12/20-12/24 What? Love?

What is love? According to Google, love is a strong positive emotion of regard and affection. I guess that is legit. I remember watching The Notebook a couple years ago. These two people were madly in love but they were young. The girl’s father said that they don’t know what love is. According to Google though, love is a strong…blah blah blah. Well, I think people have different definitions of love. Some people don’t believe in love, while others think that love is the only reason why people exist. To me love is a feeling you get when you like someone as more than just friends. It’s when you can trust someone, respect someone, care for someone and never regret anything. Love is definitely when you trust someone with your heart. You trust them to never drop it and break it. Love is a very powerful word. I don’t say it unless I mean it. I actually think that someone can love more than one person as more than a friend. I know that’s like against the love code or whatever, but when you really think about it, there is always that one person that treats you better than the person before. I’ll do an example if that didn’t make sense. Let’s say that I had a boyfriend, which I do. His name is Tommy. Alright, now let’s just say that I meet this guy Brad or something like that. Brad and I hang out and become best friends. Then again we kind of like each other more than just friends, but I’m still with Tommy. See, this is what I mean. You can be with someone, and fall in love with someone else. It doesn’t mean that you grew bored of the person, maybe Brad just made me feel more special than Tommy did. This is kind of weird. Anyways, don’t have Google define the meaning of love. I believe it’s up to the person to think what love is really like and how it really feels.

12/20-12/24 The Herter's.

Hmmm….I’m thinking about writing about my family. I was born into a HUGE family. I have five brothers and two sisters. Mainly I only have four brothers and two sisters. My oldest brothers passed away when he was only fourteen from Muscular Dystrophy. I never knew him. Michael is the next oldest. He is twenty-eight…I think…and has a wife and two daughters. They will be having a son soon. I’m so excited. Lol. Brian doesn’t really have a life. He’s twenty-six…I think…and lives with our Unky. Unky really stands for uncle, but I’ve always called my Uncle Andy, Unky since I could talk. Anyways, Sara is now twenty-one and she also has no life. She’s also always getting crunk…so yea, point made. Mono will be nineteen soon. He’s actually doing something with his life. He wants to be a music teacher which I think is really cool. He was always the music type. Markus will be graduating this year. He is becoming a pharmacist…I think…Finally, this is where I come in. I’m a junior if people didn’t know that. I’m number seven in this family. I want to become an author and I actually want to do something with my life. Crystal is number eight. She is a freshman this year. I do believe she wants to be a math teacher because she is so good at it. Seriously, she kicks my butt at math and I’m older than her. I was raised by my father Michael and…um…her…Karen. Karen left in the beginning of this year…blah blah blah. My dad on the other hand, is the best person I have ever met in my life. He is handsome, cuddly, hilarious, loving and he is single. Lol. He seriously is the most caring and bravest person in the world. The moment someone meets him they fall in love with his personality. No one hates my father. It’s not possible. But anyways, that’s my family. I hate them sometimes, but I can’t live without them.

12/20-12/24 BFFLS!!

For my first random blog I will write about my best friend. It’s pretty obvious who she is, Caitlin Whelchel. I remember when I first talked to her. It was back in sixth grade. We were both friends with this evil girl. I won’t name names. Anyways, the evil girl was talking about Caitlin behind her back. I didn’t want that happening because I actually care about people’s feelings. I told Caitlin what she was saying and from there Cait and I became besties. She invited me to her birthday party. We started talking and starting freshman year that’s when we became lovers. Lol….just kidding. But seriously, my house became her home since her house kind of burned down. She was going through some rough times and I took her in as if she was my own sister or whatever. She slept over almost like every day and we legitimately became inseparable. I was able to trust her with everything I said to her. If I didn’t want her telling someone what I have said, she would listen to me. When I was having problems with my family earlier this year she was there for me. It makes me happy knowing that she will always be there for me. We have fought a lot, but we always make up. I also learn some things from being friends with her. I forget sometimes how rude I can be. Recently I called her something bad and I really regret calling her that. It really hurt her and at first I just thought she was over reacting, but in the end it really hurt her because I didn’t feel it from the side that she was on…if that makes sense. I also remembered that evil girl saying that she wanted to give Cait a makeover. I stepped in and told Cait face to face that she was gorgeous just the way she is. I don’t want her to change at all because I love her and nothing will ever change that.

12/13-12/17 Thank you.

I’ve learned a lot about myself as a writer while taking this class. I’m not as creative as I thought I was when it came to the blogs or coming up with different articles for the Bulldog. It was hard trying to come up with non-violent stuff to write about because that’s what I normally write about when it comes to my stories. My writing process is the same with pretty much the way I write my stories. I just write. I don’t plan anything. If I do plan on what I’m going to write it won’t be as creative. I don’t know why I think that, but it just happens. I like to write about my life, music or violent stuff. My life is pretty interesting when you get to know me. I love music and the type of music I listen to describes my life. The way my life has been the past 16 years got me interested in violent stuff if that makes sense. I don’t like writing about stuff that doesn’t have to do with the stuff I like. Plenty of the blogs I hated because they were stupid. No offense Mr. Currin, but I just hated the ones that we had to write about someone else. I’m more into insulting people than complimenting them. When it came to Nate Bailey and Nate Zobrest’s blogs I really just wanted to say stuff that wasn’t appropriate. But anyways, this class has really changed my ways of writing. I’ve learned a lot with the titles of things. Like whether they need to be italicized or put in quotes or whatever. I really didn’t know anything about that. I’ve really enjoyed this class mainly because of you, Mr. Currin. You’ve made this class fun and I wish I could take it again. You’ve helped me with my writing skills.

12/13-12/17 I am Beautiful.

