Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thankful for...

Today is Thanksgiving! The football, family, and parades are all great. And oh, the fooood! This is a great day for men everywhere, when you get to gorge yourself until the stomach overflows and then fall asleep.
But we all need to be thankful for something. So I am going to list 5 things tat are thank-worthy.

1.Tostino's pizza rolls. These are my favorite foods of all time. My choice dinner? 20 of these little tarts of tasty goodness. For me, a pizza roll symbolizes all that is good and pure in this world. *Sniff* I'm sorry. I promised I wouldn't cry.
2. Little Big Planet. I am totally obsessed with this game. It is awesome! Basically you get to make your own great levels and publish them on the PS3 internet. And you can play others and rate them. (But sadly, my level TANK, had 17 views and was rated easy, ugly, and rubbish). But it is fun and time consuming anyway.
3. The internet. I'm blogging, aren't I?
4. The word spree!
5. A1 sauce. I don't like bland meats, and I will have a bottle in each pocket for the turkey. 

Saturday, November 22, 2008


Time for an art gallery! I made this series of pictures on MS paint. It's called Blockman.And I decided to put it on my blog. So here are my first three.

They are awesome! I will post more soon.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Animal part 2

Here it is! Part two.

P.S I am entering this in a contest.

It was a Saturday morning in April. It rained last night and the roads smelled like dead earthworms. It was early morning, and the landscape was dyed blue by the clouds. I felt the ears pierce from my head as I switched. A tail sprang out of my jeans and my claws unsheathed. A normal human couldn’t understand how it felt. It was sort of like the atmosphere changed.
I immediately smelled something in my forest. A large mammal, possibly juvenile. I decided to investigate. What I found wasn’t an elk or a deer.
It was a boy.
A short, lean little blond who looked 10 or 11 stood in a clearing. I crouched in the bushes, impossible to see. The boy’s hair was shaggy and unkempt, and it grew down to his eyebrows. His clothes were ragged and filthy. He looked just like someone who had lived on their own in the wild for a while.
And the little human kid, the innocent pre-teen, was staring directly at me.
It wasn’t possible, it is just a coincidence, I told myself. But I could tell he knew I was there. I knew I hadn’t made noise, and I was hidden by weeds. But he kept on staring, his eyes goring deep holes in my flesh. He crouched, his legs coiled like springs about to stretch. A low growl tore from his lips and traveled to my highly trained ears. That was unusual enough. Unusual until he shifted.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

My awesome suspense story

Bum bum bum bum! I have decided to post a story that I am working on for honors language. But I'm not letting you see it all at once. I'm so evil. MUHUHAHAHA!

A short story by Ethan Hallstrom

I was sitting in the living room, practicing my favorite pastime. Lazyness, I glanced down at my watch anxiously. Yes, it was finally time.
I started down towards the door while the sun glimmered down through the glass windows. A beautiful day for “exercise.” And just as I opened the door, Liz, my 16-year-old sister, caught up with me. She threw her raven black hair, just like everyone else’s in the family, and leaned on the door.
“Where to, little brother?” Liz asked nonchalantly.
“The woods,” I replied. No lies there.
“Let me guess, exercise?”
“Yep. You know me so well.”
“Okay, as long as you stay safe,” she replied. I chuckled under my breath. She didn’t have a clue.

I blazed though the woods. Everything blurred past, but my eyes had no problem. Even at impossible speeds, my senses worked as well as if I was strolling across the park. I jumped up to a tree branch, gripping it with my fingers. I willed my claws to come out. They did, and quick as a blink, I was jumping to another branch, 5 yards away. With my claws out, I simply gored into the wood and hung there.
I began to climb.
20 seconds later, I was at the top of the huge oak tree. I settled down on the top branch. I looked at my hands in redundant awe. I still couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have this power. I felt like I could rip down this tree. I probably could. I mean, nothing is impossible for a half tiger.
I gazed down upon the Montana forest. Nobody ever came to this spot, and nobody but me ever will. I was happy with that little thought, that little reassurance that I wasn’t going to be discovered, and thrown into a medical research center somewhere.
Well, until I was proven wrong.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


Please see = P.S

    I beg of you, please check out my post, Champion!, and comment! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!

Response to your comments

I was going to call this, "My comments about your comments." But I remembered Andrew's blog. So I'm going with plain old "Response To Your Comments."
I just came home from school. I decided to check my blog, because my mom told me she had posted a link to it on her, ahem, "noticed" blog. I scrolled down, and the number 5 jumped out at my face and kicked my skull in. Holy moose with a mangled mammoth! That was a lot of comments!
But the point of this post is to respond to some of your comments.

Thank you for that well written comment. And I have an answer to that question about my parents influencing my opinions. The answer is a resounding, kinda. I actually liked him second to Romney, and then he dropped out. So I liked Obama. I didn't know much though.
That is where my parents come in. They answered all of my questions, with more or less enthusiasm. And that kind of bolstered my interests.

Don't get me wrong here. I don't hate Mccain. I don't hate Palin. Well, I strongly dislike her, but that's not the point. I actually am (don't take this too seriously, I'm only 12) more Republic than Democrat. i just think that Obama is what this country needs.

Sunday, November 9, 2008


I witnessed history. Tuesday, November fourth, 2008 I saw Obama win the presidential election. I supported with him the whole time. That's really saying something, considering that none of my friends liked him.
But, the next day was horrible. HORRIBLE. I got to school, and was immediatly asked if I liked him. Upon answering, I was bombarded with false prejudices. The rest of the day sounded like this.
"He is gonna kill us all."
" Because of his 85% tax cuts, I won't get a vacation for 5 years."
" He lived in Indonesia, so he is a terrorist."
"Barack Obama plans to raise school hours to 9, and we will also have schools on Saturdays,"
"He has terrorist contacts."
"He killed a 7 year old girl."
"My dad says that we might not have enough money to live in America now that he is elected."

All of these are so INFURIATING!!!!!!!! And none of these are true. Listen to the last one. The key word is dad. The parents are telling them all this. Why? Give Obama a chance. He hasn't done anything. And the tax cuts? Only 35%. If you make more that 250,000 a year. That won't really affect you.
So, if liking Obama makes me, I quote, either evil or retarted (pardon my language, it was a quote) then, sobeit. He is good for this country, and we'll all see that later.
Enough of my ranting, so see ya later!