While wondering what in the world the rest of my former classmates and students were doing this summer I decided to check out this wonderful blog site that Mrs. Dunigan forced us to create [complete joke there]. I realized after reading a few of my blogs that I do enjoy to vent, write, and blab about what I am doing right now or what just happened. The good thing is I am no longer graded on my writing ability and whether or not I have three blogs posted by Friday for Mrs. Dunigan to grade. Although I do miss that and the procrastination that would come from it, I feel a sense of freedom on what I write; no offense Mrs. Dunigan. With out a doubt this site is great for myself and others to express themselves and keep in contact.
Graduation day was quite hot and long. I don't think I've ever taken that many picutes, repeated my future plans that many times, sweat that much, or eat that much food in a long time. Needless to say it was totally worth it because I spent quality time with my family and friends I care for most. Waking up early Sunday after a hectic Saturday was rough, especially when you are leaving for the beach for a week and can't remember what you've packed. Let's just say I forgot a few items in my suitcase. Other than that the beach trip was a success, four girls driving to the beach with music blaring and running on a few hours of sleep didn't get lost even once!! Suprising I know, but we are graduates! The beach trip was beauitful and amazing even though within three days of being there bad news came our way. Our good friend, as well as many others down at the beach, was killed in a deadly accident at Westport Marina. Nate Coppick with forever be in our hearts and forever leave his smile and laughter behind.
After a few days of comfort from friends down at the beach and words of sympathy from family we made it through the week having to sadly leave the beach and all its great memories. I will never forget those times at the beach and the moments us girls had. Now it is time for us to grow and move forward into the professional world. College orientation at UNCC was great, met some awesome people and now involved in Club Volleyball. I can't wait to attend my first day of class and be murdered with books and homework....it's going to be great. Other than that things are great, oh wait I have to go back to work today, so not so great. Closing on that.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Journal Entry #2
Food. I like food. I hate seafood though, oh and hotdogs. Seafood is slimy and fishy and gross. The texture in my mouth makes me want to vomit. Hotdogs, well let's just say I was tortured with horrible story of what's in a hotdog and since the third grade I haven't even dared to eat one. Yes, it's almost like a phobia. For my favorite food ever, well that's kind of hard. There are some many kinds of foods that I enjoy, especially depending on my mood. For instance, when I'm starving I eat all kinds of junk. When I am ready for a sit down mood I like to enjoy a juicy tender steak, but that's not too often. When the family and I go out to eat on Friday's I usually eat chicken tenders, fries, and a class of h2o OR I eat mild chicken wings with lots of bleu cheese. (yum) Typing this has gotten my taste buds a-going. Anywho, I enjoy taste testing foods I know. I'm not really into the foreign foods, they make me nauses to think of what each ingredient is. I do love eating pizza and wings when I go to New York because well thats what they are somewhat famous for. I'm ready to go to New York and eat this food.
Unlike Jade, I love carrots. They are great to dip in ranch and italian dressing. Yum! They also take away the spicey in spicey wings. Celery is great as well to accompany the carrots and wings. I want to eat carrots now!
I'm ready to leave. Mrs. Dunigan is sick and she doesn't know why. She is quite aggravated with this. "It is June and I'm sick."
We all want out of this building. It's too white and blue and puts a depressing frown upon our faces.
This journal entry is random but so is today.
Unlike Jade, I love carrots. They are great to dip in ranch and italian dressing. Yum! They also take away the spicey in spicey wings. Celery is great as well to accompany the carrots and wings. I want to eat carrots now!
I'm ready to leave. Mrs. Dunigan is sick and she doesn't know why. She is quite aggravated with this. "It is June and I'm sick."
We all want out of this building. It's too white and blue and puts a depressing frown upon our faces.
This journal entry is random but so is today.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Journal Entry #1
I never really knew the difference between young and old until the day my grandpa had a severe heart attack.
It was one of those real normal days after church when the whole family got together and ate Thanksgiving all over again. Uncle Ted and his to-be wife Rosey, which I called Aunt Rose, sat on the white wooden swing. Little children ran hurriedly in and out of Grandma Elena's house dragging in leaves and grass from the front yard. Grandma Elena never fussed at any of us because she knew we were just having some fun and she'd never thought twice about interrupting our time of play.
Mama and Papa always helped Grandma Elena make the fruit bowls and vegetable trays. Each piece of fruit and vegetable were freshly picked from the garden every Saturday afternoon before Grandma Elena and Grandpa Joe played a game of scat.
Sunday's were Grandpa Joe's time of rest, no cooking, cleaning, watching TV, or playing with the children. Just sitting in his brown and beige lazy boy reading the Sunday news and making small laughter at the comic section. Since I was a bit older than the rest of the children, almost fifteen, a young adult to Mama and Papa, I sat in with grandpa; I'd watch his actions and try to be just like him. His facial expressions never went from one extreme to the other, always quite content leaving a small smirk in the corner of his mouth. He had tiny round dimples that were placed so neatly right next to his lips. His hair was a fray past snow white and his fairly tan face glowed across the room. Despite all the wrinkles drawn on his face, grandpa sure had a young edge to him. There was nothing ever too old fashioned about him, he always wanted to update things in the house, his wardrobe, and even his car. Now Grandma Elena and Grandpa Joe were no where near as rich as they wanted to be, but who ever truly is? Grandpa's job took place in the downtown area where all the rich businessmen worked. He made a fair share of money to have enough left over to buy a new car at the end of the year.
"You know what I never understood. Why all these old people want to live in the past and not seek what they can have in the future!"
I just giggled at grandpa's remark. He was always saying strange comments after reading an article in the paper.
"I just don't see why you would want to go back in the old days when things were bad. This is the beginning of a new year. What's that old saying people say?"
"Seize the day?" I shouted.
"Yes, seize the day and all its future."
"Gather around everybody, supper is set."
The whole family quickly stopped what they were doing and made their way toward the large family dining table. All the little kids lined up in the bathroom to wash their hands, because they knew grandma would yell at them if their hands were dirty at the table.
Everyone sat down one by one, the kids sliding in side by side on the picinic bench style chairs. I sat right slab dab next to grandpa like I always did. I was kind of like his side-kick, Mama never understood by I was always so close to him. She never really got along with him. She said growing up was a rough time for her because grandpa was a lot stricter back then.
Like usual Grandma Elena said the prayer before we all passed around the bowls full of home cooked foods. As each bowl passed my mouth drooled at the site of all the great foods and amazing smells. Grandpa would always cut a piece of meat up for me because I was never good at getting the right portion. Stuffing our faces the table was quite for a whole hour. Nothing was even said between the transition of dinner to dessert. Pecan pie and chocolate pudding were on the specialty that afternoon and boy was it good.
After eating and clearing up the table we all headed into the den where a few more hours of silence and t.v. watching were observed. Grandpa began to talk about running four miles down the road just get home in time for dinner or he knew his daddy was going to get him. He said how young and vibrant he use to be.
"Grandpa, did you really run that far?"
"Oh I sure did. I ran so fast that I think I lost ten pounds in that one session." We all laughed at the joke he made. Grandma Elena even chuckled loudly because she couldn't quite picture grandpa actually running down the side of the road. Once again things got quiet and it felt as if nothing was ever said all day. I hated hearing the silence and I loved to hear stories from grandpa so I had to break the frozen air.
"Grandpa, tell about the time you met grandma in San Andre Hill?"
Nothing was said, no movement or sounds. I thought maybe he fell asleep or he just didn't hear me.
"Grandpa, did you hear me? Tell me another story!" I shouted even louder.
Once again, nothing said and no one moved. Mama however did shuffle toward him to try and wake him up.
"Dad?"
"Grandpa, wake up!"
Nothing moved. A breeze of cold air hit me just then. I wasn't sure what happened and I don't remember seeing much because my eyes began to swell with water. Something was wrong, something didn't feel right.
The next thing I know Mama and Papa are running through the house like a pack of wild animals. Grandma Elena just sat in her chair holding her Bible in her hands and rocking back and forth. The rest of the children were herded into the other room by Aunt Rose while Uncle Ted directed the EMS men into the den. I wasn't sure what to do or say so I just hid behind the couch listening to the EMS men talk to Uncle Ted. I felt like an investigation at a crime scene was going on. There were a few nods of a mans head and then a mournful handshake between he and Uncle Ted.
Once the room cleared of all the EMS men, Uncle Ted sat down next to grandma and held her close, whispering some sweet sweet prayer. I closed my eyes and tried to hear that same prayer telling God to take care of my grandpa.
It wasn't til that that night that the EMS men actually got a hold of us. The phone rang sparactically off the hook around nine o'clock. Mama jumped up to answer it but Papa was too quick for her.
"Hello? Yes. Yes. Okay. Oh, okay. Thank you sir. Uh huh, you too."
Papa slowly turned around with a glaze of tears across his eyes. He walked slowly toward us all and put his hand on Mama's shoulder.
"The doctor said that Grandpa Joe had a mild heart attack. Things were okay until he had another one. Doc said it wasn't so mild though. They told us to call tomorrow to make arrangements for the funeral and wished us the best of luck."
The room molded into a silent film, no one said a word or cried a single tear. Just dead silence.
I began to think why on earth this would happen, how could of all a sudden a healthy man go bad?
