Sandy beach with the moon above and a map in front of me, very detailed, and i tried to find Ruth, but then eels with giant amber eyes came out of the road of the map and chased me into the water. I later woke up very late. Ruth was gone... I was confused. Why had a slept so late? Madam would kill me, no doubt. I ran around, looking for Ruth. "Ruth?" Where could she be? I soon asked Becky, and it looked as if she had been crying. She hesitated, and then triedto change the subject. I kept yelling... And it turns out Ruth was sold. Madam that THIS PART OF THE DIARY ENTRY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT MIGHT BEING TO DESCRIPTIVE AND INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUNGER READERS. The gingerbread must of been drugged. I can't believe myself. I'll never forgive myself! I asked Becky a million questions. And it turns out she wen to Nevis. NEVIS!?!? Mama always told us of horrible things there. I think she's gonna die! They'll work her to the ends if the earth! She not gonna make it! But there was nothing I could do. I acted too far... And what happened next. Madam happened. She's such a THIS PART OF THE ENTRY HAS ALSO BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT BEING TO INAPPROPRIATE FOR SOME READERS. Now i'm writing this during the night. So after that she put me to work, but I couldn't concentrate. So I got sent to court and I now have an I branded on my cheek. 'It stands for insolence." Madam says. I think of it as if it stands for Isabel. It's hurts like crazy to get branded. It's like a burning fire of your cheek. It's cruel. So I don't know what Madam will do with me now, she's mad. I don't know if I will ever see Ruth again. But I'm determined. If Madam finds this I'm sold. Or killed. They'll kill me like they did with that guy who tried to murder me like George Washington. I wish I was back home, were Mama could protect me with her ghost. I hate being a slave. Slaves are treated as nice as a prisoner and it's not our fault. It's so THIS PART OF THE DIARY ENTRY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT BEING DUE INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUNGER READERS. Some day, I hope I can change this. Anyway, I hope Ruth's ok. She could have the meanest owner ever, or someone like Jenny. I wish Jenny could of had us. It would be a better life than this. I don't know how Ruth's gonna sleep without her doll. She left it here. I wish I could like transport this to her or something. It's depressing. I try not to think about it, but I can't help it.

Diary Entry

Dear Diary,

Yesterday seemed like a really good night. Madam baked some delicious gingerbread with nutmeg and cinnamon. I got two huge pieces. They were heaven. Along with that I got some sweet milk, and it was really sweet. It was good to have some extremely good food after a long time, so I tried to savor it. The spices were really thick, and the milk has the sweetest flavor in world. But it was soon gone. I went to bed, without any work to do! It was a peaceful night, but I felt extra tired for some reason. That night, I had a peaceful dream. I was on a Sandy beach with the moon above and a map in front of me, very detailed, and i tried to find Ruth, but then eels with giant amber eyes came out of the road of the map and chased me into the water. I later woke up very late. Ruth was gone... I was confused. Why had a slept so late? Madam would kill me, no doubt. I ran around, looking for Ruth. "Ruth?" Where could she be? I soon asked Becky, and it looked as if she had been crying. She hesitated, and then triedto change the subject. I kept yelling... And it turns out Ruth was sold. Madam that THIS PART OF THE DIARY ENTRY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT MIGHT BEING TO DESCRIPTIVE AND INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUNGER READERS. The gingerbread must of been drugged. I can't believe myself. I'll never forgive myself! I asked Becky a million questions. And it turns out she wen to Nevis. NEVIS!?!? Mama always told us of horrible things there. I think she's gonna die! They'll work her to the ends if the earth! She not gonna make it! But there was nothing I could do. I acted too far... And what happened next. Madam happened. She's such a THIS PART OF THE ENTRY HAS ALSO BEEN REMOVED DUE TO IT BEING TO INAPPROPRIATE FOR SOME READERS. Now i'm writing this during the night. So after that she put me to work, but I couldn't concentrate. So I got sent to court and I now have an I branded on my cheek. 'It stands for insolence." Madam says. I think of it as if it stands for Isabel. It's hurts like crazy to get branded. It's like a burning fire of your cheek. It's cruel. So I don't know what Madam will do with me now, she's mad. I don't know if I will ever see Ruth again. But I'm determined.

