I was cleaning and I found my old note pad with some stories I wrote in them. A while ago I tried to type them up or I did. I forgot what happened to them. I think I might have given them to my dead friend. I remember getting feedback from her about some of the stories. They flow well I guess... There are just way too many Power Ranger references. The one thing was that they were organized in chronological order. Maybe I have been fixated on chronological order for awhile. The stories aren't that long. One I typed out was about 1 paragraph long in 11 point font single spaced.
It will be good in case there are no classes available, and I get stuck taking another memoir class I'll have some prewritten stories. I was so unprepared my first time. When I think about it that would be like doing unassigned math homework before taking a math class.
Who knows these might be a jumping board to something else. These vignettes might make great 4 panel comics or something. As long as I don't feel they are mediocre then I'll be ok.
The problem is that those stories and a bunch of others I wrote on paper need to be typed out. I think I need an intern like Kramer got on Seinfeld. Which is a woman who lives in a messy house. That does not contain a chicken.
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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Creative Writing in 2006
After I thought about it I already took a creative writing class at another school with another teacher. This was back in 2006.
That teacher was doofy and dressed monochromatic. There are a few blogs that mention being in her writing class in the archives.
Week in Review
Week in review (a long entry full of OC references, you've been warned)
Wearing a tie makes you look like a banker (week in review)
Bad potery rulz! (week in review)
She also has a bad rating on the ratemyprofessor website.
I think I'll post other ones in the archives.
My ankle pain is really getting to me. I've been having some really strange dreams.
That teacher was doofy and dressed monochromatic. There are a few blogs that mention being in her writing class in the archives.
Week in Review
Week in review (a long entry full of OC references, you've been warned)
Wearing a tie makes you look like a banker (week in review)
Bad potery rulz! (week in review)
She also has a bad rating on the ratemyprofessor website.
I think I'll post other ones in the archives.
My ankle pain is really getting to me. I've been having some really strange dreams.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Halloween Memoirs
I was inspired by my memoir class to write a book of Halloween memoirs. I turned in a Halloween story for class. The only reason I did was because it was the only story I had finished at the time. The due date crept up on me. I wrote about Halloween 1994. I didn't want to write too many Halloween stories and bore everybody by writing about the same topic. I didn't want to be known as the person who wrote all those Halloween stories or something like that. This was a concern of mine during that semester.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Survivor Flame
I distinctly remember this happening when I was a junior because I remember thinking about Survivor. That show premiered during the summer 2000.
I had to go to some type of officer meeting. It was during the evening after school. Nobody told me the dress code of the event. I came in there was wearing the same jeans and t-shirt I wore to school. I was embarrassed that the even was semi-formal. I took a seat in the back next to another girl wearing some jeans. Although her top was fancier than mine. It was a ruffley corset type top.
Like this. I didn’t want to be noticed. The meeting was for a changing of the officers. There was something about a candle and a flame being passed on or something like that. I can’t really remember. All I really remember about it was that it sort of reminded me of the torches used at tribal council that were used in Survivor. Because like Jeff Probst says fire represents life. I imagined somebody’s flame going out. (Somebody I didn‘t like). I also imagined Jeff Probst putting out somebody’s flame.
Like this. I didn’t want to be noticed. The meeting was for a changing of the officers. There was something about a candle and a flame being passed on or something like that. I can’t really remember. All I really remember about it was that it sort of reminded me of the torches used at tribal council that were used in Survivor. Because like Jeff Probst says fire represents life. I imagined somebody’s flame going out. (Somebody I didn‘t like). I also imagined Jeff Probst putting out somebody’s flame.Monday, July 12, 2010
With Honors
My position in the Honor Society was questionable at best. I never felt I was really in the club. Most of this happened during my messy junior year. Half the time I wasn’t even sure if I was in it. That was due to my academic probation and the “no F” rule. Which meant that if you had an F in any class you were immediately kicked out of any extracurricular actives you participated in. Or at least that’s how I understood it. Whenever anybody else (student or teacher) explained the rule to me it got “changed”. The details of this rule were sketchy at best.
The club really only needed me for “grunt work” or when people didn’t show up for something. Let’s see I was only really “needed” 3 times.
I was needed to help make the “flower” tissue paper banner for the graduating class. It’s a large number banner that is hung over the football scoreboard, or at least it use to be. The other thing that I didn’t like was that the club was always taking random pictures of the members doing mundane things. Does somebody really need to see a picture of me cutting up tissue paper? Those pictures weren’t even used for the year book or anything.
I had to help at the graduation as an “usher” I‘m using the term loosely. It was so horrible! First I didn’t have the right clothes; which was a white collared shirt with a black bottom. Everybody knows that collared shirts are more fancy than uncolored shirts. Aside from the clothes I wore; I was being told to do different things from different people. One person told me to get drinks then as I got them somebody else told me I was not suppose to get them. Huh? Then a bunch of people just bitched at me. Including office workers who were just there attending the graduation, and had no part in the club. They didn’t even let us have the unopened leftover water bottles to drink!
When I was a senior the club needed people to help garden the school. They wanted the members to go and help garden the school during the winter break! We had to bring our own tools! It was so boring! Hardly anybody came because who would want to spend a morning of your break off from school at school? They must have been pretty desperate for people to call me up. I would not have been on the “second string” list I would have been on the “desperate” list. I think I got a call about it the night before. I only went because I was desperate for service hours. After I graduated sometimes I would pass by the school during winter break, and see students going to school carrying gardening tools. The teacher who advised the club was a gardener. She use to grow beautiful orchids.