According to Google, beauty is the qualities that give pleasure to the senses. I somewhat agree to that. Beauty is pleasurable, and I don’t mean that in a sexual way. I mean in a good way. Beauty is good. Beauty is better than ugliness. When I look at a person I don’t judge them on looks. I judge them on how they treat me as a human being. If someone treats someone as if they were some piece of trash I categorize that person as an ugly human being. They are ugly on the inside and on the outside. If someone treats a person as if they really matter in the world they are beautiful. I know some ugly people and I know some beautiful people. My sister is beautiful because she is innocent. She respects every single person that she meets and she doesn’t judge a single person. If she meets someone that disrespects her she finds them ugly. I know a lot of ugly people. I won’t name names, but I will talk about them right now. I know this one person who disrespects every single person he talks to. If I was having a bad day he wouldn’t care. He would just make my day worse by telling me something that I didn’t want to know or he would just say the most ridiculous stuff just to hurt me even more. He is ugly. Another person who I find ugly is someone who mostly ruined my life. I couldn’t be happy with her around. She is the ugliest person alive right now. I am beautiful. I tell the truth. I don’t judge people unlike her. It hurts to see that there are more than some ugly people in my life. There are ugly people everywhere. People should be beautiful. This world should be beautiful, but it’s not.

12/13-12/17 love ♥

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII by: Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,  

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:  

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,  

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries  

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,  

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose  

from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,  

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,  

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,  

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

I like this poem because how it expresses one love towards someone else. It’s so specific on how she loves this certain person. My favorite line is “I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.” That one really explains how I love people or things. I don’t understand why I love them I just do. I don’t understand love in the first place. Is it a feeling? Is it something you do? I don’t get it. To tell you the truth I have my own definition of love rather than googling it and what not. I figured it out on my own. People have different feelings with love and some people take love seriously others don’t. Love is serious to me. I’ve been hurt a lot in my life by my loved ones. If you do hurt me I don’t love you anymore.  Love is a strong word so I don’t say it if I don’t mean it. I like this poem because the person means it. They express themself as if they were in love. It makes me feel happy when I read it and I really need that happiness right now.

12/6-12-10 This is stupid.

One Sunday afternoon I decided to sit outside my house and listen to the birds chirp. Yea, I listen to the birds chirp, don’t hate.  I then knew I was going to regret that the moment this small gnome came over to me and started to talk. I sighed angrily as he started to talk about what was really going on in the world. To tell you the truth I could really care less about the earth and what is going on in it. I zoned out and nodded my head as if I was listening. It’s what I do when I don’t really want to listen. I looked at the red pointy hat that was the size of his small little body. His plaid shirt was tucked into his brown shorts. But his beard covered most of that. He continued to talk about the problems in his life and what Mrs. Horton really did when Mr. Horton left the house for work. I rolled my eyes and sighed out loud yet he still didn’t leave. I got up from the porch and went behind my house. He followed me. I went into to my garden shed and tried to find something that would get rid of the damn gnome. First of all I was a little creeped out because gnomes aren’t supposed to talk. Second of all, they shouldn’t be moving. Third of all, well I was just totally annoyed. I looked behind my lawn mower and grabbed the sludge hammer that was hanging on the wall. I turned around and raised the sludge hammer and brought it down hard, smashing the gnome in millions of pieces. There…that’s my blog about that gnome. That is the last time I blog about a gnome.

12/6-12-10 The floor is hot lava!

I grew up with a lot of siblings. We have very different imaginations and what not. When we played games or if we ever made up games they would be very weird. When Pinky and Nate said that the floor was hot lava yesterday during class that really brought memories back from my childhood. Markus, Mono and I would always play that game when we were little. If we wanted to go from one place to another we had to use blankets or pillows and lay them on the floor and use them as stones or something like that. It was really funny because Mono would sometimes cheat and say that he has his lava resistant boots on. The rules were to not step on the ground or else you would die. Lol. We would play this for hours and the moment someone forgot that we were even playing, we would start over. I remember dad coming out of his room and being so mad because there would stuff all over the floor that he just cleaned. Another game we played was hide and go seek in the dark. We would play either inside or outside. Inside was funny because I was so bad at playing. I went into the bathroom to hide and I went to hide behind the door and all crystal heard was the squeaking of the door. I started to laugh really loud and Crystal was like, “Well I know where Katie is…” I couldn’t stop laughing. I love playing little games like that. It was definitely the highlight of my childhood.

12/6-12-10 Tommy Pickles ♥

My favorite childhood television show would have to be either Catdog or Rugrats or perhaps Ed, Edd n’ Eddy.  It’s hard to choose because I loved every one of these shows and I watched them every single day. Catdog was usually the first thing I watched in the morning. I actually laughed at the stupid-ness of Dog. They canceled that show though, and that made me really sad because I was in love with it. Rugrats was definitely the cutest show I’ve ever seen. I just remember Tommy Pickles saying, “A baby’s gotta do what a baby’s gotta do.” My favorite character from that show was Chuckie. I loved him so much. Lol. I can remember all the episodes. I used to wake up so early in the morning and watch it. I was a nerd for that show. Another show that I just completely love is Ed, Edd n’ Eddy.  That show was so damn funny. I would laugh out loud whenever I watched it. I still watch this show actually when it’s on. I love the jawbreakers that they would just die for in the show. Whenever I went out with my dad when I was little I would beg him to buy jawbreakers so I could be just like Ed, Edd and Eddy. I thought that my cheek would be that huge like how theirs were in the show. When they put the jawbreaker in their mouth their cheek would be huge! I always wished that mine would be just like that. Haha. I love memories.

11/29-12/3 Art?...

To me art is something from your heart. Art is something that is made from the heart that expresses our true feelings. It expresses who we are as a person. When you look at a painting or a drawing that someone made, you can sometimes read their personality. Writing is also art to me. If someone writes a story, it also expresses themselves and you can also read their personality too. I am a writer and people read my stories and wonder what the hell is wrong with me because of the stuff I write about. I have two sides and people always see both. I can be a very happy person, but I can also be very violent and troublesome. When I write, I let all my anger out. For being a teenager, I have a lot of anger to let out. That is why I have very violent stories. But, my writing is art to me because it comes from my heart. When people paint and draw they concentrate and they make sure that everything is perfect and it looks great. Everyone I met that draws or paints, says that they make it from their heart. Sometimes people don’t really have to make it from their hearts. They could just draw or paint and they call it art. But I wouldn’t call it art. Songs can also be art. Writing lyrics is very tough. I listen to rap sometimes and the best rapper I know is Eminem. He writes songs as if they were stories from his life. Most of them are stories about his life. That is coming from his heart. That is art. All of his songs I love because he doesn’t rap about stupid stuff. He raps about life. He raps about his mistakes and how that has changed his life. That is definitely art.

11/29-12/3 My Final Words.

