Sometimes because of pride or ego or a mistaken idea, one person may not confide in another or tell them the whole truth. Have you ever been in a situation in which you didn’t want the other person to know something about you? You had something you wanted to keep secret? How did you act? Did the other person realize you were hiding something? How did your behavior change the way they acted toward you?
I have indeed been in such a situation. I'm not sure I really acted any different in the case I'm thinking of. Like, at all. Or if I did, whoever it was I was talking to had no idea. So yeah. Sometimes though, like, when I have a crush I don't really want to tell someone or some such thing, then I know I act differently. I word my sentences just so and have a certain expresssion. Usually people catch that. They realize I'm hiding something and try and force whatever it is out of me. It doesn't usually create problems. Never really had that happen to me. I can't really think of anything else. There are times I don't want to tell someone needed information because I know it will make them mad, but that's not the same thing.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Halloween Costume
Describe your best or worst Halloween costume ever. Use lots of details and explain why it was so awesome or lame.
I would have to say that my best Halloween costume ever was when I was dinky and a clown. Why, you ask? Because, when you're little, they're just so much cooler. It was a full body suit, striped on one side, polka dotted on the other, with an awesome matching hat. I wore.. bare feet, I think, and my face was painted white and clowny and I had one of the sweet clown noses. When you are small, everything is more. You don't know as much, ignorance is bliss. My enjoyment of that costume was so much more than any costume I've worn since, probably because I was so young. I also have a strange fixation with clowns. I really like them. Especially when I was younger. So not only was it just cool, but it was a clown!
I would have to say that my best Halloween costume ever was when I was dinky and a clown. Why, you ask? Because, when you're little, they're just so much cooler. It was a full body suit, striped on one side, polka dotted on the other, with an awesome matching hat. I wore.. bare feet, I think, and my face was painted white and clowny and I had one of the sweet clown noses. When you are small, everything is more. You don't know as much, ignorance is bliss. My enjoyment of that costume was so much more than any costume I've worn since, probably because I was so young. I also have a strange fixation with clowns. I really like them. Especially when I was younger. So not only was it just cool, but it was a clown!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Breaking Dawn
As anyone who has read the Twilight series, I've read Breaking Dawn. Shock of shock, it's on the top ten. Personally, it was fine. It was good enough that it stands out in my memory enough for me to remember any details. I also slightly dislike it, but mostly the series in general, because SO MANY people do. I have lots of problems conforming. The writing in the book is fine, nothing exceptional. The story, cliche, not bad. Yeah. Personally, my taste in books varies so drastically from that of other teens I don't even want to begin to speculate why it's there or whether or not it should be.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Edgar Allan Poe
It seems like reading Edgar Allen Poe stories around Halloween is a rite of passage for students in English classes. He wrote poems such as "The Raven" and "Annabel Lee" and stories like "The Tell-Tale Heart", "The Black Cat", "The Fall of the House of Usher", "The Cask of Amontillado", "The Masque of the Red Death", "The Pit and the Pendulum", etc.If you have read Poe stories before, which ones have you read and what do you remember of them? Did you like them? How scary/creepy were they? Share your memories of you or teachers reading the works of Edgar Allen Poe.If you have not read Poe or don't remember, describe to me what you expect from a classic horror writer? What kinds of stories do you think we'll be reading? Have you ever read scary stories?
Edgar Allan Poe. My experience with him is limited, but probably more extensive than your average ninth grader's. We read "Tell-Tale Heart" in English last year. I have also read "Annabel Lee." I remember "The Tell-Tale Heart" well and "Annabel Lee" not at all. I did like them. I am not one for creepy in any way shape or form, but Poe's stories are well written and well done. And for being creepy horror, they weren't as bad as I expected. However, I haven't read much (that I remember). I expect great things of Poe. From what I can tell, his stories will have violence, but not descriptions. Creepy, but more in a mental way. I am now way excited. I have read a variety of creepy (sorta?). I really like murder mysteries.
