Most of the calendars I see now are those Chinese zodiac ones with a picture of a pig, since this year is the year of the boar. A pig representing a boar isn’t really a good idea though. Some people might get confused and think that boars are pink, cute, and hairless. In truth, as you all know, that fits a pig or a piglet’s description. Boars are cute too, but they have fur, are brown, and probably have tusks.

The kinds of calendars I personally like are ones with the stands. It’s so easy to just look up from your homework and see what you’re going to have to do the next day. And, off to the side, you can see the tiny versions of the last, this, and next month so you can plan ahead. The one I have on the table where I do everything has an hourly schedule.  I’m not that organized, but at least I can doodle on it! It’s also cut so that you can see three days, and then you flip the page, and you can still see the original three mini months in which I might’ve circled someone’s birthday, this way, I don’t need to recopy it ’til the end of the month.

But then again, there are those super big calendars you put out just for display where you can write minor notes, like… when the next holiday is, or when we get out of school. Then there are always the annoying pocket planners teachers make you bring to class everyday to write down assignments for each subject. Some of them have fun facts or quotes, others are just plain and mainly for the peace of the teachers’ eyes.

The ancient Mayans, according to their super old 260-day calendar, believed that we would all die by the year 2012. But as y’all can see, we’re still living today, and there’s a good chance that we’ll still be living after 2012 has come and gone, Unless you don’t consider yourself to be a human being. Then in that case, I can’t help ya.

"What? That’s it? There’s more right? There’s got to be more!" The little kid pleaded with glee.

"Yes, yes, my child, there is. Let us eat first," replied the old man trying to get away from the boy’s grasping hands clinging to his arms as if it weren’t alive, but stuffed, like a teddy bear.

The old man is the boy’s grandfather. He enjoys telling young people stories; most are just made up, but some are like exciting pieces of other stories or novels he’s read. As his grandson grew up, hearing of the West has always appealed to him. He’s always found cowboys and deserted ghost towns very appealing for the mind. However, his parents were extremely against telling children of these people as good guys.

And why would that be? Because. Not only is it that these people have settled into their land, cut down half the trees to make farmland so they won’t need to hunt or scavenge for edible fruits or berries, or because they make up treaties and break them as soon as more of their kind comes settling in their land so that they’re going to have to move them all the way to a different state called a "reserve territory." No. That’s not it at all. His parents just don’t.

Don’t… don’t… something! Jesus! Eileen’s gone crazy! c(-_-)v peace

T_T oh wellz, AFTER THEY ATE THEIR LUNCH/DINNER…or…MEAL!

………… I have NO idea what I had in mind… vacation sure does gets your mind off things.

Gawd that sounds so awful. Err… You know what? [delete] [delete] [delete] [save]

Then, he stops in his tracks. As he slowly looks back towards the setting sun, he feels the drop of sweat run down his neck. Behind him, was nothing, nothing but the desert’s fine yellow sand and grains of it flying through the air with the blowing wind. Looking back now, he remembers why he’s here. In his mind, he conjures up how the sheriff would escape the little trap he gave him. Just about now, he should be just about ready to run out of the old hut I left him tied up in. He snickers to himself.

Rawr! Actually, you know what? [save] [ctrl + a] [delete]

Everybody knows about the "happily ever after" ending almost never happens in real life. So why is it used so often? The stories are always; a princess is left all alone in the world with no one to care for

Naw, now it sounds like some princess movie for little pink-loving five-year-old girls. *Sigh* I have no idea. [close] ["do you want to save this document?" [nuu] [open] yess…!

Then, he stops in his tracks. As he slowly looks back towards the setting sun, he feels the drop of sweat run down his neck. Behind him, was nothing, nothing but the desert’s fine yellow sand and grains of it flying through the air with the blowing wind. Looking back now, he remembers why he’s here. In his mind, he conjures up how the sheriff would escape the little trap he gave him. Just about now, he should be just about ready to run out of the old hut I left him tied up in. He snickers to himself.

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Little that he knew that he was being followed; followed by other thieves that were trying to catch the outlaw too. As to have said, his head was worth quite a lot. Far off in the distance, he spots a big wagon. It wasn’t hard to miss; he’s in the middle of a scorching hot desert beginning to cool at sunset. Someone was waving at him. But it was no surprise to him, he pulls out the bag of money stuffed under his shoulder and throws it all the way across the plain. The man takes it and rides away as quick as the western wind.

"What’d he do that for?" one of the pursuers whispered. "I don’t know, why did he do that?" another asked out loud. The others shushed him. "You’re gonna give us away you dumb nut!"

"That won’t happened quite that easily." The man cackled. "You see, I already knew you’ve been following me all this time. And now I ask why. Why go waste your precious time to follow dear ol’ me and become tired and weary for just my head?"

They all quivered as turned around and looked straight at them, all with just one thought. But how could it be?

Agh! It’s so exiting, but I can’t think of anything else! Ha ha ha ha. Eileen’s gone ballistic! **She sings in a happy tone of voice**

"Eva! You up for some tennis?" Laura shouts just as she passes her very good friend on the street

"Sure, what harm would there be?" she then answers taking the racket that Laura has offered her.

So, they immediately started playing right then and there. Since there were no courts in this impoverished desert land, they hit the ball so it bounces off the walls of the houses and back down to which they ran and hit the ball again. Then, however, they reached a section of this relatively small town where there were dark alleys around every corner. But they didn’t see it, it was no less the same as the others.