Dear Diary,                                                               January 14, 1962

It is day three with being stranded here. I’m not exactly stranded though; I would just rather not leave. I’m on top of this huge ice cliff. Two days ago, I lost my husband. We were walking along the ice shelf and we didn’t see what was before us. He fell. He fell into this opening in the ice shelf. I lost him. He was sucked into this hole that ran over a hundred feet into the ice. He drowned. He always told me that his worst fear was drowning. He said that he would rather be murdered than drowned. God, I lost my whole life the moment he was sucked into that hole. We just got married a couple months ago. We didn’t even start the family we dreamed of yet. I didn’t know what to do. He was gone before I could even say, “I love you.”  I screamed. I screamed his name over and over again thinking that he could hear me, but he couldn’t. His ears, his mouth, his nose was rushing with water. I’m thinking while I sit here and write these words. I’m thinking about what my life would be like without Andrew. Maybe I should jump in also. I can’t be without him. I wouldn’t be able to go on with my life after I get back home. I’d be alone. I wouldn’t be able to live the same way. I can’t toss away our marriage as if it was nothing. What am I supposed to tell his parents or my parents? How would both our families react?  These may be the last words I ever write because I am going to jump into that hole. I am going to be with my husband forever. One day someone will find this book, my diary. Share it with the world if you’d like. I don’t really care. I’m dead.

Sincerely,

May Holiday

11/29-12/3 RAWR!

I chose the one of the tiger because it reminds me of my puppy Miley. Miley is a New Finland. She’s about five months right now and almost seventy pounds. She’s black and white; usually New Finland’s are all black. She is a very doofy puppy. When I say doofy, I pretty much mean stupid. She always has her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Sometimes when she looks at you she just stares like she doesn’t know what’s going on. She is quite stupid, but she is so damn cute. She actually started purring one time when i was rubbing her stomach. I think she has her noises mixed up. This picture makes me feel happy. The first thing I did when I looked at this picture was smile. The way the tiger looks surprised is kind of funny. I have never seen a picture like this before. I’m also pretty sure that this tiger is as big as Miley…and she is still growing. Another reason why I chose this picture was because it’s very pretty. I love animal pictures because well, I love animals. I don’t like owning them, but I still love them. When I look at the picture I get a relaxed feeling. The picture is being taken in the shade. When I think of shade I think of coolness and perhaps a breeze. I like violent pictures also, lol, but not when dealing with animals. I hate when people hurt animals and treat them as if they were nothing. In this picture this tiger is happy and is having fun. I love it when animals are like that. I love funny animal pictures. There hilarious to look at. Another thing I love about this picture is the way the colors go together. It’s not a painting, but the way the colors just collaborate is just so pretty. Normally green and orange don’t go together but in this picture they go perfectly together.

11/22-11/26 “Fear builds walls.”

To me this statement reminds me of love for some reason. It’s kind of like you have a wall up because you don’t want to open up to people. You have a fear of opening up to people. I don’t like opening up to people because I’m so used to people just leaving me and never coming back. Even if you promise that you’ll never leave…I don’t believe you until you prove that. It’s the same way with love. I’ve had my heart broken plenty of times. Each time my heart is broken it’s harder to open up to the next person I meet. I have a fear of my heart being broken again so I put this wall up and I don’t let anyone go through. This statement can also mean fear in general. You don’t want to do anything because you’re afraid you’ll get hurt or you might fail at something. So you put this wall up and pretend that you’re in your own little world.  You don’t let anyone tell you what to do. Or you don’t let people even talk to you to have you change your mind about something. I know some people like that. You try to tell them to change their mind and they shut you out like you’re some alien or something like that. Sometimes I’m like this because I want to do want I want to do. I don’t want people telling me what to do, but it’s not out of fear. It’s just because I don’t like people telling me what to do.

11/22-11/26 >.> sigh...

The Top Ten Things About Nate Zobrest

1.       Rather tall.

2.       He was a red head but is now blonde.

3.       Hangs out way to much with Mono.

4.       Hangs out with Markus.

5.       Has a very low voice.

6.       Talks about Mono a lot.

7.       Is in love with Mono.

8.       Is clearly obsessed with Mono.

9.       Hmmm…he is my editor for Online Publishing.

10.   He also has a little brother that is as tall as he is.

As you can see…I have nothing to know about this Nate man. All I know is that Mono and him are secretly lovers…

11/15-11/19 Meh...holidays....

I don’t have a favorite holiday. When I was growing up we did celebrate everything but somehow they were always ruined. I don’t look forward to any holidays anymore. I could actually care less about them. I don’t want to sound like a negative person but holidays are useless. I am an atheist so to me Christmas doesn’t mean anything to me. I don’t ask for much. Like for this year I want a typewriter…yea…a typewriter. My family though, still celebrates it because they have different beliefs. Another thing is that for my birthday I don’t care for also. It’s not a holiday but we still celebrate it. I don’t ask for much for that day either. We actually don’t have to celebrate it all, but my dad buys me stuff anyways. Thanksgiving is about food…cool. I eat large amounts of food ever day so Thanksgiving isn’t real to me. New Years Eve and day…really? Do we seriously have to celebrate another boring year? All of those small one day holiday things that we don’t have vacations on I’m cool with those because we don’t have school. Also, they are not over celebrated. For my family though we actually celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. day. We’re ridiculous like that. I can go into further details there but some people might find it racist and I don’t want that to happen.  Halloween on the other hand is pretty legit. I love going out and getting candy. After that I might go to the movies or just stay home and watch movies with my friends and siblings. I’m a creepy person when it comes to this holiday. I wish that it would rain blood. Yes, rain blood. Now, that would be a real Halloween. That would definitely make it scary and set the mood for that day. Other than that I don’t really care for holidays. Then again is Halloween even a holiday? We don’t even get school off for it yet it’s still important somehow.

