writing as a gift

Dear Carissa,

I know how much you like cute boys and cats so I put a bunch of animals and Ian Somerholder on the envelope thing, so I hope you enjoy it. We’ve been friends since the second half of 5^th grade, which makes it about 8 years now that we have been besties. There is so much that we’ve done and much of it would be inappropriate to include in this letter but you know what happened, and it’s all definitely what made how I am today. Which is why I’m an awful person; but all in all I’m actually pretty happy that we were able to stay close friends for so long and I enjoy the time that we spend together. And the thing I think that I love most about our friendship is how we respect each other, and that we are so entirely different from one another. We aren’t those friends that you see that are basically the same person which makes me really happy. I just hope we will be able to maintain a friendship past high school and college (so we should definitely get an apartment in a couple years after OTC. We can smoke hookah and drink out of fine wine glasses and have raging Netflix parties because we can’t have real parties because we don’t have any other friends.) You have no idea how much that idea makes me excited except that I’ll probably just be watching star trek half the time on my computer so hopefully we won’t become too overwhelmingly tired of one another. All in all you probably won’t ever be able to get rid of me ever. Even when were old as hell ill still always find some way to contact you whether it be through phone or text, or me breaking into your house and kidnapping you I’ll always be around. This is not a friendship I’m willing to give up on, unless you kill my family or something.

                                                                                                                                Merry Christmas bb,

                                                                                                                                From Desiree bb

(Writing) about a boy

“I am not a sheep.”

Me neither.

Sheep have four legs while I have two. Sheep have hooves while I have hands. Sheep give wool whereas I do not. I am not a sheep because I’m not white. If anything I refuse to be herded anywhere and eat grass from the plains and go “baaa” for if I did I can surely assure you that I would be put in the loony bin, and I wouldn’t  be here writing why I am not a sheep. It should be pretty obvious after all. The biological make up of a sheep is very different compared to a human, yes we both have blood and a heart and the hearts are very similar and all, both having left and right atriums and ventricles and valves and what not pumping blood throughout the body because our blood wouldn’t be able to do it by itself because of this lovely thing called gravity. But more to the point I can assure you I am not a sheep because look at my face with my fur and my oblong eyes, and my snout with my mane of wool around my body and my four hooves; oh wait…. So I might be a little bit like a sheep.

12/2

12 places i would take 2 people to

• i would go to London with Carissa and Benedict Cumberbatch because carissa is my best friend and benedict lives there already so he could give us a personal tour and we could look at his beautiful eyes all day long.
• i would go to Mars with my friends ally girton and simin wu because they know a lot about mars and i think they would really enjoy it.
• i would go to hogwarts castle with my cousins ally and shawn because we all grew up together loving harry potter.
• i would also go home with my parents cause they feed me and i can sleep a lot there
• i would go to the hungar games arena with trevor cobb and jared draper so we could all kill eachother cause what else are friends for?
• i would then travel to comic con with carissa and my cousin ally
• then i would take a small detour to hell with jensen ackles and jared padaleki  because they've been there a few times and know their way around.
• then id go to disney world with my cousin ally and shawn
• i would then travel to see the ball dro in new york city with my mom and dad
• once im 21 i'll travel to vegas with my grandparents on my dad's side because they really like it there and i enjoy spending time with them
• i would travel to skyrim with andy and carissa because it would be scary and having my closest friends readily to use as a shield would be fantastic.
• lastly i would go to heaven with Jesus and baby Jesus because god bless.

