Plural noun. When a lightbulb appears over your head.
So I had this idea for a story I wanted to wright, it's about this girl who is struggling with her sexuality and other parts about herself as she goes through one year. I wanted the story to be done in a diary style, but I don't like how this format doesn't lend it's self to imagery much, so instead I thought it would be a blog, one entry for each day. I am putting up the rough draft on a blog, actually writing one post a day in this character's voice. See it here.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
A letter to Jasmin
Ok, this is like the third time I've tried to type this but because I'm not at home my stupid phone (no I didn't mean it that way, lighten up phone) is making this difficult.
All I really wanted to say was: 1.) I love what you say and reading your long posts even though I'm not actually following you because I don't have a tumblr ( gasp ) 2.) I want to thank you for helping me become better at knowing good TV, being someone else who loves the art of film (sometimes I feel we are alone in that), and most importantly for introducing me to the L Word even though my parents forbids me from watching it anymore. 3.) I would really like to talk to you some time. ......... Now I'm getting worried that you won't like me because I'm to obnoxious or something. [hides behind desk] ........... Well I'll see you in the comments anyway.
Sorry for the long badly composed comment which probably contains way to many spelling mistakes, but I have to submit this now before I lose my nerve.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Beginnings
Beginnings, plural noun. The point in time and space where something starts
Thursday, June 13th 2013
One of my best friends has been ignoring me because of a recent falling out we've had. It has been two days since the encounter. I am sitting in English class trying my best to focus on one of my classmates renditions of Letters to John (or something like that), and not pay any attention to the seat next to me.
All of a sudden my friend walks in. She sets her bag down and slides into the seat beside me. She starts chatting to me about something or another, just like everything is fine. I can hardly contain my enthusiasum.
Now
Now that summer's out and I'm on vacation I don't really expect to see her much. Yes, I know I'm a terrible friend but going over to people's houses is really stressful for me, so mostly I'll stay home. I guess now that I've admitted it I might try harder to spend some time away from my computer. Ha ha ha.
All of a sudden my friend walks in. She sets her bag down and slides into the seat beside me. She starts chatting to me about something or another, just like everything is fine. I can hardly contain my enthusiasum.
Now
Now that summer's out and I'm on vacation I don't really expect to see her much. Yes, I know I'm a terrible friend but going over to people's houses is really stressful for me, so mostly I'll stay home. I guess now that I've admitted it I might try harder to spend some time away from my computer. Ha ha ha.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Over
Adjective. Completed or finished
Tuesday, June 11th 2012
A good friend of mine and I sit in class. The teacher is going on about some project that's do tomorrow. Yada yada green sheet yada yada. "Wait, what green sheet?" I ask to no one in particular. Everyone looks as baffled as I'm sure I do. I turn to my friend thinking she might not of heard me and ask again about the green sheet. "I don't know!" she snaps her voice dangerously sharp. I withdraw into myself, hurt. All I did was ask if she knew what was going on! Feeling brave from the sting of her comment I take a deep breath and say, in a measured voice, "I know that you are having a bad day, but that is not an excuse to act like a jerk." She looks taken aback. I turn my attention back to the teacher, ever so slightly proud of my bravery.
A moment or two later I notice her get up to leave. Her face is red and tears trickle down her cheeks. I feel a stab if guilt. I was a little harsh. While she's gone I make up my mind to apologize at the end of class. I never intended to hurt her, and seeing her sad because of
Something I'd done hurt me like a shot to the heart. The teacher comes by while I'm sitting there and asks me if I want to go after her. I shake my head. Seeing me was probably the last thing she wanted.
We don't speak a word until after class. I wait for her to finish unpacking as always. She looks up at me and growls, "What?" I pause unsure what to say. Again her words sting. She looks up from her packing
Again and glares at me. "What is it?" she snaps. "I, uh, I just wanted to say
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you" I say. "OK." she says and walks off. I hurry to my next class witch I also share with her, then I go to the bathroom and cry. I spend the rest of the day going out of my way to avoid her. I'm also trying to avoid a confrontation with our mutual friends. I don't want to end up giving them a one sided story that isn't the truth.
More on that story latter. Sorry for the really long post. I hope it doesn't take too much of you time.
Tuesday, June 11th 2012
A good friend of mine and I sit in class. The teacher is going on about some project that's do tomorrow. Yada yada green sheet yada yada. "Wait, what green sheet?" I ask to no one in particular. Everyone looks as baffled as I'm sure I do. I turn to my friend thinking she might not of heard me and ask again about the green sheet. "I don't know!" she snaps her voice dangerously sharp. I withdraw into myself, hurt. All I did was ask if she knew what was going on! Feeling brave from the sting of her comment I take a deep breath and say, in a measured voice, "I know that you are having a bad day, but that is not an excuse to act like a jerk." She looks taken aback. I turn my attention back to the teacher, ever so slightly proud of my bravery.
