tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54760067697305438972024-03-05T01:18:02.179-08:00Ashton's Creative Writing BlogAshton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-34683194701810428832014-01-22T19:45:00.002-08:002014-01-22T19:45:32.361-08:00The Buried LifeAuthors note<br />
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Going into this project I wasnt really looking forward to it, I was just expecting another boring project that im gonna wanna see what would happen if I didnt do it. But I gave it a chance and as I started to get into the flow of things and thinking of Ideas and how cool it would be to accomplish some of them, the more I really started to enjoy working on it. I was really happy to learn about the whole animoto concept, I thought that it was a really cool way of giving off a certain ora to your slideshow with all the different styles you could choose and being able to customize a song, it really made it an extension of your personality. This project also made me realize how much I have to look forward to in life and how theres always something out there for you to accomplish. For my buried life project I chose each item not based on what will help me out in life but what will create the lifelong memories and great stories around a campfire with your friends. Ive already completed a few of the items on my bucket list but hope to accomplish many more. <br />
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Now what? there are to many things on my bucketlist that I would love to accomplish right away but to pick one out of the crowd, I would say that going to united states for lacrosse would be number 1 because lacrosse is my biggest passion in life and always has and always will be. I have been talking to a coach from Lincoln Memorial University in Tennesse and he has told that he was interested in having me out there. I have booked my SATs which I have been studying pretty hard for, and i must admit its been pretty stressful with my school exams around the same time. But im really excited to see how I do on the test and if I do well my college choices are very wide. I hope to accomplish this goal because it would mean the world to my family and myslef and am really looking forward to the future and for what happens next.Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-31108776170173919952014-01-22T19:09:00.001-08:002014-01-22T19:09:24.990-08:00The Buried Life Project<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> it</span></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">was march 3<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">rd</span></sup>, a Sunday
if I remember correctly I had decided to skip out on my family goat milking
session because I felt that my family had enough milk to last us for the next
couple days. This gave me the entire day to do whatever I wanted. This was a
raare day off for me because I am the soul care giver of my 8 little brothers
after my parents had died at a young age due to the leading cause of death in
our town, being eaten in your sleep by an elephant. It was very tough on my
brothers because they had witnessed the entire thing but enough talk about that….
I don’t really like to talk about it to much. Besides the city fair was on in
my town and that was the biggest event every year. So I decided to head over to
my buddy Jabeers house, he was two years younger then me but we were still
considered best friends. His house was at least 20 minutes away from mine but
in order to get to the fair in time, I ran as fast as I could. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I arrived at his house I yelled
“Jabeer get down here we have to get to the fair soon!” Jabeer then called back
and said “I cant! I don’t have the money for that Abdar, You know that.” But I replied
“don’t worry, Ill pay for both of us to play a few games.” I knew this would
get his attention as he rushed down the stairs ready to attend the annual fair.
