My Theories

I have been randomly thinking lately, and I came up with a theory.

My theory is that everyone sees colors differently.  My white might may be your green, but because we were taught to say that this color is white, we both call it white.  A more unlikely part of this theory is that maybe, everyone has the same favorite color, but since we all see it differently, so some people say pink, or other people say blue.  If my theory is actually correct, then I really like the colors I'm working with right now and hope that It doesn't change.

I am hoping that one day, scientists will invent something that allows you to see through another person's eyes. This would definitely prove my theory either right or wrong.  It could be fun and strange to see the world through another person's eyes.  I thought of this theory when I was playing with coloring objects one day (I was 7).  I couldn't find a color that I liked to color something with, so I started wondering if the colors would look better I connected another person's eyes to my brain.  My mind always wandered off when I was that old.  Anyways,  I think that my theory will one day be proved either right or wrong.  Some people can maybe even benefit from this.

My Goal

A lot of people have a goal in life.  The best goal I can think of right now is to get a very big yo-yo collection and to be a professional yo-yoer.  My goal will probably change in the future, but for now, this is my goal.

There was a few things that motivated me to get this goal.  My main motivation for the first part of my goal was that there are so many yo-yos everywhere and I just want to play with all of them, just to see what they're like.  The second part of my goal was started because I watched a few yo-yo videos, and the whole time I was thinking, "I want to be like them someday."  It would be nice not having to do anything but yo-yo for money.

My plan to achieve this goal is pretty obvious.  I would earn money to buy yo-yos of all sorts.  With those yo-yo's I would practice a bunch of tricks and go to contests to earn even more yo-yos.  It is a cycle that repeats itself and, eventually, completes my goal.

These are the the motivations and plans for my goal.

Are Video Games Good?

Right now I am reading "Looking for Alaska". I read the article http://www.cnn.com/2010/TECH/gaming.gadgets/07/28/debate.kids.games/index.html, and here is an analysis.

Scott Steinberg, the author of the news article, Why does the media still think video games are bad for kids, outdid himself this time writing this article.  It was very persuasive and gives very good reasons and counterarguments for why video are actually good for kids.

The underlying structure of this article is clear.  The author first gives a few reasons for why video games are good for kids, then he gives a few arguments for why video game's supposedly bad aspects aren't actually there. The reasons he gave that video games are actually good are small reasons, but as the amazing persuader he is, he makes those points seem so major that they obviously destroy all bad parts of video games.  His counter arguments weren't that special.  He said what any average writer would say, it's not scientifically proven yet, the data doesn't say so etc.  But what made his counter arguments amazing was how he backed them up.  He used quotes from all sorts of people, and also provides very convincing facts.  The close-to-concluding thought was also a very good note to end with, "Ultimately, gaming experts say, whether games are beneficial or detrimental to kids comes down to fundamental playing habits, exposure to age-appropriate content and, most vitally, active parental involvement."  Overall, this article was very well written and served it's purpose.

My Tuna Sandwich

Today, my grandparents had to go pick up some prescriptions, so they couldn't make lunch for me.  I decided to make the wonderful, delicious tuna-fish sandwich.  I started by opening the great looking tuna can with a can opener that just felt perfect when held.  As I slowly turned the knob of the can opener to open the tuna can, amazing fishy scents filled the room and made me mad with anticipation.  After the can was halfway open, I dumped all of the liquids out.  It reminded me of a waterfall.  When all the liquids were finally out, I put the amazing chunks of tuna into a bowl.  I got out mayonnaise, mustard, relish, and bread.  Right after that, I mixed the tuna, mayonnaise, relish, and mustard together and tasted the concoction.  It was the perfect filling for a tuna sandwich.  With a very fine spoon, I scooped all of it out and plopped it onto the soft, white bread.  With much apprehension, I closed the two slices of bread together and took my first bite.  It was paradise.  There was chewy, crunchy, squishy, and liquidy all in one bite.  There was the perfect amount of everything.  To finish this delightful experience, I dumped some juice into my cup and drank it.  The juice was perfect too.  This all made the most perfect lunch ever.

