Cursed Angel: Mission Unknown

“Why am I in this situation?” I thought hastily


Here I am, sprinting down an alleyway, behind me…
“Hey, freak! Come back so we can kick your ass!” said a voice
“How ‘bout ‘no’?” I yelled.
My answer: three shots from a 45 caliber Smith & Wesson pistol. All that was going through my head at that time: “I to effing young to die!”
“Oh, come on kid, were just going to put some lead in ya!” shouted the voice.
“Yeah, lead!” said another.
“Great, company…” I thought nervously.
I rounded the corner, and found myself in a dead end. Not good. Being in a dead end with a small gang of jocks after you, in Livonia is very, very bad!
“Hey you son of a bitch! I’m right here.”
I turned around; it was Jim Schmitzky, the school hotshot (bully)
“You ready for your seven oh clock beating, Jones?” Jim spat.
I didn’t answer; I was too freaked out to do it.
“I need to know, kid!” He warned.
I tried to inch around the side to get away but the other kids who were with him blocked my hasty escape.
“N-No. I’m not r-ready for it.” I stammered.
“Wrong answer.” He said flatly. There was one shot...

Great start huh? yup... story being started by your's truly. please suggest some things for the main part. Doomo Arigatoo. =]

Dragons

Readers,

Welcome to The Dragon's Lair; My haven for the hidden, cove for the cryptic, or whatever the hell you want to call it. My home for all of the things fear has bred but man has never understood. This time, we delve into the mysterious world of the Dragon. The Draco (commonly Dragon) is a fascinating creature, shrouded in myth and legend. This is a false statement. The dragon is real! I’ve seen a young one not two years past. It was about 5 ft long (meaning it was about three weeks old or something) and flying a west south westerly direction. The young reptile was probably out on a foraging run about thirty miles from the nest. The limit for these youngsters is about one hundred miles. I stood for a half hour till I regained my senses. I had not told anyone about it until now.
Secrets, of course, don’t last forever. The young dragon is probably out of the nest and well over ten feet by now. Another year, he’ll most likely be looking for the love of his eternal life; not unlike like me, I guess. Anyway, I may see him again. Maybe… The most common dragon in the US would be the Amphiptere, an armless dragon with legs and wings. The dragon may also have front legs depending on the species. These are the species usually stumbled upon guarding treasure or the secrets of the Universe. The most famous dragon of this species is named Quetalcoatl. He was a peaceful dragon, like most, but was driven away from his village, Tollan (The Serene Dragon). I, unfortunately, do not know what has happened to him. Considering dragons are immortal, he should be fine.
They can even breathe in space! Dragons have this innate ability to travel through space somehow! This is my theory on how dragons are so rare.
• The evolution of Humans caused the secrets of dragons to fall into jeopardy
• The majority of the Dragon population flew off into the heavens causing use humans to become the dominant species on Earth.
• Some Dragons (I call them Guardians) stayed behind to oversee our evolution.
• The Guardians, so secluded, seeped their way into our Legends
Yours Truly,
Martin Jaramillo
The Dragon Tamer

My <3 Life 2

Hey, yes, you’re probably still disappointed If, you read “My <3 Life”. But, I can’t say I blame you, considering I delayed the inevitable; Again. Anyway, you already know how screwed up my L.L. is. And the whole point is that my slowly deteriorating mind is undergoing more pain because I was shot down; again (for the millionth time, I think). Well, I guess most of you think that I’m an un-datable dork/nerd/emo etcetera, etcetera. Well, depending on your views, I guess I am. Yes, that includes you Taylor, Mara, Diana, Denise, and Bridget. Others also think I’m just a hopeless nutcase (*Cough* Melanie *Cough*). Well that’s probably true too. Still, I think I have a TEENY TINY chance at T.L. Hey, cheer up, there’s still a lot more for me to reveal to you readers.
I, personally, think I’m screwy in the head for writing this; Revealing my innermost secrets to the public. The whole idea is screwy! I mean come on! Fielder puts us up to writing about random things on our blogs! It’s crazy!
Anyway back to the task at hand; everyone in Fifth hour thinks I have no sense of romance. And that’s true to me. But I’ve still been egged on to write this crappy post. Sorry, language. I’m just really angry at Mara for asking me to do this. My entire life is a lake that’s drying up. It’s practically going down to H*** (More Language). My God… Love to me is pointless because it’s always coming back to bite me in the A** (MORE Language). And yet I continue this S***** Post (MORE Language). Great, I’m going crazy. Just Great *Grumble Grumble*. Well, I guess I’ll go ahead and tell you guys who I used to (and still do) like. *Sigh* her name is Alexis Smith and she did go to Holmes Middle School. THERE! I SAID IT! HAPPY!?!?!? Phew… sorry for the snap, I guess you know now… Happy Thanksgiving. :P

My <3 Life

Okay, I know I promised I'd tell you who my crush was, but... I KNOW THAT YOU'RE GONNA LAUGH AT THIS. My crush is: A***** S****. Yes, I can feel your disappointment in the air. I know how mean I am but hey, this post is in two parts. you might find out. Later...

Life and Me...