This is why I like to take easy classes I’ll excel at more than hard classes I might fail. I’d rather look smart than be up for a challenge. For some reason people are impressed with good grades no matter if you took remedial math and aced it or if you got an A in calculus.
There is another antidote about me going to a club meeting that I can write from memory. It happened in 2000 because I was a junior and I remember thinking about Survivor. I’ll save that for another time.
The club really only needed me for “grunt work” or when people didn’t show up for something. Let’s see I was only really “needed” 3 times.
I was needed to help make the “flower” tissue paper banner for the graduating class. It’s a large number banner that is hung over the football scoreboard, or at least it use to be. The other thing that I didn’t like was that the club was always taking random pictures of the members doing mundane things. Does somebody really need to see a picture of me cutting up tissue paper? Those pictures weren’t even used for the year book or anything.
I had to help at the graduation as an “usher” I‘m using the term loosely. It was so horrible! First I didn’t have the right clothes; which was a white collared shirt with a black bottom. Everybody knows that collared shirts are more fancy than uncolored shirts. Aside from the clothes I wore; I was being told to do different things from different people. One person told me to get drinks then as I got them somebody else told me I was not suppose to get them. Huh? Then a bunch of people just bitched at me. Including office workers who were just there attending the graduation, and had no part in the club. They didn’t even let us have the unopened leftover water bottles to drink!
When I was a senior the club needed people to help garden the school. They wanted the members to go and help garden the school during the winter break! We had to bring our own tools! It was so boring! Hardly anybody came because who would want to spend a morning of your break off from school at school? They must have been pretty desperate for people to call me up. I would not have been on the “second string” list I would have been on the “desperate” list. I think I got a call about it the night before. I only went because I was desperate for service hours. After I graduated sometimes I would pass by the school during winter break, and see students going to school carrying gardening tools. The teacher who advised the club was a gardener. She use to grow beautiful orchids.
This is why I like to take easy classes I’ll excel at more than hard classes I might fail. I’d rather look smart than be up for a challenge. For some reason people are impressed with good grades no matter if you took remedial math and aced it or if you got an A in calculus.
There is another antidote about me going to a club meeting that I can write from memory. It happened in 2000 because I was a junior and I remember thinking about Survivor. I’ll save that for another time.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I'm Not a Poet, and I Know It
Here are somethings I didn't mention my mom didn't feel the earthquake yesterday. She was the only one in the house who didn't feel it.
My pride has gone out the window I'm pretty much desperate for work. As long as it's not an MLM or something like that. I've stooped that low. :(
Here is a lazy memoir about poetry.
Why I don’t write poetry. It’s not that I don’t like poetry. I like reading it. I just hate that everybody thinks they are a poet. You can find bad poetry anywhere; on myspace, public bathrooms, in weepy notebooks, and so This is one thing I think I’m not good at. I never felt I could be a good poet. I hate the poetry I write. It’s too contrived. I think I’m good at narratives, so I’ll stick with that. My poetry is so bad I won’t even post it.
My pride has gone out the window I'm pretty much desperate for work. As long as it's not an MLM or something like that. I've stooped that low. :(
Here is a lazy memoir about poetry.
Why I don’t write poetry. It’s not that I don’t like poetry. I like reading it. I just hate that everybody thinks they are a poet. You can find bad poetry anywhere; on myspace, public bathrooms, in weepy notebooks, and so This is one thing I think I’m not good at. I never felt I could be a good poet. I hate the poetry I write. It’s too contrived. I think I’m good at narratives, so I’ll stick with that. My poetry is so bad I won’t even post it.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Cat Scratch Fireworks
This blog has nothing to do with the song or the cartoon.
I just wrote that because I was scratched by a cat. It kind of sounds like a brand of fireworks or something. I was going to write about the 4th of July, but I really didn't know what to say. My poor baby cousin got scared by some loud illegal fireworks. :(
I met one of my goals today. I read some of that book from class. I only read a few short stories before dinner. A lot of those stories are long. I didn't want to read a story about food because I was hungry. I'm not sure if anybody else wrote about food besides me. I read about 3-4 short stories; they were less than a page long. Some people printed stories in really large font size like 18. It doesn't make the story look longer.
I just wrote that because I was scratched by a cat. It kind of sounds like a brand of fireworks or something. I was going to write about the 4th of July, but I really didn't know what to say. My poor baby cousin got scared by some loud illegal fireworks. :(
I met one of my goals today. I read some of that book from class. I only read a few short stories before dinner. A lot of those stories are long. I didn't want to read a story about food because I was hungry. I'm not sure if anybody else wrote about food besides me. I read about 3-4 short stories; they were less than a page long. Some people printed stories in really large font size like 18. It doesn't make the story look longer.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Lazy Memoirs
I thought I’d get an early start on this blog.
Since it’s July now I should set some goals for the month. Let’s see…how about I write some “lazy memoirs”? A lazy memoir is a memoir I tried to write, but didn’t quite get finished or the story doesn’t really have a proper ending. It will be like that skit from SNL with Jack Handey. The Fuzzy Memories ones.
