The Famous Lady Gaga

This Blog is for ages six to thirty.  For all Lady Gaga fans as well!! Go Gaga.     

     Joanna Stefani Germanotta known as Lady Gaga was born on March 20^th, 1986.  She got her nickname from a Queen’s song called “Radio Gaga.”  She is from a good Italian family from the lower East Side of New York.  Lady Gaga ahs become a successful American singer, writer and musician.

 

     Growing up, Joanna would sing along on her tape recorder to songs by Michael Jackson and Cyndi Lauper.  Her and her father used to enjoy the Beatles and Rolling Stones together while dancing and singing along.  Her favorite gender of music is rock, pop and theatre, which have reflected her own style of music.  By the age of thirteen, Joanna had written her first piano ballad.  She attended Regis High School where she participated in several school plays and was part of the Jazz Band.  Surprisingly she also attended an all-girls private school called the Convent of the Sacred Heart School – where Paris and Nicky Hilton attended too.

 

     Her career began to form at the age of fourteen when she would sing on open mike nights at clubs like Bitter’s End in New York City.  In 2006 Joanna started working with music producer Rob Fusari.  With him, she wrote many of her early down town hits.  It was in 2007 when Joanna landed a job that would change her life drastically forever.  She was offered a deal with Interscope as a songwriter and was partnered with Akon.

 

     Now Joanna is a worldwide known American singer.  She has recently released an album titled The Fame and has successfully hit the charts at number five in Canada.

Marina Efstat

This blog is for readers of any age.  It is just an autobiography :) Enjoy.

Free writing, an Autobiography.

 

    My name is Marina Efstathiadis and I was born and raised in Toronto on October 31^st, 1991.  Until I was three years old, I was a happy only child.  After that though, my mother decided to have another child.  The only problem with this was, not only did one come out, but instead two did.  So now I have two little twin brothers are currently fourteen years old.  I also have my mother and father who are still happily married.

 

Since I was fourteen years old, I have been employed.  I first started working at a family owned Greek business – called Select Bakery.  I worked there for a year and a half and then decided to gain experience in a different field.  Now to this current date, I am employed with two jobs that I absolutely love.  I work for my father’s electrical company, where I do the company’s book keeping.  I also work for Sobeys where I do customer service.  I enjoy working because it is my source of income!

 

     In my spare time, I enjoy just relaxing and hanging out with friends.  I am also really excited to continue my education at Centennial College – where I will be studying the subject of Broadcasting and Film. 

 

     Now you know a bit about me, hope my life wasn’t too boring for you to read!

Stubborn Child

Poem.  Short and funny, for ages six to twelve.

 

Don’t suck your thumb,

My mother said.

I answer why and scratched my head.

She said its done, now go to bed!

That night I sucked my toe instead J

Review for People's Magazine

This is a review for People’s Magazine.  This blog is mostly for people who do not usually read People.  Ages thirteen to thirty.

 

     People magazine is a source for learning about the latest trends, gossip, and real life stories.

 

     People magazine is a unique magazine that not only focuses on the life of the rich and famous and the expensive clothing styles celebrities wear.  It focuses on in-depth stories that depict the lives of everyday people.  It also contains reviews regarding books, TV, music and movies that are relatively useful.

 

     People magazine is a magazine that has many categories that other magazines do not care to include.  Most other magazines have a bundle of advertisements and styles only rich people can afford.  Not to mention that most magazines are over priced – like Rolling Stones or Flare.  People’s magazine is fairly accurate with their information and focus not only on one topic (ex. Rolling Stones focuses mostly on music) but on a variety of topics

 

     They include passages on the deaths, births, engagements’ and breakups.  They also mention things of importance – about regular people. Such as fatal accidents, rescues, heroes and brave children.  It is a great magazine for people who are any shape or form because it includes articles of real life stories.  It also includes articles of how celebrities are not actually perfect they are just airbrushed to appear that way.  People’s magazine is cheap and resourceful for our everyday lives. 

Review for Facebook

This blog is for all ages, those who do not have Facebook mostly in order to persuade them to join.

      Facebook – a social networking website that allows you to connect with friends and family worldwide.

    Facebook is a great way to connect with people from anywhere in the world.  It is a very useful website that contains many applications that are easy to use and appropriate.

 

     Many applications on Facebook are actually fun, like the games and quizzes they have.  Facebook provides many forms of entertainment, not just communication.  For example, Facebook provides a photo uploader where peoples photos’ are stored in they choose to store them in.  This is really useful, especially for those whose hard drives collapse often.  You can also add applications on Facebook that regard things about you, so your friends can get to know you better.  Then of course there is the wonderful “wall,” where anyone on your friends list can communicate with you!