Jabeer was never really one for rides but gosh did he love the games. Me? I
like both and had found a couple extra bucks laying around for the games. Next
thing I knew Jabeer was running out of the house rushing over to the fair to
get started on playing some games, then I heard Jabeer shout “Abdar! Abdar! Over
here! Over here! Look at this!” So I ran over to Jabeer and there was a very
interesting game. The goal of the game was to shoot a whiffle ball into the middle
hole surrounded by a lot of bigger holes. The grand prize was a brand new
motorbike, this was by far the coolest prize at the entire fair. It was a
dollar a try and I had cut my pocket down to 2 dollars, I gave Jabeer a shot
and myself a shot. I had a feeling that one of us would be able to win the bike
because we had both played little league softball as kids, and Jabeer was on a
hot streak because he had won 3 prizes on the last 3 games he played. Jabeer
insisted he went first and he gracefully threw the ball and it was so quiet you
could hear it whistling in the wind. It was like a movie scene as it rolled
around the rim extremely dramatically and it paused at the last second… and
fell over the edge as he missed his shot. Now it was my turn, I approached the
shooting position, I launched it as hard as I could and it bounced on the edge
of the hole started to rim, and just like Jabeer it paused… everyone silent and
in aww as it slowely fell into the center hole and I had won the motorbike. The
circus freak handed me the keys and we were off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As we began to leave we could
here a lot of yelling and screaming. It became clear as a giant angry man began
to approach me and Jabeer. The big scary man spoke thus “the worker said it was
impossible to win!!” The worker then said as he seemed frightened “ I could’ve sworn
it was I don’t know how they did it. Next thing I saw was the big man stab the
worker in the gut and he fell to his knees and exhaled his last breath. The
angry man began to approach us and me and jabeer began to drive away. I had
never driven a motorbike before so I was going pretty slow, slow enough for the
man to keep pace with us. I was praying and trying to keep my and my best
friend from being slaughtered by this unknown scary man. Jabeer slipped off the
back and was literally dragging himself on the back. He looked back and saw
multiple men angry about or victory at the game chasing us with big shiny
swords. I was just about in the clear when I heard Jabeer yelp and I looked
back and saw that he had fallen off the back of the motorbike. I wanted to stop
but I couldn’t risk dying. I couldn’t let down my brothers back home. I looked
back and saw my bestfriend dead in the sand and the angry men had stopped
persuing me. When I got back home my brothers asked me what was wrong when they
saw me crying and I thought about telling them but I don’t think that they
couldve handled another death. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-33081455519781919682013-12-05T12:27:00.001-08:002013-12-05T12:27:33.225-08:00Log book<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTE5MLWLDBlvWiPQMx2TYGuiWMao4cPxpSatqb8ZiSjAZl3TqcxTDYt12YHMpHFOdubk0rSx8Z7PX-MxFaDRkUCk7Ty3QRAD__Q03PloWTQNVgxcVs74p-LkcU88FifBStnjP4G-8FZmv/s640/blogger-image-651411095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTE5MLWLDBlvWiPQMx2TYGuiWMao4cPxpSatqb8ZiSjAZl3TqcxTDYt12YHMpHFOdubk0rSx8Z7PX-MxFaDRkUCk7Ty3QRAD__Q03PloWTQNVgxcVs74p-LkcU88FifBStnjP4G-8FZmv/s640/blogger-image-651411095.jpg"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5geXrrZxZRogTOdGBjnlbBXO9LW8Bn_zy6Kvl2zBKLkhEgJ_Q3BMrh91n8Y8NxQTg-sONwANI-J1c41xNlzrehpivVR-7nEce-o7ipR5TZM67ivg8yIj4H7NqYEd2cRXWaD5Ay8bdAEc/s640/blogger-image--1807246669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5geXrrZxZRogTOdGBjnlbBXO9LW8Bn_zy6Kvl2zBKLkhEgJ_Q3BMrh91n8Y8NxQTg-sONwANI-J1c41xNlzrehpivVR-7nEce-o7ipR5TZM67ivg8yIj4H7NqYEd2cRXWaD5Ay8bdAEc/s640/blogger-image--1807246669.