This isn’t where I want to be right now. People are spinning around me. What is going on? My life had so much promise. How did I end up here? This is ridiculous. I don’t even know who I am anymore. My family wouldn’t even recognize this person. Who have I become? It only took a few years… and all of this happened so fast.
High school reunion. What will they think of me? Can I get out of this state by then? Will I live up to everyone’s expectations? Forget senior superlatives, I can’t be that anymore…Definitely out of the question. I don’t even know who I am now. Isn’t that why we came to college in the first place?
I’ve lost myself in the process of finding myself.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
FLASH! 11/19
Stepping off the bus at the same time
Together, but so far apart
Is this right? I should just turn around now.
Do I want to do this? Shes definitely not sober…
Stumbling to the door, where are my keys?
The door opens, both walk in.
What’s his name again?
Bedroom door closes,
Leaving innocence and morals behind.
This isn’t right.
What will tomorrow be like?
Lights go out, sheets tear across the bed.
The package rips open and is applied... kinda
What’s her name again?
Tied together for life.
Together, but so far apart
Is this right? I should just turn around now.
Do I want to do this? Shes definitely not sober…
Stumbling to the door, where are my keys?
The door opens, both walk in.
What’s his name again?
Bedroom door closes,
Leaving innocence and morals behind.
This isn’t right.
What will tomorrow be like?
Lights go out, sheets tear across the bed.
The package rips open and is applied... kinda
What’s her name again?
Tied together for life.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Blogpost 11/12 (Revised Story)
Salsa man is on the hunt for Queso. He had heard about the wave of Cheesepeople eating each other, and knew that it had spread to a location near him. And it was no surprise to him when he found out that Queso was behind the movement, and was still continuing to eat people. Salsa man and Queso had been enemies ever since their birth at the local Harris Teeter, each of them fighting to be the number pairing with tortilla chips. Luckily due to their shelf positions they were far away from each other. Harris Teeter being a twenty four hour store didn’t give them a lot of time to battle. However, on weeknights around 2am, the store was cleared out for the most part. The two weeks they spent in the store before being purchased they battled every night. Salsa man was still out for blood, he wanted to finish things with Queso once and for all.
Queso looked out into the field, anxiously watching the cows, and awaiting their milk. It had been days since he had a nibble of cheese. The people of Cheese Town had stopped eating each other. A new law passed by Mayor Milk stated that all cheese people are no longer allowed to feed off of each other. Queso was not satisfied with eating cottage cheese out of the river. He needed real cheese and was about to nom on the whole town.
The battle was moments away. Queso vs. Salsa. Peppers, onions, and tomatoes flew through the air. With the battle in full swing, Queso made the ultimate move and reached for a jug of water. The splash of H2O sliced Salsa across the face. No one likes watery salsa.
Just as it looked like Salsa man was going down, he reached inside him and pulls out… PICO DE GALLO. The bits and pieces flew through the air and completely missed Queso! Queso looks around and decides to take advantage of this opportunity while Salsa cuts some fresh peppers. Queso mounts a rock, expands his body, and furiously begins to spew farts at Salsa man.
Salsa man knows this attack will not last long. In the last city he fought Bleu Cheez, who used the same move and quickly lost energy. Salsa bolted towards Queso. He quickly picked up the goopy mess that was now Queso and ran threw the town. Queso had no stamina left, all he was capable of doing was producing silent but deadly farts. Though they did bother Salsa, he didn’t let it completely get to him.
Finally arriving at their destination Salsa begins to slow down. Queso tried to get away, he could see his impending doom ahead. Salsa scooped up his nemesis and threw him into the microwave. It only took a few seconds before Queso was blown to smithereens. BOOM. EXPLOSION.
Queso looked out into the field, anxiously watching the cows, and awaiting their milk. It had been days since he had a nibble of cheese. The people of Cheese Town had stopped eating each other. A new law passed by Mayor Milk stated that all cheese people are no longer allowed to feed off of each other. Queso was not satisfied with eating cottage cheese out of the river. He needed real cheese and was about to nom on the whole town.