11/15-11/19 That "Guy"

To me winning isn’t really important. When I think about the meaning of winning I always think about sports and think about the scores. The person with the higher score at the end of the game is the winner. Well, I could really care less. If I was playing a sport or something like that I would probably care more about winning and what not, but since I don’t play sports because I’m lazy I don’t care about winning. Another thing that I think about when the word winning pops into my mind is gambling or just games in general. I’d rather lose because of the way people get when they win. You always have that one guy that is so damn cocky you just want to punch them in the face. During gym you always have that guy that takes the game so seriously. It’s like hello…this is gym…it’s not real. Just thinking about someone like that kind of makes me mad. Maybe if I was playing to win money or a new car or something serious like that…then I would like to win. I never want to be that “guy.” I’d rather die before that day comes. I play games and stuff like that to have fun. If I lose…well I lose. It’s not a big deal for me. I’ve lost more than I’ve won in my life. I’m used to losing. I’m not that type of loser that whines about it. That is also annoying. If I lose I just tell myself to work or try harder the next time. I always tell myself that. I never give up. I also tell people that. If we lose a game in gym or something like that I always tell them, “Good job” or “Nice try.” It makes them feel good, well at least it makes me feel good when people say it. Winning isn’t a big deal. If I tried at all, that’s winning to me.

11/15-11/19 Thank you!

I am thankful for many things. I’m thankful for having such a great family. Even though we’ve been through a ton of stuff this past year, we held together and got through it. I’m also thankful for Caitlin Whelchel. I am so happy that I have a best friend that I can go to for anything. She knows all my deep dark secrets and she knows how not to tell anyone. She’s a sister to me and without her I don’t know what I would be like now. I would probably be some evil person because she brings the good out of me.  Just thinking about me being evil kind of scares me, yea I don’t like that. I’m also thankful for Tayelor Sero and her family. Her mom has taken me in as if I was her own. My mom never really hugged me or told me that she loved me. When it comes to Tayelor’s mom, I get hugs and kisses all the time. Her home is my home. I love the feeling when I walk through those open doors and into the arms of my new mom. It feels right. She’s not married to my dad…but she is still my mom. I don’t know what I would be like without her also. Without my friends and family I could see myself being some evil person. I’m happy with the way my life is now. Of course I have some ups and downs but I have people to go to for all of that and then I’m back to my normal self. I am very thankful for every single person in my life. I wouldn’t be the same without them. Another person I’m thankful for is my bestest friend Emily Matos. She doesn’t go to Alden. She lives in Connecticut…but that doesn’t mean she can’t be my best friend. When I can’t go to my family or other friends here, I can go to her. She also knows many secrets about me and things I’ve done that I’ve regretted and she doesn’t judge me on that. When I was going through some rough spots she was there for me with open arms. Thank you.

11/8-11/12 {2pac's Alive}

“We gotta make a change. It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive.”

                                                                                -2pac

This great quote is from 2pac’s song “Changes.” I like this quote because we have to change things around here to make things better for the present and future. We have people saying that we need to make changes, but instead of just saying it we should get a move on it. This may have been from a song, but it says a lot. 2pac’s alive.

“Even though we’ve lost someone, it doesn’t mean that has to stop us. We have to move on and be strong.”

                                                                                -Michael Herter (my father)

When my mom first left, we didn’t know what exactly was going on. We soon found out that she did move on out of all of our lives. My dad was always there for us and he still is. He said that quote a month after she left. We are stronger than ever and even though my mother has left, we have moved on and we didn’t let anything stop us.

“If you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your hopes.”

-St. Clement of Alexandra

This quote I pretty much just googled, but it says a lot. I don’t know how to say this but I hope a lot about things. I hope to grow old with a family. I hope to never run out of money to the point that I’m homeless or something like that. I hope to be the best mother I can be. If I hope I can perhaps find more than what I hoped for and that’s what this quote says.

 

11/8-11/12 Honkers McGee?!

If I could have lunch with three people living or deceased they would be my brother Donald, Andy Sixx and Honkers McGee. I’m going to get really serious for the first person I’m going to talk about. My brother Donald died when he was really young from an allergic reaction to something. I wasn’t born yet so I don’t know anything about him. If he was alive right now he would be 32. I would want to sit down with him and actually get to know him. Sometimes I just sit alone and think about what he was a like. Nobody in my family talks about him so it’s hard to find things out about him. If I was with him face to face I’m pretty sure he would tell me something’s about himself. The second person I would have lunch with is Andy Sixx. He is the lead singer of Black Veil Brides. He is so damn hot. I would do anything to have lunch with him. He’s almost like a hero to me. I love all his music, his voice and his looks. He’s an awesome person. The third person is Honkers McGee. He doesn’t really exist. He is just some one that Cait and I made up, but seriously it would be awesome to have lunch with that man. He’s gay, with a top hat with a molest-stash. He almost looks like the Monopoly guy but a lot younger and has better taste in clothing. Out of the three of these people it’s easy to choose who I want to have lunch with the most. My family comes first before anything or anyone.

11/8-11/12 OM NOM!!!!

My family usually celebrates Thanksgiving together. We wake up early to make breakfast and to watch Macy’s Thanksgiving parade. After we make breakfast we usually start dinner and work on it until two p.m. While we wait for dinner to be done we play Apples to Apples. My whole family plays except for my grandma. She just sits back and watches. That’s the only game we usually play because we are really inappropriate when we play it which makes it fun. Sometimes one of us ends up pissed because Sara or Mono says something offensive. Yea…that pretty much sounds right.  After dinner I usually do the dishes and we just sit around the table and talk about anything. We put the food away for tomorrow because that’s when we usually have left overs for the next couple days. I love holidays like this because hearing my family laugh and have a great time is what makes me happy. I wish we had holidays like this all the time.  Around seven or something like that we have desert which is pumpkin pie that my grandma made. After that we pretty much just pass out because of all the eating we did. On holidays like this we forget about all the problems that we have had or that were having now and we just laugh and have a great time. We block out our problems so they don’t ruin our time. We actually get together and get a long which doesn’t happen much in the Herter house.

11/1-11/5 R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

Respect: to honor or look up to someone as an elder. I know it’s a weird definition, but it’s what I think respect is. I give my father respect because he does a lot for me. He loves me; he takes care of me, and so on. He deserves all the respect I give him and more. Teachers also need respect. They are elders and they are taking their time to teach us and give us an education. Yes they are getting paid to do it, but they also need the respect from their fellow students to keep them going. I don’t respect someone that treats me like garbage. Let me explain that to you. If someone gives me attitude that I don’t deserve, I will not respect you. If someone hurts me either physically or mentally, I will not respect you. If you hurt someone that I love, not only will I hurt you, I will not respect you either. If someone that doesn’t know me gives me a mean look or even tries to judge me for someone that I am not, I will not respect you. What goes around comes around. I respect many people because that’s the right thing to do. There always has to be a reason not to respect someone. Besides trust, respect is very important in a relationship. Without it, I don’t think you have a relationship. It’s how you get along with someone. Easily though, I can lose respect for someone. If I do lose respect for you, you have to do a lot to get my respect back. It won’t be easy.

