MCDICKS

yum SO GOOD
this is going down well
I could eat this all day im not even getting full
wow get my another chesseburger
oh no I think I have to use the can

poemm hahahaha

taytay754
bubbly, blond, pretty, braces :)
best friends to Jessica Daawn
loves Phillip, MacDonald's, and Lemon Gin
fears getting fat, dieing and alcohol passioning
goals in life are to be rich, and travel the world
resident of blahville, state of mind: Crazy

Jummmbleeeeeeee YO

As a wedding photographer I see many awkward and uncomfortable moments. Drunken best mans throwing up during their toast. Bridesmaids going home with the grooms man. The whole cake in the face routine but tonight is a little more extreme. As I review my snap shots on my LCD screen and in the far far background I see the groom kissing his new and attractive sister in law. Awkward, a dissuasion lays on the table for me to make, break a beautiful new wife's heart, or live on knowing I could have saved her a hell of a lot of trouble. Ignore if for now. But I'll keep watching.

For those of you who love weddings, I too was one. After 2 weddings a week for the past 4 years. Getting dressed up to see people sign there life away, for if best a happily settled divorce. It's depressing. I ponder what to do while I walk around the reception with a forced smile on my face. The groom approachs the wife from behind and grabs her and swings her in his arms as if he was just off with his friends disscising how this is the best day of his life. Lie, and desite. I'm begining to feel ill. A picture of the lovely new couple.

After he walks away I deside to approach the wife, built some trust incase I have to share something with her later. "Hey Breann, you look stunning, I've got some beautiful pictures already"

"Oh, Thanks Sharron, I simply can't wait to see them" she said so gleeful i thought of the wrinkles forming due to such a huge smile.

I smile and walk away. How it would kill me to break her heart. Maybe I should just mind my own buisness on this one. My bladder calls me. I walk to the ladies room, I hear some muffled harse words being exchanged in the male bathroom. I touch the door knob, locked. Resting my ear onto the cold thick pine door, I hear too fermiliar voices. That of the groom and who, no other there Breann's own sister. I listen closely as if I could easily miss a word, doubtful, my mind is boggled on how easily they do such a thing. It seems they are arguing.

"I swore to myself the I wouldn't do this once you two got married, this affair is OVER!" she somehow shouted in a whisper.

"Puhh-lease I think I love you".

"If you loved me we wouldn't have to disscuis this, we wouldn't be in a situation, I'd be in that damn white dress" I could tell she was holding back tears "Its done, I'm telling her, she's my ****ing sister Kevin"

I husle in to the female bathroom and pretend I was in there pampering my makeup the whole time, didn't hear a single word. Helen comes storming in, tears down her cheeks, for the first time it occurs to me that she is a little tipsy.

"Whats wrong Helen" I ask, sweetly placing my hand on her shoulder. She sobs for a second and responds.

"I've got to save my sister". And flees the room. There is no possible way this is going to end good. I follow her out onto the dance floor, she walks on stage and grabs the microphone. I raise my camera for a second, then change my mind. N0 way either the bride or groom is going to want these pictures either way now.

"Hi everyone, I'd like to share something with you all" she slurs her words a bit but they are far from inaudioable, that would be a blessing. "I love my sister, she is a strong beautiful women, but I have done something that she will no doubt never forgive me for. In the past few weeks I've gave into temptation. I've been sleeping with Kevin. Thank you, goodbye."

I look around and capture a slefish picture of the crowd, practically every mouth hanging open. I'll leave that out of the wedding pictures. Briann runs out of the room, tears running down her face, the whole room falls silent, I'm uncertin if its to hear her hard words outside or if they are still in shock.

You can hear Briann. "Hey stop, just so you know, I hope you get hit by a god damn truck the second you walk out of this building you stupid tramp. Your dead to me, homewreaker." Seconds later she walks into the reception and gracfully steps on the stage "All done folks" and walks out of the room.

listen up cuz I love ya ladyyyy ~

What is your mood today?

