Restaurant

1980 Chevron: Where You Can Fill Up For Less

Come in and chow down on inexpensive food... and you do not need to eat again at home afterwards-- you'll be full! My family and I will serve you just what we eat: tacos, spaghetti, buyrgers... all in out roomy, comfortable enviroment that will remind you of your in-laws home Sunday evening! Come on through!

$100

To some, one hundred dollars is a lot of money. To others, it is pocket change. So, if I had to give away one hundred dollars it would be to someone or omething that would actually be affected by it, like a bum on the street, or a family that is in need of financial assistance.

Deepest Fear

I am not much of an open person. I do not like to tell everybody about me. That being said, my deepest fear is my fears being exposed to the public. I feel that it is too risky; people like to use your flaws against you.

Dinosaur

If I awoke one Saturday morning, peered into my backyard, and saw a dinosaur, I cannot say that I would not panic. However, I would be freaked out about the fact that I was going crazy, seeing that dinosaurs are extinct. That being said, I would call somebody and ask them if they see it too. If they do, then I would attempt to capture the behemoth. If i succeeded I would train it, name it Beast or Beastette, according to the gender of the creature, and keep it in my backyard, both for protection and for fun.

Cook A Meal

Out of all the things I have cooked for my family, I could never go wrong with French onion soup. However, I do miss crying and laughing with my sister while cutting onions. The sweet smell of them sauteeing in the pot with the garlic and butter can only remind me of her. The sizzling makes me reminisce about when she burned me with the hot pot, then I crack a smile, wishing my sister were there to do it with me.

This Journal Is...

This journal is pointless. I really do not know what I am writing this for. And yet, I cannot stop writing it, The words just flow through my fingertips. I cannot stop them; they are soldiers attacking the paper at the battlefield. Will it ever stop? We'll have to see.

In This Dream I Was...

In this dream, I was dreaming about having a dream And in that dream I saw Dr. King. He had a dream too. Dreams are usually hard to remember, but why did his stick to the back of his brain? Are we supposed to remember the important dreams? Then, what makes a dream important if they do not even come true? And who are they important to? Me and you? Then, in my dream, I dreamed that I woke up. Then, I dreamed that I asked myself, "Should remember that dream? If I remember it will I be like Dr. King? Or did it not matter? Should I try to forget it? Or will my mind erase it automatically?" Then, I dreamed that I woke up, and asked myself, "Was the last dream really a dream? And if it wasn't, could I remember it then? Or would I remember it automatically if it were a dream?" Now, I ask myself, "When I wake up, should I remember this?"