Edit of Yesterday's Post

Many private schools today make students wear uniforms, while public schools usually don't.  The debate goes on about whether or not students should wear uniforms.  I think students should not wear uniforms at school because students should be able to make their own choices and sometimes, people can't wear a certain material, like polyester.  


Kids in school need to learn how to make their own decisions.  If the school chooses what to wear for the kids, then kids won't have the experience of choice and they could be very slow at making choices as adults.  This choice is very important.  If they get this experience, they would be faster thinkers and quick decision makers.  This choice also gives them more individuality.


Another problem that uniforms impose is that they usually don't vary in material.  This poses a problem because sometimes, kids are allergic to certain types of material, like polyester.  If the uniforms sold are made of polyester, then kids who are allergic to polyester would either have to live with a rash for the rest of their school days or they would have to add an extra layer and suffocate in the heat.  Normal clothes have a choice of material.


Many people think that kids will wear inappropriate clothes if we let them choose.  Most schools already have a "dress code", or a rule that doesn't allow certain types of clothes to be worn.  Other people think that the school will benefit because of the money it will earn.  Some families can't afford the uniforms though.  Those families will have to give a lot of their money just so their child can be clothed with school appropriate clothes.


Uniforms may be good in some aspects, but all the bad aspects of uniforms overrule the good.  In the end, the non-uniform schools will do better than schools with uniforms.

Students Should Not Wear Uniforms

Students should not wear uniforms at school because students should be able to make their own choices and sometimes, people can't wear a certain material, like polyester.  Students that go to school always want to be in style and make their own choices.  Uniforms don't allow them to make a decision at all.  It forces them to wear specific clothes that they might not even like.  It's good training for kids to let them make their own decisions and not to let adults make their decisions for them.  It could make them more decisive and quick-thinking.  Many people have allergies to certain materials and can't wear that material.  For example, if schools make it mandatory to wear uniforms made of polyester, then a child that's allergic to polyester would either have to live with having itchy rashes all over his skin, of wear another layer of clothing underneath the uniform and be really hot.  With normal clothes, the child can specifically shop for cotton or bamboo clothes and he would be fine.  Many people think that if we don't make students wear uniforms, they will wear clothes that are inappropriate for the age level.  Most schools that don't have uniforms usually have a "dress code", or a rule that doesn't allow you to wear certain types of clothes that are inappropriate.  Other people think that thee school can earn money by selling the uniforms.  But families that don't have enough money to buy a uniform can't get one.  Uniforms should definitely not be mandatory at schools.

Sorry

I couldn't blog today because of a birthday party.

Review of..........MY NIKE SANDALS

Sandals are very important in an average person's life.  The best I've tried are the ones I'm wearing right now.  They are all black with white stripes going across the strap and a Nike logo where your heel goes.  There is a intricate design - many lines intersecting each other - on the rubber bottom.  A memory foam padding is resting on the rubber.  On top of the memory foam is a simple, lightly decorated strap going from one side of the sandal to the other.  

These sandals are my favorite.  One reason is the memory foam.  The memory foam molds to your foot's shape so that no part of your foot is feeling too much pressure.  It makes walking in the sandals as comfortable as tennis shoes, but without the heat.  Another reason is the design.  The simple white lines and a Nike logo are eye catching while not looking too colorful and "pizzazy".  A final reason that these sandals are awesome is that every time they get dirty, they seem to wash themselves as the dust slowly disappears from the sandals.  The only downside of these Nike sandals is that the memory foam absorbs water.  After the memory foam is soaked, every step you take in these sandals makes a squishy sound and emits many little bubbles which makes your feet slightly uncomfortable.  But of course, that doesn't happen too often, so the sandals are usually very comfortable and easy to wear.  For only $40, you can't go wrong with these amazing sandals.

Another Review of.........The Windup Girl

Paolo Bacigalupi's debut novel, "The Windup Girl", is a frightening and brilliant look at the near future of the world.  Bacigalupi did an amazing job in creating an artificial future of the world.  Gene ripping, megodonts, windups, and various kinds of exotic diseases are all part of Bacigalupi's well thought out world.  Strangely, Thailand was the economical center of this world.  It had everything.  Gene ripped fruits, megodonts in factories, windups as toys, and blister rust all made up the wonderfully horrifying future Thailand.