11/1-11/5 The best author in the world!

My dream job is to be an author. When I was younger though, I wanted to be a masseuse. That all changed because of Markus Magic-Markers Herter. We were standing outside one day playing football and we were talking about zombies for some reason. He looked up at the roof and was like, “We should make a bridge going to the garage so we can escape the zombies if the apocalypse happened.” Of course I was like, “Hell yes!” He told me I should write a story about zombies and what not so I did. I called my first story Zombie Alive. It’s not creative, but after the first one the titles became better. After that I couldn’t stop writing. Soon enough my five page stories turned into full blown novels that were almost 300 pages long. Each story that I wrote ended up getting longer and longer and then it got more detailed. In school I would take writing classes and learn more about punctuation and learn more vocabulary so I can become a better writer. I started writing in seventh grade which was in 2007 and I’ve been writing ever since. I plan on writing for the rest of my life. It’s hard coming up with ideas with each new story, but they keep getting better and I hope they will continue getting better. My friends really support me on writing my stories because they read them and comment on them. I fell in love with writing, and I will stay in love with writing for the rest of my life.

10/25-10/29 Ryan Pinkowski = B.A.

Ryan Pinkowski = B.A.

We all know that Ryan a.k.a. Pinky never gets his blogs done in Online Publishing. This following story will tell you the reason why.  Pinky has a secret job. Now that job will not be secret anymore because I’m about to tell you that job. He kills midgets for a living. Every day he has to kill at least twenty midgets in order to get his cash money from the Wicked Witch of the North to get revenge on Dorothy for killing her two sisters. Besides killing midgets he gardens. He plants roses and tulips in a heart formation on his front lawn for everyone to see. After that he plays hopscotch with his four year friends and listens to the Jonas Brothers. Did I mention that Pinky is a High School Senior? This is what he does every day. He wakes up and starts his day off at the WAK. He has an awesome and delicious breakfast. (The WAK is located on Broadway on the corner of Three Rod where it turns into Sandridge at the street light. Stop in some timeJ.) Then he is off to kill the twenty midgets with a machete and then plants his flowers. To end the day he plays hopscotch while the sun goes down and then goes to bed at eight p.m. while listening to the Jonas Brothers. He is some man right there. I wish I had that same life. Right now I am so jealous because my life is not rushing with excitement like his is. This is the extraordinary life of Ryan Pinkowski. Be jealous. Who wouldn’t be?

10/25-10/29 My Father, My Hero

On Friday when Mr. Currin told us about the blogs I raised my hand and said I didn’t look up to anyone. Lately I haven’t really looked up to anyone because I was afraid if I did look up to someone they would leave me. Recently though I thought about it. I have looked up to the only person who hasn’t left me. My father. My father has been the best person in my life. He is the only man I know who truly has a heart. Many people don’t know this but some of my brothers and my older sister were adopted. My father adopted them. We have the same mother just different fathers. My father is seriously my hero. I’ve never seen someone that has ever cared as much as he has. After my mother left he really stepped it up. He’s the only person I have left. Without him I don’t know what my family would do. Technically I only one sister, but I have five half-brothers and one half sister. My father adopted all of them and they weren’t his. I haven’t seen anyone else do that before. Now that my mother is gone there is a whole different side to him. It might be weird for a woman to look up to a man, but he’s done so much for me. I almost want to cry right now while I write this because he truly does mean everything to me. It was tough for us after my mother left but we moved on and we grew strong. My father took control of the WAK and made it his own. There’s no more negativity in the house. I love my father and I always will. I wish he could just live for infinity because I don’t know what I would do without him on this earth.

10/25-10/29 I'm a B.A.

I have been injured many times in my life. In 6^th grade I was walking down the stairs at Folsomedale Church and I must have missed a step or something because I ended up flying through the air and I landed on my right ankle. My dad took me to the hospital and the doctors said I broke my ankle on both sides. Delicious right? I had a bright pink cast on. My ankle healed and then last year in September I was walking down 3 short steps at my house and I missed one and landed on my ankle again. I ended up injuring it with so many things. I sprained it, chipped the back of my ankle and broke many ligaments. I clearly can’t walk down stairs without hurting myself. I broke the same ankle twice. When I first broke it, the snapping echoed throughout the stairwell at the church. The second time I injured my ankle it sounded like a thick stick was being snapped right in my ear. It was so loud. The only bad thing about breaking my ankle was that it was right in the beginning of the school year so I went to homecoming with a walking cast thing on my ankle. It was horrible but I still enjoyed myself. Another time I hurt myself was back in kindergarten. I think I’m special or something because I would hurt myself just to get out of arts and crafts. I would use scissors and cut the skin off my fingertips just to get out of class. I now see why I love blood. I also chewed on razors when I was younger. Yes I’m a B.A. I just remember sitting in the bath tub and I think I was like four. A firefighter came in and took me out of the bath tub and he was just looking me weird because I was chewing on a razor. Seriously. I’m a B.A.

10/18-10/22 The Real Paranormal Activity

The scariest or creepiest movie I’ve ever seen was Paranormal Activity. It may have been fake, but that stuff can actually happen. I recently wrote an article for The Bulldog about the old house I lived in. It was haunted by a girl. I’ve seen the girl, felt her and heard her. It was almost as if I had another sister because she was that real. I’ve seen real stories about poltergeists. Those things can really happen. That night after I watched Paranormal Activity I pretty much peed myself. I was afraid that I was going to get pulled out of my bed and dragged down the stairs. If you have seen the movie there is a part where the girl (Katie) is pulled out of her bed and dragged through the hallway and is almost pulled into the attic in the ceiling. I was so scared. If I lived in the other house I would have been more afraid because there was actually a ghost there. My old house was extremely creepy. Everywhere I went in my house it always felt as if someone was with me. Almost as if someone was watching my every move. Since this blog is a tad short I’ll talk about another place I have been that was scary. My friend Cait Whelchel lives in this farm house. I went over to her house one time for her birthday. In the middle of the night I looked up because I thought something was near me. I felt an unwanted presence. When I looked up I saw a younger man staring out the window. I thought it was her brother but it wasn’t. He was asleep upstairs. Another time when I was at her house I was standing outside her bedroom when the silhouette of a woman poked around the corner and stared at me. She was older and I only saw half of her face. I ran to Cait’s bed and hid under the covers. I don’t know why, but ghosts seem to be attracted to me.

