Wednesday, December 23, 2009

photoshop face



for this activity I decided to make a movie poster. yes it is a horror movie. this is the first to the sequel 77 days in heaven.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Friday, December 18, 2009

photoshop face

As my photoshop project I clearly am the devil and my partner in crime Vector Arrows is the angel. This is true she is the angel and i'm the devil. haha!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009

Friday, December 4, 2009

I believe




I believe the world should have more peace in it!!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

my best friend



this is my bff getting married to my other bff.
this is my bestest friendthis is my best friend as a pretty pretty princess

Monday, November 23, 2009

logo type

music!!

he is singing the song I saw it on your keyboard

Monday, November 16, 2009

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Monday, November 9, 2009

Monday, November 2, 2009

skinny

sorry i couldn't think of anything to do. This is really bad!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Friday, October 23, 2009

free time#2

I can't believe I have another free time!!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

free time #1

Ya I actually have free time. It's a miracle!!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

flying


I changed the scene because it was taking to long to make the 1st version

germs


sorry this one is really bad. I couldn't think of anything else to do for this

frozen

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

t-shirt



this is bad I'm sorry I thought it would turn out better then it did! this one is backward for a
reason

Monday, October 5, 2009

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Friday, September 25, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

infinite!!


casey at the bat


The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that —
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat;
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped —
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said "Strike two!"

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

welcome!

I got bored and changed my mat to a sign!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Tuesday, September 1, 2009