I want to finish up the blogs I’ve been gathering material for. I’ve been working on more sticker blogs.I should crack that book I got from my memoir class, and read at least some of it. (stories I didn‘t write) 0;)
Here is something strange those annoying career people called me 6 times yesterday! Their calling pattern is really strange. They called at 9:50 AM, 10:42 AM, 2:13 PM, 2:16 PM, 2:40PM, and 4:56 PM. Today they cut their calls to me in half and only called 3 times. Again the calling pattern was strange. They called at 10:21 AM, 10:52 AM and 6:32 PM. Why call in clusters? :/
Good news! I got a good grade in my sales class. I thought I’d get a C or something, but not a D or F. (It‘s higher than a C). I wonder what my grade is from the memoir class? Maybe it will be like Maeby Funke's report card it makes me feel like a jack in the box.
Here are some screen caps for you to use. Sorry the quality is bad, but enjoy. They are from Shirley’s appearance on the Late Late show with Craig Ferguson from April, 28, 2009. All screen caps are copyright of their respective owners.
Since it’s July now I should set some goals for the month. Let’s see…how about I write some “lazy memoirs”? A lazy memoir is a memoir I tried to write, but didn’t quite get finished or the story doesn’t really have a proper ending. It will be like that skit from SNL with Jack Handey. The Fuzzy Memories ones.
I want to finish up the blogs I’ve been gathering material for. I’ve been working on more sticker blogs.I should crack that book I got from my memoir class, and read at least some of it. (stories I didn‘t write) 0;)
Here is something strange those annoying career people called me 6 times yesterday! Their calling pattern is really strange. They called at 9:50 AM, 10:42 AM, 2:13 PM, 2:16 PM, 2:40PM, and 4:56 PM. Today they cut their calls to me in half and only called 3 times. Again the calling pattern was strange. They called at 10:21 AM, 10:52 AM and 6:32 PM. Why call in clusters? :/
Good news! I got a good grade in my sales class. I thought I’d get a C or something, but not a D or F. (It‘s higher than a C). I wonder what my grade is from the memoir class? Maybe it will be like Maeby Funke's report card it makes me feel like a jack in the box.
Here are some screen caps for you to use. Sorry the quality is bad, but enjoy. They are from Shirley’s appearance on the Late Late show with Craig Ferguson from April, 28, 2009. All screen caps are copyright of their respective owners.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Puppet Hair
Still trying to work out the new direction of my blog. Well now for the summer. How about if I just post some random stories and stuff?
Why do people need 10 years experience for an entry level job? I feel like a failure! Maybe I should stop thinking like that.
Heard “Special” again on the radio. How often do they play that song? Why am I questioning this? It’s a Clear Channel station.
I found a mistranslation in the Lupin III episode I saw today. It takes place in 1980, but the president mentioned in the subtitle is Obama? Wouldn’t Regan be president in 1980? According to some research I did that episode aired on June, 9, 1980. That really bothered me. Who translated that!?
Why do people need 10 years experience for an entry level job? I feel like a failure! Maybe I should stop thinking like that.
Here is some fluff stuff. Does anybody think that 
Red from Fraggle Rock
Red from Fraggle Rockand 
Abby Cadabby
have the same hair?
Abby Cadabbyhave the same hair?
Heard “Special” again on the radio. How often do they play that song? Why am I questioning this? It’s a Clear Channel station.
I found a mistranslation in the Lupin III episode I saw today. It takes place in 1980, but the president mentioned in the subtitle is Obama? Wouldn’t Regan be president in 1980? According to some research I did that episode aired on June, 9, 1980. That really bothered me. Who translated that!?
Friday, June 18, 2010
"...The Rest is Just a Whole lot of Middle"
This is going to be like a joke blog.
Captain's log,
I'm not Kirk. No, this is better.
Dear internet,
This summer has been boring! I'm not in any exotic locale or doing anything particularity interesting. My writing will suffer! *groan* I know it's not a contest among my former classmates, but I don't know why it feels like one. Which makes me feel impudent.
I deconstructed my name tag/plate. I was able to peel off the pictures with no damage and now they are "laminated". ^-^ I'll figure out something to do with them. I'll probably make some kind of craft.
So, Shirley is a Gleek. I don't like Glee just because she does or because she told me to like it. She likes Muse, and I don't really like them. For me Glee started out as a "forbidden fruit". The only reason I watched the preview episode was because everybody was tweeting about it. To me it lived up to the expectations. In the fall I was excited, but afraid to watch it. I'd love to see her guest star on the show. Maybe she can be related to Emma (who is also a redhead) Or she could be a teacher from Scotland. She can take over Vocal Adrenaline. Didn't Shelby leave? It would be very different from her role as Cathrine Weaver. I'd love to hear some Garbage songs featured on the show.
Yesterday was the 15 year anniversary of the OJ low speed chase. I remember it well. I was 10 back then, and I wanted to watch basketball. Somebody at school told me it was going to be an exciting game 5. This was back when the Lakers sucked. I couldn't remember which teams were in it that year. I knew it wasn't the Bulls since that was one of the years Jordan was "retired". Wasn't he busy fighting aliens with cartoon characters? After I looked it up it was the Rockets and the Knicks. I thought the Spurs were in it. At least I remembered it was a team from Texas.
Speaking of sports the Lakers won the 2010 finals! There was celebratory mayhem all over the city. Including fires. The parade is Monday, but I'm not sure if I can watch it. I might have to report for jury duty. Maybe I'll write a whole jury duty blog.
Captain's log,
I'm not Kirk. No, this is better.
