Movie Preference

My favorite movies would have to be Pirates of The Caribbean, Sweet Home Alabama, and Mulan. I like Pirates of The Caribbean because it has so much action going on and it has a little bit of romance in there too. Jack Sparrow is one of my favorites, he's witty and has a lot of luck. Sweet Home Alabama has a romance that everyone wants, and I like that her first love is her only love. Mulan is my favorite because it's not your average princess fairy tale. It's a brave girl who goes and fights in war sacrificing her life for her father. The underdog defeats the Huns. Plus, the music is great.

The movies I don't really care about are comedies that have no point to them. They are just plain stupid to watch and make me feel uneducated. I just need a movie with a story line I can follow.

I don't go to the movies as often as I used to. I might go once a month or every two months, depending on if I have time to go. I like to watch movies on my Netflix on the weekends most of the time. I like to watch Disney movies most of the time whenever I do watch movies, or romantic movies.

I like to have popcorn, candy, and a drink to watch a movie. I do not like it whenever someone tries to talk to me while I'm watching a movie. It is like reading a book, you have to have quiet to get into the story.

The survey told me that I am 25% Extraverted, 83% Agreeable, I am 50% Conscientious, I am 75% emotionally stable, and 92% Open to new experiences. The reason I watch movies is 95% Pleasure-Seeking, 55% Nostalgia, 60% Catharsis, 15% Aggression, 70% Sensation Seeking, 10% Artistic, 10% Information-seeking, 45% Boredom Avoidance, and 50% socialization.

If my life were made into a movie it would be a comedy because a lot of unrealistic and out of the blue stuff happens to me. My clumsiness is something that would be a character trait of mine if I were a character in the movie. Most of the stuff that happens to me I think is funny, and it's just the fact that it is my life. One time, I was in the middle of eating a burrito while I was on my way out for cheer practice, and my brother comes in with his cute friend and he introduced him to us as I had a burrito in my mouth. Yeah, not the best moment in my life, but not the worst.

Dan In Real Life Q&A

I think it is good to write about what you know because it will help you connect with your readers more. You also happen to be an expert on this subject so you can get more out of this than something you know nothing about. It is a good idea to be open to other things, but you cannot just jump into something that is totally unexpected. Thinking out of the box, and exploring new things is helpful, but writing about what you know is a good thing.

I think that Dan wants the best for his children. At first he wanted his daughters just to do what he says. By the end of the movie he realized that he was teaching his daughters to do what he says, but don't do what I do. Considering he did not want one of his daughters to go after her boyfriend that she claimed to have loved. He ended up going a bit crazy for the woman that he loved. He was being a bit hypocritical, but at the end of the movie he changed for the better.

I think someone who is a attractive can be physically attractive or have an attractive personality. Honestly I think to be a "hottie" you have to have a good personality along with the looks in this era. Expectations are high, almost to where no one can reach this kind of status, but most people strive to become a "hottie". Many people would think guys who have abs, are tan, tall, amazing eyes, and perfect white teeth are attractive. Most of the guys who are like this do not have good personalities at all because they think highly of themselves. That is all they focus on is appearance when they should be thinking about personality. Those guys are going to be the ones who are unhappy the rest of their lives or won't be in a good, healthy relationship.

Age limit on certain types of things is okay to a point, but giving children a bit more freedom will make for a responsible child. Relationships should not be limited at a certain age, because even if there are restrictions on dating, it doesn't mean that the child will not date. It's just another rule to break for the child. Many people that I have come to know, have had "boyfriends" in elementary school and middle school. They might not have been real relationships, but that still counts as dating to most people. This is harmless dating, there shouldn't be restriction on the age of dating, there should be restrictions on dating itself. For example, curfew, where they are going on the date, and if the parents approve of the guy or girl. The way a girl dresses or the clothes that she buys should be her choice. If a thong is what she desires, let her have it. If you've raised a good girl, a thong should not be the biggest of your worries.

This is Family

This is me at two days old,
My young dad holding me
My brother curious of me.
A perfect little family,
my mom behind the camera.