12 actors and two movies/tv shows they were great in:

• Benedict Cumberbatch: Sherlock, Star Trek
• Jensen Ackles: Supernatural, the Days of our Lives
• Jared Padalecki: Supernatural, Gilmore Girls
• Martin Freeman: Sherlock, The Hobbit
• David Tennant: Doctor Who, Harry Potter
• Misha Collins: Supernatural, Girl, Interrupted
• Lauren Cohan: The Walking Dead, Supernatural
• John Barrowman: Doctor Who, Torchwood
• Elijah wood: Lord of the rings, spy kids
• Orlando Bloom: Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Caribbean
• Johnny Depp: Pirates of the Caribbean, Sweeny Todd
• Helena Bonham Carter: Harry Potter, Sweeny Todd
• Chris Pine: Star Trek, Princess Diaries
• Zachary Quinto: American Horror story, Star Trek
• Robert Pattison: Harry Potter, Water for Elephants

Food inspried

Although small, these chocolate mice mean a lot to me. Every year for Christmas my grandma and I always make these little mice together. She always dips the cherry in the chocolate while I assemble the ears and the face together. I've always enjoyed making them with her because I feel like I don't spend a whole lot of time seeing her because of how busy I am on a day to day basis leaves me little time to visit, so Christmas is when I'm finally able to be with my family and spend quality time with them even though I don't necessarily enjoy cooking or baking, these are easy and fast to make. I feel as though my family may not be as traditional every year for Christmas, like we don't have a set date to put up the Christmas tree, and we don't always wait till morning to open our presents; but I always make time for making these treats with my grandmother. They’ve been our tradition ever since I can remember them, even when my grandparents used to live in Texas and they would come here for the holidays she would always bring these mice that she made the day before so we could have them while we celebrate Christmas.

 

I also feel as though I have a lot of food connections with my grandma on my dad’s side because she really loves to cook, she’s always cooked the best things I can remember from enchilada Wednesdays to back bone soup most of her dishes are that of more Mexican cultured, being that my dad’s side of the family derives from both Mexico and Spain so naturally most of the meals we do eat usually have the stereotypical rice and beans on the side. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t open to trying new things, like my mom’s corn beef and cabbage that she grew up with, and her meat loaf or Sheppard’s pie. So I guess it really just depends on who’s cooking supper that day, but in the end that bowl of guacamole looks pretty good.

Movie Quiz Results

YOUR PERSONALITY
Take a look at how you scored on the Big Five personality dimensions below.
Your scores, compared with the responses of other people, suggest that you may be described as follows:

YOU ARE 50% EXTRAVERTED. You are moderate in activity and enthusiasm. You enjoy the company of others but you also value your privacy.

YOU ARE 83% AGREEABLE. You are generally warm, trusting, and agreeable, but you can sometimes be stubborn and competitive.

YOU ARE 42% CONSCIENTIOUS. You are easygoing, not very well organized, and sometimes careless. You prefer not to make plans.

YOU ARE 67% EMOTIONALLY STABLE. You are generally calm and able to deal with stress, but you sometimes experience feelings of guilt, anger and sadness.

YOU ARE 83% OPEN TO NEW EXPERIENCES. You are practical but willing to consider new ways of doing things. You try to seek a balance between the old and the new.

My Dog Lima (children's story)

My dog Lima liked to roam. One day Lima left his home. he came back all nice and clean, where oh where had Lima been?

 

My dog pinto likes to roam. One day Pinto left his home. He came back all nice and clean, where oh where had Pinto been?

 

My dog Coffee likes to roam. One day Coffee left her home. she came back all nice and clean,  where oh where has Coffee been?

 

My dog Jelly likes to roam. One day Jelly left his home. he came back all nice and clean where oh where had Jelly been?

 

My dog Green likes to roam. One day Green left his home. he came back all nice and clean, where oh where had Green been?

 

My dog Soy likes to roan. One day Soy left her home. she came back all nice and clean, where oh where had Soy been?

 

This is moo photo poem ( and prose)

             

                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                                    mo       mo
                                                                                                                  m moo moo 
                                                                                                                mooo moo moo 
                                                                                                               m moo moo moo moo
                                                                                                               moo moo moo moo mooo
                                           moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo mooo
                                    m  mo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo mooo
                                 mo mo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo  moo moo
                               m    moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
                              m    moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
                             m      moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
                             m      moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo  mo
                             m      oomooooo              moo moo moo moo                    moo mo
                             m      moo mooo                  moo moo moo                        moomo
                                      moo moo                      o      o      o                           moooo
                                      moo moo                                                                   moooo
                                      moo moo                                                                   moom
                                      moo moo                                                                   moom
         moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
         moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
         moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
         moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
         moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
         moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
         moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
         moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo
                                                                        *sizzling meat*




