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.

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....

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.

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.

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.

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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

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 =]

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.