Mila Stojakavic Resume

Mila Stojakavic

Green Bay, Wisconsin

Major/Objective: Government employer. Able to control and run major and highly populated cities. 

Summary:

• 5 years experience
• 3 years as mayor
• Financial advisor
• Experienced with Taxes and Law enforcement

Accomplishments: 

• 1989 Ran for mayor but sadly failed
• 1990-1991: Attended college at UCLA for finance and government
• 1992-1996: Mayor of Green Bay, Wisconsin for four years
• 1997: Finally elected in government 
• 1998-2000: Governed Wisconsin
• 2001-Present: Secretary for president George Walker Bush

 

Fred Johnson Resume

FRED JOHNSON
Detroit Michigan

Specialization/Capability: Construction management. Capable to make orders and follow directions. Able to orchestrate successful positions and take charge.

Summary:

• 5 years experience
• 4 year internship
• Voted most imprvoved
• Had tutor for math to improve grade
• Voted smartest in 7th grade

Accomplishments:

• 1993-1994: Voted most likely to succeed
• 1994-1995: Hired by Jim And Construct first year of college
• 1996: Interned for Jim with broken hand
• 1996 Mid: Became manager of Jim And Construct Inc.
• 1998: Selected for construction worker of the year
• 1999: Taught children basics of construction. C.E.O of 2 construction sites across the World
• 2000-Present: Followed career job to be richest man in the World

Awards: 

• Construction worker of the Year
• Most likely to "Construct A Site"
• Construction Worker of the decade
• Smartest in 7th grade to Freshman Year

Degrees:

• Masters degree with construction management
• Bachelor degree with Physics
• Masters degree with Algebra

Schools: 

• High School:  Saint Bishop's Academy 
• College: Princeton with full scholarship
• Degrees: Harvard University for Algebra
• Degrees: Stanford for Physics
• Degrees: Yale for construction management

Daniel Vasquez

     A rainy and sickening night escalated to frightening for 12-year-old Daniel Vasquez. Daniel was home alone with his uncle after his parents left him for a 3-day business trip to Honolulu. When his parents returned, blood splattered, drip-dropped, punched-and-popped, and crashed to their defenseless wooden floor. That was only their living room. Their bathroom had been wiped repeatedly with toilet paper trying to cover the click-clacking and snapping bones that managed to still pop out as it already did. A basement that belonged to the lifeless family was filled with body parts that was seemed to be torn by savages of great lengths. Bedrooms were the home of decayed severed heads. Investigators were able to recap the happenings but couldn't find the assailant. The investigators were able to notify this blog what happened to the young Daniel and his uncle.

DAY 1- 6:54 P.M- 34 SECOND- VASQUEZ RESIDENCE- SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA

     Daniel's mom, Judy, is the CO-CEO (Chief Executive Officer) for Taxert Inc. and faces an immediate recall for certain dairy products. Her husband, John, is CO-CEO with obviously, Judy, for Taxert Inc. and faces the same discouragement of Judy. Daniel however, was minding his own business in his room playing video games. Concentrated on his brain-blasting video game, Daniel was abruptly disturbed by John with a loud yell, "Daniel, come down her, were are leaving now."  Angry as an old man disrupted of his sleep, Daniel returned to his always loving parents with a kiss and a good-bye. As any 12-year-old, Daniel would be accompanied by a guardian, a protector. For the rest of the night, sounds of explosions filtered the house until Daniel fell to a comforting sleep.

DAY 2- 5:00 P.M- 13 SECOND- VASQUEZ RESIDENCE- SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA 

      Daniel and his uncle, Fred, were entitled to spend the day together by Daniel's parents. After a long day, Fred and Daniel decided to watch the news on FOX. As they relaxed, they heard that an anchorman announce with a divine voice that the hunt for killer Ronnie Feathers starts as the madman should have been charged with 1st degree murder but was able to murder the police officers in the vehicle while handcuffed. He is on the move toward San Jose. Fred and Daniel continued staring at the screen like people staring at pie. Worried, Fred put Daniel to sleep without seeing full information like a picture or identification. Terrible mistake.