 

     However, many people do not prefer having their privacy interfered with.  Yet Facebook also provides a high security privacy setting.  In your privacy setting, you are able to select what you do, and do not want displayed.  You can also remove applications, like the wall, if you feel uncomfortable with other people seeing what has been written to you on it.  Facebook is a great social networking website that cares about the privacy of their users.

 

     If you’re not a Facebook user, a highly recommend that you sign up today!  It is a safe, easy to use website that allows you to keep in touch with friends and family anywhere in the world.  It is also a worthwhile website and a fantastic upload facility.  

Something Borrowed

For the ages of fifteen and fourty-five because this novel is a great to relate to personal situations.

This is my review on a book titled "Something Borrowed."

Rachel White is a young attorney that works in a law firm and detests it.  She is a very conservative woman that has always been the shadow of her best friend Darcy.  Darcy is a beautiful woman that enjoys her career and has the perfect fiancee.  After Darcy throws Rachel a thirtieth birthday party, Rachel realizes she is not getting any younger. After a night of too many drinks Rachel ends up going home with Darcy's fiancee Derek.  The morning after, Rachel realizes that what she has done is completely wrong.  Derek however admits to being completely sombre and sane.  This is a novel of twisted relationships and full of drama.  Rachel realizes that she has to choose between true happiness or loyalty.  Her decision will take you on a ride where you will experience laughter, tears and happiness.

Darcy and Rachel have been best friends since they were three years old.  Darcy has always been jealous of Rachels perfection, yet Rachel does not realize this.  Rachel has been the shadow of Darcy for over twenty years and decides on her thirtieth birthday that enough is enough. 

This novel is abosolutely entertaining and enjoyable to read.  It takes you through twists that you will never expect and leave you in complete awe.  I definitely recommend it.  It is a easy read and will take you on an emotional roller coaster ride you will never forget.  If you read Something Borrowed you will want to complete the series of Emily Griffin's novels. 

A Disappointing Obsession

Many were obsessed with seeing the movie Obsessed, yet they were left in disappointment.

Obsessed, starring Beyonce Knowles as Sharon and Idris Elba as her husband Derek is a remake that should not have been remade. When happily married Shannon and Derek move into a new house with their son, their life seems perfect. Derek is an attractive asset manager, who basically makes a killing. No wonder they're so happy. When Derek's assistant is sick for a few days, a temp named Lisa (Ali Larter) replaces him. The obvious occurs and Lisa becomes obsessed with Derek. The plot is so predictable and cheesy. In the end, we know the crazy psycho temp will have iti out with the wife. As i recall during this scene, where no one seems to get hurt Beyonce refers to Lisa as "skinny white ass," really?

After being in five previous movies, hasn't Beyonce accepted the fact that she cannot act? Her acting skills are horrible, she should star in moving involving gangs rather than high class. Her slang drew the audience away from the whole high class scene that was trying to be portrayed. Other than those disappointments’, I would give huge credit to Ali Larter and Idris Elba for co-operating with such a B movie actor. I think they did a great job in playing their characters. Oh wait...Maybe that's why they had ten times the lines. Also congratulations to Shannon and Derek’s little boy in the movie, you did better than your "mommy." Beyonce, how much more famous do you want to be? Stick to singing, you ruined a movie that had potential.

I actually wanted to see this movie to see how Beyonce would do in it. Thank God I went on a Tuesday where the ticket was half price. For anyone who wants to see the movie, honestly save your money and watch the trailer. The trailer basically describes the whole movie. There is no need to be obsessed with seeing Obsessed because after you have watched it, you will need to be caressed from being upset you wasted your money!

Honesty is Virtue

This blogg is for American Idol fans, and Simon Cowel fans. It is also for the ages of anywhere between six and thirty five.

This is a conversation between me and Simon Cowel. Remember when reading this, picture his English accent... it sounds more believable.



M: Simon, you need to stop being a prick to all those Idols in the making!



SC: No, I completely disagree. Constructive criticism is essential for improvement.



M: Yeah, but don't you think your a bit harsh on them?

SC: Not at all. I think you have to jugde everything based on your personal taste. If that means being critical, then so be it.

M: Yeah, but some of your comments are even threatening.

SC: Like what? When i said i was gonna reach out for a hook if the person did not shut up. I literally meant every word of that. They were horrible, one of the worst singers i've heard in my life.

