Sunday, February 22, 2009

0049.

A referral..

Please read this post by Jen Taylor, a writer whose blog I subscribe to, if you would. She makes a lot of sense.

Weird how we were just talking about this, Nicole..

Friday, February 20, 2009

0048.

(Possibly D-List) Celebrities Whom I Wish Hadn't Faded Into Oblivion:


1. Devon Sawa

2. Kevin from the Backstreet Boys

3. Gregory Smith

4. Erik Von Detten

5. Kaci & JoJo

6. Ja Rule

7. The cast of Boy Meets World

8. Jonathan Taylor Thomas

9. Dustin Diamond (name that character...)

..but mostly Devon Sawa.


Oh, and here's the "creative response" to a book called Borderlands (think: immigration, exploitation, loss of identity) I wrote for my 3rd Year Writing class. I think it's pretty okay for a 1-page (double spaced) narrative:

My stomach lurched in the most unbearable way. I was no longer able to distinguish whether the torrential river blurring my vision was the beating rain or my own gushing tears. The ice-cold mud squished through my sandals, between my toes as I tore through the darkness, though I could barely feel my feet anymore. I struggled to wrap my sopping wet hand-woven shawl tighter around my shoulders in an attempt to feel warmth again.

Not having eaten in two days, I felt my legs begin to buckle underneath me as I neared that ambiguous territory. The knot in my stomach told me they’d find me and send me back—or worse—but still, I felt compelled to continue. My goal was on the horizon.

I tried to remember my son. My sweet, beautiful son. This is for him. I will find a way. No longer will I accept poverty as an inevitable truth.

Lights. Illuminating the small palm tree within 50 feet of me I had not previously been aware of, the beams scoured the area to my left. My heart throbbed against my ribs as if it refused to be contained. I had arrived. I collapsed to the ground as if my body had been holding out just long enough to see a glimpse of the destination.

I lay frozen on the mucky ground, for I knew not what else to do. My body seemed to have forgotten how to flinch, let alone crawl. I prayed. I prayed with more conviction than I had during the only four Masses I’d attended in my lifetime combined. I do not know to whom exactly I was praying. The universe, I guess. Or any being who promised hope. I suppose I prayed due to a lack of feasible alternatives.
I heard the crunch of tires on gravel. A door slammed shut. This was it. They would be here soon. My body convulsed in a fit of uncontrollable sobs. Perdóname, mi hijo. I managed to whisper, perdóname,,,

Monday, February 16, 2009

0047.

Things I Hate and/or Don't Understand.


1. Hard-back books. seriously. give me one good reason.

2. page requirements. I still hold to the saying my high school english teacher always said in response to the "how long does it have to be?" question: Like a girl's skirt: long enough to cover everything, but short enough to keep it interesting.

3. Times earlier than 10am.

To Be Continued...


In other news,

I am totally over this being-busy thing. I know there are you people out there who just live for the thrill of rushing from place to place, never having time to sit and watch Gilmore Girls...but I just don't roll that way.
I love down time.
I don't love every week being almost an exact replica of the previous one, then waking up on Monday and doing it all over again.


I did sign on for this, I guess. But whatever. Igbok. (Thanks, Fellowship)

I am currently avoiding BS-ing my way through the last page (of 3) of a paper on material for which i have only 1/4 a page of notes, and that the book only addresses for a grand total of 3 sentences. Like I told my classmate Courtney (who, by the way, feels my pain)...my paper is currently a random assortment of incoherent ramblings that may or may not actually answer the question. Whatever.

My weekend was chaos. But Valentine's and seeing my family was nice.
Our kitchen has recently transformed into a garden, but that's a story for another day.

Tomorrow is definitely a t-shirt day.