but I never believed them. I didn't believe in ghosts, or monsters or demons. As i look back at that night so long ago i still dont know what happened. I don't know how we got out of that house i dont know what to think. The world works in funny ways.
It was a high school dare to go stay at the Bosworth mansion Halloween night. We all knew the history of the place. It was built in 1820 by the richest man in the county for his wife. Mr. and Mrs. Bosworth lived in and loved that house. It was the envy of the whole town. Mr. Bosworth died when he was eighty three, Mrs. Bosworth was devastated. One morning she was found dead, with a knife in her heart and a suicide note in her hand. Mr. and Mrs Bosworth loved their house and they never left it.
In the year 1900 the old and decaying mansion was rebuilt by a wealthy business man and his large family. They lived there for a year and then that winter they never came out. Nothing was seen of them in the spring. A police investigation found the whole family dead, of unknown causes sitting in chairs.
So there we were Halloween night inside that old drafty cold house. all sleeping upstairs in an old bedroom. The cobwebs hung from the dark dusty ceiling like curtains and the curtains hung from the windows like cobwebs. There were five of us all alone in this huge house. We were trying to sleep but i don't know how many of us were. i was too busy listening to sounds far off in the house holding my breath in spite of myself. I was scared.
Thats when i heard something that made my heart jump to my throat. What sounded like a hand slapping hard against a wall came from somewhere downstairs. Maybe even the base meant. My whole body became cold. Everyone else was awake.
"What the hell was that?" whispered jimmy, his eyes were wide. Dan, the kid next to me started the breath fast. The next thing i knew the lights (which we assumed were broke) were going on and off like lightning. Every door in the house was slamming, every last one. And the air hung with the awful smell of rotting meat. It was rancid, penetrating deep into our lungs. Every last one of us ran for the door of the bedroom.
I did't know what to do but run. and then everything stopped. The lights the doors the smell. The only thing now was the crying of someone. At first i thought it was one of us, but it was coming from the base meant and coming up the stairs. We watched in horror from the upstairs landing as a young girl emerged form the basement. She was dressed in a white dress and covered in blood. she looked at us and she had no eyes. Then full blast came back the smell of rotting meat. and she screamed. We watched as she rotted before our eyes. Someone behind me threw up and we ran out of the house past the girl and into the street.
From that night on, after i started talking to people again and stopped crying randomly in public i knew that what i saw that night was a ghost, or a family of ghosts. Two years later the house burned down on haloween. I watched with half the town as it happened, Through the burning worded pillars and windows i watched as something i still don't know what ran back and forth silently screaming.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
October 25 TU tuesday
Eradicate-To remove or destroy.
"lived in a Modular home."-Standardized units.
Ideological-Visionary or speculative.
"Back then it was liberating" Free from bonds.
"end the economic disparity." lack of similarity or equality.
These words were taken from an article on the Times Union web site about the "Occupy Albany" movement. Some of the words I picked out did not add much of a tone to the piece like the word modular, it was just a word that I didn't know the definition of. The other words however like Liberating and Ideological and Eradicate all had a kind of "free speech/protest" kind of feel.
In the article they said things like we had to "eradicate economic inequality" which also added to the extreme protest type nature of the piece. Other term on the article that accomplished this effect were terms like the "end of economic disparity." Overall I think the best sentence to sum up this article was the last sentence in the article itself- "We may not know exactly how to fix this problem, but it need to be done. And you can't ignore us."
"lived in a Modular home."-Standardized units.
Ideological-Visionary or speculative.
"Back then it was liberating" Free from bonds.
"end the economic disparity." lack of similarity or equality.
These words were taken from an article on the Times Union web site about the "Occupy Albany" movement. Some of the words I picked out did not add much of a tone to the piece like the word modular, it was just a word that I didn't know the definition of. The other words however like Liberating and Ideological and Eradicate all had a kind of "free speech/protest" kind of feel.
In the article they said things like we had to "eradicate economic inequality" which also added to the extreme protest type nature of the piece. Other term on the article that accomplished this effect were terms like the "end of economic disparity." Overall I think the best sentence to sum up this article was the last sentence in the article itself- "We may not know exactly how to fix this problem, but it need to be done. And you can't ignore us."
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Owl Moon blog
My whole family are readers. From a young age my parents read to me and I listened. My mother read the whole Harry Potter series to me and my brother and then we read them our selves. She read us books like This when we were very young. i remember this book and it takes me back to when i was about five, and every night my mom would read to me before i went to bed. Or when i was sick my mom would read to me until i fell asleep. What is kind of ironic is that i don't actually remember what this book is about. I just remember the title really well from my child hood but if someone asked me to tell them the story i couldn't even start. oh well i guess i can go back and read it some other time. Its important to be able to go and remember things from your past, it helps you remember who you are
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
O for Oswego
What I like about Oswego
Its close to home It s about three hours away,
Its in a nice location and a nice town,
Has a lot of sports including a good lacrosse program,
Close to ski locations,
Offers and anthropology minor
What I dont like
its campus is huge. http://www.oswego.edu/about/visit/maps/campus/index2.html It gets really cold and snowy up there by the lake. The average low is 18 degrees in January and 20 degrees in February and it only get to about 38 degrees in April.