Dear internet,
This summer has been boring! I'm not in any exotic locale or doing anything particularity interesting. My writing will suffer! *groan* I know it's not a contest among my former classmates, but I don't know why it feels like one. Which makes me feel impudent.
I deconstructed my name tag/plate. I was able to peel off the pictures with no damage and now they are "laminated". ^-^ I'll figure out something to do with them. I'll probably make some kind of craft.
So, Shirley is a Gleek. I don't like Glee just because she does or because she told me to like it. She likes Muse, and I don't really like them. For me Glee started out as a "forbidden fruit". The only reason I watched the preview episode was because everybody was tweeting about it. To me it lived up to the expectations. In the fall I was excited, but afraid to watch it. I'd love to see her guest star on the show. Maybe she can be related to Emma (who is also a redhead) Or she could be a teacher from Scotland. She can take over Vocal Adrenaline. Didn't Shelby leave? It would be very different from her role as Cathrine Weaver. I'd love to hear some Garbage songs featured on the show.
Yesterday was the 15 year anniversary of the OJ low speed chase. I remember it well. I was 10 back then, and I wanted to watch basketball. Somebody at school told me it was going to be an exciting game 5. This was back when the Lakers sucked. I couldn't remember which teams were in it that year. I knew it wasn't the Bulls since that was one of the years Jordan was "retired". Wasn't he busy fighting aliens with cartoon characters? After I looked it up it was the Rockets and the Knicks. I thought the Spurs were in it. At least I remembered it was a team from Texas.
Speaking of sports the Lakers won the 2010 finals! There was celebratory mayhem all over the city. Including fires. The parade is Monday, but I'm not sure if I can watch it. I might have to report for jury duty. Maybe I'll write a whole jury duty blog.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Miscellaneous blog #32
I took the weekend off from blogging.
I have a celebrity death to report Jimmy Dean has died. So eat some sausage in his honor. Unless you hate it. If you do ignore that statement. (This was not meant to be of a sexual nature)
Ok now that I got all my bases covered with that let’s move on. How was that finals game? It was pretty intense at the end. I’ll end up having no eyebrows. I superstitiously pluck my eyebrows during the finals if the Lakers make it that far in a season.
I don’t follow soccer/football. As to not confuse the readers. I tried to back in 1994 when the World Cup was being held in the USA. It was really close too. It was being held at the Rosebowl. Back then I collected the pogs with the different countries names on them. I bet I still have a few of them lying around somewhere…
(picture found on ebay)I still really don’t know the rules of soccer. @.@
If my writing was represented by a food it would be donuts and cheese. Quirky yet something people think wouldn’t really go together.
Since my summer has sort of officially started. I'm not going to say it officially has until I serve my jury duty next week. What should I wear? A "costume"? I want to wear something wacky. What will I do with my time besides looking for work? Making homespun DVDs! ^0^ And probably writing in my journal.
I have a celebrity death to report Jimmy Dean has died. So eat some sausage in his honor. Unless you hate it. If you do ignore that statement. (This was not meant to be of a sexual nature)
Ok now that I got all my bases covered with that let’s move on. How was that finals game? It was pretty intense at the end. I’ll end up having no eyebrows. I superstitiously pluck my eyebrows during the finals if the Lakers make it that far in a season.
I don’t follow soccer/football. As to not confuse the readers. I tried to back in 1994 when the World Cup was being held in the USA. It was really close too. It was being held at the Rosebowl. Back then I collected the pogs with the different countries names on them. I bet I still have a few of them lying around somewhere…
(picture found on ebay)I still really don’t know the rules of soccer. @.@ If my writing was represented by a food it would be donuts and cheese. Quirky yet something people think wouldn’t really go together.
Since my summer has sort of officially started. I'm not going to say it officially has until I serve my jury duty next week. What should I wear? A "costume"? I want to wear something wacky. What will I do with my time besides looking for work? Making homespun DVDs! ^0^ And probably writing in my journal.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Experience Required
Here are some things I forgot to mention in my last blog.
Before class I listened to "Run Baby Run". I thought it would be rather fitting since it was the song I listened to right before my first day of that class. The funny thing about “Run Baby Run” is that I can’t remember if I purposely listened to that song before my first day of class, or it was the next in the queue. I just want to say something else about it. I would pay good money for an official physical release of that video.
I know some people think I'm crazy because I'm worried about what other people think about me. I just want to say that if I didn't I'd end up doing a lot of crazy/bad things. Doesn't everybody lie about their life to make it sound better?
The funny thing is that a few people in the class wanted to write about relatives they didn’t really know. That just sounds shady. I wouldn’t write about my great grandma. She died in the 70s. I never met her. So excuse me if my writing sounds self centered, but I only want to write about myself. I know that person so well. Of course my family members will appear in the stories and stuff. Why would I write about somebody else? I'm not in their head. Everybody has a different point of view. My cousin and I can be at the same party and feel totally different about it.
Here is something that bothered me about my class. Some people had so much blind faith in that popular guy. They just blindly followed this guy, and put him on a pedestal. They would be prime cult property. Funny, I always thought I was, and I believe in blind faith. Hell, I'm a Cena fan. That is blind faith right there.
There was another person who didn't show up. I found out they are a Conan fan. I really wanted to write them a message that had the phrase "Go Team Coco!" in it.
When I received my book I realized that there is so much to read in there I should take it for jury duty. Maybe I should just bring my Tokyo Mew Mew manga instead.