M: (Laughing and a bit nervous) I just think that you are too harsh. Some people probably want to go home and like kill themselves ha-ha.

SC: Yes well, some of them are just absolutely desperate for time on air and should realize that they have just invented a new form of torture for the audience.

M: Thank God your a judge for American Idol and not Canadian. Maybe i still have a chance.

SC: Yeah well, i highly doubt that. Don't get your hopes up.

M: (Laughing and ignoring his comment) You're so rude!

SC: I not rude, i am just honest.

M: Honesty is a virtue, I guess...

SC: Exactly. Don't you think its unfair that i have to put up with complete idiots? There's only so much punishment a human can take, and i cannot take anymore. If you suck, i will tell you.

M: You are too much.

Jolly Old Santa

This blog is for the ages of six-thirteen mostly or for all you believers in Santa Clause!

This is a conversation between Santa Clause and I.

M:  Santa!  I didn't even recognize you with your shaved beard.

SC:  Ho-Ho-Ho!  Well do you think i could handle such a thing in this hot weather?

M:  (Blushing and embarrassed)  Yeah, you do have a point ha-ha.  So how boring must summer time be for you?

SC:  Ho-Ho-Ho!  It is definantly not a time of boredom.  This is my time to relax for a bit, before fall comes and the elves and I need to start making toys.  I love Summer.

M:  (Feeling stupid now)  Yeah i guess you have a point to that too.  Gee, i really don't know how things work in the North Pole i guess.  

SC: (Laughing)  It's not your fault.  Movies on Christmas in the North Pole don't educate you children enough on the hard work we do or the vacations we get.  You know we are considered humans in some way too.

M:  Of course i think your human Santa, somewhat (and smiles).  So for this year, am I on the naughty or good list?

SC:  (Looking down at his feet.) Well, you see.. a lot of teenagers aren't usually on the good list.

M: (Sad)  Yeah but...

SC:  Ho! Ho! Ho!  How about this Marina, if you act good until Christmas I will bring you the most special gift ever.

M: (With a huge smile on her face) Thanks Santa!!

A True Character

This is for teenagers from ages thirteen to nineteen.  

This is a dialogue between Me and Stephanie Pratt.

Sp:  Oh-my-Gee, like i cannot get over how hard and stressful work is.

M:  Yeah, Kelly must be a complete Hitler.  How was the model shoot?

SP:  (Starring in mid-air, twirling her hair)

M:  Steph? Are you even listening?

SP: (Snapping out of it) Oh my God, I just totally blanked out.  (Shruggs shoulders and is laughing)  I was daydreaming about Robert.

M: (Agitated) Okay, focus for once in your life.  Whose Robert now?

SP: (Face lights up with a huge smile) He's a sweetheart you don't even know!  He took me out for dinner last night.

M: (Looking at her nails and then looking up)  What?  When were you going to tell me this?  How was it!?

SP:  (Blushing)  Well, it wasn't really a date.  We actually kinda just bumped into each other at Ben and Jerry's and he payed for my food.

M:  (Rolling her eyes and shaking her head)  You are a character Steph, I swear to God.

SP:  (Laughing)  Whatever, you know i like to spice things up.  It's just...so...me ha-ha.

Fool Me Once Shame on You, Fool Me Twice Shame on Me

This is for people of the ages ten to twenty one but especially Hills fans!!  This is for everyone who knows how stupid Heidi Montag acts ... and for those of you who don't know how she acts, this is a perfect example.

This is a conversation between a woman that is twenty three years old and Heidi Montag from the Hills.

Heidi: (Confronting the Girl with fierce eyes and an angry facial expression) Honestly, you need to get your own boyfriend.

Girl:  (With a huge grin on her face)  Reality check, your boyfriend is two-timing you...With me.

Heidi: (Flipping her hair and shaking her head) Gosh, like that is only because you dress skanky and are seducing him!

Girl:  (With confusion at first and then laughing)  So any girl that seduces him, is gonna get his attention?  You are actually a bimbo in real life.

Heidi: (Angrily responding) No I'm not saying that and I'm not going to explain myself to you.  Like just get your own boyfriend you home-wrecker.

Girl:  (With sarcasm and confidence) Whatever dude, if it's not me, it will be another girl.  Good luck with that rat face.

Heidi:  (Trying to react with a good comeback, but ending up confused in her own statement)  Ya well at least it won't be you...I mean uh--

Girl:  (Laughing and slowly turning her back to walk away)  Ha-ha okay look, save yourself from looking more stupid and just stop talking.  