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-33068750497121609622013-12-04T19:42:00.001-08:002013-12-04T19:42:45.920-08:00Happy birthday paps<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nBMVHrl1eOx4lf0LAz3rYI7klQ1Hl0Sr0N4zcM8-kKrNfvitKRIxwRuDipdi4RuceTl4paC-28hxUcDzCWwkiLedotUt2UrRgANQAIYIP7D_M0mcD1Y2bPciS3cgRES5UruVMmzmoBoq/s640/blogger-image-1561677855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nBMVHrl1eOx4lf0LAz3rYI7klQ1Hl0Sr0N4zcM8-kKrNfvitKRIxwRuDipdi4RuceTl4paC-28hxUcDzCWwkiLedotUt2UrRgANQAIYIP7D_M0mcD1Y2bPciS3cgRES5UruVMmzmoBoq/s640/blogger-image-1561677855.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-41481353364932600002013-11-21T08:25:00.001-08:002013-11-21T08:25:36.272-08:00EavesdroppingWe went down the power mech hallway and listened to the janitors discuss liquor prices at the border, and got caught staring at a group of girls in the front of the school. We probably listened to each group for 30 seconds.<div><br></div><div>I learned that the janitors like to get alcohol from the states. This gives me a new perspective on employees in the school. Personality is revealed through conversation by how ppl talk and emphasize things.</div><div><br></div><div>When more then two people converse the conversation jumps around a lot changing mood, plot and personality, the most surprising thing I learned about the way people are is that janitors have lives outside of school, who knew?</div><div><br></div><div>The differences between written and spoken language is that written is harder to provide mood and visual perspectives, while speaking makes it easer to tell stories the way they are supposed to be told because you can lower your voice speak slower or fast or louder. </div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-8652549713257748172013-11-21T07:29:00.001-08:002013-11-21T07:59:59.116-08:00Pov 25, 3 character tweetsUnable to cope with this #missher @thefather<div><br></div><div>Don't worry kiddo you're not alone @flyinbrian</div><div><br></div><div>Trying my hardest but she was my first love #notfair @thefather</div><div><br></div><div>I understand that and I agree, it's not fair #mybabygirl @flyinbrian</div><div><br></div><div>Just wish I was there to save her @thefather @policedprtmnt</div><div><br></div><div>Me to big guy @flyinbrian @policedprtmnt</div><div><br></div><div>Don't you worry our police force is gonna do everything we can to find this murderer @flyinbrian @thefather</div><div><br></div><div>Thx @policedprtmnt</div><div><br></div><div>I just heard news that I am a suspect to my own daughters death #areyoukiddingme @policedprtmnt</div><div><br></div><div>As you must understand that at this point everyone is a suspect @thefather </div><div><br></div><div>No this is absolutely ridiculous I'm livid @policedprtmnt have you hear about this Brian @flyinbrian</div><div><br></div><div>No I haven't! There is no way I've known this man my whole life this is ridiculous @policedprtmnt</div><div><br></div><div>I understand that you are angry but you have to understand the precautions that we must take @flyinbrian</div><div><br></div><div>My girlfriend was murdered and your worried about taking down the father #greatjusticesystem @policedprtmnt @thefather</div><div><br></div><div>Dont worry Brian I understand what they have to do @flyinbrian @policedprtmnt</div><div><br></div><div>Don't worry I'm gonna find who really killed Amanda #detectivebrian @thefather</div><div><br></div><div>I appreciate that @flyinbrian</div><div><br></div><div>Sir I think it would be best that you just stay out of this one #letthepolicehandlethisone @flyinbrian</div><div><br></div><div>Stay out of this? Clearly you guys don't know how to deal with this so I think I might intervene @policedprtmnt</div><div><br></div><div>Brian they are right let the police handle this one @flyinbrian @policedprtmnt </div><div><br></div><div>No! I'm gonna do what I have to do to bring down the person who kille my love </div><div><br><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-68169535086080285762013-11-14T08:47:00.001-08:002013-11-14T08:47:54.807-08:00Hockey season update<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The boys suffered another loss now 1-6<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TAoiDwBNQWCWF_3wt8M-6alqUXPdfEgM65tTZ3aNbjA-sY9H0hPqGlidw1Y8egG9K5yNFUtQ8c31t5msn8okw17xUTybQe2IecYIfRxSDuziF7cvmxeeyPI8P0VXZ8humXaQcYjFpejd/s640/blogger-image-332081783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TAoiDwBNQWCWF_3wt8M-6alqUXPdfEgM65tTZ3aNbjA-sY9H0hPqGlidw1Y8egG9K5yNFUtQ8c31t5msn8okw17xUTybQe2IecYIfRxSDuziF7cvmxeeyPI8P0VXZ8humXaQcYjFpejd/s640/blogger-image-332081783.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-70903577340723304662013-11-14T08:44:00.001-08:002013-11-14T08:44:16.960-08:00Quickwrite - Monster at a bus stop<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The other day when I was headed to the bus stop for school, when I saw a scary creature sitting there. I aproached the creature And sat beside it as I sat there awkwardly eating an apple as all you could here was the crunch of the apple between my teeth. Then I started to smell something really funny, It was a very rotten smell that was stingin my nose, I looked over at the monster beside me only to realize he was a rotten banana eater. He continued to reach into his pockets pulling out really moist soggy foot smelling bananas. I just sat there until the bus finally came, as I was getting on I looked back at the monster and he was gone.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNsSw-8ZlNkzP88IF-8Fdkv4ap4yklJtLdqOoyKDD6t-cBiZN6j2LarNXqPN574Y7lH03U9sJU-QOC3Qkz1HPG9LaVgbsYZtSZZoh7yYuR1pNgwlWSGN8s7Ccb2Aa8jfVy-jJJkaZ9xE9D/s640/blogger-image--183106173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNsSw-8ZlNkzP88IF-8Fdkv4ap4yklJtLdqOoyKDD6t-cBiZN6j2LarNXqPN574Y7lH03U9sJU-QOC3Qkz1HPG9LaVgbsYZtSZZoh7yYuR1pNgwlWSGN8s7Ccb2Aa8jfVy-jJJkaZ9xE9D/s640/blogger-image--183106173.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-29596841929569365922013-11-13T20:00:00.000-08:002013-11-13T20:00:03.717-08:00Character POV Tweets1. I cant make the pain go away #wantittostop<br />
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2. That awkward moment when you wake up and you have no idea where you are #whereami<br />
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3. Confused about what the big fuss is about #whathappened<br />
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4. This hospital bed is killing me #gottagetoutofhere<br />
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5. Seeing alot of flashbacks #thegoodolddays<br />
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6. This whole seeing my past thing is getting creepy, its gotta stop #creepedout<br />
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7. Starting to question if I am alive or dead #whichoneisit<br />
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8. Those memorable moments playing basketball with your dad in the driveway when you were a kid #takemeback<br />
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9. Just found out I was shot point blank #dayruiner<br />
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10. I absolutley love my parents #alwaysthereformewhenIneedthem<br />
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11. Trying to remember what happened #cantdoitforthelifeofme<br />
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12. Its all starting to unravel #thetruthisfinallycomingout<br />
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13. Woke up this morning feeling better then I have in a while #why<br />
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14. That moment when you remember what happened during your accident. #bestfeeling<br />