10/18-10/22 Nate Bailey is the new Michael Myers.

It was fall. The cool breeze blew through the quiet town of Alden, New York. In the woods, there he stood, machete in hand, Nate Bailey. This is where that weird music would start that showed Michael Myers was going to kill someone, but this time it’s Nate Bailey. He hid behind a tree waiting for his next victim. It was the night of Halloween. It was October 31, 2010. The next day it would be November, and the headlines would be all about him. He heard older kids laughing in the distance. Lately those were his victims. Drunk, high kids in the woods. He already killed around five of them tonight. Soon enough that five would turn into ten, and that ten would turn into fifteen. He crouched behind a random bush in the darkness. In the distance he could see the kids sitting around a campfire slurring their words. No one knew that Nate Bailey was the killer that struck every Halloween for the past three years. You would think that kids were smart enough to stay with other people in public instead of stumbling into their own death in the woods, but hey it’s Alden. All their backs were turned from him. He stood up, twisted his neck side to side to crack it and started walking slowly to towards the fire. Nate Bailey was “the boss” so people say. In this case he’s “the killer.” He continued to walk until he was fifteen feet away from the kids. They didn’t even notice he was there. They continued to drink and laugh about nothing.  He walked closer tightening his grip on the machete that would soon pierce the skin of some innocent kid. One kid stood up to walk away to throw up when he walked right into Nate Bailey. The kid squinted his eyes to try to fix his vision, but it was too late. Vision is worthless when you’re dead. Nate Bailey thrusted the machete into the torso of the kid. He watched the kid drop to his knees before he moon walked back into the darkness.  

10/18-10/22 Is Nate Bailey the boss?

I don’t think Nate Bailey is “the boss.” To be the boss means that your “higher” than everyone else. Your place on the earth is to be in charge if you’re the boss. Clearly Nate Bailey is not the boss because I do what I want. The boss is most likely President Barack Obama. He is in control of everyone. I don’t like politics so I don’t really pay attention to what he does. I like my freedom, so when someone is trying to be the boss of me I ignore them. People shouldn’t “boss” me around because then I turn into a bear and rip them apart. I get that from my momma. I don’t really see the point of this blog is because I ran out of what to say in the first couple sentences. I pretty much just rambled in the last few sentences and this is really boring. I actually want to know why people think Nate Bailey is “the boss.” I don’t understand that. I am so getting points taken off this one because it’s going to be short.

10/11-10/15 Best Meal Ever!

I don’t think there really is a best meal ever. Since I have to choose though, I think meatloaf is the best meal ever. With my family we don’t really eat often together. When we have meatloaf though, that’s a whole different story. My father is a cook. When he makes homemade things they are just phenomenal. The flavor of the meatloaf just explodes in your mouth and your taste buds go on a wild ride. When we eat the meatloaf we also have baked potatoes and corn. Who ever created meatloaf is a genius. It’s so delicious. Seriously if I was able to eat meatloaf every day and not gain weight I would. We sometimes eat other meals that we make together, but for some reason when we eat meatloaf it brings the whole family together and it reminds us that we love each other. I don’t know how meatloaf would do that but it does. We actually talk and enjoy our time together when we eat this type of dinner together. I’m not use to eating together like that. We eat meatloaf like once a month. We sit down together in the living room and actually eat as a family. When we eat other meals we just scatter all over the house. It’s weird. Then again the Herter family is weird. My family is really picky on the things we eat, but meatloaf is one thing we can all agree on. I swear, meatloaf must have magical powers or something like that.

10/11-10/15 Best Song and Band Ever!

We only had to choose a band or song to write about, but the band I’m going to choose wrote the best song ever. The Black Veil Brides are new but their music is just fantastic. They first started out with three members but then expanded to five members. Andy Sixx is the lead singer of the group. His voice is so awesome. It’s very relaxing when he sings some of his slow songs, but when he screams it’s just beautiful. Their music is very inspirational. On their first CD, the first slot on the CD isn’t a song it’s more of a dedication to people around the world. It says, “This record is for the outcasts, following a story of love, life and never giving in. We are the Black Veil Brides.” I love all their songs, but lately I’ve been addicted to one of their songs. It’s called Sweet Blasphemy. It’s an awesome song. “We are young and we are strong. Through strength in self we become. Something more than they can be, this is our Sweet Blasphemy.”  That is my favorite line from the song. During that part all the guitars and drums quiet down in the background so all you hear is Andy Sixx’s voice. It really stands out. I love this song and I can just listen to it all day long. Sweet Blasphemy is the best song out there! When I listen to their music it’s almost as if he’s singing to me. I can’t wait for their next CD to come out.

10/11-10/15 Best Class Ever!

The best class ever is hard to choose out of this year’s schedule for me. Since I have to pick though, I choose Online Publishing. I am not trying to be a suck up. I truly enjoy this class. I love being able to write about anything. I want to be a writer when I graduate and by writing for the Bulldog it helps with the criticism and what not. I enjoy it when people read my articles and actually comment on them. I don’t care if the comments are bad or not because they still read my article. What makes this class awesome is the teacher. Mr. Currin is hilarious. I look forward to this class every day because he makes it fun. I love when he walks into the classroom and yells, “Best class ever!” It makes me laugh every time. We need more teachers with a sense of humor like his. I’m always doing something in this class. The blogs are a lot of fun because I always wonder what we’re going to have to write about this time. I also like reading other peoples blogs because I learn more about them. Most of the people in this class are seniors which I don’t know. It’s fun learning about people you don’t know. Some of the article topics that come up are really fun to write about also. Recently we had to interview a teacher. I choose Ms. Gilmore because to me she is the best teacher ever. I really love this class and I wish it never has to end.  