Untouchable

This post is for teenagers that are 14-18. It is an experience that some kids within this age group experience in scenarios common to the one in this post. Enjoy....

Everything was a blur to me that day. It started off fine, we were all at a party hanging out and then it got out of control…I never imagined I would try it, but somehow I was persuaded into trying it. It was out of control, it was crazy, and it was unreal.

The party started unusually early, my girlfriends and I were excited because our crushes were going to be there. Everyone was drinking and then out of nowhere some random kid I had never seen before pulls out a huge bag of coke. Everyone was doing it; I was scared because I knew my turn would soon come up. I didn’t know how to say no, I didn’t say no.

I was afraid I wasn’t going to snort it right, that everyone would laugh at me, but I didn’t have a problem. Just after two minutes my body became numb and my emotions were running. I felt extremely happy, and I felt in control of everything. At that point, nothing could upset me; it did not cross my mind that what I had done was wrong. I was on top of the world and no one could ruin my high. The party had gotten out of control and a neighbour had called the police, not the greatest thing when almost everyone in the house is high on drugs.

Before I knew it, my two friends Jake and Felicia grabbed me and ran out the back door through the connecting alley. It was raining outside and the cold rain felt relaxing on my bare arms. Everything was blurry, the lights were more colourful then they usually appear for me. All I could see was the rain and whoosh of our legs moving. We were running fast. My heart was thumping so fast I thought it was going to pop out of my chest.

I wont ever forget this night, the colours, the blur, and the running we did. It was memorable, but something I will never do again. However, the feeling I got was indescribable, something that I’m afraid to think of because it makes me want to go back to it; Go back to the night where I was running with the ice cold rain melting against my heated body.

Fighting a Fear

This is for women from the age of 35 and up. Staying young is every womans' dream. Unfortunately, we all age...just do not let it get this far. As you can see this woman regretted it :)

I was always afraid of getting old when I was younger. Looking at this picture that my son took of me when we took my grandchildren to the fair showed the fear on my face. I absolutely disguise pictures because it only shows how much older I really am.

Here I am stuck at a fair with all these beautiful young women. I’m the old lady that makes them think to themselves “I don’t want to ever become like that.” Its true, no one does, and I sure didn’t. Look at me! How did I allow myself to get so wrinkly? My hair is white, why didn’t I ever think of dying it? The pain of being old hit me hard when I saw this picture. This picture opened my eyes and made me realize I needed to do something about my appearance. I gave up a long time ago, thinking that old people are supposed to look like this. Who made those rules up? I did in my head, which I regret. I need to fix this, which is my new goal…

Enough is Enough

This is for children of the ages six to fourteen. We have all been put in positions like this where we think our parents are monsters! But in reality, they love us and we never will end up moving out at eighteen. Ha-ha it is funny to think, what if babies really do think like this?


Okay, why am I being placed on a wooden floor? And why is this ridiculous costume on my person? Parents these days think that everything so stupid is so cute. What am I supposed to be anyway? I want it off right now, and as much as I cry and complain they wont take it off. So now I have come to the point where I am just going to take this crap for a bit longer and pose for their stupid pictures. I hate being a baby; I have no say in anything, and end up in situations LIKE THIS all the time. I am absolutely tired of people pinching my cheeks and speaking to me in a language I don’t even understand. Ga-ga-gu-gah? What the heck is that supposed to mean? I can’t wait until the day I turn eighteen and move out of this house. I hear my parents telling my brothers all the time that they were supposed to move out at eighteen and how come they didn’t. When they respond by saying that they were stupid and young for saying those things I think to myself…WELL I AM DEFINITELY MOVING OUT. Putting me in a costume like this, where I am itchy and sweaty is not good parenting. In fact I feel as if I should call childcare right now and tell them what is going on. I guess I am going to have to endure this for a little longer, but mark my words; I am out when I am eighteen!

Facing my Greatest Fear

This post is for the ages of fourteen to eighty. It is a story that people can relate to, if they have lost a loved one. Facing your fear is what it takes to overcome it. Enjoy.

At the beginning it was a nightmare I played over in my head every night. I thought that something was wrong with me at first, but then I realized that I had been living through this nightmare because I could not accept it. When I was seventeen years old, my father committed suicide. It was difficult for my whole family, but particularly me because my father and I were the closest. He was my best friend, someone I confided in with all my life experiences.