Today, my mood would be Stressed! Being that its Christmas time and all. My least favorite time of the year. Tonight I'm going to a formal at MVHS, I have to work until 7 o'clock then rush, rush, rush! I can only imagine how stressful tonight is going to be with the hair, and make-up and all. Hopefully it all turns out good, and everybody has a good time! Not only that but MY formal is next week, which is going to cost me a touch more with the tanning sessions, hair appointments, waxing, and ect.

Which leads to the heaviest reason that I'm loaded with stress. With my paycheck and Christmas gifts, utterly impossible to get this all done when my next pay after formal comes out on Christmas Eve. Looks like its last minute shopping again.

It is Twilight time

I hate Twilight, its the biggest fad ever. Its actually worse then when everybody went out and bought really ugly ninety dollar "phat pharm" shoes. You probably think I'm saying this because I'm just to lazy to read the books but that's where your wrong, I've read the books. Unfortunately that is. It was a waster of my time, but at least I can say I borrowed the books rather then forking over my money for a trend everybody will laugh at in a year.

Stranded

Everybody would probably guess that I would bring Phil, my boyfriend with my if I was stranded on a deserted island, but I wouldn't. He's a big boy and if I'm looking for food I don't want to share with him. I would bring Melissa Underhill, she wouldn't eat all my food and I could convince her to do dumb stuff all day long which would be entertaining. Best of all we could get a sweet tan, which her and I both need desperately, can you say pale kids?

Also if the natives of this island come after us, Melissa would be easier to hide with, rather then Phil. He'd try to sacrifice himself to save me or something dumb, which would do nothing but leave me stranded alone on a deserted island.

Super hero

I'd be spiderman, but I'd also move to a big city while I was spiderman because what would the point of being able to swing over large buildings, if we have no buildings in Blackville. I'd move to New York or something and drive all the window cleaners crazy by rubbing my nose and tongue up and down their clean windows.

I wouldn't do any of that saving crap thought, that's just a waste of time when I can be swinging around on a pieces of string. I might also let kids take pictures with me for twenty dollars.

Your personal hell and heaven

My personal hell would be me stuck somewhere real cold with someone that doesn't like me, like phils dad, or Marcey. With no shower and annoying noises like people tapping there pens being projected over speaker phone.

My personal heaven. Laying in the sun with lots of hot guys laying around catering to my every need, like bringing me some really nicely mixed drinks. Also they are very tanned, built, and topless.

As I take my typical brisk walk threw the park, I think about a story I want to begin writing. I do this frequently but never can remember to jot my idea down, and then it slips from my mind back into the oblivion that it came from. Today, the story plot builds and builds in my mind; I won't let this one slip. I pick up speed it’s been ages since I have ran competitively but it seems still to be second nature to me. Looking for paper, I need some thing to draft a short hand version of my brainstorm down on. There it is, a pink and black piece of paper dangling from the hydro pole. I aimlessly grab and rip the poser down, carelessly flipping it over and removing the blue ballpoint pen from my pocket I scribble down character names, setting points, and the theme. Folding and stuffing the pink piece of paper into the zipper pocket of my tired and wet wind breaker.

When I returned home I actually considered starting my story as all the ideas continue arousing in my mind, but my long black damp hair isn't going to wash itself, and neither are those dishes in the sink. After undressing and jumping in the shower the ideas, they keep flowing; I can't help but think that this stories my one way ticket to book number two. I try to extinguish my hopes; I don't want to exaggerate the unlikelihood of finding success again. It’s a far off train slowly, gradually drifting away, far away from me. Close to being completely out of view now.

I used to write all the time; sometimes I haul out my old scribblers full of story starters and try to continue on with one. Its hopeless, I'll never get back to what I was, at the top of my game.

A thought then crosses my mind like a faint glimpse of hope in a sky of black. I'm going to do it. I'm going to write this story. Without even finishing shaving my left leg I hop out of the shower and make a mad dash for my lap top, haphazardly forgetting that I was dripping wet.

After I finish drying off, I open an empty word document and stare, blankly. This has happened an immeasurable amount of times in the months sense my last book was published. Writers block, it will be the death of me indefinitely. I walk gloomily to my wind breaker and withdrawal the now damp and soggy piece of pink paper, the black ink smeared over it. Now for the first time I apprehend what the poster was for, something called the "Frye Festival". Maybe it is some sort of destiny, a writing festival. An ironic mist covers my eyes, dripping down my face.

