End of tha wooorld!

How would I spend the last day on earth?  Earth or earth?  Is that a proper noun?  Hold on I'll ask Miss Feick.  I don't know where she is.  Is she helping a student?  I need help.  I hear her.  Oh!  She's beside Wiffen.  Please notice my hand.  It's up Miss Feick.  That means assistance needed.  Come on, it hurts.  I'll try calling to her.

"Miss Feick I have a question," I asked.
"Yes?" she answered.
"Is 'earth' a proper noun?" I asked eagerly.
"Yes," she answered, "if you are naming it off as a planet, it must be capitalized."
"Okay, thanks," I retorted, turning back towards my monitor.
"Are you typing what I'm saying?" she asked, clearly confused.
"Yes Miss Feick, I- well, you'll have to read for yourself," I stuttered, motioning towards the beginning of this post.
"Very good!" she exclaimed.  "Very creative, you are so handsome."
"Well, gee whiz Tan," I answered, blushing slightly.  "I do what I can."
 I forget what I was supposed to blog about...  Oh!  End of the world!  What would I do?  Party.

Whoville hehehe

I am most definitely a Who!  I love Christmas.  Best time of year.  Caroling, cookies, turkey or other meats, candy, volunteering, cute girls dressed like elves standing in front of stores to attract men to buy stuff from that store its the best time of year.

This year all I asked for is an iPod Touch.  I don't need many gifts so I asked for one good thing.  I also want to donate to charities and stuff like that.

Groom Sues Photographer, Demands New Wedding

I found a story about a guy who decided he didn't like his wedding photos.  That's why he called up the photographers and demanded the $4100 he payed for the photos, as well as forty-eight grand to recreate the wedding.  What was the studio's defense?  Well, first off, they had taken the photos six years earlier, leaving him a fair amount of time to file a complaint.  But that's not the best part!  Remember when I mentioned he wanted to recreate the wedding?  Well, he and his bride had divorced and were living in separate states!  How are they supposed to recreate a marriage that didn't work out in the first place?  Talk about desperate. No, seriously.  Talk about it, I'm done here...

Poetry

I enjoy doing poetry, but reading it and annotating is a bitch.  I'm a damn good poet, because I rhyme.  If poems don't rhyme they are just awful. It's as simple as that.

I really enjoyed Green Eggs and Ham as a child.  It's my favorite poem.  Do you want to know why?  I like it because it's humorous and IT RHYMES.

Poems need to rhyme to avoid being depressing.  Anyone can throw words together and talk about how their soul weeps as they long wither in the dusty sands of time, but it takes certain intellectual qualities to make words rhyme.

Scary Start

It was a full moon that night.  The perfect night for a scavenger hunt.  Timmy was nervous that fateful night.  Something didn't feel right.  He had taken a wrong turn and had separated himself from the group.  Now he was in the deep dark woods...alone.  He tried to keep calm, but it was hard with that constant sound of snapping twigs beneath his feet.  He knew that if he stopped walking, the twigs would stop snapping.  So he stopped walking to catch his breath.  But the twigs didn't stop snapping.

The legend of what happened to Timmy still haunts the town today.  His body was never found.  His footprints lead to no where.   His parents moved away to escape the haunting of....The Woods.

Let's do the Timewarp.....AGAIN!!

I was in a dancing competition with my partner, Esponita.  Things were going well, the judges favoring us over the competition.  But the night was not over.  The fat lady had not sung.  It had come down to us and the gay Swedish couple, Hans and Franz.  The four of us were breezing through every move in the book, that is, all but one.  The Time-warp.  The Time-warp was a legendary move that Esponita and I had only tried once in practice.  This almost ended badly for her.  I could tell we needed something big to beat Hans and Franz.  As soon as they started The Bumblebee I looked in Esponita's eyes and i could tell from her gaze that she understood.  We quickly broke into a foxtrot and continued for about a minute.  When she was ready, Esponita dove in my arms and I threw her horizontally in the air, spinning as she flew.  I caught her on the way down, and we merged into a jive.  We continued for half a minute, then she dove in my arms.  I threw her, I caught her, and we danced in the contemporary style for 15 seconds.  Then she dove, I threw her, and we break danced for 10 seconds.  We did this for 10 minutes, dancing non-stop.  By the time we were done we had so much adrenaline pumping, I smacked one on Esponita's lips right there and then.  It was a move I had stolen from Hans and Franz.  We won hands down.

The Cure

Hey bloggers! Bow here.

On Friday I met with my youth group at a members house in Wellesley, Ontario.  We were given a choice of four movies, supplied by our minister, all about people with mental or physical disabilities.  The movie we voted for was The Cure.  I actually did not want to watch this at first, but I was out voted.  I had clearly misjudged the movie.

The Cure is a brilliant tale of friendship and courage about a boy with AIDS and the problems he faces.

The story starts out with Erik, an outcast teen, who is bullied by his peers and his uncaring mom.  He spends his time outside in his backyard talking through a fence to his neighbour, Dexter.  Then one day Erik hops the fence to meet Dexter face to face.  Dexter begins to explain to Erik what it's like having AIDS.  From that point on they spend every waking hour looking for a cure.  They go on many adventures and encounter many obstacles along the way.

The movie is very well written and placed in a time where there were very many misconceptions about AIDS.  AIDS is an STD, so when boys got it they were called "homo"and"faggot".  But in reality, AIDS can come from anywhere.  Dexter actually got his from a blood transfusion.  Erik works tirelessly to vanquish this misconception.

Overall I think The Cure is a brilliant movie and is a definite must see. :)

Vote Bow!

A Fresh Start

This is my first time addressing all of you in this way.  Miss Feick said I am allowed to talk about whatever.  So I want to take this time to talk about myself.  My name is James Bowman, I am 17 years old and am in grade 12 at Waterloo-Oxford District Secondary School in Baden, Ontario.  This is all I wish to say on that topic... for now.

I am excited to blog because my mind is bursting with creativity that I can't aplly to other courses.  This course is clearly for me because I have been told I am a talented writer and I agree.

I'm really excited to be in this course because all through highschool I haven't had the opportunity to write stories and stuff like that because the curriculum focuses on essays and other bullsh*t like that.

I'm also xcited because Miss Feick is my favorite teacher.  I had her last year for grade 11 English and that was nothing but a positive experience for me.

This is where I shall bid you adieu.

Thank you for listening.