blog 56

Blog 56

My best friend is man's best friend, my dog. My dogs' name is Rooney. Rooney is part mastiff, part tiger. Charlie Sheen got his “tiger blood” rendition from my dog, which is bullshit because he hasn't paid her shit for it. Rooney is terrifying. She has eaten several people. She is about 130 pounds and eats whole cows for breakfast. She doesn't live in my house, she lives in a cave on the mountain behind my house. She battled a mountain lion to steal the cave from it. When she defeated it, she ended up skinning it and she now wears a mountain lion coat around. When I take her on a walk, she leads me. She pretty much hates everyone besides my family, which is nice, because if she hated us she would have eaten us. The government of the United States of America pays tribute to Rooney so she won't eat it. Rooney ate Prussia, and the Ottoman Empire. The dinosaurs didn't become extinct because of a meteor, but because Rooney ate them as an appetizer. The Dos Equis most interesting man in the world is only scared of one thing; My dog. Dogs came from wolves, and wolves came from my dog Rooney. There was once a bully in my school. Then Rooney found out about him. No one ever saw the bully again. Amelia Earhart was flying over the Pacific, and then my dog got hungry. My dogs favorite prowling ground is the Bermuda Triangle. Rooney invented fear, but has never felt it. She would go hell because of her crimes, but God is scared of her. My best friend is my dog Rooney.

blog 55

Blog 55

I step out of my house, and I feel a cool breeze. The air just smells fresh, pure, and clean. I take a deep breathe. I look around and see towering ponderosa pines, wide blue spruces, and bare rocky outcroppings. I hear the gentle rustling leaves of the quaking aspens. A hawk circles above, eying its next victim. The sun shines bright, more intense up in these high altitudes. I feel a peace. My problems dissolve, I want to go explore. I want to go find rocks to climb and streams to cross. The Rocky Mountains of Colorado are a part of who I am fundamentally. They are a part of my childhood, and hopefully a part of my future. Last summer I went on a hike with my brother, my dog, and a friend. Our plan: to climb Mount Massive, one of the 53 fourteen thousand foot mountains in the state of Colorado. We decided we were going to make our own trail. This is frowned upon, as this is the way people get loss or hurt. But, feeling adventurous, we set out. We slaved away at our goal for hours on end. When we reaching to treeline, the lack of oxygen was almost unbearable. The air is so thin up there. But we finally reached the top. The trip down was fun as hell. I rode my heels down a couple hundred foot slope of small rocks, in a matter of minutes. It was awesome. We continued on our route, and came to pretty sizable cliff. The cliff was terrifying. I'm pretty scared of heights, so I was intimidated to say the least. We were able to shimmy down the cliff eventually, but not without some heated discussion. We finally made it and our trip came to an end. It was one of the most draining points of my life, but it was also one of the sickest things I've been a part of.

blog 54

Blog 54

When I was 11, my family and I moved to England. Because of my dad's job he was being transferred to a town outside of London called Harpenden, located in the county of Hartfordshire. We lived their for two years, and I loved it. While their, we were able to travel to many European countries and cities and places. We went to Rome, Paris, Northern Italy, Andorra, Barcelona, Belgium, Germany, the Alps, the Pyrenees, Scotland, Austria and Switzerland. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I loved being emerged into a completely new culture, with traditions different then mine. I played soccer there, went to one of the World Cup games, cheered Wayne Rooney on in the Euro Cup of 2004, went to the Isle of White, saw the cliffs of Dover, the Tower of London, and Hadrian's wall. I went to York and went to the top of one of the world's largest cathedrals.

When I was in third grade in my family and I took a trip to Costa Rica. We drove all over the tiny jungle country and at one point got our jeep stuck in a huge rivet in a road in a town called Kabuya. We were stuck overnight, in the town.