"The Windup Girl" is a bit jumpy.  It started out with Anderson going to Thailand to inspect a company, then the book started talking about Emiko, the windup, and her new life away from Japan, then the book suddenly takes you to captain Jaidee and Kanya with their battle against trade.  Somewhere in the middle of the story, they suddenly start introducing ghosts and such.  In my opinion that's the only bad part of the story.  This story was very captivating.  Usually in books, I don't like reading about the evil characters.  In "The Windup Girl", every character was equally entertaining to read about.  I especially liked reading about Anderson and his problems with Hock Seng, the owner of the company Anderson was visiting.  Another aspect that made this book incredible was Bacigalupi's attention to detail.  This level of detail made me feel like I was standing in the artificial world of Bacigalupi.  I could see, hear, feel, and smell everything that happened in the book.  Two thumbs up for "The Windup Girl".

Sentence Correction

1.  I sometimes find it hard to remember someone's name when I have to meet them

2.  Tom's cat was very energetic.

3.  Beth was furious because mom forgot to bake the cake.

4.  I called my parents because they missed me.

5.  The police caught up with the running suspect.

6.  Tom felt smug when he laughed at the wounded Bob.

7.  Local governments will take action to conserve water.

8.  As is...
9.  A committee member made the motion that the group should approve the report.

10.  The security guards regularly check all gates and windows.

11.  In the schools of the past, students had to do a great amount of homework.

12.  Two governments are negotiating a new treaty covering the fishing ground.

13.  Cross country skiing is invigorating and inexpensive.

14.  Our guide offered no explanation for the long delay.

15.  Youthful drunk drivers caused an average of 5000 deaths a year.

16.  United States accused Russia for supporting terrorists.

Review of..........IN THE NIGHT GARDEN

"In the Night Garden" is a book written by Catherynne M. Valente.  It started out with a young girl being excluded from society because of the dark splotches around her eyes.  Those dark splotches were consisted of tiny letters of many stories.  One day, a young son of a royal family stumbled upon her and got entranced by the many stories she told.  But, like every story, there's a conflict.  The boy's caretaker didn't want him to visit the girl and tried everything to stop him, but of course she couldn't

I think "In the Night Garden" is a very well written book.  The book's writing style is different from other books, so it was hard to understand at first.  But as I read more, I understood the author's type of writing.  There were stories inside stories inside stories.  After I understood the writing style, I could actually enjoy the stories.  "In the Night Garden" has a very balanced mix of humor, action, and adventure.  I highly recommend this book to science fiction readers everywhere.

Sentence Flow

1.  I like to give stuff away only when I can receive tax deductions.
2.  The turtle lives in the sea, but makes its home on land.
3.  Actually, a basic part of cooking is making sure you have the ingredients you need.
4.  A mistake some swimmers make to forget to kick.
5.  My favorite subject is math, because it exemplifies beauty.
6.  A boy on the playground pushed me, so I pushed him back.  He did not do anything, so I pushed him back which, surprisingly, made him cry.
7.  She is like a bird that can't survive in the cage she lives in.
8.  My existence is the source of my mom's stress.  We are now working on controlling her stress.
9.  He lived his normal life for three more days until his curiosity finally overcame him.
10.  As is.
11.  The man is not the suspect of his wife's death anymore, the moose is.
12.  If your mattress hasn't been cleaned, it probably has bed bugs.
13.  The problem with night shows is the lack of variety.

Swim Team?

I am reading In the Night Garden.  I read 211 pages so far - it is a very creative and exciting book. Anyways...

