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.

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Imagination Can Bring Out Great Ideas

     For my sister's twenty-first birthday, me, my family, and some of my sister's friends took a long road trip to the Tropicana Hotel in the boardwalk infested Atlantic City. The first night we just relaxed , getting sleep before a busy and tiring Saturday tomorrow. We didn't do much because would you want to go to the boardwalk at night just after driving in a clustered car? I know I wouldn't.

     When we all woke up without my mom and others because they were at Borgata, my dad, my brothers, my brother's friend, and myself went to a restaurant in the hotel where I created one of the best combination: scrambled egg with a dropping of some syrup used for those buttermilk pancakes they were giving out. It was a buffet so I did that mixture most of the time. Egg with syrup can be the next Batman and Robin or the new Starsky and Hutch. If I didn't think of this I would still be eating scrambled egg with ketchup (still, it is a great combination.)

     If I were to describe the mouth-watering and delicious food, I would say it was a present from the Gods above giving me a signal to share this with people which is what I am doing now. If you taste it (when you taste it,) a parade for me is not necessary just because I made you eat the most happiness-bringing food.

Imagination Can Bring Out Great Ideas

     It was just an ordinary summer break day. Temperature bursting out of thermometers. Sunnier and brighter than how I am. Me and my brother would play outside but we didn't want to go to the hospital for blindness because of the sun, so we just stayed inside. Bored out of our minds, we cracked open our Nutella, the hazelnut chocolate spread that fills your mouth with an unbelievable taste, to eat with toast. Lying on our kitchen table, was a salty and delicious pretzel jar. Why not? I took the pretzels off the table, to dip in a savory taste of Nutella. Here I go. Salt mixed with chocolate; You don't hear that everyday.

     I led my hand to my hungry mouth, chomping on unhealthy salt combined with a chocolate sensation. To tell you the truth, it was amazingly irresistible nutrient that made my day. It tastes like a unicorn took you on a journey to an ice cream cone, where you were eaten in a happy and fun way. It's that good. The snack we can be happy with, finally came upon us: hazelnut chocolate covered on a salty treat.

Try Something New

     For a change, my sister brought these squares filled with food to me from a restaurant. I later found out they are called "samosas" (I think that is how you spell it.) Samosas are an Indian tradition food eaten for special occasions or just for pleasure. I never tried them, but they didn't have the greatest smell, so I said I'll pass, but as consistent she is, I ended up trying. My feeling towards it majorly differed from making me dislike it, to me despising it.

      No offense if you like it, but it tasted like a bad feeling found its way to be swallowed where it probably infected my intestines, making it dis function and clogging the digestive system going on in my deceased stomach. I hated samosas, but I don't know why my sister does. Samosas are not my favorite food, not by a long shot. Never again, will I insert those pain makers into my bloodstream. 

Superspeed=Superresults

     Super speed is a power that has a person with a fetish amount of speed. This can help you with sports, escape from jail, break into jail, or escape from cops. Legal problems does not have anything to do with speed so you can't run away from your problems unless it is jail related. Superheroes like the Flash has the quickness of a cheetah and an electric shock like Static Shock. Super speed can be used with flying or X-ray vision in a motion of a high velocity. These type of powers can help from all different angles such as legal trouble, invasions of homes, or just for fun.
     Imagine you are running against Usain Bolt. Usain is the fastest man on the planet, there is no way you can beat him unless you have a ridiculous amount of speed, but let's imagine you do. You sprint at the starting gate with speed as fast as you are when you see something scary. Automatically, you feel shorter like a pencil is when it gets sharpened. I felt that way before, but in order for that to happen, you need to be as fast as your opponent. You have reached the ending point with great emotion because you finished in only 1 second. Super speed can equal super results.
     Another scenario is when your best friend is in jail just like how Bruno Mars is in jail, but you need to bust your beloved friend out. You only have one chance to sneak attack the guards and get home safely. This is when X-ray vision could be helpful. Scanning the inside is essential, but you have to find a way inside the jail home first. Flying could also be an important factor in this problem. Instead of attacking, you fly over the guard to the watch tower where you demolish the watchers without being noticed. Now it is your job to get down and reach the home, but you need to be in disguise. Taking the watchers clothes is your only option. Being a fellow officer, you use your super speed to grab and disable the cells out, then ride the way with a quicker flying range, with in fact, your buddy. Super speed can equal super results
     For my last statement about proving super speed, is needed if you become a dangerous convict escaping prison. Heart beats that was heard from everywhere filled people's ears coming from the center of the Earth where you were, but it wasn't coming from your heart, for it was traveling from the policemen chasing after you. Super speed was achieved to you so you can have the mighty high advantage in your long distance run against the officer. This will get you out of prison which was where you would have served 10 years because of a robbery and a 2nd degree charged murder. You reached the safe zone in the scattering state of the cowboy-living Texas where you were on the road for weeks.
       I believe super speed is a great ability to have, but I couldn't have gotten the idea if Max didn't tell me about. As always I used the creative imagination I have to make this post.

