Life in Motion

Ok, I'm going to be honest.

I HATED this story.

It was really boring.

How this story registered in my brain: I lived in many houses..blablalblalbalalbalalbalfiddycentblalabalbalbalbalblablbalelephantsblablablblalba

Yeah, not exactly my cup of tea.

And not entirely yours, either, I hope.

It just wasn't fun.

Basically, this story was divided into segments where the author went on and on about how she was going back and taking pictures of her many childhood homes. It could have been entertaining, there could have been more of a story attached to each home. There could have been more of a story, period...Anyway, each section was exactly the same, as all she did was simply describe her house photography. So exciting. I didn't like it. Oh, and another thing, it was too long for her to talk about the same thing the whole time. She should show some pity on her readers and just shut up!

Now that's just honesty, folks...

My ADD is kicking in..I think I need an adderall....

On the Bus

The wheels on the bus go round and round...

This story was short, but it definitely got its point across-all-in-all, it was really good, short but sweet. It basically describes a woman's long daily journey to work, from NYC to...some town in the middle of nowhere. The trip is four hours (imagine doing that everyday,) but the people she meets along the way are what make it so interesting. One day on the trip, she meets a woman named Jewel, who goes on and on about life events. It bores the author to death, but she still sits by Jewel and lets her rant. At the end of the story, Jewel realizes that it is the ranting that saved her, but the author says that she wasn't even listening that whole time. Jewel saved HERSELF. That's what I liked about the story-the message-the fact that Jewel had the chance to save herself, even after dealing with this drama for all those years. I'd like to see more stories like this in the future.

Silent Dancing

The thing I liked most about this story was the fact that I could relate to it. How? The first thing, I noticed about the story was that it was about Puerto Ricans, and I'm half puerto-rican, so I recognized some of the foods and stuff that was mentioned, because I've eaten them! That made me connect with the story a little bit more than someone who might not know what those things are. I also liked the story a lot because it described the author's childhood life in the barrio, but it also flashed back to that video, which captured not just her story, but the stories of her family members, such as her cousin's abortion. That made the story as a whole way more interesting than if she was just describing her life. It was nice to hear about the differences between immigrants and those who had already been living in the states for awhile. There were obiviously differences between the two, so it was interesting to learn about them, and how others thought of them as well. I liked how the video story and the author's childhood story were like two different stories put together, but they both helped get the same point across, they merged together to tell HER story, and that's what made it so interesting. Overall, I really enjoyed it. It was my second favorite of the batch we had to read for this assignment...now, on to my first favorite...

Response to "The Unwanted Child"

Ok, firstoff, this story was way better than the last one we had to read. There is not even a comparison. I actually wanted to read it without falling to sleep, first of all. Second of all, it was about an interesting topic.

The situation was of an 18-year-old pregnant girl living in 1958 America. Much different than what it would be like to be a pregnant 18-year-old now, which is what made it so interesting.

The story was everything that layed between the lines. And in this piece, that was alot.

The main character had gotten married at a very young age, and she and her young husband were trying to make their way through college. Meanwhile, she was trying to follow up on her own dreams, while deciding where to place the other peoples' dreams in importance...how did her husband's and upcoming son's dreams compare to her own? How could she live and deal with all of this at such a young age?

The story goes on to describe more about her childhood, and her mother's as well, how her mother was an unwanted child.

The end made me really want to hear more on the subject. She said that she wanted the baby, when she could have given it away. But there was hesitation there. She still didn't know how she was going to live with her husband's dreams, her son, and balancing all of them together while still going to college. She wanted to be a good mother, the way her mother had been, growing up a country girl in Montana. It was a pretty interesting story, I enjoyed it. I really wish there was a part 2 to elaborate what would happen next.

Response to "Out of the Garden"

I really didn't like this story, I'm not going to lie.

At first, it sounded somewhat interesting, to hear about the narrorator's grandmother from a different culture, but then it just got increasingly boring and more about farming, and other related subjects that 99.825% of college students don't want to read about unless they are agriculture majors, which I don't think actually exists unless you are going to the University of Idaho to try out potato planting.

Yeah, not fun.

Basically, the story was about a girl and her various memories of her grandmother throughout life. Not very exciting.

The situation is basically the same thing, that basic plot, but without all the reflection that the author adds in between. To be truthful, that reflection, or the real story behind the situation, just made the piece way more long and boring than it actually had to be. So I wasn't exactly excited to read it. The ending was dumb too. If she wanted to know if the frickin mushrooms were bad for her, she could just eat them and find out? Seriously, who cares?

This piece was just not an interesting concept at all. I'm not a fan. I do indeed like potatoes though...

Workshopping!