Because I was in Boston for the past two weeks, I haven't gone to swim team recently - there were a lot of new changes.  First and foremost, there is a new coach. Today he/she wasn't here, so I'm not sure what he/she looks like and how strict he/she is.  But because of the many new rules he/she imposed, I assume that he/she is not cordial.  The main rule I absolutely despise is that you have to wear swimming caps.  Swimming caps are horrible little sheets of rubber that do nothing but give you pain.  They squeeze your head until you itch, but of course, your can't scratch.  If the itchiness is unbearable, you would have to take the swimming cap off - while pulling out a few of your hard earned hairs - and put it back on.  Even the process of putting it on is almost impossible without help.  One person has to hold two opposite edges, and the wearer puts it on his forehead.  Then, with a yank that pulls off a few more hairs, the non-wearer situates it on the wearer's head.  

I strongly oppose this policy of swimming caps.  A person should be able to chose whether or not he wants to put a almost useless object on his head to slightly increase his swimming speed.  It makes sense if it is a requirement at a race, but at practice it definitely shouldn't be.  Another reason I strongly oppose this rule is that you have to borrow YMCA's swimming cap if you don't have one.  That cap was used by countless numbers of people who could have been sick or had lice.  All those germs and lice would get on your head.  The final reason I disapprove of this rule is that they are uncomfortable.  They squeeze your head and cause itchiness just for a bit of speed.  Swimming caps are sometimes useful, but they shouldn't be mandatory at practice.

A Memorable Experience at Boston

The most memorable experience in Boston was probably going to the beach the second time.

The first time I went to the beach really gave me a good impression of Boston's beaches.  The sand was fine and the water was as warm as a piece of paper on a summer day.  This time, I knew that the beach would be somewhat the same.  I sprinted towards the water as fast as a rabbit chased by a wolf.  Of course, today, the water was low tide and the run was longer than I expected.  I was as tired as a marathon runner by the time I got to the water.  The water was, as I expected, warm.  It was still cold, but it was a lot warmer than California waters.  Me and my sister jumped the waves, crashing down to the ocean floor occasionally.  After that, I carried my cousin to play in the waves.  She was as excited as a dog on a salami chase.  I carried her pretty deep in the ocean and I noticed on the ocean floor, there is a layer of water as cold as ice.  It is a lot colder than the water above it.  Suddenly, I heard my name.  I turned and saw my aunt holding a giant clam the size of my fist.  I waddled back and started picking up clams.  I suddenly realized how much clams were in the sand.  There were as many clams in an inch of sand as there are people in the world (not really).  We dug for about thirty minutes and we got around fifty clams.  I was amazed by the amount of clams we got.  We took four gallons of sea water and went home.

Summary on Artificial Arm

Well, today I got back from Boston!  Here's a summary on http://www.wired.com/dangerroom/2010/07/human-trials-ahead-for-darpas-mind-controlled-artificial-arm/.

When you think of an artificial arm, the image that probably pops into your mind is a arm that is like a real arm, and can function as one too.  The new one invented by scientists from the pentagon isn't much different when you first look at it, but it is, in fact, a lot more functional.

About 50 years ago, the first artificial arm was invented with no more that cables and hooks.  The new artificial arm has a neural interface implanted into the brain.  That controls the arm.  The arm has 22 degrees of motion and finger control too.  This allows them to perform many everyday tasks.Recently, the scientists recieved $34.5 million to test the artificial arm on humans.


This product almost sounds too good to be true.  It probably is.  Our mind reading isn't perfect yet, and that could cause something dangerous to happen.  Also, it is probably worth tons of money - literally.


So is this new artificial arm a success or a fail?  We'll just have to wait and see.

Interesting...

Well, today is my last full day at Boston.  The strange thing is that it finally sunk in.  No more relaxing without being yelled at, no more endless playing of video games, and no more straws that turn normal milk to chocolate milk.  I've come to like Massachusetts, with a few lakes and rivers in every town and forests as backyards.  Boston, with the warm Atlantic Ocean and giant snails and clams.  But, alas, I still like California better.  As I've said in a past post,  Boston is filled with historical landmarks and many of the buildings are very old, which I don't like.  Goodbye, Boston!

