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bad first English assignment is bad

7 Sep

Basically, I was required to write an introductory journal for my teacher to read and get to know me. She asked us to include things we believed we need her to know and the things that will help us in English this year. So… here is the piece of crap. Enjoy.

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I. My favorite one-letter word, because I shamelessly and self-indulgently love writing about myself. Other than my obnoxious vanity, I love love love to write. Over the past few years, I’ve become incredibly serious about writing, so much so I’ve begun to think it will be the career I choose to pursue. Recently, I’ve become more experimental in my writing. Such as trying poetry, essays, blogs, short stories and this absolutely insane project called NaNoWriMo, which stand for National Novel Writing Month (yes, you write a 50,000 word novel in one month. It’s the weirdest form of torture out there).

Naturally my love of writing stemmed from an early love of reading. I embraced reading in 4th grade, where I read young adult fantasy for way to long, among the few random books that I didn’t fully comprehend at the time. I evolved to reading more genres in the realm of books that is young adult fiction, and then so on. I’m always open to suggestions, and I’ve been getting into what some would call “proper” literature recently.
Along with my intense obsession with reading and writing, I love the internet. Something I get laughed at behind my back for, I’ve found refuge online in a community of like-minded people, i.e, people that also love reading and writing and other somewhat nerdy things. I’ve met friends that are closer to me then a great deal of my school friends. A “world” many people are hesitant to enter or embrace, I went in full-force and my parents have embraced it as well, so much so one of my friends I met online is flying to New York to stay with us for a few days late next summer.
These are all necessary things to know about me, because they are currently the things that make up a great deal of who I am and who I am becoming. I incorporate a great deal of what I’ve learned from writing and reading over the years into every English class I’m in. And more recently, I include a great deal of what I learn from the large community I’m involved in online in my ideas, opinions and thoughts.
For me to do well in English, I need to be met with a reasonable amount of patience and understanding. I also need my procrastination and occasional close-mindedness not to be tolerated, considering it tends to interfere with my ability to focus on the task at hand and the broader picture of things. My writing is incredibly weak and needs a large amount of work, not to mention I want to work on my editing skills because, let’s face it, a great deal of writing is re-writing. In a nutshell, that’s me, who I am right now and at least for the foreseeable future.

the sunday files

6 Dec

So, since I stayed up until about 4:30 this morning, I naturally got up at around 1:30 today. Once I got up, I trotted down the stairs, made myself a bowl of frosted chocolate mini wheats and then plopped down in front of the HGTV show my parents were watching. After I talked my mother into leaving and taking my father with her, I commenced watching the Harry Potter marathon on ABC Family. After I read Kristina’s blog, I began to browse through Dailybooth and YouTube, while Harry, Ron and Hermione drink Polyjuice potion. It was a relatively lazy and unproductive Sunday, to say the least. I lounged around in my pajamas all day with greasy hair and dirty clothes. After I showered, I used my new G perfume and then washed plethora of dirt clothes, which I still must put in the drier. I also began writing a new story at around 3 in the morning and I kind of like it. here are some images of characters below, along with what I have written so far.

Evan Miller

Rosy Highland

Robin Hoover

It took me a while to grasp what was happening. Evan was actually getting married to Rosy. I sat still in my chair, as the sound of forks scraping plates screeched around the reverberating congratulations.

“Robin? Do you not like the chicken?” My mother asked, concerned that her yard buzzard didn’t satisfy me.

“No, it’s great.” I said, smiling and then cutting off a piece of chicken and chewed it, swallowing the mealy glob. “Yum.” I said, which seemed to satisfy my mother because she smiled and turned back to asking Rosy what kind of dress she wanted to wear. I took a sip of water and watched as Evan talked, a smile on his face as he talked to my brother about the wedding.

“So, Robin,” Rosy said to me, loud enough to get everyone to look over at us and smile, “you’re going to be a bridesmaid right? I’ll even let you pick out your dress, so no awful ruffles or anything.” She said with a laugh. I took a deep breath and smiled.

“Of course!,” I said, getting a round of cheers from the table. “But, on one condition: No. Pink.” I said, seriously and everyone laughed.

“Done,” she said, swinging her blonde hair back and smiling at me. “it’s going to be a summer wedding. It’s both of our favorite season so we just decided that it would be perfect. Do you think yellow is okay?” Rosy asked.

“Of course. And that sounds beautiful.” I said. Last time I checked, Evan hated summer. But, obviously, things change. I sighed and pushed away from the table, taking my plate and what little dignity I had left with me. I heard the sounds of everyone getting ready to go into the living room and watch a movie. My mom, dad, brother and sister dropped off their dishes and some others. Rosy came in with her plate and a platter and set it on the counter with the other  dishes.

“Hey, Robin,” Rosy said, “I’m really glad this is all happening. And you know I have you to thank for it.” She said, smiling. Oh boy, did I know it was all me.

“Good. I’m happy for you.” I said and she pulled me into a hug, squashing her cheek against mine and holding me close. I smiled as she bounced out of the room, her dress swinging against Evan, who was coming in the kitchen. She stopped him in the doorway and kissed his cheek, then walked away into the living room.

“Need some help?” Evan asked, setting down a plate next to the pile of dishes.

“No thanks, I’m good.” I said icily.

“You sure? I’m a pro dishwasher; remember the Thanksgiving of 2006?”

“Yup, but I’m good.”

“Robin,” Evan whined, swinging to my other side. “what’s up?”

“You don’t get it, do you? And you never will.” I said, throwing the wet sponge at him and marching upstairs. As I slammed my door, I heard a plate crash to the floor, the pieces of glass hitting the cabinets, and the murmur of Evan’s voice  apologizing to my mom for breaking it.

That’s all of the story I have so far and I would appreciate comments/constructive criticism. Evan and Rosy’s pictures are exactly how I picture those two, but Robin’s is a little ify. Send me pictures of how you might picture Robin? please?