You know like everybody wants job experience. You even need experience to bus tables. DAMN!
I went to the Hometown Buffet and you know what!? They didn't have fries! They always have fries. Potato wedges are not fries. I sound like the grandma from the show Maybe it's Me. She said "Coleslaw is not a potato."
I’m not taking educational advice from my dad ever again!
That is all.
Before class I listened to "Run Baby Run". I thought it would be rather fitting since it was the song I listened to right before my first day of that class. The funny thing about “Run Baby Run” is that I can’t remember if I purposely listened to that song before my first day of class, or it was the next in the queue. I just want to say something else about it. I would pay good money for an official physical release of that video.
I know some people think I'm crazy because I'm worried about what other people think about me. I just want to say that if I didn't I'd end up doing a lot of crazy/bad things. Doesn't everybody lie about their life to make it sound better?
The funny thing is that a few people in the class wanted to write about relatives they didn’t really know. That just sounds shady. I wouldn’t write about my great grandma. She died in the 70s. I never met her. So excuse me if my writing sounds self centered, but I only want to write about myself. I know that person so well. Of course my family members will appear in the stories and stuff. Why would I write about somebody else? I'm not in their head. Everybody has a different point of view. My cousin and I can be at the same party and feel totally different about it.
Here is something that bothered me about my class. Some people had so much blind faith in that popular guy. They just blindly followed this guy, and put him on a pedestal. They would be prime cult property. Funny, I always thought I was, and I believe in blind faith. Hell, I'm a Cena fan. That is blind faith right there.
There was another person who didn't show up. I found out they are a Conan fan. I really wanted to write them a message that had the phrase "Go Team Coco!" in it.
When I received my book I realized that there is so much to read in there I should take it for jury duty. Maybe I should just bring my Tokyo Mew Mew manga instead.
You know like everybody wants job experience. You even need experience to bus tables. DAMN!
I went to the Hometown Buffet and you know what!? They didn't have fries! They always have fries. Potato wedges are not fries. I sound like the grandma from the show Maybe it's Me. She said "Coleslaw is not a potato."
I’m not taking educational advice from my dad ever again!
That is all.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
High School Pt. 2
I thought I should post this blog early because I have an early class and I have to get to bed early. But I might just stay up to see the war between Fallon and Ferguson.
I forgot to mention this about the book cover. A lot of people in the class are really vain and submitted pictures of themselves for the book cover. I guess to be like a real author. If I ever did get a book of mine published I wouldn't put my picture on it. Maybe I'd put a drawing of myself or something. I could be like Kiss or something, and I'd have another persona and wear a disguise or something. I think putting my mug on a book would make it not sell. I don't like plastering pictures of myself everywhere. I was never into that. I never use to put pictures of myself on my binders when I was in school. The only picture I have up of myself in my room is the one of Shirley and me.
I hope the class party is not dedicated to the popular guy or even worse it gets canceled because *ack!* he doesn't show up! They can't go on without him. Oh Boy! -_- The whole idea is really high school signing a book and leaving messages to each other!? :/
I heard "Time of Your Life" today on the radio. It made me think about reciting that song to the class. I really hope the party is somewhat enjoyable (within reason). I'll just tell myself what I did before I went to Golden Apple if I don't like what's going on or it's not what I expected I’ll leave. I’ll go hang out at one of the local fast food restaurants. They are within walking distance from the school. I’ll get myself some fries.
I loved the speech Will gave to New Directions about life being a journey. I used it for the farewell speech I'm going to give my class. I'll say it's from Glee. I'm not plagiarizing it or anything. The reflections paper was an assignment! D'oh! Oh well! I did put some thought into it. I was more worried about my farewell. XD
Speaking of Glee I would read Sue's book if it was real. :P
I was thinking about using “Supervixen”, but it seemed kind of inappropriate. I was also going to use “Metal Heart”, but I thought it was too political.
Maybe the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup because they have committed to being straight edge. @.@
There is a clue about the song I'm choosing for class in this blog. See if you can find it. :P ^-^
I forgot to mention this about the book cover. A lot of people in the class are really vain and submitted pictures of themselves for the book cover. I guess to be like a real author. If I ever did get a book of mine published I wouldn't put my picture on it. Maybe I'd put a drawing of myself or something. I could be like Kiss or something, and I'd have another persona and wear a disguise or something. I think putting my mug on a book would make it not sell. I don't like plastering pictures of myself everywhere. I was never into that. I never use to put pictures of myself on my binders when I was in school. The only picture I have up of myself in my room is the one of Shirley and me.
I hope the class party is not dedicated to the popular guy or even worse it gets canceled because *ack!* he doesn't show up! They can't go on without him. Oh Boy! -_- The whole idea is really high school signing a book and leaving messages to each other!? :/
I heard "Time of Your Life" today on the radio. It made me think about reciting that song to the class. I really hope the party is somewhat enjoyable (within reason). I'll just tell myself what I did before I went to Golden Apple if I don't like what's going on or it's not what I expected I’ll leave. I’ll go hang out at one of the local fast food restaurants. They are within walking distance from the school. I’ll get myself some fries.
I loved the speech Will gave to New Directions about life being a journey. I used it for the farewell speech I'm going to give my class. I'll say it's from Glee. I'm not plagiarizing it or anything. The reflections paper was an assignment! D'oh! Oh well! I did put some thought into it. I was more worried about my farewell. XD
Speaking of Glee I would read Sue's book if it was real. :P
I was thinking about using “Supervixen”, but it seemed kind of inappropriate. I was also going to use “Metal Heart”, but I thought it was too political.