When I first heard what happened I thought it was all a mistake. That they didn’t identify the man who jumped off the rocks into the crashing waves correctly. It couldn’t be him I kept repeating, why would he do that? His life was perfect, from what it seemed. He had a happy marriage, we were not poor, and he had me. Reality slapped me in the face when my father didn’t come home one day, then two days, then three days, and then a year.

After seeing so many doctors I came to the conclusion that they were no help. I appreciated their sympathy and comfort, but that was not what would help me overcome my nightmares. I never visited the crime scene of where it all happened; I just pictured it in my head. I couldn’t bear to see the spot where my father ended his life, where he unknowingly ended mine. Two years later and here I am. I never thought in a million years I would come to this horrific site. Here I am standing alone on a rock, maybe the rock he jumped from. I try to talk myself into heading back to the car, when I think of alternative option. What if my father jumped because life was harder than death? What if he jumped because the life he is living now, like the life the Bible describes when the world will come to its end is more exciting and peaceful. I decide to jump too. I slowly make my way closer to the edge of the slippery rock, the black crashing waves hitting against it with full force. Then suddenly I feel a warm breeze pass me. I feel as if someone is standing behind me, I turn around and my father stands with his arms behind his back and his head down. He looks like he is in pain. Dad? Is it really you? Bu-u-ut I thought you were…Dad? My father just looked at me and started to smile. Why are you smiling? You know we have all been worried sick about you don’t you? Mom is a wreck, and as for me, well you totally screwed my life up. How could you do this to us? He just kept looking at me and smiling. As I was about to say something he cut me off and told me that he loved me. He said that he did not commit suicide, that he was enjoying the black, crashing waves when he slipped and fell into the water. The waves were too strong for my father to fight. I stood there, my mind racing with millions of questions. Before I could ask any of them, he told me he loved mom and me and disappeared…

Life in the Dark

This is for all ages because again, it is an easy read and it is inspiring. I would like to dedicate it to all the blind people in the world for being strong and happy without sight. You create your own sight, you have the power of that.

It's black all the time
I am used to it, I am fine
It is black everyday
Other's wonder if I'm okay

What you dont know, is that I can see
Just not what you see, do you follow me?
I see many other things
With my imagination which make me sing

You see all the horrible things in the world
But with my eyes i create a neworld
A world where only good exists
A world that no one could resist

With love, laughter, life and joy
And also the perfect fairy tale boys
I am happy, do not feel sorry for me
If you had my sight, you would agree

Peaceful Beauty

This post if for the ages of anywhere between ten and eighty. It is for everyone, an easy read poem. Especially however, for those who love the land! ENJOY

Mountains, hills, trees so green
You look at them and feel so free
Deep enhales of clean, unpolluted air
I want to stay here forever its just not fair

The earths white sand almost touching your feet
It feels so cold and refreshing when they meet
Or the ocean with it's splashing waves
The way their blue and always cave

Whether sitting on a mountain top
Or a piece of log
It is peaceful, pleasant, and pretty
Way better than living in the city

The land is a wonderful place
Full of love, life and different race
So don't forget to take some time
To enjoy the land and the wind chimes!

Gentle Touch

This blog is for ages of 14-50. Enjoy it!


When I close my eyes I hope to dream,
Except for when they make me scream,
Images of fright running through my mind
I try to fight but they grab me from behind


Other nights however I dream of him
I cant distinguish his face, but his name is Tim
He whispers my name so gentle and kind
Even when im awake he is always on my mind



His eyes, so green, so humble
When I try to speak I can only mumble
This is not real, he is fake I say
I contemplate this while we lay

When I wake up I still feel this dream was real
I wish it was, I would agree to any deal
Then reality strikes me, leaving me in dismay
He was too good for me anyway

Life is too Short

This post is for people between sixteen and fifty years old. Everything happens for a reason in life, remember that.

"Life is short, painful, exciting, and devastating. Life is a privledge, we should cherrish our lives and enjoy them to the fullest" Marina Efstathiadis

A man outside the subway station was drinking a mickey of vodka in a brown paper bag. His name was Fred. Fred was an alcoholic. He was dressed in a baggy grey sweater and dark denim jeans. Fred had money, his clothes proved that. His beard needed to be shaved and his hair needed a haircut.

Fred was happily married for three years, he also has a two year old son. Fred lost his family in a car crash that was his fault. He was drunk and drove the car off a bridge. Fred was the only survivor, his wife died from interior bleeding and his son died from a head injury. Fred has been devastated for the past two years because he knew the death of his family could have been prevented.