DAY 3- 12:00 A.M- 24 SECOND- VASQUEZ RESIDENCE- SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA

     During Daniel's and Fred's sleep, a charge of force pounded through the window of Fred's room, breaking and shattering glass beneath his feet. It was Ronnie Feathers. Ronnie knocked out Fred with a single punch the suffocated him with a pillow. Daniel heard the explosion of the glass and immediately hid under his bed without hesitation, but that wasn't enough for Feathers to find then slaughter him with a knife in the kitchen. Diabolically, Ronnie cut them like farmers do to chickens in order to send a message that no one can take him down.
     Thus, Daniel Vasquez, the boy that could have changed the world, died.

   

    

   

The Resolutions For Jacob's Life In 2011

For 2011, I have decided to make four difficult resolutions, goals, that will enchant my life with glorious victory, an entertaining DJ system, happy parents, and a VERY happy Jacob. The over-used letters listed below that collide to make words, are my resolutions for 2011!

GOALS: RESOLUTIONS THAT ARE DECIDED BY YOURSELF THAT WILL HELP YOU STAY FOCUS ON WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ACHIEVE.

1. TO WIN THE CHAMPIONSHIP FOR MY BASKETBALL TEAM: I hope to win the championship with my teammates and stay undefeated as my team is now. This is my first season and already my team is 3-0 with more upcoming games. My team won with an average of at least 20 points, but I still hope to make the playoffs and win the championship. For my first season of basketball, I play for the Celtics. The fellow Celtics and I train with hard labor trying to please our coaches. We all are un-selfish with the ball and keep passing it until one of us shoots. This is my first season playing basketball with a team because last year I focused on football, but my team is still among the best in the league.
2.  TO GET ALL A'S AND B'S ON MY REPORT CARD FOR 6TH GRADE: I hope to get great grades for sixth grade like an A or a B. Studying can really help me with achieving this goal because to get good grades I need to do good on tests and to do good on tests I need to study. Homework can also help. Homework is essential to get great grades and have happy parents. Working at home is like working at school, but you can do homework whenever you want before the next day of school. Participation in class has to be the easiest. All you have to do is answer a few questions and you get an A for that day.
3. TO GET TURNTABLES OF ANY KIND OF BRAND: I hope to get turntables with additional records along with a mixer. I have no experience dealing with turntables but I have seen people work with it. I always wanted hard-hitting drums but that was never accomplished so I turn to turntables for amusement and time-burning. Turntables are those objects hip hop masters use when they collide songs with different motions and activities happening while the song plays. I will try to save money I get and try to use my money wisely. Of course, you need your own DJ name to start. I would be DJ WEB. I was thinking of having a symbol that represents my DJ name. Maybe, I could have a spider web with a J in the middle.

Cannibal Cavemen?

CANNIBAL-

THE EATING BY HUMANS OR ANIMALS ON ANY KINDS OF THAT PARTICULAR MAMMAL OR ANIMAL.

Being a cannibal is defined as anything that tears then chews into other kinds of that thing. For example, puppies that eat other puppies is cannibal or just has rabies that is not mentioned in this post. Or if humans dig into other humans as meals. The following names are people that have gone cannibal; Hannibal Lecter of the series, Hannibal Lecter, Leatherface and his clan of the series, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Sweeney Todd and his family of the movie, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street. As you see, the cannibal in everyone always seem to get hold of some people. I'd hate for my friends to be cannibal.

CAVEMAN: 

CAVE DWELLER OF STONE AGES THAT EXPERIENCED DIFFERENT STAGES OF TECHNOLOGY OVER THEIR LIFETIME.

Being a caveman you lived through the different stone ages all over the world. This was because technology was never that of during their time. Although fire was created by them, enhanced fire wasn't made until being a caveman was "totally old school," you young children may say. Caves were mostly found along shores near oceans. Another name for cavemen could be Neanderthal or Cave Dweller.Some famous cavemen are as follow; The characters of The Flinstones, the caveman from the car insurance company named Geico. Cavemen weren't the smartest people if you are wondering.