I once wrestled an alligator, killed it, and ate it. I then was struck by lightning, but I caught the bolt, and threw it back at the sky. One time a hurricane was trying to ruin my life, but I said hell no and I kicked it back to New Orleans. When I came to Ohio State, I forgot some of my clothes at home, so I jumped and grabbed a cloud, and rode it to Colorado, parachuted off of it onto a mountain, and jumped to my house. Believe it people, all this shit happened.

blog 53

Blog 53

The word I am going to blog about is Assassin. I am an assassin because of my extensive training in the Rocky Mountains, my native home. I trained with mountain lions, bears, elk, deer and mountain goats. I would climb 1000 foot cliffs, only to dive off the edge into bales of hay, and pounce on a mountain lion unexpectedly. I can blend into people like camouflage in a forest. I am an expert of disguise, along with free-running and athletic ability. Pretty much I am a one man army. I have been asked by the United States army several times to join, and also by the United States Marine Corps, and the Navy Seals. But my theory on that is that it wouldn't be fair for other countries if I joined. Any war would over in a matter of seconds, and the world would be at peace. I'm like IronMan, but I don't need a sweet-ass suit to be damn good at what I do. The reason I am so sweet is my training with the video game, Assassin's Creed. After reading this, many of you may think I am weird as hell, but before you judge, think of how hard it is to write 250 words with this prompt. It's pretty tough. So even though this story was weird, it was the only way I could write the needed amount. So don't judge me, just accept my sweet story. On another note, this is our 53^rd blog, kinda ridiculous. But I really am an assassin.

blog 51

Blog 51

My major at the beginning of the year was Environmental Engineering. I chose this major because I took A.P Environmental Science during my senior year of high school, and it was my favorite class in high school. I participated in the honors engineering classes my first two quarters of this year, and, to state it simply, got my ass kicked. I took two quarter of Engineering, Math, and Physics. I hated these classes. Not only were they hard, but they were boring as hell. So, after long talks with my reluctant parents, I was able to persuade them to let me switch my major. But, as of now I have not declared a new major. I am leaning towards environmental science with a minor in business. I am currently taking a history class, Mongol World Empire. I have never enjoyed lectures more than in this class. The professor is awesome and the content is even better; every day I learn something more about how badass these people were, and how they conquered the largest land empire known to man. I would become a history major in no time, and pursue a degree in education, if it weren't for the fact that there is little money to make being a history major. When it comes down to it, I just don't know what I want to do with my life. There are so many directions I could take and it's a little overwhelming to think that a decision I make now will dictate the rest of my life. But at the same time that's pretty exciting.

blog 50

Blog 50

                My grandfather’s name is William Moroney, but he is known to his many grandchildren as Grandpa Bill. He was born in 1928 in Arkansas. His father, also named William Moroney, was in the army, so they moved around many times. My grandfather did very well in school, and was quite bright. He graduate high school at the age of 16, and aspired to join the military. He joined at the age of 20, and shortly after he met my grandmother, Shirley, whom her grandchildren call Granny Gabo. He was deployed in the Korean War, where he fought on the front lines. According to my mom, Grandpa Bill has only talked about his experiences in the war when she was around one time, and I had the privilege of being present for it. It was a somber moment, and I will remember it for the rest of my life. He earned a purple heart and two silver stars for being hit by a fragment of a grenade and for “valor in the face of an enemy” (Wikipedia), respectively. When he returned home from the war, he met his first child for the first time, my uncle Dennis. He went on to become a lawyer, and to eventually become a judge. He has seven children, four boys and three girls. My grandfather is a great man and I have the utmost respect for him. He is one of the most intelligent, most knowledgeable people I have ever known. He currently lives in Phoenix with my grandmother.

blog 49

Blog 49

My aunt wakes me up in a rush. “We have to go!” I jump out of bed with my clothes already on. My brothers join us as we burst out the back door. It's raining outside, with huge crashes of lightning that like up the night sky like fireworks. I'm terrified and confused. We begin to run, sprint. We cut in between house trying to distance ourselves from something-but what? Why were we running? I ask my aunt who is chasing us. She says, “he's coming, we need to get away!” We run for what seems like hours, and I become exhausted. I trip over a bush. A darkness completely overruns my line of sight. I hear a heavy breathing, almost a growl. Then I wake up. This is a nightmare I had several times as a younger kid. I always woke at the same point, in a cold sweat, terrified. Another dream I had only once was very odd. I am sitting on a bench in a park, with huge trees surrounding the edge of the park limits. The sun is shining brightly and hot. I look up, stare into the sun, and suddenly I bite down and clench my teeth together. Then, my teeth shatter like glass, falling to the ground. Dreams are very interesting things. I believe them to be a jumble of information our subconscious relays to our minds as we sleep, as our body regenerates. I don't think our dreams mean as much as some think. Dreams can be interesting and fun. I have had dreams, even recently, where I was consciously aware of my state of dream and could manipulate what I did. I decided to fly. It was crazy.