Edgar Allan Poe. My experience with him is limited, but probably more extensive than your average ninth grader's. We read "Tell-Tale Heart" in English last year. I have also read "Annabel Lee." I remember "The Tell-Tale Heart" well and "Annabel Lee" not at all. I did like them. I am not one for creepy in any way shape or form, but Poe's stories are well written and well done. And for being creepy horror, they weren't as bad as I expected. However, I haven't read much (that I remember). I expect great things of Poe. From what I can tell, his stories will have violence, but not descriptions. Creepy, but more in a mental way. I am now way excited. I have read a variety of creepy (sorta?). I really like murder mysteries.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Beauty
Have you ever studied a skunk's eyes? Write about some item you find beauty in that many others might not.
Hmmm... I don't know. I pride myself on my wonderful taste (Baha! Not really...) so I don't really think that anyone would disagree with me. Really, all the examples I have have to do with men and crushes and such and I'm not sure I want to disclose such things on a blog that everyone can read. Thus, I shan't. There are small things that come to mind. Just yesterday I watched a comedy gymnastics routine. As I am a gymnast, I can look at people doing gymnastics and tell their form, their flexability, their skill. Watching it was hilarious, but where other people who don't have my knowledge just found it amusing, I found it a thing of beauty. The routines were well done, well exucuted and the gymnast was one of the best I've watched. His flexablity was amazing, his skills wonderful, and his strength unbelievable. Where other people found amusement at his "falls" and "mistakes" I was way impressed because of the obvious (to me at least) strenth and skill that they took.
Then I have cats. I love my cats.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Secrets
Have you ever known a secret that you thought you should tell? Did you tell? If you've never experienced this, what do you think it would be like to know a secret that you think is dangerous?
Yes. Maybe not dangerous persay, but defintely not something to be kept to oneself. You know you need to tell. You can just feel it. I did tell. Now that I think about it, it was kind of a big deal, but I didn't even think about it at the time. I was not asked to keep it secret, nor was I "told." It was something that I gathered and understood from being the kind of person that I am. Secrets are not very good. Really. There are things that you want kept private for whatever reason, but I think secrets are really something that are bad. I think that if we prefer something private, it's not the same. That "secret" has negative conotations. Take, for instance, you like someone. You tell a friend. You ask them not to tell. It's not a secret, it's something you prefer private. Then, you found drugs, and are not turning them in. You tell a friend. You ask them not to tell. That's not something to be kept private, that's a secret. Usually secrets need to be told to someone becase there is a problem. It's a secret for a reason, and usually that reason isn't good. Then there are things that you keep private or secret for a short amount of time for some reason, but if it comes out in the open and it's not bad, it's not really a secret. Hmmm... just some thoughts that are completely irrelevant....
Yes. Maybe not dangerous persay, but defintely not something to be kept to oneself. You know you need to tell. You can just feel it. I did tell. Now that I think about it, it was kind of a big deal, but I didn't even think about it at the time. I was not asked to keep it secret, nor was I "told." It was something that I gathered and understood from being the kind of person that I am. Secrets are not very good. Really. There are things that you want kept private for whatever reason, but I think secrets are really something that are bad. I think that if we prefer something private, it's not the same. That "secret" has negative conotations. Take, for instance, you like someone. You tell a friend. You ask them not to tell. It's not a secret, it's something you prefer private. Then, you found drugs, and are not turning them in. You tell a friend. You ask them not to tell. That's not something to be kept private, that's a secret. Usually secrets need to be told to someone becase there is a problem. It's a secret for a reason, and usually that reason isn't good. Then there are things that you keep private or secret for a short amount of time for some reason, but if it comes out in the open and it's not bad, it's not really a secret. Hmmm... just some thoughts that are completely irrelevant....