A moment or two later I notice her get up to leave. Her face is red and tears trickle down her cheeks. I feel a stab if guilt. I was a little harsh. While she's gone I make up my mind to apologize at the end of class. I never intended to hurt her, and seeing her sad because of
Something I'd done hurt me like a shot to the heart. The teacher comes by while I'm sitting there and asks me if I want to go after her. I shake my head. Seeing me was probably the last thing she wanted.
We don't speak a word until after class. I wait for her to finish unpacking as always. She looks up at me and growls, "What?" I pause unsure what to say. Again her words sting. She looks up from her packing
Again and glares at me. "What is it?" she snaps. "I, uh, I just wanted to say
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you" I say. "OK." she says and walks off. I hurry to my next class witch I also share with her, then I go to the bathroom and cry. I spend the rest of the day going out of my way to avoid her. I'm also trying to avoid a confrontation with our mutual friends. I don't want to end up giving them a one sided story that isn't the truth.
More on that story latter. Sorry for the really long post. I hope it doesn't take too much of you time.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Sorry
Adjective. Describing someone who feels bad because they haven't been keeping up on their blog.
I guess I don't really have that much to say. I'm scared I have this presentation tomorrow and I don't feel like I'm prepared enough, and right now I feel really sad. I'm not sure why. I think it's because I gel bad about being worried. I know I will be fine. I have a great grade in that class and I am fairly sure my teacher will not let me fail this year of school. Oh. Did I mention that if if I fail this project they won't let me move on? Anyway the point is that I have a great life. So why am I complaining?
Arggggg! Spelling! At least I'm getting better.
I guess I don't really have that much to say. I'm scared I have this presentation tomorrow and I don't feel like I'm prepared enough, and right now I feel really sad. I'm not sure why. I think it's because I gel bad about being worried. I know I will be fine. I have a great grade in that class and I am fairly sure my teacher will not let me fail this year of school. Oh. Did I mention that if if I fail this project they won't let me move on? Anyway the point is that I have a great life. So why am I complaining?
Arggggg! Spelling! At least I'm getting better.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Force
Noun, the power to move stuff with your mind, mass times acceleration
May the fourth be with you!
I'm not really that into Star Wars, but it is something that I have enjoyed over the years. I really loved the strong female roll of Leia, and was disappointed that she had to have a romantic relationship. While we are on the topic of flaws I wanted to say one of the problems I have with Star Wars. It has been bugging me that there is a light side and a dark side. There is such an obvious leap we the views are supposed to make. The dark side is bad and the light side is good. There is absolutely no gray zone. While particular characters have been known to switch sides it was always clear in the end weather they were good or bad. (save maybe Darth Vader's redemption) Why is it that the dark side is bad? Why are we supposed to be rooting for the rebels? And the thing that bugs me the most; why, why would anyone call their teem "The Dark Side" it completely dehumanizes their cause.
Anyway please don't get me wrong. I enjoy Star Wars just as much as the next guy, espesaly the part about the clones, and I really don't want anyone to hate me now... please
May the fourth be with you!
I'm not really that into Star Wars, but it is something that I have enjoyed over the years. I really loved the strong female roll of Leia, and was disappointed that she had to have a romantic relationship. While we are on the topic of flaws I wanted to say one of the problems I have with Star Wars. It has been bugging me that there is a light side and a dark side. There is such an obvious leap we the views are supposed to make. The dark side is bad and the light side is good. There is absolutely no gray zone. While particular characters have been known to switch sides it was always clear in the end weather they were good or bad. (save maybe Darth Vader's redemption) Why is it that the dark side is bad? Why are we supposed to be rooting for the rebels? And the thing that bugs me the most; why, why would anyone call their teem "The Dark Side" it completely dehumanizes their cause.
Anyway please don't get me wrong. I enjoy Star Wars just as much as the next guy, espesaly the part about the clones, and I really don't want anyone to hate me now... please
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Doll
Doll, noun, a toy miniature representation of a person
What is identity? Who am I? Am I just a selection of memories. Are my experiences the only thing that makes me different from everyone else?
I write a lot of opinions but really do I have the right to tell other people what to think when I don't even know who I am.
Am I just a collection of other people's ideas? Where are my thoughts in all this mess?
What is identity? Who am I? Am I just a selection of memories. Are my experiences the only thing that makes me different from everyone else?
I write a lot of opinions but really do I have the right to tell other people what to think when I don't even know who I am.
Am I just a collection of other people's ideas? Where are my thoughts in all this mess?
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