The life of an 18 year old messianic jew

this sunday i will write on the next blog i plan to open and leave this one behind i hope you guys enjoyed it. also i hope you enjoy the next.

Test and an update on college

So yesterday I forgot to make a post but I received an A+ on my first government exam praise the lord. in other news i started Yom Kippur early. Now this might be my fault (definitely mine) but as an example as someone who's insecure i'll shall blame Troy Fuller thats right i'm calling him out.

Any hoo i have a surprise for you readers out there i'm posting a page from a possible story idea.

You may not understand some of the jokes or references but if you guys like the page i wrote let me know and i'll write some more. For those of you who do not know i like to very dramatic stories so this story is a bit of a departure for me its more of a dramedy. Enjoy

blood? This is my blood. I failed? No! I couldn't have failed, not now.

“you have failed Alan. Just like you always do.” the man spoke in a mocking tone.

The man walked up and placed the gun to Alan's forehead.

Was it all just a dream?... of course it was. However that didn't stop me from saying one of the most cliche phrases in the history of man right next to the phrase: a storm is coming.

“i don't like you!” Israel yelled as he walked over to the bathroom

Alan waited for him to close the bathroom door before offering a rebuttal.

“Jesus loves you.” Although sincere Alan spoke in a sarcastic manor.

Israel screamed from bathroom.

Luckily for me, my college roommate happens to be gay.

“Your not Scott Pilgrim!...And I'm not gay!” Israel yelled from inside the bathroom.

Okay hes not gay but he is Jewish and an ultra orthodox Jew at that. He hates every fiber of my being.

Alan found his thoughts interrupted when frantic pounding emitted from his door.

“Alan! Alan! Open the door quickly!” josh screamed in a frantic manor his voice muffled because of the door.

Alan waited a few seconds before he replied

“What is it Josh?” Alan replied in a somewhat annoyed manor.

“They posted the scores from the midterms!” Josh replied

It was at that moment that josh had forgotten that the door to Alan's room opened outward and not inward. Alan swung the door open while Josh was still in mid sentence and laid him flat on the ground.

Alan sprinted towards the billboards a goofy smile gleamed from his face.

Today is the day I break the constant C's I have been getting in my math class. Today is the day!

Alan was full of hope as he reached the board, and in a frantic manor scanned the pages for his name. His name was not in the 90's but that was okay perhaps in the 80's. Not there either... Alan's heart fell when he thought he'd might find his name in the 70's but it wasn't in the 70's it was in the 60's.

“Well at least its not a C.” josh spoke in a somewhat sarcastic manor.

...things get better

Like a fool i have been trying to go it alone. trying to focus on using God for my main source for venting which is a good thing but i took out of proportion. in any case things feel somewhat better.

Today i turned in my narrative essay and took my first exam. fingers crossed that i did good.

I get home and the greatest thing happens i see fig newtons. for those of you who do not know fig newtons is one of three things i simply go crazy for the to being beef jerky and nacho cheese dorittos. on top of that i got my next issue of game informer. yay me in celebration i will...eat fig newtons

The feeling of defeat and narrative essay final draft

Have you ever had a week of battles that you were losing and the first day of the next week begins you know that day is gonna have a big battle. you tell yourself this week is going to be good i can win this... instead theirs defeat and you have that feeling going into the next day. Just defeat how is the week gonna be know that you've lost. last week i didn't read my bible very much it was filled with problems. yesterday felt like a breaking point not too sure what that means yet...

all thats left right now is defeat. in any case heres the final draft of my essay any advice you one random reader from new Zealand have for me please share.

A history of writing

I remembered typing in the final sentence of my latest story onto my computer. I felt a sense of accomplishment. As I sat on my bedroom chair and listened to the sound of the printer shoot out pages of my story. I thought about how I came to this place in my writing career.

Fanfiction.net was a site I had been introduced to by my older sister, it inspired me to write my very first story which was, of course, a fan fiction and written in script form. It was based on an animated series which was quite popular at the time. It is always an interesting thing to look back at ones original story because it tends to be the worst which was true in my case.

I posted my story on the website but never received any feed back never the less I continued on this cycle for several years. Each story had a different plot but were poorly written. It was not until I reached a roadblock that I stopped writing. I ran out of ideas, or so I thought. I did not know that I was trapped within the confined spaces of my own lack of skill and/or knowledge. I started to regret the idea of writing. I wanted to retire from writing at the age of thirteen.

All seemed hopeless for my so-called writing career till I met a man named Troy Fuller. In the middle of one of our many conversations he told me about his own stories, which he wrote. He told me about one that he had written over the course of ten years but did not finish. In my young mind I could not even fathom the idea of working on a story for so long. Troy asked me if I had ever written any stories of my own. I told him that I did and he asked me to bring him one.

In my mind, when I delivered the story, it was a masterpiece that should be published even though it was only fan-fiction. I was shocked, to say the least, when I received my first harsh criticism. It went without saying that, even though he was right on every level, I was insulted. It was that very reason why I started to write again. The problem persisted that I still did not know what to write about. When I told Troy about this he suggested that I read a book. To me, the idea of reading a book irritated me to no end. More than anything though, I wanted to be a better writer. If reading a book meant that it would help me, then I was willing to do so. The first book I would read was a Star Wars book which, at the time, I was quite into. I could not recall the exact name of the book, but I could tell you that it inspired me to write my first semi-original story on the computer. When I started to write on the computer I ran into another problem. I did not know how to type or what design that should be used.