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Juliet
Oh joy! Oh ecstasy! I have just come from the chapel. I, Juliet Capulet, and Romeo Montague were bound together in matrimony this very afternonn. I, age 13 (soon to be 14) and he, Romeo, age 16. Was this smart? Is this real?
But oh! Married! Me! Now! To the love of my life! Romeo! Montague..... Oh my. This is going to be interesting there is no doubt. My parents will not take to this well, and neither will his.
How shall we break it? When? Sooner, later, never, now? How long can I be married and a maid, married and yet pursued? Paris still wishes to woo me, but I am taken. Married. What happens when I no longer look to like? What will Mother say? What will Father say when I refuse his suit? They will want to know why... Just last night I said I would look to like, and do whatever my Mother and Father wish. But it is no longer so. I am married. To a Montague! I have already denied my parents and all their wishes.
But oh! Can one be so happy? Really, my soul has taken wing! Life is a beautiful thing. Romeo, the love of my life, is my partner for life. Married. To spend life together. 'til death do us part.... Sigh. Can you love more? None can know what I feel. Sweet Romeo... How can you feel so many different things at the same time? Pure happiness, a bubbling of love, a worry so intense one has a headache, an ache of the heart, a guilt for decieving one's parents, a feeling of exhilaeration because one has denied one's parents. So many emotions! Emotions that cannont be described! Emotions you can't put into words! Emotions so intense they affect you physically! Oh but my love is boundless. I cannot wait to see my love again. Soon. As soon as possible. My husband....
But oh! Married! Me! Now! To the love of my life! Romeo! Montague..... Oh my. This is going to be interesting there is no doubt. My parents will not take to this well, and neither will his.
How shall we break it? When? Sooner, later, never, now? How long can I be married and a maid, married and yet pursued? Paris still wishes to woo me, but I am taken. Married. What happens when I no longer look to like? What will Mother say? What will Father say when I refuse his suit? They will want to know why... Just last night I said I would look to like, and do whatever my Mother and Father wish. But it is no longer so. I am married. To a Montague! I have already denied my parents and all their wishes.
But oh! Can one be so happy? Really, my soul has taken wing! Life is a beautiful thing. Romeo, the love of my life, is my partner for life. Married. To spend life together. 'til death do us part.... Sigh. Can you love more? None can know what I feel. Sweet Romeo... How can you feel so many different things at the same time? Pure happiness, a bubbling of love, a worry so intense one has a headache, an ache of the heart, a guilt for decieving one's parents, a feeling of exhilaeration because one has denied one's parents. So many emotions! Emotions that cannont be described! Emotions you can't put into words! Emotions so intense they affect you physically! Oh but my love is boundless. I cannot wait to see my love again. Soon. As soon as possible. My husband....
Monday, September 14, 2009
Fate
Do you believe in Fate? Are there certain things in life that, once set in motion, are inevitable; things that cannot be stopped once they are started? The story of Romeo and Juliet implies that the path of their love and what happens to them is part of Fate's plan. Do you think this is possible?
I really don't know. I mean really. There is no way to know. It's all about what you believe. I don't know what I believe. There is evidence and testimonies from intelligent people to support a ridiculous amount of theories. For all I know there is a destiny that I will discover and follow and regardless of what I do I will fullfil it. Or it could not matter in the least and I make my own choices. Or I make my own choices but there is a Divine Being who knows me so well that he can tell what choices I'll make and make it so that I'll end up fulfilling some sort of something. I don't know what I believe. You know, I'm at that point in my life when I'm confused, trying to figure myself out, what I believe, who I blah blah blah. Or something. Whatever. Or maybe, it's none of the above but is a psychological thing. If I believe it, then it is so. If I believe nothing, then nothing is so. Holy cow but this makes you wonder. Why the filth are you doing this to me? I like to think but now you're just confusing me. Maybe life is nothing and everything. Life is what you want it to be. All you have to do is change your thoughts. Maybe you see what you want to see. Believe what you want to believe. Maybe everybody is always living in denial about everything. Like a mist... you can't see through the mist... What the filth? Who knows. Maybe there's fate. But then again, maybe Romeo and Juliet is a fictional play made by a man who wrote plays to entertain people who had to have the play stopped sporadically for bear baitings, cock fights, and juggling and acrobatic acts. So maybe it's a nice idea that has no merit whatsoever and everybody is way overthinking this. By that I don't mean me at all..... Haha.