Prose:
Moo moo mooooooo moooooooooooooo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moooooo mooo moo
moo moo moooo. moo moo moo moo, moo. moo moo moo moo moooo; moo moo moo. moo moo moo moo moooooooooooooo moo moo mo moooo moooo mmmooooooo. moo moo " moo moo moo" moo moo: moo moo, moo, moooooo, moo moo. moo moo moo moo moo (moooooooooo) moo moo moo moo, mooo mooo moooo. moooo moo moo mooo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo; moo moo moo moo mooooooo moo moo moo. "Mooo moo moooooooo!" *sizzling meat*

Knuffle Bunny

• Title of book: Knuffle Bunny
• Author of Book: Mo Willems
• The author's bio is located at the back of the book and it says that Mo Willems has won six Emmy awards for his writing on sesame street, the creator of Cartoon Network's Sheep in the big city, and is head writer of Codename: kids next door
  
• the cover of the book is an actual black and white photo of a staircase leading to a house with a chain fence located at the base of the staircase in New York where there is a person shown from the waist down who is wearing blue jeans and brown shoes. The person shown as a male has a watch on his hand that is patting the little girl's head shown in front of the man's legs. the little girl has three tufts of blonde hair on the top of her head, big round eyes, a pointy nose, a big smiling grin with three teeth on the top of her mouth and two located on the bottom, she is also wearing a pink shirt with matching shoes and orange overalls with red-orange buttons. And lastly, in her right arm she is shown holding a cream colored stuffed rabbit (Knuffle Bunny).
• number of pages: 18
• Characters: Trixie, Mom, and Dad (and Knuffle bunny although an inanimate object is still really important to Trixie, might as well be a real person to her.)
• Setting: a house, a park, and a Laundromat located in New York
• Summary: Trixie and her dad went to a local Laundromat to do their laundry but when her dad wasn't looking he accidentally put Knuffle bunny into the washing machine. On their way home Trixie realized what had happened and tried to tell her dad, but since she's only a little girl she can only speak gibberish. When they got home her mom realized what the problem was so the whole family ran back to the Laundromat to retrieve Knuffle bunny, which inevitably were Trixie's first words.
• This book technically has an animal character (Knuffle bunny)
• this book doesn't use rhyme
• This book didn't really teach a lesson of some kind unless you're a parent, then the lesson is to listen to your kids and pay attention to what you put in the washing machine.
• this book didn't have ay monsters in it.
• this book did have a kid as a character.
• this book did contain adults as characters.
• this book did use humor.
• this book did have illustrations.
• this book did use color, as well as black and white.
• this book did use actual photos.
• this book did have a sort of sentimental/ lovely tone.
• there were not a lot of words per page
• there wasn't a word or phrase repeated throughout the book
• most favorite/interesting sentence: "Aggle Flaggle Klabble!" 
• recommended age for this book: 2-5
• why?: Because it talks about Trixie's first words.
• yes, I believe I would have liked this book as a kid.
• Why?: because I really liked stuffed animals, especially bunnies.

Childhood Memories

1.) I don't think i really have a childhood memory that sticks out the most, but rather just random memories that i can remember from when i was younger. I don't really remember much but what i do all sticks out to me the earliest memory i do have must've been from when i was a baby because that's when my parents have said it came from when i described what i remembered to them. the memory was that i was sitting on my dad's lap while he was playing a computer game in a white living room; the carpet was white and the walls were white and there was a single tan couch against the back wall. The desk was black that the monitor part of the computer stood on and it was metal framed. That's pretty much all i remember from when i lived in California was the apartment that my parents lived in while they were in the Navy.

2.) My mom was probably the most important person to me back then, i was attached at her hip and i was really shy. she was also going through college when i was around so i don't think i made it easy on her to say the least. I remember that we would always watch Barney together no matter how much she didn't like it; she even took me to see all of the Barney movies that were made.

