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Week of Dec 7-Dec 13: Free Blog Post 3

kara724 — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 21:46:45 +0000

This year was very different for me compared to previous years in many respects actually, but I will touch on one here. Normally, I dread the thought of winter coming. Summer just never seems to last long enough! I would so much rather it be warm and sunny outside than gray, snowy and cold. But this year, our first major snow came in early December, which seems to me actually kind of late compared to previous years. At first, I liked the whole ‘no snow’ trend that was happening. Day by day the weather would still be on the warmer side. I saw the leaves changing, I felt the seasons changing, but still no signs of snow! I kept myself from really thinking about this, and instead just enjoyed it, because I didn’t want to point it out and then jinx myself. But then as time went on, I kind of longed for the snow! I felt that the time was right finally, and I was ready to see snow again. I feel bad for those who live in the parts of the world where they are not able to enjoy all the seasons. I think that if winter was never to come, and snow was never to fall, I would actually be pretty sad! I would be like, “This just isn’t right.”

Right now I am looking out my window and I see the pretty white snow. I am glad that it is there for once, maybe it needed to come later for me to appreciate it this year. Still though, it better not cut my summer short next year! Then, I’ll be back to my normal snow-hating self

Week of Dec 7-Dec 13: Free Blog Post 2

kara724 — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 21:29:18 +0000

Things given away to carelessly:

I remember when I was younger, I had serious restrictions on saying the l-word. LOVE. I could not wait until the day that I could say “I love you” to the boy of my dreams. And I decided that I would never ever say it until the time that I actually felt it. I wanted that moment to be perfect and I did not want to waste it by saying it to my casual friends. It was always such a popular thing to say “Love you!” to your girlfriends at school. It was the thing to say when you were trying to be playful or cute or to let your friend know that you were pretty tight friends. But I didn’t like it. I always wished that it wouldn’t be weird if you could say to your friend, “I really really really like you! See you tomorrow!” But obviously, it wouldn’t work And of course, when my best friend would say she loved me, it was always casual, I knew that, she knew that, everyone knew that. But still, why use that precious word that has such a deep meaning? Eventually, I gave in and started saying I love you back to my friends because it would be just funny or ridiculous if they would say it to me and then I would just smile and wave back. Why was I making it such a big deal? To this day though, I still wish that I could have saved those words for my special guy. But everyone knows that the word love can be a very serious word at times and a very casual word too. I just wish there could be two different words…

Week of Dec 7- Dec 13: Free Blog Post 1

kara724 — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 21:13:38 +0000

Right now, and for the past roughly 6 months, I would consider my favorite singer/songwriter to be Taylor Swift. I love absolutely every one of her songs and she is an incredible role model. She is proof that hard work, dedication and a strong love and passion for something is all you need for success. Taylor Swift rose to the top herself, getting her start on MySpace. I think it is crazy how much she has accomplished and she is only 19 – my age.

I also think we have a lot in common. She writes all of her songs herself, and they are based on her past experiences. I heard her say once that if she is struggling with something, it helps if she writes about it. I myself keep a diary, and I find too that writing something down that is bothering me will help me clear my head. Granted, I could never produce a song out of my diary entries or personal experiences, but I think it is neat how we both are driven to write our problems down.

Based on the majority of her songs, I think Taylor Swift and I have a pretty similar life when it comes to boy problems and/or experiences. It is unbelievable how much I can relate to some of her songs, right down to every single word and emotion. I always think, “I’ve totally been there!” And when the moment arises, nothing feels more liberating than to blast and sing aloud a Taylor Swift song.

Last summer I had the opportunity to go to one of her concerts. It was amazing. My boyfriend and I had awesome seats too so we got a great show and close pictures. Hopefully I can see her in concert again sometime in the future.

Week of Nov 30th-Dec 6th: Process Post

kara724 — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:58:06 +0000

I thought I would write about the story assignment. I believe I am really going to have to cut it down from the three installments that I handed in while in class. My story really only has two main scenes. One where the robot comes to life and interacts with the family and how bonding takes place. The second main scene or main idea of my story is that the little girl in the family whom the robot is supposed to be protective over hurts herself and starts crying. The robot comes over and decides that he must punish her for doing that to herself because after all, no one hurts his family. So then later that night the mom comes home to find her daughter missing and the robot is standing there, guilty as ever.