Another Average Article

Another Average Article

Well today I didn't do anything special.  I started the day with, of course, breakfast, which consisted of two loafs of cornbread.  After breakfast, I finished the rest of the book, Stories of Your Life and Others.  Then I started to practice typing. I typed for about 45 minutes, then I learned Chinese from a random Chinese book for about an hour.  The book didn't have any pronunciations above the words, making it harder to read.  I still had to read for a little more, so I read a few pages out of the book, The Windup Girl.  This book is very boring.  It's making it very hard to concentrate on actually reading the book.  I then played on the PS3 until dinner (about 2 1/2 hours).  From then on, I did various activities, including playing cards and watching T.V.  I like it here in Boston, although it is very hot and humid.  I like how there is always random thunderstorms.  I like the beach, with its abundant amounts of sea snails and clams.  Calm, quiet, green, watery Boston provides a welcomed contrast from the bustling, smog-filled city of LA.  There are also some reasons I don't like Boston.  I just don't like how the buildings in Boston are so old.  Almost every building you look at is a historical monument - I don't like that.

Signing out---

Book Report

Here's a book report on the short story, Understand, part of the book, Stories of your life and others.


The story, Understand, by Ted Chiang, talks about a runaway test patient of a new treatment for people with severe brain damage.  The story takes place in Boston, Massachusetts.  Leon was just saved from drowning and  was saved because of a new hormone K therapy.  The treatment made him very intelligent, he was in the 99th percentile.  Then, just to test, the hospital gave him another dose.  That made him too intelligent.  He soon figured out that the CIA did this to make him part of their team.  He knew he had to escape, so he escaped with a fourth vial of the hormone K.  He earned money off investing and lived as a fugitive.  One day, he realized his stocks were going down.  The only possibility was that there was another person that was as smart as him.  He quickly tracked down the other person's location and went there.  When he got there, he quickly realized that the other person was superior.  The other person won the "duel" and Leon died.

I liked this story a lot.  It was quick-paced and filled with action on every page.  I just wanted to keep reading until I finished it (Which I did).  I really like science fiction novels and this was just one of the best I've read.  There was lots of anticipation to figure out what would happen next and there was no part that was boring.

I would recommend this story to anyone who reads, but I would especially recommend it to anyone who likes science fiction books.  This story is the best of the best.

Well...

Okay... well Hans, you can write about anything you choose.

I'm not sure how to write a proper book report, so I'm just going to write a summary on The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.


The book, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, talks about the adventures of two hitchhikers, Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect.

The story starts with Arthur waking up to find that his house is about to be destroyed by cranes.  Ford Prefect takes him away from his beloved house to tell Arthur that the world was about to be destroyed.  After 15 minutes, aliens of the species, Vorgon, came and destroyed the earth.  Luckily, Arthur and Ford Hitchhiked onto the Vorgon ship.  Unfortunately, the Vorgons didn't like hitchhikers and kicked them off the ship.  While they were floating in space, a friendly ship happened to pick them up.  It was the stolen ship, the heart of gold.  Driving the ship were two very familiar people.  One was Zaphod Beetlebrox, Ford's cousin, and the other was Trillian, formerly known as Tricia McMillan on earth.  Together, they went to the legendary planet of Magrathea.  There they found the residents who were thought to be dead.  A resident of Magrethea told them that earth was a super-computer that was five minutes from finishing the 10 million year calculation that was going to tell them the ultimate question to Life, the Universe, and Everything.  At the end of the book, they were going to travel to the restaurant at the end of the world.

Part 4 of the 4 Part Story

A rock just happened to trip Bob in the middle of his run, causing his knee to hit the ground and break.  It felt like a herd of cows just ran over his knee.  It hurt too much, so he took the time to carefully study Buockett Muce.  Muce looked like a middle aged man - his hair was starting to gray.    Perhaps his most noticeable feature was the long and jagged scar running from the center of his forehead to his chin.  The scar gave his face a very foreboding look; it made his face look like it was snarling even when he was smiling - which he just happened to be doing right now.  The wide, sinister smile was on his face not because he was happy, or even because he was being tickled.  He was smiling because of the joy in seeing other people's pain - he was a truly evil man.  It made him even happier knowing that it was his fault this innocent and helpless man broke his much needed knee. 

