tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72060163791285297832011-11-27T16:24:41.788-08:00Candace Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417616197547834130noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206016379128529783.post-41836894141005680542008-05-11T11:21:00.000-07:002008-05-11T11:23:28.421-07:00<img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/1114jgk.gif"/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206016379128529783-4183689414100568054?l=mad-e-zon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Candace Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417616197547834130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206016379128529783.post-69851449493766922752008-05-10T15:44:00.000-07:002008-05-10T15:45:28.603-07:00I spent the whole day one a project with my friends! It was so boring!<br /><br />Sorry for the crap blog posts, nothing much has happened<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206016379128529783-6985144949376692275?l=mad-e-zon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Candace Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417616197547834130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206016379128529783.post-21381982208566595862008-05-09T14:19:00.000-07:002008-05-09T14:23:13.323-07:00Here's a gif I made:<br /><br /><img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/169rkev.gif" border="0"/><br /><br />image hosted by tinypic<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206016379128529783-2138198220856659586?l=mad-e-zon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Candace Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417616197547834130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206016379128529783.post-45222239944620598302008-05-07T15:55:00.000-07:002008-05-07T16:11:05.309-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">In class today I wrote a "Think and Write" The topic was that an unexpected visitor arrives at your door, explain your experience. Here's what I wrote:</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ding Dong! I heard the doorbell ring, played skillfully to the tune of "It's a Small World." I ran to the door to stop the obnoxious nucienceas quickly as possible. I open the door and look forward, no one was there. Just when I was about to close the door, a small cricket came down using a minurature umbrella as a parashute.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"Jiminy Cricket!" I said, using my subsitute swear word in shock.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"That's right! I'm Jiminy Cricket!" the proper verman replied to me.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">" I wasn't expecting this..."</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"I work as a conciense, may I come in?"</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"Of course!" I carried the musical cricket into my house on the palm of my hand. Squeemish of all things creepy and crawly, I put him down next to the cookie jar that had a sign saying "DO NOT TOUCH." It was one of those police men ones that when you open up make a sound like a sirren. "I'm going to go wash my hands." I hurried to the bathroom.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Just then my sister walked in. "Oh look, cookies!" Just as she was about to reach for the lid, the disgusted cricket interrupted.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"You shouldn't tough those, see the sign?"</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Rowan, for a second, looked guiltily back and forth at her to options, devil and angel. Then she looked at Jiminy, smiled, and replied, "Shut up!" Squish! With her filthy hand, she opened the jar. The sirrends sounded loud and clear, wee ooh, wee ohh!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I ran in, to see my sister munching and a bug juiced, minurature tuxedo on the table</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">The end! Nice story, huh? It has inspired me to do something awesome later, but I won't say what. See yah later!</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206016379128529783-4522223994462059830?l=mad-e-zon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Candace Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417616197547834130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206016379128529783.post-68149077104141611392008-03-26T14:22:00.000-07:002008-03-26T15:03:27.129-07:00Shhh, if no one knows about this, then this will stay our little secret. I don't want my mom reading my bog, though eventually she will find it. :-P<br /><br />This is my first post, and i have to go to the bathroom, so i have to close the top of the laptop. brb<br /><br />Okay back. Now, I know a lot of you complain about updating, but this will be updated! I promise!<br /><br />Not much happening though... I made my 20th video:<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0vJPDL-GDQ&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0vJPDL-GDQ&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Check out www.youtube.com/FullDizz<br /><br />Oh, I have to read City Of The Beasts. It's an okay book, when I finish I'll give it a book review. <br /><br />I gotta go, so talk to yah later!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206016379128529783-6814907710414161139?l=mad-e-zon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Candace Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417616197547834130noreply@blogger.com0