Anger Management Problems

Hello, and welcome back to my life. Last time, I was at the Chat Gris, stalked, failed to achieve my main goal, and hurt a Jew. Which now leaves me with where I am, today. Right now I'm about to leave to my councilor for Anger Management Classes. Yes, Anger Management. Well ever sense the "incident" with the Jew, everyone's been looking at me the same way we look at Kanye West after the Taylor Swift V.M.A award "incident". I for one, actually thought that that was very funny what Kanye did. It was a classic and made all of my friends and I laugh! It is now our what you call "inside" joke.
So I decided to change a little and make my self better. So I won't take all of my anger out on a Jew. While I'm walking around town, there are all of these people who just stop what there doing and stare at me. I do say, it is quite disturbing. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, the name of my councilor is quiet weird. His name is James Angerlen, well I'm not sure if he just changed his name so it could support his job as a councilor or if that is his real last name. Yesterday, he gave me this toy or should i say squishy thing. What it is suppose to do is that when ever I'm mad, and feel like hitting, killing, punching someone, or just plain annoyed, I squeeze that thing. But I'm not sure if he even notices that I do it all the time during "class". Boy, would I love to kill that guy! Apparently I'm not able to, because before I started the classes, I signed this contract sating that I cannot hurt, kill, or even think about doing any of those things to him. To bad for him, he doesn't even know I'm braking one of those rules. Today I'm suppose to control my anger issues by hitting this pillow in class. Maybe I'll be able to get him to put that pillow of his in front of his face for me, so I can hit it, even though I'll be hitting his face. That is not such a bad idea, I'll be sure to tell all of you how it works out. Please check out their "commercial" that they posted. That was the one thing that got me interested into this anger management class.

The Final Day

As I was walking to my jail cell I could see the guillotine and thought to myself that this was my last day. I was sitting in my jail cell and I was thinking about how I didn't get to do all of the things I wanted to. I could see all of the other English men that were going to be killed in the guillotine and they looked sad. I went to bed thinking of my life and how I didn't get a wife. I was thinking about how much more I could of done about my life.

I woke up to a loud scream and I immediately knew what it was. It was a family member that screamed when the man just got killed in the guillotine and just when I thought it I herd another family scream. Then a guard told me that I was next and I thought that I was still dreaming but, I wasn't. The guard unlocked my jail cell and toke me to a room filled with other English men that were going to be killed. One by one they were taken away to get killed and I could hear their screams. It was my turn to die I was walking closer and closer to my death. My heart was beating rapidly.

My last thought were that I freed the man that saved a lot of life. I wouldn’t be in the situation that I am in now. The last time I saw him was when I let him free and I am the one that gets killed.

Jails vs. the Guillotine

Who invented the jail?! It is so stupid, and not even AT ALL bloody. That is pathetic! In my opinion, the guillotine is much better than a jail. For one thing, the guillotine is more evil, and more my type. For another thing, it is much more effective than a jail. In a jail, you just sit there all day! It is probably even relaxing. You get three meals a day, and a roof over your head! Punishment is NOT supposed to be relaxing! Hobos probably commit a crime just so they can go to jail! If I lived in America, I would want to go to jail, and take a break off my hard job. (Catching Sir Percy is harder than you think!) Yet in a guillotine, the people die immediately! No more worrying about them escaping. You are just done with them. Also, it is not free to be giving people three square meals every day! Our country is already neck-high with debt, and we don't need more!!! When I become king, I will make sure everyone will be sent straight to the guillotine. Trust me, it will save you a lot of money!

English Society

Opinions about the English Society

My opinion about the English society is that I dislike it because of the rules and all of the changes of France. I think that the opera just was okay, and it was very boring. My opinion about the English social life is that a lot of the people are getting along, and the people that aren’t getting along are not cool. I also think that if you don’t get along with other people, you will be lonely when you get old and when your wife dies.... if you have one! My opinion of the Enlgish is very good because I think that they want a little space and some room. When I say that I mean that they want to be able to do stuff and not have people watching their every move. It was nice to be a part of the food, ball, and opera, but I think that the English people who wasted their money just for the nobles instead of helping their country by giving the food to the poor people are selfish. I think that the ball could have been better, but I still was bord, but I lived. The food and drinks were okay, and I hated all of the decorations because I am a common man, not a noble. The English social life is okay, and I think that everyone is getting along just fine.

Why So Pushy

In some ways I think I was a little too pushy with Marguritte when I was forcing her to turn the scarlet pimpernel in. If she doesnt I said or her brother will be sent to the head chopper don't you think I know it’s not like me to think of me being all nice and being sorry for being too pushy, but maybe I have changed “not”. Anyway it was kind of weird because like rite after I threatened her she just came up with the phrase “its easy for the farmer to rip off the head of the chicken but its not easy to rip off the head of the man” or something like that  it was kind of confusing. I couldn’t really understand what it meant so I had to think about it for a second.

I should've Known!

Chauvelin Lit. on Prezi

I knew it! What is it, you say? Well let me tell you then. That one day when I stopped by that trashy placed named The Chat Gris just to eat a bowl of soup, something very weird and unexpected happened. While eating, something in the back of my mind told me that today, my life would change! All of a sudden, Sir Percy comes in slamming the door. I mean really?! Was this supposed to be some kind of joke? Was this going to be my good thing that was going to change my life, or was God playing a joke on me? That stupid Sir Percy! How I wish I had words to describe how dimwitted he is! But now thinking again there are no words that could describe this man and his “brain”. He couldn’t even pronounce and remember my name. So half of the time he was calling me Chaubelin. I was stunned! I just couldn’t believe that someone as dimwitted as him could be the Prince of Wales, what you call “B.F.F”! Even though I told my men to let no tall Englishman leave or go out of site, I ended letting this dumb Englishman go! I couldn’t believe it! His stupidity made me let him just walk out. But then I finally realized that I let an Englishman go. I had sent out for a Jew by the name of Reuben. Instead, I got a different man who claimed that his cart was faster. So I made a deal with him: If he could get me to Pere Blanchard’s Hut while that Englishman is there, I’ll be happy to give him 10 gold coins. But if I don’t see him he gets whipped by two of my soldiers.
On our way to the hut, I had a feeling as though someone was stalking me! Once we got there, I was shocked! I had been right all this time. But t’was a women! After catching her, I looked closely at her facial features. There I unveiled the face of Marguerite Blakeny! Out of all the women in the world, it was her! Capturing her, we continued to check the outside of the hut. All of a sudden, Marguerite started shouting to her brother Armand to shoot because her husband was out there. But nothing happened. Checking inside the hut, we found that no one was there! But now I know now that Sir Percy is the Scarlet Pimpernel, I shall get him. That wretched Jew lied and the deal was “still on”. He got whipped instead of getting 10 golden coins. Because how weak both of them looked, I just decided to leave them there and return in the morning for them. If they end up escaping, I thought they wouldn’t get far anyway. One morning, I returned to the hut to get them. They weren’t there! Searching all through the area and near, I still couldn’t find them! That was when I realized that Jew was the Scarlet Pimpernel!