THE FLASH

   

Milestone Moment- Person

     The interesting summer led to the visiting of myself to my grandma. Only problem was, she lived in New Mexico. That meant a grueling and time-needing flight to Albuquerque which is where she lived. This meant I could see the premise of New Mexico, and see the difference between Albuquerque and Edison. There were four parts I had to go through in able to get the full effects of a west coast visit. These steps were preparation, takeoff, actual activities, and departure. Follow these steps, the west will be east.
     Preparation is a no-brainer. You have to pick out the freshest clothes, and pack the essential items. I usually start with the shorts or pants and that's what I did. Second always has to be after first. Shirts represented second. You have to have a top on to even survive. Shoes must be next always. You got the pants and shirts, now you need feet protection. You can always count on shoes. Once you're done with everything, the flight takes you to the destination.
     Takeoff is when the plane flies directly to the sky and reaches a speed at about 1000 miles per hour. That is takeoff. You need something to keep you occupied or you will have to talk to the person next to you. What if the person is 100-years-old. What will you do. I usually listen to music on my Ipod but that's just me. The flight took me to Minneapolis, Minnesota. Home of the Minnesota Vikings. This was the first and only stop, next stop was the New Mexico Airport.

     When I reached Albuqureque, I went to the home of my grandma and my dad's sister. We did as many activities as you can count like the visitation of resturants, Albuqureque Church, New Mexico Zoo (REALLY BORING), and many others that were to good for me to blog about. New Mexico was mostly different, but in some ways the same. It was a great and fun experience, but departure spoiled it by telling me it was time to go.

     The first flight led me to Atlanta Georgia; the ATL and home of the Atlanta Hawks and Falcons. The next flight to Newark was delayed for various and unknown reasons. This extra time just gave me more time to miss New Mexico and my grandmama.'

In New Mexico, soccer is played a lot.

Milestone Moment- Place

     Tae Kwon Doe is a sport that I can execute while performing. It taught me self-defense, discipline, and respect to my friends and family. I was enhanced lightning-fast speed, and an increase of strength. However, my quickness to dodge and counter attacks proved to be useless against my fellow black belt, David. David graduated from brown to black belt the same time I did, but David was about 10x my size. He was stronger than me, but I was faster than me. His increased weight was suppose to demolish a breakaway board, but he ended up demolishing me.
     Another incident happened before this did. We were playing a basic game when I was probably a Red belt when he struck his elbow to my face. Wanting not to make a situation, I got up immediately. This time however, was more worse than when the San Diego Chargers loss the Super Bowl to the San Fransisco 49ers. I was told to hold the board for the Black belts to leap forward and side kick it. After completing most of them, David was one of the last to go. After almost a million people went, it was finally his turn.
     David aimed straight for the middle I thought, but I was wrong. He targeted the top in an incorrect fashion, kicking the board straight into my head. After a numerous amount of chain reactions occurred at the scene, the board snapped back, slapping my face with full force. At first I was just knocked out, but then a bruise started to swell, and my bruise turned black and blue and as swelled up as you do when you eat a lemon-head.
     I was sure I was dead in a matter of seconds but my life was spared until another time. I didn't want to wait another class to practice, so I continued kicking and punching with a greater velocity and powered by rage. It became one of my most "what if" topics to think about, but I know that gave me a wake up call to pay more attention and put more effort into when I spar with my classmates. I needed this to happen.