If I was to expand on any part of my story it would probably have to be the part where I describe the robot. It’d be nice if I had better describing skills in my back pocket because there is this image of a robot I want to portray but I is so difficult to get down on paper what I see in my head.

But I felt like my third installment of my story was mostly extra information that I will probably cut out in the end. I don’t feel like my story needs too much extra information. Straight and to the point works pretty well for my story. We will see how my revising goes. I know I still need to do some serious connecting – so that will add a good bulk of words. In the end, I hope everyone likes my story and is surprised by the ending!

Week of Nov 30th-Dec 6th: In-Class Exercise

kara724 — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:47:10 +0000

She was going on and on about what she got her boyfriend for Christmas. She loved keeping it a secret from him and letting him know that she had something really great because she knew he would absolutely love it. She said that she remembers exactly what happened that made her come up with the perfect Christmas present for him. She was in his room, they were watching TV and looking on the computer. Her boyfriend mentioned something and BAM! She knew what she had to get him for Christmas. In the morning, the first thing she did was seek out the gift. The gift is sitting in her room right now, she says, just waiting for her to cleverly wrap it up, and give it to him so that he can open it up and be sorry surprised and happy. She pauses on our way to our next class and looks over at me. “You know,” she says, “I think I know exactly how I am going to wrap it up. It’ll be really cute.” Down the hall we continue to go, me listening, trying to how enthusiasm while she goes on and on, having not a care in the world.

Week of Nov 30-Dec 6:Memior Prompt

kara724 — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:34:53 +0000

My first kiss was very unromantic. My boyfriend at the time and I were sitting on the floor, out backs leaned up against the bottom of the couch (why we weren’t sitting in the couch, I don’t know) watching some kind of sports event on TV. We were at my boyfriends buddy’s house, downstairs in the basement where he and all his friends would always hang out. I personally did not like this room very much because it had no color or character to it. It was full of boring sports stuff like posters and baseball caps. To make matters worse, my boyfriend’s friend was a Broncos fan. There was a huge poster of the Broncos quarterback on the wall right in front of me. I am a big Vikings fan, so having to see the orange and blue on the walls was nauseating.

After a while, a few of the guys went upstairs to grab something to drink from the kitchen. That left me and my boyfriend downstairs all alone. He decided that he wanted to kiss me right there and then, so he did, as we sat on the floor in the too-boyish room watching some sports show. If I remember correctly, it was a pretty long kiss because I remember thinking that I hoped I was kissing okay.

At the moment, I was very happy because I felt like I needed to get my first kiss out of the way. I felt like a lot of girls had already had their first kiss, and then there I was, never been kissed. So it was a new experience, and a big relief. Needless to say, it did not work out between that boyfriend and me, but we are still pretty good friends to this day. He will always be remembered as my first kiss.

Week of Nov 23-29th: Freestyle Blog Post

kara724 — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:43:25 +0000

How to get along with an enemy:

Try to avoid contact with this person at any cost. If you have to talk to them however, do so in the nicest way possible, even if everything coming out of your mouth is a lie. Which everything will probably be a lie because if you were to tell the truth, everything that you would say would be incredibly offensive to her. Then she would probably want to fight, and in the end she will be the sorry one. So in order to save her social embarrassment, it is better to lie to her and put on a fake face. After all, she is probably doing the same to you.

In the end, when she walks away and her back is to you, you can finally let yourself go and be real. This is when you stick your tongue out at her and mimic the funny way she walks. When she is out of ear’s reach, you turn to your real friends and let out all that you were holding in when she was standing in front of you. Your friends laugh because everything you are saying is true.

If you see your enemy in a department store, all you do is spy on her. You can’t let her see you though. This way, you can laugh at all the awkward things she does when she thinks nobody is looking. This would definitely be your entertainment for the day. However, if she sees you, then consider yourself a failure, because now you have to talk to her and now your day is ruined because you have to be nice and put a fake face on for your enemy. Hehe : )

Week of Nov 23-29th: Freestyle Blog Post

kara724 — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:30:00 +0000

A perfect world:

A perfect world to me would be a world in which the delicious foods that I like to call “calorie bombs” would not be unhealthy for your body. You would be able to eat as many Hostess snacks, doughnuts, french fries, or ice cream/cookie sandwiches without having thinking twice.

