Bridget: I love you so much it hurts
Amanda: I know you love me. but your life can’t revolve around me.
You need to get out there are and have your own.
Bridget: Well, it doesn't matter any more because I’m going to make you hurt just as much as you hurt me. I ‘m tired of you always taking and I’m always giving and what do i have to show for it. Nothing. A girlfriend who after five still won’t commit too. But don’t worry you’ll see soon enough were mean to be together.
Amanda: What do you mean Bridget?
Bridget:Oh, please i was just joking i cant believe you fell for it. I know it wasn't funny i took it to far. Sorry its just that I’m angry and I use hateful word somethings. Sorry Puky!
Amanda: Your still acting weird.
Bridget: It because I’m moody from my period. God give me a Fucking break. I got you a gift and this is how you repay me?
Amanda: You got me a gift? That’s so sweet. Your forgiven.
Bridget: Of course its Valentine’s Day, even though its been a year since I’ve seen you due to the court order you got against me.
Amanda: Look you really get scary sometimes and I thought we were trying to be friends. You know I’m engaged to Sarah and I told you she’s my soulmate. And when she gets back from Rome in month were getting married. So either get over it or leave.
Bridget:I brought you a little treat for old times sake your favorite cheesecake.
Amanda: I shouldn't I’ve been trying to lose 5 pounds. But I do love the little chocolate mini hearts covering the entire cheesecake.
Bridget: One bite... For me?
Amanda: FIne. OH MY GOD SO GOOD!
Bridget: Wow Amanda you finished the entire cheesecake.
Amanda: It was so good!
Bridget: I know, wait about ten minutes and it gets even better.
Amanda: Bridget what did you do?
Bridget: You’ll find out soon enough.
Amanda: Bridget why can’t i move? My legs are numb and my arms. What the fuck did you put in me? Psycho!
Bridget:Now that your finally listening Puky. I love you s much it hurts. And if i can’t have you no one will. Does that sound fair? Wow you didn’t even disagree with me. So were going to be here together for awhile and don’t worry I’ve brought plenty of your medication a month’s supply. Love you Puky
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
"Writing about Place"
Wiggling back and forth in my seat, to the extent it looks like I have some kind of disease. My heart was beating as loud as a drum drowning out all the noise. My palms were sweating as if I were supplying the ocean with water. All the while my teeth exposed from the enormous smile on my face hurting the sides of my mouth. I was home in a place I had never been. It was hot and my throat felt dry. I wanted a sip of water ever so badly. From the moment I arrived the thirst was unbearable. The sun was warm like a sweater touching my skin. The sand in my shoes was irratating. But the view was breath taking: three pyramids standing so tall for thousands of years was mind bottling. I was in awe and didn’t want to break eye contact from the biggest thing I had ever seen. It was worth all the terrible hours on plane, near death experiences in Cairo traffic, and almost being taken hostage by unlikely suitor. Who probably wanted me to marry him exchange for a few camels. As I stood in then shade near the oldest of the pyramids my neck was craned up to see blue peaking around the enormous triangle figure.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
“How to Tell a True War Story” character narrative
“Today’s a beautiful day,” said Lemon as he was walking with platoon into the wilderness. Thinking that today did not suck too much, even almost peaceful he would say. Which was a stretch since Lemon hated the mountains. The mountains to him were like quicksand sucking in the living and the dead. He was tired of death, it surround them everywhere they went. There is the constant idea of death. Never returning home and remembered as a hero of war. Then there is death itself watching your fellow soldiers next to you dieing left and right from the most horrible things imaginable. Bullets, knives, machine guns, bombs, combat all coming at you. Death has a stench that no person can ignore, but they all want too.
Lemon’s thoughts turned to his death, wondering again if his number was up like every other man here. Lemon knew like that the men around him; he would die with honor and courage, because there was no choice. The men around him were more then just his comrades they were his friends. Like Rat, without him I would be in a metal coffin flying home. Out of nowhere Lemon said, “Thanks Rat.” Rat replied, “What the fuck for?” Lemon simply turned around, smiled, and said, “For being my wingman.” Rat did not say anything and just patted Lemon on the back like a big brother would to his little brother he loved so dear.
