Blog #3

It’s been a long day at work, you’re tired, you want to go home, but most of all, you’re desperately craving a chocolate bar. After a long day of bragging to everyone that you’ve started a new diet, you can’t just mosey on over to the vending machine and grab a snickers.  After making an excuse to your wife and co-workers of why you are staying at work so late, you realize the coast is clear, and there is a large chunk of medal waiting for you at the end of the hallway. Is it time, could it possibly be? Swift movements of my feet, take me quickly down through the hallway, through the doors, stopping right in front of the metal beast that either makes or breaks my diet destiny. After a final check making sure no one is around to witness, I thrust my hand into my lint lined pocket and pull out a loonie. Thoughts ramble around inside my head, still not sure about the whole thing I close my eyes and bring my hand up to the coin slot. I hear the loonie drop, and I know I must act fast. Lightly waddling my fingers over the buttons I press E7. E7, who knew these two buttons, could cause a person so much joy. I reach down to grab that delicious chocolate bar, and to my surprise there isn’t just one mouth-watering bar, but TWO! Shocked I stuffed the two bars up my shirt and fled to the washroom, were I hide in a stall. Slowly undressing the chocolate, tears were almost falling from my eyes. There I sit, scarfing down my enemy, thinking about my wife, will she notice the chocolate on my breath? That must not be an option. Throwing the wrappers carefully in the garbage, I make sure to check my face of chocolate residue. As I drive home I tell myself this is a one-time thing, and erase my memory of this odd day.

Blog #2

Some people call it bubble wrap, but I call it pure amusement. Bubble wrap, if your not familiar, is a sheet of plastic with hundreds of air filled bubbles, used in shipping to shield and prevent the, usually breakable items in closed inside if it from getting damaged. I think we've all experienced the simple joy of popping bubble wrap. The clueless state your mind is in just adds to the ability to feel completely free. Just imagine receiving a package only to find endless bubble wrap inside. Telling by the possible grin on your face, your thinking of a time way back when you lost control over the silly thing. I definitely praise the person who thought of the idea for bubble wrap, keeping me entertained for hours after hours, as being an only child I spent a lot of time alone. One memory I have from bubble wrap was nine years ago, when I was just in grade one. My father brought home a package, the contents I cannot remember, but surrounding the contents was indeed bubble wrap. My hands were already reaching for the phone to call my best friend, and invite her over to play with the bubble wrap. All day long we swaddled ourselves in bubble wrap and pushed each other down the stairs, breaking out in continuous laughter. There are countless ways to get enjoyment out of bubble wrap, all you need is imagination.

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Me snorkaling at the Great Berrier Reef
in Australia two years ago.



        Blue. One word, one syllable, four letters. Most think its just a colour, but not me. As my father always says, "Its her crazy secret obsession, that's not very secretive." I do agree with him, I mean, it is an obsession, a compulsion maybe. Why? You might ask, I honestly can't put my finger on it, but I do know blue is perceived as the colour of water. Ever since I could walk on my own two feet I've been in or around water. Swimming, splashing, and pulling the legs and arms off aquatic insects. Gross? I never stopped to think about the unpleasant state of these poor creatures. Personaly I just wanted to understand more about aquatic insects and animals. Blue hair, blue clothes, only drinking out of blue cups and only ever writing in blue ink, yes I take my obsession seriously. When I was seven I painted my room like the southwest pacific ocean, therfore I would never be away from the place I love best. My home. Yes, I may have not been born in Australia, but I treat it like I was. For I am a Australian citizen. It's too early to tell now, but I am moving to Australia. With my luck it will be this year, but you never know. If I make it there in the next few years, with no doubt about it, im attending highschool. Spend the rest of my highschool years here? Yes thats fine, but I wont be staying long after graduation. James Cook University awaits me. Carins is were I wish to recive my Deploma of Science and my Bachelor of Science (Marine Biology Advanced). If you haven't already guessed, I am striving to be an acomplished Marine Biologest, studying in deep sea life. It may be short, but this is the story of my life, or as much as i'm willing to tell you.