One of the girls hit the ball too hard and it bounced into one of the many alleys. Eva, as the older one, takes the responsibility and goes to get the ball back. While doing so, she one of the houses caught her attention. You see, they don’t have doors on their houses since it’s set in a desert. Eva is then lured into the house and didn’t come back out. Laura was paying no such attention what so ever, but then, Eva’s sudden scream awakened whatever that was still sleeping. Laura froze, What happened? Eva?

Just then, a man in a tropical green shirt came out of the same ally she saw Eva go into and ran away. Laura had no TIME to think! She ran directly to the nearest stall of the farmer’s market and blurted out, "Someone’s in danger! Call the police!" Eva regretted that she didn’t help her friend, and just went calling people out one by one to get the cops. There was this one stall in which two people laughed as she said so.

"You little kids are so ignorant," one woman said another.

"Yes, you’re right. She or he MAY be in danger, but what difference does that make? One less person, one less to feed!" The other lady laughed.

"What do you mean?" Asked Laura out of breath.

"This place was never meant for the living anyways. So what if one gets lost" They continued talking.

"HAVE OTHER PEOPLE BEEN DISAPPEARING TOO?" Too scared to imagine what could’ve happened, she ran to the next stall where she talked to an old toad and a talking snake.

The minute she realized it on the other hand, she felt really stupid. What am I doing? I think the heat’s getting to me. Now wondering if she’ll ever help her friend, if there’s even police around at ALL, she dragged her tired feet along the dry yellow sand ground.

To be continued…

"We know what you did last weekend: You grabbed the kids, threw a picnic basket in the back seat, and headed on down to the waterfront for Fleet Week!" said the SF Weekly News. Quite funny if you ask me. I can totally relate to that, except, we ARE the kids.

That was a great day for a picnic though. I went for one with my JROTC battalion. Just for those who didn’t know, it stands for Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps. It teaches you to be leaders and good citizens, not to fight in wars and cause more bloodshed. We had everyone there! Well, we actually had everyone from our chain of command there. Technically speaking, there were only a few freshmen there, just 5 or 6.

And if you did get the chance to go to SFO, you would’ve seen the Blue Angels take off into the sky in sync with the others. There, were a bunch of other surprises too. They had the VP-206 and the VFA-14! The VFA-14 Tophatters are a United States Navy fighter attack squadron based at Naval Air Station Lemoore. But it was stationary, it didn’t go anywhere. Mostly all we did was walk around and see what else they had on for show. All the adults were buying t-shirts and electronics as souvenirs. But, for this event, you pay for the ticket. No let-ins without one. But then we got in because we’re special. Just kidding, I don’t know how we got the tickets, maybe it’s because everyone still thinks JROTC is "army training."

De da daa! Now, for the breathtaking air show, you don’t have to be at anyplace particular. You can see them while walking out on campus after school, or out the window at work. Some great but popular spots were Crissy Field by the Golden Gate Bridge, Fisherman’s Wharf, and by any of San Francisco’s waterfronts.

The good areas were first-come first-serve and you had to stay in a tight bunched up place. And so, it was a fabulous week to go see that the US Army had provided for us.

As I neared the opening where light shed itself, smoke began to rise behind me. The smoke acted as if it was a pair of hands and lifted me up so I’m off the ground. Grey fog came in and surrounded me, It’s cold. It was like torture when the smoke squeezed me. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t move.

*b-b-b-beep* *b-b-b-beep* *b-b-b-beep* Holy shit! It’s morning ALREADY? Still lifeless, I struggled to get out of bed, and I got up to my feet and went to the bathroom to do my morning duties. Breakfast, which apparently was on the table, was cold from waiting for me to come downstairs. Well, that’s what microwaves are for. So, off to school I went! Time passes by when you’re not paying attention and listening to music you weren’t supposed to bring but brought anyways, as long as you stare at the front of the class and cover your eyes, no one will ever notice. School ends at 3:45 and all of us run out the doors before the teachers find out that you weren’t there at dismissal. It should be illegal to let pushovers become teachers, how do they even SURVIVE in this world is what I want to know.

So, I was on the way home when something in a store window display caught my eye. It was a silver brooch with gold setting and a blue semiprecious stone. Next thing I knew, I was at the counter paying for it. God damn. I’m a guy! What am I supposed to do with this? But I got to admit, it was kind of pretty.

When I got back home I was horrified. The house was a mess! Claw marks were everywhere—on the trees, on the wall, the windows shattered, and hey at least the grass is trimmed. I slowly, in terror, walked down the stone path that leads to the door just to find… there was no door. What the hell happened here? Someone, or something, must have torn it down for the obvious display of jacked up hinges. Shit! Well, I know assassinators wouldn’t be THIS obvious,,,

Through the door, what I saw was horrifying. Even worse than what you see in rated R films. Yes, the furniture was torn up, the cabinets and tables were broken, the chairs were chewed up, dishes were cracked and thrown all over the place, the fridge was raided literally and dumped at the bottom of the stairway. But do I CARE about all that? I DON’T THINK SO; right in front of me, on the used-to-be white carpet, was the body of my older sister. Torn from limb to limb, blood and flesh was all over the place. UNBELIEIVABLE. How could this HAPPEN?

I slowly managed to bring myself to my senses and looked for the phone. I ended up going into my sister’s room to see if she left her cell phone there. Just as I came into the room, I see this…this HUGE creature scouring for more food, I thought I should go hide, but, that would be no use. It saw me. To my surprise, it cautiously came over to me, like somebody might if they saw some unusual piece of clothing. But that wasn’t it. Struck by terror, I couldn’t bring myself to fight him. Nor would I be able to; hunched over on its hands and knees, it just fit in the room. I wonder how it came in the door…

Some stories don’t end happily, but hopefully I live.

To be continued…