Lemon’s thoughts turned to his death, wondering again if his number was up like every other man here. Lemon knew like that the men around him; he would die with honor and courage, because there was no choice. The men around him were more then just his comrades they were his friends. Like Rat, without him I would be in a metal coffin flying home. Out of nowhere Lemon said, “Thanks Rat.” Rat replied, “What the fuck for?” Lemon simply turned around, smiled, and said, “For being my wingman.” Rat did not say anything and just patted Lemon on the back like a big brother would to his little brother he loved so dear.
Blogs of my classmates
I really enjoyed the two blogs I read, I could relate to my classmates on another level besides academics. The first blog I looked at was http://samrocs0212.blogspot.com/ this one interested me, because this person commented on my blog and could relate to things I wrote. In addition, I read hers curious to see if we had other things in common. The second blog I looked at was http://pr3ttym3.blogspot.com/ , which I chose at random. It was interesting to read about her hopes for this class to spark her creatively, because I hope the same thing for myself as well.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Characterization
Goodbye Snow Hello Sun
There is a young woman who lives in a far away desert where it never rains and it shines all the time. Her parents took her away at an early age from the big city of Chicago. She has never had the chance to miss the snow or her once called home. From the moment she arrived in Tucson the heat was overwhelming, but at the same time intoxicating. Her story is like any other trying to make her mark on the world. She is a typical girl with hazel greens eyes and brown hair. Gina is 21 years old and a bit of a girly girl with her own qirks.
Like her love for the oldies like her girls Donna summer, the Supremes, Martha and the Vandellas, and the queen of gospel, Aretha Franklin..
Gina is the type of girl that over prepares. For instance on her 2008 Euro summer trip, Gina could not go without her entire closet. She had to be prepared for every situation; sweaters for the cold, bathing suits for the beach, extra shirts in case no washing machine, medicine for allgries, stomach pain, headaches and even cough drops for a cough. Not to mention the number of shoes. She took a suitcase that was twice her size!
Silly Gina. She didn’t take into consideration the weight difference between American airlines and European airlines when it came to baggage; which might have been a helpful to know when she was originally packing.
Needless to say she ran in to a bit of trouble. Because there were plenty of flights left for her to board, she felt that when it came time to weigh her luggage, she’d get a flight without a problem. She suddenly came to realize this wasn’t so and there after made every trip to the airport to be a living nightmare.
The memory of boarding in the London airport left a burning sting in her memory, and decided that after being there she knew what Hell is like.
As matter of fact, Hell is a woman with red hair working the scales in the airport with the look of irritation strewing in her eyes as she watched Gina approach the counter who was bright eyed and all smiles. Silently as the woman watched with bitterness and a smirk on her pasty face, she thought, bullocks, another American.
With no doubt or worry in Gina’s mind, she patiently watched the numbers rise on the scale; after all, this was not the first airport she’s been to since the beginning of her journey.
The bright eyes, the angelic smile, the calm and cool exterior she was notoriously known for, flew out the window like a bat out of hell, as the devil with greasy red hair said, “Take the ticket to the counter on your right hand side to pay your fee for exceeding the weight limit.”
As the woman began to explain the weight limit difference compared to the United States, Gina stood in silence waiting for this devilish woman to shut her tea stained yapper. Meanwhile, the friend she was traveling felt the need to yell at her to pay the fee and keep a move on.
If there is one thing Gina is known for is speaking up when she feels she’s in the right. She refused to just “keep a move on;” two hundred dollars was a lot of money! The clock was ticking, people in line were losing their patience ever so quickly, her friend seemed to get more nervous by the second, and the devil herself looked upon Gina with fire in her eyes.
With speedy hands, Gina opened her suitcase right there at the check-in line and began to rearrange everything. Jeans were thrashed and sweaters flew out of the suitcase as if they had wings. Anything heavy that could be taken out was shoved into her already stuffed backpack and duffle bag and evenly exchanged for lighter items to be put in her suitcase.
