Wednesday, October 29, 2008

My Favorite Time of The Year


Summer is by far the best timme of the because you can do so many things such as:


Play tag--in the rain. Why stay indoors just because the sun's not shining? Nothing screams summer like a game of soggy tag. Running around in the rain (um, as long as there's no thunder and lightning!!!) is a great way to cool down.


Have a water fight. Get all your pals together, and designate teams. Then grab your water guns, water balloons, buckets, hoses and whatever else you've got...and ATTACK


Make snow slushies--& yummy! Throw some ice cubes in the blender until it is crushed to a very fine consistency. Pack the ice into a cup, and then add your favorite juice, soda or Kool-Aid--and voila! You've got a delicious summer treat to cool you off on ahot day.


Play sponge football with your buds. Be sure to soak the sponge really, really well before tossing it around! Loads of laughs are guaranteed.


You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"

90's Babies!!!

My Three Scary Stories

Dead Man Calling

An elderly man receives a phone call on a dark, stormy night of November 27, 1993. He answers the phone and hears a crazy moaning on the other end and a voice that sounds like his recently dead son. The calls torment him all night to the point where he can’t go to sleep. The next day, he asks his personal driver to take him past the cemetery where his son was laid to rest. They discover that during the bad storm last night, a phone line just so happen to have fallen down right on is son grave!...........Therefore the phone calls he had received the night of the bad storm was made from, and somehow the reminds of his son dead crops was found out of the ground? A few weeks ago something similar happen close by the community where at lady receives a phone call from her dead husband, and the next day she went to him grave and got shocked by lighting. After a few nights went by the elderly man receives another phones call in the dark, but this time we he answered it he got electrocuted threw the phone!!!

The Stranger

On one cold isolated road, around midnight, in upstate Maine, a man and his girlfriend are driving to see family for Christmas. Suddenly a car approaches them from behind. "Pull over!" a dark figure yells. The man was so scared he just turns in a dirt road. Later he gets out and talks to the man. "What is it, babe?" the girlfriend asks, but she gets no answer. She shrugged and continued to browse through the different radio stations until she found what she wanted. Then she heard a violent crash "Babe?" she said hesitantly. She ran out of the car and saw her boyfriend's head bouncing back and forth on the radio antennae. The back lights were smashed in for so strange reason. Screaming loudly, she runs goes to get her cell phone out of the car; as soon as she opens the car door she hears a weird crepe voice saying, "No use. . . No one will believe you or answer you.

Haunted Computer

One day I was downstairs in the basement of my new house in Death Valley, California, I was on the computer watching movie when suddenly, I heard some footsteps and the door opening, I looked and didn’t see anybody there. I went upstairs to check who it might have been cause my sister and little cousins was in the house, but when I got upstairs, there was no one at all. I went back downstairs to continue my movie, when I was finish I started to shut my computer. Suddenly, the computer opened back up! I thought to myself that was weird... I closed the computer one more time, but this time, I received a message on the computer saying "I'm looking at you, what are you going to do next" I was so freaked out. I didn't shut down the computer or nothing, I just ran upstairs. When I ran upstairs, I thought it might have been someone playing a joke in the house because my family loves to play jokes, but I was very, very wrong. I then ran to my sister room and she was watching a movie with my cousin’s, and I told them what happened. They obviously didn't believe me and laughed.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Lynchings are a form of terrorism. And the particular purpose was to say to African-Americans that you will never vote or be a part of the political process in this country. And if you think you will move in that direction there will be terrible consequence. The most recent incident: a 1981 lynching in Mobile, Alabama in which a 19-year-old black man was killed by two members of the Ku Klux Klan. Here's the thing that really amazes me, looking at the details on this program tonight: Barack Obama, the first black presidential candidate nominated by a major American political party, is almost exactly the same age as that young man killed in that "last lynching." They were born some months apart. The point being: our nation's bad old days weren't all that long ago. Blacks tried so hard to descry that this is not right. Whites tried to make black feign that everything was gone be alright.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Dust Tracks



