Wednesday, June 13, 2012

ALYSSA's Bloooog

You could say I'm God, or you could say I'm many different God's. That's what Human beings call me, a God, a higher power, the almighty, several different names from different cultures from all parts of the planet. I'd say I'm nothing like a God, only another living being like your self. Only, I'm sort of an alien to you Human beings. I’m not a God; In fact I'm just an amateur when it comes to this project. I have created a science project for my fellow students, the Universe, and all that comes along with it, such as the planet Earth with all of you guinea pigs. I created a place for organisms to grow, and to evolve, for life to live and die, and I invented a world where you can choose to be or not to be. I found it incredibly fascinating how even though every individual is given a life, and a choice to be happy or sad, the majority of you Human beings chose to hate. I believe my project has not ended how I had hoped for, and I am sorry to say that it has come to the time where I begin start over. The planet Earth is being destroyed slowly but soon enough it will not be treatable if I do not end this

"ex's and oh's" (Woman with an axe)

As I stood there I didn't know exactly what I was thinking. All these crazy thought were flooding my brain. I've made up my mind, he needs to pay! He broke up with me for another woman, can you believe that? She'll have to pay to. I can't take feeling like this, so broken. I need to break them, break them beyond repair. I'm gripping the axe tightly in my hands. The feel of the cold steel is almost calming, I am the one in control. I walk outside and get into my car, I put the axe into a duffel bag in case I happen to get pulled over, I don't want to explain to the police my dark intentions. I drive to the house that Harold and Marlene have been occupying. I creep as silently as I can, I still have the house keys. I walk to the back door, I put the key into the lock. I unlocked the door and creeped inside. I could hear the two conversing up stairs, I had to be more silent than a mouse. I crept up the stairs and down the hall to their bed room. I tear the door open, they just lay there in shock. I start screaming "YOU BOTH! YOU BETRAYED ME!" both their faces had gone a ghostly white color after they saw what was in my hands. The silver gleam caught their eyes. "YOU BOTH ARE GOING TO PAY!!!" I lunge forward, axe in my hands. I reach Marlene first, I throw her to the ground and begin my assault. I hack at her arms first, she's screaming a blood curdling scream, she's in terrific pain. Harold is just standing there, unable to react in anyway. Marlene is laying on the floor a bloody mess, I turn my attention towards Harold. I walk slowly towards the man that has been the source of all my problems. I am going to take my time with him, hurt him as bad is he hurt me. I chop off his fingers first, then his hands. He's begging me to stop, so I ask him if he wants the pain to go away, he said yes. After that I decapitated him. Marlene lets out a gut wrenching scream, she begins to cry and shake uncontrollably . I approach her "You obviously know what's in store for you, I can't just let you walk away". So I severed her head too. Now I had to clean up, I disposed of the bodies and got a change of clothes. I buried the bodies in the back yard, the room was a mess but i'll just leave that, the police will never locate the bodies. I leave the house and lock it all up. I get into my car, the axe and bloody clothes are safely placed into the duffel bag. I drive back to my house and go to bed. Life must go on.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

pick up your phone when i'm calling you!

The point the author is making is texting is a rude distraction in public places such as restaurants and theaters and should not be tolerated. This generation relies way to much on technology. The author discusses how rude it is for someone to be on a date or meeting for an example that and how uncomfortable it makes the other person when the person keeps glancing at their phone. It makes you think you're boring them or something. He also talks about what a distraction it can be to others, it's rude when you're in a movie theater and the person in front of you starts texting, the light from the phone is definitely a nuisance, and its very disrespectful to the other patrons in the theater. Texting ruins the face to face conversations with people all the intimacy is gone, its less personal. I agree totally with this article, even though i'm bad for texting, I try not to let it distract me to badly though its hard though checking your phone for texts becomes addictive. But in certain social circumstances I know that it is inappropriate to use my phone.

I think cell phones are acceptable when you're at your house, you're friends house, and at the mall, places like that are fine. But if its like a speech, funeral, concert etc than that's plain rude. Or if you're in a classy restaurant you should not be on your phone. You need to learn when the time comes to get off your phone and pay attention! I think some places should consider banning cell phones such as theaters, hospitals, restaurants and in the classroom (school). Theaters, people go there watch a movie not watch the idiot in front of them texting their buddy. In hospitals it could be a distraction to the patients or doctors and it could easily annoy a sick person. In a restaurant you go there to eat a meal and socialize with the person you went with, not texting everyone on your contacts list, that's just rude and impolite. In school you go their to learn and gain an education and that's nearly impossible when you're distracted texting your friends about the party on the weekend. You'll lose out on valuable information. I try my best to avoid being one of the rude avid texters but its hard in this generation with so much technology, its convenient  to text someone rather than go and find them to talk to them I guess.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Oh Death

"Here is a small fact. You are going to die...Reaction to the aformentioned fact. Does this worry you? I urge you-don't be afraid. I'm nothing if not fair" page #3. Death is talking about how everyone dies and he's fair about it, he's only doing his job. I connected this to Supernatural because Death is in the show he is one of the four horsemen. The attitude of Death in the book is similar to Death in Supernatural. Death in Supernatural is very regal, elegant and professional. He takes his reaping job very seriously, same with Death in The Book Thief. Death in Supernatural respects the natural order of the universe, if its meant to be it will be pretty nuch. Respect is at the top of his list, if people don't treat him with respect he is extremely un impressed (from Supernatural). "You can't cheat Death"- Death from SPN I think Death in The Book Thief would agree with this he knows dying is inevitable obviously. I think both of the Death's would get along they have very similar attitudes/personalites.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

If I could be your hero baby! ohhhhhhhhh!!

If I could have any super power it would be the powers Sam Winchester has in Supernatural. He can pull demons out of possessed people, and demons powers don't have any affect on him. Him and his brother Dean hunt demons, they travel all over the United States saving people. I would like to have these powers because saving people, and not having to kill them to get the demon out is  defiantly a plus. Me and my best friend Sam are demon hunters, we have faced numerous enemies, by far the worst was Lucifer. We even tried to use the Colt on him and it failed, so Sam had to jump into Hell and give up her soul to save the world. She came back but she had no soul, so me being the great brother I am, asked Death to help us retrieve it. He did and he returned my brothers soul, it was very damaged though so he had to put up a wall. I'm glad my brother is ok now, so we can go back to our regular lives saving people, hunting things, the family business. We use rock salt, iron, silver and holy water to hunt demons, ghosts and numerous types of monsters. Although my favorite way of getting rid of demons is sucking them out of their "meat suits" it also helps that we have an angel on our side, Castiel has helped us more times than I can count. He also adds much needed humor to our dangerous life style. We drive our fathers old 1967 Cheverloet Impala, this car has never let me down, its what saved Sam from Lucifer, it brought back his memories of being loved. Fighting demons and monsters is not for the faint of heart, but it has to be done, humans need to be protected and me and my brother are some of the only ones that can do it.