A perfect world would be around seventy and eighty degrees every day. The sun would be out and shining, the sky would be beautiful blue with fluffy white clouds. In other words, the weather is comfortable and perfect for running and playing soccer.

A perfect world would be a world without pain. Physical or emotional pain would not exist. Everyone feels good and happy in this world. Nobody tries to steal anybody’s boyfriend, nobody is out for revenge, no one has a desire to steal or lie.

A perfect world would be a world where money grows on trees. Everyone would be able to go shopping every weekend and not have to deliberate between which sweater they want. They could just buy both! Nobody would be in debt and no one would hate our President for trying to fix the money problems in our country in the absolute wrong way.

A perfect world would not have stalkers who text you all the time and want to eat lunch with you. These people will lose your number whenever it is convenient for you.

In a perfect world, there would be no accidents. Everything would somehow just work out and no one would ever have to worry.

Lastly, in a perfect world my make-up would never smear. The end : )

Week of Nov 16-22:Process Post

kara724 — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:06:46 +0000

I realized in class on Tuesday through our In-Class Exercise how important the point of view is for a story. My two writings of the same childhood memory were so incredibly different when written in two different point of views. It made me re-think how I was writing my fictions story, but I think I like the tense it is written in so far.

In reading the chapter entitled “Call Me Ishmael” in Writing Fiction, I came across a very valid point that I have never really thought about before. When deciding what point of view to use for your piece of writing, you are also deciding to whom your story is being told. A story could be speaking to another character or group of characters in the story, and we ourselves are just overhearing what is going on. This could add complexity to a story seeing as how the reader may have a sense of mystery when reading a story in which he/she is simply overhearing what is going on. He/she may wonder at times if all the information is coming across or if something is being left a secret that he/she must figure out.

A story though, could also be written as a sort of diary, where it is being spoken to “the self.” This type of story would involve a large amount of intimacy between the character and the reader since the reader knows everything about the character speaking. Overheard thoughts, though are called interior monologues. Interior monologues allow the reader to follow a character’s thoughts in the exact sequence that he/she thinks them.

Week of Nov 16-22: In-Class Exercise

kara724 — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:07:22 +0000

present tense, child’s voice, child memory

I absolutely hate peas, or anything that yucky green color. I don’t care how long daddy makes me sit here, I will not eat them. No dessert!? Fine. I don’t care, just as long as I don’t have to eat those nasty peas.

5 minutes later…

I can’t get up from the dinner table till I eat my peas!? I’ll just wait till mom gets home, she won’t make me eat them.

10 minutes later…

Maybe if I hide them under my plate, dad won’t notice and I can leave the dinner table. But he is sitting right there in front of me reading the newspaper. I don’t care, I still wanna do it.

I’m in trouble now!? This isn’t fair. How many bites!? How many bites of the peas do I have to eat? ALL of them!? I can’t do it…I wish mom would just get home.

5 minutes later

Where’s Heidi? if only she would come along and I could sneak her the peas. She eats anything. Although she is not supposed to be around when we’re eating dinner. Please…come here Heidi…

5 minutes later…

Fine, I guess I have no choice. Ugh! Gross! This is the worse thing that has EVER happened to me I can’t believe daddy is making me eat these.

20 minutes later

Finally, I am leaving this stinking dinner table. I hate you, dad!

point of view from adult:

I remember as a little girl how one evening at the dinner table, my dad made me sit there until I ate my peas. I absolutely hated peas so I was up for doing ANYTHING but eating those peas. I thought I could just wait it out, because my mom wasn’t there that night. I knew once she got home, she would let me leave the dinner table. But for a little girl, even 5 minutes is a long time! My mind was racing, thinking of ways I could get away with not eating those peas. I wished for my dog Heidi to come along so I could “drop” them into her hungry-for-anything mouth. I hoped that maybe I could sneak them under my plate so it looked like I had eaten them. But I couldn’t get anything past my dad. he was sitting there content, holding firm to his rules. finally, after what seemed to me forever sitting at that dinner table I had to force myself to eat my peas. After tears and definitely extreme anger, I was able to leave the dinner table since I forced down my peas. That was the worst night ever ; ) But hey! I ate my peas.