Monday, January 9, 2012

Corey's Blog

ENGLISH
BLOG
New Year's Goals
Wishes
Three Cups
HW: RJ 14.1 T.C. of T.
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I used to write blogs like you, then I took an arrow to the knee... (played skyrim)

'Sup it's Corey again. Don't expect much out of this blog because... I don't really like writing blogs... or writing really.
Ms. Nakada is reviewing the poems again from before winter break.

The first one she read was "Good Hours" by Robert Frost. She reviewed the rhyme scheme and other stuff that I didn't pay too much attention to. She also is sharing the deep understanding of the poem. Ms. Nakada likes sad poems. Ironic, she sounds so happy all the time. The rhyme scheme is AABB.
Kinda zoned out through the rest of the talk. Thinking about music. cl-_-b <--- headphone face
Just noticed we were doing Cornell Notes (can't spell). Crud.

Some guy (Kyle) was humming in the hallway.

Now Ms. Nakada is talking about baths or something. Oh wait-A.B.A.T.H

Beliefs
Attitudes
Traditions
Heritage

Ms. Nakada's mom doesn't like fancy words. I don't know many fancy words. Wumbo, refrigerator, convivial are fancy words to me.
Humph, maybe I do know fancy words. I'm feeling sophomoric. Heh, don't know what that means do you.

Whimsy? okay I'm not even gonna ask.

Dulce watches perverted movies. <----------- Erm.... ok?
Ms. Nakada says we couldn't appreciate the movie.
How can you appreciate a perverted movie. (I don't need an answer)

Now we're talking about New Year's goals. Justin explained the difference between a goal and a wish.
Now everyone is talking about goals and wishes.
I didn't even make a goal or wish for the new year. Some of you are probably thinking. "Wow, Corey, you of all people?"
Well, all I have to say is this.
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be quiet.

Ms. Nakada said a wish is something you want that is out of your control. A goal is in your control.
She wishes she were taller.
I'd give her some of my tall.
Yeah, I'm feeling generous today.

She wants us to make a new year's goal.
Wow, I'm gonna be here all day.

Please wait... Goal loading
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My goal is to get straight As. Yeah, I know, it's pretty out there.
Ms. Nakada asked what I was doing. Erm..... writing the blog? Dulce thinks guys are creepy. That's going to come back at you later on.

Sharing goals.

Nestor wants to get straight As. That's more like a "wish."

People stop trollin' on facebook.

Kim also wants straight As. Go for it.

Zoha wants to stop annoying people. I think she does it on purpose.

Tyler wants to be less annoying. He should because he's like Mr. Hastings repellent.
<(-) - Caacaw!

Dulce wants to join the softball team. No comment.
Get straight As.
She had like 5 but I don't have that much time to type.
Rita wants to get straight As
lost her after that one but she had like 10 (thousand)
People I can't type THAT fast.

Yeah everyone is sharing goals. Ms. Nakada is encouraging them to go for it. I bet there's a couple she's hoping for to make life easier for her....

Now we are on Three Cups of Tea.

I read but I didn't read over the break. Was I supposed to? I'm so friggin' scared right now. O:

Have you ever been inspired...

Yeah!

to help others.

..... arhm....

(That was one of the questions for Cornell notes)

I gave a hobo a dollar once. I don't really think it counts if he just walks into a liquor store afterwards. Yeah I've been inspired to help a hobo get drunk. .-.

Now we are going farther into Three Cups of Tea and reviewing it.

Yes Ms. Nakada, I am catching the essence of class today. (Don't judge me if I spelled essence wrong)

(Man I'm going to have to spend like 5 minutes reading this blog tomorrow. I'm probably going to regret writing so much)

Kim wishes she could travel the world. No comment.

Ms. Nakada went to Hawaii. Lucky.
Okay I'm not going to hate.

Expect a pizza party in the future. Pizza solves everything.

Yeah so if a guy came with a gun you'd throw a pizza at him! Or bribe him with a pizza. Or get shot. .-.

Now we're packing up so I guess this is it. I surprised myself. I didn't expect to write so much.

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