CHASETHURMAN65

Blog entry No. 6-Lucky Charm

Word count: 275

            Every champion has a lucky charm. For me it’s a little thing I like to call THE BEAST. This so called beast is a t-shirt that is cut off at the belly. It’s a football shirt that says beast on it. This shirt is magical I have worn it many times to lead a victory onto and off of the battle field, or football field. I believe that to be a winner in anything in life you have to be a beast and just hurt people when they challenge you. I believe that football is like combat and if you don’t win your dead. That is partially true because in practice you do die. Not only in practice does this happen but in your heart. This feeling is made up of a few things, hurt, hate, and disappointment in your own self mainly and these feelings are not good feelings at all, sadly I have felt this rarely. This shirt has been my dear great friend Nick Fontaine and my luck charm for this entire year. And so Far every game that we have worn it to, he or I. We have won that game. It is truly majestic. If you’re looking for a good luck charm, STOP! Once you go looking for something in this case you don’t find it. What you will find though is something different. You will find what you call a lucky charm but is what is actually a weird piece of material and isn’t a lucky charm. Just something you call it. This is like champions, champions aren’t found…. There born!    

A Dream Come True

A Dream Come True: Blog Number 5

Word Count: 267

            The most terrifying dream I have ever had was probably the one just last night. It was the weekend and I woke up to go out and run. I suddenly discovered my neighbor out in her yard eating her dog. I said hello and thought nothing of it, until she came after me I soon realized she was a zombie. So I started running for help but soon realized that everyone except my family was a zombie I sprinted for over an hour with a pack of 500 zombies about a mile off because after all I am a stud runner. They knew exactly where I was, and where I was going. I had recently read about zombies in an article called- What Happens If You goes on a Run and Everyone Is a Zombie except your family. It was a very interesting article. Here’s what it said, if this should happen run to your house block all entrances to your house get all family members a gun and set up a perimeter to get ready to kill a bunch of zombies. So that’s exactly what I did. We fought off a bunch of zombies forever until a Nissan titan came plowing into the lot of all the zombies as I heard an Ar-15 exploding from the bed of the truck. Suddenly out popped Joey and his dad and brother and together we stopped the zombie apocalypse. This dream has recurred twice except me and my best friend Joey were green beret expert killers that were dead.

Design A Castaway Friend

Designing A Castaway Friend: Blog 4

Word count: 352

           

On August 9^th 2012 I will be traveling to the mystical land of Tacolopolis in an airplane with only a fifth full tank of gas on a stormy night over the pacific. After about three hours in the air with only an hour left we crossed over Bermuda. Suddenly out of no were the lights went out as the plane was struck by 12 lightning bolts and sent hurdling down into the ocean luckily I was in the bathroom at the time and pulled up my pants as I ran out to the escape hatch and jumped out into the freezing water just as the plane hit the water. Suddenly he hundred of screams I had heard stopped in an instant. I knew I was the only survivor. I looked around and saw a floating tub in the water and swam over to it and grabbed a hold of it. The next morning I woke up on a beach the waves must have put me to sleep I thought. I quickly got up and walked around the island I had found myself on, this was not Tacolopolis. I found myself all alone on an island with a pond for drinking water and many foreign animals like blue zebras and yellow caribous. I stood a moment to collect my thoughts until I saw the tub. I ran as fast as I could over to the tub and opened it inside there were a single wooden crossbow and a package of 300 broad heads with 90 shafts. I decided to call the crossbow Bessie and carved her name into the stock with a bowie knife I had found in the box also. We became great friends and survived for over three years until we decided to build a raft and set sail. The raft was very successful because we had found an inboard speedboat motor on the beach and strapped it to the back. We then met up with a cargo ship and were saved Bessie and I are still good friends to this day.