Future predictions

Everyone would be equal! No more sexism! No more racism! No more ableism! People of all genders and sexualities are accepted! As you can see this is more of an ideal world and it probably will not happen for a long time, but I can dream, yeah? 

 Pokemon exist! Apparently some dude got really close to making Pokemon exist but then he did not. Like, why would you do that. Pokemon could've been real but then you decided to say no. You have just crushed the dreams of every college student because we all know that even if the game is directed towards children that only college students and middle aged men play it. I could have caught 'em all. I'll be a better Ash Ketchum than Ash Ketchum himself. It would be like in the Pokemon games where all the middle aged trainers who have trained their whole life get beat by some random 13 year old with a Bellsprout.

For my personal assistant...

 I would choose Leonardo Da Vinci to be my personal assistant for a week because I love art. I'd have him paint me, I'd want like 600 different paintings of me. Like maybe one of those giant paintings that rich people get with their head on some buff person's body as they ride a tiger into battle. I'd want paintings of other things too though. I'd watch him work to see how he does things. I'd ask him about his inspirations and have him teach me all of his techniques and how he draws. I just really like art so I decided to choose the most artistic person on the list. I think it would just be pretty cool to hang out with an artist that people consider to be one of the greatest. Plus free portraits, heck yeah. I want him to paint my dog but like as a majestic lion.

On a magical smartphone...

A standard app that should come with a magical smartphone would be a holographic clothes changer. You would wear a simple outfit underneath but you'd choose an outfit from the selection on your phone and it'd magically project it so it'd look like that's what you're actually wearing. It'd stay on till you change it and no one would know that it was holographic. The clothes would look and feel like actual clothes. You'd have the option to buy more closets with a lot more clothes too. You could also just talk to you phone to tell it to save your outfit in a certain folder. Like, if you put together an outfit and you look in the mirror and say, "dang, I look smokin'," then you can just tell your phone to save it into your favorites folder. Or maybe you've got a hot date or whatever and you have a couple outfits saved in your folder named "ayy bb gurl u lookin fine."

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 Rather than a restaurant, I'd want to open a cafe. The cafe would be sort of small and hidden with big bushes and flowers outside the windows. The whole entire wall that is opposite from the main counter and facing the outside street would be windows. People could enjoy their visit whilst still having the opportunity to still look at the outdoors. There would be a small, more private, corner in the back if people would not like to be towards the windows. You would also have the choice of sitting at the bar counter. The menu would contain all sorts of coffees, cappuccinos, espressos, etc. It'd also have little desserts like brownies, cakes, cookies, muffins, and donuts. It'd probably also have little sandwiches available. I'd like to think it'd be like a reading cafe, so you could sit down and read a book for a while and have coffee too.

John Egbert and Nic Cage

==> Be John Egbert

Having just seen your father pull into the driveway right before you were going to venture downstairs put a damper on your mood. You can't risk going downstairs without a disguise. You grab your groucho glasses and look in the mirror. John? Who is this John you speak of ? You are pretty sure that there has never been nor will be... Yeah this disguise sucks. You start down the stairs when the foul odor of fresh baking come from the kitchen. You clench your fist and shake it in front of you. Betty Crocker, you hiss. The buttery aroma of her even plot proves that this mission was going to be harder than yo- Who was that sensual looking man sitting there ? 

No! Not that one! The other one! (you briefly wonder who that man even is but decide to ignore it for now)

Yes that one! That man...that street tough maverick with nothing to lose...Dang, he's fine. Crap! He probably notices you staring at him. You quickly grab one of your dad's pipes sitting on the side table and put it in your mouth. Yes, your disguise is now 10x better and maybe that majestic stallion of a man will ignore your staring now that you have this! You politely inquire the alluring man's name. Cameron Poe he replies. Wait, what? Is this really Cameron Poe? The rough, tough, ex-convict who just wants to be reunited with his wife and daughter who he has never seen before ? Only one way to find out. You point your finger and shout at him, PUT THE BUNNY BACK IN THE BOX!!!! He shouts it back at you, PUT THE BUNNY BACK IN THE BOX!!! You both spend about ten minutes shouting this back and forth to each other. What a beautiful way to spend ten minutes. You would've gone longer but you stopped when you heard a beeping noise come from the kitchen. Oh no... You put your fist in front of you and shake it, Betty Crocker. Just then your dad pops into the room holding his distasteful masterpiece.