CANNIBAL CAVEMEN:

CAVE DWELLERS OF THE STONE AGE THAT LIVED OFF OF NATURE AND EATING OTHER CAVEMEN. (NOT KNOWN IF REAL)

Cannibal cavemen is just a name that I thought of since cavemen were low on food in their time. Because of their non-surplus of food, I think cavemen ate their own kind for survival. Cannibal cavemen ate their kind as a desperation maneuver when not enough food is found. These creatures have the characteristics of cannibals but the minds of cavemen.

Monkeys And The Turtles Part 1

     The epic fight of monkeys and turtles developed the madness and violence that happens to the present day. Stenches of droppings from both sides overcame the battle and created mold on tails and black stuff on shells. When I say stenches, I mean that ugly, horrifying smells captured the land quicker than cowboys capturing cows. Nevertheless, it still came close and "to the wire" you young kids may say. I happened to be stuck in the middle with only a treasured journal and suffering nose. As did Francis Scott Key, I copied the happenings into the book of many words. My journal sold an astonishing 1 copy worldwide by myself, of course. It only went out 50 years ago so I think people are still in lines waiting to purchase it. I sold it for a cheap price of $500 but don't fret if you're one of the less fortunate because I will tell you the story on this post and three.   

Christmas Or Easter

     Once upon a time not so long ago, lived a non-skinny man known as Santa Claus and an evil and sophisticated bunny referred to the name of The Easter Bunny that completed one of the most intense and grueling fight in mankind. A match that destroyed several reindeer and conquered many bunnies. Eggs were hatched and snow was melted to reveal the defeated grass. Sky was cloudy with thunders of rain and rainy thunderstorms. The taste of defeat entered and took over one nation's mouth while the other celebrated with champagne and fellow other members of the sensational group. This war ended the greatest, longest, dangerous, and fierce feud. This war will go down in the books.

     Christmas is when Santa could excel in giving presents and leaving coil under trees with coldness that gives off frost bites and leads animals to hibernation especially rabbits and bunnies. Santa and his henchmen, the elves, live up in the chilly North Pole. The elves care for Santa and makes sure Santa continues on his diet. Christmas can look jolly but you don't know what really happens behind the scenes of ole' Santa Claus.
     Easter is dedicated the bunnies and their soon-to-be-bunnies eggs. Those bunnies plant their eggs on your property but hop away quickly to not be noticed. Their is no leader for this powerful army but the rabbits duplicate themselves to create their criminal kind children. Do you know what these rabbits favorite game is? KILLER RABBIT.

     The rabbits were first to strike the Pole with their bunny launcher while Santa retaliated with flaming gifts. Misfires attacked other lands but the victor was far to come. This war happened a mere 20 days of painful hits. At the end, 1,000,000 rabbits were ripped to shreds and 100,000,000 tiny elves became splat on the minefields the rabbits created. However, Santa saved Christmas defeating all rabbits and defeating all threats. There is no more flapping ears and gray bodies, only green and pinhead elves and a cookie-stealing Santa.

Mission: Light A Candle

     The World War II conflict but a candle had to catch fire for an explosive cannon to launch into enemy boundaries with a thunderous roar. However, this lighter can not be found and we are all out of matches, sticks that are flammable. We need that flame before the defensive side recovers from a wounding attack. Nothing sparked a flame for me nor the cannon until I realized there were rocks and sticks. I had muscle hands with quickness so I was able to strike the string and devour the enemies. Mission Accomplished.

Wrong Turn To GirlVille

     Breezes of nail polish corrupted the oxygen filled air that prevents death. Hairspray joined the polishing of nails in a fragrance of pure girlishness. Manicures caused this plague that infected the noses of our society; the society of men and women. However, I was not in the safe zone that only had haircuts of Fades, Mohawks, and Brooks, I was in the battlefield of Trims, Curls, Bangs, Ponytails, Pigtails, and other haircuts not suitable for manly men. The feeling of Justice stores all around surrounded me in my mind then came out to be true. Every television demonstration featured the girl like Power Puff Girls. Barbie dolls cornered every corner of streets with annoying catch phrases like "Hey, wanna play with me?!" This all happened because I took a wrong turn to GirlVille.

