English Angora Rabbits

Look at this RABBIT!

This is an English Angora rabbit, and as you can see... IT HAS A SHEESH TON OF FUR! These things are actually bred so that they can be SHEARED (like SHEEP) for their fur!! THAT'S CRAYZAY.

This breed of Angora rabbit is more common as a PET because of the facial features that gives it a puppy dog or teddy bear look.

I want one.

I think we should all appreciate the fine coat of this animal, and therefore every Tuesday is English Angora Rabbit day.

"Im in your T.V's takin' up all your channels!"

That's lolcat speak for "I'm going to be a famous actress in 5-10 years"

This art is terrorizing me?

 Firstly, I want to say how much I enjoy looking through Banksy' gallery because hedoesn't just write out words in funky bubble letters. And from the looks of it, he adapts his own graffiti by using the work of another as a base. I found myself silently chuckling as I skimmed through his works and I've deducted that his graffiti not only takes a lot of time, but a witty mind. His images are undoubtedly art.

 That being said, I feel like he could take his time and amazing skills and make a career of it. This holds especially true for artists such as Adore, Ensoe, Mes3, Sen, and countless others. These artists merely write out words in a creative way, which again, obviously takes a lot of time and thought, but their work is not as thought provoking. For example, the only work Adore seems to do is write their pseudonym in several different ways. This, although some may argue that all art is useless, is a pointless mark on the side of a building. Artists such as Adore should attain a job as a graphic artist, mostly because right now what their doing has no point, and making a career out of your skills gets you money... Obviously...

Also, I found some news articles claiming Banksy is an art terrorist and when you google "art terrorist" his site appears as the first result... What the heck is that suppose to mean? Let's start off with a quick english lesson, shall we?

ter·ror·ism

[ter-uh-riz-uhm]

–noun

1.

the use of violence and threats to intimidate or coerce, esp. for political purposes.

2.

the state of fear and submission produced by terrorism or terrorization.

3.

a terroristic method of governing or of resisting a government

..Hmm.. Nope, that's not at all what I'm getting from his images. I can't believe a term such as "art terrorism" even exists. People can be so dumb.

Firstly, I'd like to say that I really enjoy Writer's Craft and it really has turned out to be quite the enriching experience for me. I thoroughly enjoyed our last unit, as it challenged us to entertain children through our writing, and I'm really looking forward to the short story unit. However, I'm not looking forward to the song writing portion, mostly because I'm terrible at writing lyrics of any kind. Perhaps though, it will help me.

Moving on to BLOGGING. :)

I love it. It's a pretty good way to just express your opinions and let the creativity flow. I think we are spending a good amount of class time on blogs and I think as long as we go once a week or something then I will at least be satisfied. However, the only thing I have issues with about blogging is that when I'm left to write about my own topic I draw a blank for a long period of time, and when I'm analysing something you've given us to post about, I don't give myself much opportunity to be creative with my writing. Also, I tend to forget to post during the week when we don't go to a computer lab during class.

However, all in all, I'm loving this course...

except for the lack of free gifts. I'm having issues with that. I'm not getting a sufficient amount from you. I forgive you for the lack in the past.. But I expect free gifts from now on. :)

*just kidding... unless you want to shower me with gifts...*

Cool story, bro.

I really have no idea what I should blog about, so I'm going to tell you about my crazy Ginger/Beiber/Jersey Shore dream last night.

alright, let's gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...




My dream started off in my house, and for some reason the Jersey Shore cast was there. OBVIOUSLY they were causing a rucus, and I was starting to get antsy because my parents were sleeping upstairs. So I tried to shoo them out, but that only ignited their powerful perma-drunken rage, and I was run out of my own house.

Luckily, Justin Beiber was driving down my street (keep in mind, he wasn't in a limo or anything, he was just in a regular car) with one other person. I decided the logical thing to do was to jump in. This actually worked, and I somehow convinced them to drive me to safety. Unfortunately, the person driving the car was  not only on the wrong side of the road, but driving in a jagged line. It was also crappy weather out... I'm pretty sure it was rainy or something.

 ON TOP OF THAT, we were being followed. So, obviously when I noticed we were getting pulled over by the police I was ecstatic.

However, I apparently don't have such good luck.

The police car was just what the creeper stalker was driving and he got us to get out of the car in this foresty ditch. Beiber and his bud ran off up this tree and left me to deal with this armed stranger. Luckily, getting shot didn't hurt, and we managed to escape.(lol)

After that, we reached a room that reminded me of a dorm or something, and a few farmilar faces were there, so that was a little reassuring. Also, Justin Beiber turned into some ginger girl, but in my dream it of course seemed so natural. Anyway, this girl kept freaking out about how we had to leave because the stalker was going to find us, but the room kept filling up with people that I knew so even if he did peek his head into the room, he wouldn't see us. She was really starting to bug the craaaaap outta me.

Finally, (in real life) my mom came into my room and threatened to leave without me if I wasn't ready in the next 30 minutes.

It was a really great way to start my morning.