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Ask me a question in the comment section below. Have it deal with anything, school, football, anything and I'll answer truthfully and honestly. No limit per person so give me a question you of coarse want answered.

AP Studio Art

Well this past week Mr. Taylor, my 3D art teacher, wants me to take AP Studio Art. I'm thinking it's not because of my drawing ability , but for my "innovative thiking and work ethic when it comes to craftsmanship." So he want me to take the 3D coarse next year in AP Studio Art.

Above is what my next sculputure is going to be. Now before you start making fun of it I want to clarify it. It is ABSTRACT ART. It's insired by the stabiles that Alexander Calder created during his lifetime. All of Calder's projects were inspired by animals or even simply modern objects. Bet you can't guess what mine is inspired by? Anyway so this will basically be made through paper which would represent steel. This would be a giant statue that could possibly be found in Japan as an Opera house.

So i began to thinking can i take AP Studio Art? Is this my calling? Am i an innovator? Am I so creative i can make Amazing 3D art? Could this be possibly be my future, through arcitecture or engineering? who knows?

Recently

this photo basically describes my life right now. It seems like im just bored lately, everything is just going by so slow.

well to sum up last week there was football, we won 27-21, way too close for my liking, just basically wasnt fun.

this picture is explained best by my halloween.
-i slept in
-i walked around
- played some 360
- went to chipotle
-went to bed

ya that was it

spinning out of control

As I climbed the stairs up to my bed, thoughts began to fill my head about what may take place the next morning. As I laid my head against my pillow, I understood that this could possibly be my last time staring at my ceiling struggling to fall asleep. Images filled my head of all the things that I never accomplished in my short time on this planet. I never wrestled a bear nor did I ever get the chance to take place in a Saw movie. Tears began to fill the ducts of my eyes when the realization hit me as a bus would hit a stray deer. I will probably die tomorrow morning!
My mom burst through the door before I was even to be able to fall asleep. For what seemed to be the first time ever, I was wrong. I leaned over to peer at the clock which already read four forty five and I thought to myself, “Who in their right mind would ever wake up this early?” After climbing down the stairs of my bed, I wandered over to the bathroom and flipped the lights on. The flashing illumination nearly shriveled the pupils of my eyes as I began to attempt to look for the faucet head. I filled my hands with cold water and pulled my palms toward my eyes, only to be suddenly surprised by my mother in her attempt to make us leave; only so we could be there early to reserve a spot in the torture chamber of hell.
As I clambered back into my room, I searched for the clothes that I already had laid out the night before. While placing my white sleeveless shirt upon my shoulders I turn my head and see that the clock already reads five fifteen. Rushing to my car, I started the ignition knowing full well that my date with death was a mere fifteen minutes away. I pull into the strip mall containing the deathbed of the unsuspecting victims that were about to be placed through the most tortuous work load of their lives.
I walked into what looked like an old movie theater, which only played movies that were already out of theaters. As I walked in and instantly my life flashed before my eyes. What I saw was the most intriguing yet fearful image I have ever seen. It was what looked like a crazy work out Nazi, who wakes up before the sun goes down the day before. I glance around the room and she gives me a faint smile that, to my knowledge, symbolized that fact she was about to bring my life to an end. After another lonely walk around the room, I was actually trying to pretend I was looking for a water fountain; I was able to locate the torture cell used by this mad woman in her tyrannical class.
I walked up to a machine that shouldn’t be used by any human being. Then suddenly the woman in charge came strolling in after a five hundred mile run, just a warm up to the hell that was about to take place. The class started and as I began to move my legs in rapid motion, the leader of this class is already five times faster than anything I could keep up with. Many random beats were being played throughout the class, each one progressing to a harder work out for my legs to try and handle. One after another, the tension was turned up, little by little, level by level. I reach for the giant red knob in front of me to try and stop my torture machine, yet the center of the class was as woman who wouldn’t stop screaming about how never to give up and to definitely keep the legs going with the beat. My butt began to fall asleep and my calves began to cramp, all I wanted to do was lay down and cry, but that woman wouldn’t let me! Her inspiration kept me going. More jumps and sprints, I look up at the fearless leader keeping up with the pace of the song, it seemed to me that she wasn’t even turning up her tension. Another jump and another sprint, my legs began to burn and I thought I wouldn’t be able to survive any longer. Sweat was dripping from my brow and I my lungs felt like they were filled with blood. As much as this seems like hell, this was none other than the spin class of Ms. Hunt, the work out queen.

100 POST SPECTACULAR

SIDEWAYS GUNS!


I remember 50 posts ago...those were the days. I can't believe this will be my 100th post this is amazing.

to start out i started against Cathdral City. Number 51. You all should of went. We beasted them 70-0. I will start next week also against murrietta valley at the nighthawks stadium. go show your support. for me of coarse. a sign would be great
or anyone could wear my lettermans haha.

School has actually gotten better. I am doing wayy better in computer science especially since i got that A on the test and AP us has also shot up. IM doing very well in every class except for AP calculus. SO if anyone wants to help id be fine witht that.

anyway later on ill show some pictures from football of coarse.

it has been a long 100 posts i am just proud of myself to be keeping it going this long. i remember when i was just one person reading and now it has evolved into a beautiful being.

I really wish there was something more to talk about. the problem is that i have nothing exciting going on in my life except for football and school and thats about it (ive already explained both of those) theres nothing much i can talk about

How about the game. well the first three plays on offense we scored. that basically summed the whole game up. the problem was that after the first possesion the guy defensive tackle couldnt take the beating soo every time he would dive at my legs and try to "cut" me so i would start pushing down and stuff and of coarse the reff yelled at me. and then on the last offensive play the DT cut me and i got hurt so now my whole left leg kinda hurts but ill get over it.

i kinda wish that i had some "awesome" (word i hate to use) drama in my life. then my post would be even longer but for now i leave you with pictures.