The battle was moments away. Queso vs. Salsa. Peppers, onions, and tomatoes flew through the air. With the battle in full swing, Queso made the ultimate move and reached for a jug of water. The splash of H2O sliced Salsa across the face. No one likes watery salsa.
Just as it looked like Salsa man was going down, he reached inside him and pulls out… PICO DE GALLO. The bits and pieces flew through the air and completely missed Queso! Queso looks around and decides to take advantage of this opportunity while Salsa cuts some fresh peppers. Queso mounts a rock, expands his body, and furiously begins to spew farts at Salsa man.
Salsa man knows this attack will not last long. In the last city he fought Bleu Cheez, who used the same move and quickly lost energy. Salsa bolted towards Queso. He quickly picked up the goopy mess that was now Queso and ran threw the town. Queso had no stamina left, all he was capable of doing was producing silent but deadly farts. Though they did bother Salsa, he didn’t let it completely get to him.
Finally arriving at their destination Salsa begins to slow down. Queso tried to get away, he could see his impending doom ahead. Salsa scooped up his nemesis and threw him into the microwave. It only took a few seconds before Queso was blown to smithereens. BOOM. EXPLOSION.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Blogpost 11/5
p. 343 # 3, Write a journey poem in six lines
Taking each ingredient, and carefully placing them into the pan
It’s almost time for Berniece, Pablo, and Mrs. Dalloway to enjoy their pancakes
The batter is ready; the trio begins their voyage to the other kitchen
While in the living room they stop, they cannot all be seen entering the kitchen at the same time
They breath out together, exhaling the delightful fumes of their creation
Everyone is full; nonsensical verses soon encompass their surrounding
Taking each ingredient, and carefully placing them into the pan
It’s almost time for Berniece, Pablo, and Mrs. Dalloway to enjoy their pancakes
The batter is ready; the trio begins their voyage to the other kitchen
While in the living room they stop, they cannot all be seen entering the kitchen at the same time
They breath out together, exhaling the delightful fumes of their creation
Everyone is full; nonsensical verses soon encompass their surrounding
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Blogpost 10/29 **Free write Friday!!!**
You know what really grinds my gears?…
-People who try to bike or skateboard on campus, but fail miserably because they can‘t deal with the massive crowd. You should probably just walk, it’d be less of a hassle for everyone. Including yourself.
-Bikers and skateboarders in general. Sorry, I know it’s a free country. But don’t give me that look when I’m rounding the corner of a building and almost crash into you because you are going WAY too fast. I also apologize for not being able to see through walls, I’m currently working with my optometrist to get this fixed.
-Parking on campus. Enough said.
-Not being able to actually choose a drink at ANY restaurant.
“Can I have a diet Sunkist?”
“Oh, sorry. We only have diet coke. Is that ok?”
“Is monopoly money ok!?”
McDonalds has stepped it up and now has diet dr.pepper, but really, other diet drinks exist. Restaurants need to invest in them.
-Being in line behind someone at the redbox who clearly does not know how to use it. OR EVEN WORSE, being in line behind someone who wants to flip through every fucking page, or read the summery of every fucking movie. Seriously people, this machine is supposed to make things quick and easy. Come prepared with a movie you want to get, and a few backups.
-People who try to bike or skateboard on campus, but fail miserably because they can‘t deal with the massive crowd. You should probably just walk, it’d be less of a hassle for everyone. Including yourself.
-Bikers and skateboarders in general. Sorry, I know it’s a free country. But don’t give me that look when I’m rounding the corner of a building and almost crash into you because you are going WAY too fast. I also apologize for not being able to see through walls, I’m currently working with my optometrist to get this fixed.
-Parking on campus. Enough said.
-Not being able to actually choose a drink at ANY restaurant.
“Can I have a diet Sunkist?”
“Oh, sorry. We only have diet coke. Is that ok?”
“Is monopoly money ok!?”
McDonalds has stepped it up and now has diet dr.pepper, but really, other diet drinks exist. Restaurants need to invest in them.
-Being in line behind someone at the redbox who clearly does not know how to use it. OR EVEN WORSE, being in line behind someone who wants to flip through every fucking page, or read the summery of every fucking movie. Seriously people, this machine is supposed to make things quick and easy. Come prepared with a movie you want to get, and a few backups.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Blogpost 10/22.