Fred unfortunately lost his job but is now getting paid unemployment. He is invovled in AA meetings for his addiction - alcohol. Fred never used to be an alcoholic, but he started drinking due to the death of his mother.

Fred was a great father and a great husband. He took his son everwhere, his wife out for special dinners every weekend, and was even promoted at work. He was a coach for a recreational soccer team and played on a team himself.

Fred's life has been going downhill since the car crash. His father, past co-workers, and friends are devastated and scared for Fred's life. He finds that there is no point to life now, that he should have died too. He is slowly trying to kill himself because he is in so much agony. He is doing it slow so that he can feel pain, just like the pain he caused his wife and son.

Fred is determined to be with his family again, no matter the consequences, or pain it takes.

Happiness is Within Yourself

This post is for woman between the ages of fourteen to fourty.
“Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.” Joanne Kathleen Rowling




I was walking downtown - obviously shopping, when a tall, beautiful, flawless woman walked passed me and caught my attention. She carried a big, red leather bag that seemed too big for her puny body; This woman was annorexic. She looked as if i could push her over with my pinky, while causing severe damage to her bones. She was too thin.

Her name was Kimya. Kimya was a model, a starving model. She dressed very chic and walked with attitude. Kimya new she was beautiful, she knew that she caught everyones' attention but she didn't flaunt herself. Her ice blue eyes popped out of her face with the help of her jet black hair. Her hair was long, very long and shiny.

Kimya was beautiful. That was undeniable, however for some odd reason Kimya seemed sad. When i looked deep into her eyes i realized Kimya was miserable. She seemed depressed. Work had been very stressful for her, she had to much competition. Her agent was pushing her to lose more weight, or her job would be in jeoprody. She could not afford to lose more weight and she knew that.

Kimya took the right path, she decided to tell her agent to accept her for what she is or she would personally rip up their contract. She told her agent she was fed up with her pushing her around and she needed more respect. Kimya stood up for herself, she did the right thing because if she didn't it may have cost her life.

Kimya realized it was not all about being thin. She got tired of people critisizing her and of always watching what she eats. She is young, she has a whole life ahead of her and she does not want to ruin it because of some stupid modelling career. She is now in acting and has happily gained twenty pounds. Kimya is the happiest she has ever been because she is happy with herself and for herself and not for anyone else.

The Stress of College

This post is for people who get stressed out easily in life. For highschool students going into college or university. It is for college/university students who get anxiety before tests or exams. So remember:
"Stress is the trash of modern life - we all generate it but if you don't dispose of it properly, it will pile up and overtake your life." ~Danzae Pace

As I was walking into Centennial College for an interview, an average looking girl smoking outside caught my eye. Her friends' were calling her Lindsay. She was about 5'4 inches tall with shinny red hair. Lindsay wore flashy attire with countless lines as well as dots. She was more distinguishable then the rest of the crowd around her.

The way Lindsay pulled on her cigarette reminded me of how my father smokes when he gets stressed out. The way she pulled on her cigarette reminded me of a starving dog gorging on his first meal in days. The cigarette was her cure for her symptom; It was the cure for mending her wound. With each drag Lindsay took her face became smooth, relieved as well as restful. She was definitely stressed about something, only what could it be?

Lindsay was taking photography in Centennial. Her class started in fifteen minutes and she was writing a test. This is what was stressing her out. She was kicked out of her home when she was sixteen because she rebelled against her parents rules. Lindsay is a hard-working eighteen year old lady now. She learned to care for herself and she is determined to succeed in her course. She pays her own rent and travels by subway. She works at a restaurant, which she enjoys because it is her source of income.

Lindsay will do well on her test because she seemed prepared. She was just anxious. Lindsay will be succesful in life; Whether or not she was kicked out of her home, was rebellious, or tried different drugs; It was a phase most teenagers go through. A phase most overcome.

The Lonely Lady

Someone laying on the ground caught my eye, they looked as if they were drowning in the layers of blankets ontop of them. At first it was hard to distinguish whether this person was a woman or man; but when her head poked up, I figured it out. This woman was named Sarah. She was in her fifties but looked twice as old.
Sarah lay on the floor as if she were planning on sleeping there; Shockingly i realized she was. Sarah wore a multicolored, oversized, knit sweater and black track pants. She wore a grey hat and black gloves. She carried a tin can with her that had dirty, rusty paint brushes. She liked to paint, she had one of her paintings with her and another tin can infront of it with coins. Sarah was a homeless, unclean, little old lady. She looked miserable and cold. In her eyes i sensed lonelyness and hunger.
Sarah had no family, she was not able to produce children and her only friend, her only companion, her only love passed away six years ago. Sarah was alone in the world. She sold her house once her husband passed away because she could not bare to live in an environment full of memories of him. The memories just sadened her more. She decided she would live her last years painting for the streets of Toronto. She refused to accept welfare. She just wants to live her last years painting and accepting that each day she will soon be closer to being with her husband again.