So this is my blog response to how I feel about the workshopping that we did.
I liked it! I liked reading other people's pieces and giving feedback to them, and I also enjoyed reading my piece to them and getting feedback from them in order to better my piece according to others' opinions. I really enjoyed it, and learned alot about what other people have been through that way as well.
The one thing I didn't like about the workshopping process was the fact that we had to read our pieces twice. I didn't have to read my piece twice, simply because it was so long, but the other people had to read theirs' twice, and I got the same thing out of it the second time that I did the first time, so it was just annoying to have to read it twice. It only amplified my ADD,i didn't listen as much the second time!! lol, but I still payed attention, and learned alot from the workshop process. It was really nice to get others' opinions on the piece and know what they liked and didn't like, to be able to fix stuff based on what they (the reader) enjoyed. Overall, I hope we do it again! It was a fun process and I learned alot!

dizzy

that picture I put up makes me dizzy

it was the only picture on my roomate's computer that wasn't of her though.

My Memoir

is my extremely depressing life story.  I enjoyed writing it.  I want to publish a memoir and illustrate a series of childrens' books.  WATCH ME.

warning: this story is emo. if you don't like it, shut up.

listening to: Aiden

I hope my roomate likes songs about razorblades.  She's talking about farting on her phone right now.  

This is not very professional maybe I shouldn't post this.

Midterm response to writing

I like writing.

I like this class.

I think this is the only class I'm passing.

I've really enjoyed the writings we've done in this class.

I LOVED writing my memoir cuz I've always wanted to get a start on the memoir I want to get published later in life-this was my start!  I just got up and wrote it, and I enjoyed it.

I like creating something out of nothing that no one else can create.

I also liked the dialogue excercise.  That was fun. And it gave me an excuse for snooping on someone's conversation!! Haha.  

I least liked writing the Converse Sneakers piece cuz it really doesnt mean much to me.  I don't really have an object that means anything, so I thought of those sneakers, but they're really not that important to me.  

Other than that, I've enjoyed all the revising and improving too  That definitely helps!!!!

I hope we have more fun writing.

Another thing: partner work is no fun..grrr.

and it hurts when you stub your toe.

I don't know what the heck that picture is.  It was on my roomate's computer so I put it on here.  Hopefully she'll enjoy that bear using a urinal picture I saved in her file...

Midterm response to Writing

The Year of Magical Thinking

This book was extremely depressing.

I LIKED IT.

When I first read it, I was in a depressed mood, so I wasn't exactly excited about reading a book about death.  It isn't exactly a fun, light-hearted subject.

However, I wouldn't want to read a fun, light-hearted book.  That would be no fun.

This one was troubled.

I liked how Joan Didion talked about letting go.  How it took her a long time.  It really hit me.  It just clicked.  This book, unlike most others we read in class, made me want to keep reading, so I did.  I read the book in 2 days.  I could have read it in one if I had the time.  It was that good.  It was just enjoyable.  I like hearing about other peoples' battles. This managed that in a great way.

One thing though: all her complaining did get a little bit annoying, I'm not gonna lie...

"The Ashes of August"

This sounds like a really slacker thing to say, but I'm gonna say it anyway....first off, this story was really long, which did not get me really excited. Second, it was about fires.  That's not very exciting.  I can't say that I liked it.  There wasn't a massive amount of action or anything.  To me, it was just boring.  That's all I really have to say.  It was not the most horrible thing to read, but still it was not fun.  It was just kind of a collection about fire stuff.  Next story??

Why I missed class/read my dialogue story

My alarm clock didn't go off. I was really mad cuz I missed last week's class cuz I was sick. Either way, I did the homework. You might find this story quite entertaining...
First off, I love the title...