As Bob got back up, Muce's smile slowly disappeared.  Now there was no word in the English language to describe how menacing he looked at that moment.  Muce's gaze turned Bob's legs to rubber.  Bob turned as pale as a ghost.  But the thought of his refrigerator in danger pushed him up on his feet and gave him the energy to go on.  He ran towards Muce.  Suddenly, his mind went blank and he grew very self-conscious.  "What should I do when I get to him?"  thought Bob as he continued to run.  When he got close enough to attack, his subconscious mind made him sit on Muce.  There was a look of surprise on Muce's face that quickly turned to anger.  But of course, Muce couldn't do anything about the 300 pounds of weight that was keeping the air out of his lungs.  Bob quickly jumped off Muce, grabbed his stolen items, and ran.  In no time at all, he was in his car driving away with his stolen items in his trunk.  A wave of relief washed over Bob as he drove farther and farther away from the pit that was Muce's house.  He began to think more clearly, and he called the police to tell them the location of Muce, then he drove back home.

All was normal again within a few weeks, and Bob was back to his life of painful awakenings.

Part 3 of the 4 Part Story

Bob immediately picked up the phone and called 911.  The people there said that this has happened to many other people today and they were already on the case.  Bob gave them the name the robber gave and put down the phone.   The case would have to be solved by Bob.  He searched up the name and found the real name of Buockett Muce  - of course they would give Bob the fake name - to find his location.  He pinpointed the address of Buockett Muce and drove to his location, London.  When he put the address into the GPS, it said that the address was invalid.  The only choice Bob had was to ask around.  First he asked for the city's location, then the street's location.  After much walking, he got to the street, but saw that there was a big hole where Buockett Muce's house would have been.  Naturally curious, Bob decided to go into the hole.  In the hole there was a huge tunnel. And at the end of the tunnel was Buockett Muce.  Bob asked him why he stole all this stuff.  He said that he sold it all to get enough money.  It was proposed to hand over some of the money, but Buockett Muce refused.  There was only one choice left, and that was offensive actions.  Bob lunged toward Buockett Muce.

Part 2 of the 4 Part Story

It takes a unusually long time to load, and then it opens.  It is an advertisement.  Then Bob realizes that he missed and clicked the wrong one.  He sighs and clicks the back button on his browser.  He moves his mouse down to the correct email and it opens.  On the top it says, Holozoic Apparent Yipping Nondigestibleness.  Bob was so dumbfound by the title that he continued to scroll down the e-mail.  On the very bottom of the e-mail, there was a link.  Bob didn't trust the link, so he left it there.  He lived his normal life of sleeping, playing, and eating for three more days, then his curiosity overcame him.  He ran to the computer and clicked the link.

It brought him to a very suspicious page with another link.  He clicked that one too, and he was directed to a webpage that told him to go outside.  He did, and he waited there for three hours.  Then he went back into his house to eat lunch.  He reached for the handlebar of his refrigerator and his hand grasped thin air.  He looked at the blank space where his refrigerator once stood and found a note. 

It said, "Thanks for clicking on the link and allowing us to steal most of your stuff!  We were very poor, and we needed some stuff to sell.  All we had was our computer, so we decided to spam a few selectively absentminded people and ask them to go outside.  While you were outside we stole your stuff.  ( ^_^ )

                         -Your very friendly neighbor, Buockett Muce

Part 1 of the 4 Part Story

Bob is an average guy, about 5"5'.  He has an outgoing attitude that always seems to get him into trouble with his boss.  Extraordinary things always seem to happen to him.  One such thing was winning the lottery, three times.  That's why he doesn't work anymore.  He doesn't know, but today amazing things would happen to him.
It would seem like a completely normal day at first.  He woke up to an alarm with what he thought of as the most annoying and uncomfortable sound on earth.  It signals his awakening.  This horrible process starts with Bob slowly and painfully  turning onto his front.  Then the hardest part - getting up.  He slowly curls up into a ball and, with much effort, uses his arms to push himself up into a standing position.  Then, he jumps off the bed to get his muscles moving and walks downstairs.  He eats a breakfast of eggs and pancakes and goes downstairs to check his email, blog, and play video games.
Usually he never checks his spam, but today he did because he wants to delete them.  There is one message that catches his eye.  It says, "This is a Virus".  Bob knows that a  actual virus wouldn't say that it is a virus.  He hesitates for a few seconds then he clicks the spam.