Queso looked out into the field, anxiously watching the cows, and awaiting their milk. It had been days since he had a nibble of cheese. The people of Cheese Town had stopped eating other. Queso was not satisfied with eating cottage cheese out of the river. He needed real cheese and was about to nom on the whole town.
Salsa man is on the hunt for Queso. He had heard about the wave of Cheesepeople eating each other, and knew that it had spread to a location near him. And it was no surprise to him when he found out that Queso was behind the movement.
The battle was moments away. Queso vs. Salsa. Toppings and condiments flew through the air. With the battle in full swing Queso made the ultimate move and reached for a jug of water. The splash of H2O sliced Salsa across the face. No one likes watery salsa.
Just as it looked like Salsa man was going down, he reaches inside him and pulls out… PICO DE GALLO. The bits and pieces fly through the air and completely miss Queso!Queso looks around and decides to take advantage of this opportunity while Salsa cuts some fresh peppers. Queso mounts a rock, expands his body, and furiously begins to spew farts at Salsa man.
Thinking to himself, Salsa man knows this attack will not last long. In the last city he fought Bleu Cheez, who used the same move and quickly lost energy. Salsa bolted towards Queso. He quickly picked up the goopy mess that was now Queso and ran threw the town. Queso had no stamina left, all he was capable of doing was producing silent but deadly farts. Though they did bother Salsa, he didn’t let it completely get to him.
Finally arriving at their destination Salsa begins to slow down. Queso tried to get away, he could see his impending doom ahead. Salsa scooped up his nemesis and threw him into the microwave. BOOM. EXPLOSION.
Salsa man is on the hunt for Queso. He had heard about the wave of Cheesepeople eating each other, and knew that it had spread to a location near him. And it was no surprise to him when he found out that Queso was behind the movement.
The battle was moments away. Queso vs. Salsa. Toppings and condiments flew through the air. With the battle in full swing Queso made the ultimate move and reached for a jug of water. The splash of H2O sliced Salsa across the face. No one likes watery salsa.
Just as it looked like Salsa man was going down, he reaches inside him and pulls out… PICO DE GALLO. The bits and pieces fly through the air and completely miss Queso!Queso looks around and decides to take advantage of this opportunity while Salsa cuts some fresh peppers. Queso mounts a rock, expands his body, and furiously begins to spew farts at Salsa man.
Thinking to himself, Salsa man knows this attack will not last long. In the last city he fought Bleu Cheez, who used the same move and quickly lost energy. Salsa bolted towards Queso. He quickly picked up the goopy mess that was now Queso and ran threw the town. Queso had no stamina left, all he was capable of doing was producing silent but deadly farts. Though they did bother Salsa, he didn’t let it completely get to him.
Finally arriving at their destination Salsa begins to slow down. Queso tried to get away, he could see his impending doom ahead. Salsa scooped up his nemesis and threw him into the microwave. BOOM. EXPLOSION.
Friday, October 15, 2010
CW Post 10-15 p.217 #5
Sorry this is late. Its my birthday weekend, and I've been "preoccupied" until now. This piece may or may not be related...
al-co-hol-ic: 1. The person that stumbles down the stairs at 3am, rolls over and stands up. Then proceeds to pull themselves together enough to stand up and announce to the world that are drunk. Thank you, we know.
2. Sloshed, inebriated, hammered, trashed, wasted, slizzard. 3. Enjoying the company, meeting new faces who will be a distant memory in a mere few hours. Regretting decisions from the night before, as your insides hurl into the toilet. 4. Somber, crying alone in the corner. Who will take me home?
al-co-hol-ic: 1. The person that stumbles down the stairs at 3am, rolls over and stands up. Then proceeds to pull themselves together enough to stand up and announce to the world that are drunk. Thank you, we know.
2. Sloshed, inebriated, hammered, trashed, wasted, slizzard. 3. Enjoying the company, meeting new faces who will be a distant memory in a mere few hours. Regretting decisions from the night before, as your insides hurl into the toilet. 4. Somber, crying alone in the corner. Who will take me home?
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