There's A Bird In There!!!!! (description)

     The silver, cylindrical monstrosity that feeds on society's excrement sits peacefully digesting its morning meal. Peering down into the mouth of the beast, a paper plate stained with grease is joined by a Starbucks© cup, a bag of SnackMix©, some unidentified liquids, and one half eaten dead bird. These various items are protected from the beast's gullet by a thin plastic bag that robs glutton from it's meal whenever it stuffs itself to overflowing. This condom like device fits neatly around its lips forming a tight seal so stray refuse does not find its way into the fiend without protection. The edge of the plastic bag reaches the dull colored handles that allow the beast's masters to move it from place to place. These handles sit atop the only section of shiny aluminum that is not scared by long dents running perpendicular to its mouth and the bricks the creature sits on top of. These oddly shaped dents serve no purpose and mar the hideous creature's already horrendous appearance. This trash can sits alone in the quad, separated from its own kind and surrounded by barbarians that continuously taunt him with meals of used cups and plates, only to take the feast away before it can swallow. But, there it sits, in the middle of the quad.

1. I learned that the structure or the lengthening of the paragraphs brought us closer to the box man.

2. The literal meaning of the text and why he supposedly had STD's

3. I wish i had asked about the box man's STD's

I am a Brony

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Senior Project

At first I had a great deal of trouble choosing the final topic for my Senior Project. I bounced around with different ideas, such as gardening and blogging. Than we had a project for AP US to cook something for the class so I made moon-pies with a friend. It was so much fun I decided I wanted to learn more on the subject of cooking, and what better way than doing a senior project on cooking? In all truth I'm not completely new to the subject since I've been cooking meals for myself since i was young, but nothing good.

When I presented this idea, some laughed, some cried, some cheered, and some cried some more. The all asked me why and I said to get the ladies of course, secretly hiding my true intent to atcually learn to cook because its fun (not really a secret anymore but I digress).

Some time in the year, I will host a dinner party for my friends and cook everything to be eaten, hopefully only one runs away screaming. In this dinner I will try to recreate everything I have practiced over the year and present my patented cookbook, selling for only $20 each.

Long Form for Dumbing Us Down

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About me

My name is Robert James Wakerlin. I am a Senior at Napa High School who will be graduating High School next spring. I run with the cross country team and I vault with the track and field team. I am the leader the Napa High vault team and I hold the pole-vault record at Napa High. My favorite activity/hobby/sport is pole-vaulting. A vault is an experience known by few and all but impossible to describe, but, I will try my best to impart the thrilling excitement that courses through my body every time I vault in the next few lines.
I go through my usual routine before every vault, sets of little nervous twitches to loosen me up and prepare myself for the upcoming vault. My pole grows heavier in my hands with every passing moment. I then pick myself up and begin my slow trot down the runways. As the distance between me and the pit closes, I accelerate up until the butt of my pole plants in the box. My right leg drive upwards as if I was trying to knee myself in the chest. My right arm extends above my head as my left pushes against the pole, upward and outwards, storing it with the energy that will be needed to through me over the bar. As my left foot gives one more little push, I leave the ground and begin to aggressively swing my leg forward. The pole, still bent at this point, begins to curl forward as my left leg drives in an arching motion until both my legs are above my head. The pole begins to uncoil as I uncoil my body, lifting myself up the pole. My body straitens along the uncoiling pole my arms beginning to push downward. This push lifts my body above the now strait pole giving me a precious few more inches as my body slips over the cross-bar. My left arm gives one last little flick so the pole falls away from me. I fall slowly towards the earth either in elation as I see the bar remaining on the standards or deflation as I see the bar fall to earth with me. My back hits the mat with a final defining impact, the cushion either slowing my fall so I can spring back up or abruptly stopping my fall and pushing the wind from my lungs.
For those of you who do still do not understand what a vault is here is a link to one of the best vaults ever accomplished. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPoteIlsAeU (to see the current world record vault skip to 3:20) Here is another video of Serjei Bubka (the best vaulter ever) in slow-mo. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=KUPBl4xToUM&NR=1
Another overwhelming aspect of my life is a certain fandom that I have been sucked into. A fandom that revolves around a world of technicolor ponies. Say what you will but, I like the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. For those of you who do not know what this is or haven't taken a stance on the show yet, here is my personal favorite episode for your viewing pleasure. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JS5jioC2T1U. It starts off slow but really picks up towards the end.
My other hobbies include gaming, reading, sleeping, eating, cooking (which happens to be my senior project), and arguing.