(suspense) (I am reading The Story Of My Life and something I forgot...  Also, is the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy supposed to suddenly end before the story ends?  I'm pretty sure I know the story(I watched the movie) unless the movie is completely different.

Two People I Saw Today and Their Fictional Histories

First person:  Asian, male, has a few kids.

His story:  He was born to a middle-class family of 4, including him.  He grew up in Seattle, Washington when he was a kid.  One day in college, two kids dropped out from the sky and a voice appeared out of nowhere saying "Here you go!"  He kept them.  One day, he went out to find a dragon, and when he was in Boston, he saw a Chinese kid staring at him through a window.  He thought that that kids life would never be as interesting as his.

Second person:  American, male, few kids.

His story:  He grew up in a very poor household with no other children in the house.  Therefore, he was always shirtless.  He also had to bike everywhere, as he didn't have a car.  He grew up and became very rich.  He had a wife and two kids.  Because of the Roast Turkey Effect, he always thought he was still poor and always biked too.  One day, he came upon people in a car.  He thought about how rich they were compared to him then realized that he was too.  He went back home after that.

Beach...

It took me about 15-20 minutes to write that last post.  Anyways, today I went to the beach.  We went there by car with the GPS guiding us.  On the way, I noticed many roundabouts, which are circular roads with many exits, and many Dunkin' Donuts.  The roundabouts are really useful because if you miss an exit, you can just go around   and go to the correct exit.  Dunkin' Donuts was created in Boston, so that's why there are so many.  When we got to the beach, I noticed how hot it was.  My mom told me it was 100 degrees.  Then I ran into the water.  The water was a major relief from the burning hot sun.  I noticed that the ocean is a lot cleaner and warmer than California's ocean.  After I swam around for a while, we went to pick up snails.  Usually we find many big snails, but this time it is the wrong season, so there were many small, tender snails.  We swam around for a little longer and then went home.  At home, we ate the snails, which were sauced with a "mystery sauce".  I didn't like them much because I don't like shellfish.  Yep.

Yep

I don't have much time to blog today.  I am going to give a short description of  eating lunch.  Today for lunch, I ate fried dumplings.  They were leftover from breakfast and refried.  We bought them pre-made at a grocery store.  The dumplings were crispy on both sides.  The inside was mostly meat of unknown variety and there wasn't as much vegetables as I usually eat in dumplings.  It wasn't very juicy inside because they were pre-made.    Because of the lack of juice, the meat was really packed together, making it harder to chew.  The wrapping was very thick and very fitting for the meat.  It sounds like it wouldn't taste good at all, but it did.  It was probably better than any dumpling I ever ate.  My first bite was a bit hot, so I didn't get much taste from it.  But the second dumpling was the perfect temperature, enough to know it's there, but not too much to burn your tongue.  Dumplings are good.

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Hmmm... Another Interesting Day at Boston.

Happy fourth of July everybody!  Today was a very bothersome day.  It started out with waking up in the morning to a wakeup call issued by my mom.  Then, after we finished  a breakfast of fried rice, my aunt and I wen to the apple store to buy two $700 iPhone 4's without a contract.  They were for my aunt's friend in China. In China, the iPhones are a lot more expensive and a lot of them are fake.  After we got to the Apple store, they said that the iPhones will eventually have to be activated by at&t.  We walked away, defeated.  After that, we did some grocery shopping and went home.  We then ate lunch, fried dumplings, and went out to watch the Fourth of July parade.  It was very hot and humid.  The parade started out with firemen, police, and whatnot.  Then, there were a bunch of handheld advertisements and a bunch of congressmen making us vote for them.  After that, there was a lot of school bands.  The most interesting part was definitely eating ice cream.  At first, I got a ice cream sandwich.  I devoured that quickly.  Then, I got a snowcone.  I dropped it onto the burning pavement after my 15th lick.  A lot went through my mind as it dropped.  For the rest of the parade, I sat on the hot cement with the sun burning our faces, watching the remains of my snow cone melt extremely quickly.  We walked back hone before the parade ended because of the sheer boringness.  We ate dinner and went out to watch the fireworks.  The fireworks started at 9:30 and we got there at around 8:00 to avoid parking problems, so there was quite some time before the fireworks started.  We were by a lake with many other people, so we bought our own fireworks from a roadside vendor, and we set them off.  I played with my yoyo for most of the time.  One hour and thirty minutes later, the fireworks started.  It was pretty long.  Ten minutes of pyrotechnics.  It was slow at first, then it suddenly increased in rockets per second (Yes, per SECOND), and the show got a lot more interesting.  There was big booms and small booms.  Huge  explosions and minuscule ones.  When it finally ended, I was amazed.  I think Thousand Oak's fireworks are a lot more complex, but there isn't as much.  We drove home, annoying my aunt the whole way.  All the excitement left me felling a bit hungry, so I ate some watermelon and took a shower.  And finally, I settled down and started this post.