"The nurse said on his last heart attack he was talking about running. Running far and hard. She wasn't sure why he would say something like that. She said he yelled 'I made it' and that was it."
My heart stopped. I couldn't believe it, he was trying to relive being young and vibrant. The thought of running got his heart rushing, too fast. I never thought he'd ever truly run that four mile hike again, but I guess he did.
[ps] not a true story
It was one of those real normal days after church when the whole family got together and ate Thanksgiving all over again. Uncle Ted and his to-be wife Rosey, which I called Aunt Rose, sat on the white wooden swing. Little children ran hurriedly in and out of Grandma Elena's house dragging in leaves and grass from the front yard. Grandma Elena never fussed at any of us because she knew we were just having some fun and she'd never thought twice about interrupting our time of play.
Mama and Papa always helped Grandma Elena make the fruit bowls and vegetable trays. Each piece of fruit and vegetable were freshly picked from the garden every Saturday afternoon before Grandma Elena and Grandpa Joe played a game of scat.
Sunday's were Grandpa Joe's time of rest, no cooking, cleaning, watching TV, or playing with the children. Just sitting in his brown and beige lazy boy reading the Sunday news and making small laughter at the comic section. Since I was a bit older than the rest of the children, almost fifteen, a young adult to Mama and Papa, I sat in with grandpa; I'd watch his actions and try to be just like him. His facial expressions never went from one extreme to the other, always quite content leaving a small smirk in the corner of his mouth. He had tiny round dimples that were placed so neatly right next to his lips. His hair was a fray past snow white and his fairly tan face glowed across the room. Despite all the wrinkles drawn on his face, grandpa sure had a young edge to him. There was nothing ever too old fashioned about him, he always wanted to update things in the house, his wardrobe, and even his car. Now Grandma Elena and Grandpa Joe were no where near as rich as they wanted to be, but who ever truly is? Grandpa's job took place in the downtown area where all the rich businessmen worked. He made a fair share of money to have enough left over to buy a new car at the end of the year.
"You know what I never understood. Why all these old people want to live in the past and not seek what they can have in the future!"
I just giggled at grandpa's remark. He was always saying strange comments after reading an article in the paper.
"I just don't see why you would want to go back in the old days when things were bad. This is the beginning of a new year. What's that old saying people say?"
"Seize the day?" I shouted.
"Yes, seize the day and all its future."
"Gather around everybody, supper is set."
The whole family quickly stopped what they were doing and made their way toward the large family dining table. All the little kids lined up in the bathroom to wash their hands, because they knew grandma would yell at them if their hands were dirty at the table.
Everyone sat down one by one, the kids sliding in side by side on the picinic bench style chairs. I sat right slab dab next to grandpa like I always did. I was kind of like his side-kick, Mama never understood by I was always so close to him. She never really got along with him. She said growing up was a rough time for her because grandpa was a lot stricter back then.
Like usual Grandma Elena said the prayer before we all passed around the bowls full of home cooked foods. As each bowl passed my mouth drooled at the site of all the great foods and amazing smells. Grandpa would always cut a piece of meat up for me because I was never good at getting the right portion. Stuffing our faces the table was quite for a whole hour. Nothing was even said between the transition of dinner to dessert. Pecan pie and chocolate pudding were on the specialty that afternoon and boy was it good.
After eating and clearing up the table we all headed into the den where a few more hours of silence and t.v. watching were observed. Grandpa began to talk about running four miles down the road just get home in time for dinner or he knew his daddy was going to get him. He said how young and vibrant he use to be.
"Grandpa, did you really run that far?"
"Oh I sure did. I ran so fast that I think I lost ten pounds in that one session." We all laughed at the joke he made. Grandma Elena even chuckled loudly because she couldn't quite picture grandpa actually running down the side of the road. Once again things got quiet and it felt as if nothing was ever said all day. I hated hearing the silence and I loved to hear stories from grandpa so I had to break the frozen air.
"Grandpa, tell about the time you met grandma in San Andre Hill?"
Nothing was said, no movement or sounds. I thought maybe he fell asleep or he just didn't hear me.
"Grandpa, did you hear me? Tell me another story!" I shouted even louder.
Once again, nothing said and no one moved. Mama however did shuffle toward him to try and wake him up.
"Dad?"
"Grandpa, wake up!"
Nothing moved. A breeze of cold air hit me just then. I wasn't sure what happened and I don't remember seeing much because my eyes began to swell with water. Something was wrong, something didn't feel right.
The next thing I know Mama and Papa are running through the house like a pack of wild animals. Grandma Elena just sat in her chair holding her Bible in her hands and rocking back and forth. The rest of the children were herded into the other room by Aunt Rose while Uncle Ted directed the EMS men into the den. I wasn't sure what to do or say so I just hid behind the couch listening to the EMS men talk to Uncle Ted. I felt like an investigation at a crime scene was going on. There were a few nods of a mans head and then a mournful handshake between he and Uncle Ted.
Once the room cleared of all the EMS men, Uncle Ted sat down next to grandma and held her close, whispering some sweet sweet prayer. I closed my eyes and tried to hear that same prayer telling God to take care of my grandpa.
It wasn't til that that night that the EMS men actually got a hold of us. The phone rang sparactically off the hook around nine o'clock. Mama jumped up to answer it but Papa was too quick for her.
"Hello? Yes. Yes. Okay. Oh, okay. Thank you sir. Uh huh, you too."
Papa slowly turned around with a glaze of tears across his eyes. He walked slowly toward us all and put his hand on Mama's shoulder.
"The doctor said that Grandpa Joe had a mild heart attack. Things were okay until he had another one. Doc said it wasn't so mild though. They told us to call tomorrow to make arrangements for the funeral and wished us the best of luck."
The room molded into a silent film, no one said a word or cried a single tear. Just dead silence.
I began to think why on earth this would happen, how could of all a sudden a healthy man go bad?
"The nurse said on his last heart attack he was talking about running. Running far and hard. She wasn't sure why he would say something like that. She said he yelled 'I made it' and that was it."
My heart stopped. I couldn't believe it, he was trying to relive being young and vibrant. The thought of running got his heart rushing, too fast. I never thought he'd ever truly run that four mile hike again, but I guess he did.
[ps] not a true story
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Journal Entry #3
In the preparations for college there has been so many confusing, major, and complicated decisions I've had to make. Those which include which school to attend, whether to change my major, where I want to live, how I'm going to afford college, and whether I really want to pursue my future in radiology. All tough choices but I believe for the majority I've made some pretty smart ones. I've decided to attend UNC-Charlotte where I will be for just one year unfortunately. I found out Charlotte does not have a program that relates to Radiology besides the science you need. After my long haul through Charlotte I will most likely transfer to ECU or CVCC. CVCC is probably going to be my first choice because they have one of the best radiology programs after UNC-Chapel Hill; pretty amazing. Deciding where I want to live is still in the toss up. I want to move into an apartment so bad, but once I transfer to CVCC, if so, I will be going from an apartment back to home? I think not, I don't think I can do that, I could move into another apartment up around CVCC but not by myself. That's a bit ridiculous. I couldn't possibly do that after living an amazing year in an apartment. The next large decision I had to make was how to pay for college. Unfortunately teaching fellows fell through in its early stages and after that I decided to change my major with out notification to the guidence office. So day after day I'm sent these wonderful scholarship offers that I have to turn down because I no longer want to teach. So opportunitites that I've been given I have to pay for college by taking out loans and I'm on my own with that. College is stressful so if you're yet to be a senior, GET STARTED NOW!! Good luck with the preparations for college.
Journal Entry #2 [vent]
I hate hearing my alarm clock go off at 6 a.m. every single day, this be including weekends. It gets frustrating to have to hear that alarm go off and knowing you can't sleep in because you have something to do. What's real sad is that you have to get up after a long night of work/babysitting/or attempting to spend time with your friends. Now I know what you are thinking, you don't have to go out with your friends. Unfortunately you kind of have to, to have a life that is. I don't want to eat, breathe, and sleep work. That's just something I'm a bit too young for. My friends actually allow me to relax a little and not think about the stresses of work. Sometimes I do get carried away and end up staying out a little later than I want to but honestly, its hard for a teenager to get up early in the morning to work. It gets real old as well when you do it every weekend since probably last year. Now things will hopefully be changing for the better here soon since I will be able to work during the week over the summer. Then maybe, they won't schedule me for the weekends as much, or at least the early shift. I'm going to want to have fun and whatever but I need to keep a job to stay financially stable for the sake of not being a broke college student =] I can't wait to be able to have a real JOB, like something I actually enjoy unlike my job today. It gets old real fast and I don't really like to make sandwhiches every day. There are times when I can handle it better than others but the great thing is that I can keep a smile on my face and the people I work with help the day go faster as well. It's not only work that I can't take waking for, it's school as well. Each day gets harder and harder because I have less than a month left of it and to be honest, I feel like each day is pointless for me to awake. Everything is more of a project rather than learning in class actually. I want to just sit at home and work on my projects rather than coming to class and not getting anything accomplished. Gah is it frustrating to come wake up that early and attempt to present my self as a decent person.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Journal Entry #3
Sometimes you just have to let go. ..it's fustrating to know that no matter where you go you are going to be filled with drama. At work, school, your house, even in the neighborhood. I hate it. Drama is the one thing that really puts a damper on my day. It pulls you down so much you feel like you're drowning helplessly and get get to the surface. The smallest things cause the biggest drama scenes, that's the sad part. I get tired of having to deal with the small little drama fiascos that people bring up. Unfortunately, drama will never go away. I just wish that for once everyone could get along and not have to bring up the stupidest stuff. What i hate the most is when you know someone was talking about you behind your back and they don't confirm when you confront them. Why would you dig yourself deeper than you already are? That's pretty lame if you ask me. I would rather be honest by 1) saying exactly what you have to say to someones face, or 2) When confronted speak the truth. Those two options are the best way to get yourself out of that hole, unless you could care less and just wanted to keep on diggin'. Personally, I've grown more to speaking my mind to people's faces, maybe not literally, but I speak them and not just behind their back. I think this is important to do so because it shows your maturity level of not being afraid to speak out and hide yourself. Not that I am saying to go up to everyone you have a problem with and speak your mind out to them, I just mean when you have one of those drama fiascos just keep it between you and that person, that way you get to your point and there's no rumors. Along the way you may loose from friends during the drama, but remember what my dad always says, " The friends you have today won't be the friends you have five to ten years from now." I keep that in mind all the time, but I do cherish the moments I have with those I care about now.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Journal Entry #2 -Club
A chaotic rumble slowly groans
The uproar capcity overbears my mind
Zig-Zagging movements rush by my path
I can only handle so much.
