Thursday, 29 January 2015

Mash Ups.

So many songs sound really good, and I love them. But, when you take a bunch of songs from the whole year, and mash them all up together, they sound really Amazing!
I love just going on Youtube and searching for a mash up, and just listening, and listening.
Listen to these mash ups, they are all really awesome.

Pop Danthology 2010
DJ Earworm 2010
Pop Danthology 2011
DJ Earworm 2011
Pop Danthology 2012
DJ Earworm 2012
Pop Dantology 2013
DJ Earworm 2013
Pop Dantology 2014
DJ Earworm 2014

These are only two people who did these. There are a lot of others, but these are my favorites.

I love these mash ups. They are really wonderful. You will too. Maybe not all of them, or all of the songs in them, but you will definitely love the mash ups themselves. The people that do these are truly gifted. I know I would never be able to do what they did with these songs.

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Chewing Gum??

This is a letter sent to my friend Moira G. after she gave me Onion and Garlic Flavored Chewing Gum. This is a work of fiction. None of the events in this letter actually happened, it is just for fun.

Dear Moira,

Thank you a whole lot for giving me that onion and garlic flavored gum yesterday! I just wanted to let you know that I absolutely LOVED it! It was very kind of you to give me something that you bought from the homeless man that lives in the dumpster! It was probably very hard and expensive to get. I would very much like to let you know, that I soon will be returning the favor! Maybe next time you find something like that, you should keep it for yourself, so that you can see just how wonderful it is! Why, I am very surprised that you did not tell me what flavor it was! For if you had, I would have taken the whole thing from you! That is a very lovely flavor! Because you have been so nice to me, I will be very nice in return, and I will go find a bird poop flavored lollipop for you to have! I swear, you will DEVOUR it! Actually, you will love it even more, because I will buy you four bird poop flavored lollipops for you! In fact, if you eat all of them at the same time, you will love it much, much more! I promise you that this is true. I hope you have a good sleep tonight!

From,

 Julie.


Check out Moira's blog at http://robbinsarizona.blogspot.ca

Monday, 26 January 2015

Piano

Piano music is one of the most beautiful things in the world. When I listen to it, I feel like I am in another world. Nothing can bother me, and I just want to feel like that forever. It is amazing. Once the dreadful moment when the song finishes comes, all I want to do is press play again and just listen, and listen, and listen, and listen, and listen, and listen...


Friday, 23 January 2015

Muskoka Woods

I imagine that Muskoka Woods will, obviously, be in a wooded area. I suspect that there will not be comfy beds like there are at home, and I also can guess that there will be not a whole lot of storage space, or living space for that matter. This will mean that I need to pack very lightly, which for me is still having to sit on top of my suitcase to zip it up. I really hope that we do not have to wake up at 6:00 am everyday, although if we do, there is nothing I can do about it. I can probably say for sure that there will not even be 2 star cuisine. I think the food will be something like as if I made it, which is not the best. Whenever I have to make my own dinner, I usually re-heat leftovers, cook frozen pizza, or open something in a can and make that. It's not what you want for Sunday dinner. Trust me. I do not think it would be as awesome as if I could be at home on the couch watching Netflix, but I do think I will enjoy it.

Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Silver Carp


Watch the first 30 seconds of this video.
These fish are awesome! I do realize that all of the things in this video they say are against these fish, like them messing up the food chain, and them being dangerous, but they do do quite a few pretty cool things. Like, jumping out of the water, laying a MILLION eggs a year, and growing at alarming rates. And, apparently, they are "ZOMBIE-LIKE-CREATURES". If you put them in a box, full of ice, for several days, then throw them in the water, they will swim around like nothing happened. They are harmful, but you have to admit, they are pretty cool. 

Sunday, 18 January 2015

A picture tells a thousand words, #5- Isabella



Dear my love Isabella, 

The people were mad at me. They tried to put me in jail. They could not do it. They made me confess what I had done to all of the city. I told them where, when, and how much money had been stolen. The people all got together, and decided to give me the death sentence. This is a very poor country. The way we give people the death sentence, is by taking two cows, tying their tails to the person's hands, and making the cows run across the middle of a lake. The person will either die from drowning, or they will have their hands ripped off, or they will simply die from starvation. This was the sentence I was given. I will die tomorrow, most definitely. I would simply like to tell you, I love you. 

Your dearest, 

             Ricardo. 

A picture tells a thousand words, #4- The escalator's journal


The escalator goes up. Up, up, up. Never down. The other, goes down. Down, down, down. Never up. This is the journal of the up escalator.

Entry 1: I look at my brother, and I watch him as he goes down. Down, down, down. Never up. Always down. He looks so sad. He is never happy. I want to help him, but we will never see eye-to-eye, for I go up. Up, up, up. Never down, always up.

Entry 2: I tried to talk to him today. It didn't work, He went down, and I went up. We saw each other less than a minute later, and he didn't remember my question. You see, not too long ago, we found out that he has short term memory loss. He can't remember too much, so it's really hard to communicate with him.