   

Milestone Moment-Event

     It was a sunny and gorgeous day at my backyard as it is all the time, so I decided to gather my friend David and his brother to play various sports as various as my fluid imagination. After playing a grueling game of baseball, we decided to play the quick and attention needing running bases. Although I wasn't very fond of this game, it looked as fun as flying through the midst of air with winds at 70 miles per hour. This game consists of running from place to place avoiding the quick as flash ball.
    At this specific time, I was sprinting swiftly to the base which is the fence seperating my backyard with my neighbors. Stupidly, I put my knees out instead of the more protected inside. My knees digged deep into the bottom of the fence, with a sting like an annoyed bee just waiting to execute on the open attack. Thriving in pain, my knee bled more than a cut wrist. Thinking of how to tell my mom, David and his bother scampered with a high velocity. My mom who was a nurse herself, treated the wound as if it was a cut from a paper. For the next couple of weeks, I would recover with relaxation, and comfortable sleep.
     A month later, my knee was at its fullest breaking winds, and cutting air with no regrets if another injury occured. I learned to be more careful and aware of my surroundings because of this horrid incident. This taught me those life-long lesson by leaving a scar on my knee.

Milestone Moments-Interest

San Diego Chargers Elecutrute And Run The National Football League

     Out of all 32 NFL teams, the San Diego Chargers are my favorite no questions asked. They made the prestigious playoffs but never tasted an even more honored championship or go to the Super Bowl more than once. Although they aren't the best, I still believe they can be able to wear a Super Bowl ring, but I never felt that way last year. After making the playoffs at a 13-3 record and even skipping the wild card round, they made it straight to the first round. For them to even reach the faraway championship, the New York Jets blasted into their lightning bolt, proving hard to overcome. The final score was 14-17, but it wasn't who you thought would win.

     The Chargers hosted the game at Qualcomm Stadium in San Diego. Norv Turner coached the static charges we call players to get a total of two touchdowns and two following extra points, but missed two 3-point field goals by kicker Nate Kaeding while Rex Ryan led his team to blast sky high to two touchdowns as well as two following extra points and a 3-point field goal. The score 14-17 Jets, but Chargers were still had hope. Thumb-biting and nervousness filled the charged up fans, players, and espically myself. To show my colors, I wore my LaDanian Tomlinson jersey praying San Diego could zap the Jets out of the sky and go to Idianapolis to demolish the Colts. Unfortunately, the Colts got lucky because the Chargers failed to defeat the Jets. Final score, 14-17 Jets.

     I don't know what happened. The Chargers were on a 7-game win streak in the regular season, had one of the best kickers, a monster quaterback, and the best tight end in the league today. Not knowing how to react, I sunk myself into an utter depression. The only teams that beated the Chargers were probably hosting the game, but the Chargers hosted this game against the east coast Jets. This was their chance to become legends. Last year was one of their best seasons, but since their running back, LT(LaDanian Tomlinson) moved to the Jets because of the free agency system, wide reciever Vincent Jackson was suspended for breaking NFL policies, and many injuries occured San Diego may not be as successful as last season, but I still have faith in them.

     This sickening loss to NY, made me realize not all my favorite teams will win every game. Whether they have good days and sometimes bad, the Chargers will now and forever be my favorite team. The San Diego Chargers are my favorite team, but I want to know whose you're favorite team. Leave a comment below telling me who you're favorite NFL team is and why.

   

Milestone Moment- Object

     It was a sunny and gorgeous summer morning when it was time to recieve these braces I have. With pumped up energy ever since the day my mom called the orthodontist to say I need braces, it was the time. To make sure I was ready I scrubbed my white and shiny teeth, flossed out all left over food, then rinsed with mint flavored Listerine. After exceeding all expectations, I found myself ready.
     When I was finally in the office, a number of examinations attacked my face with shots of cameras, and paper work piled for my parent. After never-ending seconds of minutes passed, I was in the almighty chair where braces where swarming in the mist of the air just ready to stick to my helpless Timmy-Turner kind of teeth. Every second I worried that their mechanic tools of probably destruction would puncture my soft and squishy mouth. Drilling wires into my teeth, gave me a sign there was no turning back.
     Adrenaline and nervousness filled my body while they asked me "What kind of color braces do you want." If they messed up for an unknown reason, at least I would die with exciting and elated emotions in my blood cells. I told them I wanted blue colored braces, sort of an ocean color. For most of the time, I watched the Adam Sandler classic, Bedtime Stories, while my dentist was inserting the blue braces into the wires that were located in my teeth. After a numerous amount of minutes flew by, they checked for any flaws. They told me to wash up in the near bathroom when thay were done. Happy as a squirrel with nuts, I returned to the chair. It was all over.

     I came back home later on to see the new braces, didn't agree with my old teeth. Aching as if I was mauled by a vicious bear, I went to a deep sleep. After each appointment, pain filled my bloodstream, but it was all worth to get perfect teeth.