#9 Acknoledge writing is hard

Now I use to be a talented rapper when I was growing up but it wasn't easy. I have 2 first place trophies from Proctor Center Talent Show. The only thing that always got to me was trying to write my music. Grammar and lyrics are difficult when it comes to writing the type of music I wrote. I had to write the type of music that would reflect on what kind of rapper I was. So I started off just scribble scrabble writing, not making any since. So I kept starting over. I wanted my music to have a message in it, I didn't just want to rap about anything. So what made me get the hang of it was when I started writing about my life and all my past history. It was still kinda hard because it was certain words I couldn't say or use in my raps so, I spent lots of time editing my music. The main thing I found hard about writing was trying to stick to one subject. I think my english class is easier than writing music. But as the time went on I learned how to bounce around and still stay focused on my main point. I have all these ideas floating through my mind even now as I'm writng this blog and sometimes I just get caught up and just write, write, write. I learned from people with experience how to do it correct. Simple as the name of a song would be based on what I would write about.Beginning, middle and ending. It's just like what they teach in class. Have your main idea and lots of supporting details and have it organized so people can understand your point. I wish I would have known this back then, but hey I'm not complaining, we learn something new almost everyday!

Freestyle Narrative

This is from Lil Marty's point of view.
Wow! Were in the heck am I and what's all the darn screaming about?
Now I think I'm going to cry, might as well. Why is it so bright and would someone please tell me where am I. It's so cold out here. And why do these people have mask on, they all look weird. Then the doctors pass lil Marty to me.
Who in the hell are you? I'm smiling looking at him. He says dad. I say what's up boy I'm your father! Then he says whose the chick, must be my mom. We take Marty to another room to get him cleaned up. Hey where are you taking me? Mom, Mom, Mom this is unwanted physical contact. So he's just fussing away. So we get him cleaned up and weight him and what not, on the way to the delivery room he goes. Why am I in here, are you guys plan on leaving me? Dad? Dad? Why don't he answer me? O well I'm tired I'm gonna get some shut eye till my old man comes back around. Later that Day.....
I'm crying ladies aren't ya gonna pick me up? So the nurse brings Marty to our room where Britteny is still in pain. Hello Baby! Did you miss me? Ooo, Shes hot. Hey dad, do we all get to sleep in the same bed? Who is all these ugly people pressing their dry lips upon my gorgeous cheeks. Stop get away, If u don't stop I'm going to cry, that's it. Then lil Marty starts crying. So I picked him up and rocked him to sleep after feeding him a bottle and the rest of the family left one by one.

#46 Achieved my hopes & dreams came true

Well I'm not a big dreamer, but I always had hope. But my point is I always hoped for a change for the better. The only problem I never really had anything to change for. So time past and I was in a loving relationship with Britteny. It started off she was 14 and I was 16. We were together for a couple years and we lived together and even went to school together. She wasn't only my soulmate, she was my best friend. But as the time went by, I always hoped that we can have a child. She wasn't really in agreement because we wasn't in no situation to be raising a child. I didn't argue back, we just said if it happens we just needed to be prepared. So I hoped and prayed and it finally happened. We didn't even know she was pregnaunt and we wouldn't have known if she didn't go to planned parent hood for a six month check up. So it was a shock to the both of us because by the time we found out, she was already 8 weeks. I didn't care because I was so happy and it was so much to be done with little time. But we did everything we was suppose to do and eventually she had little Marty. That was like the major turning point in my life, I can't even explain the feeling that came over me. But it seems like when I had my son it helped me grow up. It changed me for the better and me knowing I had a family at home I could no longer run the streets because she needed me there with her. But basically having my child made my hopes and dreams come true because his birth guided my spirit in a totally different direction

#27 Recalling Judgement

I'm going to start with the first day of school. I met a very special person that day but I didn't realize how special she was to me. It may have been because I had a long night without any sleep, but I seen her and didn't have any good thought's. I remember starring at her and putting my head down. But the next day, I greeted her and we introduced eachother to the class together for a introduction. Now I didn't mean to cast judgement, but I'm the type of person that go with my first instinct. It's just I was wrong about this person and the more we hang out and spend time together I see the real her. I don't know it's just so easy to get attached to a lovable person like her, she's my sweetheart. We still bring up the first time we met and talk about our encounter but, she's the boss and I wouldn't want to disappoint her. Were close and we spend alot of time together if she not at work or going to church. That was another surprise to me because she don't look religious. She bossy too, but I like it because it fits with her personality she so kind and sweet hearted it leaves me no choice but to love her because who she really is and not what I thought about her. Well, I never would of guessed it, but with her I learn something new everyday. I'll invest my love, patience and time with her and see what happens. Don't worry she's a great positive person maybe it will rub off on me. I really like her and to think the first day I met her I felt like I hated her for no reason, but wish me luck because were happy and enjoying every moment we spend together!

# 30 Longest time I've gone without sleeping

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 16 and in the rat race.I literally stayed up for 5 days strait. I was determined to what I was doing. I wasn't very smart back then because staying up that long didn't pay off. I was driving my car and I blacked out behind the wheel. It was in the newspapers years ago. I woke up in the hospital months later. I was in a coma but the crazy part is that I didn't remember anything. My mom had told me what happened. I remember bits and pieces of what happened but not anymore. I learned my lesson though, I try to get much rest as possible because our bodies will shut themselves down. Now the longest I would stay up is only 2 days without rest because I'm not trying to commit suicide. But I'm not young and dumb anymore, I know better.