Its expensive.
$12698.50 a year
Its close to home It s about three hours away,
Its in a nice location and a nice town,
Has a lot of sports including a good lacrosse program,
Close to ski locations,
Offers and anthropology minor
What I dont like
its campus is huge. http://www.oswego.edu/about/visit/maps/campus/index2.html It gets really cold and snowy up there by the lake. The average low is 18 degrees in January and 20 degrees in February and it only get to about 38 degrees in April.
Its expensive.
$12698.50 a year
Tuesday, October 18, 2011

I chose this picture because it wants't too serious or up tight like the other pictures. This picture made me look at the faces of both women and wonder what the first was telling the second. It made me wonder if she wanted to hear what was being told. Was it gossip? Was it a joke? These are some of the things that this picture put into my mind.
Pictures like this that catch any human emotion or action can be really powerful. They can be positive or negative or neutral. This picture was, to me, positive. It makes me think of times when i have seen that face on two girls and it is something that we all can relate to. The girls a crossed the table whispering about someone. This was a good picture for me to chose because it shows a light side of people, something that we only see a little bit.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Famous line blog.
"For several weeks now, I have been painting pictures of watermelons."
Does anyone have a problem with that? i don't see anything wrong with that. People paint pictures of fruit all the time. Sure maybe they have bowls of fruit that are elegant and small but really Watermelons are large and robust, they have a lot of vitamins and a ton of water. I think the reason i paint water melons so much is because when i was young i got into a fight with my brother. it was over something dumb like which one of us was uglier, it was immature. He was uglier. But anyway we got into a fight and he got madder and madder and then when he could not take it anymore i watched in awe as he picked up a baseball bat (we were out side having lunch) and hit a water melon like it was a zombie skull. Everything happened in slow motion as the water melon cracked, sending a splash of water in every direction, and then the juicy red rich contents of the fruit were blasted into the world. water melon went flying like the shells of a bomb. it was like magic. it was beautiful. my brother stood there panting with a melony baseball bat staring at what he just did. I was also staring at the place where the water melon had just been. A tear, slid down my cheek and to this day i have no idea why. That had to be one of the weirdest moments of my life. That water melon was totally distorted, and we did not know why that effected us so much. Thats why i paint water melons. because of my childhood.
Does anyone have a problem with that? i don't see anything wrong with that. People paint pictures of fruit all the time. Sure maybe they have bowls of fruit that are elegant and small but really Watermelons are large and robust, they have a lot of vitamins and a ton of water. I think the reason i paint water melons so much is because when i was young i got into a fight with my brother. it was over something dumb like which one of us was uglier, it was immature. He was uglier. But anyway we got into a fight and he got madder and madder and then when he could not take it anymore i watched in awe as he picked up a baseball bat (we were out side having lunch) and hit a water melon like it was a zombie skull. Everything happened in slow motion as the water melon cracked, sending a splash of water in every direction, and then the juicy red rich contents of the fruit were blasted into the world. water melon went flying like the shells of a bomb. it was like magic. it was beautiful. my brother stood there panting with a melony baseball bat staring at what he just did. I was also staring at the place where the water melon had just been. A tear, slid down my cheek and to this day i have no idea why. That had to be one of the weirdest moments of my life. That water melon was totally distorted, and we did not know why that effected us so much. Thats why i paint water melons. because of my childhood.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
TU Tuesday BLOG
This blog was the final blog about The Animal Cruelty blog. It is by Nicole Arciello Berhaupt and this was her one year anniversary of blogging. This was something that grabbed my attention because although it may seem that a lot of animal cruelty people are vegans or kind of crazy and over the top, they still have a point to make. As humans if you find enjoyment in abusing animals you have some serious issues. Its bad enough to abuse humans who won't fight back, but to abuse an animal who can't fight back its just sick. Personally every time I hear a story on the news about some bozo running a puppy mill i hope to myself that in the afterlife they get locked in a room with several rabid dogs, a bear, a rabid raccoon, and ten upset squirrels. I mean who are you if you abuse puppies? Who does that? I mean you have to be like the lowest of the low to do that. In her final blog Berhaupt reminds the reader that as humans our "relationship with animals CAN be different." She also reminds us that animals, just like humans should "live life as naturally intended." A point that she didn't make which i think she should have is that humans ARE animals, and in my opinion the most un- civilized, wild, cruel and evil animals there are. If we learn how to treat everything below us on the food chain maybe there is hope that we humans can start treating each other like nice happy people.
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Sunday, October 9, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Death of a Baby...Murder?
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I feel that this is something that most people would be disgusted by.
I feel that this is something that most people would be disgusted by.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day
It is pretty obvious why we need breakfast. I mean really after eight hours of sleeping your body and mind needs a wake up call. Your not going to get far through the day running on empty. plus who doesn't like to eat when they get up. Make and egg sandwich or have some sausages. There is a lot to choose from. Pancakes, Crapes, Bagels, Coffee, Fried potatoes, Coffee cake. There is much much more. plus nobody NEEDS lunch. i mean i like lunch but i don't need lunch i can get an apple and i'll be ok.
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