Orders yelled one by one
The hectic woman says the funs just begun
Controlling order and annoying voices
Ready to work and hold 'em down
The noise level seizes at the turn of dawn
Those loud faces are finally blushed
Whispers and drags is all I hear
The end of this load if oh so near
Time to pace nice and slow
Because FINALLY the upraor is no more.
The uproar capcity overbears my mind
Zig-Zagging movements rush by my path
I can only handle so much.
Orders yelled one by one
The hectic woman says the funs just begun
Controlling order and annoying voices
Ready to work and hold 'em down
The noise level seizes at the turn of dawn
Those loud faces are finally blushed
Whispers and drags is all I hear
The end of this load if oh so near
Time to pace nice and slow
Because FINALLY the upraor is no more.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Journal Entry #3
Ah vintage. I love the fashion and housing style of vintage. I don't know what it is but it is amazing. The vintage style is extremely sophisticated and definately unique. Even though this style is coming back there are limited places to actually flaunt this style. Most people wearing the vintage style is fashion models, celebrities, and real ritzy people. Girls in this area of the country are somewhat vintage but its more the vintage T than the actual full outfit. The image I have posted with this blog is gorgeous, I'd love to wear this out but I'm not sure where. I know you are suppose to be yourself and express yourself but I'm not sure I'd wear this out in public. You also have to have the right body to fit this type of style. Vintage dresses, ahh, are amazing! Much more than the T's are or this outfit here. The vintage dress can be worn more casually without controversy. The vintage look makes me think of the boho style as well. Most of the dresses for this style are heavy and "bagged" on the wear-er. What I really find unique with the vintage look is that they usually have belts to follow along with. Each outfit looks totally different from the other and the pastel colors with one bold color creates a new extremity that I personally adore!
Journal Entry #2
When asked what sound or smell reminds me of someone, I'd have to say the sound of wind chimes jingling in the Spring air reminds me of my grandma. Every other day I'd go to her house after school where she sould babysit me until my mom came to pick us up. When the weather got warm they'd turn their garage into another living room area. They'd put down that ugly rough green grass carpet on the hard concrete and add in porch furniture. Hanging from the deep brown wooden beam was this ancient wind chime. It was obviously a cheap one, because the wood was cracking and the middle piece was made of plastic. After grabbing an after school snack I'd sit in the garage living room sipping on a huggie and eating some oreos. The garage door would be opened but there was big plastic screens in its place. At the other end of the garage was the sliding glass door that was opened as well; this way a nice Spring breeze would flow through the room. As my brother flipped through channels on the TV and usually stopping on Boy Meets World, the spring breeze would blast through the room creating a musical chime. The sound of the chimes at my grandmothers was like no others. It didn't sound like the chime at my other grandmas house, this one had a unique chime to it. Everytime I heard it, the sound would make me smile and remember my grandma. She'd be in the kitchen boiling the water for my favorite green jello while I watched TV with my brother. I don't think I'd ever forget that sound. It always made the day seem better knowing that it was Spring time and being at grandma's was a time to relax. The garage even had a certain scent to it that I will never forget, this musty, oil, and wooden fragerance. Even though my grandma has past, every time I go to her house to visit my grandpa I hear that wind chime and her smile would spring into my mind.
Journal Entry #1
The topic of hope:
Hope to dream
Hope to love
Hope to find
Hope to see..
We all hope to dream, love, find, and see new things every day. Some of those hopes become reality, just like a dream. Hope can also be defined as wishes. Why do we wish certain things knowing they won't come true? We wish so big that it is utterly impossible to actually make a reality out of it. Just like most say, girls dream big when they watch chick-flicks. The story lines are what women really want, how guys should act. Unfortunately, those are all dreams and hopes that we will find love just like those actresses do, like Cameran Diaz in The Holiday. Oh how I dream and wish to find someone like Jude Laws character and for him to be just as beauitful and amazing as he played to be. Sadly though, that is all a dream and I know there is no one truly out there that is that amazing that would fall my way. Since love takes care of the whole dream and find as well we go onto dreaming to see. We dream to see a beautiful sunset on the eve of a tropical land. Now the good thing about this dream is that it can become a reality. Hopes and dreams have certain extents to where they really will be reality or not. Depending on the complexity of a hope depends on whether it is possible or not. I dream and I hope but usually my dreams and hopes are too far from reality that I can only ponder on its possibility. I've had dreams that have come true, but these are just the small things. Now that I think about it, that is better than nothing. The hopefuls in the world will see one day that their dreams will come true. You can never dream to big, you can only dream not enough. =]
Hope to dream
Hope to love
Hope to find
Hope to see..
We all hope to dream, love, find, and see new things every day. Some of those hopes become reality, just like a dream. Hope can also be defined as wishes. Why do we wish certain things knowing they won't come true? We wish so big that it is utterly impossible to actually make a reality out of it. Just like most say, girls dream big when they watch chick-flicks. The story lines are what women really want, how guys should act. Unfortunately, those are all dreams and hopes that we will find love just like those actresses do, like Cameran Diaz in The Holiday. Oh how I dream and wish to find someone like Jude Laws character and for him to be just as beauitful and amazing as he played to be. Sadly though, that is all a dream and I know there is no one truly out there that is that amazing that would fall my way. Since love takes care of the whole dream and find as well we go onto dreaming to see. We dream to see a beautiful sunset on the eve of a tropical land. Now the good thing about this dream is that it can become a reality. Hopes and dreams have certain extents to where they really will be reality or not. Depending on the complexity of a hope depends on whether it is possible or not. I dream and I hope but usually my dreams and hopes are too far from reality that I can only ponder on its possibility. I've had dreams that have come true, but these are just the small things. Now that I think about it, that is better than nothing. The hopefuls in the world will see one day that their dreams will come true. You can never dream to big, you can only dream not enough. =]
Friday, April 11, 2008
Journal Entry #2
Ahhh, Kelly!! So while sitting here thinking of some random topic I asked the coolest, most spontaneous, random person I know, Kelly Skinner. She told me to write about her because I already wrote about prom, grad week, and graduation. So here I am writing about Kelly and I'm not sure what to say.....
Kelly wears blue-
blue shorts that is.
She's all "decked" out on her North Lincoln gear
Ready to play soccer
And make East Lincoln tear.
Her hearts in the game
[and my poem is real lame]
She's studying all the time
and making A's online
Dribbling down the grass
she see's an open pass
[Sharkbait aka Lydia]
Always scoring goals
and making the other team roll
Kelly's got game
and she ain't ashamed.
So yeah Kelly is pretty sweet. She's an awesome friend, always making people laugh and what not. She works really hard on everything she does and she deserves everything she gets. There isn't a day that Kelly doesn't make someone laugh even if she is down in a pity somehow she turns everyones day around.
Kelly wears blue-
blue shorts that is.
She's all "decked" out on her North Lincoln gear
Ready to play soccer
And make East Lincoln tear.
Her hearts in the game
[and my poem is real lame]
She's studying all the time
and making A's online
Dribbling down the grass
she see's an open pass
[Sharkbait aka Lydia]
Always scoring goals
and making the other team roll
Kelly's got game
and she ain't ashamed.
So yeah Kelly is pretty sweet. She's an awesome friend, always making people laugh and what not. She works really hard on everything she does and she deserves everything she gets. There isn't a day that Kelly doesn't make someone laugh even if she is down in a pity somehow she turns everyones day around.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Jades Children Story
LuLu and Lyle by Jade Henry was an adorable children’s story. The story is about a little girl LuLu who wants to become friends with Lyle, the mean boy across the street. She likes him a lot and doesn’t want to do anything to contradict their friendship. When Lyle asked LuLu to hang out she was quite surprised but unfortunately for her Lyle was mean to her. He would boss her around and push her and laugh when she cried. Finally toward the end LuLu decides to no longer be friends with Lyle because of how mean she is to him. The tension between the two characters is created when LuLu gets tired of Lyle pushing her around and to resolve this dilemma she stops hanging out with him and never speaks to him again. The illustrations describe how the characters look and there are pictures that relate to their personality. The images go along well with the text and Jade went a little more into detail. The moral of the story is clearly posted in the back of the book; do not let others treat you the way you do not want to be treated. I think the age group of this book is for six to eight year olds because the lesson is a bit more complex. The strongest feature of the book is the actual story line, it flows quite well and the tension build up is strong. I think the only actual issue of the story is how long the text is on each page, you can’t be too short or too long. Other than that it’s a great story, good job!