3.)If i could have been granted adulthood as a child i would probably have used it up by now on something like what we were going to have for dinner(candy), and things like going to bed at a later time, and especially not taking a bath because I'm the adult and i can do whatever i want. But if i could use the childhood card as an adult i would spend it when I'm really REALLY old, like near death old so i could relive memories and remember what it was to feel younger again. (although I'd probably just sleep anyway, but at least I'd have no responsibilities for the time being)

4.) i moved around a lot, and my friends have always stayed kind of the same (Carissa and I have been friends since 5th grade, i think that's seven years..) So I've never had to really loose a close friend due to outgrowing each other; but if i had to choose one person it would probably have to me Kim Thomas. she's probably the one person whom I've made friends with in 6th grade who changed the most, we don't even glance over in each others direction anymore.

6.) I loved the TV shows: The Rugrats, Courage the cowardly dog, tele tubbies, Barney, Elmo, hey Arnold!, Ed Edd and Eddy, the Power puff girls, Invader Zim, Dora the explorer, catdog, the wild thornberrys, as told by ginger, Lizzie McGuire, Phil of the future, and so many more~ and yeah, i would probably watch  a remake if someone decided to do one of any of the cartoons, i mean, i watch all the remade star trek movies....

Spooky Share

I really liked how Natalie M.'s story was a mystery story, and I felt like the picture she choose went really well with the story plot. Savanna's story although short, kept me very entertained thought the entire thing, can't wait till the story comes to a full resolution ( also I really enjoyed her magic tree frog poem that she wrote). although there wasn't a story for me to read on Teyondra's blog I felt like their idea of Halloween seemed very down to earth and they seem like a very all around nice person. Happy Halloween!!!!!

The Pizza Man

 

*note this is an unfinished piece, sorry I haven't edited it yet either so yeah...*

~~~Back-story~~~

“I learned that from the pizza man” Cas slurred as he broke the kiss, referring to an inappropriate movie he had seen whilst flipping through the channels at the motel where Sam and Dean were staying at. Now, an angel shouldn’t have relations with any demon, but Meg was different. Meg would help the Winchesters against Crowley, another demon who calls himself the king of hell; But Meg didn’t help them because it was the right thing to do necessarily, rather that she really didn’t like Crowley but nonetheless she developed a bond with the Winchesters especially since they both had the same motives most of the time. Clarence, as Meg would call Cas seemed to have a certain attraction for Meg and her for him as well; though it appeared to be something deeper, that it was their love for Sam and Dean that brought them together.    

~~~End Back-story~~~

 

 

