If I took three showers, and washed with 15 shampoos, my hair would still be 塔の上のラプンツェル after an hour. Looi, my brother, always 発言しました my hair looked like I dyed it, when I didn’t. I looked down, my shoes were already on with the black shoe laces. I felt like I needed to barf. At least that’s what it felt like. Greeting hopped on the counter and stared at me. The brown cat 毛皮 was splotched with black dots and white lines. She is a different cat, that’s why I like her. I looked back at the mirror. Well, あなた look terrible today, I thought.
“Greeting, あなた can’t look at me like that. I know I look awful. Now, get off the counter!” I half yelled and half laughed. I made a motion for her to get off of the bathroom counter. The cat looked at me and stared. Greeting’s head turned to the side and coughed up a hairball. She made a gagging sound and then stopped. Ew, I thought, and through it in the garbage.
I looked down at her. She ran towards the living room.
“Polar! Come here boy!” I shouted. Polar, the siberian husky, growled from the living room at Greeting. I smiled and switched shirts from a bleached gray blouse, to a flowy, black t-shirt. Polar trotted into the bathroom and barked at me. His light blue eyes were burning at the cat. I looked back and picked Greeting up.
“Do not bite the cat! You’re supposed to be eating your dog 食 and not in here. Great! I’m talking to a dog, what else is wrong with me?” I yelled and stroked Greeting, while I bowed my head in shame. She jumped down when Polar left. I shook my head and went back to trying to un-tangle my hair. When I looked back at the mirror, I noticed something.
Hmph.
Another blonde hair on my shoulder.
Watching.
I turned my head really quickly towards the big 7 foot window facing the back woods of our house. It was half snowing and half... not, snowing.
I had a gut feeling that I would be in great danger if I went to this school. It was mostly because of the weird rubbed blonde hair on my jackets, they just stuck on my ランダム clothing, mostly jackets. Strange thing is, my mom doesn’t have blonde hair.
I picked it up and threw it into the trash can. My mind started to spin, around, around, and around. It couldn’t be a coincidence that I find blonde hairs over and over again on everything I own.
Is it a warning?
They seemed like a strange sign to stay away, like someone was telling me something. Like something was telling me that I was in grave danger in some sort of angry way I can’t explain. Telling me to back off. または was it a sort of greeting? Maybe something wants me to come somewhere. Maybe, the signs were telling me to go and meet new people, and try my best. How could blonde hair be a warning, though?
“Greeting, あなた can’t look at me like that. I know I look awful. Now, get off the counter!” I half yelled and half laughed. I made a motion for her to get off of the bathroom counter. The cat looked at me and stared. Greeting’s head turned to the side and coughed up a hairball. She made a gagging sound and then stopped. Ew, I thought, and through it in the garbage.
I looked down at her. She ran towards the living room.
“Polar! Come here boy!” I shouted. Polar, the siberian husky, growled from the living room at Greeting. I smiled and switched shirts from a bleached gray blouse, to a flowy, black t-shirt. Polar trotted into the bathroom and barked at me. His light blue eyes were burning at the cat. I looked back and picked Greeting up.
“Do not bite the cat! You’re supposed to be eating your dog 食 and not in here. Great! I’m talking to a dog, what else is wrong with me?” I yelled and stroked Greeting, while I bowed my head in shame. She jumped down when Polar left. I shook my head and went back to trying to un-tangle my hair. When I looked back at the mirror, I noticed something.
Hmph.
Another blonde hair on my shoulder.
Watching.
I turned my head really quickly towards the big 7 foot window facing the back woods of our house. It was half snowing and half... not, snowing.
I had a gut feeling that I would be in great danger if I went to this school. It was mostly because of the weird rubbed blonde hair on my jackets, they just stuck on my ランダム clothing, mostly jackets. Strange thing is, my mom doesn’t have blonde hair.
I picked it up and threw it into the trash can. My mind started to spin, around, around, and around. It couldn’t be a coincidence that I find blonde hairs over and over again on everything I own.
Is it a warning?
They seemed like a strange sign to stay away, like someone was telling me something. Like something was telling me that I was in grave danger in some sort of angry way I can’t explain. Telling me to back off. または was it a sort of greeting? Maybe something wants me to come somewhere. Maybe, the signs were telling me to go and meet new people, and try my best. How could blonde hair be a warning, though?
He leads me
in the paths that are right
あなた are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
あなた are close beside me with comfort,
あなた are guiding my way
あなた make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
あなた are もっと見る than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for あなた
And am proud to know あなた and call あなた friend.
in the paths that are right
あなた are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
あなた are close beside me with comfort,
あなた are guiding my way
あなた make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
あなた are もっと見る than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for あなた
And am proud to know あなた and call あなた friend.
How men first learnt to invent words is unknown;in other words,the origin of language is a mystery.All we really know is that men,unlike animals,somehow invented certain sounds to express thoughts and feelings,actions and things so that they could communicate with each other;and that later they agreed to certain signs,called letters,which could be combined to represent those sounds,and which could be written down.These sounds,if spoken または written in letters,are called words.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which によって their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which によって their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.