The Book I Chose
The name of my book is Devilish by Maureen Johnson. I checked it out because I liked the cover of the book. I literally judge a book by its cover. The synopsis of the book captured me with only the first little paragraph. A book filled with drama is my kind of reading especially when it has to do with high school because I can relate pretty well. The cover of the book is fairly simple but I’m sure has a lot of meaning. There’s a half view of a girl holding a cupcake with red frosting. Her eyes are shaped in a devilish look with a copper toned glaze and she is smirking in a mischievous way. I’m thinking the book will be about a girl who has a plan to ruin another peer’s high school career by seeking revenge. She will act like an angel to certain people and then act like a complete devil another time. Since the cupcake has red frosting I’m thinking this also just reflects the image of the “devil child”. The genre of the book is realistic fiction/drama. No I have not read any other books by this author, but usually I read books by authors that don’t have anything other novels. Last month for a book report I read The Farther You Run which was also drama filled and pretty decent. I’m also currently reading Notorious an It Girl book which is probably the best drama filled book I’ve read recently.
Basically the book begins introducing each character how their peers would view them. The prologue speaks of how one of the characters wonders if she did the right thing. It sounds like she is planning on a play or something. The setting takes place in Saint Teresa’s Preparatory School of Girls. Here we are introduced to Jane Jarvis and Allison Concord. The descriptions tell exactly what the characters look like. The school, even though full of girls, seems like there are many cliques and plenty of drama. Joan, Jane’s sister looks up to Jane because she didn’t make it into the Preparatory School of Girls. Her writing style is pretty much the usual style, nothing real special just the way she introduced the characters traits.
Basically the book begins introducing each character how their peers would view them. The prologue speaks of how one of the characters wonders if she did the right thing. It sounds like she is planning on a play or something. The setting takes place in Saint Teresa’s Preparatory School of Girls. Here we are introduced to Jane Jarvis and Allison Concord. The descriptions tell exactly what the characters look like. The school, even though full of girls, seems like there are many cliques and plenty of drama. Joan, Jane’s sister looks up to Jane because she didn’t make it into the Preparatory School of Girls. Her writing style is pretty much the usual style, nothing real special just the way she introduced the characters traits.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Journal Entry
The morning breeze sweeps by my face. The sun, just shining over the horizon, blazes its red and orange glaze in my face. The sound of blue jays and their babies chirping away soothes my mind. The smell of vanilla coffee floats to my nose as I turn toward the house. Mom must be making the family breakfast. The grass was greener than ever on the warm June morning. Pieces of freshly cut green grass gathered around my toes as I stood gazing in the driveway. The gurgling and aching of my stomache broke the sense of peace to tell me it was time to eat. Walking into the house the smell of homebaked bacon, scrambled eggs, lightly buttered toast, and handcut hashbrowns filled the kitchen with a sense of warmth. I don't think I ever enjoyed eating breakfast with my family so much as I did today. Everyone calm and anxious, mom hardly said anything because her nerves got the best of her. My dad sat slowy chewing his food and reading the Saturday paper. When the last few pieces of breakfast were handed off to the drooling hounds the table departed into our own divisions. My mom and grandma cleaned up the feast while dad drank some more coffee and walked to his "hanger". Brother, the nervous adult he is, went to rest in his room until it was time to leave. I on the other hand, sat in the middle of my room looking at the pictures that filled my walls and desk. Thinking of all the good memories and all the bad times. My palms began sweaty and my heart raced at the thought of leaving all this behind. I looked at my phone to view the last few text messages that were sent to me last night, "I'm so nervous", "I can't believe it's almost time", "Let the countdown begin!", "Ahh see you tomorrow dressed like a blueberry." I laughed at the last one because every day we joked that we looked like massive blueberries on our graduation day. The clock seemed to tick faster than ever this morning. Before I knew it I was slipping on my shoes and and heading out the door to mingle with the rest of the blueberry bunch. I drove myself, listening to silence on the way and in a complete daze. My parents, grandma, and brother followed behind and I knew they too sat in silence. At a time when you think it's suppose to be a happy moment it almost feels like a funeral because there are tears of sadness and a blaze of silence to fill the air.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Journal Entry #3
Since spring break ended two days ago, I've been becoming more and more impatient with waiting for graduation. I'm ready to move on out with my high school life and go into the real world. I've been so independent and so ready to move out and on my own that I haven't really thought of what might come to it. I hadn't really thought that yeah, I'd loose my best friends because we will be so far away or that I'd be able to complete the job what I want. The way things have been going lately I feel like slowly I am loosing my best friends. We are already starting to prepare ourselves for the different schools we are going to and setting out to settle ourselves in these different areas. It's really hard to know that my best friend will probably make a new best friend and we will just becomes friends. Wow, that was somewhat confusing. It's just seeming to all come to an end so fast. We are all ready to get out of highschool and our nerves are getting the best of us. With all the stress seniors have to go through already, it makes it hard on our own friendships. The littlest things can turn into one big explosion just because most of us are on our last thread of being patient. Sadly this hurts the whole best friend thing and causes that string of frienship to die down alot faster. I know that five to ten years from now, my true best friends I have right now won't be the ones I am still buddy buddy with. Quite frankly, I hate that. The group of girls I hang with are amazing, right now though things have been tough on all of us trying to decide where are going to accept the acceptance from college and what we actually want to major/minor in. It's all too fustrating and wearing us down physically and mentally. I can't wait til towards the end of the year when we can all just sit and relax and finally have our insane insider joke moments that no other group of girls would know about. I hope that before the end of the school year is over things between of all us are strong and awesome and we will have a spactacular summer together before heading off to the real world that we've so longed for. Until then, let's just stick it out and be there for each other even if we both are having a bad day.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Journal Entry During the Break
Totally stoked. So finally the stress is over and we, as in the girls and I, found a condo for grad week! Ah, amazing!! For the past three weeks we've been searching site after site to find a nice place to stay that allows mature eighteen year olds to rent a condo/house. We've had many responses saying no we don't rent out unless you are twenty-five. Sadly, we aren't that old. This whole time I was thinking this is awesome I'm eighteen I can rent a place. Eh, not! Now I can't wait until I am twenty-five so I can rent out these awesome places. So anywho, after our long search for a nice place to stay and guy by the name Paul kindly said he'd rent out one of his condo's to us. So exciting it is and finally relieving. It became seriously stressful to us trying to find a place that would rent during the dates we could come down, rent to eighteen year olds, and that was cheap enough for our broke butts. Thank goodness this Paul guy came around and is really kind to us. He is letting us stay for the whole week at this awesome condo and its a great deal too. Plus we are right on the waterfront which means lots of tanning and lots of sandcastles..haha. I didn't think I was really going to go to Grad Week until finding this cool site that has amazing places to stay for a reasonable price. I'm so excited and I'm just counting it all down until the day we graduate then I'm set free.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Journal Over Spring Break?? What??
After sitting and contemplating on what would be good to write about for my spring break blog, I thought I could type about my break. Then I realized, nah that's boring because that's what everyone else is going to do, so I picked a new subject, something that happened over break but not what my break was about.
Images of all kinds take me to a mindset that's almost tranquilizing. When I see a black and white photo or a sunset/sunrise, I kinda melt. One image my friend saw that he described to me made me think of such a peaceful future. He was riding motorcycles with his what he calls buddies and he viewed a gorgeous site; or so that's what I picture. He was in the back of the line and all his buddies were riding in front of him down the straightaway up the mountain. The sun was setting between two other mountains and he was heading up. He told me he felt like he was starring into a frame of a picture being in the back and seeing this awesome site in front of him. As he described to me this image, my mind drew an increduble view, something I want to see in person. The view was priceless, no harm, just peace and quiet everywhere you looked. The suns red orange glaze filled the gap between the two mountains is squeezed into. The soft air of the sky created a content calm enviroment, like a shield protecting us from any violence. I can picture my friend sitting there on his bike looking out into the open view and all his surroundings. The site it priceless, its one of the images you'd cherish forever in your mind. The image my mind did draw made me stop and think about growing up. Yeah, and it even made me think of all the trips to NY and all the memories from there. For some reason any time I see a sunset I think of all the good times. I guess I'm a sucker for sunsets....
