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To and Greg were in almost every way your average colllege room mates. They differed in everything and shared nthing. Which is why it was a surprise to Tom when he saw Greg shopping in the same grocery store he shopped. Tom walked over to Greg who is looking at a row of cereals. To joins him and picks out Captian Crunch.

“No”

Greg says

“Not Captian Crunch, I want this”

Greg points to a box of cereal with an old man smilling as the cover and a bunch of words which look french. It's not as animated as Tom's captain crrunch but it serves it appeal to Greg who reluctanly agrees. It's not Tom's choice of cereal. But it was Gregs turn to pick the groceries he wanted this week. It shouldn't effect me much, thinks Tom. Tom walks away from Greg grabs his cart and starts moving around the store. An hour an half later Tom walks out the store with his groceries. When Greg spots him about to leave the store. Greg's shopping cart is equaly filled as Tom's. Greg takes a glance at Tom's cart and says.

“You know I never understood your choice of food”

“My choice of food?” responds Tom

“What's wrong with my choice of food?”

“Nothing, it's just it looks so old and rotten.”

“so.....I'd take a red delicious over an old mans cereal any day”

“It's not an old man's.” cereal barks Greg

Greg snatches Tom's recipt from him and reads the list.

2 apples, 1 box of bazooka gum, 4 pairs Brady socks, 1 small box of Carvel doughnuts, 1 box of blue ribbon oatmeal. 4 Dutch quaker breads,

“That's it, That's all you brought. Don't you like variety? responds Greg. Greg gives Tom his reciet which reads

3 boxes of Le shiek cereal, 1 chicken gyro box, 1 oriental chicken wrap, 3 cases of hieneken, 5 cases of Columbian coffee and a small Indian rug.

Greg gives Tom back his list. Greg clearly doesn't like Tom's list but he doesn't fight it. He just gives Tom a friendly bow courtesy before parting with Tom. Tom pulls out a hand shake and the two leave. There dorm is only a few blocks away. Tom clearly won't change his habits thinks Greg. But the two are good room mates. So he smiles and keeps walking.

• Ashley Whitefeild had a small spot of dirt on his white coverse. He bleached them whiter.(racism)
• The cop arrested a black teen because he thought he had agun. Turns out it fires water. (injusice)
• Dwight wanted an ipod. So he robbed the appple store with a slingshot.(ambition)
• Elles skind had een soft in spring. But wrickled in the winter.(growing old)
• Granger removed his tattoo from his skin. To give blood to his sick daughter.(salvation)
• The Vandersons walked ut of the limo.While across the street a mother and her child begged for food.(poverty)
• David held his infant son in his arsms. He blicks and gives him the car keys.(growing old)
• Katlyn kissed Jeff and walks away. Tom meets her on another block and kisses her.(sexual Deciet)
• (Wealth) Jeremy gave pennies away. Like it was chump chance to him.
• (evil)Tommy use to walk around in the mornings. Till one day he decided how much fun it was to walk around at night
  
  

Workable web for english

All character have been attending a program which helps kids with autism develop there skills by having them play risk with normal kids.Who than incorporate them new life skills. All the characters have been attending the program now since the first year of there high school class.
Character #1: Simon Worth, male,17












Character #2:  Pete Dawson,male,17












 Character #3: Page McBride,female,16












Character #4: Bryan Foster,male,17

You can take my wallet but please don't take my coffee, Day 2 Good morning Hunter College umm the printers aren't working so I think you owe me some coffee

