Friday, May 8, 2009

W.A.L.T. (three)

  • Wondering: How long is a fishes memory span??

  • Asking: Why are computer virus's so bad?

  • Listening: To the science channel

  • Thinking: Why my dog talks so much

Thursday, May 7, 2009

A little frog sitting like a human.

A Little Frog Kitten


Aww look at that little face of his!So cute!!

Worlds cutest bug!

Awww how cute!!.....What do you think it is??

bunny or kitten

So cute bunny kitten!!

Two ADORALE baby monkeys


I LOVE baby monkeys and you can see why.

Ink Heart


I Love the book!
check it out!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Harry potter and the Half-Blood Prince


Voldemort is tightening his grip on both the Muggle and wizarding worlds and Hogwarts is no longer the safe haven it once was. Harry suspects that dangers may even lie within the castle, but Dumbledore is more intent upon preparing him for the final battle that he knows is fast approaching. Together they work to find the key to unlock Voldemort's defenses and, to this end, Dumbledore recruits his old friend and colleague, the well-connected and unsuspecting bon vivant Professor Horace Slughorn, whom he believes holds crucial information. Meanwhile, the students are under attack from a very different adversary as teenage hormones rage across the ramparts. Harry finds himself more and more drawn to Ginny, but so is Dean Thomas. And Lavender Brown has decided that Ron is the one for her, only she hadn't counted on Romilda Vane's chocolates! And then there's Hermione, simmering with jealously but determined not to show her feelings. As romance blossoms, one student remains aloof. He is determined to make his mark, albeit a dark one. Love is in the air, but tragedy lies ahead and Hogwarts may never be the same again.

Monday, May 4, 2009

A New Hope

I need a hope......a new hope.
A hope that reaches for the stars,and
that does not end in violence or war.
A hope that makes peace on our earth,and
that does not create evil in the world.
A hope that finds cures for all diseases,and
that does not make people hurt,
In their bodies,in their hearts,
or most of all,in their spirits.
I need hope......a new hope,
a hope that inspires me to live, and
to make all these things happen,
so that the whole world can have
a new hope,too.
By Mattie Stepanek

Eternal Echoes

Mattie J.T.Stepanek is a beautiful poem writer and he really inspired me to write my own poems.So i will be writing some of his poems on my blog.He is a boy who died from Muscular Dystrophy disease but his poems will live within us forever.


Our life is an echo of our spirit today,
for our essence
as it is,
caught between
our yesterday
and our tomorrow.
It is the resounding
reality of who we are,
as a result of
where we have been,
and where we will be,
for eternity.
By Mattie Stepanek

W.A.L.T. (three)


  • Wondering: Why do dogs like to sniff?
  • Asking: Where is my book?
  • Listening: To the computer
  • Thinking: Why do i like computers so much?

Sunday, May 3, 2009

The Magic River



Down to the river up on the bend

water trickling
down, down, down
water crashing into the waves of the river
woman washing clothes and children splashing in the meek waves
laughing and playing jumping and dancing
the young men start forward to fishing down to the river bay
the woman take their babies up to the hill by a lake to bathe
down the hill water crashes to the river below
mist rises
flowing up into the air swiftly turning into breeze
little blue jays awaken from the crashing waves of the river
it was time to sing their song
they sang all afternoon next to the men fishing the children dancing and playing the woman washing their clothes and the crashing magic river who spreads joy to all who come to see it

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Kittens

I was looking on the computer for cute pictures of kittens and found these.
HOW CUTEE!!!!


Me after my tests
And then THESE showed up. OMG! Are they real?
Post a comment and give me your thoughts.
Super weird.

Friday, May 1, 2009

W.A.L.T. (two)


  • Wondering: If anyone reads this.

  • Asking: Why Glenn Beck acts the way he does.

  • Listening: To news

  • Thinking: Why my dog bites the computer when he sees the mouse.

The woman and the mirror




Once there was a dark house up on a crescent hill top. In the dark house there was a woman who loved to stare at herself in the mirror.
"Oh look at yourself darling' she said "you must be the most beautiful women in the country !!" Beautiful she was but wicked too. She had shiny black hair (which was always rolled up in a bun,) Long black nails, perfectly filed, wore a black dress and had a black heart. The woman lived alone she had no husband no children and no pets.

The woman hated animals but the one animal she couldn't stand was cats. She despised them. One night, when the woman was staring at herself in the mirror she heard a scratching at her front door.

"This is private property!" She yelled out still staring at herself in the mirror. But the scratching got louder "Go away...NOW!!"

The scratching got louder with every word she said. It got so loud that it sounded like whatever it was, was standing right next to her.

Frustrated, the woman got up and opened her door, then stumbled back in disgust. There, sitting on the porch, was a bleak gray and white tabby cat.

"GO AWAY YOU DISGUSTING CREATURE!!!" She screamed. The cat was very skinny, skin and fur clinging to bone, it's blue eyes stared at her longingly. The cat's bones in her face made the eyes slightly bulge. Her paws were cut and bleeding, with fur covered in mud and dead bugs. Despite the cats appearance, her eyes were saying
"please help me, I haven't eaten in three days and I'm very sick.... please help me."

"GO AWAY SHOO SHOO!! "The woman kicked the cat off the door steps and slammed the door. "Wretched Thing!!" She said.
Glancing back at her window she watched as the tabby cat sat outside, staring in coldly, shaking it's head. In an instant the cat disappeared with the wind. The last thing you could see was her mournful blue eyes drifting away.
The woman just rolled her eye and grabbed a black silk ribbon from her dress, wrapped it around her bun several times and in a tight pull (snap) the ribbon snapped in two. (grunt)
"All this stress is just wretched for my skin!!!" she said and strutted towards the mirror. Fluffing her seat, she sat down and smoothed her dress. As soon as she set eyes on the mirror she jumped back in fear; screaming wildly.

"GET AWAY! GET AWAY! OH WHAT'S HAPPENING!!!!!!!" Cried the woman. There in the mirror was a blue eyed woman. She had long, flowing, yet wild, white hair, no nose, just two holes sitting flatly against her face, blood thin red lips, her teeth were snarly fangs, with ears as sharp and pointed as thorns, she wore a gray dress with black stripes.
"you wicked thing you" the woman in the mirror said "you think too much of yourself". "You abandoned me in my time of need."
"y-you?! B-b-but that was just a dumb cat! " Said the woman backing away from the mirror.
"You thought it was a cat but it was ME!!"
By this time the lights in the womans house were flickering.
"You must pay .........you MUST!!!!
"PLEASE SPARE ME!!” Said the woman dropping to her knees. I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!

”HMMMM”

“PLEASE!!”
"Very well I will spare you BUT as your punishment every time you look at yourself in the mirror you will see ME instead of you”.

The woman stared at the blue eyed woman for a long time than nodded at last. The blue eyed woman waved her arms frantically until all the dust around the house swirled into the mirror, consuming the blue eyed woman and in an instant, she vanished.

The woman looked around her house. All of the mirrors were black as a reminder that if she dare glance in, the blue eyed woman will return. The telephone rang.
"ring, ring, ring, ring". Her hands shaking, she picked up the phone reluctantly. "Meow". "Meow". she squawked instead of saying hello. The woman held her throat. Slamming the phone down. "WHAT", What IS THIS? I cannot speak????" she said to herself.. She glanced out the window to see fading blue eyes drift away with the wind. The woman sat in her house on the crescent hill unable to admire herself any more and became the thing she hated the most.

Written by emsings