An object you say, well well well

Ok, so I'm suppost to write about an object. So I'm gonna write about my iPad. You might be thinking "gosh, just some white boy talking about his expensive device", well you're only half true. I don't have a computer at home, so I do everything on this, including writing this post. I use Facebook, browse reddit and talk to friends all from this device. For me, it's my connection to the world, without it I'd be confined to my house and would lose out on the outside world.
Ok that's a little dramatic, but think about it. Without phones of the Internet, we would be forever in a 80ish state. Where your friend maybe would call the house phone or would just have to walk over to get your attention. I'm going a little off topic but once again, this little foot by 8 inches device keeps me sane.
This thing gives me music, movies, games, and friends. I'm a lonely child, ok come on, dry your tears and keep reading. I make a lot of friends on the Internet, you know, like what our parents told you not to do. I've always felt as if I'm missing out on knowing or even understanding diffrent cultures or ideologys. So I message and chat with people from Singapore, or Canada, or Morocco, or Pennsylvania.
I do some school work on this thing. Last year Madame Gentile let me do class work on it, and write notes and stuff. I have handwriting so bad it resembles arabic better than English, and vise-versa with writing arabic. I fear for the day I need to write an SAT essay and paint my scribbled mess across the page. But for now I type, and I'm pretty decent at it, which is fueled by my iPad.

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This week on the new hit abc drama. Also known as what my World lit teacher tells me what to do. Here is "metonomy"


When Pink walks down the hallway she knows she's the best.
 Pink scoffs at weaker people, like Walmart or thrift.
 Pink has high social status.
 Most of the time pink doesn't even wear the color pink but there she is.
Pink is the name of her best friend, same with her other best friend.
 She makes fun of old navy and khole.
She dates the quarterback of the football team, known as polo.
Pink doesn't do we'll in school,
Pink is mean
Pink thinks breast cancer is the largest human tragedy.
When thrift died from lung cancer she still had the other pinks raise menu for breast cancer. To her thrift's problems mean nothing.
Everything Pink owns is pink, from her socks to her backpack, why? Because its Pink. Pink pencil cases, Pink gym bags, Pink hairbands.
Pink doesn't work, she gets maintained.
Pink's father's name is J, or Mr. Crew. He works hard to keep Pink, he suffers for her, and for his wife Pink.
Pink's brother is named Fitch, he doesn't work either, why would he?
Pink drives an expensive car, one mr. Crew got her.

With such a life you wonder if she'll go to college, of course she will, J got her a ticket. She'll join a sorority and meet other pinks, and she'll end up getting a nursing job. Is this the end of pink? Gosh no, she'll get pink scrubs. And she'll marry a Polo or a Crew.

 Don't worry about Pink. Because she won't worry about you.

The history my name according to me

My father named me, he has named over a dozen people possibly, when he was 3 he got to name his younger brother, and then in the following years named his 2 sisters, he named several of my cousins although their parents won't admit it. So i consider my dad to be a professional namer, and with the blessing of each of the names he had picked out there is a story.

"Christian"

Like most of my name Christian has danish roots, well not completely. All kings of Denmark since the beginning of time have had the first name of Fredrick or Christian, so its a super common name in Denmark  and a favorite of my Dad's.

My Mom wanted me to be named Agustious, I swear my dad should be a national hero just for preventing that.

I'm not religious but my family is very christian, I went to catholic school when I was young, and of course the word "Christian" flies out of their mouth as much as the word Jesus so i always had to be alert and always had to be sure i wasn't being scolded.

"Edward"

My grandfather on my mom's side, he was an architect and as a partner at his firm. His last name was Connell, and the firm's name was Swanky-Hayden-Connell, you could find several plaques with his name on it across New York, his most famous work was the restoration of the statue of Liberty, which the original blueprints hangs in my room. So overall he was a pretty good guy to name a grandson after.

"William"

William Dewart is my great grandfather on my father's mother's side. He was the original editor of the New York Sun, and was one of the original group of millionaires in New York alongside Rockefeller and Carnegie  the Dewart family owned the 8th largest fortune in american history, a fortune that ran out in two generations, leaving my dad to be a working man, which I'm sure he'd rather be. There still is a stock certificate in his living room good for 10 thousand shares, worth at that time and adjusted to inflation to over 125 million dollars

"Krogh"

It's a name, I've never met anyone with the same last name. So i call it pretty unique. 

As the lore surrounding my family goes is that back hen vikings ruled the earth and pillaging was a right protected by spears there was a family called Krogstatter, and they chilled in the great white north of Norway, and somehow they ended up settling on a small island off the coast of Denmark called Lolland, I've spent some time on this island and there isn't anything special about it, it's cold and beachy.

Anyway like everyone in America my great grandparents immigrated through Ellis island, i think, and started a family under the name "Krog" because Kroghstatter is apparently a ridiculous name to keep when starting a new life. My grandparents were pretty ok since great grandfather Krog married a Miss Emily Dewart who's parents started the New York Sun, which was a pretty important newspaper that rivaled the New York Times at it's height. 

The story goes on and goes through several mansions and resumes with my Dad, My Dad is an Interesting fellow. Since i didn't clarify before the Pronunciation of Krogh currently is Ka-Row-Gah, before my dad stepped in to end the horrible injustice of the Pronunciation of Krog being Ka-Ra-Gah. My dad stepped in shortly after the birth of my sister and changed the spelling of the last name from Krog to Krogh, so on many official documents my name is Christian Krog

So That's my name "Christian Edward William Krogh" I like my name, i couldn't think of myself as any other name, it's truly who I am.