English Assignments with Dancing Bums
"It's the little things in my pants that we're all livin' for
I never really knew what that thing down there was used for."
Wow. Okay, so we have no milk right now. Mom made up a batch of this powdered stuff to drink in the meantime, right?
It tastes disgusting. Really, it does. So I douse (dowse?) it with chocolate syrup. It still has this icky, powdered, not real taste. So I'm giving it to the dog. Chocolate is bad for them, but I don't think this will be too bad.
Hey, look at that, she won't drink it. Smart doggy. Guess I'll have to pour it down the sink. I'm shoveling blueberry bagel into my mouth to get the taste out =\
In English the other day we have to make up a story about two men dancing, using descriptive words to make the reader feel as if they were actually there. Apparently mine was the best. I had to stand up and read it in front of everybody. I totally didn't do justice to it, though, because I always stammer through everything when it comes to public speaking. The story was a bit confusing in the first place, and so I don't really think anyone got it...
So I'm going to post it here! Yay for crappy English assignments!
Okay, so the prompt told you about these two comics who had a theme song and danced. We were supposed to tell the story of two silly men dancing. Tell me if you feel like you're THERE.
Walking down a street in my neighborhood I noticed the most extraordinary thing. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining. Sure enough, roughly thirty yards in front of me, slightly to the left, there they were. Two bums! Now, you may ask, "What is so extraordinary about a couple of bums?" Please, allow me to explain.
The two grungy, unemployed men in front of me were so out of place in my suburbanite neighborhood that it was like seeing a bowling pin in the middle of the Sahara. What's more, upon further inspection, I noticed a few frogs croaking and ribbiting there next to them. In addition, you won't believe this, the two men wore top hats upon their heads, and in their hands held squiggly pens! By this time I began to feel as if my eyes were fooling me. With my need (and lack) of glasses, anything is plausible.
I decided to walk further up the street, to get a better look. The men soon noticed my approach. They had been eagerly munching down some grotesque-looking oatmeal cookies. Now they promptly stood, one shoveling the last of a cookie into his mouth. The frogs also stopped their wanderings and stood at attention next to the bums.
Now, my friends, this is what you've all been waiting for. What are the men going to do? Really, who could tell? The suspense is killing you, I know. Well, I'll tell you what they did. The man on the left began counting off: "A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four!" stomping his foot in rhythm. After this lesson in mathematics, the frogs started up, bobbing up and down, croaking and ribbiting an infection tune. You'll never guess what those two men did. They started up a jig of their own, swaying in step with eachother and the frogs. They made proper use of their top hats and squiggly pens, dancing all the while. I took out and oatmeal cookie of my own, dropping it in their bucket, the smell mixing with that of the frogs and the bums.
When I say the music was infectious, I lie not. I couldn't help myself. The sight of those two bums doing such a silly dance on the street in the middle of the day really got to me. I felt my insides bubble, and a bit of a giggle slipped out, through no fault of my own. I felt the need to join in, so I threw the rest of my oatmeal cookies into the bucket, mucked up my own clothes, an hopped right in next to them. I must say, the frogs were impressed.
Hmm. Christopher went to the flea-market (to buy fleas!) with the rest of his family. He won't be back until 2-3pm. This makes me sad ;o;
Anyway, don't you hate how you have to log back into MySpace every time you close the window it's on? That's why I <3 LJ. Really. It's a pain in the butt, homes.
Hey, like the layout? Hmm ^_^
<3;
~Angelina
PS I only made this update to talk about powdered milk Dx
PPS Is "A-l-a-d-d-i-n" how you spell Aladdin?
I never really knew what that thing down there was used for."
Wow. Okay, so we have no milk right now. Mom made up a batch of this powdered stuff to drink in the meantime, right?
It tastes disgusting. Really, it does. So I douse (dowse?) it with chocolate syrup. It still has this icky, powdered, not real taste. So I'm giving it to the dog. Chocolate is bad for them, but I don't think this will be too bad.
Hey, look at that, she won't drink it. Smart doggy. Guess I'll have to pour it down the sink. I'm shoveling blueberry bagel into my mouth to get the taste out =\
In English the other day we have to make up a story about two men dancing, using descriptive words to make the reader feel as if they were actually there. Apparently mine was the best. I had to stand up and read it in front of everybody. I totally didn't do justice to it, though, because I always stammer through everything when it comes to public speaking. The story was a bit confusing in the first place, and so I don't really think anyone got it...
So I'm going to post it here! Yay for crappy English assignments!
Okay, so the prompt told you about these two comics who had a theme song and danced. We were supposed to tell the story of two silly men dancing. Tell me if you feel like you're THERE.
Walking down a street in my neighborhood I noticed the most extraordinary thing. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining. Sure enough, roughly thirty yards in front of me, slightly to the left, there they were. Two bums! Now, you may ask, "What is so extraordinary about a couple of bums?" Please, allow me to explain.
The two grungy, unemployed men in front of me were so out of place in my suburbanite neighborhood that it was like seeing a bowling pin in the middle of the Sahara. What's more, upon further inspection, I noticed a few frogs croaking and ribbiting there next to them. In addition, you won't believe this, the two men wore top hats upon their heads, and in their hands held squiggly pens! By this time I began to feel as if my eyes were fooling me. With my need (and lack) of glasses, anything is plausible.
I decided to walk further up the street, to get a better look. The men soon noticed my approach. They had been eagerly munching down some grotesque-looking oatmeal cookies. Now they promptly stood, one shoveling the last of a cookie into his mouth. The frogs also stopped their wanderings and stood at attention next to the bums.
Now, my friends, this is what you've all been waiting for. What are the men going to do? Really, who could tell? The suspense is killing you, I know. Well, I'll tell you what they did. The man on the left began counting off: "A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four!" stomping his foot in rhythm. After this lesson in mathematics, the frogs started up, bobbing up and down, croaking and ribbiting an infection tune. You'll never guess what those two men did. They started up a jig of their own, swaying in step with eachother and the frogs. They made proper use of their top hats and squiggly pens, dancing all the while. I took out and oatmeal cookie of my own, dropping it in their bucket, the smell mixing with that of the frogs and the bums.
When I say the music was infectious, I lie not. I couldn't help myself. The sight of those two bums doing such a silly dance on the street in the middle of the day really got to me. I felt my insides bubble, and a bit of a giggle slipped out, through no fault of my own. I felt the need to join in, so I threw the rest of my oatmeal cookies into the bucket, mucked up my own clothes, an hopped right in next to them. I must say, the frogs were impressed.
Hmm. Christopher went to the flea-market (to buy fleas!) with the rest of his family. He won't be back until 2-3pm. This makes me sad ;o;
Anyway, don't you hate how you have to log back into MySpace every time you close the window it's on? That's why I <3 LJ. Really. It's a pain in the butt, homes.
Hey, like the layout? Hmm ^_^
<3;
~Angelina
PS I only made this update to talk about powdered milk Dx
PPS Is "A-l-a-d-d-i-n" how you spell Aladdin?