Week 15.

Words by Britney Spears

Cameras are flashing while we're dirty dancing

Living in sin is the new thing

Confidence is a must, Cockiness is a plus, Edginess is a rush

Whether you like it or not, it ain't gonna stop

And i came to hit the floor

I got that boom boom

You can look but don't touch

You want a piece of me?

I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am

I'm not ashamed of my beauty you can see what I got

I see nothing wrong in spreading myself around

They're still gonna put pictures of my derriere in the magazine

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me

You're gonna have to see through my perspective

You Drive me crazy

Think that you know me now but you don't

I don't need permission, make my own decisions

I'm Miss bad media karma, another day another drama

Are you kidding me?

Well get in line with the paparazzi

That's my prerogative

week 14-first piece

The beds were as hard as a rock, maybe even harder. He slept with one eye open just in case. he would stare at the ground in fear of making eye contact with another inmate. His inmate number is 142684. He feels completely alone and thinks a lot about how he got myself where there. Every minute he spends in his cell, he prays. Prays for his family and their forgiveness. Most of the time he sits alone on the picnic tables, watching the other inmates play basketball. Every day he carves a tally mark into the wood. Today he put the 105^th tally. He took up the habit of biting his nails, sometimes they bleed but it gives him a sense of calmness. Food is served 3 times a day but he is lucky to eat once. Sometimes he goes days without eating because his food is snatched away as soon as  he receives it. He would kill for a big mac…literally.

Week 12 redo

Hopefully this is more risky.

If I had to be on Who Wants to be a Millionaire, I would call him for phone a friend. He knows everything about anything, even the little details and random facts. He taught me how to change the oil in my car and how to make the perfect lasagna. He is by far the most intelligent man I know, sometimes too intelligent. He could possibly be compared to Albert Einstein, or at least I do. He is hated by some but respected by all. He shares his thoughts and spreads ideas to help others improve. Sometimes he isn’t given enough credit for what he knows. If you have a question, he has the answer.

Who is this mystery man? Of course, who else could it be…he’s my dad. Duh! 

week 13

After I emptied the box of frosted flakes, I opened the refrigerator to find about 2 tablespoons of milk left in the container. I was really craving cereal so I had to go buy more milk. As always, my keys are nowhere to be found. I checked my coat pockets and my purse and realized I was running out of time before I had to work. Living right in town, there is a little convenience store right up the street. So I decided it would just be quicker if I ran there to grab some milk.

About half way there, I had to stop and catch my breath. I wondered if it was really quicker than driving.  If it took me this long to get to the store down the street, I can’t imagine how long it would take me to get to work.

After buying my milk, I began to head home; it made me think about how it would be not having a car. I realized I use my car every single day and I don’t know what I would do without it.  I would have to walk everywhere, down the street to the store, across town to work, and all the way to Boston if I ever wanted to visit my sister. I would definitely be in great shape and I would save money on gas, but my feet would really hurt.

I wondered about what people did before cars were invented. Did they really have to walk 30 miles to and from school, up hill both ways? How many pairs of shoes did they wear the soles out of?

The walk back didn’t seem to take hardly as long as it did to get there. Maybe it was because my mind was imagining how harsh it would be if I didn’t have a car. 

week 12 Theme

As my older sister left the room, leaving her purse behind, I pounced on the opportunity to snatch her license. We look just alike so I knew it would pass for being me. I knew my sister would absolutely flip if she found out that I was the one who took her ID but I that didn’t matter.

I was the youngest of all my friends, so I wasn’t able to get into the bars and clubs. I had 6 months until my 21^st birthday, it wouldn’t of killed me to just wait. The following weekend I hit the town with my friends. I put on my high heels and loaded on my make-up. I had no dought in my mind that the ID wouldn’t work, and to no surprise, it worked perfectly.

I had never experienced anything like it before. The music was jammin’, the dance floor was packed, and not a person in sight without a drink in their hand. It was everything I thought it would be and more. I was gonna live it up while I had the chance. “Drinks on me” was a reoccurring phrase I used.

We bar hopped all around the Bangor/Orono area. The Bear Brew was our last stop, the final hooray of the night. Thinking my ID would work, like it had all night, I walked in the doorway and was intently denied.

Bouncer: This isn’t you. Whats your date of birth?

Me: 12-2-87…(which is my sisters birthday)

Bouncer: Well I’m glad you know your sisters birthday because your gonna have to get her something good to make up for the fact you took her ID.

I stood there in aahhh. I was speechless.

Come to find out the next day, that the bouncer was my good friends with my sisters boyfriend.

So at the end of the night, I stumbles away without an ID, carrying my heels, and with no regrets.

Week 11.

The Draft Tower

16 Draft beers to choose from.

Sam Adams Winter Ale is poured slow by the draft tower.

The Molson hockey helmet handle is pulled.

The draft tower pours  “The Perfect Pour” of Guinness.

The draft tower is busy pouring Pabst Blue Ribbon during baseball season.

So many beers poured from the draft tower.

Jimmy gets mad when the draft tower starts to kick.

The tower pours Seadog Blueberry for the 21^st birthday.

The draft tower changes the draft heads.

Bud Light Lime is added to the draft tower to kick off the summer.

The Michelob Ultra tower tap pours faster.

The draft tower pours a 22oz Bluemoon, then accented with an orange slice.

When the leaves start to change, Sam Adams Octoberfest replaces the summer ale on the draft tower.

The draft tower fills up $8.00 pitchers of Coors, Miller, and Bud Light.

Bud Light is poured the most on the draft tower.

Woodchuck cider is back on the draft tower, my brother drinks.

The draft tower is used steadily during Monday night football.

I had a really hard time with this weeks theme. I have no idea even if this is remotely close to right. all i could come up with. :/

Week 10.

I can’t believe she did it. She completely blew it off. I go out on a limb for her and she doesn’t show up. I gave her money to help her get by. I set her up with a good job that was guaranteed hers.

***

I couldn’t even bare to speak to her. I don’t get how she could do this, especially since I’m her younger sister. Obviously I will always be there for her but sometimes she takes advantage of it. She was the older sister. If anything, I should be the one asking for money.

***

I had plenty of money, so I didn’t mind lending her money. I thought she would use my money wisely, for something important… But I was wrong. She used it for her bus ticket to go to Orono for Halloween. She used the money towards a Halloween costume and drinks at the bars.

***

I feel so played. So disappointed in her. 

Week 9.

I pushed the door open into the kitchen hoping table 12s loaded nachos were done. There they were under the heat with the slip sticking out. The slip said no sour cream and what do I see on top…sour cream. The cooks have to learn to read and make me a new loaded nacho with no sour cream.

***

My party of 12 at table 2 stopped eating about an hour ago and I’ve been back and forth from their table to the bar with 22oz Bud Lights. The saying on the night at that table was “Shit Yes!” They wanted me to say that whenever they needed another drink. I felt awkward saying it considering they were older men that looked like they were science professors or something.

***

I can’t wait until my tables leave because then I can go home. I have worked 40 hours in 3 days and my feet are killing me. Tomorrow I have the whole day off so I plan on laying on the couch all day and soaking my feet.

***

There was only 2 minutes left in the 4^th quarter of the Patriots game so I was hoping my tables were going to leave soon. But of course as soon as I check on them, they wanted more beer. “Shit Yes! Shit Yes!”