Last post?

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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?

Blog Post 5: Tension Killer

    As the sun swept in through the window, she rose from her bed pushing the sheets onto the floor. Her husband had already left for work, and didn’t bother to leave any coffee. The pillows on the couch had lost their shape over the years. She picked a few up and stacked them on top of each other, then stretched out to lay her head down. While reaching for the remote, one of her slippers came off and fell to the ground. She flicked through the channels. Nothing was on. She stood up and went to the back door to let some air in; the house was stuffy. The bulb in the lamp next to her had burned out. She went to the kitchen to find another, but realized there were none. She picked a book up off the coffee table and returned to the couch to start reading. The day went by slowly. At 9pm she fell down into bed and slept for ten hours.

Blog Post 4: "I would have stayed up with you all night; had I known how to save a life."

p.122, #6
I started with the idea of working with the pictures, and did use them in writing this piece. Then after I had the entire thing done I went back and changed a lot of things. I just didn't think the first one really did this person justice.

    This is the girl I used to know. Fun loving, living life without a care in the world. Carefully applied makeup and straightened hair created a striking look; ready to go out and cause a commotion. Sitting in the passenger seat after a few shots of vodka that lit up her youthful face and caused a permanent smile. Five hours later the scene takes a different turn. She would no longer be in the passenger seat, it was her time to drive. The car runs off the road and into a ditch, while trying to avoid the flashing lights following her.

    Star diver on our schools swimming and diving team, first runner up homecoming queen, and brains to top it all off. Everyone at school knew her, she made herself hard to ignore. I will never forget the day I came into work and saw her sitting in the managers office, watching training videos. Finally, I would get to meet the girl everyone else seemed to know.

    Her beauty had begun to fade, and the personality was going up in smoke. You might as well have a conversation with yourself at this point. The only relationship that mattered to her was the one with the “vase” that she hid in her closet. Potential; the word seemed to be thrown around a lot.

    The fun we used to have now seems a distant memory, washed away in a sea of broken promises and disappointments. Anticipating the weekends that someone’s parents would go out of town. Allowing us to take over the house, drowning in copious amounts of liquid courage. The drinks no longer worked for her, she was immune, it became a daily thing. The fun we used to have.

    Going out to eat for our friends birthday, by this time we had all moved away or gone off to college in another city, everyone except her. The scene is set for a nice evening among ‘family.’ That’s what it felt like now. We had been so close over the past four years, I felt like I had known these people my entire life. We knew each others strengths and weaknesses. We snuck each other into our houses late at night, when our home wasn’t exactly perfect. No one bothered to dress up, who were we trying to impress anyway? This was the last time I held a completely sober conversation with her.

                                    This is the girl I wanted to know.

CW Post #3

p.92 #8: Write a very short piece about an incident that occurred at a secret place you favored as a child. Now, rewrite the piece from another kid's point of view. In a third version write from the point of view of your mother, who stumbles upon the scene.

After school we would gather in the courtyard that was set in-between our rows of brick town homes. You could tell that this was a nice place when it was first built, and though now not completely run down, it definitely lacked an element of elegance. Aaron was the older boy who lived in our complex. Not much older, only about two years, but old enough for us to follow him, and do what he wanted. That day after school we walked into the courtyard and sat underneath the basketball hoop that was missing a net. Aaron pointed out a dead bird a few feet away from us. Being young boys we all ventured over to have a look. “Lets poke it,” he said. I was not ok with this; it was already dead, lets just leave it alone. The other guys however thought this was a grand idea. Aaron picked up a nearby stick and started poking the bird. I squirmed inside. The poking continued until the bird opened up. This was too much for me to take. The insides of the poor creature started to fall out. Oh shit I thought, here it comes. Suddenly my insides began to pour out. On the ground in front of me you could see chunks from my cafeteria lunch. We had hot dogs that day.

I watched out my window as the boys gathered by the basketball hoop. I wanted so desperately to play with them, but I knew my sisters would not approve. I had always been the tomboy in the family, and having two sisters didn’t help much. Living with them and my mom under one roof got hectic often; three girls and one woman, in a small two bedroom unit. The boys seemed to do fun things, I would hear about them in class from Peter. Today did not look like something I wanted to join though. I watched anxiously as Aaron picked up the stick, hoping he wouldn’t offer it to Peter. I knew Peter wouldn’t do something like that, and I had warned him about Aaron before. Something about that boy wasn’t right. Boys can be cruel and I was seeing it with my own eyes. Peter just threw up. The sight of it caused me to gag, and I ran off to the bathroom.

This isn’t exactly how I wanted my life to go. Having my third grader be a latch key kid was not in my life plan. Soon, we’ll be able to get out of here. Very soon. I watch as he plays outside with the neighborhood kids, and hope to myself he isn’t having to hear or go through the same things I did at that age. They say history repeats itself, and I always said I would never go back to the projects. But look at me now. Its ok though, we’re getting out soon. I quickly put on my happy face as he runs up the steps to our door. However, he doesn’t look as happy as I’m pretending to be. He tells me the story of the bird. Maybe this is normal. No its not normal. You know what they say about kids that torture animals. I dry his face off and we head out to the car. Its going to be a McDonald's night. Soon, we will get out of here. 

Welcome to the Fletch

So this started out as the classwork that we were working on in class. I had the idea of describing a dorm. But as I started writing it started going in a completely different direction. So i just kinda went with it... whoops? I dont think i'm done with it yet either...

Until I came to Greenville I know nothing of dorm life, or living with 700 other people for that matter. My first week of dorm life flat out sucked. Today I would be moving into another building on the other side of campus; I had no idea what to expect.
I would be calling Fletcher Hall home for the next eight or so months, at first glance it seemed to tower above me; encompassing all sunlight in sight.

 So intimidating:

 Little did I know it was about to get worse as I entered through those large black double doors of doom. Upon entrance I noticed stairs that led to a strange large room on the right. The left held another set of nerve-wrecking double doors.


Which way was I supposed to go?…


The set of doors looked the most promising. Walking towards them I passed what looked like thousands of mailboxes. How would I find mine?


And for that matter… where is my mail key?


Choosing the doors was a bad idea; they were locked. I decided to turn back and head up to the strange room on the right. There were a few people, sitting around doing school work and socializing. I was too ashamed to ask them what to do. Behind me I heard the black double doors of doom open. Someone was coming in and heading towards the locked doors. I nonchalantly turned around to follow them. Maybe they knew something I didn’t…






They used their room key to open the door…?






The elevator ride up to the seventh floor seemed to last an hour. I stood there quietly trying to forget the fact that it felt as if the elevator was about to explode every time it moved.


I reached the seventh floor and was surprisingly greeted by my new RA, who was assembling a bulletin board. He seemed nice, kind of a tool.


He pointed me in the direction of my room, the last one at the very end of the hall. As I strolled down the empty hallway I could hear the sound of music greater louder with each step I took. Halfway down the hall I started to hear an awful sound. The sound you expect a cat to make during labor. Someone was trying to sing along to the song.


Stopping in front of my room, 702, I realized the wretched noise was coming from inside.

Creative Writing Blog #1, pg. 50, #8

 Sympathy for my Chickens

Tree cries die beneath the wind
they are planning an attack,
against the man who no longer cares.

I have chickens,
who shut the doors in hopes of hiding their eggs.
They know of my true desire.
For them a December blanket of ice
will lead to their downfall.

I've discovered I don't need
the acres or the land.

The hoards of people, shuffling from behind
like harsh winds keeping barn doors shut.
And I smell the fumes from the street,
the chaos of this city I love.