Maybe the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup because they have committed to being straight edge. @.@
There is a clue about the song I'm choosing for class in this blog. See if you can find it. :P ^-^
Saturday, June 5, 2010
It's Not Festivus
After I started writing my rough draft about reflecting on the class. I realized what I wrote wasn't very reflective. It sounded more like the Airing of Grievances from Festivus. You know how many words I've typed up for this assignment? Three. Three! One of the words is the title! @o@
Maybe I sound like Sue Sylvester. There were a lot of people in the class I didn't like/found annoying. I don't discriminate. That's how I "C" it. I really need my own segment on the news. :P
To quote Serena from the Dic Sailor Moon dub episode "Talk Radio". "Alright! Let's get it out!"
Maybe I sound like Sue Sylvester. There were a lot of people in the class I didn't like/found annoying. I don't discriminate. That's how I "C" it. I really need my own segment on the news. :P
To quote Serena from the Dic Sailor Moon dub episode "Talk Radio". "Alright! Let's get it out!"
Friday, June 4, 2010
Reflections on Reflections
I'm sick of reflecting and evaluating! This is the 3rd time I've had to write something like that for the same class. I have nothing left to say. I do, but it's kind of mean. It's not something I'd want the teacher to read. It's not a slam book or anything like that. I figured that if I looked at what I had written about the other people in class in my blog and on paper. Maybe I can piece something together. It's due on Thurs.
When I was thinking about the assignment. This funny Engrish poem came to mind. Did I post this before?
I forgot to mention that the people in class want to bring presents. In case anybody from class is reading this. Look through my blog to see what I like. What would I get somebody else? :/
Later I find out that we are supposed to share something but I'm not sure what. The instructions were vague. I think it can be something we didn't write. Perhaps I should write a joke will? Like I mentioned before. What about song lyrics? Maybe I'll just write a few things like 3, and bring all of those to class and decide which one I want to use on that day. I'm not reciting the lyrics to "Under Construction" by No Doubt I already did that before in a different class.
John Wooden died today. I thought he was 94; he was 99. That is really old. I think he was in my dead pool.
When I was thinking about the assignment. This funny Engrish poem came to mind. Did I post this before?I forgot to mention that the people in class want to bring presents. In case anybody from class is reading this. Look through my blog to see what I like. What would I get somebody else? :/
Later I find out that we are supposed to share something but I'm not sure what. The instructions were vague. I think it can be something we didn't write. Perhaps I should write a joke will? Like I mentioned before. What about song lyrics? Maybe I'll just write a few things like 3, and bring all of those to class and decide which one I want to use on that day. I'm not reciting the lyrics to "Under Construction" by No Doubt I already did that before in a different class.
John Wooden died today. I thought he was 94; he was 99. That is really old. I think he was in my dead pool.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Girls Write Shit
I was going to write about there being 2 more classes left, and reflecting, and all that good stuff. I'll get to that later in the blog. I was going to write about that or basketball.
Here is some funny graffiti I saw in the bathroom. Love the commentary. Guys wouldn't write commentary like that.
Ok now onto basketball. The Lakers and Celtics are meeting in the Finals for the 3rd consecutive time in a row. Each team has one title Celtics '08 and Lakers '09.
Speaking of basketball Wooden is in grave condition. How old is that guy?
Speaking of celebrity deaths Rue McClanahan died. Betty White (Rose) is the only Golden Girl left. Blanche was one of my favorite characters in the show.
Now onto school. When I got to class nobody was there for a long time. I thought class was canceled. I rocked out to some Garbage for like 15 minutes.
I was worried that my final would not be held in the same room. This has happened to me before I just had to ask to be sure. I've been in college for about 8 years. I'm like a seasoned veteran.
Remember that portfolio I worked so hard putting together? I turned it in like I was supposed to. Then somebody else in the class tells me they didn't do it. Why tell me? What can I do? Really? That just confused me.
That popular guy didn't come to class today. Everybody loves him and such. As a joke I wrote this in response to his absence. *ack* *heart attack* (that wasn't supposed to rhyme.) No momentum. Seriously he sets the tone and momentum for the class.
Saw the cover of the project I handed over. Not something I would make, but it wasn't in my hands anymore. So Kudos to her for doing it! I would not have been able to handle it. She did do it by hand and not with software eventually.
For the final people in the class were getting crazy. They wanted to have a party with breakfast foods. I'm like "Ok...What?!". I think there was too much rapid talking, and it got out of hand. Some people wanted to come to class in pajamas. I'm not leaving the house in those. I want my hair to look good in case pictures are taken. Somebody even wanted to play games. That's cool...I guess... As long as we don't play Heads Up 7 Up. I hate that game!
My mom convinced me to bring pastries or something like that, I'm cheap and don't want to spend a lot of money. I should really ask everybody else what they are going to bring.
Here is some funny graffiti I saw in the bathroom. Love the commentary. Guys wouldn't write commentary like that. Ok now onto basketball. The Lakers and Celtics are meeting in the Finals for the 3rd consecutive time in a row. Each team has one title Celtics '08 and Lakers '09.
Speaking of basketball Wooden is in grave condition. How old is that guy?