You gag a little as he brings it closer to you and Cameron. So you've come down already, John? he asks. You back away from the cake a little. Your dad continues to talk, I've set up a blind date for you and Cameron. Here's some cake, I'll just be in my room so you two have fun. Your dad walks away after placing the cake on the coffee table. Cameron takes a piece and you decide it'd be rude if you didn't eat with him as well. You guess you'll just have to swallow down at least one piece..

BLUH! You spit out your cake instantaneously. That was nasty. You remind yourself to never do that again. Cameron seems a little revolted that you just spit out your piece onto the rest of the cake. You tell him you're welcome from saving you from having to eat anymore of that monstrosity. He just looks at you funny. Crap, John, you gotta fix this! Being the smooth man you are, you know exactly how to play it off...

Come here often? you ask him. Dang you are smooth. You are smoother than a baby's buttox. He must think you're the coolest guy right now. Look at you go. Again, smoothest man alive. Cameron laughs and suggests that you three should watch some movies. Three? you ask, a little confused. He points behind him.

Oh yeah, that guy. You tell Cameron it's probably best to ignore him. He says okay. You ask him what movie he wants to watch. He says it doesn't matter to him. You decide to watch Con Air. You just love that movie. The way he just, you clench your fist, puts the bunny back in the box. You tell Cameron your decision and he gives you a thumbs up. Good choice, John. You put the movie into the DVD player and sit next to Cameron. Dear, sweet, precious Cameron. You get about halfway through the movie before you realize how much it sucks. Man, you hate Con Air. You stand up and eject the disk. Cameron asks what you are doing. You snap the disk in half whilst you squawk like an imbecile. 

Oops, you probably shouldn't have done that in front of him. You've made a grave mistake. Cameron looks at you for a little while longer before insulting you and leaving. That was my life story, you idiot, he says. He slams the door on his way out. Guess it's just you and me now, buddy.

Yes, you and I are going to party hard.

The end.

Something That is Mine

  A name that belongs to me,
but not exclusively
a name common enough that when called aloud,
a few heads turn all at once

I am the stone
the weight that keeps everything down
I am the mountain
she is the wind

I never thought it to be special
it would blend in and disappear completely
as if it were never there
a name engulfed in darkness
it's teeth bared and shining through 
keeping people away

"oh how nice it'd be,"
I thought
"to have someone stay here with me for a while"
"because is my name really mine,"
"if there is no one to call me by it ?"

When people say it
they sing it sweetly like a song
but I'd much rather sing a different song
because, you see
I don't like this one very much

A name that floats freely
and blooms
like the gardens you'd dream about
their sweet aroma caressing each letter
until it's spelled out
"Sierra"


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Unlimited Chickens

  If I were to choose between having one horse, one cow, and a dozen chickens, I would choose a dozen chickens. They'd be the best to own  because the would give you eggs everyday for you to eat and if you really needed to, you could eat the chicken itself. It's also possible to sell the eggs at a market to get money for other things you'd need. With one rooster, you would be able to keep your supply of chickens up. You'd have like an unlimited amount of chickens. How cool would that be ? It'd be kinda like in Minecraft when you throw an egg on the ground and out pops a chicken. Although, I do not advise that you throw an egg on the ground, it would not end up the same way. I would make sure that my chickens were treated like royalty. Chickens should be treated with the utmost respect and they should be sanctified as a godly figure. Birds, like the chicken, are presumed to be the descendants of dinosaurs, therefore they are basically way cooler than a horse or cow.

Mariah is a goddess

  The taste of the special pie that my sister makes is inexplicable. The chocolate pudding tastes so delicious, it's almost like sticking your head straight under a chocolate fountain and opening your mouth. All the chocolaty sweetness. The graham cracker crust tastes like the gates of heaven opening with a little dash of peanut butter. When you put the two together it's almost like getting tackled by 100 fluffy kittens.
  It's too bad that it doesn't have a name, we just call it 'Mariah's Special Pie."

Someone who is a true friend would stick by your side no matter what. They wouldn't judge you for how you act or what you like (although if it's harming someone else, I'd probably say something). They'd be there for you whenever you need help to either give you advice or a shove in the right direction.You should be able to go to them about anything without fearing that they'd think bad of you. They'd be that person who you could tell little things that happened throughout your day that most would deem insignificant like that horde of birds you saw flying that made you think of synchronized swimming. They'd want to hear about all those little stupid things that made you happy so they could be happy with you. They would be able to sit through a conversation that you have with yourself about your favorite character even if they understood none of it. They'd see that you cared about something that much and be excited to hear your passion for it. I just think it's important for friends to show that they care about each other in as many ways as they are capable of.