            Desperately trying to find the angel tablet, only Meg knows where it would be, being the only one who has been around long enough, and who isn’t dead yet which is why the Winchesters are trying to find her, but when he did it was too late. Crowley had gotten to her already as the scar marks and stab wounds indicate “I still didn’t tell him” said retorted, her eyes still swollen closed and although her voice was raspy, there was still that undeniable trademark tone of sass lurking between words “Tell Clarence I’ll catch the pizza man later” and with that her black demon eyes became glassy, almost doll like, and her red hair matted heavily obvious with long term torture, undoubtedly Crowley’s work. It always came down to this, every friend, every family member always died. Yet every time, Dean especially couldn’t help but feel torn and loose that much more hope for this already devastated world. The truth was even though he tried to stay positive, Dean just couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, and he can’t even imagine it. Sam on the other hand is motivated by the light, he knows it’s there and he’s moved by it, which baffles Dean because they’ve been through some crap that not just any everyday Joe goes through, not even every hunter. And looking back on the past they remember when their biggest concern was when their dad had gone on a hunt and hadn’t been back in a few days. But what life did they really have? Going from motel to motel, eating only fast food, life on the road, almost getting killed by just about every supernatural creature, stealing credit cards because this job doesn’t pay anything, fake ids; these were the reasons why Dean sought it difficult to keep persevering, but why Sam does. But right now instead of grieving they needed to find that tablet, that tablet when given to the wrong hands could potentially turn the earth into a literal hell. Sam had become so weak though, from doing the demon trials to close the gates of hell. It was a struggle for Dean to see Sam this way because he never wanted his brother to go through this; it was supposed to be him. All he ever wanted for Sam was to go to college like he had wanted to, and to have a family, and live in a nice house; he could see a future for Sam. That’s why now he would do anything to help. Family always came first, that’s how it’s always been, ever since Dean was little and his dad made him take care of his little brother. It was always shoot first ask questions later, which was how they survived and kept each other alive.

~~~~~~

 

It came to the point where Sam was now on the last trial for shutting the gates of hell, and he never looked worse. Sam's health had increasingly deteriorated due to the lengthy processes the trials demanded. Cas had the angel tablet now and left the Winchesters behind for their own safety, and for the safety of the angel tablet as well so neither Crowley nor Naomi, an angel who took over heaven. Cas had teamed up with another angel named Metatron to save heaven, and then the unthinkable happened. Cas and Metatron were doing trials to save heaven, and bring peace to the world but Metatron had crossed Cas and then.. the angels started to fall. Heaven was locked out forcing angels into our world. Good intentions or not.

Trick-or-Treat

Recipe:
1 pound of sugar
1 pound of spice
1 pound of everything nice
anD A VAT OF CHEMICAL X

• mix together the sugar, spice, and everything nice
• once mixed break open that vat of chemical x
• !!!DO NOT CONSUME POTION!!!
• this is the perfect recipe for three little super power girls, upon consumption will result in fatal illness which could later become causes of death.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

A List of Past Halloween Costumes worn by me that I can remember:

• skunk
• peter pan
• Cinderella
• Snow White
• devil
• pop star
• vampire
• witch
• clown
• robber
• mummy
• farmer

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

As I looked at the Jack-o-Lantern, it seemed to be looking back at me. Then I began to wonder what was in that candy in which the old man had given us. I didn't feel good and by the looks that the pumpkin was giving me I probably didn't look so good either. As I attempt to gather my bearings I notice my peers are as well experiencing the same symptoms as I am currently experiencing which confirms my suspicions that the old man had given us tainted candy on this Halloween night. Parents and teachers always talked about letting them check your candy before you eat it because of people who would put things like razorblades or poison in treats and then give them to kids like us, but we always though "oh, it couldn't happen to me" but look at us now. Wasted on the pavement in the drive way of the neighboring house, my group lay unable to move, like myself, due to the affects of the poison. At that moment I began to become unable to keep my eyes open any longer and that's when I heard it, the footsteps, undeniably that of the old man that gave us the candy. I heard him take each one of my friends into his house until only I was left outside, and I tried my best to open my eyes and move my numb body to safety but it was too late. he dragged me and left me somewhere in his house, probably the basement on account that I could feel him drag me down some stairs. And that was the last anyone would hear of me,  the last that I was ever going to be outside again, the last time I was ever going to be free. No one would know what ever happened to that one girl in math class, all they would know is that she was gone possibly forever. All their parents would spend countless nights awake looking for their lost children, blaming themselves for not going with them "come on! we're responsible!" they had said and their parents reluctant "well... alright, I love you be safe." speech they had given them before they left will forever haunt their memories.