Blogs for week ending February 20th, 2009

I should be considered your best friend. You use me for ten months and I make your lives easier. Sometimes I feel unappreciated because I get tossed everywhere. Like today for example. Let me tell you about my horrible day today...

I was hanging on your back just like any other school day and then I got swung into the backseat of a car. I don't mind the ride homes because they are peaceful. I don't have to worry about the weight I'm holding in me and I get to relax on a comfy cushon - rather than the hard dirty floor. Anyways, my owner decided to forget me in the car! The whole night I was freezing. My material became coarse, ragged, and uneven. The weather affects me physically and mentally. Physically because when I get rained on or wet from the rain on the ground I get dirty. I hate being dirty because I don't look presentable for the other bags I am around five days-a-week. This affects me mentally, I feel grotesque. So please take care of me better, please?



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Today I was injured. I am furious. I cannot explain the anger I have towards my owner. I understand I do a great job in holding weight, but i'm only material. How much weight do you expect for me to hold? I was ripped today on the shoulder handle because I could not hold the excessive weight that was in me. I tried so hard to hold together, but i failed. It hurt, the stitching just tearing away while I was concious. It was a horrendous pain. Undescribable. If I had to describe the pain I would say for a human to rip their own arm out while being concious. I am enraged with anger with my ownder for not taking care of me. After all I do for her, she could just allow me to be put in a position like that. No care in the world for the bag on her back, for the bag that relieves her arms from those burdensome books.
No care.
No care.
No care.

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What a relief! I thought because I tore yesterday I would be thrown in the trash. We'll I wasn't. I was repaired instead. I feel like a completely new bag today. The stitching somewhat hurt. The needles were screaming with joy as they pierced through me..I heard them. They were laughing at me for not being strong enough, but I didn't care. I was just blessed that i was being renewed. In fact today I feel stronger and refreshed. I feel great, I feel new and I am ready for any book that tries to destroy me again.

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Being a bag means a lot of different things. I hold your belongings for you, I get dirty all the time, I get thrown everywhere, and I GET DIRTY ALL THE TIME. When I am dragged on the floor it irratates me because the floor is dirty. When I am placed on the floor it irratates me beacuse the floor is dirty. Why can't you place me behind your chair? You CAN wash me. So why don't I ever get washed? I love being washed. I just got re-fixed and I feel great about myself, so how about the suggestion of giving me a bath too?

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Diary,
This is my last page in you. I'm upset that our journey has come to an end. Writing in you about my feelings has relieved me in many ways. In my position, no human can comprehend the mountains of feelings within me. From being tossed around to torn up, no one understands that i need a break too. Eventually i will not be good enough for use, i know that. I have accepted that. My time will come to an end the way every living thing on this planets will. I ask myself why it has to be this way though. As much as i have complained about the dirty floors, the heavy weight, and the tossing around, i have also realized within these pages that those things are the things i love most. I love every single part of it because those things are what makes me who i am. Those things differ me from something i am not to the bag that i am. When i was first bought, i had sat on a shelf for weeks prior to that. The joy i felt when my owner purchased me is incommunicable. The second i was carried out of that store, the breeze on my body, the smell of the air, it was beautiful. It was a new life, a life i was ready for, a life i enjoyed. I know my days are coming to an end soon, i've been used for almost three years. Maybe when it is my time to go, the new life i recieve will be just as beautiful as the life i served for my owner.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
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Blogs for due date February 12th, 2009

Stop Lieing

Okay so I went to Shoppers Drug Mart today and was going to develope some pictures...My lips were really chapped though so I first decided to go to the cosmetics section to buy some chap stick. One of the cosmeticians was talking to an elder lady about face creams. One was $89.00 and the other was a Clinique $56.00 one. So the employee was trying to convice the elder lady that the more expensive one was worth it, that it did a better job, and it was better for your skin.
Wow! Is all I have to say. This poor older lady who clearly knew nothing about face cream was being manipulated by this employee who clearly felt no sympathy for her. She was clearly just trying to sell the more expensive product. The higher priced bottle carried less cream than the Clinique (which is actually a good product).
I just found it sad that this poor lady is left stuck with two creams in her hand not knowing which to choose from, after taxes the more expensive cream would have been about $100.00 . Who would even spend that much on a little bottle of face cream? Anyways I put my two scents into the conversation and I told the lady "You should go for the Clinique, my mom uses it and it works just fine." My mom does not use it she uses a $30.00 Olay one and it does the job just fine. I know I did a white lie, but hey I saved the lady $50.00 that she could use for something more 'worth it.'

