tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17746586736408811822011-11-09T19:25:10.516-06:00* Courage * Confidence * Character *LCC Moderatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06437068254605746528noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1774658673640881182.post-34894509741666324932010-06-30T19:34:00.004-05:002010-06-30T19:36:40.064-05:00

Big ups to Oh! It's Max!You crazy fo this one, Max!

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Recently, I was lucky enough to discover a very special blog: Letters To Look Forward To. The blogstress is a girl named Lisa. AT&T has released a PSA for their customers not to drive and text. Lisa makes a good case for Blogspot to roll out a similar campaign, Don't Drink & Blog. Let's take a look at one of her masterfully crafted entries:D R U N KEntries on LTLFT, like the one addressed to ABC

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“Hot dog buns, hot dog buns…. Ah!--hot dog buns.”“Mmmm, no. We don’t want those.”“What? They’re hot dog buns. We’re supposed to get hot dog buns. She said, ‘…and hot dog buns for the hot dogs’.”“Here.” James pushed a new package of hot dog buns into Chris' chest, flagrantly letting the original package fall to the floor.Chris stopped, stood. “Uh. What?”“I don’t really like how those hot dog buns

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Often I question, why does this stuff happen to me? I KNOW the kid next door stole one of my chickens. I put on my trousers and shirt and marched right on over to the crummy little shack where he and his mother lived. The first knuckle joint on my index finger turned white from the pressure I applied to the doorbell. The button turned orange each time but no sound came, and my loud door rapping

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Our daughter was born 3 months premature. This morning, we were able to take Chelsea home. A candy striper who took oddly attentive care with our case seemed to be bearing some distress when Chelsea was returned to our arms. Anyway, we brought Chelsea home and our relief and elation at her homecoming was lightly sullied. Chelsea began an impenetrable crying jag, no sleep no eat no silence. We

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SET-UPKeira Knightly has an emotionally isolated childhood living on a British Conservatory College. The grounds are immaculate and impersonal like her mother, Meryl Streep. Streep, a bone-cold widow, immerses herself in work as stern lead professor of Arctic wildlife conservation essay-writing at the school. Keira’s bookish, land-locked father died in childbirth.OPENINGKeira wanders on large

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My girlfriend lives in West Philly. I live downtown in Center City, which is about 30 or 40 blocks from her house. Sunday was a really weird day, in terms of weather.At brunch, we waited for a table in the rain. In the afternoon it was sunny and 67°. By dinnertime, chunks of hail had blanketed the town. Truly, it was a weird omen.During the brief oasis of warmth that we bathed in for a few hours,

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ASSIGNMENT #02.CHEKHOV'S GOT A GUNChekhov's gun is the literary technique whereby an element is introduced early in the story, but its significance does not become clear until later on. For example, a character may find a mysterious object that eventually becomes crucial to the plot, but at the time the object is found it does not seem to be important. Although many people consider the phrase "

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1. Roger was a chemist/good scientist he like to look at things analyzingly with logic. Once he found a molecule that behaved like SHIT. His book theories couldnt explain it... what?!??! Every time he pointed a microscope or other logic thing at the molecule it fell apart weirdly... i dunno what happened he doesn't know either.... not so smart now huh Roger??? The molecule was love, you can't use

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10 BAD ALLEGORIES1.) There’s a traditional bridge that leads to nowhere that people spend their lives walking slowly over until they reach the end of the plank. Through the generations, great meaning has been given to each step and this sentiment passed to each subsequent generation. That is until a a structural specialist named Matt Eccle Brakethroo arrives and adds to the bridge’s length

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TEN ALLEGORY'S1. I woke up in the morning with a headache that felt like a crown of thorns put there by Romans. The stairs to kitchen felt like a medium sized mountain (also the name of the stairs is Golgotha). In the kitchen there was only Special K and I hate Special K and just seeing it felt like spears in my side so I yelled "MY LORD MY GOD WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME???" Then my mother

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ASSIGNMENT #1.WRITE 10 BAD ALLEGORIESal le go ry /ˈæləˌgɔri, -ˌgoʊri/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [al-uh-gawr-ee, -gohr-ee] –noun, plural -ries. 1. a representation of an abstract or spiritual meaning through concrete or material forms; figurative treatment of one subject under the guise of another.YES, WRITE TEN BAD/OBVIOUS/ILL-FOUNDED ALLEGORIES. BUT THEN ALSO, BE SURE TO NOT TELL US

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This week's minor fiction piece is called "DOG DAY" Sunday! What a beautiful Sunday! I rose early today and it felt late since at the time of writing this, we have not Sprang Forward for Daylight Savings Time. Well, the day BEGAN great, but somehow, it took a turn for the DOG DAY.My silly sister-in-law (love her) is visiting my wife, which is fun because I can grill out too much and not feel

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