Music is always the answer (part2)

• it really depends on which genre of music I'm listening to evoke certain emotions, but I really enjoy listening to instrumental pieces because it makes me feel "real"
• my favorite song changes just about everyday but today I'm feeling the song London calling; its an instrumental piece that I really enjoy, its from star trek but it really is very beautiful and I wouldn't have guessed it was from star trek if I hadn't already known.
• my taste of music has changed over the years from god awful to almost hippy really chill music.
• my friends listen to some songs that I like but over all I think that we all have very different tastes and listen to different types of music because we are different people and not all friends need to listen to the same sort of music to get along. its when a friend insults your taste and preferences in music and argue that theirs is better than yours that makes people not friends.
• music for me, offers a place for my thoughts and feelings to go and be inspired and relax a moment.
• I don't think I'd want to be a musician professionally because I am currently a musician and although I love it I can't commit to it.

music is always the answer

• 80s pop and new wave music reminds Srta. Hoover of her childhood, while rock n' roll and pop music reminds me of mine.
• B. Manolo is Mrs. A's favorite singer because she's gone to many of their concerts and she really likes the style of music they play. My favorite singer or group really depends on what I feel like listening to that day- however I don't think I really have one because I like to listen to various songs all with different music styles, but I think I prefer instrumental music the most.
• The song I Hope You Dance by Leanne Wallmack reminds Mrs. A of her family. The song video killed the radio star reminds me of my family because when I was little my parents would lay that in the car a lot and we would all sing together.
• Srta. Hoover does go to concerts and she says that any concerts that are outside are all memorable for her.
  
  The kind of "concerts" I go to are theatrical plays rather than bands or singers, I've seen The Lion King, Oklahoma, Oliver, The Nutcracker and I've played in a few plays here at school in the pit such as Phantom of the Opera, Pirates of Penzance, and currently I am in Spamalot. All the plays I've seen are memorable for me in different ways and I like every one in different ways too.
• Srta. Hoover normally doesn't listen to the radio in her car,  she prefers to listen to her own music whether it be on a CD or her iPod. I like to listen to the stations 99.9, 106.7, 96.5, 92.9, and many others; It just depends on if that station is playing any songs that I like.
  
• Mrs. Thater said that the band Kiss was very controversial/offensive to some when she was growing up, and the only type of music that offends her is music that degrades women and treats them like objects. I don't really remember there being any controversial music when I was growing up because maybe it was the way my parents raised me, but music is all expression and they taught me to respect every body's opinion. I remember though, that everyone really liked the blue song (Im blue da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da ba dee Da ba di da ba dee da ba di )
• Mrs. Thater doesn't refuse any type of music, she's willing to try it out but she'll never just refuse to listen to something just because its a certain genre or because of a group or singer sings it; and In that I believe that her and I are alike in trying new things.

Works by Edward Hopper

There once was a man who never though to make much of himself. sure he went through his schooling and had his parents there for him when he needed them, but he never intended to make much of his life due to lack of motivation that the world seemed to leave out for him. merely just existing now- no family, friends, or relatives for his parents had passed on around his early thirties. currently living in his abandoned box cart he found along an empty train track route that just like him has been left alone in the world with not much, if anything at all to offer. "Maybe he'll change." they said as he grew up "It's just a phase", but no; Not with the world we live in today. Is there really purpose for this one man? everyday people grow up to go to school everyday, until they're old enough then they say "go to college, and educate yourself." then that person has debt from "educating themselves" and then goes on to work. This person works all day, and for what? To pay off their debt that they got from going onto college to receive an education. and now the person is old and decides to retire, with what really that the person achieved in life? making money? getting a nice house? "Materialistic fundamentals are not worthy enough to be living for." the hobo says, " And yet people still ask me why I didn't do something with my life, when all along they saw I had nothing to offer."

Poems for Paintings

You Can't Repeat The past

 

Feeling foolish for remembering

but I just can't seem to let it go

about what happened a thousand years ago

I'm trying to forget it all

and simply just have a ball

I came here to have fun

this is all so dumb...

maybe it's a sign

but for now I'll just sit here and dine

because I've had a little too much wine