For my first typed story, I would once again use a script format that I modified to be closer to the proper format or, at least, to what I believed to be the proper format. It took me about 5 months to write out a few chapters of my first action story. I delivered it to my friend Troy, who told me it was good, but then proceeded to point out all the flaws. His criticism did not discourage. Instead it encouraged me to go and read some more books in order to get better.

During my second attempt to become a better writer, I came across Edgar Allen Poe and his dramatic form of writing. It opened my eyes to a new genre and a plethora of ideas which I just had to write down. The next story I gave Troy was completely original and received less criticism than my last story. He encouraged me to read The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, followed by The Jungle by Upton Sinclair, Dante's Divine Comedy and various other writers who opened my eyes to the different forms of dramatic writing that can be done.

It would take several years before I could increase my skill when it came to design. When I turned in my latest story it was in the proper format most writers use. Even though I still receive criticism, I have found that over the years, I had become my worst critic. I will now throw away complete stories if I find too many problems with the characters and continuity of the story.

Therefore I sat on my desk chair and remembered the long and tiresome road I had to take to get to where I am today. Once the printer finished, I picked up my story and started to read through it. I realized what I once thought was good, was not very so good. So I threw out the entire story and looked at my computer screen. I skimmed through the pages to see if I could fix the problem. I instead ended up running into more issues. I realized that I still have much to learn, but hoped that one day my writing experiences could be used as inspiration for other young writers, like myself to keep on going.

Narrative Essay rough draft

Have you ever wanted to talk about something that you couldn't get off your mind. Yet you know that most people wouldn't understand. hmmmmmmmmm anyways i'm probably just projecting.

So heres my rough draft for my narrative essay. Yes it has bad punctuation but like i said rough draft.

I remembered typing in the final sentence of my latest story. It gave me a sense of accomplishment. I sat on my bedroom chair and listened to the sound of the printer shoot out pages of my story. I started to think about how I got to this place in my writing career.

Fanfiction.net was a site I had been introduced to, its what inspired me write my very first story, which was of course a fan fiction and written in script form. It was based on an animated series which was quite popular at the time. It is always an interesting thing to look back at your first story because it tends to be the worst which was true in my case. To me however it was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

I posted my story on the internet but never got feed back and so I continued on this cycle for several years. Each story may have had a different plot but each were written in a terrible manor. It was not until I reached a roadblock that I started to give up on writing. I had run out of ideas or so I thought I had no idea that I had trapped myself within the confined spaces of my own skill. I started to give up on the idea of writing, I wanted to retire at the age of thirteen no less.

Just when I was about ready to give up I met a man named Troy Fuller. In the middle of one of our many conversations he told me about his own stories which he had wrote. I was even told about one that he had not finished but had been working on for close to a decade. In my young mind I could not even fathom the idea of working on a story for so long. It did not take very long for him to ask me if I wrote my own stories. Once I told him that I did he asked me to bring him one.

In my mind when I delivered the story I thought it was a masterpiece that should be published even though it was only fan-fiction. I was shocked to say the least when I got my first harsh criticism. It goes without saying that even though he was right on every level I was insulted. It it was that very reason why I started up writing again. A problem persisted though I still had no idea what to write about. When I told my good friend Troy about this he suggested I read a book, but for me the idea of reading a book appalled me to no end. More than anything however I wanted to get better at writing and if reading a book meant that would happen than I would do so. The first book I would end up reading was a star wars book, which at the time I was quite into. I can not quite recall the name of the book but I can tell you that it inspired me to write my first semi-original story on the computer. When I started writing on the computer I ran into another problem I had no idea how to type or the design that should be used.

For my first typed story I would once again use a script format that I had modified to be closer to the proper format, or at least to what I believed to be the proper format. It took me about 5 months to write out a few chapters of my first action story. I delivered it to my friend Troy who told me it was better, but then proceeded to point out all the flaws. His criticism did not discourage me it instead encouraged me to go read some more in order to get better.

During my escapade to become a better writer I came across Edgar Allen Poe and his dramatic form of writing. It opened my eyes to a new genre and a plethora of ideas which I just had to get written down. The next story I gave Troy was completely original and received less criticism than the last story. He than encouraged me to read The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, followed by The Jungle, Dante's Divine comedy and various other writers who opened my eyes to the different forms of writing that can be done with a drama.

I would take several years before I honed my skill when it came to design, but when I turned in my latest story it was in the proper format most writers used and it was a dramatic story. Even though I still received criticism I found that over the years I had become my most harsh critic. I would now throw away complete stories if I found to many problems with the plot, characters and most important of all the continuity.

So I sat on my desk chair and remembered the long and tiresome road I had to take to get to where I was today. Once the printer finished I picked up the story and started to read through it. I realize what I once thought was good was once again not very good up at all. So I throw out the entire story and look to my computer screen. I skim through the pages to see if I can fix the problems but end up running into more into more issues. I press the backspace key and as the once word filled pages begin to empty, I realize that I still have much to learn but hoped one day that my writing could be used as inspiration for young writers.

I"M ALIVE!

Speech went great praise the lord. just i'd let everyone know.

Its the end of the world!

As we know it and i do not feel fine. i say its the end of the world because this thursday i give a speech in front of my entire class. yeah pray for me please.