Images of all kinds take me to a mindset that's almost tranquilizing. When I see a black and white photo or a sunset/sunrise, I kinda melt. One image my friend saw that he described to me made me think of such a peaceful future. He was riding motorcycles with his what he calls buddies and he viewed a gorgeous site; or so that's what I picture. He was in the back of the line and all his buddies were riding in front of him down the straightaway up the mountain. The sun was setting between two other mountains and he was heading up. He told me he felt like he was starring into a frame of a picture being in the back and seeing this awesome site in front of him. As he described to me this image, my mind drew an increduble view, something I want to see in person. The view was priceless, no harm, just peace and quiet everywhere you looked. The suns red orange glaze filled the gap between the two mountains is squeezed into. The soft air of the sky created a content calm enviroment, like a shield protecting us from any violence. I can picture my friend sitting there on his bike looking out into the open view and all his surroundings. The site it priceless, its one of the images you'd cherish forever in your mind. The image my mind did draw made me stop and think about growing up. Yeah, and it even made me think of all the trips to NY and all the memories from there. For some reason any time I see a sunset I think of all the good times. I guess I'm a sucker for sunsets....
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Journal Entry #3
"Honey don't forget the celery. My parents love peanut butter and celery cut not too thin not too thick."
Those were the encouraging words my fiance, Rufus said to me as I eagerly walked out of the house. Rufus's parents were visitng us for the first time from Chicago. I was so nervous to meet them. From past stories I've gotten the hint that his parents were quite hard to warm up to. Rufus grew up in a strict family setting, with his father originally from England and his mother raised in a Catholic setting home. The two sound completey impossible to break the ice with.
My nerves had gotten the best of me. Driving down the road I could barely focus on the traffic in front of me. I couldn't stop thinking of what I'd say to them or how I would act. I was more nervous about what I'd cook and how it would turn out for my future in-laws. I paced each aisle slowly debating whether to pick up this ingredient or that ingredient. There were so many recipes going through my mind that I'm pretty sure I ran the dessert menu and vegetable menu together, frosted broccoli.
As my nerves came to a calming state they were sprung back up my the sound of my cell phone ringing.
"He-Hello?"
"Hey honey, just wondering if you got everything you needed. Could you also stop by the coffee shop and pick up a gallon of coffee. The kind you bought isn't that great, my parents like the fresh stuff."
"Um. Yeah, sure hun."
Finally coming home to my husband busily cleaning the house I placed the thousands of bags of groccery on the counter. Pots and pans, mushrooms, meat, and celery tossed about the kitchen as I prepared dinner. Suddenly the worse thing happened, a knock at the door that was two hours early! I knew it, they'd come early just to torture me.
"Mom, dad, this is Amy. Amy this is my mother Mary and my father Arthur."
"Oh hello. So nice to finally meet you", I said with hesitation, "would you guys like something to drink"
The start of the ever so early evening began somewhat slow. I wasn't sure how to act and my I couldn't focus on the meal I was trying to prepare. It was time for dinner and as nervous as I was I walked out to the den and gave a notion to my husband.
"Um, mom dad its dinner time. You ready to eat?"
Nervously, I sat and watched them take a bite of my somewhat decent meal. Their eyes bugged out and began to chew fast.
"Is everything okay?"
"Who cooked this? This is amazing."
"I cooked the dinner. Thank you very much Mrs. Whinchester."
"Oh don't be silly. Call me Mary doll."
What? I actually warmed up to the parents on the first night. This is amazing. I was liked by the parentals and I cooked the dinner.
Those were the encouraging words my fiance, Rufus said to me as I eagerly walked out of the house. Rufus's parents were visitng us for the first time from Chicago. I was so nervous to meet them. From past stories I've gotten the hint that his parents were quite hard to warm up to. Rufus grew up in a strict family setting, with his father originally from England and his mother raised in a Catholic setting home. The two sound completey impossible to break the ice with.
My nerves had gotten the best of me. Driving down the road I could barely focus on the traffic in front of me. I couldn't stop thinking of what I'd say to them or how I would act. I was more nervous about what I'd cook and how it would turn out for my future in-laws. I paced each aisle slowly debating whether to pick up this ingredient or that ingredient. There were so many recipes going through my mind that I'm pretty sure I ran the dessert menu and vegetable menu together, frosted broccoli.
As my nerves came to a calming state they were sprung back up my the sound of my cell phone ringing.
"He-Hello?"
"Hey honey, just wondering if you got everything you needed. Could you also stop by the coffee shop and pick up a gallon of coffee. The kind you bought isn't that great, my parents like the fresh stuff."
"Um. Yeah, sure hun."
Finally coming home to my husband busily cleaning the house I placed the thousands of bags of groccery on the counter. Pots and pans, mushrooms, meat, and celery tossed about the kitchen as I prepared dinner. Suddenly the worse thing happened, a knock at the door that was two hours early! I knew it, they'd come early just to torture me.
"Mom, dad, this is Amy. Amy this is my mother Mary and my father Arthur."
"Oh hello. So nice to finally meet you", I said with hesitation, "would you guys like something to drink"
The start of the ever so early evening began somewhat slow. I wasn't sure how to act and my I couldn't focus on the meal I was trying to prepare. It was time for dinner and as nervous as I was I walked out to the den and gave a notion to my husband.
"Um, mom dad its dinner time. You ready to eat?"
Nervously, I sat and watched them take a bite of my somewhat decent meal. Their eyes bugged out and began to chew fast.
"Is everything okay?"
"Who cooked this? This is amazing."
"I cooked the dinner. Thank you very much Mrs. Whinchester."
"Oh don't be silly. Call me Mary doll."
What? I actually warmed up to the parents on the first night. This is amazing. I was liked by the parentals and I cooked the dinner.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Journal Entry #2[eh..a little soft]
Something so dear and precious that hurts the most when broken. Its what I like to call love, or just your heart in general. Anything can make it twitch and throb but nothing more than bad news, aka heart breaking news. Through our lives people will step on, poke at, crush, and even rip our hearts to pieces. The good thing is there are simple things in life that can quickly piece these pieces together. It can be the simplicity of a smile, a hug, something to laugh at, or for some girls....chocolate. =] Love is a fragile subject for some and can be taken way out of proportion but we all have to know that no matter how old you are love will never fade. There will always be that someone who truly cares about you and will always cherish your feelings. Today you may not feel like you have someone like that, but really we all do. A happy heart doesn't have to be ignited through a love relationship it can flourish with the love of friend and the good times you have together. A heart can heal in time but it will never be as full as when you were first born. Love is something I hold dear to me and I won't let just anyone take it away. I guess you could say that it's quite difficult to really get to my heart. But, I know I have time to find that special someone and allow him to care for my heart.
Journal Entry #1
Something truly significant to me in my life currently would probably have to be my pictures in general. Especially of those that are truly close to me, like pictures from growing up in New York. Each image has a special place in my heart because of the memories that I carry with it. There are pictures of me and people I never get to see anymore or rarely talk to. It's hard to move away from all your family and see them maybe once or twice a year. Each snapshot of the past brings a smile upon my face everytime I look at t hem. The first year I moved to North Carolina from New York I began to become upset when I couldn't call my best friend and go play with her. I could only talk to her on the phone, but I couldn't physically see her and giggle when we did something stupid. A day after school I reached for my huge box of photos and began to shuffle through. The images were caterogized by people, like me and my best friend, me and my grandparents, and them some sort of random. I pulled out an image in particular, one of me and my best friend Lindsay the week before I moved. We both had our hair the same way, pulled in super tight pig tails and wearing out childish bikini's posing on her pool deck. The next image was the same day and we had our arms around each other smiling so brightly with the mouths full of missing second grader teeth. Since I'm pretty much a sucker for any sort of meaningful song, I heard a song a the radio that jogged my mind of all the awesome times we had together dancing, laughing, playing, dressing up, singing, and having the best sleepovers ever. Even though I was just eight years old my heart pounded and my palms began to sweat. I wasn't sure what was going on until tears started to pour down my face and I was actually having deep feelings. For an eight year old, I think I experienced some type of powerful emotion that usually only grown ups can experience. I will never forget the good times Lindsay and I had, especially when I have my photos to take me back to those days.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Journal Entry #4
Oh the fun of college. A new experience for young students to start fresh and start their life right. As for many, high school is where a lot of our wrong doing takes place. When we finally graduate we feel that a new beginning has come into play and we can change our outlook on life.
Although college has many downfalls, such as the partying, drinking, and getting introduced to new illegal things, there are many other great opportunities for students to be successful. Colleges offer many clubs and other classes that set students on the right path. Many of these clubs can formulate around those kinds of people that can make a difference in who you are. In addition to the clubs there are also the people involved in your dorm rooms. When applying for housing you can take a survey to find someone similar to you and your likings. This way you stay with a good influence instead of getting someone who isn't interested in the same things you are. ....to be continued.