Not yet knowing betrayal
Two years later,
Perfection turning into
Imperfection

My mom naïve
my dad three years younger
Two different minds
One responsibility
The other too scared to
commit

Mistakes were made,
trust was broken
Things would never be
the same

Eighteen years later,
A half sister, a stepmom,
a dad three and a half hours
away
a brother filled with hatred
for his father,
a mother still single.

The man in the picture
finally grew up.
Now trying to split time
between two families.
Trying to mesh them
together.
Knowing he was the reason
for two traumatized children.

This is the family
I should have had.

Expressing Through a Paintbrush

I lifted my hand to paint again, I stuck my paintbrush in the red paint creating blood for all of the rage I had for the losses I had received in this past year. I opened up a new pack of cigarettes. I took one out and lit it then continued to paint. Smoking was a relief as I continued to poor my feelings onto this canvas. I was zoning in, I could barely hear the buzzing of Lana Del Ray blaring in the background. I stuck my paint brush into the blue, expressing the sadness experienced that came with the losses. As I painted, I took out another cigarette focusing in on the painting. I took my paint brush, put it in the yellow, letting it represent hope in the future. I took a break, emotions drowning me, finishing the pack of cigarettes. I had another pack in my pocket, thinking of my mother, I dug it out and threw it in the nearest trash can. A tear rushed down my face, slowly lifting my hand to wipe it, dozens of tears came bursting out. I sprang back onto my feet, not ready to face defeat to my emotions. I rushed back to the canvas, splattering every emotion I was having onto it. Rage turned into sadness turning into fear and then to hopeful back to rage. I knew I had to leave this place with pride and grace. Finally I had gotten myself together. I promised myself as I left that cancer would not beat me down I would beat cancer.

I lifted my hand to paint again
I stuck my paintbrush into the red
creating blood for all of the rage I had
for the losses received in the past year.

I opened up a new pack.
Taking one out and lighting it.
I continued to paint.

Smoking relieved me,
as I continued to pour my feelings
on this canvas.

I was zoning in
Barely able to hear the buzzing
Lana Del Rays music blaring in the back.
Sticking my paintbrush into the blue
expressing the sadness that came.

As I painted,
I took out another cigarette
focusing in on the painting.
Painting yellow,
letting it represent hope in the future.

I took a break,
emotions drowning me,
finishing the pack of cigarettes.

I had another pack in my pocket,
I thought of my mother,
then I dug it out of my pocket
throwing it in the nearest trash can.
 A tear rushed down my face,
slowly lifting my paint splattered hand to wipe it
dozens of tears came rushing out.

I sprang back to my feet,
not ready to face defeat to my emotions.
I rushed back to the canvas
splattering every feeling I was having onto it.

Rage turned into
Sadness turning into
Fear and then to
Hopeful and back to
Rage.

I knew I had to leave
not without pride
and not without grace.

I had gotten myself together,
Promising myself as I left
Cancer would not beat me down.
I would beat cancer.

No Girls Allowed!

I have three older sisters, Brooke, Blaire, and Bella.

My name is Brice.

They always dressed me up in girl clothes.

And took me out for walks in their stroller.

I try to hide every time, but they have a way of finding me.

Three against one? That's not fair at all.

I asked my dad to help me make a tree house.

We spent all of our time on the tree house, and it was finally built.

I put on a sign outside the door that said "No Girls Allowed," in big bright red letters.

I dragged action figures, baseballs, cards, and board games into my tree house.

My dad came up and played with me.

Brooke, Blaire, and Bella knocked on the door to the house.

I stuck my head out of the window and replied, "No girls allowed!"

They decided to come up with a plan to get into the tree house.

The three of them went inside and got some rope. Whenever they came back outside, they began throwing the rope into the window.

I caught the rope and pulled it up through the window.

I heard Brooke say, "We'll find a way to get in!" She went back inside and the two other sisters followed.

Each of them went to separate bathrooms and grabbed a plunger and headed back towards the tree house.

This time they were more quiet, until I heard, "PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK!" The girls had each fallen after trying to climb the tree with plungers.

The three sisters got up and shook off the dirt and grass that was all over their clothes.

I heard them whisper to each other, but I couldn't hear a word they said.

I looked out of the tree house window. I turned my head to the left, and then to the right.

No one was there.

I thought I had heard a foot step, but I turned and looked behind me and nothing was there. I went back to playing games.