Chapter 1
Hurston’s family moved to Eatonville in 1893. Her father, John Hurston,
was the eldest of nine children in an impoverished sharecropper family near
Notasulga; during his lifetime, he would achieve substantial influence in and
around Eatonville as a minister, carpenter, successful family man, and local
politician.His parents, Alfred and AmyHurston, were, like wife Lucy’s parents,
Sarah and Richard Potts, formerly enslaved persons. According to Hurston
and her biographers, the landowning Potts family looked down on the handto-
mouth sharecropping Hurstons who lived across the creek.1 By the time
John spotted 14-year-old Lucy singing in her church choir, the class distinction
between the landowning Potts family and the sharecropping Hurston family
was well known; indeed, Potts family resistance to the marriage offers an interesting
study in African American class dynamics of the time. Neither of Lucy’s
parents wanted her to marry JohnHurston, who was – in addition to being dirt
poor – rumored to be the bastard son of a white man; Hurston’s biographer,
Valerie Boyd, has suggested that John possibly owed his light skin to the fact that
father Alfred was mulatto.
Hurston’s family moved to Eatonville in 1893. Her father, John Hurston,
was the eldest of nine children in an impoverished sharecropper family near
Notasulga; during his lifetime, he would achieve substantial influence in and
around Eatonville as a minister, carpenter, successful family man, and local
politician.His parents, Alfred and AmyHurston, were, like wife Lucy’s parents,
Sarah and Richard Potts, formerly enslaved persons. According to Hurston
and her biographers, the landowning Potts family looked down on the handto-
mouth sharecropping Hurstons who lived across the creek.1 By the time
John spotted 14-year-old Lucy singing in her church choir, the class distinction
between the landowning Potts family and the sharecropping Hurston family
was well known; indeed, Potts family resistance to the marriage offers an interesting
study in African American class dynamics of the time. Neither of Lucy’s
parents wanted her to marry JohnHurston, who was – in addition to being dirt
poor – rumored to be the bastard son of a white man; Hurston’s biographer,
Valerie Boyd, has suggested that John possibly owed his light skin to the fact that
father Alfred was mulatto.

Chapter 2
Zora had two siblings: Sarah who was older, and John who was younger. Her father, John Hurston, preferred Sarah over Zora. He resented that Zora was
born a girl. Her mother, Lucy Hurston, died when Zora was nine years old. Lucy strongly encouraged her to be independent and creative. She encouraged all
of her children to "jump at de sun". After the death of her mother Zora was shuffled around by relatives and rejected by her father when he re-married. For a
place to go, Zora resorted to being a hired domestic in several homes.

Chapter 3
Hurston was the first black scholar to research folklore on the level that she did. She researched songs, dances, tales, and sayings. Much of her book
material revolves around issues of slavery and the time period immediately following it. She took her black rural culture and heritage and celebrated it at a
time when most black scholars were trying hard to deny and forget it. Hurston also studied voodoo practices in Jamaica, Haiti, and the British West Indies.
She took photographs and recorded their songs, dances, and rituals. She had a Guggenheim Fellowship to research in the Caribbean, where she stayed for
two years.

Chapter 4
Hurston returned to Florida in 1948 and faded into obscurity and poverty. In 1959 she had a stroke, from which she never recovered, and in October of the same year was sent
to Lincoln Park Nursing Home, which was run by the St. Lucie County Welfare Agency, where she stayed for some months. She died on January 28, 1960. She was pronounced
dead on arrival at Fort Pierce Memorial Hospital, after being taken there following another stroke. Having no money to cover burial expenses, donations were given to cover
expenses. She was buried at Genesee Memorial Gardens Cemetery (Garden of Heavenly Rest), a segregated cemetery in Fort Pierce, Florida, in an unmarked grave, with many
in attendance. In 1973 the grave was visited by Alice Walker, a well know African- American writer. She found the grave had not been tended and over grown with no
headstone. She purchased a headstone and had it inscribed.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Which emotion are you today?


Today I am very sleepy and dont have to much of ny thing. So when I feel like this I dont need nobody imperious me to do any thing. I really dont like being like this because I dont be in a loquacious mood which means everything my not go my way with people.