I should really drink some coffee

while I think about you and me

 

Of Corse You Can Repeat the Past, Old Sport 

 

Sitting here Like we always used to do

at our favorite restaurant here, just after two

When I would look into your eyes

and my stomach would swarm with butterflies

I would order my usual hot green tea

while you always got the black coffee

no cream, or sugar, always bitter

which is more or less how it ended

well dear, I know we've been better

which is why I will always show up here

and wait for the better life we always had planned together

 

art(walk)

Life on The Sea ( a Tonka)

wandering the sea

no true direction is set

waiting and watching

maybe one day they will bite

but for now they keep swimming

Window Poem

 

Straight ahead I see the untold adventures that deep space holds

there are new stars and galaxies making today different

sometimes following protocol can be rewarding

sometimes you need to know when to break the rules

you can't always see it, but you know it's out there

whether it be here or there, only your heart can tell

when traveling at warp speed to a new adventure

and boldly go where no one has gone before.

6 word memoirs

I came in like a wrecking-ball

 

My life is like a fart

 

I believe that we will win

I like to watch cat videos

 

Trek yourself before you wreck yourself

 

Who cares, we got a medal!

 

Dream Pillow

 

Lumpy and wrinkled

fear of demons in nightmares

causes restless sleep

 

maybe they will stop

and give me one night of rest

I need to have hope

 

how unbearable

having demons linger in

am I in too deep?

 

hoping and dreaming

that someday I will be free

is it possible?

 

Continuous fear

Of the inevitable

Compresses my dreams

 

Though I can’t see it

I know it’s out there somewhere

Because I can feel

 

The light is out there

Waiting for me to find it

And bring me back home

 

Sure I am still scared

But I will still go to bed

Because I have hope

 

I have hope today

And tomorrow I will too

That’s all one needs

 

To keep faith in life

Can be difficult with time

Become consuming

 

But I see the light

Now I just have to get there

And this too shall pass

A bright future

In my future, I intend to go to a good college to receive an equally good education so I can do something in my life and also obtain a job.

 

In my future I will be sure to keep a sense of humor so I don't take everything quite so seriously, but also know when to be serious enough as to not offend anyone or become considered a clown of sorts.

In my future I also plan on having pets, I've come to love the ferrets that I currently own and I can't see me ever not having them. So it's going to happen, I'm going to own 183473845 ferrets. I may or may not be exaggerating, but I'm at least going to own 2. other than that I don't really know what else I have planned in my future because if there's one thing I've learned is that plans hardly ever work out; things change and so do people so sometimes you just got to go with the flow of things and it'll all eventually work out.



Black out Poem

it feels awful not to trust the people you love. not that the truth provided us with any great comfort. she knew this had to stop. i told her it was her responsibility.

Just Desert

She thought she was okay, that moving here would bring about a fresh new start with her family. After all this was where she could picture raising her kids, baking pies and leaving them on the windowsill to cool, being a stay at home sort of mom; until one afternoon when she woke to find herself in the kitchen, body numb holding a knife up to a ripened pumpkin. She lowered the knife and it grew even brighter. She didn’t know why she was doing these things, why she was moving without her consent; saying these things without knowing why she was doing all of this. It was like being behind a blurry TV screen, just watching and waiting for what twists and turns this new plot was going to take her. Why couldn’t she control her body, and more importantly what was controlling her if she wasn’t? She was trapped inside her own mind, forced to take part in these actions she had not given consent to and do some unearthly creatures bidding like what she was about to do. She couldn’t quite see what she was doing but she knew there was a knife and a pumpkin. Her body slowly brought the knife closer and closer to the skin of the fruit, and when she did the brighter the pumpkin became. Saying it was unusual would have been the understatement of the year. All she’d ever wanted was a simple, normal life out in the country in a nice house with some chickens and cows where she could feel completely relaxed with her family. She imagined being happy out in the sun, with a nice summer breeze when she was reminded of the reality of the situation and realized that she may never get to become herself again. What would happen to her dream? To her family? Her children? What would they think of their mother? That she just went crazy? Would they ever know that she was being possessed and that wasn’t actually her? Or worse… would whatever is controlling her hurt the people she holds most dear? Whilst these questions were running through her brain she lowered the knife penetrating through the core of the pumpkin, and when she did she had every reason to believe something was going to go horribly wrong considering the brightness of the pumpkin had escalated to the point where she could feel it burn her eyes. And in that moment she could swear she wouldn’t even be able to remotely recognize herself maybe ever again. She felt lost in her own mind, drifting aimlessly in space. She couldn’t even remember the little things anymore like what she had for breakfast, or her 16^th birthday party,or when she got married, up to the point where she was wondering if she was ever married. She became a little consciousness merely existing in the back of her brain while she let this demon take control of her, aware and convinced that she’d never get her mind and body back; especially since she couldn’t even remember her own name now. She clings to little memory of her life before all of this happened as time passes by, unaware of her current actions as well as the time and day; it must’ve been months now, maybe even years since she cut into that pumpkin and lived a life worth living.

