I went to lunch with Vincent and we shared a big plate of nachos as we sat next to Sasha and Rita and joked about everything. Vincent smiled at me like I was the greatest thing since butter milk. For those of you who don't know that saying it means the person is crazy for you. I looked at him and smiled as I thought to myself why couldn't I just be in love with him. But this wasn't a novel this was real life and in real life we do not get what we want. We just don't Life comes with trials and tribulations and a pare of big blue eyes sitting next to me with a bowel of chicken noddle soup. I must have gotten a what the fuck are you doing here look on my face because he smiled and said “There's nowhere else to sit.” He told me and turned and …show more content…
Walters could have a bit of bonding time. But he just stayed and Mr Walters looked over at him. As he ate his soup. I ate my nachos I just happened to be sharing with Vincent and we talking about the weather. “So, rainy today I was hoping to get in some football practice.” He complained shoving a nacho in his mouth. Then I looked over to my left and watched Mr Walters eat his soup and he pulled the spoon out of his mouth slowly and I just thought of him eating my... my eyes grew wide at my thoughts because I usually do not think of guys licking my. So, I sympathized with Vincent. “I am sorry about that you can always hang out with me .” I told him and he seemed to get happy about that because he face lit up.
I wondered if my thought showed on my face because of what I was thinking about just a second ago. Just the thought made things in my body tighten. I looked at him in all his golden goodness in the corner of my eye and he was just normal so I guess my thoughts did not show on my face. Considering the dreams about this guy I have I tried not to blush in his
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Playing it safe is a good thing. My life reads like one of those romance novels. Why can it not be action and adventure? That would be most fun. I mean after all I was at a school that was for supernatural young adults to use their powers and so far I could not forgot the eye color of my instructor. Who jut happened to be a dog in my dream.. Why would he be a dog in my dream.?
I turned off the shower and wrapped a big blue towel around myself to dry off. My hair looked dark and stringy in the big mirror over the sink. My hair was back from washing it because I did not brush it yet. I wiped the fogged mirror with my hand. I stared into my own blue eyes, which in my head I think are my best asset. I was never pretty to guys, I was always too short, too curvy, and when tan skin was a thing I had pale skin. I would never forget how it felt to lose my first love to my ex best friend. But that is okay because I was at this college and I made new friends and I even found a boyfriend.
I made it down thirty minutes later for some breakfast. Where Vincent was waiting for me with a big smile on his face. It made me both happy and sad, He had even saved me a seat after I got out of the lunch line for my eggs and
All of these wars happen because of the many leaders that were hungry for power and wanted to make Rome the best that it could be. Unfortunately, they did it at the expense of others. The government system in Rome consisted of the royal family that had the most control with the King having the most power. The King and other selected members had an extraordinary power, as stated in the textbook (TEXTBOOK) called “imperium, the right to issue commands and to enforce them by fines, arrest, and physical punishment, including execution” (CITATION). This type of power can be dangerous if not used with caution. In 168 B.C.E. a man by the name of Tiberius Gracchus tried to help give back to people by proposing a land distribution act. He offered to take land from the wealthy and redistribute it to the poor. The bill proposal was vetoed not once but twice. At this point, Tiberius Gracchus’s brother, Gaius Gracchus, a great tribunate and now help his brother.
That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.
This is the time when I tried guacamole.This is how I started to like it, and eat it all the time.
Kaely Camacho, also known as Ca”Nacho Cheese”, Is someone I was close with a cared very deeply for since my early childhood. In 8th grade, the year 2012, I lost my best friend. This time I couldn’t fix it with a simple “I’m sorry”. It wasn’t expected or even properly explained. On April 13, 2012, my 13-year-old best friend died in a car accident. She had the prettiest blonde hair, and blue eyes that compared to the ocean water.