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15. Since that day I woke up in the hospital bed my lafe has changed dramitically #stickinwithmeforeverAshton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-86508389362656671792013-11-13T08:45:00.001-08:002013-11-13T08:45:19.971-08:00Quickwrite Pics<img alt="#784
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We followed this path all the wway to then end and when we reached it, thats when we saw them, they arecurrently holding us captive in their cave. I am telling you this story from my handheld device which they have not discovered yet.Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-25223002263529122162013-11-13T08:27:00.003-08:002013-11-13T08:27:49.332-08:00Quckwrite - MinionsIf I had a set of minions for a week I would make them cook me keg quality meals all day every day. They would form a minion mobile that i would drive to school and would pick up all my friends for me. Every day before hockey they would blow dry all my hockey equipment so it was fresh and dry. I would make them go to all my work shifts I had during that week and would not pay them a dime. At the end of the week I would attempt to sell them for 100 bucks a minion. after they were all sold I would be left with 1000000 dollars to my name and would be set for the rest of my life.Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-1390092139827389632013-11-11T20:23:00.001-08:002013-11-11T20:23:31.345-08:00Six word memoir #8<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">These are 2 of my best friends And there's nobody I would rather play hockey with. The text connects so well because it ties everything together and helping imply that we are more then just linemates. The effect I used was to focus in on us standing there so it singles us out from the rest of the guys on the bench.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSCK4U89USU7elnY0fjXAu6wF-1a6XsaObS12hStwE4qscfxFT6nnh2zWPsLy0mSY38rDAarHZ1M9lrG1DJ7Jf6MPbu7lzk7gTiaAQFc9fBfml93jGQtQ5EGvKVPffGDtbE-BsG5nRkdD/s640/blogger-image--263400471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSCK4U89USU7elnY0fjXAu6wF-1a6XsaObS12hStwE4qscfxFT6nnh2zWPsLy0mSY38rDAarHZ1M9lrG1DJ7Jf6MPbu7lzk7gTiaAQFc9fBfml93jGQtQ5EGvKVPffGDtbE-BsG5nRkdD/s640/blogger-image--263400471.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-44951946737068842312013-11-11T20:17:00.001-08:002013-11-11T20:17:18.999-08:00Six word memoir #7<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is my highschool student id, I think that the text connects with the image really good because highschool is the est time of your life and you have to make the most of it. I chose the colour and te font because I think it brings the words to life and just makes the text feel how it should feel, warm and loving <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubcwvhty05Si2Mv1aPpJj-V62Oe00SckthiEJpzdvmXagyxses9MqR3M1KkOk_Vmu87RFvVQiZVLlq64AAAgKzZ5O_VwbFD0m0HXCagRJI-N46LuBQiNskTEQBbGPc0a9kfk_92zhhxfm/s640/blogger-image-550829655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubcwvhty05Si2Mv1aPpJj-V62Oe00SckthiEJpzdvmXagyxses9MqR3M1KkOk_Vmu87RFvVQiZVLlq64AAAgKzZ5O_VwbFD0m0HXCagRJI-N46LuBQiNskTEQBbGPc0a9kfk_92zhhxfm/s640/blogger-image-550829655.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-40307854955925182912013-11-10T16:49:00.001-08:002013-11-10T16:49:53.929-08:00Six word memoir #6<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is a picture of my dog duke on the first night we had him. We got him on New Year's Eve 2 years ago. I think that the text connects great with the picture because he may be the cutest dog I've ever seen, and how could you ever be mad or mean to that little face. I chose the font and colour because I thought that it gave a warm happy Ora to the picture. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCL007H_E4Pc0GMVEiQ3b01Sm-f4j-GXjE_fFBJa-B9DUINg4jCcKyoe3W8bgQbiUX9LN1utKeMzDB473zZaxIfThJgxZ7UV-Q3CM8eiGdSJ27CrelNZbv26AlNOZeHj3bs5f7oKaQF_Ui/s640/blogger-image--405564140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCL007H_E4Pc0GMVEiQ3b01Sm-f4j-GXjE_fFBJa-B9DUINg4jCcKyoe3W8bgQbiUX9LN1utKeMzDB473zZaxIfThJgxZ7UV-Q3CM8eiGdSJ27CrelNZbv26AlNOZeHj3bs5f7oKaQF_Ui/s640/blogger-image--405564140.