Celebrity Husband?

"If you had to marry a celebrity, who would you marry?"

The answer to this question is just so blatently obvious, it pains me to have to even answer this.


Ed Westwick, of course. Any other answer is incorrect. I know this is an opinion thing, but if your answer is not Ed Westwick, you're wrong. I'm sorry, but he is just better. period. So after watching several seasons of Gossip Girl and each episode and oh that's the bell. I can't finish this in this class time. I'll continue this another day. TaTa. Don't wanna be late. LATER GATOR.

The Wind's Personalities

A Wind’s Personalities

By Tianna Zondervan

Soft

   Sweet

      Silent

It cools the blistering air

   Lightly

It carries the dandelion’s white parachute

It grows

And grows

   Savage

      Strong

         Stinging

It rips the green from the arms of the trees

   Fearless

It throws the ocean waves into a frenzy

It howls

And howls

Until once more it becomes

   Soft

      Sweet

         And silent

Blocks for Creation

Blocks for Creations

    By Tianna Zondervan

Several  Small

             Fun

             Painful

             Bumpy

             Sharp

             Colorful

Blocks in a pile

On the floor

All different Shapes

                   Sizes

                   Shades

Joined

Attached

Combined to create Buildings

                      Boats

                    People

                    Planes

         Trucks

                    Trains

Legos can invent

               anything

Legos can create

                        Everything.

Poems and stuffers.

Sincerely, Tianna.
Goodbye! I started with Goodbye because what if I said "hello" and then I died, and the person I was talking to never got to say goodbye, and neither did I? Deep stuff, I know. I'm just here to let ya'll  (As Tex, my Texan friend from Texas would say) that I gotta be posting poetry and stuffs for English. So enjoy!  Or hate, I don't care. Why do people say that? I do care. Nobody ever "doesn't" care. They be lyin says they otherwise. Golly! Gosh! Goodness! Gracious! My! Don't you just hate it when a sentence doesn't end you octopus.
I'll end with this: Hello.
Dear,
Bloggers <3

I bet i left you confused as a killer whale in the Sahara Desert on a snowy day. What it is. What. It. Is.

One time... at band camp.... JAY KAY. One time, my sister was like, "You would be so bored in jail." and i was all, "Uh, no. I wouldn't." Then we got into an argument and I made a list of all the things you could do in jail. Today, I'm going to share this list with you.

I would draw pictures
make up dances
read books
braid my hair all sorts of fun ways!
plan my escape
write songs
sing songs
play "Would You Rather" with the inmates
learn a new language
make a new language
convert people to hinduism, then ultimately to Christianity.
practice origami
perform the dances I had created previously
Learn how to pole dance. jk. jk the jk. hahahahaha jk.
cure cancer
graffiti
work out/yoga
make my jailbird stripes look goooood


Jail wouldn't faze me. Phaze? Phase? Fase? Faize? Maize? Corn?

BRACE YO SELFZ.

These days, you can see braces virtually anywhere. You walk down the street and people flash a smile and you and their metal mouths hang open for the world to see. They have braces. A bunch. But now, braces have gone beyond the oral common ground that people stand. Braces can now be seen on limbs. Feet. Arms. Legs. Hands. The whole cha-bang. Or sha-bang? Even I, hard as it may seem, before my days of perfection, had a back brace. For a whole year and a half, I suffered. But those days are over. The dog days are gone. the DOG DAYS ARE GOOOoooOOOooone. Woah. Florence and the Machines hacked my account. Sorry bout that.