     This horrific incident succeeded to escalate this far when I made a risky left turn for the worst leading to a berserk city under the name of GirlVille. My destination at the start was to my home in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma  which is also located in the western part of the United States where a boundary is located separating the villages manly men and the villages of girl-like girls. Unfortunately, my mansion is exactly one tiny itsy bitsy mile away from the border that exists from North Dakota to Texas. Before heading home, I stayed at my bar, filled with refreshments and good times for about an hour, but that hour made me more intoxicated than Vincent Jackson of the San Diego Chargers at the beginning of the 2010-2011 NFL season. Thankfully, I wasn't pulled over by cops, men and woman serving the state police department, but I reached a fate even more worse than being arrested; I faced girls with slim t-shirts, and designer jeans.           

      Falling asleep, I parked at what I thought was my home but really was a mall of girl accessories and items called Girls R Us. Knocked Out, I felt a motion that was carrying me to a local hospital. Unconscious, I just had the females do what they had to do. When I awoke I found myself mounted on a sky-high pole at the border line. All non-females attacked me with "haha" from everywhere I looked. The feminines created the pole to embarrass me for crossing over to the girl side. No harm was done, only a plaque stating my name to be resigned to Jasmine and a new home in the girl-infested New Orleans. 
          



Imagination Can Bring Out Great Things

Imagine a million of these in your hometown

    It was a simple summer day. Breeze filled the atmosphere with short winds that were shorter than Nate Robinson, a basketball player of the Boston Celtics. You would think children my age would take advantage of this time of the day, but you had to know what the temperature was during that day. Even the clustered breezes couldn't stop the burning and scorching heat from taking over the city of Edison the now-tense Edison. Staying at home was the only option that didn't risk blindness from the unforgiving star of flames that produce an enjoyable heat until it over does it. For the time, me and my brother, Jeffrey, watched our favorite movie, Step Brothers, followed by the comedy, Pineapple Express. Sitting on the kitchen table where the feast of food our mom makes after returning from a hard day at work in RWJUH (Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital, was a Nutella jar, the hazelnut spread of magnificent wonders next to another jar of pretzels. Two foods that were used for eating. One was a spread, the other an actual snack.

We were both hungry so, why not. Pretzels mixed with chocolate; You don't hear that everyday. 

     Without hesitation, we snatched the combo with quickness that was faster than the superhero, The Flash. Dipping the pretzel into the jar of chocolate that was known as Nutella, Jeff inserted the delectable treat into his wide-opened mouth trying to see how it tastes. He was eating first to see if I sould try it or not because I never really try new things unless I am forced to. The bite of his teeth ripped through his 17-year old mouth. Chanting, he responded back to me with a roar that came from his now-chocolatey gums, "It ight' (Ight means alright.) Taste it." I dunked the pretzel into the Nutella like how "Superman" Dwight Howard dunks on unsuspecting victims of the other team. The chocolate, salty snack, pretzel with Nutella, drove directly in my mouth. Unicorns and dragons filled the air as I chewed every bite, enchanting the scene with magnificent wonders. This could be the next Batman and Robin, the next Starsky and Hutch, or the new Napoleon Dynamite an Pedro.  It tasted like I took my teeth and clobbered on a pony with rainbows in the fairy tale background. Smells of delectable sweetness invaded then conqured the wounded oxygen. An imaginary me, came along on the trip to everlasting happiness screaming from a distance, "come on Jake, eat like you never did before." Gnawings sounds attacked with a force of triumph.

     This duo of dynamics will now be the go-to food when ever I am in doubt, whenever I am in concern of weakness, I can always count on the unlikely team of salt pretzels and chocolate Nutella.