Although college has many downfalls, such as the partying, drinking, and getting introduced to new illegal things, there are many other great opportunities for students to be successful. Colleges offer many clubs and other classes that set students on the right path. Many of these clubs can formulate around those kinds of people that can make a difference in who you are. In addition to the clubs there are also the people involved in your dorm rooms. When applying for housing you can take a survey to find someone similar to you and your likings. This way you stay with a good influence instead of getting someone who isn't interested in the same things you are. ....to be continued.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Journal Entry #2
Senior Year 2008 is amazing. This year for prom my group has gotten together a double decker london tour bus just imported from London, England last semester. From my understanding the bus is red, just like a tour bus and the inside is getting decked out. The owner said he was going to remove the bus seats and place limo seats along the bottom. As for the top he has to enclose to top because it is illegal to drive one of those here. Plus it's out of our safety. All the girls have decided that we are going to make the boys sit on the top on the way there because we don't want to get our hair messed up(hahaha). Our group consists of exactly sixty people which seems like a lot but it's going to be so much fun. After taking pictures and then moving down the road, all sixty members of the bus plan on attending Manzetti's; a restaurant located in South Park. Thankfully, South Park is only ten minutes away from Embassy Suites, the location of prom. So if our dinner plans run a little late we will be just fine driving ten minutes down the road. We've decided to arrive early to prom, about twenty after eight because we do have like half of the prom on our bus. Afterwards, the majority of us would like to go out bowling or something just because we all know its going to be a late night for most of us. I'm just going to say this is going to be the greatest, (cross your fingers), prom ride ever. Yay for my Senior group getting this all together and I wish us all the best of luck!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Journal Entry #1
One of those Days!! It all started when I work up an hour late all because of the lame thime change. Luckily, my wonderful mother was on the alert and woke me up fifteen mintues before I had to leave to get to work on time. I upset for like a minute then jumped out of bed to take a quick shoer. Man was I tired, I think I stoof there under the balzing warm water frozen with sleep. ONce I realized that I had to wake up I flew out of the shower and rushed to my room. Thankfully time was slow and I still had eight minutes to get ready. I threw on my Cowans Ford uniform and blew dry my hair. I took a glance in the mirror and noticed I looked hurrendous. I was physically exhausted. Before jetting out of my house I threw some quick powder, blush, and mascara on to somewhat brighten my facen. Once completing the "mask task" I threw a cookie in my mouth and jumped out to, thank goodness, make it on time. My day at work was slow and boring; I was fustrated with the guy I worked with because we are usually friends and he did something compeletly stupid to ruin things. So there was no conversation and no personality in me by the time I left work. My body felt like a truck ran through it a couple of times and I had no energy to even drive home. To top it all off I didn't get to do my homework and I definately couldn't fall asleep until eleven o'clock after laying down at nine pm. What a lame boring day!
Friday, March 7, 2008
Journal Entry #4
We've all heard the song, "I've got two tickets to paradise", and most of us have never been able to actually experience this. Unfortanetly my kind of crowd isn't the type that has all the riches in the world and is able to just jump right onto their own private jet. However, we are able to save our money for years and then take an experience of a life time, to paradise.
I'm not much for your every day regular beaches but I am all about seeing some clear blue ocean; fancy that, an oxymoron. Surely we all know what I mean by that. We all know what "clear blue" ocean water looks like. Myrtle Beach however, doesn't even come close to clear and blue at that. The water there is dark and grey looking. Not what I would call paradise. Most people go to these paradise beaches for specail occasions like weddings, honeymoons, or anniversaries. Since I'm not at the age where I plan I getting married or going on any honeymoons, I'd love to take a trip to paradise just for "hey" of it.
Just imagine, crystals white sand gliding across your toes and the temperate clear blue ocean gently rolling over your feet. You see palm trees bursting with coconuts and tiki torches light your way across the sandy beach. There's a light breeze that passes through your tiki hut style hotel where your greatest accomodations are available. The sound of jungle-like birds chirp all around instead of the road ragging, arrogant, twenty-four/seven business men car horns. There's a sound of peace that comes to your mind and a tingle of relaxtion. You pass your afternoon away laying in a hammock just outside your room under the gigantic palm trees. It's nothing but you and some peace and quiet. This is what I love to call, paradise.
I'm not much for your every day regular beaches but I am all about seeing some clear blue ocean; fancy that, an oxymoron. Surely we all know what I mean by that. We all know what "clear blue" ocean water looks like. Myrtle Beach however, doesn't even come close to clear and blue at that. The water there is dark and grey looking. Not what I would call paradise. Most people go to these paradise beaches for specail occasions like weddings, honeymoons, or anniversaries. Since I'm not at the age where I plan I getting married or going on any honeymoons, I'd love to take a trip to paradise just for "hey" of it.
Just imagine, crystals white sand gliding across your toes and the temperate clear blue ocean gently rolling over your feet. You see palm trees bursting with coconuts and tiki torches light your way across the sandy beach. There's a light breeze that passes through your tiki hut style hotel where your greatest accomodations are available. The sound of jungle-like birds chirp all around instead of the road ragging, arrogant, twenty-four/seven business men car horns. There's a sound of peace that comes to your mind and a tingle of relaxtion. You pass your afternoon away laying in a hammock just outside your room under the gigantic palm trees. It's nothing but you and some peace and quiet. This is what I love to call, paradise.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Journal Entry #3
Writing. I never thought that I could truly enjoy writing. In the seventh grade I use to write all the time, whether it be poems or stories, I loved it. I remember telling my teacher that I wanted to write a chapter book before leaving middle school, ha, that never happened. I did write a lot though. The chapter book was something I really wanted to do, so I wrote like three chapters. For a seventh grader this is a lot. When eighth grade came around I focused more on reading. I read big books too! I never really got back into writing until this year, SENIOR YEAR!! The only problem I have is that I only really know to write poems and essays. I enjoy writing poems even though I'm not great at the them, I love how you can just express how you feel. As for essays, well let's just say high school teachers are essay crazy. As a matter of fact, I think writing essays are probably my favorite just because they come so easy to me now. I'd love to learn more writing styles and so far I have learned of two; vignettes and snapshots. They are pretty interesting but I'm not too good at deep detail. I'm more of a "state the obvious" kind of person so I'm not too good at personifying thing deeply. I do plan on learning a lot more writing styles, especially in journalism. I think it's important to have a journalism skills for the future. I never really thought of working as a reporter or magazine editor but I believe it's good to have if you are wanting to major in business. You learn interview skills on how to give an interview and how to be a good interviewer, which will truly help when seeking job opportunities.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Exercise Three
Daddy what are you doing out there? Come inside and play with with. Uh, I'm getting so tired of this, please come in. Why are you taking a picture of me? Daddy, I can't get through this piece of glass. There's something holding me back. Help me!! I can't get through......yuck this window taste gross.
Thoughtshot[Describe A Place]
Walking onto the golden platform raised a million feet above the water I stood there looking at the money green grass. The buildings surrounded me glittering and shining so bright. Their brightness jumped at me with open arms. The falling of the water came rushing down like gold pouring out of a mine. There are people all around snapping pictures here and there, the flashes seem to be contagious. The people are talking uncontrollably speaking in American and French and they seem to yelling exciting comments. The colors of the jackets are bright blue, everything almost stands like party decorations. The excitment on all the little kids faces glows with laughter and joy. Walking down the the stairway towards the loud up roar of water, glistening drops falls beside me but, not yet touching me. Suddenly the crowd edges closer to the water, one by one we all way through the never ending water fall. It's my turn finally, I walk through the water and at that time the water seems to of hit me the hardest. Laughter came from the happy crowd and smiles were brightened when I walked out. Finally returning to the gigantic grey building towels were handed caringly to everyone. Boxed lunches were set out for the crowd, my box was the first box, set the prettiest and with the boldest name. There was never any silence, the sound of water constantly running rang in my ears. The sky never turned grey that day, just bright blue skies with not a cloud in site. Everything seemed to shine like it hadn't before, even the boats in the water glistened as they floated. This was the greatest day.
Journal #2 [Freewrite 3-4-08]
Leaves fell oh so gently down the side of the window. Bailey sat patiently in the bay window watching each leaf tumble to the ground. Her strong brown eyes stayed focused on the oustide of the window. When a car drove by the butterflies in her stomach danced around. She couldn't control her excitement so she jumped up and down and went around in circles. Bailey's heart would pounce with excitment whenever any movement besides the leaves would pass by. She finally sees a car slowly drive by and turn into the narrow grey driveway. Bailey jumped up and ran hurriedly to the back door. Once again her heart began to pounce and she was excited to see the who was walking into the house. Hearing the click-clack of heels walking closer to the door, Bailey made noises to show her excitement. The keys jiggled in the doorway and things began to fall on the other side of the door. Bailey became confused, what was going on out there? Why isn't she walking in the door yet? Finally the door bursted open and Bailey's bladder could no longer hold in her excitement.
"Bailey! You couldn't wait til I got home to do that?" said her owner.
Bailey just barked in excitement to see her owner and gave her the biggest brownest puppy eyes.
"Oh goodness. How can I get upset with you. You are just too precious!"
Bailey just wagged her tail and gave her owner kisses on the cheek. She knew that once her owner came home things were going to be so much fun.
"Bailey! You couldn't wait til I got home to do that?" said her owner.
Bailey just barked in excitement to see her owner and gave her the biggest brownest puppy eyes.
"Oh goodness. How can I get upset with you. You are just too precious!"
Bailey just wagged her tail and gave her owner kisses on the cheek. She knew that once her owner came home things were going to be so much fun.
Journal Entry #1
[GO GREEN]
After being simply inspired by promoting a recycling program in lincoln county schools I've been doing some reading up on GOING GREEN. Now I know this may seem like a nerdy kind of partake but honestly there are more people, famous at that, that are all for GOING GREEN. The more I read into it the more interested I become. There are actually quite simple things we can do to help slow down global warming. Some of the simpliest things we can do is to plant a tree or two. "Every two seconds a football-field size forest is wiped out for development", quoted in Seventeen Magazine. Can you imagine how bit that becomes in the end? For those of you who don't already know, trees are what help up breathe healthy, so when we destroy them we are loosing our oxygen. To help in this effort we can simply plant a few trees here and there. I'm pretty sure you can plan a tree just about anywhere. Another SIMPLE thing we can do is recycle paper. With today's technology we can actually reuse paper that's already been written on, how convenient! All you have to do is simply place the paper in its proper recycling bin and let the state take of it from there.
