Here I stand staring at this room. The walls glissading from the clean ward wood, with on them plaques and awards. The smell coming from the fire place of an old wet wood. The floor is covered with tasteless rugs covering the beautiful hard wood. The ceiling covered in marble tops arranging from all different colors. The biggest supplier of light is being the little lamp in the corner and the burning fire place. There are books stacked on top of each other just making the room a mess. The baby grand piano being the main eye candy in the room distracting you from the piles of books. The doors being huge standing as tall as the ceiling. 

Here I stand staring at this room. The walls glistening from the clean ward wood, with on them plaques and awards. The smell coming from the fireplace of an old wet wood. The floor is covered with tasteless rugs covering the beautiful hard wood. The ceiling covered in marble tops arranging from all different colors. The biggest supplier of light is being the little lamp in the corner and the burning fire place. There are books stacked on top of each other just making the room a mess. The baby grand piano being the main eye candy in the room distracting you from the piles of books. The doors being huge standing as tall as the ceiling. 

Here I stand staring at this room. The walls glissading from the clean ward wood, with on them plaques and awards. The smell coming from the fire place of an old wet wood. The floor is covered with tasteless rugs covering the beautiful hard wood. The ceiling covered in marble tops arranging from all different colors. The biggest supplier of light is being the little lamp in the corner and the burning fire place. There are books stacked on top of each other just making the room a mess. The baby grand piano being the main eye candy in the room distracting you from the piles of books. The doors being huge standing as tall as the ceiling. 

Here I stand staring at this room. The walls glissading from the clean ward wood, with on them plaques and awards. The smell coming from the fire place of an old wet wood. The floor is covered with tasteless rugs covering the beautiful hard wood. The ceiling covered in marble tops arranging from all different colors. The biggest supplier of light is being the little lamp in the corner and the burning fire place. There are books stacked on top of each other just making the room a mess. The baby grand piano being the main eye candy in the room distracting you from the piles of books. The doors being huge standing as tall as the ceiling. 

Here I stand staring at this room. The walls glissading from the clean ward wood, with on them plaques and awards. The smell coming from the fire place of an old wet wood. The floor is covered with tasteless rugs covering the beautiful hard wood. The ceiling covered in marble tops arranging from all different colors. The biggest supplier of light is being the little lamp in the corner and the burning fire place. There are books stacked on top of each other just making the room a mess. The baby grand piano being the main eye candy in the room distracting you from the piles of books. The doors being huge standing as tall as the ceiling. 

The sitcom I am watching is the office. The episode is about Michael is leaving for a new life in Colorado. So he needs to teach Deangelo who is taking his job how to be the boss and they are also having an award show for all his workers called the dundies. The setting is in Scranton Pennsylvania and in their paper office called Dunder Mifflin.  The problem is that Michael is leaving and Deangelo does not know how to host the award show. That problem is kind of an external. The problem is that Deangelo is very afraid of preforming in front of a crowd. 

The flash fiction assignment was kind of weird I really didn’t know what to think about all the stories most of them kind of just left you with a question and with a feeling of what the heck did I just read? I mean the stories at the end were just like ya this makes no sense and we are going to make you think for the next couple of hours and ruin your day because you are going to be thinking of this the whole time like there were so many different endings and conspiracies to all the stories. One that really stuck to me was the one with the kid that wrote with chalk on the side of the school wall. he was very homosexual I think. I mean it sounded like the kid had a little love affair for his friend that was a guy. Its fine to have friends that are you gender and that you care about but when you go to the extant that you have like relationship feelings for the kid than you kind of need to just step back and say woah man I am becoming to attached to this kid and need to step away from him and probably hangout with different people. The other story was the one with the little brother that one was just so confusing it was like do they live in an altar universe and everyone is controlled by a button in the back of his head. And alos why does a boy want a baby doll for Christmas his parents should have bought him a football instead a doll.