Speaking of celebrity deaths Rue McClanahan died. Betty White (Rose) is the only Golden Girl left. Blanche was one of my favorite characters in the show.
Now onto school. When I got to class nobody was there for a long time. I thought class was canceled. I rocked out to some Garbage for like 15 minutes.
I was worried that my final would not be held in the same room. This has happened to me before I just had to ask to be sure. I've been in college for about 8 years. I'm like a seasoned veteran.
Remember that portfolio I worked so hard putting together? I turned it in like I was supposed to. Then somebody else in the class tells me they didn't do it. Why tell me? What can I do? Really? That just confused me.
That popular guy didn't come to class today. Everybody loves him and such. As a joke I wrote this in response to his absence. *ack* *heart attack* (that wasn't supposed to rhyme.) No momentum. Seriously he sets the tone and momentum for the class.
Saw the cover of the project I handed over. Not something I would make, but it wasn't in my hands anymore. So Kudos to her for doing it! I would not have been able to handle it. She did do it by hand and not with software eventually.
For the final people in the class were getting crazy. They wanted to have a party with breakfast foods. I'm like "Ok...What?!". I think there was too much rapid talking, and it got out of hand. Some people wanted to come to class in pajamas. I'm not leaving the house in those. I want my hair to look good in case pictures are taken. Somebody even wanted to play games. That's cool...I guess... As long as we don't play Heads Up 7 Up. I hate that game!
My mom convinced me to bring pastries or something like that, I'm cheap and don't want to spend a lot of money. I should really ask everybody else what they are going to bring.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
3 Days and Conuting
My days as a student are coming to a close as of posting I only have 3 days left. I'm not including the class I went to today since that is already over.
The bus driver was in a hurry or something. He kept almost leaving people behind at the stops, and acting like he could do what he wanted. It sucks riding the bus. I am at the mercy of the driver. >:(
I forgot to post this yesterday, but I have a great idea for a title for something: "Pictures of me with Incredibly Bad Hair".
I also forgot that if you want to I can post some excerpts from some of the really purple stories I wrote.
I realized that I might not be able to sell my books back since I bought most of them online.
Here is something funny I saw on the bus. The guy sitting in front of me was reading wrestling news on his phone. I could see it because I don't know if he had bad vision or what, but he was holding the phone really close to his face.
Maybe I should write a public joke will. Like the kind people write in high school yearbooks and stuff. Something like "To my boyfriend Timmy, Lovez ya! Hope to see you in college."
Maybe I should do something expensive. I wonder how much it costs to dress up Super Saver?(the race horse)
The bus driver was in a hurry or something. He kept almost leaving people behind at the stops, and acting like he could do what he wanted. It sucks riding the bus. I am at the mercy of the driver. >:(
I forgot to post this yesterday, but I have a great idea for a title for something: "Pictures of me with Incredibly Bad Hair".
I also forgot that if you want to I can post some excerpts from some of the really purple stories I wrote.
I realized that I might not be able to sell my books back since I bought most of them online.
Here is something funny I saw on the bus. The guy sitting in front of me was reading wrestling news on his phone. I could see it because I don't know if he had bad vision or what, but he was holding the phone really close to his face.
Maybe I should write a public joke will. Like the kind people write in high school yearbooks and stuff. Something like "To my boyfriend Timmy, Lovez ya! Hope to see you in college."
Maybe I should do something expensive. I wonder how much it costs to dress up Super Saver?(the race horse)
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Page 9
First blog of June!
I have another celebrity death to report. Louise Bourgeois. I can't recall if I'm familiar with her art or not. Shirley mentioned her death.
I was still fretting about my hair. I think no pictures were taken today, but I can't be 100% sure. But it needs to look good for the next 2 class sessions. The hardest part will be to make my hair look good for the final. I need to be at school before 8AM. I hate early classes. >:(
I wasn't in the mood for writing today. During class I wrote a crappy paragraph about candles. I was thinking about something else. I actually wrote in my notebook "This story is crappy I'm not reading it."
I was more worried about there being enough ink to print the rest of my stories for my portfolio. I just wanted class to end, so I could work on the assignment. I was also worried that I wouldn't meet the minimum requirement of 30 pages.
The funny thing was that 2 people did a report on the same book. It wasn't Just Kids or the Mister Ed book I read.
Here are some silly doodles I drew in class.
I want an internship with Conan. For his new show. I probably won't get it, but maybe one of Conan's people will read this or something.
When I got back I got straight to it. I didn't want to do anything else, but work. I had to fight for the computer. My dad kept trying to get me away from it though. By trying to distract me with food and other stuff. The good thing was that since the pages had to be double spaced when I formatted them I had more pages. A story I wrote about Shirley ended up being 9 double spaced pages. That was just the right amount to meet the quota of 30 pages. If I didn't have enough pages I was just going fill it up with 1-2 page vignettes to meet the quota.
After I finished my dad wanted to know if I was watching baseball tonight. What?! It's running against Glee, and I haven't watched Dodger game all season. The Dodgers and the Raiders are something for my dad and my cousin to enjoy. Not me. I'll just Gleek out over here or something.
I missed the end of Glee. Well it wasn't my fault there was another power outage in the neighborhood. I liked the "Loser" part with Finn and Puck. It reminded me of that "Better Days" video by Citizen King. I did see most of it though it cut off at the part when Rachel was getting egged by Vocal Adrenaline.
