There have been countless monuments dedicated to great people. If I could dedicate a monument to someone that person would be J.K. Rowling. She, as you probably know, wrote the Harry Potter series.
The monument would be a huge stone statue of Harry Potter flying on a broom with Voldemort and two deatheaters chasing him. The statue would be made of granite or marble.
I'd probably want the statue to be put somewhere cool like in front of the National Library. If I couldn't put it there I'd just keep it in my room. Or I might put it inside the Newark Library. All of those loacations work for me.
People would (I hope) like to look at the statue. J.K. Rowling would have to see it too. What would be the point if she didn't know there was a monument honoring her. Hopefully, she'd feel flattered and happy.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Shish the Fish
When I was younger I would have given up my life for my goldfish, Shish the Fish. He was orange and yellow. Shish was the laziest, sorriest fish I'd ever seen. For some reason I loved him anyway. I can't imagine why. He did NOTHING.
When he died I wallowed in my sorrow for a week. All over a ridiculously lazy fish. I now would never feel bad over Shish. I would never sacrifice my life for a fish now. That would be stupid.
When he passed away, I went through a whole funeral procession. It included my parents, my toys, and I marching around the backyard. We ended at the toilet where we flushed Shish down.
Yeah... I was pretty stupid. I really do realize that goldfish die quickly.
When he died I wallowed in my sorrow for a week. All over a ridiculously lazy fish. I now would never feel bad over Shish. I would never sacrifice my life for a fish now. That would be stupid.
When he passed away, I went through a whole funeral procession. It included my parents, my toys, and I marching around the backyard. We ended at the toilet where we flushed Shish down.
Yeah... I was pretty stupid. I really do realize that goldfish die quickly.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
On the Merry-Go-Round
Round and round you go,
On the merry-go-round.
The animals dance,
Which one do you choose?
The fierce tiger,
The hopping bunny,
The scary dinosaur?
The horse, perhaps,
With its flowing mane?
Join the animals in their dance,
A twirling, spinning prance.
Round and round,
On the merry-go-round,
And spin all through the day.
On the merry-go-round.
The animals dance,
Which one do you choose?
The fierce tiger,
The hopping bunny,
The scary dinosaur?
The horse, perhaps,
With its flowing mane?
Join the animals in their dance,
A twirling, spinning prance.
Round and round,
On the merry-go-round,
And spin all through the day.
Monday, March 28, 2011
The Door!
I stood frozen to the spot, staring the Door. It had in inviting yellow sign that said, "Caution~This door must be kept closed." The Door taunted me with the way it was forbidden. It called to me. I knew I had no choice but to open it.
It isn't that I didn't try to keep myself from opening the Door. I had walked away twice, but I kept coming back. The Door must have had something special behing it, or so I thought.
Then, my overactive imagination began to think about all the possibilities. Maybe it had a secret circus behind it. Or, it might have a treasure chest hidden behind it. Who really knew? So, that's why I had to open it.
Unfortunately, when I opened the door I found the frozen head of T. J. Runner. Needless to say, I got fired from my job when they found out I melted their bosses head.
It isn't that I didn't try to keep myself from opening the Door. I had walked away twice, but I kept coming back. The Door must have had something special behing it, or so I thought.
Then, my overactive imagination began to think about all the possibilities. Maybe it had a secret circus behind it. Or, it might have a treasure chest hidden behind it. Who really knew? So, that's why I had to open it.
Unfortunately, when I opened the door I found the frozen head of T. J. Runner. Needless to say, I got fired from my job when they found out I melted their bosses head.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Long Animation Ideas
I actually have two different ideas for a long animation. I believe they are both decent. One of my ideas is to do a recreation of the sinking of the Titanic. I think the idea might be a little morbid, though. It would go from the docks when the ship left to when the people got rescued. I'm not completely sure if this is something I really want to do, but I decided to put it up anyway.
My second idea is to do a Little Red Riding Hood spoof, where it goes basically the same as the original story until the end. In the end of it Little Red Riding Hood could beat up the Big Bad Wolf and throw him down a well.
I'm not sure whether I like any of these, so I'm still thinking of some more. I might not end up wanting to use either of my ideas.
My second idea is to do a Little Red Riding Hood spoof, where it goes basically the same as the original story until the end. In the end of it Little Red Riding Hood could beat up the Big Bad Wolf and throw him down a well.
I'm not sure whether I like any of these, so I'm still thinking of some more. I might not end up wanting to use either of my ideas.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Lucid Dreaming
Loving the movie Inception was inevitable. So, it's no suprise the movie influenced my dream. My dream went mostly like this.
My dreamself was playing Gutiar Hero in the middle of some random living room, somewhere. She was dancing arouund the room singing when she was pushed over by three older people who wanted to play. My dreamself fumed. Then, she realized that the whole thing was a dream. Dreamself just had to make the three older people disapear. She made the whole dream in her image.
My real self wants to lucid dream again, but it's difficult. Real self is still trying though. She isn't giving up.
My dreamself was playing Gutiar Hero in the middle of some random living room, somewhere. She was dancing arouund the room singing when she was pushed over by three older people who wanted to play. My dreamself fumed. Then, she realized that the whole thing was a dream. Dreamself just had to make the three older people disapear. She made the whole dream in her image.
My real self wants to lucid dream again, but it's difficult. Real self is still trying though. She isn't giving up.
Monday, March 21, 2011
A True Curveball
Sally's life had always been on a fairly straight forward. She had a mom, a dad, and a little brother. She got straight A's, did her chores, and played piano. Sally never really thought about how repetitive her life was. She was content.
Then came the day when the family was riding in the car. A drunk driver's car slid into the next lane and knocked into their car. Sally screamed loudly. Her little brother cried out. The cars tumbled off the road, and layed there.
Sally gasped in fright. Her parents weren't moving. She realized she and her little brother were on their own. They had just recieved the worst screwball of their lives.
Then came the day when the family was riding in the car. A drunk driver's car slid into the next lane and knocked into their car. Sally screamed loudly. Her little brother cried out. The cars tumbled off the road, and layed there.
Sally gasped in fright. Her parents weren't moving. She realized she and her little brother were on their own. They had just recieved the worst screwball of their lives.
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