I finish my shower, and dress in a casual outfit. Then head out to the address on the poser, still carrying the damp ink smeared poser in my hand, I feel a small tinkle of happiness. As if I've returned to my previous life, as if I'm still a writer.

I walk in mid Soirée, tons of famous author’s speckle the interior of the building. Who would have thought all these great writers would be in Moncton, and I didn't even know. It was great, uplifting for me, a failing writer. To hear the authors on stage talk about the many writer’s blocks they've had to overcome. I didn't ever need to stay for the entire festival. I left before the end to get a head start on my second book, which I was going to write, tonight.

how to ~

Makeover: Get The Look:
How To Pull Off The Burlesque Look
http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-pull-off-the-burlesque-look

I myself enjoyed the video I don't know if I could think of one thing to change. I thought it was interesting. Unlike some of the other videos I looked at, it seemed professional not just some chick sitting at a webcam talking about makeup. I found that it seemed well done because there was a model and a women applying the makeup. There was some helpful tips in the video too. Although I did find the video was kind of lengthy.

How To Text In Class

If your one of those kids that ALWAYS gets caught when texting in class, this is the article for you.

Some things you may need are:
A cell phone
Some friends

Step 1- Don't risk vibrate, turn your phone on silent. And always have the screen facing down in your pocket so that when the light comes on its not visible.

Step 2- before class practice texting without looking at your keyboard (if you have a touch screen phone this may be rather hard). Also you need to know how to navigate through your menu to get to your Text Messages with out looking.

Step 3- Practice run, choose your slackest teacher to try this on. One that if they do catch you won't take your phone away.

Step 4- You need to make sure you are sitting beside a friend that you can trust, you don't want someone ratting you out mid text, right?

Step 5- a) for a female, you may want to try to pretend to be rummaging in your purse use your dominate hand to text and your other hand to flip through your things, then when your done take out your lip gloss and apply.
b) if your a male you could consider wearing a hoodie with a pouch pocket in the front and thick material. You then are able to use both hands on your phone. This is pretty much bulletproof, do not attempt if your class is watching a movie and the lights are off.

three grammar writing exercises.

1- The team won (its) (it's) game. Did you win (yours) (your's), (to)(too) (two)?

The team won its game. Did you win your's too?



2- They left (their) (there) books (there) (their) (they're).

They left their books there.



3- I hear (your) (you're) about to graduate.

I hear you're about to graduate.



4- (Its) (It's) nice that (there) (their) (they're) friendly.

It's nice that they're friendly.



5- Although I get (alot) (a lot) of colds, I feel (all right)(alright)now.

Athought I get a lot of colds, I feel alright now.



6- (Whose) (Who's) prettier (then) (than) you?

Who's prettier than you?



7- Are you tired? I'm out of (breathe) (breath), (too) (to) (two).

Are you tired? I'm out of breathe too.



8- Run back and (fourth) (forth) from (hear) (here) to (their) (there).

Run back and forth from here to there.



9- (Your) (You're) about to (loose) (lose) (your) (you're) book.

You're about to lose your book.



10- Everyone will (accept) (except) the prize (accept) (except) you.

Everyone will accept the price except you.



11- Do you know (weather) (whether) or not he will give me the prize.

Do you know whether or not he will give me the prize.



12- Many people (choose) (chose) to live in large cities.

Many people choose to live in large cities.



13- Is the doctor (through) (thorough) (threw) with my exam?

Is the doctor through with my exam?

14- What (affect) (effect) does the school (principle)(principal) haveon you?

What effect does the school principal have on you?

15- What did he (advice) (advise) you to do? Did you take his (advice)(advise)?

What did he advise you to do? Did you take his advice?

16- (There) (Their) (They're) are (alot) (a lot) of (your) (you're) friendsin the boat.

There are a lot of your friends.

17- I will (buy) (by) a book (buy) (by) Ray Bradbury.

I will buy a book by Ray Bradbury.