Over the course of the intellectual unit two types of knowledge were discussed very heavily. With the two types of knowledge many philosophers went out with attempt to see which type of knowledge is better. The two types of knowledge discussed throughout the intellectual unit were collective and individual knowledge. Ralph Waldo Emerson had high praise on individual knowledge in his story, Self-Reliance. His main objective in that particular reading is that being true to your own self is a major factor in having a successful life. The authors, René Descartes and Edward O. Wilson would disagree with Emerson. Descartes and Wilson believe that the improvement of society is more important than improving as an individual. In Wilson’s, Consilience,
Major Depressive Disorder (MDD) is one of the most common mental disorders globally and along with anxiety and substance abuse, it accounts for over 50% of the disability adjusted years (DALY) globally (Evaluation 2013). MDD causes persistent feeling of sadness and loss of interest that last at least 2 weeks and can affect an individual’s biological, motivational and cognitive functions.
Worries of today’s interactions with the twins were pushed aside as Amy concentrated on preparing mac and cheese for dinner. The dish was at the demands of Dr. Alastor Connor, her obnoxious and unlovable boyfriend. She chopped the tomatoes in graceful motions, but a driving force enthused each cut. The rhythmic clash of the blade on the glass chopping board filled the quiet kitchen despite its spacious size. Although she found it strange it Dr. Connor liked a strange recipe of mac and cheese which included tomatoes, onions and bacon, she dared not object. He and Dr. Einarsson were in the living area drinking and obsessing over work like they did most nights.
How strange he must have looked, calling to her through the crowd. Lena couldn't help but laugh at his foolishness. He seemed to not care that he was the only one that wasn't silently judging her, and now him. It felt nice to have him so carefree about associating with her. Nice to have someone who wasn't constantly on eggshells around her. She called out what she wanted, the typical things for a typical hot dog; ketchup, mustard and onion. There was something about hot dogs that gave her that 'at home' feeling, as though returning from a long day's play outside to your dad barbecuing that simple all American meal. Lena had only experienced that a handful of time though, and yet it still had meaning.
A time when I tried something new was when I tried a burrito at a Mexican restaurant. Before I ate a burrito I never did like Mexican food, because I didn’t like trying new things. Ever since I ate that burrito, I had loved burritos because I tried something new.
There’s nothing I look forward to more than my daily sugar fix: I have an undeniable sweet tooth. Whether my teeth are sunken in a slice of ripe, juicy watermelon, or in a bowl of raspberry gelato, I can't get enough of the taste of sugar. I am almost certain that if you close your eyes and eat something sweet, you can taste a little of the hot sun beating on a Brazilian sugarcane plantation, or of the refreshing water running through the plants.
I slowly sit up and rest my back against the headboard of my old bed. Closing my eyes and taking everything in that has happen since I’ve woken up. Being in my old room, brings back a lot of memories of when I used to live here as a child. Moments with James, moments with my mum. I let a tear escape my eye, quickly wiping it away. I can’t let it get to me anymore. It was five years ago. A few more tears escape and I go to whip it away again when light bounces off the scars on my arm.
I was twelve years old when my family moved to the mountains of Humboldt County we moved at the beginning of winter and my father said there would be snow where we were going to live. I had never seen snow before and I couldn’t wait to build snowmen, throw snowballs and build igloos, like I had seen children on television do. A child’s excitement blossomed at the prospect of a new winter paradise
On a drizzly Sunday evening my first summer in New York City, I was walking in Chelsea when a man rode up beside me on a bike. I really don’t want to bother you, he began, a baleful look in his brown eyes, but this ridiculous thing just happened to me. He explained that the costumes he had designed for a Broadway show had accidentally been locked in his apartment, and he had lost his keys. He just needed to borrow a little money so he could get in touch with his assistants and sort the whole thing out.
Vacations, a time to drink fruity drinks and tan on the beach with the sun on your face. Vacations should be a fun and happy time for everyone. Instead of having the time of my life on my trip, I experienced Titanic 2, in my own way. I got burned, almost died tubing, and got into some illegal trouble with a taxi service. Worst of all, got told something that has changed me forever.
It's like this you see, Harold, my husband, came back from the working men's club a bit more inebriated than usual for a Friday night, due to it being his birthday. He had a sudden pang of hunger and decided to cook himself a few chips.