I really don't know. I mean really. There is no way to know. It's all about what you believe. I don't know what I believe. There is evidence and testimonies from intelligent people to support a ridiculous amount of theories. For all I know there is a destiny that I will discover and follow and regardless of what I do I will fullfil it. Or it could not matter in the least and I make my own choices. Or I make my own choices but there is a Divine Being who knows me so well that he can tell what choices I'll make and make it so that I'll end up fulfilling some sort of something. I don't know what I believe. You know, I'm at that point in my life when I'm confused, trying to figure myself out, what I believe, who I blah blah blah. Or something. Whatever. Or maybe, it's none of the above but is a psychological thing. If I believe it, then it is so. If I believe nothing, then nothing is so. Holy cow but this makes you wonder. Why the filth are you doing this to me? I like to think but now you're just confusing me. Maybe life is nothing and everything. Life is what you want it to be. All you have to do is change your thoughts. Maybe you see what you want to see. Believe what you want to believe. Maybe everybody is always living in denial about everything. Like a mist... you can't see through the mist... What the filth? Who knows. Maybe there's fate. But then again, maybe Romeo and Juliet is a fictional play made by a man who wrote plays to entertain people who had to have the play stopped sporadically for bear baitings, cock fights, and juggling and acrobatic acts. So maybe it's a nice idea that has no merit whatsoever and everybody is way overthinking this. By that I don't mean me at all..... Haha.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Romeo
Ah but life is a woeful thing! My love, my life, has sworn never to love or be married! How could she? Such a waste of beauty! Benvolio, though I know he loves me, he doesn't know what I suffer. Even suggesting that there is someone more beautiful than Rosaline. How could I possibly love another? But, to make him happy and because I am such a wonderful person, I will go to the party. The Capulet's party. That we are most surely not supposed to attend, but nobody will know, and nobody will care, and Rosaline will be there. To gaze upon her beauty one last time before I never see her again is worth every risk and every thing that Benvolio requests of me.
Then on top of (dramatic sigh), Rosaline, my family! All they want to do is fight with the Capulets! You'd think they have something better to do but they don't! I mean really! All they do is fight fight fight. We've been threatened with execution if anymore brawls happen. I can't imagine that they're going to stop, stupid people that they are. Maybe there's some way to end this fued.... I wonder what it's even about... Something stupid I'm sure... Oh well.
But at least I have the party to look forward to. And maybe.... just maybe.. they'll be someone I like better....
But at least I have the party to look forward to. And maybe.... just maybe.. they'll be someone I like better....
Friday, September 4, 2009
True Love
Define true love. Do you believe it exists?
True love. How vague can you get? I am just assuming that you mean true love in the romantic sense because otherwise we get off on all these tangents and we just don't have that kind of room and you just don't want to read all that much. True love is an intense subject. You can't really define true love. Just doesn't work. Just doesn't. True love. I think I've seen it. I guess you can't really know though. It exists. It has to. I think all love is true, but then you have different levels of purity. Crushes are love. Just a small love mixed with other things. It's still true love, just with a mixture of other things. You just have different proportions of true love and other stuff. I believe it exists. I just can't describe it. So I won't. I'm also 14. Not a heck of a lot of experience with sort of thing, you know?