Entry 3: Today, he was crying. Not just a little tear, rolling down his cheek, but a genuine sob. He sounded like he was going to die. Today, two years ago, mom died. Just after we were born. He always gets like this. First, it was for a whole month, then it stopped for a while. Then, it was every Tuesday. Then, every 15th of the month, and then it stopped. Then the day came again. It started, again. And this cycle restarts every 15th of January. I tried talking to him, but he never listens to me. if he does, he forgets it 10 seconds later-or at least pretends to.

Entry 4: I'm getting worried. He will not stop crying. He does not talk about it anymore, normally he does. I don't think this is about Mom. I'm scared.

Entry 5: I think I know why he is acting like this. Today, I overheard one of the workers talking. They are going to replace us with elevators. They will save space, and that way they can put more merchandise out, sell more, and make more money. This might be my last entry.

Entry 6: One of the worker-men came in today. He measured us, and did other things to us. He kept touching me. I don't like to be touched. I grunted to let him know how I felt, and he looked st me everywhere, and told the manager we had to go. Today.

End of Journal

Thursday, 15 January 2015

A picture tells a thousand words, #3- Arm wrestling


   My name is Lance. His name is Russel.
   He was my best friend. We had known each other since before we were born- our mothers were friends too, they went to collect water everyday together. We grew up together. We would practice hunting with our fathers together, while our sisters would get the water with our mothers together. Our families were the same, in so many ways. My mother was the same age as his mother, and the same went for our fathers, sisters, and ourselves. We were always doing things with each other. We played games, went on hunting trips, and lied in the fields together.
   Once we got older, we started going to school. There were only boys, no girls. Girls weren't allowed to go to school. Every few hours of doing work, we would get a small break. We had to stay in the classroom though, and there wasn't much to do there. Two of the boys went to the single wooden table in the middle of the room, and started to arm wrestle. One more boy saw them, and started cheering for his friend. Then, very quickly, the rest of us came over and started to cheer. Once one of them won, two more people would sit down, and do arm wrestle.
   After a few days, no one was doing it anymore. They started exploring the rest of the room for things to occupy them. Once in a while, two boys would sit down and play a game, but no one would arm wrestle anymore. This kept going on for 3 years, and then she came.
   She was part of a program that was trying to see if girls should be allowed to come to school. A lot of the boys were mean to her. They spit at her, pushed and kicked her, and wouldn't talk to her ever, unless they were swearing.
   But not Russel. I wasn't so comfortable, but he was. He forced me to become friends with her, so I did. It was really awkward at first, but then it became a real friendship. After a while, I even started to like her.
   But she didn't like me. She like me as a friend, a best friend even, but she liked Russel. I would see her wink at him during class, and during break they just would sit in a corner of the room and talk. I was mad at him, very mad. I stopped doing everything with him- walking home, hunting, studying, playing games, and even lying in the fields.
   He didn't seem to care. He had her. After she had been there for 1 year, more girls came. But he didn't seem to notice. All he cared about was her. They started walking home together, studying, and playing games. I even saw them lying in the fields together. They also taught each other things that only girls or boys should know. Like hunting, collecting water, and picking berries. At first she had only known how to fish, and catch rabbits, but soon it escalated to cows, pigs, and chickens. I was outraged.
   In all the years we had been at that school, the two of us had never arm wrestled once. Finally, one day, I challenged him. The winner would stay as they were, but the loser would lose the one thing they loved most. For me, it was my family. For Russel, it was the girl. He took the challenge.

   They got married 10 years later.

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

A picture tells a thousand words- #2: Mama bird finds food

A young baby bird named Pico was very, very hungry. 
"Mama!" Pico called, "I want food!"
Mama bird sighed.
"Pico!" She called to him, "What do you want?"
Pico thought for a minute.
"Mama!" he exclaimed, "I want cake! The baker has cake! Go get the cake from the baker in town!"

Mama bird flew into town. She flew to her left, she flew to her right. She could not find the baker.
She saw a group of seagulls in the park. She flew to them.
"Hello seagulls!" She said as she smiled. "Would you happen to know where the baker is?"
The seagulls looked at her, confused.
"The baker!" They yelled, "The baker! The baker!" and they all flew away. 
Some help they were... Mama bird thought as she started to slowly walk away. 
Then, one of the seagulls came back.
"Follow us!" He said loudly, "We'll show you where the baker is!"
Mama bird followed the seagulls. 
The baker was a fat man. He had frosting on his cheeks, which meant that he probably ate one of his cakes. 
Maybe he eats all of the cakes he makes. Mama bird said laughing. 
She flew over to him. 
"Mr. Baker! Mr. Baker! I need a cake for my Pico!" She said as she smiled.
The baker looked at Mama bird, and all of the seagulls. 
"AAH!" He yelled, "Get out! Get out! Shoo! Shoo!"
He lunged for a nearby broom, and started whacking the birds with it. 
"Go away! Shoo!" He cried "And don't come back!"

Mama bird flew back home.
"Mama! Mama!" Pico giggled, "Did you bring the cake?"
Mama bird sighed, "No Pico, I couldn't get any."
"That's okay!" Pico smiled at his Mama, "We can have honey!"
Mama bird was confused, "Where can I get honey?"
Pico laughed at Mama, "The bear has honey! Go get honey from the bear in the cave!"