[if you haven't noticed I've been using the word SIMPLE or SIMPLY alot mainly because these efforts to stop global warming...are simple!]
You can also save electricity by using natural light in your house or going outside when its pretty to do your homework. For one staying locked up in your house isn't good for the mind and body and secondly using light during the day time is completely pointless if you think about it. Open your blinds and if its warm enough your windows too and you can see just fine.
Lastly we are endangering animals. Those of you who are animal lovers or just care about animals can do something to prevent there elimination by looking into World Wildlife Funds Web Site. (info from Seventeen magazine). As for the fashion industry there are now more clothes being made out of organic items and the great thing is those clothes are actually fashionable. Some of the T-shirts also are promoting recycling or even GOING GREEN in general.
You can find all ways to actually save your planet earth by searching the internet. Like I said even the simplest things, like turning off your lights, using the same towel for a few days, and taking walks instead of driving around can help global warming come to some sort of halt. These ideas are not only good for the enviroment but also yourself, to get yourself back in shape.
Oh JUST thought of this one: You can also save paper/trees by posting your blogs on here instead of on paper!!! That's what's so great about this =]
Monday, March 3, 2008
Fried Green Tomatos Questions
1. In what ways do Ninny's stories inspire Evelyn?
Evelyn because a better woman, standing for what she believes in and doing what she wants to do.
2. What is the outer frame story? Who are the main characters?
The outer frame story was Ninny and Evelyn meeting and talking about the past; Ninny and Evelyn main characters. As well as Evelyn and Ed's relationship trying to get back on track.
3. What is the inner story?Who are the main characters?
The inner story is Idgie and Ruth growing up together; the main characters are Idgie and Ruth.
Other minor characters in the innter story are Buddy, Mrs. Otis, Frank Bennett, and Big George.
4. What is ironic about the ending of the Frank Bennet murder story?
Idgie was somewhat part of the murder because her and Big George did barbecue Frank's body which means that they were part of the murder by cleaning up the evidence.
5. Which was your favorite vignette in the movie and why?
The vignette I liked the most would have to be the one where the Idgie makes the fried green tomatos and Ruth thinks they are terrible. The reason being is because it shows their honesty in their friendship and the fun they can still have. Its also the title of the movie which shows how the movie got its name.
6. I want you to think about the relationship between viewing the vignette and reading it. One of the purposes behind viewing this movie, was to begin to think about storytelling. How do you describe something in such as way as to bring it to life for your reader? How do you balance description with thoughts and dialogue? (You don't have to answer those, just be thinking about them). You do need to choose one part of a vignette from the movie and write a one 1/2 page (200-300 word) snapshot that would fit into the vignette you chose.
[SNAPSHOT VIGNETTE]Idgie with her sun blonde hair stood in the kitchen of the café and began to slowly fry up some fried green tomatoes. Ruth was standing opposite of her fixing up some of the homemade pies that the town just loved. The summer breeze blew in from the back door where Big George and Mrs. Otis would enter in. The café was just as busy as it had even been.
“Hey. Try these Ruth. You are just gunna love them.” Idgie spoke.
As Ruth gave her a look of uncertainty she took a fork to one of the mystery foods still frying in the pan.
“So, watcha think?”
Ruth stood there and chewed the fried green tomato slowly. She didn’t want to put it down but she knew Idgie was watching.
“Come on. What do you think? Do you like them?” Idgie kept egging on.
“There good.” Ruth muttered.
“Yeah, now what do you really think?” Idgie insisted.
Ruth did not want to be rude by she began to laugh and looked at Idgie, “They’re terrible.”
The two began to giggle a little. Idgie got a bit of a smirk and walked back to her stove top. Without a hesitation she turned back around with a cup full of water and splashed it at Ruth. Ruth, surprised by the action Idgie had taken decided to take revenge, so she too grabbed a pitcher loaded full of water and splashed it back at Idgie wetting her whole back.
“Well alright. If that’s how you want to play then here you go,” Idgie picked up some berries from Ruth’s pies and smeared the blue color all over her clean face. The contents of food began to be tossed and shoved into each others faces. The bit of the kitchen the girls were in was eventually covered with flour, berries, chocolate, water, and other fruits and vegetables.
“Now what is going on,” said the Sheriff.
The two girls came up laughing hysterically at what they had done and just laughed in his face. Their faces were covered with so much “schmeg-ma” that you couldn’t even see their bright eyes.
“Well now Mr. Sheriff, you just gunna have to arrest us aren’t you?” Idgie comically spoke.
“Oh no. You just let me take care of this Idgie.” Ruth replied with a look of suspicion on her face. “I think that Mr. Sheriff here wants to join in on the little fun don’t ya?” From behind her back Ruth picked up a frosting spreader loaded with homemade chocolate icing and wiped it all down Mr. Sheriff’s face. The two girls couldn’t believe what they had done and kept laughing and snorting.
Evelyn because a better woman, standing for what she believes in and doing what she wants to do.
2. What is the outer frame story? Who are the main characters?
The outer frame story was Ninny and Evelyn meeting and talking about the past; Ninny and Evelyn main characters. As well as Evelyn and Ed's relationship trying to get back on track.
3. What is the inner story?Who are the main characters?
The inner story is Idgie and Ruth growing up together; the main characters are Idgie and Ruth.
Other minor characters in the innter story are Buddy, Mrs. Otis, Frank Bennett, and Big George.
4. What is ironic about the ending of the Frank Bennet murder story?
Idgie was somewhat part of the murder because her and Big George did barbecue Frank's body which means that they were part of the murder by cleaning up the evidence.
5. Which was your favorite vignette in the movie and why?
The vignette I liked the most would have to be the one where the Idgie makes the fried green tomatos and Ruth thinks they are terrible. The reason being is because it shows their honesty in their friendship and the fun they can still have. Its also the title of the movie which shows how the movie got its name.
6. I want you to think about the relationship between viewing the vignette and reading it. One of the purposes behind viewing this movie, was to begin to think about storytelling. How do you describe something in such as way as to bring it to life for your reader? How do you balance description with thoughts and dialogue? (You don't have to answer those, just be thinking about them). You do need to choose one part of a vignette from the movie and write a one 1/2 page (200-300 word) snapshot that would fit into the vignette you chose.
[SNAPSHOT VIGNETTE]Idgie with her sun blonde hair stood in the kitchen of the café and began to slowly fry up some fried green tomatoes. Ruth was standing opposite of her fixing up some of the homemade pies that the town just loved. The summer breeze blew in from the back door where Big George and Mrs. Otis would enter in. The café was just as busy as it had even been.
“Hey. Try these Ruth. You are just gunna love them.” Idgie spoke.
As Ruth gave her a look of uncertainty she took a fork to one of the mystery foods still frying in the pan.
“So, watcha think?”
Ruth stood there and chewed the fried green tomato slowly. She didn’t want to put it down but she knew Idgie was watching.
“Come on. What do you think? Do you like them?” Idgie kept egging on.
“There good.” Ruth muttered.
“Yeah, now what do you really think?” Idgie insisted.
Ruth did not want to be rude by she began to laugh and looked at Idgie, “They’re terrible.”
The two began to giggle a little. Idgie got a bit of a smirk and walked back to her stove top. Without a hesitation she turned back around with a cup full of water and splashed it at Ruth. Ruth, surprised by the action Idgie had taken decided to take revenge, so she too grabbed a pitcher loaded full of water and splashed it back at Idgie wetting her whole back.
“Well alright. If that’s how you want to play then here you go,” Idgie picked up some berries from Ruth’s pies and smeared the blue color all over her clean face. The contents of food began to be tossed and shoved into each others faces. The bit of the kitchen the girls were in was eventually covered with flour, berries, chocolate, water, and other fruits and vegetables.
“Now what is going on,” said the Sheriff.
The two girls came up laughing hysterically at what they had done and just laughed in his face. Their faces were covered with so much “schmeg-ma” that you couldn’t even see their bright eyes.
“Well now Mr. Sheriff, you just gunna have to arrest us aren’t you?” Idgie comically spoke.
“Oh no. You just let me take care of this Idgie.” Ruth replied with a look of suspicion on her face. “I think that Mr. Sheriff here wants to join in on the little fun don’t ya?” From behind her back Ruth picked up a frosting spreader loaded with homemade chocolate icing and wiped it all down Mr. Sheriff’s face. The two girls couldn’t believe what they had done and kept laughing and snorting.
