Act 1 Scene 1

Hermia tells everyone that she loves Lysander, and will not marry Demetrius. Demetrius gets angry, and tries to get her father to force her into this marrige. Hermia says that she would rather remian single for the rest of her life than marry Demetrius. She is given a little time to decide what she wants to do. Thesius mean while is worring about his up coming marrige. Lysander and Hermia meet up again to talk about what they want to do. Lysander that he has an aunt that treats him like a son that lives a far ways away. He suggests that they run away together to that house so they can live together and never be caught. She agrees, and they tell their friend Hepollota. Hepollota loves Demetrius, and decides to tell him about Hermia and Lysanders plan to run away. Mean while, the actors that are going to perform at the play are getting their assigned parts. They are to perform a love tale that ends in tragity. One actor especially likes to show off, and would like to perform every part in the play if he could. To Be Continued.......

Scary Story

There was once a video tape. It was quite disturbing, and filled with horrible images. If you watched it, your phone would ring, and say, you have 7 days. And 7 days later, you would die. On the video, it showed a girl. A little girl, a mirror, dead horses, a lighthouse, a fly, hair, a chair, and last of all, a well. The last image on the tape, was the well closing, and all u can see is the ring, a ring of light. A women watched it, got scared, made a copy of it, and showed it to her friends. Soon her freinds started to die, one by one, in unexplained ways. her son got curious, and watched it to, So the women had to try to figure out how to stop her boy from dying. She soon figured out that if you made a copy of the tape, then you wouldnt die. Unfortunatly, she wasnt able to tell her friend in time to save his life. When he was walking around his house, his T.V. turned on. When he started to walk to turn it off, the static cleared, and it showed the well. Slowly, the little girl climbed out of it, and started walking towards him. She got closer and closer, and she suddenly walked rght through the T.V. screen. She slowly walked towards him, and he was unable to see her face, because her hair covered it. She slowly looked up at him, and he saw her face, disgusting and hidious. It was so horrible, it gave him a heart attack, and he died right on the spot, with a look of pain upon his face. The women came over, saw what had happened, and left the city with her son, for good.

Personal Question #5

Ok, everyone has a dream day. like a day that they would find absolutly perfect. My dreams day would be wake up at my friends north shore house, get my friends together, and shove them all in a minivan or something big, and drive them down to haleiwa beach park. We would all grab our boards, go have a mad photo/surf sesh for a couple hours, and then go to L&L for lunch. After lunch, we would go to the waterpark for a couple hours, then go to the movies and see the newest action packed thiller. afterwards, we all go over ot my house, and go swimming, and then go to sleep. Perfection is simple!

Personal Question #4

Its spring break, and right now, im sitting on my computer for 1 reason right now. Because I am grounded right now, and am bored out of my mind. I got grounded because I was a Makapu body boarding with some friends, and then, I went to Lanikai without telling my parents, and several hours later, they found out and dragged me home kicking and fighting the whole way. I know I should have told them, but I wanted to go to Lanikai really bad, and after that, we were going to go to koko marina, but before we could get there, my rents found out, and the rest is history. So, i guess the lesson here is when sneaking off to Lanikai without telling your parents, come up with a better cover story other than there wasnt any phone reception. Tee Hee. My parents are smart, but sometimes if Im lucky, Im smarter!

Personal Question #3

Vacations and breaks are where are true self comes out. On vacations and breaks, you let loose. You do what YOU want. Not what others want, what you want. You want to go to the beach? Then you go to the beach. What you do and who you hang out with reflect on what your charecter is. You go to parties everyday, not caring whats going on with your family. that shows where your priorities are. You stay home, help your family with chores, and stuff, it shows whats important to you. Every action you make, it shows a little bit more of you. With every action, there is a reaction.

Who am I?

Who am I? Alot of people ask me this, but sometimes i cannot answer them. I do not know all of me. I am a soul, but a growing one. Learning more about myself as the day goes on. I am, the best way I know how to decribe myself, a city. I have many levels to me. The more I trust you, the closser you get to my center. But no one gets to my center. No one. To gain my trust, you must earn it 5 times over for me to begin to remotely trust you. My trust is hard to gain, but easy to lose. Life has taught me many things, but one of those things is never let someone know all of you. People take too much advandage of each other these days, and few people are ever completely honest. It's kind of sad if you think about it. But I guess that's the kind of world we are living in these days. Too bad.

Personal Question #1

Why do people lie and cheat each other? Work fairly for what you want. Because in the end, all those lies come back and hurt you madly. If you cheat someone, they'll cheat you back. Thats the kind of world we're living in right now. If you do something, then that person has just as much a right to do that same thing back. I try hard not to lie to much, especially to my friends, because I find that when i do lie and cheat them, they will always get you back in the end. It will always work out like that. No matter what you do or where you run, your lies will always return home to you.

Personal Question #2

I find that I like music a lot. Especially Reggae. Music I think is the cure in life we all look for. Relaxation. There is always a song that you can listen to that will match your mood. Your in a pissy mood, so you listen to a song bout people hating other people, and that fuels your anger. Or you can listen to a nice, relaxing song, and u instantly calm down. Your sad, so listen to a happy song bout love or something nice like that. Reggae I find for me is always helpful, no matter what. I always listen to it so that I am always relaxed. I think if I didn't have Reggae in my life, I would be super uptight and easy to anger. It makes me part of who I am.

Family Story: Part 2

We were all very pissed at my dad. As soon as we got on shore, we began to yell at him. We screamed till our lungs hurt. My dad opened his mouth to respond, but suddenly, he turned into a rabbit. "What the heck?" I said. Rabbit dad nibbled at some plants. "OK, this is messed up. We got to do something to turn dad back into a person." my sisters said. "Uhh, i don't know if we should do that. Think of the possibilities of dad being a rabbit. We not have to listen to him, because he cant speak, and mom will be to busy taking care of him! It's like Christmas all over again!" I said. "No," My sisters said, "We have to turn him back." I realized that I was not going to win this argument, and there was only one way to solve this problem. "Oh my God, it Paris Hilton!" I said, point behind my sisters. They turned. I grabbed the Dad-Rabbit and ran as hard as i could. I caught a taxi to the airport, and had the next flight to San Fransisco. The rabbit and I hitch hiked to the U.S. Mexican border, where we met up with Francesca, and crossed it in the middle of the night, to live the rest of our days in a little Mexican town. The End

Surfing

A couple months ago, my dad, my sisters, and I went surfing out at Cromwells. The surf was a nice 4-6 feet. nothing to worry about. We paddled out, and set up on the left side, and waited. About 20 minutes later, the waves started to get bigger and bigger. In 5 minutes, the waves kicked up to 8-10 feet. My dad caught the first wave he saw, leaving me with my sisters in the middle of the ocean. My sisters started crying and screaming, and I was just pissed off at my dad. My little sister tried to signal down one of the coastal rescue helicopters , but I had to make her stop. My dad came back, and started to have to girls paddle in. But, when the waves had gotten bigger, the rip tide to shore had gotten stronger, and was going against us. It took us about 45 minutes to paddle in to shore, and when we got out, we were all fuming at my dad. He promised to make it up to us, and even today, he still owes me.

The Point

The point of having a blog I believe is to share with the world your knowledge, feelings, and experiences, without running the risk of getting hurt. You can post a blog, and it will be one of billions out there. Its completely anonymous, so that no one can track you down and hurt you for what you posted. People anywhere can access it. Its not like Myspace, where all your friends will read what you post, and possibly tease you for your feelings. Only people looking for that kind of blog will find it. It helps you put your ideas out there, without any risk, and that's what alot of people need.