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-626784257462459862013-11-10T16:39:00.001-08:002013-11-10T16:39:10.185-08:00Six word memoir #5<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is a picture of my truck after I got some new rims put on her. That truck has been a huge part of my life, you could say I love her. I tried to edit this picture so everything surrounding the truck was blurred out so you got a nice close up of the truck. I think the text connects great with the picture because that truck is my pride and joy and everyone loves that thing, it's not just a huge part of my life, it's a huge part of all my friends to. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6it77q00FYKG9P9GVEww3yL-xKBf1oa9gc0WIzgkEsth3yLEl97K9B2r11hjBUO4RCwXVLKcIGyJ3WydXWxNIy65gBFdj1PHygvImg3Vwn2ME7-JPl1lKiL14aLw0g1QSiRz_ztOIG0QH/s640/blogger-image--1959904337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6it77q00FYKG9P9GVEww3yL-xKBf1oa9gc0WIzgkEsth3yLEl97K9B2r11hjBUO4RCwXVLKcIGyJ3WydXWxNIy65gBFdj1PHygvImg3Vwn2ME7-JPl1lKiL14aLw0g1QSiRz_ztOIG0QH/s640/blogger-image--1959904337.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-76638771162017488622013-11-10T16:30:00.001-08:002013-11-10T16:30:45.739-08:00Six word memoir #4<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is a picture of my best friends on Halloween wearing girl tights and masks. That's a true friendship. I think I connected the words really well with the picture because it really describes the friendship. I chose the font and the colours based on trying to make everything tie in with the green costumes and because the font was literally called "ninja". I also think the text helps give a certain idea on what kind of people we are. What kind of people do you think we are?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFbaTr_PN6QjrXHwF-_3VRGE5CUlTXDXvRKGQ7-XcyjSMjcLN-JTvUwvfJeF7WQYW5PNG9pFyot7nHv8Xrs8uWe6bvT3Gt6HjAj1apTQjJCizGFWZ5E6fjohQ5k7I_dZe8b2ZGIXTQQh-g/s640/blogger-image-527404977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFbaTr_PN6QjrXHwF-_3VRGE5CUlTXDXvRKGQ7-XcyjSMjcLN-JTvUwvfJeF7WQYW5PNG9pFyot7nHv8Xrs8uWe6bvT3Gt6HjAj1apTQjJCizGFWZ5E6fjohQ5k7I_dZe8b2ZGIXTQQh-g/s640/blogger-image-527404977.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-25290381082432193252013-11-10T16:18:00.001-08:002013-11-10T16:18:04.211-08:00Six word memoir #3<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is a picture of me doing the usual as a baby, nothing. I love the font I chose because it gives that childish affect because it's so original. I think that the text connects great with this picture because it's a great summarization of life as a kid. You literally don't care about anything and those were the good old days. The only reason I chose the white colour for the font is because every other colour was hard to see, it doesn't have any meaning or significance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoUTb3P5XnVPPzh_1zBJmpUXbjYP7cFaQ-z6ucan-6ClZUtPSJdNMMSlGk7KsxIV8EjWe6tqSr-ur_pN4c_cx-kT1Cp1kMe0qsdUWWu9vgLfFNM8Kn-Xih2h0iUqygUWH5szS9EcPX_ZY/s640/blogger-image--1426931698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoUTb3P5XnVPPzh_1zBJmpUXbjYP7cFaQ-z6ucan-6ClZUtPSJdNMMSlGk7KsxIV8EjWe6tqSr-ur_pN4c_cx-kT1Cp1kMe0qsdUWWu9vgLfFNM8Kn-Xih2h0iUqygUWH5szS9EcPX_ZY/s640/blogger-image--1426931698.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-19734955879740357062013-11-10T16:03:00.001-08:002013-11-10T16:03:17.251-08:00Six word memoir #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is a cute picture of me dresse up as a clown on my first Halloween ever. The text I chose to use is supposed to sarcastically imply that it's a funny costume and I shouldn't be wearing that. The image and the words fit perfectly together because it's a goofy picture and a goofy choice of words. The editing technique I chose to use was contrasting because I wanted to make the costume pop out at you(even though it's pretty hard to miss).