If I were a protagonist, I'd definitely be one of a tragedy

   She swears this is where she left him.Where did he go?
  She swung around her dim latern, calling for the boy, "Kaneki!"
  It had only been a minute, how far could he have gotten? She decided that the search couldn't wait till morning. He could get farther away by then and it was getting pretty cold. She didn't want him to freeze, he wouldn't be any good like that.
  She trudged  through the forest, yelling for Kaneki once and a while and only getting the sound of rustling leaves and a few crickets.
  She used her lantern to look for any signs of someone passing through. She repeated this process until she came across something. Blood.
  "Kaneki?"
  She heard soft panting coming from behind the brush a few yards in front of her.
  "Oh come on, Kaneki," she started over to where the sound was, " Are you trying to play a game ?"
  No answer. Maybe he thought she still hadn't found him? How foolish.
  "I thought I told you to stay, why didn't you listen?"
  "Was I supposed to just sit there while you killed me?" Kaneki decided to come out before the girl got to him first.
   He knew she would've found her anyway, there was no hiding from a Ghoul. He was holding his bloodied shoulder, breathing heavily as it stained his jacket.
  She smiled, "I guess it would be no fun that way."
  He glared at her, "Why did you have do this, Rize?"
  She gave that a thought. She didn't really have to do this, right? One or two bodies would last a month. Kaneki would be her tenth.
  "Say, Kaneki?" She stepped closer, he made no move to run away but his body tensed, "Don't you know that Ghouls are monsters? I don't need a reason to eat."
  Rize was close enough to touch him, she ghosted a few fingers across his cheek and he flinched away.
  "Then why me?" he whimpered.
  You told me you liked my hair and how it flows, a majestic purple that would put royalty to shame.
  Of course she didn't say that, she never could. She just took those words with a pinch of salt.
  "You have the right amount of body fat I figured it would be easy to eat."
  Kaneki looked down, "Get it over with, Rize."
  She covered her mouth and giggled, "Not gonna try and run anymore ?"
 He gave her a tired look, "Isn't that just useless, wasted energy?"
  The skin on her lower back began to bubble as scaled tentacles broke their way out, "I guess that's true. Stay still as I gently scrambled your insides then, yeah?"
  He began to cry, no longer able to hold back his tears. His life was going to end like this, on a date with his dream girl who happened to be a Ghoul. What a stupid way to die, only 19. He watched through tears as Rize's added limbs reached for him and held him in the air.
  His screams seemed to get lost in the forest and the only thing he knew now was a white hot pain. He wanted to die, to get it over with.
 Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. KILL ME.
 Those were his only thoughts, he didn't notice the giant tree falling. He was dropped and forgotten and Rize stuck under the wood.
  "W-why?" Rize choked out.
  She wasn't going to die like this, not in some lame accident. She glanced back over to where she had dropped Kaneki and grabbed for him.
  You tasted so delicious, I really shouldn't have messed around. You turned out to be my last meal. Ah, I want to taste you once again.
  Kaneki.

Bucket List

1.) I want to visit all the haunted places in the world. I'm really interested in supernatural things like ghosts and monsters but I'm also a pansy. I get scared really easily so I wouldn't want to go alone (plus I've seen scary movies, I know how things like this'll turn out. I'll need someone to shove in the way so I can live).

2.) I want to write a book and/or make a comic. I really like creating stories so I think it'd be fun to actually finish one completely.

3.) I want to swim in a pool of pudding. Just imagine it. A pool full of pudding.

4.) I want to have like 10 cats because cats are great. I love cats. They're so soft and cute.

5.) I want to try living in an igloo. I love cold weather and igloos are made of ice but I heard that they can actually get pretty toasty on the inside.

6.) I want to own every season of The Office so I can watch it over and over again and totally not cry on the series finale.

7.) I want to meet my favorite actors and actresses. I would want to meet Dane DeHaan, Chris Pratt, Zoe Saldana, Evan Peters, Misha Collins, Samira Wiley, Dascha Polanco, and Chloe Grace Mortez. There's more but I think I should stop there because there are too many.

My number one rule

   My number one rule is to always let me pet your dog. I don't care if your dog jumps on me, knocks me down, and gives me a black eye. You don't have to apologize either because I understand that dogs hurt because they love too much. In fact, I think that there should be dog play pens in random locations. Having a bad day ? Go play with the dogs. Feeling lonely ? Go play with the dogs. Just wanna hang out with some puppies? Go play with them. Animals relieve stress so having pens like that could make someone's day so much better. If you are scared of dogs, you could just avoid the play pens and maybe they will make play pens with different animals. Maybe cats, bunnies, birds? I still think a play pen with any kind of animal would be a great stress reliever for a lot of people.