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A Sad Chain Of Events

Underage Drinking

Did you know that the percentage of underage drinking in Canada is at a all time high of 75.1%. Children from the age 15-18 who drink have a higher chance of date rape, sexual abuse, violence, traffic accidents, impaired driving and alcohol poisoning. Althought less Caucasian High School students drink, more then 12% of white students will admit the drive regularly after drinking. But white students are less likely to drive with a drunk driver then African Canadians. Children who drink before age 15 are 4 times more likely to develop alcohol dependence than those who begin drinking at the age of 19. 26% of young male drivers involved in fatal crashes in 2000 were drinking at the time of the crash, compared with 13% of the young female drivers involved in fatal crashes. More than 40% of individuals who start drinking before the age of 13 will develop alcohol abuse or alcohol dependence at some point in their lives. 4% of all current drinkers are age 13. (Resource: MADD.ca). Underage drinking is at a all time high, what are we going to do?

The age of minority should be highered to 21. I know your thinking "what will that help they'll drink underage either way?". Approaching a 21 year old would be much harder for the majority of teens, they aren't in our schools, they are mature and may consider what they're doing to be illegal. Nineteen year old's are in our schools, friends with our brothers and sisters, around town, our facebook friends, easy to access with little fear of being rejected.

The government change laws to affect everything else that minors do so why is it still so easy for us to obtain alcohol and even cigarettes? The government tax both alcohol and cigarettes very highly so why would they want the sale of them to decrease, we aren't aloud to to drive after 12 until we're were 18 and police take marijuana possession by teenagers very seriously. Could that be because they can't tax either of those things? Just something to think about.

Another reason to make the age of minority age 21 is because at age 19 you are still in high school or in your first year of secondary schooling, were your studies are very important and alcohol could seriously take away from study time. By the time your 21 depending on what your taking you would be nearing finish of schooling. Also 21 year olds should be mature enough to know that there is study time and a time for fun. At are 19 fun is the priority.

I don't see any adults apposing this, even if some do, they are the parents that will by there kids alcohol no matter what the age of minority is. So whats it to them really? The only other person apposing this would be teenagers and really its obvious why we would be against this as a law am I right?

The high rates of teenage drinking need to be lowered, and in my own opinion making the drinking age higher is the only way to solve this.

Persuasive Essay Format

I choose to read a article called "The Question of the Legality of Marijuana". I found this article on Teen Ink, the writer did not leave his/her name. The thesis sentence of this article is "It is possible to legalize marijuana and put an end to the negative stigma associated with it." Located in the first paragraph, last sentence. After reading the first paragraph I was intrigued because it seemed evident that the writer did her research and was very opinionated about the subject.

This ten paragraph opinion piece was well put together and all paragraphs relate closely to the thesis. It was evident that she researched the subject because she had quotes such as " As former president George Washington once said: “Make the most of the hemp seed. Sow it everywhere"'. Also the writer had lots of statistics relating closely to the thesis like "With this new system in place [legalization of marijuana], the government could let go of the 57% of federal prison inmates that are imprisoned on marijuana-related charges (U.S. DOJ, BJS, Sourcebook of Criminal Justice Statistics 2000), 88% of which were arrested on simple possession charges. Once they’re set free, the taxes Americans are paying to keep them housed and comfortable (23,000 USD per inmate according to S.R. Donziger, 1996) could be used for education, which is currently at only 8,000 per child. (D.A. Olsen, May 4, 2000) ".

The writer did briefly mention that marijuana is a gateway drug and that could be why it is illegal, in the third last paragraph. I feel it could of been discussed further but I think her mind was made up already. She did not convince me that it should be legalized no. Mainly because she didn't consider the reprocutions of things she said. Like the statistics above say, if all inmates arrested on charges involving marijuana there would be people that thought that it was okay to disobey what the government said and make there own laws back out on the street. Also I'm sure a lot of criminals in jail on charges of possession of marijuana if you look back through there record they most likely have numerous other charges on there plate, like Distribution Of A Dangerous Drug, and Violation of Probation. These people chose to disobey the laws of marijuana so what are they going to do when its legal, find another way to "give it to the man" do something that remains illegal, Distribute harder drugs maybe? She didn't thing everything thought completely I do not believe.