I was in the middle of a big fight between two of my action figures, when suddenly...

The door burst open and Brooke stood there, while Blaire and Bella scooped me up and held me captive.

Yet again, I was dressed up in girl clothes and taken for a walk in the stroller.

What was I thinking? Three against one, I had no chance.

Chicka Chicka Boom Boom!

Chicka Chicka Boom Boom

Authors: Bill Martin Jr. and John Archambault

There is a bio in the back of the book. It tells us about their profession and where they live.

The cover has a coconut tree with two coconuts on it with an orange background and a pink frame with polka dots on it. The book has thirty pages.

The characters are the aplaphet babies and their elder relatives. For example, moms, dads, aunts, and uncles.
All 26 letters are trying to fit on a coconut tree. They all end up fitting on this tree and they fall off and get hurt. They all go to bed except for "a" and "a" challenges them again.

This book does not have animals as characters. It does rhyme and does teach a lesson of some kind. It doesn't have monsters or creatures but has kids as characters. It also has adults as characters and uses a little bit of humor in the book. It has illustrations with color and doesn't use actual photos. It doesn't have many words on each page, but it does have a phrase repeated throughout the story.

"Chicka Chicka boom boom! Will there be enough room?" is my favorite line from the book. This book would be appropriate for children that are pre kindergarten because it helps children around that age learn their alphabet in a fun way. I would and I did like this book as a kid because it's fun, rhymes, and it is cute with many illustrations.

Child's Play

A lot of my cultural influence comes from my dads side. We have some Japanese in our blood and we'd like to embrace it. Whenever we'd go visit my grandmother, who is from Japan, she'd always make Japanese style food for us.  Whenever you walked in the front door, you have to take your shoes off. I don't know if it's for the sake of the clean house, or because of the culture. She also has her glass tea sets displayed in a case that sits in the living room. She has those cats that display good luck in her kitchen. I also took Japanese for three years to try and understand the culture a bit more. 

Whenever I was younger, I wanted to be famous. That's a lot of children had that dream, but I really believed that someday I would become famous. My influences were Britney Spears and Hilary Duff. After the Lizzie McGuire Movie came out, I wanted to be a singer, because it looked like so much fun. Much of the time I would practice my signature a billion times on a single piece of paper until I thought  it looked right. One time I signed a piece of paper and gave it to a kid in my fifth grade class, I was like, "You're going to need that someday." He doesn't need that anymore because I don't have that ambition anymore, I do not want to be a singer or an actress. We'll leave that dream to other people. 

My brother, mom, and I lived in an apartment complex and there were a lot of children in the neighborhood. We liked to go outside and play until it got dark outside. One time, a couple of the neighbor kids, my brother, and me went to my friend Kaylee's house because she had a trampoline and it was always an adventure whenever we went to her house. We got on the trampoline and jumped like we usually do. We'd always figure out a game to play on the trampoline while we were there. This time we were jumping and seeing who could get the highest. Me being the littlest was shooting up every time someone would come back down on the trampoline, but whenever I got back down another person was down and my ankle had jammed into the trampoline and twisted. I didn't cry, I just couldn't move my ankle much. We all had to get out, and I told my friend Kaylee to get her father while I sat on the bench right outside of her house. Her dad looked at my ankle and declared it as sprained, he carried me back to my house and I had to tell my mom what happened. We ended up not going to the doctor, because it wasn't too bad. I just couldn't walk much for a week or two. 

I had a lot of friends before I even went into school. My mom had to take me and my brother to day care because she had to go to work. We went to the cox daycare. I started going there whenever I was three or maybe even younger, but I met a lot of my best friends there. We had a group and it was Me, Ashlee, Kimi, Chelsea, and Tra. We didn't really like this girl named Mandy, and there was a guy name Jason that always hung around and a guy named Josh that would always chase us on the play ground. We all grew up together and went to summer shenanigans together. Once we stopped going there, we definitely stopped seeing each other, but we always kind of kept in touch. I had ended up changing schools in middle school and going to school with two of the four other girls in our group. One of them would talk to me every now and then, the other one acted as if we were strangers, and hung out with the so called "populars." What bothers me most is that I knew her before we even went to school, but high school changes people.