The Not so Peaceful Morning

I was having my daily jog around Central Park when i saw a lonely, young boy. I know I knew him from somewhere , but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then, I remembered it was Holden Caulfield. I gingerly approached him for Holden was a strange boy. I surmised that he had gotten terribly drunk last night, for he had huge red bulgy eyes, and stunk of liquor. His condition was abhorrent to me, but I still said hi. I didn't think we were going to strike up a long conversation, but he wouldn't stop talking and talking. After what seemed an interminable 15 minutes, I told him I had a meeting to get to. But, he wouldn't stop talking about how he had gotten shot in the guts, he was really getting under my skin. Then he started asking me about my sex life, at that point I had enough and walking away. Then I heard him say "walk away flit." Yes, I should have kept on walking, but I was infuriated so I turned around and punched in the face. I saw him on the ground, he appeared to be knocked out. I was quite pleased I had extricated myself from the situation, but felt bad since Holden and I where roommates at Elkton.

Holden's disposition is despicable his brusque questioning is suppose to intimidate you, but I can see right through it. I think Holden is like this because of his turbulent childhood. Holden lets say simulates the perfect rat, in my mind he should go to a psychiatrist, to check himself out. If you ever meet Holden it is imperative that you avoid him at all costs, it shall save you a headache and a good chunk of your day. Holden is the type of kid that impels you to whack him across the face, in my opinion Holden is quite reclusive, and should be embarked to an institute of some sort and have him fixed up.

Well, after I whacked him in the face I was lackadaisical about finishing my job, so I just decided to go back home. As you could probably tell Holden ruined my serene mroning.

My Brother

He was serene,
prudent, and funny.
A gentle giant,
never rebuked anybody.
His number of friends
grew in
profusion every year.
But,
his audacity costed him his life.

He was like the oceam.,
unpredictable,
sometimes wild
other times calm.

After the crash
he wasn't funny
he wans't kind
he wasn't the same.
He was always
rankled.
His face,
his face was so lackadasical,
that he didn't look,
the same.

He was my brother,
he was my friend,
he was my mentor.
I would depict him as,
the perfect human.

Catcher in The Rye

Holden
stares at the
football game
on the solitari hill.
Is the wolf
away from the pack.

Holden is like
a twelve year old
in a sixteen year old body.
horses around alot,
and doesn't always act mature.

Holden the sea of problems
the one that flunks all classes.
the one who gets kicked from school.
the one who smokes.
Holden.

confession

1.) I love interrogating people, its funny when they get mad or I prove them wrong.
2.) The confession list gives me less things to confess about, it’s easier though.
3.) I think Mrs. Meadow’s class is too long, even though its sometimes fun.
4.) I suck in Spanish class, I don’t really know why. Maybe its because its my first period and am tired.
5.) I am actually happy my parents left on their trip, now I have the whole house to myself and am able to do anything id like.
6.) I eat chips, ice cream, cookies, and a lot of cereal since my parents aren’t here.
7.) I hate Worly Wise Test’s

DA HW

Since my parents where going on a trip around the world we decided to have a nice dinner the day before they left. It was a Sunday night so when I got back home I was planning to go to sleep. Sadly this was not the case being that when I got home and laid on my bed I remember the brochure.
I impelled my body to go to the computer. I inserted the USB, and corrected my brochure. I kept moving the brochure pamphlets around so it would come out perfectly. I glanced at the time it was 11:49. I saved the brochure and went back to sleep, only I couldn't sleep now -.-. This experienced changed because it has taught me not to leave things for the last minute.

My Secret Move

It was around 8 at night and I was still at Karate, the class was over 30 minutes ago. I was bored so I started doing ninja kicks on the punching bags, then I saw the bar on which we do pull ups. I had a great idea I was going to run jump on the bar and attempt to do a back flip. The first tries to do this I was too scared too scared to actually impulse myself all the way back. Finally I decided to face my fears (Bad idea,) I ran grabbed onto the bars and pushed my body back wards at thought I did it when I saw the roof then I realized I was falling down, I eventually landed on my head. I knew I was still alive because I was in pain and I was hearing the laughs of Sean in the background.

Electronic addictions

I don't know why but, some people stay interminable hours texting on their blackberry. I mean I have a Blackberry but, I don't spend hours everyday on it. What impels someone to text so much, I couldn't even find topics to talk about for so long. Whenever am at the movies I see people spend the whole movie texting. YOU PAY TO WATCH THE MOVIE, SO WATCH THE DAMN MOVIE.
Another common addiction is facebook you don't need to spend so many hours on facebook, yes I do have a facebook but, I spend 10 minutes on it and then I leave. Once I saw a friend on facebook from 5 to 11:30 at night.
One more topic is the people who play video too much, its OK to play for an hour but, once you surpass that its just being addicted. Theres also some people that search videos like ak-47 bomb nuke killing people. I will not mention any names EXCEPT ONE Andres is the most addicted person in the history of mankind he spends the whole lunch time watching the same video all over again, tactical ak-47 nuked some crap like that. I once went to a party and we stayed until 6:30am playing video games, I didn't even play I just watched because it was so boring to play already. There are even people that waste their time to post videos on youtube showing their video game collection. WHY WOULD SOME ONE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD GIVE A DAMN WHAT GAMES YOU HAVE? the people who do this are reclusive, I feel abhor profoundly the people who spend their days clicking some plastic buttons.