There is nothing more fun than a bad print job. You know the kind of print job were the administrator keeps reseting the printer. In what is more like a game of hide and seek. Hide the anger. Seek the good.  Which in my case means I really really really need a cup of coffee to end this morning routine.  Monday mornings aren't the best. Coffee could be better. Since I have neither of both. I'll seek to go maybe walk to the nearby starbucks for some morning sheik. From the college kids who are all huddled together talking over there mochas. Talking to each other who knows what. I assume there conversations run like this. Claire bobs her head down in her drunken sober state to whisper to herself to restart the week, four more days to friday. While Betty the small town blond sit down. Her smile on her face gives it away. That some how she and Vance hooked up last night. Since Vance is only the cutest guy on the Hunter Basketball team. But Vance doesn't like her he likes Claire,who just came in to battle the morning sober. He doesn't want Betty. Betty is too Betty. So he walks over to Claire and waves her hello. She walks over to the table and since they both have the same morning class with Mr. Heckleburn. Who manages to remain at the college. Despite the fact that he put 3/4 of his class to sleep every morning. Mr.Heckleburn clearly needs to find another job. Since he's there though he manages to act like a clue to the college students who need to stay up in his class. Midterms are coming up soon and unless a students want to fail. They'll do what ever it takes to stay up. Including huddle together with the drunken Claire. The tired Vance and the giddy Betty. Who just got invited by Vance to join them at the table. Yay Betty. Maybe someday Vance will notice you. For now though keep smiling. It will work for you. Since one day will just be some guy who works in a shoe store and you'll be a CEO. I mean look at him. Vance hasn't even taken out his textbook yet. Even Claire has her textbook out and is drearily turning the pages. She can't even see the words clearly but she knows it has to mean something. While you Vance just don't keep quite. O hey look Harry the sartorialist comes in. O man Vance guard your looks, cause Harry looks better and he's going to law school. Harry makes his way to there table. As a dreary eyed High school student walks in. He doesn't know you guys so you wont invite him to your table. But since you didn't invite me I'll just have to make a story about you. Since thats the best payback, right. You blog about somebody in hopes that they'll across your blog and discover what you said about them. Even as half the characters I made up right now are imaginary and the other half will be based on some form of fiction. I just might find dripping into my english papers. Ahh to be young. Now if only I could get some cofee. No more coffee aw man. Could there really be no coffee. Ahh back to the old guy with the coffee cart. I guess you can't win em all. I guess you can take my wallet but please don't take my coffee. Day 2

Breaking down a story starting with introduction lines

A) Theres nothing but ambition in the town of Green springs, where a teenage boy in his room stands.
B) The face of a blond teenager stretching his arms causes all the females to stop and pay a look.
C) The teenager has muscles but he keeps working out for more
D)The teenager clutches each arm with pain, as if its for something he wants.
E)The teenager shouts I'll to himself I'll be the quarterback of the football team, I'll be the quarterback of the football team as he works out.

__________________________________________________________________________________Theres nothing but ambition in the town of Green springs, where a teenage boy in his room stands. It's the face of a blond teenager stretching his arms that causes all the females to stop and pay a look.The teenager has muscles but he keeps working out for more,The teenager clutches each arm with pain, as if its for something he wants.The teenager shouts I'll to himself I'll be the quarterback of the football team, I'll be the quarterback of the football team as he works out.

Leading a story into a climate action scene

      Harry Brewster sat on his couch.A jumbo slur pee in his left hand. A remote in his right.The TV is set to a marathon of old TV reruns and commercials. The bell rings,ding dong. Harry who is over 250 pounds.Plants his bear belly to the left and ignores the ring.
"Ding Dong"
The door rings again and again a few more times.
"Ding Dong: Ding Dong"
Maybe it's those dam teenagers ,thinks Harry. However there isn't a teenager in 10 miles of this place. Since the old folks started moving here five years ago. Harry isn't willing to budge. But he just might have to. The power goes off. Now it's intensely quite. Harry has now budged. He lets out a high laying fart as he creeps out of his seat. Which echoes along the walls of the house. The echo of the fart is continued as Harry. Who by the way has a tendency to fart when he is scared. Lets out a few wet ones. He walks to the kitchen and gets closer to the door. Which starts to open slight. Harry poops in his pants.
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    Alex Peck looks at his watch . OK the fat man is asleep he tells himself, as he creeps along the side of the house were he see him. It's the fat man from the Hess gas station. He was in the bathroom relieving himself. When Alex walked in to wash his hands The stench of the fat man's poop got on his clothes and when Alex went to the get his girl friend. She took a smell of him and said "This is horrible. I can't go on a date with you like this" and walked off. Alex had followed the Fat man. Who was at the moment watching TV clips. He rang his door bell and slide into the dark. The fat man didn't move. Agian he rang the door bell and no sound of the fat man coming to the door. OK, thinks Alex. Now I'll let loose on the fat man. He rings the door bell a few times more. Walks over to the man's generator outside the house and cuts the power. He walks to a distance and now looks at the window where the fat man was. He hears a large fart sound and than smells it to.
"Oh my gosh fat man what did you eat?"
He hears a few more farts and smells it to.
The odor is unbearable.
"OK fat man you won." Says Alex before breaking open the door handle. Just to add a little fear to the man. Alex runs home smelling worst now than he did before.