In the end I did like the article just because I'm a teenager and for majority of teenagers the legalization of marijuana would be a wonderful thing, make sneaking behind your parents a lot easier wouldn't it but I just don't think that its that easy. The writer did do a great job writing her opinion piece even if her and my opinion are a little different, I think that she probably spent a lot of time researching and writing this piece because there were few if any grammatical errors.

The Circus

"I love the circus! I had so much fun Frank, I want to live there. Lets run off to the circus!" I shouted with forceful glee in my voice. Because I didn't really like the circus, it smelled like elephant poop and the carnys made me uncomfortable and were rude to my mother. I didn't like them the most. But in all honesty I didn't really like Frank, so I was going to leave him at the circus! So he would stop following me around as if he was my little puppy dog.

"Seriously Greg, everybody I've ever talked to always said the circus was scary and the rides were dangerous," as he questioned my lie. I became nervous. What if this didn't work out and he still acted as my unwanted tail.

"No, NO! come along" I smiled reassuringly.

As we walked to the circus entrance he questioned me again, about the broken down sign, with only half the letters remaining red and bright, with the other half, lights broke out and dead flys gathering at the bottom of the letters in a small lip of plastic, graveyard of flys. I too if I was him, would question.

He remained hooked to my back side thought, not willing to turn back now, we payed our 22 dollar entrance fee and cautiously offered our hands to the lady carny with red and black hair. It almost resembles a rats nest, scared of what might crawl out of her hair we rushed the process and only received one bracelet.

Frank wore the bracelet questionably. I decide to stop at the fortune tellers, a yellow and red tee-pee with a piece of Bristol board reading "Mystic Jess". The inside made of black and purple sparkly velvet, with a quiet dark skinned girl with long brown hair that fell forward into her face. A face decorated with high half moons covering her eye lids, the color mom wore in pictures from high school, really blue. Her cheek bones looked huge covered in the reddest of reds, and her skin seemed older then she did. Gold and silver jewelry hanging all over her body. She was scary but seemed friendly almost.

She spoke softly when she said "May i see your hand young child"

Reluctantly Frank gave her his hand she held it firmly with both of her hands, her long red finger nails seemed to engrave into his skin. Giving me the shivers, I looked at Frank, sweat beading down his forehead gathering at his eyebrows. My chance.

"Frank I'm going to run to the bathroom, if you don't mind," before his answer I opened the curtain door and squinted into the daylight. Thankful to be outta there. I ran and ran to the entrance in my far view, like tunnel vision it was all I could see. The lady with red and black hair looked oddly at me running so vigorously. I didn't see the branch few strides away, "CRACK" I heard it. As I tumbled to the ground I tried to scramble to my feet without losing anytime.

The lady at the entrance roared loudly "HEY YOU! You alright kid?" for a second she paused then said "and where's your bracelet!?"

There was no chance now. I was caught by a evil carny, what could I do but roar for the main reason I came here "FRANK! FRANK! FR-R-R-ANK! HELP ME!" I glared hopefully at the tee-pee waiting for the curtain door to fly open and him run to my rescue. Then after the longest seconds of my life it happened, he came running to my rescue, a much better friend then I could ever be. He ran hard and fast, grabbed my arm and without asking any questions continued running through the entrance and didn't stop until the broken down letters of that awful sign were completely out of view.

The Freedom Writers

Freedom Writers, staring Hillary Swank (Erin Gruwell), Patrick Dempsey (Scott Casey) and April L. Hernandez (Eva Benitez). The movie was produced by Paramount pictures and the director and screen play writer was Richard LaGravenese.

Freedom Writers is a excellent movie. Erin Gruwell (Hillary Swank), and other major actors in the film like Eva Benitez (April L. Hernandez) really connected emotionally to the audience. I enjoyed this movie when it came out and equally liked it again when I re-watched it recently, even thought it was released in 2007 it is timeless. I thought it was touching because all of the students had there own story and there rebellion against the "Mrs. G" (Hillary Swank) was very emotional and acted well. The movie was based in Long Island in a hard city to live in with a lot of violence and anger, racism makes it hard for kids of all ethnicitys to attend the same school.