Boston

Well, today I went to Boston, Massachusetts.  I packed clothes, my laptop, my iPod, two yoyos, and some books.  The book I am reading right now is The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.  Anyways, today we went on Jet blue airlines.  On the back of each of the large and luxurious chairs, there is a small television that could show TV and play XM radio.  It was just my luck that my TV's sound didn't work and the screen kept turning off.  The space for your legs was huge.  It is probably as wide as two full grown men lying side by side.  That provided a lot of comfort.  After a while, my sister and I decided to watch a movie on my laptop.  Then, I just read my book for the rest of the time.  It took another two hours to get there.  When we got there, we took our luggage and went home with my aunt and my cousin, Jessica.  Waiting for us at their house were my uncle and my grandma.  By that time it was already ten o'clock in Boston.  Then we just milled around until it was time to sleep and that's when I started blogging.  It is ten o'clock back in California, but it is 1:00 here.Yep.  Well, that's all for today!

Short Story

The rain stopped as Bob looked out the window.  He was so excited! "Oh wait... It was just my mind playing tricks on me", he thought as the rain continued pouring.  It has been raining for a year already.  Plants were drowning and kids like Bob couldn't play outside.  But there was a better reason that Bob wanted it to stop raining.  The yoyo he just ordered wouldn't come until the rain stopped.  This may not seem like much, but that yoyo was one hundred twenty dollars, and he needed it to go to his next competition. He would just have to wait.  Bob is a patient person, but one year for a yoyo?  That is just too much.  He decided he would drive to the Yoyofactory factory and get a yoyo himself.  He drove for two days and two nights and he finally got there.  he was very elated.  He looked around for the yoyo he wanted, but he couldn't find it.  He asked and they said that the last one was just shipped to someone's house.  Bob sullenly drove home.  As he got closer to his house, he noticed that something was different.  He couldn't quite figure out what... Then he realized.  It wasn't raining anymore.  He was happy, but he still didn't get his yoyo.  He drove home, still sad.  When he got home, his garage door was locked, so he went to the front door.  There was no package.  He rang the doorbell, and the door was picked up by his mother in law.  She looked very excited.  "There is nothing to be excited about", thought Bob.  Then he looked at the desk.  Sitting on top of the black and gold Yoyofactory box was his yoyo.

Life is a Box of Tic-Tacs

I was staring at my tic-tacs today and I thought that life is remarkably like eating a box of tic-tacs.

Tic-tacs are made in a  factory, and the tic-tac's color and flavor depends on which machine it is made at.  Same with humans.  Their race and attitude depends on who they were born to.  Then, you can chose to live your life quick and fun, or long and boring.  With tic-tacs, you can either get intense flavor for a few minutes, or you can get minimal flavor for a few days.  Also, tic-tacs are sorted into groups based on their flavor, sometimes mixing.  We people sort ourselves into friend groups, based on interests.  But sometimes, our life ends early because of an unexpected event, like a car crash.  Tic-tacs can spill, and there will be no more to eat.  But sometimes, if you are really willing to, you can pick up the tic-tacs and eat them, but with a slightly worse taste.  With us humans, we can get back up, with a few injuries.