#17 The 1st time I defied my Parents

The first time I defied my parents I was about 13 going on 30. I did my chores like a normal child and by that, I mean sometimes half doing them just to go and hang out with friends. But I did them on regular bases and it's the friday that my mom was suppose to pay me. So she comes home from work and the house is spotless, I do my best on payday. So I let her shower and do her regular before I bugged her about my money. She was so relaxed, to the point she fell asleep. It left me no choice but to wake her and I kindly said, pay up. She must of looked at me like I was crazy and went back to sleep. So me being 13, I snatched her covers off her to make her get up. She had an attitude of course but I didn't care I did to because she haven't paid me yet. That led to a huge argument so I left but not empty handed, I took her car keys. I didn't go back home that night. She thought I had ran away so she called the police and they picked me up from a friends house about 3 am. She whopped the black off me and eventually took her keys back but, I laugh the whole time because she gave me my money. I didn't want to be rude or disrespectful, but I didn't want to let my mom play me. The crazy part is shes the person who taught me to stand up for what I believe in and to always speak my mind. So I honestly think she tried to go on me because in the end she still had to pay me. So sometimes you have to stand up against your parents because their not always right just because their our parents.

#42 If I could script the plot for my dream

If I had a choice of what I could dream about tonight I'd dream about me in 20 years. I would be married with children and already successful. By this time little Marty would have children, so that would make me a grandfather. I would have my C.W.I. in the welding field. I would be living in my dream house that I designed and built. I would have a great reputation of what I did for a living and I would have mad respect because of the type of person I was and how I caried myself. In my dream I would be sitting in front of my 68 inch plasma watching my son play in the Super Bowl. I see myself with a cold Budlight with my favorite uncle, Dee right next to me and he's ten years older than me now so I could imagine him 20 years from now. In my garage would be a Bentley Rolls Royce that I dearly cherish more than my wife and a couple more collectables I picked up throughout the uprise of my career. My wife would be a few years younger than me and would also have a career. She would always step in front of the t.v. so I had it hung on the wall so she could annoy me while I was watching the game.But pretty much I guess you can say I'm living happily ever after. Hopefully one day this dream comes true!

Reflection of Descriptive Paper

First I started off just brainstorming ideas that would be easy and specific to write about. I spun a web in the studio and ran with my ideas, building off memories. It took me about a week to work on my descriptive paper. I must of wrote it six times before I got it right. Some pieces I’ve added and the not so important parts I’ve removed. As I remember more details of my son birth, the more my story will come alive and let my readers feel as if they were actually were in that hospital room with me. I choose this topic because it was personal but a positive effect in which I’m trying to capture the attention of my readers. It was an experience of a life time and not everyone has children, so I thought it would be great to share my experience. So hopefully my readers are going to capture the moment and get caught up in it, just as I did witnessing the birth of my son.
My draft even went well. I learned from Lionel and I learned from myself after I read out loud. So upon completion of my paper, I’ll be adding more sensory details to make it more interesting without changing the subject. Overall it’ll be a powerful description to all who reads it because it demands the attention of all types of readers and learners, besides that it’s interesting and it makes your mind soar.

#69 Reveal Secret Of Friend Being A Liar

First off, I always been good at noticing when someone is lieing.I can tell how they speak and by the body language a person use. The funny part is the people that lie so much actually try to convince themselves as there telling the lie just to make it sound interesting. That makes me laugh so hard.Then the entire time someone is telling a lie they talk to you looking down.So they automatically give themselves up because they don't even make eye-to-eye contact through out the whole conversation. Then if your like me you pay attention to the small stuff. For instance, some people only tell half of the truth, but as soons as they see they got your attention they start making up a story as they go along. That's crazy they are not Steven King so I don't fall for the bull. Then you have the dramatic liars who you would just walk off on because their stories are so farfetched you can't stand to listen to any more of it. I've also meet people that try to lie just to make themselves feel good. I'm not mad at them because if it makes them happy good, but sometimes they have to face the facts. A lie is a lie but someone who lies to themselves and actually believe their own lie, they have social issues. Then you have a liar that lie to people to avoid hurting their feelings. If I had to choose I can honestly say this is the type of liar I'd be. For example, when my girl friend was pregnaunt with my son, she'd get all dressed up and ask me how do she look or was she to big to wear a certain shirt. Now I be smiling in my head thinking she know darn well but I don't want her to cry so I say sweety even though your pregnaunt you make that look good, but when she go into the other room I laugh because I really thought she looked like a stuffed pink elephant, but I'm sure this will be our little secret.

My 1st Brush With Danger

I'd say I was ten or eleven when me and danger encountered each other. It was about 150 pounds of pure muscle with razor sharp teeth. My older brother had just picked me up from school. So were walking up an alley taking a short cut home and out of no where, there it was. A massive pitbull starring us down like lunch meat growling. I was so scared if I was a snake I would have shed my skin. My brother told me to stand still. But I refused because the dog looked as if he was a professional poker player ready to checkmate us. So before he could make his move I launched my book bag into his face and ran like Forest Gump. I knew since he was bigger and faster than me that I had to think quick. So instead of trying to out run him, I out smarted him by leaping onto the back of someones pick up truck that happened to be parked in the alley. It was an adrenaline rush I can never forget. My heart was pounding like it was a concert inside my chest. But when I jumped on the back of that truck I felt invincible. People heard us in the alley and called the pound and that was how we escaped from being chewed on like rag dolls. It was man vs. beast and I won. It was like a game of cat and mouse, but more like muscles vs. brains. me and my brother still talk about that even till this day.