Story

"And do not touch anything unless advised, we don't want the school sued by the Nuclear Power Plant... again." I feel all eyes staring at me. Ok, just a backup, that was an accident. I didn't mean to press that button. But I get the same talk over and over again about safety and things. Anyway, for sixth grade camp, we are going to camp in cabins over the weekend. We are going to get there Friday, and visit the Nuclear Power Plant Saturday. They have it eery year, and it's always in the same place since third grade. Its going to be horrible, because my best friend, Merd, can't go. And neither can my parents because when they saw I was leaving they are leaving for the Bahamas for the weekend. SO I'm basically stuck in the middle of a bunch of random strangers for a weekend. Yay! Not. So we were having our annual safety talk before we left. Everyone had there stuff and duffel bags, and let me just say, I have never seen so many pink pillows in my life. It's really weird. At this school everyone's really in there own little world. They really don't talk. Except me. I could go on all day about this... "And that's the end. Before we go to the buses, any questions?" No. No, as always. So we head to the buses all walking, silent. I wish we could spice up school a little sometimes. As we are heading, waiting for about thirty percent of us to go to the bathroom, we go on. I wish I had wheels on my bag, it would be easier... Oop! I forgot my sleeping bag. I run up to Mr. Bees. He's a kind of wide teacher who smells like bread and as a small dots of had around his face, and he always wears ties. He's kind of a dumb teacher though, and we sleep during that class. He doesn't really even notice even though. "Mr. Bees, I forgot my sleeping bag. Don't let the bus leave." "Ok." He just grunts and keeps waddling on. I run away. Five minutes later I'm back into the parking lot. But it's empty...

Top five post

My top five posts.
1. 10 cool facts

It was so much fun writing this post... Thinking of a already made facts I knew that were cool. My favorite fact is Gullible is a palindrome. He he.

 2.Cactus

That was fun writing about my first pet. His name is Charlie. I really love and enjoy him. I love a cactus... he he. But he's my pet, and I enjoy having one.

3. D N D N S N...

That was writing a few sentences in letters and numbers, inspired by the book C D B! It is very unknown, and old, but it is a book on sentences using only letter and numbers, like, L X & R N I R N D C-T. Alexander and I am in the city. I love that post.

4. Eyes that don't begin...

That post was a LONG one and I wrote about hwo girls can be evil. It''s really good. It also has hidden code about a hypothesis I had back then. It gives the same message as many posts throughout March, April, and the beginning of May. Feel free to look for them! It's really cool!
5.  Tie between I edited my story, and Winter Dream day three.

One is about a German Shepard life, and the other is about global warming in the south pole with two arctic wolfs. They are both really interesting. Please check them out, they are huge writing!!!

My Literary Essay

Claim: In the story Seventh Grade by Gary Soto, Victor is trying to hard to get Teresa, a girl he likes.

Introduction: Have  you ever tried too hard for something? Victor did this on the first day of seventh grade, the main setting of the book Seventh Grade by Gary Soto, where he tried too hard to get Teresa to like him on the first day of school.

Reason One: It's the first day of school, and Victor is looking around for Teresa, trying to impress her, and thinking about her the whole day. It's the first day of school! It's not like he has one or two days to get her. He's trying to hard! If he does this everyday he's going to get exhausted! It's not going to end well.

Reason Two: To impress Teresa, he lies that he knows fluent french, and gets himself on the very edge of complete embarrassment. It's not really worth that. He's trying to hard! To get Teresa to like him, he took a HUGE risk of being embarrassed and never getting her for the rest of the year!! He's wants it so bad that he's willing to risk everything and I think he will do any amount of work for her love.

Reason Three: Victor's thinking about Teresa to much, and sucking up his own time doing it. When his teacher asks him to say a person, he immediately says, "Teresa!" And then everyone knew he liked her. He couldn't think of anyone but him, so he said that. He's always looking for her and thinking about her. Like during recess he looks around until he sees her under a tree.

Conclusion: Victor tries too hard for Teresa, and he's probably going to have trouble this year, but have a good year none the less. I think he's going to get her eventually, but with a lot of trouble. So ya.

10 cool facts

Here are some amazing facts, ten of them!

