SOL #3

       All I'm doing is moving my hands, but so much is happening on the screen. Movement, looking up, down, left right, moving forward, backwards. Virtual reality  being created by just moving fingers. Mouse clicks, moves, left clicks, moves again, clicks three times. Trying to adapt to what is going on on the screen. My eyes dart back and forth. W,A,S,D, space, M, comma, period, 1,2,3,4, Y,  all these keys being pressed depending on the situation.  I start thinking about the code going through my computer.

      I assume it would be Java, defiantly not HTML, well maybe for talking through the chat. C# possibly. Probably not C or C++. Python no. Defiantly. It also depends on which year this game was made. 1980s I presume, maybe 90s. Java wasn't really used that much back then, but it was starting to get famous. I don't know. Ill just focus back on the game.

Slice of Life #2

     Laying down in bed. My eyes feel like they are too tired to open, but its too late in the day to close them. My arm is coming up to cover my mouth every few seconds. I sniffle in between coughs. The white Kleenexes on the floor are covered in my gross nose fluids. I don't want to move, but it is so boring here.

   

     "Whats everyone at school doing right now," I wonder. I look at the clock 12:23. "Having lunch, Yup, I bet someone has already yelled at them to pick up a piece of trash or to sit down or something." I smile to myself. 

      I hate being sick. I feel just.....bad. There is no way to explain it, and it makes me mad.  But its fun to daydream about my friends getting in trouble so I don't feel left out.

Slice of Life #1

    Up, down, left and right there is forest. I am kind of fritened because I have never seen or been in any of these kinds of situations. I don't want to move just in case there is a tiger, or a cobra, or even a Tyrannosaurus Rex behind the tree that I am next to. I am 8 years old, alone in the woods, scared out of my pants. With nothing at all. No food, no water, no survival skills, no nothing. No Internet, no iPad, no WIFI! But I had to stay strong, keep my wits about me, and survive. For my family, and to have a future.

    My thoughts started to clear out of my head and I focused back to reality. I heard something. Not quite sure what it was, It sounded like water. Dripping, but constant. A stream! After a couple more seconds of investigation, I realized I was urinating. 

    "Come back Max!" My Dad yelled.

    "Fine,"I muttered, zipping up my pants and walking back to camp.

LAST SOL DAY. And a random moment

Today I woke up and realized that it is the last day of slice of life. Wow this has been a mix of emotions for me. It's very fun to read about other people'is lives but at the same time it is very hard to come up with things to write about for every day. I think back upon all of my slices and all of my funny moments all of my deep or sad moments.

Random moment today:
Later today I was over at my friends house. We were swinging on the swings trying to get as high as possible before jumping off. I was back my friend was forward. I started going forward and he started going back. When I cam back, there was no one on the swing.

That same day, we (my friend and I) were on his couches playing with a duck (stuffed) he said.

"Dude! It's just like indoor frisbee but with a duck!" I started cracking up because how could it be frisbee if there is no frisbee?

Anyway, it was a pleasure doing this slice of life challenge with you all.

WARNING: this sol is just a ramble

I have literally no idea of what I am going to do over spring break. Yesterday I did my chores (see my last SOL) but today I just lounged around. I have 7 more days of this. I have no idea what I am going to do, I'm going to go crazy!

Normal people go skiing or go on vacation and I just sit here staring at a screen all day. I do nothing, and soon enough I'm going to go back to school with all of my brains running out of my ears. You can tell that that is already happening because I couldn't come up with a good SOL. So I'm just rambling on about how I have nothing to do. This SOL might end shortly because I'm running out of things to say.

Also, a lot of other people go out to eat or go to the movies or something like that, I don't because I am never allowed to. I know this slice of life is really bad but I have to right about something and sometimes I can't think of anything. This is one of my days.

Saturday sucks

Most people think that Saturday is awesome. I would to, if I was a normal person. I wake up, usually I go to bed at like 11 o'clock the past night (which is late for me) so I just sit in my bed and think for a bit, while my body realizes it is up. Then, I walk downstairs, and tell my dad I want pancakes. He makes pancakes for my brother and I every Saturday. This is the only good part about Saturdays.

After breakfast, I start my chores. Every week, I have 46. Some of them are like mowing, sweeping the driveway and the patio, and mopping the kitchen floor, attending to the garden. And if I can't do one of these like if the weather isn't right, I have to vacuum the whole house. After what feels like the whole day, I go practice piano for 45 minutes, which in my mind is also kinda like torture and guess what? After practice I get to go to an hour lesson! So after 1 hr and 45 minutes of piano I go home and I can do whatever I want for 30 minutes, then I have to walk the dog, then homework, if there is none I get to do piano again. Then bed. This is every Saturday.

I wish I was normal

Nothing

I sit in my bed think about life. I do that a lot. I think about life. I think about life, and my day, and what I'm going to do tomorow. All the people in my life. My unit. My teachers. My assignments. My blog. Oh crap. MY BLOG! I scramble out of my bed. Race down the stairs. Grab my phone off the table and start typing.

There is NOTHING to type about. I sit and stare at the keyboard. Nothing, nothing. NOTHING! I ask my mom for suggestions but she just says.

"I don't care just go to bed."

Augg. Nothing nothing NOTHNG! I divide how to write about how there is nothing to write about.

I start off: I sit in my bed thinking about life.