9/27-10/1 Trick-or-Treat

My final favorite movie is Trick-or-Treat. When you first watch this movie it is rather confusing. I had to watch it twice in order to understand it. There are almost three different stories inside this movie but in the end they all connect to each other. I really love this movie because there is always something going on. There isn’t one boring part in this movie. Some things that go on are actually surprising because you never saw it coming. That’s what I love about this movie. It’s a gory movie so of course I love it. The murderer is actually a little kid in footy pajamas and he has a pumpkin as a head. All he wants is candy and if you don’t give it to him he will murder you. He’s so cute! Seriously if someone was going to murder me, I want it to be that little kid just so I can at least see something adorable before I die. I could watch this movie over and over again and find out something I didn’t know before. It’s very entertaining and some of the things are hilarious. I love this movie and I would definitely watch it on Halloween since it’s based on the day of Halloween. I might actually try that now because I never watched it on Halloween.

10/4-10/8 Sweeney Todd Demon Barber of Fleet Street

My second favorite movie would have to be Sweeney Todd Demon Barber of Fleet Street. When it comes to movies I love gory or musical ones. This movie is both! Sweeney Todd comes back to London after he left to make a plan to get his wife and daughter back.  His original name was Benjamin Barker, but he had to use a different name to keep himself on the down low. His wife and baby was taken away by Judge Turpin. He goes back to London and opens a barber shop with Ms. Lovett who is a baker. They work together to get her meat pie shop going. He would kill people while he is supposed to be shaving their beards. He then would give the dead bodies to her and she would make the meat pies out of the dead people. No one ever knew their little secret. In the end though, he never gets his wife or daughter back because he gets killed by the one kid that works for Ms. Lovett. He also killed his wife by mistake because he didn’t recognize her. The good thing though is that he was able to kill the judge so he got his revenge. Somehow the music and the killing go so well together.

10/4-10/8 Resident Evil 2

My first favorite movie is Resident Evil 2. It’s pretty much about zombies. If you know me I am madly in love with zombies. I’m weird I know. I would also marry a zombie. There are now three other Resident Evil’s besides this one. I choose this one because of the plot and the action in it.  It’s a continuation of the first one but there is more to it. Raccoon City is now totally transformed because of the zombies. People are just pretty much getting ripped apart everywhere you go. There are more monsters than ever before.  My favorite monster from this movie is Nemisis. He kind of reminds me of Mono. Haha. The best part of this movie is towards the end. The main character Alice has to fight Nemisis on top of this building. Nemisis was actually Alice’s friend from the first movie. His name was Max. They had to battle anyways but they turned on the government and killed pretty much everyone as a team. It was great action because there was this one part where Alice had to dodge the gun fire from the helicopters. She was running along this glass window wall. The bullets would hit the glass and it would shatter. It was just really cool. I could just watch this movie over and over again because it’s just that good. Watch it…you will love it.

9/27-10/1 Favorite Season

My favorite season is fall. I love this part of the year because the next season is winter which is my second favorite season. I am a polar bear. I love the cool weather and the colors of the leaves. If you know me I am a very colorful person. I love walking through my back yard and looking at all the colors on the trees. I always try to think if it’s possible to have even more colors of leaves because that would be so cool. Just think, what if there were blue leaves? That would be awesome. When I was younger I always raked the leaves into a pile and then jumped in them. Since then I moved to a new house and I have fewer trees then I had before so my back yard is less colorful. During the fall nights I love to lay on the hill in my yard and stare at the stars and daydream. I can tolerate fall weather because it’s not too warm and it’s not too cold. I wish it was fall all year long because it’s just so relaxing and peaceful. Fall also means Halloween. I am a weirdo when it comes to Halloween. I dress up weird and even though I’m sixteen I still go out and get candy. I do believe I will be doing that until I can’t walk anymore. I also love the freshness of the air. You can definitely tell the difference between fall air and summer air. You can smell the leaves in the air and I love it.

9/27-10/1 My escape

If you know who I am, you should know that I am indeed a Herter. I come from a huge family. My house isn’t peaceful at all. I always have people yelling at each other, the television all the way up or the dog barking at one of the cats. Actually all three of those things are going on at the same time. It’s annoying. I stay after a lot to escape all of that. Recently my mother left my family, so I don’t have a mother anymore. I stay after with Ms. Gilmore because she is a mother to me. She is always there for me and her classroom is home to me. It’s always quiet and peaceful. She also helps me with many things as in; homework, advice and just being there for me. It means a lot to me for someone like her to be there for me when I need her. When I can’t stay after, I also escape to my room. I read or write or do both at the same time. I finally got my own room during the summer so it’s easier to have my own time. I can just lay on my bed and daydream about stuff without being bothered. I am in my room a lot because I need peace to think and I think a lot. If I never had my own room or Ms. Gilmore I don’t know where I would go to be in my own little world.

9/27-10/1 interview

I interviewed Morgan Koziel. Even though this interview took about ten minutes, it was so much fun.

KH: What kind of music and bands do you listen to?

MK: I listen to a lot: Black Veil Brides, Never Shout Never, Dressen Dolls, Blue October, Modest Mouse, These New Puritins, Dir en Gray.

KH: What do you do in your free time?

MK: I go from doing absolutely nothing to playing video games, watching and re-watching anime and martial arts.

KH: Do you have a job? If so what is it?

MK: I did have one. I had to stop working because of school but I did work at Darien Lake as a Character Artist.

KH: What’s your favorite color? Why?

MK: My favorite color is double rainbow because it’s all the way across the sky and it’s intense.

KH: What do you want to be when you graduate? Why?

MK: I want to start a business and make clothes. If someone wants a handmade wedding dress I can make it right there. I want to make clothes because I like pretty clothes. –smiles-

I enjoyed interviewing her. I’ve always seen her around school but I never actually talked to her. This was a great idea for a blog and I hope we can do this again but with someone else. I love to talk to people I don’t really know and get to know them.