Mama bird flew to the cave. She flew high, she flew low, she could not find the bear. 
She saw a little moth. 
"Hello moth!" She said as she smiled, "Would you happen to know where the bear is?"
"The bear!" She shook. "I can show you where the bear is."
"Good!" Mama bird was relieved, this was going to be so much easier than last time. 
The moth flew into the cave. Darker, and darker it got. Mama bird was scared, but she didn't say anything, she was doing this for Pico. 
Mama bird heard a loud sniffing. 
"Who's there?" A loud voice huffed.
"I-I-It's me! Mama bird!" Mama bird trembled, "I've come to get honey for my son, Pico!"
"What!" The bear was outraged, "Nobody takes my honey!" Then he made a loud growling noise, scaring Mama bird. 
"Alright then!" Mama bird said, holding back tears of fright and worry, "I won't bother you anymore!"

Mama bird flew back home.
"Mama! Mama!" Pico giggled, "Did you bring the honey?"
Mama bird sighed, "No Pico, I couldn't get any."
"That's okay!" Pico smiled at his Mama, "We can have seeds!"
Mama bird was worried, "I don't want to go confronting a large animal that will try to eat me, Pico! Do you understand? Can we just have regular worms tonight?"
Pico smiled at Mama, "The seeds are very close Mama!"
Mama bird was getting annoyed, "How close Pico? Are they with the cat? The snake? The owl?"
Pico laughed at mama, "No Mama, look down!"
"What?" Mama asked.
"Down Mama!" Pico chuckled, "Down, on the ground!" 
Mama looked down, and sure enough, there was a pile of seeds on the grass. 

Friday, 9 January 2015

A picture Tells a thousand words- #1: The man with the gun


    "Class, I would like to introduce you all to Delaney."
   That was almost 2 years ago. I was 9 years old. We had just moved to a new city, it was my first day at a new school.   The neighborhood was not the greatest, to say the least. They almost never let us outside. The only reason they did was because it was required that each child be outside for at least 5 minutes a day, weather permitting. This was completely new to me. At my old school, we had outdoor recess every day, even if the temperature was below 0. We even went outside when it rained. To us, rain was the best thing in the world. Nothing could keep us inside those doors once a drop of water fell from the sky. Here, rain was frowned upon. Everyone hated it. At the slightest mention of rain, or snow, everyone tried to change the subject.    But not him. He loved the rain. He would go outside, and just twirl around in it. Some of us would laugh at him, whereas some of us look away in disgust.

  I thought it was amazing.

   That is, until we saw the man with the gun outside the schoolyard. There he was, dirty, and disgusting. We all started banging on the window, shouting at our teacher. He saw us, smiled, and continued twirling. We were crying, shouting, and banging so loud, the whole school heard us. Some of the students from the other classes joined us, and finally everyone in the building was joining us, banging on the windows, crying, and shouting.

   Then he saw us, finally realizing what was happening. 

   Slowly, he turned around. The man with the gun had come closer, and was now face to face with our teacher. 

   What all of us were seeing did not feel real at all. It felt like a dream. Our teacher, on the playground, in the rain, face to face with the man with a gun.

   The man was old, gray beard, wrinkled skin, even a cane. His face was quite a sight: One of his eyes was squinched; the other was dark green, and threatening. His mouth was crooked sideways, always in a frown. His gray hair was hidden under a grimy brown hat, and his face was covered in dirt. He wore an old overcoat, like the one my grandpa used to keep in his attic. His shoes were old boots that went up to his calf, which was hidden by dark burgundy pants, which I could not see much of, because his overcoat was covering most of it. 

   The man put the gun up to our teacher’s head. He mumbled a few words to him, and waited. Our teacher said something back, but obviously the man was shocked by it, because he threw him on the ground.

   “Say that again!” He shouted. “And louder this time, so EVERYONE can hear you!”

   “Just do it quickly!” He said “Just get it over with, so no one has to suffer.”

   Then he looked me in the eyes, and said 2 words, Thank you.

   I fled. Away from the window, away from the classroom, away from everyone and everything. The whole school was quiet, and then we heard shots.

One. Two. Three.

My mother drove me home that afternoon; it was raining all the way there.

Monday, 5 January 2015

Bae and Me Stories #2-Fight me, don't kiss me.

This will be the 2nd story that my friend and I have written together. I hope you all like it! :)

So, I was working out in the weight room in my basement, and my personal trainer came in and started yelling at me because he thought I couldn't keep going, so I got really mad, and fired him. He was a bit angry at first, but I just walked away saying "haters gonna hate!" And he sneaked up on me and screamed in my face, so I simply shouted back at him to "Just shut up!", and then he was yelling at me that I should "fight!" him, and I just wanted to end it all, so I slowly walked over to him, rested my hand on his shoulder, and kissed him. He was shocked, but after a moment, he started crying. I was just done with everything that was happenning, so I left. I crawled into my bed, and had a very strange dream. I dreamt that there were two men, who made a plan to steal a golf-cart. They succeeded, and as they were driving away with it, a robot glanced over at them, and did what no other robot can do, it fell in love.