You can take my wallet but please don't take my coffee, Day 1

Yay, so this is my first blog entry in this series and I feel really excited about it. I would throw you a party for our first entry together but it would have to be a coffee party first. Minus the ice and add some hazelnut. But thats my flavor.For our first entry together as a group. I wanted to address an interesting debate I had with my sister. On the proper way to shake your coffee. Now I usually tend to use a spoon or straw to shake my coffee.In hopes that maybe there is some civilized elegance to coffee shaking. My sister on the other hand like to shake her cup around. Which is a fairly good way of also shaking your coffee. With the exception that me being the sartorial coffee drinker that I am, insisted that my way, was the best way. So I ask you, america's opinion. Is my sister right or am I right? How do your stir your coffee? There really is no wrong answer to this. Since coffee is coffee. Or is coffee just coffee? I guess well just need to find out, and we will. As the lead writer to this blog. I want to engage you in different aspects of coffee and the world around you. A basic layout of my blog will start with me relaying an interesting experience I've had with coffee or life. (Which will usually involve a connection to coffee.) This will than be followed by a short discussion on starbucks, or a trend or something hipster. There will never be a dull entry. Dull entries bore me and I will not bore you. So expect a lot of changes and revisions on this blog. Since I don't plan on boring you. This will mean that at times I wont always be consistent with my blog. It's not like I'm tied to this. I'm tied to you the audience. Therefore don't expect me to write back everyday. However do expect much fun and good stories. I mean were coffee drinkers. woohooo. Which to end this entry on a traditional note I hope to take. Always remember, you can take my wallet, but please don't take my coffee.  

You can take my wallet but please don't take my coffee

Ah, the coffee house. Gods gift to hipsters, his present to college students and his reward to the common. Why am I tired cause of coffee.So whether you despise it. You adore it, or you just can't live with out it. One thing is for sure,to quote a part of the Dunking Doughnuts commercial.American runs on coffee, and guess what? I don't mind. Doctors, teachers and now my parents have long spoken of the bad effects of coffee. It's the so called doctor doom when you put it in the hands of a five year old. But than again so is to much knowledge, to certain people. So what do we do with this doctor of evil. We give the idea to a teenager like. Who will publishing every so often a series of blogs entitled. You can take my wallet but please don't take my coffee. In these articles I hope to highlight everything from a bad starbucks experience to a good old cup of joe. So please robber. You can take my wallet. You can take my money. But please whatever you do. Don't take my coffee

Journal #3

Caroline kicked Keith's watch as she clean up the room. What a disgusting thing she thought to herself. Keith was such a mess. He was nothing like Roberto. Roberto was clean and less messy. No one could be like Roberto. He had taken Caroline to new heights this afternoon. His soft Ralph Lauren skin, still left a mark on her arms. Were he held and made love to her. Keith could never go this far. He failure in bed was almost childish in manner. She folded the sheets and carefully rearranged her husbands pillow. It was the pillow she had told Roberto."I love you".She has said the same thing to Kieth and never meant it. She had said a lot of things to Keith and never meant it. She preferred to hide her hatred for Keith.It was better that way. She would stay with that miserable man. Exchanging anger for security, because in the end that was all that mannered. Caroline scooped up the last vestige of Roberto. A small strand of his hair from off the pillow. Deposited the hair in the garbage can and walked back to bed. She changed into a dark velvet black robe and stretched out on the bed. Now to be a good wife and smile at that bastard Kenneth, correction Keith Even his name sounded disgraceful, thought Caroline. He wouldn't know a thing of what she and Roberto had done. Nor did he need know. Since she had stood by her man. She was a good wife.