This movie reminds me of the book "The Wave" a difference between the two though is rather then the teacher stopping the violence like in Freedom Writers in "The Wave" the teacher accidentally created the violence trying to teach the holocaust.

I thought all actors in the film did a excellent job they emotionally connected to the film, although very few went on to act in other films I would have loved to see other work by some of the actors like April L. Hernandez. The soundtrack of the movie also played a huge part, there was no time that the music was out of place or that I thought a different song should have been played. Another important part was when Erin Gruwell brought in a tupac song to try to relate to the kids and they fought back and said "you can't teach us tupac", a very emotional moment that brought them closer together.

Overall I think this review has a great message that not just teens but people of all ethnicity's can get along.

The Final Destination

I choose to read the movie review of the movie The Final Destination because I thought it was a horrible movie. I enjoy the movie review though because it was relatively accurate, I've seen the movie and was extremely disappointed. Eric D. Snider was flat out honest. Some good points he had were that in The Final Destination had the exact storyline as every other Final Destination. Main character has a premonition, everybody dies in premonition, saves friends, all survivors die in the same order as his premonition. Repetitive? yes, very.

He also draws attention to the fact that the characters have no family, jobs, or other friends. Which is odd yes? I overall enjoyed the movie review because he was sarcastic and funny. Pointed out all the flaws but then again all the better parts of the movie, as few as they may be. To read the review click here.

How To Get The Truth Out Of Somebody

Doesn't it just drive you up the wall when somebody blatantly lies to you. Looking you in the eye and refusing to tell you the truth. If you really need to get the truth out of them, you play it cool, act like there is nothing wrong. Then convince them to lay on the floor, on there back. Once there laying down you sit on there hips ands take consecutive 3 inch punches after every punch you say "Are you ready to tell me the truth" if they say no, continue. They will eventually get tired and admit the truth.

The Painter

After 64 years on this planet my body is withered, liver spots freckle my arms and face. My hair frail as the most primitive of dolls, the arthritis I've neglected to look after strikes my hands stiff. The puppet master to the soul fossil like remains of my life. Painting.

As I sit here in my regular coffee shop. I am tortured by spite as I watch today's youth carve their names easily, painlessly, into the circular wooden tables. Although there is an anomaly in the comparison of I and them, the four great rosewood chairs embracing there wooden table, are all occupied. Here it is just I. Just I and my disintegrated dismembered dreams, hopes and ambitions.

I once was a recognizable painter, respected in my field. I could paint ten, twenty compositions a day. None in which entailed any thought, just painting for my feeling. My own understanding on how good I was, may have been my greatest downfall. People used to travel to see my work, from all over the world people would walk in and drop there checkbook for any thing marked with my name. My name was seldom required though, everybody recognized it as mine easily buy the vivid blues and reds covering every canvas. The artistic world at that time depended souly on me, I was sure.

The letter came in the mail on a Tuesday, I thought I had it all in my hands. The world was mine, this was nothing but a confirmation letter to my priory established beliefs. A gala in my honour, most people would be counting their blessings, and praying to god that they wouldn't, they just couldn't lose this all, Me? no.

"Why would they have waited this long to honour I? I've been unsurpassable for years!" I bellowed scornfully. Acknowledgement and gracefulness were a untaught lesson to me, astonishing for a man of my stature not to comprehend the most basic of moral beliefs. None the less, I was delighted to go, as much as it did agitate me that it was only happening now.


The night of the gala, Jilian, who now seems to haunt me as the most devine of angels, she took so long. It must be understandable to you? I myself can not, but somebody I'm sure does. I don't know how I questioned her importance, she wore my ring, and was carrying my child. But it was always I, exclusive focus was always mine. You have to understand why I would leave her home, to drive herself. The time she took to get ready was time I spent watching my clock tick, seconds to her execution.


Charles Jeantaud did not create the limousine to be ridden in alone, although that night it was. The family car was reliable, a 5 minute drive would be fine, the snow was only light. My discretion low. Pregnant women just don't drive.


Today in this coffee shop I have a revelation, the future has no promise because we remember the past greater then it was, and the present less then it is. I want to share my thoughts with the adolescents who share the room with me. But I guess, its just a lesson you have to learn yourself.