1. People are born as babies.
2. If you drink ten gallons of poison, you might die.
3. You are on this blog.
4. It is proven driving your car into the ocean and sinking is not recommended.
5. People who buy shoes USUALLY have feet.
6. Gullible is a palindrome.
7. It is easier to cross the street with your eyes open than shut.
8. It is possible to jump of a cliff with no parachute. But only once.
9. How to get rich: Steal a baby and return it for a reward. Repeat 3-5 times a day.
10. If you walk to school you will have walked to school.

Things

So ya today is Monday. I didn't post this weekend. I hope that since today is Memorial Day, it counts as the weekend since the weekend is extended. If it doesn't count, I guess that's not too bad since that will only be like the second time I've missed five minute writing. Anyway, I'm just typing. I heard that the average kid plays electronics each day for six hours. Six hours! I am only limited to playing my ipad mini thirty minutes a day. I think having an average life would be really fun for me. I mean, like, I have write my own checks even. Make lunches and so on. So ya. So now I don't know what to write about. I like having a good topic, sometimes I spend up to fifteen minutes thinking about it. I shouldn't do that, but I don't really like writing about my day. So ya. I mean, eventually I'll just stop if I take to long and write like, I don't know what to write about I'm just thinking and thinking... And so on. I like to put hidden code, and stuff in my posts. All the hidden code is about one thing. He he good luck finding that out. Oh well. So I'll keep typing. So... Did you know you swallow an AVERAGE of fourteen bugs in your sleep a year? It is unbelievable. Well, actually, it's pretty believable. But disgusting. They're probably really small, like not visible to the naked eye. I sounds weird. If they are things like ants and flies, I hope I don't wake up with one in my mouth. Then I would probably try to coughit out, and swallow it, and I don't want to swallow a live fly. A dead one wouldn't be as bad, because your not hurting anything. I don't want to hurt a fly. It's not his fault he was born that way, thinks that way, and is that way. He was just born that way, and he probably just ended up Ina mouth. Oh well. So I'll keep typing. I think you probably noticed, but did you notice how hot the sun is? I think practically everyone knows, but its REALLY far away, and we can still get a sunburn. We are lucky we are not too close or far from the sun.  So ya.

My artwork

So drawing is getting a little more serious for me... I'm starting to draw more than usual! It's interesting, I used to draw about once every other day... But now it's going to like almost every hour or so! So ya. I'm starting to draw new things, and get creative and stuff. All from drawing with a pencil. I really... Well. I don't hate it, but I prefer not to color any work I do. I just draw with a pencil... I'm actually pretty good at coloring, it's just not that fun for me. Sometimes I can draw a rainbow or a picture with a marker(s). I don't know why. My art is usually just recycled or lost or something, I mean, I know I should like and respect my art, but I always know I can make a new one. Sometime I can make some of my best work, and I keep that, but I try not to treat it like a wallet or anything like that. I probably should treat it a little better, like have a folder or something. I don't know. So ya. I don't know why I started drawing a lot all of a sudden, I think it's because of my Tuesday choice hour. I have watercolor basics, and my teacher said to start drawing a fairy. Then we would watercolor it. So I started drawing with half cyborg fairy that was really ugly and really skinny. It was fun, but it wasn't the fairy I wanted to color. So I took it home and have been doodling on it and making it really detailed and drawing in the hallways and stuff. I think I got a little carried away.

AJ

ood Morning Jammers! I slept in a little today, so good thing I took pics yesterday!

It's a waterfall sprinkler. Cooling off with this new item will be fun! I love how it moves! You could literally just sit there and watch it in the shop all day!

Last day for the golden wattle! I'm not sure it loads, though. That's all it did on mine.

Ohh, ahh!

 Clearence item in Appondale Conservation center!

I forogt to take a picture of it, but it's the panda hat like the one on the pic above that has red eyes and teeth.

Where do you think this is?

 Loading Earth... It's actually pretty accurate! Every content is in the right place!

 This is kind of disappointing...

 Notice that came up!

Also, is the Forgotten Desert going to be....remembered?

Looks like it could fit. But the big question is... will the adventure go away if this new world comes?

Just thought that's an interesting idea to ponder. 

Lastly, new comic.

Evan the Snow Leopard

http://evanthesnowleopard.blogspot.com

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I'm sorry but the Evan the Snow Leopard will be posted by nine.