Friday, February 29, 2008
SNAPSHOT! Injury
On a day where the wind blew extravagantly I, Samantha, injured myself. As usual the crowd of peanut butter jelly sandwich kids played hide and go seek. I couldn't seem to stay in the game. I pouted my little Sketcher shoed feet on the Spring green grass and told all the other kids that It wasn't fair. It wasn't fait that I had no good hiding places and I got seeked first; of course it probably didn't help when I wore a bright red, scruffy play shirt. So with the cooperation of all the other elementary school kids we played hide and go seek in partners. I thought my group would win since I had the oldest kid. He helped me hid and run through the yard without getting caught. Before we began my stomach growled loudly, I became extremely hungry. The growling roared like a lion and tickled me tummy. So I went into my neighbors breshly cleaned house to eat a scrumptous strawberry flavored waffer cookie. I quickly grabbed the waffle texturized cookie and rain out into the ghastly wind. My partner, Jeff, grabbed my arm and we ran from the seeker like a herd of antelope running from a lion. As we ran on the slick grey floor of the garage we came nearing the door. As the wind blew at its best right when I was running through it, it grabbed the door and slammed it right on my fingers. The door set frozen on my fingers with the strawberry waffer cookie crumbling in between the door as well. The pain came flying down my arm and into my fingers. The color of red blood formed around the frame of the door. My voice squeled loudly and I couldn't quite breathe. The cookie no longer in the place of my hands rested on the grass floor as my fingers were mangled and red, almost like spaghetti.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Journal Entry #2
The night is young and Megan and I begin to get ready. Blush powder and Kenra brand hairspray fill the air. We both take a step out of the room to catch a wimpse of fresh air. The radio begins to play one of the hottest songs out there and we jump up and begin dancing and singing along. The rest of the girls keep texting us saying that we are late. We quickly dress ourselves in the latest fashion and throw on a few beaded accessories. As we head out the door Megans mom yells a curfew, but of course we "don't hear it".
Driving down the road we become excited and anxious to get to dinner. We blare our favorite music on the radio and dance while carefully driving. The text messages keep flying into my inbox with rude messages, "you better be here soon". I reply politely letting the other groupies know that we are on the way and to hold their horses, I mean the birthday girl is allowed to be late, fashionably late that is.
Finally we find a parking spot miles away from the restaurant. We hurriedly run through the parking lot to meet the girl a few minutes, more like fifteen minutes, late. As we turn around the corner we run into two slow walking guys. The four of us stop in our tracks and I get this "hello what are you thinking" look on my face. The guys take a look at us and smile. Megan and I smile back and accept each others apologies. Those guys were not only beautiful but sweet as can be. This little incident of course made us eighteen minutes late which by then we didn't care.
Approaching the table full of our closest friends Megan takes a deep breathe and takes another step forward to be surprised by the yell of, "Happy Birthday Megan!" Her body jumps and she has the biggest grin on her face. Everyone was there, dressed to impress and happy as can be. Besides the fact that I was jokingly yelled at for making the birthday girl late, everyone was glad to see me too. The dinner plans turned out amazing and the food tasted fantastic. I was so happy to make Megan's birthday an extravaganza. This is something she really needed, Megan had had a rough year with her parents and the, what we now call, LAMO boyfriend, Megans smile needed to be rejuvinated.
Driving down the road we become excited and anxious to get to dinner. We blare our favorite music on the radio and dance while carefully driving. The text messages keep flying into my inbox with rude messages, "you better be here soon". I reply politely letting the other groupies know that we are on the way and to hold their horses, I mean the birthday girl is allowed to be late, fashionably late that is.
Finally we find a parking spot miles away from the restaurant. We hurriedly run through the parking lot to meet the girl a few minutes, more like fifteen minutes, late. As we turn around the corner we run into two slow walking guys. The four of us stop in our tracks and I get this "hello what are you thinking" look on my face. The guys take a look at us and smile. Megan and I smile back and accept each others apologies. Those guys were not only beautiful but sweet as can be. This little incident of course made us eighteen minutes late which by then we didn't care.
Approaching the table full of our closest friends Megan takes a deep breathe and takes another step forward to be surprised by the yell of, "Happy Birthday Megan!" Her body jumps and she has the biggest grin on her face. Everyone was there, dressed to impress and happy as can be. Besides the fact that I was jokingly yelled at for making the birthday girl late, everyone was glad to see me too. The dinner plans turned out amazing and the food tasted fantastic. I was so happy to make Megan's birthday an extravaganza. This is something she really needed, Megan had had a rough year with her parents and the, what we now call, LAMO boyfriend, Megans smile needed to be rejuvinated.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
SNAPSHOT! very personal(but i'm okay with it)
Intense Moment:
I remember sitting in my, at the time, pastel purple room working diligently on my seventh grade math homework. It was a nornal day, so I thought, until my dad came home early. He was kind of feeling out of the ordinary and got the urge to actually get the mail. He noticed something odd, a letter that made him feel funny. So he opened the mystery piece of mail. Not too long after my mother walked in the door after her long day and saw my dad just kind of looking over the mail. She felt like something was wrong when my dad didn't even acknowledege her. All of a sudden I hear my dad ask my mom to sit at the table with her. I become suspicious so I quietly set down my pencil and walk to my bed. The walls at my house are pretty lame so I hear everything downstairs. I sat holding my breathe so I wouldn't miss a word and heard my parents arguing and yelling and arguing and some more yelling. I could hear my brother turn up the volume on his TV, he too was sitting in his room but unlike me he didn't care to hear it. I was so noisy and I wished I hadn't been. I actually wished I hadn't even been there that night. My stomach became tight and my mouth ran dry as I still sat and listened for over an hour. Finally, my eyes begin to gently water when I hear my mother sobbing too. All I hear is, "I'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry." This makes me feel sick on my stomach, because I know something BAD is happening. As I anticiapate my mom or dad to stop talking, I hear my mom rush outside with the dooor slamming behind her. Her black Conocorde Chrysler starts up and she pulls out of he driveway. I feel like the air is thick and I can't gasp any of it. I want to run after her and go with her but my body freezes in amazement. Could this really be happening to my family? As I grow angry and red in the face my hands become clamy and I start to pack my own duffle bag thinking like i'm going to run away...not. I hear saddened foot steps come down the hall and into my room. It's my dad, tall and skinny, with the look of depression on his face. He quietly calls my brother into my room and lets us know what is happening. I pour out in tears and feel even sicker on my stomach. My dad comforts me and lets us both know things will get better and will be okay. The intensity of that night was high, with heart pounding adreneline, sweaty palms, and tears pouring like Niagara Falls, I knew this moment was perfect to type.
I remember sitting in my, at the time, pastel purple room working diligently on my seventh grade math homework. It was a nornal day, so I thought, until my dad came home early. He was kind of feeling out of the ordinary and got the urge to actually get the mail. He noticed something odd, a letter that made him feel funny. So he opened the mystery piece of mail. Not too long after my mother walked in the door after her long day and saw my dad just kind of looking over the mail. She felt like something was wrong when my dad didn't even acknowledege her. All of a sudden I hear my dad ask my mom to sit at the table with her. I become suspicious so I quietly set down my pencil and walk to my bed. The walls at my house are pretty lame so I hear everything downstairs. I sat holding my breathe so I wouldn't miss a word and heard my parents arguing and yelling and arguing and some more yelling. I could hear my brother turn up the volume on his TV, he too was sitting in his room but unlike me he didn't care to hear it. I was so noisy and I wished I hadn't been. I actually wished I hadn't even been there that night. My stomach became tight and my mouth ran dry as I still sat and listened for over an hour. Finally, my eyes begin to gently water when I hear my mother sobbing too. All I hear is, "I'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry." This makes me feel sick on my stomach, because I know something BAD is happening. As I anticiapate my mom or dad to stop talking, I hear my mom rush outside with the dooor slamming behind her. Her black Conocorde Chrysler starts up and she pulls out of he driveway. I feel like the air is thick and I can't gasp any of it. I want to run after her and go with her but my body freezes in amazement. Could this really be happening to my family? As I grow angry and red in the face my hands become clamy and I start to pack my own duffle bag thinking like i'm going to run away...not. I hear saddened foot steps come down the hall and into my room. It's my dad, tall and skinny, with the look of depression on his face. He quietly calls my brother into my room and lets us know what is happening. I pour out in tears and feel even sicker on my stomach. My dad comforts me and lets us both know things will get better and will be okay. The intensity of that night was high, with heart pounding adreneline, sweaty palms, and tears pouring like Niagara Falls, I knew this moment was perfect to type.
Journal Entry #1
If love were real....
I'll know when it comes:
the heart clenching feeling when hands are held,
the butterflies in my stomach, the tingle of that meaningful
kiss and the shiver of a carefree life.
If love were real....
It wouldn't hide behind a tree and jump out
ever so often. It won't play a game of hid and go seek,
it will stand boldly in front of me with a tender heart
and a lending hand. It will never walk away or hide. Its' truth will
unfold before me and pour its meaning into my own heart.
If love were real.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Who Am I
I am confident
I am strong
I am willing
I am BOLD
I am contagious
I am loved
I am atheletic
I am tough on myself
I am female
I am independent
I am a SENIOR
I am a suck up
I am a leader
I am a perfectionist
I want peace
I need advice
I need friends
I need money
I can be funny
I can be mean
I can be bossy
I love my friends
I love my family
I love my prized possessions
I love to dance
I love to "sing"
I love to go out
I love to dress up
I love to shop
I love to be myself
I do get confused
I do ask questions
I do make mistakes
I am controlling
I am flirtatious
I am caring
I am responsible
I am true
I am Sam.
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