Story inspired by this picture:

captioned: "she lowered the knife and it grew brighter."

Favortie Quotes

Well, as you probably know by now I'm into a lot of science fiction and I make references to those shows/books/movies very frequently. Most of the time I make them in joke, but sometimes there really are some meaningful quotes that I do believe such as:

"I've never met anyone who wasn't important" -Doctor Who

I really like this quote because it gives me hope, and helps me move forward in life, much like a quote my father told me from the bible:

"This too shall pass."

This quote as well lets me move forward and encourages me that the bad times will end, sure so will the good ones but everything eventually has to end, but in that ending there is also a new beginning.

Famous First and Last Lines story

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. Though, being the Doctor and all it was my job to figure out what was happening here-and then it hit me, but as soon ans the idea reached my brain and begun to spill from my lips, Martha and i were sent back into the past."Doctor what's happening?!" a breathless Martha exclaimed to which i answered "we-ll... apparently the angles have gotten a hold of the tardis and have sent us into the past in an attempt to get inside, but fortunately for us I know someone who can help."
"The angles? like in the bible?"
"Not exactly Martha, there are these statues that appear to be angles, and appear to be statues, but actually they are one of the oldest creature still around on earth. “Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They’re creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy.” Now we need Sally Sparrow to bring us the tardis since we are so unconventionally stuck in the 1970s."
Now all i need to find are some supplies in order to send Sally a message in the only way i know she'll get it. i started the camera, handed it over to Martha and began my message for the infamous Sally Sparrow.
"Don’t blink.
Blink and you’re dead.
Don’t turn your back.
Don’t look away.
And don’t blink.
Good Luck."
Are there any questions?


    

Memorable Passage Assignment

I finished the book Heroes about a month ago and i really enjoyed it, firstly because I've seen the TV series and i really liked it, which is why i choose to read this book in the first place, and because i really enjoy science fiction books. This book follows the character Hiro Nakamura, a man trying to figure out his destiny once he finds out that he has the ability to bend time and space, and then he meets a girl named charlie who was killed the day he met her so now he's time traveled into the past to save the one he loves.

"it wasn't a fairy tale, and it didn't have a happy ending-but then again, no story did. In the end everybody dies, Hire realized. But you can be happy right up to the last page, he reminded himself. He placed a tny orange crane he'd been cradling in his hands up on the shelf, in the very center f the alter. He took a step back, and the tentative smile on his face grew strong and sure, finally reaching his eyes. It was time to go. He wanted to get away before anyone started asking too many questions. he was sure he'd created a new time line, far different from the one he had left. One with which he would be forced to live, forever. The story of Charlie's life may have been shorter than anyone in Midland would have liked, and the end might have come too quickly, but it definitely had a very happy middle. She had been happy-they had been happy together-and that's what made this story a good one."

this paragraph reminds me that you can't change the past but you can still make the most of it, to not dwell on it but remember from the past and learn from it, and most importantly to remember the good times in life over the bad ones. "i can't change the past, no matter how hard i wish."

Lines from famous books

1.) " I had the story, bit by bit, from various people and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story"

2.) This line is from the novel Ethan Frome which was published in the year 1911 by the author Edith Wharton who lived from January 24, 1862 to August 11, 1937. This author is also known for other works, including The Age of Innocence and The House of Mirth.

3.)summary: This book is about a guy named Ethan Frome who struggles to make a living as a farmer near the bleak Massachusetts town of Starkfield, while his dour wife Zeena whines and complains about her imaginary ailments.

5.) " Are there any questions?"

666.) This line is from the novel The Handmaid's tale which was published in the year 1985 by the author Margaret Artwood who lived from November 18, 1939 and is now currently 73 

7.) The Handmaid's tale is about how the government chose to control the way the community was run and control the lives of men and women and this hand maid named Offred questions society and the government, and how its run.