With arms full of sweaters, jackets and other pieces of clothing, she anxiously watched the scale yet again. Her skilled hands, her fast movement and determined will, saved her one hundred and thirty dollars. It mattered not that a whole line of passengers were beginning to emit steam with anger because they were losing their patience, neither did it matter that the employee who was helping her in fact hated her job and tried to make someone else’s life miserable because of her terrible choice in employment. Hell, not even public humiliation from her traveling partner could bring her down.
Everyone has a personal hell, and as most experiences there is redemption to be found. Gina was not about to give in and let some lady having a bad hair day and an English accent ruin it for her. Never. An event like that wouldn’t happen in Tucson, and she surely was not going to let it happen in London. That’s just the kind of girl she is.
There is a young woman who lives in a far away desert where it never rains and it shines all the time. Her parents took her away at an early age from the big city of Chicago. She has never had the chance to miss the snow or her once called home. From the moment she arrived in Tucson the heat was overwhelming, but at the same time intoxicating. Her story is like any other trying to make her mark on the world. She is a typical girl with hazel greens eyes and brown hair. Gina is 21 years old and a bit of a girly girl with her own qirks.
Like her love for the oldies like her girls Donna summer, the Supremes, Martha and the Vandellas, and the queen of gospel, Aretha Franklin..
Gina is the type of girl that over prepares. For instance on her 2008 Euro summer trip, Gina could not go without her entire closet. She had to be prepared for every situation; sweaters for the cold, bathing suits for the beach, extra shirts in case no washing machine, medicine for allgries, stomach pain, headaches and even cough drops for a cough. Not to mention the number of shoes. She took a suitcase that was twice her size!
Silly Gina. She didn’t take into consideration the weight difference between American airlines and European airlines when it came to baggage; which might have been a helpful to know when she was originally packing.
Needless to say she ran in to a bit of trouble. Because there were plenty of flights left for her to board, she felt that when it came time to weigh her luggage, she’d get a flight without a problem. She suddenly came to realize this wasn’t so and there after made every trip to the airport to be a living nightmare.
The memory of boarding in the London airport left a burning sting in her memory, and decided that after being there she knew what Hell is like.
As matter of fact, Hell is a woman with red hair working the scales in the airport with the look of irritation strewing in her eyes as she watched Gina approach the counter who was bright eyed and all smiles. Silently as the woman watched with bitterness and a smirk on her pasty face, she thought, bullocks, another American.
With no doubt or worry in Gina’s mind, she patiently watched the numbers rise on the scale; after all, this was not the first airport she’s been to since the beginning of her journey.
The bright eyes, the angelic smile, the calm and cool exterior she was notoriously known for, flew out the window like a bat out of hell, as the devil with greasy red hair said, “Take the ticket to the counter on your right hand side to pay your fee for exceeding the weight limit.”
As the woman began to explain the weight limit difference compared to the United States, Gina stood in silence waiting for this devilish woman to shut her tea stained yapper. Meanwhile, the friend she was traveling felt the need to yell at her to pay the fee and keep a move on.
If there is one thing Gina is known for is speaking up when she feels she’s in the right. She refused to just “keep a move on;” two hundred dollars was a lot of money! The clock was ticking, people in line were losing their patience ever so quickly, her friend seemed to get more nervous by the second, and the devil herself looked upon Gina with fire in her eyes.
With speedy hands, Gina opened her suitcase right there at the check-in line and began to rearrange everything. Jeans were thrashed and sweaters flew out of the suitcase as if they had wings. Anything heavy that could be taken out was shoved into her already stuffed backpack and duffle bag and evenly exchanged for lighter items to be put in her suitcase.
With arms full of sweaters, jackets and other pieces of clothing, she anxiously watched the scale yet again. Her skilled hands, her fast movement and determined will, saved her one hundred and thirty dollars. It mattered not that a whole line of passengers were beginning to emit steam with anger because they were losing their patience, neither did it matter that the employee who was helping her in fact hated her job and tried to make someone else’s life miserable because of her terrible choice in employment. Hell, not even public humiliation from her traveling partner could bring her down.
Everyone has a personal hell, and as most experiences there is redemption to be found. Gina was not about to give in and let some lady having a bad hair day and an English accent ruin it for her. Never. An event like that wouldn’t happen in Tucson, and she surely was not going to let it happen in London. That’s just the kind of girl she is.
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