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGh14Z4TLOAWCus2pnIeYz2fNFLVsbUvGB8bV1FSHqtMkj1wE2RqUPHDG1F9ffaq5xd05Ag-4rr0o4eRlOFFz-EK6hMzqKRwpjbx6KHqhQ85hsdirIP9TRtQfy3myMeeueRgAlAs2CFbO/s640/blogger-image--1694756786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGh14Z4TLOAWCus2pnIeYz2fNFLVsbUvGB8bV1FSHqtMkj1wE2RqUPHDG1F9ffaq5xd05Ag-4rr0o4eRlOFFz-EK6hMzqKRwpjbx6KHqhQ85hsdirIP9TRtQfy3myMeeueRgAlAs2CFbO/s640/blogger-image--1694756786.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-27469941444531689342013-11-10T15:50:00.001-08:002013-11-10T15:50:50.072-08:00Six word memoir #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I thought that the picture matched perfectly with the text, it clearly gives off the impression that I love hockey. I chose to make the picture black and grey because I wanted to emphasize the text. I tried to make the font similar to the for on our jerseys to kinda help bring everything together in the picture and I chose blue for the text because it is a significant colour in our school logo.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxx-iQRUMW45utrkxmLZcyCscvaxx0ApYguIm_lbo4AIN5OBlrQtJAXE-ww8-7fLaMW4q2vOrln6gFFKGB7e225bjTT5j5aEbTUeL_NaG1_NvceTX8q7pNf7YJj4OxNANoYM02Fzhl0hPm/s640/blogger-image-1966435114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxx-iQRUMW45utrkxmLZcyCscvaxx0ApYguIm_lbo4AIN5OBlrQtJAXE-ww8-7fLaMW4q2vOrln6gFFKGB7e225bjTT5j5aEbTUeL_NaG1_NvceTX8q7pNf7YJj4OxNANoYM02Fzhl0hPm/s640/blogger-image-1966435114.jpg"></a>Photo taken by JJ Ali Photography</div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-86002687843359809282013-11-06T17:22:00.001-08:002013-11-06T17:22:34.735-08:00Reading Tweets #21. <strong>Curious to see if they are going to make a movie about this book </strong><em><u>#Theprfctshot</u> <u>#BookorMovie</u></em><br />
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4. <strong>The Prfct Shot pg.70 by Elaine Marie Alphin, "Its got to be hard for you, too. But this is especially hard on my son." </strong><em><u>#favquote</u> <u>#fathersonmoments</u></em><br />
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5. <strong>The author of tihs book has a very open, out there type of mind </strong><em><u>#wasntexpectingthat</u> <u>#bazinga</u></em>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-35774638121323037202013-11-06T17:11:00.005-08:002013-11-06T17:11:52.775-08:00Reading Tweets #1<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Retweeted by Dirty Dan</span><br />
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Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-12149485738304375452013-11-06T16:54:00.001-08:002013-11-06T16:54:12.509-08:00Character iPhone<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNeySgOdBftJlas-z1awGtVi-EpsMKLcT8KD3P0tyYjbno3JCVIZ2Z9PGNgjUq9bFgQdS6cxucEuL8jp-R9Ljw__EH_6Mm3oUDyGHJw8xbR08MEPYgO_abZQYli8v3IZCuvBYSfzpP3SG-/s640/blogger-image--1073956754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNeySgOdBftJlas-z1awGtVi-EpsMKLcT8KD3P0tyYjbno3JCVIZ2Z9PGNgjUq9bFgQdS6cxucEuL8jp-R9Ljw__EH_6Mm3oUDyGHJw8xbR08MEPYgO_abZQYli8v3IZCuvBYSfzpP3SG-/s640/blogger-image--1073956754.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476006769730543897.post-9570433852691532782013-11-06T08:06:00.001-08:002013-11-06T08:06:17.391-08:00Digital footprint<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTn1OQPqRB8n2st-RpwC4yMlti6mjlPL1gJrXWQQMPGXcywCTGqjdqs-b_Zd87ZhfFDyqAk7l3XjtnUcXcK-RFDUqzCzOwlJOHXbfdolYmAOi3XDR3XqUgrvA3cJsNp_C88M52WYdnQfka/s640/blogger-image--214149705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTn1OQPqRB8n2st-RpwC4yMlti6mjlPL1gJrXWQQMPGXcywCTGqjdqs-b_Zd87ZhfFDyqAk7l3XjtnUcXcK-RFDUqzCzOwlJOHXbfdolYmAOi3XDR3XqUgrvA3cJsNp_C88M52WYdnQfka/s640/blogger-image--214149705.jpg"></a></div>Ashton fogartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199730316087454230noreply@blogger.com0