um HELLO!!! hey guys- i know that my blog isn't super-de duper interesting, but IF by some chance you visit, please leave a comment! what's the point of me posting if no one acknowledges my existence??? pretty please with a cherry on top!
thank you!
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gabby <333
Friday, November 30, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
shining star
FORTE:Since forte is your best skill, and I've always been ok at soccer, I chose this phot. NOT because I think I'm awesomely skilled, but because this is what I'm best at.
...continued
VEHEMENT:
I chose this for vehement because I think of fire as forceful and at the same time almost passionate, and that perfectly describes the word vehement. Fire is dangerous, but at the same time strangely beautiful.
photo vocab
ALLEGED:
I chose this for the word alleged because I think this word is best used to describe a courtroom. The person accusing someone of doing something is the prosecuting lawyer, and the party alleged to have done something is the defendant. Of course, at this point, the prosecutor just THINKS the defendant did something- they have no proof.
Monday, November 26, 2007
small is now called tall..... and large is now called venti
it isn't easy being the smallest merchant in my village. but it's how I was made, and so I have to deal with it.
the air is hot and dry as we trek across the dusty desert plains, bringing our goods to a nearby town. Since I'm closer to the ground, the dirt kicks up and into my lungs. Everyone else sits high on a tall camel, while I, in my disgrace, am stuck on a dog. Shakira, to be exact. I hate this. I am no longer allowed to carry goods; I have been reduced to nothing but a thorn in our caravan's side. I fell off ONCE.
the wind was blowing hard, and my pack was heavy, ok? it could have happened to anyone...
under 4 feet. oh what a sad life i lead!
the dust over the hill picks up; please god not another sand storm! my lungs can only take so much abuse. I squint, trying to make out what's happening ahead. If only these stupid people weren't so damn tall! Something shiny flys past me and buries itself into the ground at my dog's feet. I bend over and inspect it. It looks like...
...a snowflake?
three more fly past me, and I quickly realize what they are- ninja stars! The thieves rush in, whooping and shooting their guns above their heads. and these aren't just any thieves. These are Mufasa's bunch. I consider running for it. Shakira's legs are short, though. Kind of like mine.
a horse hits us from behind. I am knocked from Shakira's back. The man steps off his horse and towards Shakira. It's Mufasa himself!
Mufasa spits on my beautiful dog, and laughs. It's a despicable sound. He draws a ninja star from his belt and moves closer to Shakira.
all the anger and frustation building within me all day comes out in this moment. I rush him, taking out his legs. Mufasa crumples, falling onto his face. I scramble up, preparing for the worst. But Mufasa doesn't move. oh the fortunes have smiled upon me! The horrible man has impaled himself on his own ninja star!
i look around and survey the damage. the caravan has completely split up, and pandemonium surrounds me.
only i keep my head.
only I spur my dog faster than ever before
and only i return and tell the story of the shortest merchant and his amazing dog.
and that's as good as any tall person could do, in my opinion.
the air is hot and dry as we trek across the dusty desert plains, bringing our goods to a nearby town. Since I'm closer to the ground, the dirt kicks up and into my lungs. Everyone else sits high on a tall camel, while I, in my disgrace, am stuck on a dog. Shakira, to be exact. I hate this. I am no longer allowed to carry goods; I have been reduced to nothing but a thorn in our caravan's side. I fell off ONCE.
the wind was blowing hard, and my pack was heavy, ok? it could have happened to anyone...
under 4 feet. oh what a sad life i lead!
the dust over the hill picks up; please god not another sand storm! my lungs can only take so much abuse. I squint, trying to make out what's happening ahead. If only these stupid people weren't so damn tall! Something shiny flys past me and buries itself into the ground at my dog's feet. I bend over and inspect it. It looks like...
...a snowflake?
three more fly past me, and I quickly realize what they are- ninja stars! The thieves rush in, whooping and shooting their guns above their heads. and these aren't just any thieves. These are Mufasa's bunch. I consider running for it. Shakira's legs are short, though. Kind of like mine.
a horse hits us from behind. I am knocked from Shakira's back. The man steps off his horse and towards Shakira. It's Mufasa himself!
Mufasa spits on my beautiful dog, and laughs. It's a despicable sound. He draws a ninja star from his belt and moves closer to Shakira.
all the anger and frustation building within me all day comes out in this moment. I rush him, taking out his legs. Mufasa crumples, falling onto his face. I scramble up, preparing for the worst. But Mufasa doesn't move. oh the fortunes have smiled upon me! The horrible man has impaled himself on his own ninja star!
i look around and survey the damage. the caravan has completely split up, and pandemonium surrounds me.
only i keep my head.
only I spur my dog faster than ever before
and only i return and tell the story of the shortest merchant and his amazing dog.
and that's as good as any tall person could do, in my opinion.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
pull the plug?
this is in response to the E:Prompt-
One day, you wake up in hospital. In the nearby bed lies a world famous violinist who is connected to you with various tubes and machines.To your horror, you discover that you have been kidnapped by the Music Appreciation Society. Aware of the maestro’s impending death, they hooked you up to the violinist.If you stay in the hospital bed, connected to the violinist, he will be totally cured in nine months. You are unlikely to suffer harm. No one else can save him. Do you have an obligation to stay connected?
well, I don't think I would be able to live knowing I'd caused the death of someone, so I would have to stay hooked up. It doesnt matter who the person is, if I was killing someone, a person period, I wouldnt do it. I don't think it would be very hard, since you could watch t.v. and read and things like that, and as long as people visited me, I'd be fine. :) i wouldn't have a problem with getting paid, but it wouldn't be required because, well, could YOU live with the fact that you basically robbed someone of their life just because you didnt like hospital food, or were bored with video games, or just plain didnt care? because then we would have bigger problems.
peace out :p
GaBbY*
One day, you wake up in hospital. In the nearby bed lies a world famous violinist who is connected to you with various tubes and machines.To your horror, you discover that you have been kidnapped by the Music Appreciation Society. Aware of the maestro’s impending death, they hooked you up to the violinist.If you stay in the hospital bed, connected to the violinist, he will be totally cured in nine months. You are unlikely to suffer harm. No one else can save him. Do you have an obligation to stay connected?
well, I don't think I would be able to live knowing I'd caused the death of someone, so I would have to stay hooked up. It doesnt matter who the person is, if I was killing someone, a person period, I wouldnt do it. I don't think it would be very hard, since you could watch t.v. and read and things like that, and as long as people visited me, I'd be fine. :) i wouldn't have a problem with getting paid, but it wouldn't be required because, well, could YOU live with the fact that you basically robbed someone of their life just because you didnt like hospital food, or were bored with video games, or just plain didnt care? because then we would have bigger problems.
peace out :p
GaBbY*
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