I have another celebrity death to report. Louise Bourgeois. I can't recall if I'm familiar with her art or not. Shirley mentioned her death.
I was still fretting about my hair. I think no pictures were taken today, but I can't be 100% sure. But it needs to look good for the next 2 class sessions. The hardest part will be to make my hair look good for the final. I need to be at school before 8AM. I hate early classes. >:(
I wasn't in the mood for writing today. During class I wrote a crappy paragraph about candles. I was thinking about something else. I actually wrote in my notebook "This story is crappy I'm not reading it."
I was more worried about there being enough ink to print the rest of my stories for my portfolio. I just wanted class to end, so I could work on the assignment. I was also worried that I wouldn't meet the minimum requirement of 30 pages.
The funny thing was that 2 people did a report on the same book. It wasn't Just Kids or the Mister Ed book I read.
Here are some silly doodles I drew in class.
I want an internship with Conan. For his new show. I probably won't get it, but maybe one of Conan's people will read this or something.
When I got back I got straight to it. I didn't want to do anything else, but work. I had to fight for the computer. My dad kept trying to get me away from it though. By trying to distract me with food and other stuff. The good thing was that since the pages had to be double spaced when I formatted them I had more pages. A story I wrote about Shirley ended up being 9 double spaced pages. That was just the right amount to meet the quota of 30 pages. If I didn't have enough pages I was just going fill it up with 1-2 page vignettes to meet the quota.
After I finished my dad wanted to know if I was watching baseball tonight. What?! It's running against Glee, and I haven't watched Dodger game all season. The Dodgers and the Raiders are something for my dad and my cousin to enjoy. Not me. I'll just Gleek out over here or something.
I missed the end of Glee. Well it wasn't my fault there was another power outage in the neighborhood. I liked the "Loser" part with Finn and Puck. It reminded me of that "Better Days" video by Citizen King. I did see most of it though it cut off at the part when Rachel was getting egged by Vocal Adrenaline.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
I Can't Stand to look at Purple!
After doing a little research overly flowery writing is referred to in the writing world as "purple prose". According to the Wikipedia it is used currently in romance novels. There are many online articles about this type of writing. One of the articles says writing like this will get a person an A+ paper. I'm not sure how many people who are not English teachers would want to read that kind of writing.
I'm sick of combing over my work. I'm not looking at it for a whole day. Knowing my luck my dad will waste all the black ink when I need to print the stories out.
I came up with a new recipe today. It's a knockoff Orange Bang type drink. I mixed orangeade with non dairy whipped topping with a splash of vanilla. Good, but not so frothy.
I'm sick of combing over my work. I'm not looking at it for a whole day. Knowing my luck my dad will waste all the black ink when I need to print the stories out.
I came up with a new recipe today. It's a knockoff Orange Bang type drink. I mixed orangeade with non dairy whipped topping with a splash of vanilla. Good, but not so frothy.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Makin' Copies
I started writing this blog and realized that I didn't finish the one I started writing yesterday.
I ended up looking all around campus for a copy machine. They didn't have one at the computer labs. Shouldn't they? That meant I had to walk all the way around the building to get to the library. That is one thing I hate about the school I go to the library is connected to another building but you can't enter one from another. That was truly poorly designed. Walking to the other side of the building is a big feat. By the time I get to the library I'm out of breath and really sweaty.
While I'm making copies. I think I spent over $2 making them. I was pretty upset about that. The good thing was that I was in class on time, and I didn't get trapped in a boring conversation. Although the two of them didn't come even one of them is boring enough. @_@
Kirby is gone. It looks like somebody erased him.
This is crazy. Somebody in the class told me I have a gift for writing. ME!!?? *o* *anime fall* this person told me that people who tell me my writing is bad are just jealous, and that I need to be comfortable with myself. And to think I was getting all worked up about what somebody else told me earlier this month. It usually seems like I remember the bad things and blow off the good ones.
The strange thing about working in groups is that 3 out of the 4 times I ended up working with the same 2 people. Is it like she wanted us to work together or something? She assigned the groups. The funny thing is that while we were doing this the teacher was taking pictures of the class. I don't know why, but it reminded me of my 3rd and 4th grade yearbooks. My hair looked so ugly.
I ended up looking all around campus for a copy machine. They didn't have one at the computer labs. Shouldn't they? That meant I had to walk all the way around the building to get to the library. That is one thing I hate about the school I go to the library is connected to another building but you can't enter one from another. That was truly poorly designed. Walking to the other side of the building is a big feat. By the time I get to the library I'm out of breath and really sweaty.
While I'm making copies. I think I spent over $2 making them. I was pretty upset about that. The good thing was that I was in class on time, and I didn't get trapped in a boring conversation. Although the two of them didn't come even one of them is boring enough. @_@
Kirby is gone. It looks like somebody erased him.
This is crazy. Somebody in the class told me I have a gift for writing. ME!!?? *o* *anime fall* this person told me that people who tell me my writing is bad are just jealous, and that I need to be comfortable with myself. And to think I was getting all worked up about what somebody else told me earlier this month. It usually seems like I remember the bad things and blow off the good ones.
The strange thing about working in groups is that 3 out of the 4 times I ended up working with the same 2 people. Is it like she wanted us to work together or something? She assigned the groups. The funny thing is that while we were doing this the teacher was taking pictures of the class. I don't know why, but it reminded me of my 3rd and 4th grade yearbooks. My hair looked so ugly.
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