How Many?

My little brothers, whom are twins are constantly battleing it out amongst each other. One minute they love each other and the next they're pulling each others hair out. Fortunately, living in the same house with the rug rats I get to hear all their entertaining conversations. The first one I thought I should share is based on girls.
I came home one day and in order to get to my room, I pass by my brother's room. His door was closed and both of them were in there. They were arguing about how one of them hasn't kissed as many girls as the other. I was laughing histerically; First of all, they are thirteen, do they even know what kissing is?? Secondly I know for a fact that one of them is way to shy to even talk to a girl. So they were arguing back in forth saying stuff like "NO YOU DIDN'T KISS CLARA! YOU'RE A LIAR!" and then the other one arguing back "FINE, BUT I ALMOST DID." I found this aboslutely hilarious. Two little teen boys arguing about who has kissed more girls. Being a pest, I opened the door and starting making fun of both of them. I was laughing so hard and tormenting my poor little brothers for being big losers discussing who kissed more girls. The conversation still did not end there. Stephen (one of my brothers) was still hung up on the fact that Aris (the other brother) was lieing about how many girls he had kissed. He was accusing him of lieing and calling him names. Really, why do they even care? I find their conversations so entertaining, and I just thought i should share them with you, to make you laugh too!

It's Your Turn

Once again, I need to share with you a conversation regarding my two little brothers. My parents give us "chores," around the house. My brothers have the responsibility of taking out the garbage. They hate it. I was getting ready to go to school, about to walk out the door and my mom yells from downstairs "Twins don't forget to do the garbage." Aris starts having a hissy fit whining to himself saying "I'm not doing it, no Stephen has to, I'm not doing it, why do we always have to do the garbage." So Aris finally after taking a breathe yells "Steve it's your turn!!" Stephen obviously has already jolted out of the house and was on his way to school. Aris was basically in tears from whinning and complaining how he HATES DOING THE GARBAGE. He was cursing Stephen under his breathe and when my mom came upstairs and act what all the banging was- which was my brother stomping, Aris acted all normal. He put on a straight face and then out of nowhere started complaining to my mom "I did it last time, it's not fair Stephen always makes me do it." I was once again laughing because my brother acted like such a baby, he was complaining to his mommy about taking out the garbage. The funnier thing was that he got off on it, and my mom made Stephen do the garbage when he came home for lunch.

I just find it funny how Aris got off on it from complaining and whinning, usually my mom would tell us to be quiet and do it. But then again, Aris is the little baby of the family, and from what you can see he is the $hi* disturber!

What if...

As I was walking downtown to go shopping at the Eatons Centre, I happened to eavesdrop on two girls in their mid-twenties conversation. At first I figured it would be a typical girl conversation - "what are we going to do this weekend!?" or "Oh my God, like I don't know what to wear." As if it were the end of the world or something. Fortunately, it was not at all like that. These girls were talking about a deep dark secret, one that even I feel bad repeating, but it is part of my assignment...
So I decide to follow these girls - I know that is kinda stockerish :S, into Costa Blanca and they are talking about how the one girls boyfriend cheated on her with a close friend. The girl looked horrible once I actually looked up to see her face, she looked devastated and tired. What that poor girl did not know was what close friend it could have been. From what I heard, her friend was trying to convince her that her boyfriend wouldn't do that, that he loved her very much. She was saying "Liz, John would so not do that to you, you know that, he loves you..." The girl constantly kept looking at her phone still with droopy eyes.
I felt bad listening into their conversation, I really did, but I guess I can call this part of my job now? Like my parents always say, school comes first, so world here comes a class full of 30 people ready for eavesdropping in on your conversations.
After I finally left because the conversation died down between the two girls, I thought to myself...What if the close friend the girl's boyfriend cheated on her with was the girl she went shopping with? What if that was the reason why she was convincing her so much? She did seem pretty tense and sympathetic but more towards the boyfriend. What if...