9/20-9/24 Past

I’ve always made mistakes, then again who hasn’t? My mother and I never had a good relationship. We would always fight and I would always argue back which feeds the fire. Every time we fought I’d always blame it on her because most of the time it was her fault. Sometimes I would over react and just scream at her because she made me so mad. Now when I look back I should have acted my age. Instead of her yelling at me and me yelling at her I should have been the bigger person and just walk away. I’ve always regretted saying something to her while we were fighting. My madness just took over me and I couldn’t control what I was saying. I’d always feed the fire because I wouldn’t shut my mouth. If I learned something, it is definitely just shutting my mouth. I shouldn’t have yelled at my mom even though she was yelling back at me. If I could go back in time I would try to find the spot where we messed up our relationship. It’s always been a hateful relationship and I have no idea why. I always look at other girls and their moms and I just feel so sad because I don’t have a relationship with my mom like that. I’d do anything to get my mom back and change our relationship so we didn’t fight anymore. It hurts, it truly does.

9/20-9/24 Present

I love a lot about my life right now. I’ve changed a lot since the past. I’ve lost weight, grew taller, my teeth are straighter and my eyes turned more of a green gray than a green blue.  I love the way I am now. In the past I never really loved the way I looked.  Lately I’ve been having many family problems but because I have the greatest friends there for me I’m able to get through these problems. I just spent last weekend with my best friend for life Caitlin. Without her I don’t know where I would be right now. She has made my life what it is. She introduced me to Screamo music which I am madly in love with. She has become a part of me and if she ever left me I probably wouldn’t be able to live. Life in general is great. I’m almost out of high school which means I’m able to start my own life and achieve my dream of becoming an author. I’ll be able to change a lot about myself. My dad won’t let me get piercings or tattoos so I have to wait until I graduate and I’m out of his house. I’ll just put this out there right now; since Mono is gone it has been so peaceful. Not only did I get my own room, but the house is cleaner since he’s gone.  

9/20-9/24 Future

When I graduate I want to become an author. I want to be able to write about anything I want and relieve my stress through my writing. I’ve written over twenty stories and I want to publish them. I want all my family drama out of my life. Lately I’ve noticed I’m not so happy because of the drama. Then again without that drama and without that stress I wouldn’t have started writing. I plan on achieving my goals by not giving up. I will never stop writing. I tell myself that each story I write I become a better writer. I remember my first story I wrote back in 2007. It was called Zombie Alive. That story was only a couple pages long. Now my stories are almost 300 pages. I finished one over the summer that was called Blood So Sweet. That was my first 300 page story. My friends support me by reading and commenting on my stories. That makes me feel great about what I’m doing and it makes me think that I can really do this. I can achieve my dream of being an author. My grandma is the only one that really supports me from my family which is why I definitely want to become an author. I’m not afraid of letting her read my stories and hearing the criticism that she says. I appreciate everything that she says to me. My vocabulary and my spelling have become so much better since I’ve started writing. One day you will be reading one of my books.

9/13-9/17 blog #4 (the story)

“These roses I give you will forever last when we’re together,” Jake said as he handed a bouquet of flowers to Miranda. “Put these in vases, a single rose in each vase and watch them grow as our love grows.”

                Miranda smiled softly and held the bouquet in her hands. “They are beautiful,” she said.

                Jake smiled back at her and took her hand. “I promise never to break your heart and if I do, the roses will die.”

                “Well, let’s just hope these roses last forever,” she said as her eyes flooded with tears.

He gently bent down to her and kissed her soft lips. “I know they will last forever.”

She smiled up at him. She knew she had finally found the one she was looking for. They have been dating for two months and already they are both in love. Miranda was only twenty-two while Jake was twenty-six. They met in a bookstore. Miranda was the clerk; the quiet lonely girl only existed in her world. Then, there he was before her, holding her favorite book: Once Upon A Rose. Her cheeks blushed bright pink as she took the book from his hand and she scanned it. As she gave it back their hands brushed and her heart sped up.

“Jake,” he said as he gave the money to her.

“Miranda,” she said as she took the money from his rather soft hand.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

She smiled to herself. “It’s nice to meet you also,” she said as she handed the change back to the man that she would soon fall in love with.

“It must be nice to be working in a place like this,” he said as he tucked the book under his arm and the money into his pocket.

“It is,” she said. “It’s quiet.”

“I can tell,” he said looking around to see only a couple people. “When do you get out of here?” he asked leaning against the counter before her.

“Um,” she said shyly. “I should be closing in a half hour. Why?”

“Do you want to go out for a little while?”

She blushed once again. She wasn’t used to a guy that was so sweet to her. “Oh sure.”

He smiled big. “Alright, I’ll go sit over there and wait for you.”

She smiled back. “Okay.”

The day that Jake handed those roses to Miranda changed their love for one another in so many ways. Miranda wanted to marry Jake; she wanted to be with him forever. Jake on the other hand, felt different after he gave her the flowers. It was almost as if Miranda got obsessed with him. As Jake pulled away from Miranda, the petals on the roses slowly faded away, and then soon the vases ended up disappearing as well as the roses inside them. The love that was once so sweet, became so deadly.

9/13-9/17 blog #3

This picture reminds me of a dream I once had. I lived in a lighthouse away from everyone and that’s how this picture is, a house and a lighthouse on top of the Grand Canyon where no one else can reach them. Some days I wish I can be like that. It’s almost as if you’re the only person in the world. No one can bother you and no one can tell you what to do. It’s your own little world. It’s rather relaxing when no one else is around to ruin your alone time. Let’s just say the Grand Canyon is the best place to go when you want to be alone, well in your dreams.

9/13-9/17 #2

This picture makes me feel relaxed yet frightened at the same time. The waves remind me of the soft ocean sound as the wave’s splash against the rocks. That is very relaxing to me. Then again water reminds me of drowning. That is one way I never want to die. That’s what frightens me the most. I would never want to live near the water. Even though I would maybe like it for vacation, I would never actually want to live near it. I’m afraid of hurricanes and flooding. I wouldn’t want to pay so much money for this house and then have it destroyed because of weather.

9/13-9/17 blog #1

This picture I find rather sad. It reminds me of my dog which is now in "doggy heaven." The dog is disappearing right before our eyes. My dog was pretty much doing that also. She was getting really old and she was so fragile. Then one day she just wasn't there. Patches was her name, and the patches of black also reminds me of her because she had patches of brown around her body. This picture is just rather dark and gloomy and it reminds me of sadness.