Okay, I’m Martin, and my life in High School is moving at a steady rate. Most factors have dealt with the never ending torrent of Home Work washing through the halls. Though I am happy to say it isn’t all that hard; yet. My emotions haven’t gotten in the way either, though I’ve become outgoing to my fellow students. Unfortunately, due to my use of advanced word usage, I’ve already been deemed a ‘dorky’ fellow; Again… *Sigh* Anyway, some old friends from Holmes had also come to Stevenson to continue their Educational Journey for another four years. And those four years are yet another window for taller, stronger people to push me around for who knows how long. I’ve already met a few new friends, some girls, others boys. Here’s a chart of my Estimates of my Emotional status:
Love: 3%
Anger: 5%
Happiness: 25%
Fear: 1.25%
Greed: 1.25%
Envy: 1%
Sadness: 3.5%
Bordom: 10%
Courage: 10%
Excitement: 40%
Yes, I know, pretty drastic in the excitement status huh? Well that’s one of my easier to control emotions. Also notice that Love is very, very, very… (Few Hours Later) small considering the fact that excitement, happiness, and courage take up at least 75% of the pie. Anyway…
Talk about fear, the only thing I’m afraid of is water, water and dying.*Shiver* Whoa. I really got to lay off of the horror movies for awhile. Plus, I have to take swimming lessons! Oh My God!!!! I am freaking scared of water! It’s like that substance wants to rear up and drown me! I can’t even swim too! *More Shivers* Okay off to a different subject.
My love life, as you can see, is very, uhhh…, small. Yeah, umm… (*Cough* Uncomfortable with Girls *Cough*). Yeah, hmm, the only girl I ever liked is at Franklin High. Yes she is. Please don’t call her. Please! I won’t tell now, but I will in a future blog. Until then, Sayonara!
--Martin Jaramillo
A.K.A.
(Ryuu)

Blue Angels Vs The Thunderbirds

Have you ever been to an air show with the famed Thunderbirds? What about the Couragous Blue Angels? If you've seen both flight teams, then you might say that they are equally matched right? WRONG!!! The Thunderbirds have terms of service for the flight team whereas the BAs also have two year terms, but they have ranks ranging from seven to one (one being the lead). Though both teams use the same manuevers, they execute them in totally different ways. The Blue Angels, however, have so many more maneuvers than the Thunderbirds. An example of a manuver patented by the BAs is shown above. the Thunderbirds and Blue angels have more than one move in common but the most used one is the Diamond Formation (Shown Above). Oh, One more thing: There will be a poll to comment on this post so please vote.

--Martin Jaramillo

The Cursed Angel

My life has officially gone down the drain. By the way, I'm Falcon, Falcon Wing, an orphan, have wings, and see/hear as well as an eagle (Luckily, I'm not covered in feathers and in the zoo). Anyway, having wings isn't all that bad, considering that I can fly for free...

This is my story so far. Pitiful isn’t it? That's why I need the help of all of the people in 5th hour Mr. Fielder's class. Let me give you the down low on the series…
1. About a kid with angel wings sprouting from his upper back.
2. Hears Gabriel’s Horn on December 21st, 2012
3. Fights demonic figures from every single legend on earth (Yes Mr. Fielder that includes the Yeti.)
4. Finds out that some of his friends from school posses super natural powers
5. May or may not have romance (depending on your opinion)
Please comment on this post!
Thanks for your Contribution!

My thoughts at the moment

· Will Mr. Fielder give us home work?
· I wonder if I’ll get my spacing right during the game tonight.
· Will my playing sound good?
· I think that my drawings are okay…
· Brisingr seems like a good book.
· Eragon is starting to find out the truth.
· I enjoy watching movies about fences
· I think that I’m crazy.
· My email is dragontamer5600@aol.com
· Lord only knows what my section leader is thinking right now.
· Why do I care?
· Why does Mr. fielder want me to re-re-write my lottery paragraph?
· Why am I aski8ng all of these pointless questions/
· Why is the sky blue?
· I need a snack.
· Saxophones rule
· Clarinets say that they kick brass
· Mario!
· Luigi!
· Hoo! Hoo! (Yoshi)
· Cool! I can look behind myself!
· Infinite pictures are awesome!
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ZORRO RULES!!!

Yeah, today was career day and I dressed up as a Matador. Unfortunately, people started calling me Zorro. What a day! I mean really. WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES! God **** it. Oh, sorry, Foul language. Anyway, I just switched over to being Zorro and had a heck of a day explaining the whole story to my peers. The next day is going to be SUPER SPUNKY SPARTAN SPIRIT DAY for us. I have to perform for the entire school during the pep rally during sixth hour. I also have to wear a tee shirt in 30 degree weather while carrying a fourteen pound instrument for thirty ****ing minutes. Anyway, the homecoming dance is on Saturday and I’m wearing a black suit with blue tie for it. And I also going alone. HOORAY!!!. Oh my other blogs are open and I was hoping for suggestions for my novel the Cursed Angel. AND BLAH BLAH BLAH YADA YADA YADA DO DI DO DI DO HAPPY RAINBOWS AND BUTTER CUPS. ALL MEANINGLESS RANDOM WORDS IN WHICH MY MOST SECRET THOUGHTS ARE HIDDEN. WRONG! THEY ARE ACTUALLY RANDOM THOUGHTS YOU FOOLS. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

Random Things

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Novel Suggestions

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