True love. How vague can you get? I am just assuming that you mean true love in the romantic sense because otherwise we get off on all these tangents and we just don't have that kind of room and you just don't want to read all that much. True love is an intense subject. You can't really define true love. Just doesn't work. Just doesn't. True love. I think I've seen it. I guess you can't really know though. It exists. It has to. I think all love is true, but then you have different levels of purity. Crushes are love. Just a small love mixed with other things. It's still true love, just with a mixture of other things. You just have different proportions of true love and other stuff. I believe it exists. I just can't describe it. So I won't. I'm also 14. Not a heck of a lot of experience with sort of thing, you know?
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Superpower
If you had one superpower, what would it be and why?
If I had one superpower, what I would want at this moment (you do this kind of prompt a lot. It changes everytime) would be the ability to read minds. I don't mean like, "I hear your thoughts and bla bla bla." I would be able to feel someone else's mind like I do my own. It would be a voluntary thing. I would be able to hone in on a specific mind because I wanted to. It would be completely controlled. I would be able to understand the little incomplete thoughts that flit across one's mind. The real makeup of the mind are those little thoughts and then those thoughts that are put into words. I would be able to know what others feel. So if I'm talking to someone and their bored off their gourd, then I would use my wonderful power to feel that and to tactfully put an end to the conversation and walk off.
I wouldn't use my power for good or evil. It would be m0re of a personal thing that I would use to further my relationships. I am usually and mostly a blunt yet rather tactful person. If I were doing something that were bugging one of my friends and they were just too polite to say something, I could read it in their mind and then either talk to them about it or fix it. If there were someone who was plotting evil things or thinking evil things, or saying evil things about me, I could confront them. And would. I would use it to further my relationships and know what people think of me, but I wouldn't abuse the privilage. I wouldn't tell people that this person thought/said this, or that this person has a crush on you but they don't want to tell you. I wouldn't mess with it. I would use it intelligently. Or something to that effect.
If I had one superpower, what I would want at this moment (you do this kind of prompt a lot. It changes everytime) would be the ability to read minds. I don't mean like, "I hear your thoughts and bla bla bla." I would be able to feel someone else's mind like I do my own. It would be a voluntary thing. I would be able to hone in on a specific mind because I wanted to. It would be completely controlled. I would be able to understand the little incomplete thoughts that flit across one's mind. The real makeup of the mind are those little thoughts and then those thoughts that are put into words. I would be able to know what others feel. So if I'm talking to someone and their bored off their gourd, then I would use my wonderful power to feel that and to tactfully put an end to the conversation and walk off.
I wouldn't use my power for good or evil. It would be m0re of a personal thing that I would use to further my relationships. I am usually and mostly a blunt yet rather tactful person. If I were doing something that were bugging one of my friends and they were just too polite to say something, I could read it in their mind and then either talk to them about it or fix it. If there were someone who was plotting evil things or thinking evil things, or saying evil things about me, I could confront them. And would. I would use it to further my relationships and know what people think of me, but I wouldn't abuse the privilage. I wouldn't tell people that this person thought/said this, or that this person has a crush on you but they don't want to tell you. I wouldn't mess with it. I would use it intelligently. Or something to that effect.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Shakespeare
What comes to your mind when you hear the words, "Now we're going to read Shakespeare!" Do you cringe in fear? Do you giggle with glee? What past experiences have you had with Shakespeare to make you react the way you do?
When I hear Shakespeare my reaction is "Sweet." I really like his comedies but I don't like tradegies and I don't like analyzing literature. I've read and seen his plays done, and I think they are hilarious. My favorite being Much Ado About Nothing. I am all for doing Shakespeare except for the homework and jazz that comes with it.
When I hear Shakespeare my reaction is "Sweet." I really like his comedies but I don't like tradegies and I don't like analyzing literature. I've read and seen his plays done, and I think they are hilarious. My favorite being Much Ado About Nothing. I am all for doing Shakespeare except for the homework and jazz that comes with it.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
My first entry
Yo. Welcome. To my blog. Thank you for reading. If you are reading this, you're really kind of a weirdy and have way too much time on your hands. Just kidding... I love you. Thanks for reading and all that.
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