Comforts

There are many comforting things to me. I think the most comforting things are music, driving, work, working out, and being with friends. Of all the things that comfort me, being with friends works the best. I like being with friends because it gets my mind off things and helps me concentrate on what is really important, being happy. The second most comforting thing to me is a combination, driving is nice, music is nice, but when they're combined, it's the best thing in the world. Driving comforts me by seeing all the different scenes and taking in all the environment.  The music part helps comfort me because I can act silly and laugh at myself. Although work seems to cause many people stress and dismay, I enjoy being at work and helping others. At my job I can help solve people's problems and I can even send some people on their way with a smile. All in all, work is something I strangely enjoy, although many seem not to. Overall, the world offers many comforts and sometimes they don't appeal to you in a certain situation but that shouldn't stop you from being comforted by them later.

My Name Is...Levi, Like the jeans

My name is Levi. Although there is not much reasoning behind my name, considering it was born from random thought; it still has a great meaning behind it. The meaning of my name is "join." My name is of Hebrew origin, and is also shown in the bible as the lengthened version Leviticus. I am happy i am a Levi, not a John or Tom, or even a Billy or Bob, because it makes me different and I don't get confused with others. I get to tell people, "No, my name isn't on the key chains or bracelets, but my name is on the back of some blue jeans and yours isn't." Levi, my name, is pronounced as "leave-eye" smashed together with a certain swiftness. Although I have a few names associated with mine as people typically misspeak and misspell, such as "levy, lev-i, and Eli", people have been getting better with my name as the popularity grows to the public. One thing I must add is how I introduce myself to avoid these mistakes, "hello, I'm Levi...like the jeans." Now that may sound goofy, but believe it or not, it really improves the memory of my name in some peoples' minds. All in all, my name is what defies me from the Johns and Daves and makes me who I am, a unique person with a unique name.

2000 Years Ago Animals

If I lived two thousand years ago and had the choice of one dozen chickens, a horse, or a cow, I would choose the dozen chickens. The chickens have a few benefits the other animals do not. A dozen chickens have the ability to reproduce; whereas the single cow or horse cannot. Another benefit to having one dozen chickens is the capability to sell the eggs or even eat them. If the  chickens stop producing eggs you could eat the meat of the chicken. Another advantage of having chickens instead of a cow or horse is the size the animal needs and how much the animal eats each day. For example, horses should have room to move freely in and roam around. A cow needs space for eating such as a pasture. A dozen chickens only need a place to live such as a small shack, although it may cause a lot of clamor. The most obvious advantage of having chickens is the amount of food needed to  keep them fed. Overall, 2000 years ago, the chickens would be the better choice of all three.

KFC-Grossest Food

The grossest fast food I have ever eaten was just unbearable. The fast food that made a wrath of my stomach was from a KFC. The Brunswick KFC is just an atrocity. I believe if you set out a piece of Popeye’s chicken for three weeks exposed to the elements and the rest of nature, the KFC would still be less appetizing. The breading on my, supposed to be delicious, KFC was soggy and falling off. I have never been to a chain restaurant that has made me more disappointed. I think my grandmother blindfolded in a room full of rotting ingredients could probably make something that would taste, or at least look better. Not only is the breading on the KFC bad in Brunswick, but the chicken also tastes bad. Don’t get me wrong, the breading was awful, but the chicken tasted like it had been rolled down a muddy hill during the hottest day of summer. All in all, don’t go to the Brunswick KFC because you’ll be massively disappointed.