week 20

If I could become a kid again I would hunt down my best friend/brother Dustin Holmes. I would make the best out of everything. Spend way more time with him considering his life ended so soon at such a young age. 18. I would try to make the most out of every second with him so that when the day comes where he passes away ill actually be able to try and stop him or say my last worlds to him. We would never sleep because when he sleeps its more hours were not having fun. And then when the day Dustin meets Snookie, we would all live our lives to the fullest with him. So that maybe on January 27 2015 at 6;37 pm he wouldn’t have been speeding down Cuger road and id be seeing him tonight….

week 19

My super power would be to morph into any shape or person id want. Id be evil. I’m not much for good. I like the blood and gore more then saving people. I would most likely use my power to rob banks for money like the every day average bad guy. I believe Miss Hudson’s power would be telophaneisses so she could read her students mind and be able to tell if her students are texting, what they are thinking, how they are feeling, or if they enjoy their school work top help improve her teachings. Not that she really needs to because her class is one of the chilliest classes

week 18

If I had to bring five objects my first object would be a black rose. The rose to describe that I’m more interested in the darker side of life. The next would be the movie night mare before Christmas. Stateing that its my favorite movie. I would bring my sleeping with sirens bracelet to show the genre of music I enjoy. I would defiantly bring my sketch book because it shows my interest and personality along with my hobbies. My last object that I would bring would be my blood sugar meter to show the health concerns that come along with my life and my priorities.

week 17

In my dreams it is mostly evil. They are dark or demented. I dream in color not often do I remember than but most of the time something mystical happens. As if I’m being possessed or something. When I was really sick and closed to death I would get up every hour to pee. Most of the time I would be still asleep and stumble and fall on my way up stairs. One night on my way back down stairs I walked past the back door and I saw a man plain as day walk into our garage at like 3 am. It was as if my dreams were interacting with my real life, or I was seeing ghost. Either way it was messed up.