Scene kids on a bus

10/12/08
ass. #5




We were on bus route 30 heading downtown, when we ran into two scene
guys sitting next to eachother at the back of the bus. It was 5:30 at night, on a
Thursday, and we thought that this would be the perfect setting for listening in
on a convo...so that's exactly what we did, and this is what we came up with.
Aiden was a short flippy-black-haired boy, about 18, just like everyone
else on the bus, except for the grandma in the front. James was also flippy-
haired, only his hair was a dusty brown shade, with some blonde highlights
streaking through it and coal-rimmed eyeliner lining his light blue eyes,
something I noticed immediatlely. They had been talking already when I
boarded the bus, so I caught them in the middle of whatever convo they
happenned to be in. One thing was for sure, I had major crushes on both of
these guys, and I had to listen in. Aiden flipped his staight black bangs toward
James, and stangely put his hand on his lap.
"I just got my hair done, James." The other boy turned his glazing blue
eyes toward Aiden and examined the flippy black bangs covering one coal-
rimmed eye.
"Oh, thats cool man." He quickly changed the subject, not seeming at all
interested in what Aiden had to say about his new hairdo.
"You going to that Chiodos show on Saturday?" Aiden nodded over at his
friend as he annoyingly dug through the tight body-hugging black jeans that
looked to be his uniform. I was eying this kid up, I'm not going to lie.
"Yeah, man. I need a cig." He continued to dig through his pockets,
scrunching closer to James as he went through them, but there was not a cig to
be found. James looked confused. "I don't have any on me." Geeze, I wish I
had some. I would happily share with these two boys, there's no doubt.
Suddenly Aiden turned away from his pants and said something that made me
quite angry.
"Look at that hot girl." It wasn't me-I wish! But the next sentence eased
my anger. "She looks like a dude." James popped a piece of gum to ease his
oral fixation. Maybe it was that new nicotine gum, I hear it comes in good
flavors, fruity ones. I pause for a minute to ponder what kind of fruit he would l
ike. Strawberries...I think. The two boys continued to discuss the pretty, cherry-
looking blonde girl a few rows ahead of me, sitting with her mother, it appeared.
She appeared to be younger than all of us, but that didn't seem to bother Aiden.
"Dude, she's hot as fuck."
"She'd never go for you man, she's into preps."
I glanced over at the girl, and noticed the abercrombie and fitch sweatshirt she
proudly wore, her california tan, her heavy makeup. Ick. Why the hell would
these guys go for a chick like that?
After apparently deciding this girl would not be at all interested in him, Aiden
went back to his search for some squares.
"I really need a cig, buddy, like now..."
James just nodded. He was too busy looking at the girl ahead to pay any
attention.
"Right on."
Um, ok, whatever. Now how did that make sense? I continued to listen in,
hoping something more interesting would come up besides girls and cigarettes.
That's right, these were college guys. I shouldn't expect much.
"I want to get layed tonite!" Aiden screeched, a little too loudly, as he
finished digging through his pockets for like, the fifth time since I'd been on the
bus. Oh, geeze. What great guys...Why was I crushing on them again?
The next sentence suprised me, but not too much.
" I know some guys I could hook you up with."
Aiden suddenly seemed interested and turned around, his black fringe sweeping
across those eyes...
"Are they hot?"
Oh-my-gosh.
James nodded. "I know some chicks too, they're pretty hot."
Ok, this was typical college talk. I wondered how the hell I would ever find a
relationship when hooking up appeared to be all these guys cared about.
Aiden shoved another piece of gum in his mouth and nawed on it quickly.
"Yeah, but they're pretty preppy, man."
So were they or weren't they into preppy chicks? By now, I had no idea.
"I'm getting my septum pierced tomorrow...one of the girls is coming with
me, her name is Jessica," James flung his bangs out of his eyes, and I caught a
glimspe of his smeared eyeliner. Hot.
"Is she hot, bro?" Aiden teased his hair with his hand.
"She's pretty fiesty. I'm tappin that tonite."
Ewww. Pigs. Whore. I was not happy about where this convo was going. I
wanted to move towards the front of the bus and listen in on that granny's
convo..did she get off yet? Was she even talking? Either way, for some reason
I decided to stay. I wanted to know where this was going.
For some reason, Aiden didn't seem at all interested. He continued to go
through his pockets, it was getting me annoyed. "Why are you getting your
septum pierced, I thought you were sticking with just gages."
James snagged a piece of Aiden's gum, and recieved a dirty look from his friend,
who quickly turned and shoved the package back into his pocket. James quickly
got back to the convo.
"No, I really want my septum pierced.."
That would be cute on him, I thought. It would mesh with the rest of his
piercings.
Suddenly, my daydreaming came to an end. Aiden stood up and pulled up the
tight black jeans. "Ok whatever, dude. This is my stop." Darn. It was over.
These were the hottest people I'd ever seen on a bus! I didn't want it to end.
"What the fuck?" James said, but Aiden ignored him and jumped off.
James sat in silence, and flipped his hair one last time, before it was my turn to
leave...
I hope to board that bus again...maybe they'll be on it...

"My father always said" and "Fittings"

The reading yesterday, "Fittings," had a great deal of impact on me. I really related to the character and the situation, it all seemed so real, because I have dealt with the same thing myself. My grandmother is almost 90 years old and has struggled with alzheimers for the past few years. I could really relate w/what was going on with the main character (who in my case is very similar to my mom, she is the daughter taking care of her mother, he is the son taking care of his in the story) because very similar experiences have happenned to me. My grandmother doesn't know who we are, frequent random flashbacks always occur. I was thinking about saving this story for my mom to read it, she might cry it was so realistic. If anyone has dealt with an experience like this one, they could definitely relate.
The other story was pretty good too, although I couldn't really relate to it myself, the story seemed quite real. I liked how the narrorator went back to Reindheim when she grew up and was able to compare the experience she had when her father took her there as a child to the experience she had when she went alone growing up...it makes me want an experience like that myself.

CAT

I find this cat's facial expression oddly entertaining.

Dumpling

Alright, so for Wednesday's class we were supposed to read a story called "Dumpling." I read it, of course, and I actually enjoyed it. The first reason why I like it? Well, it was short. Second, it was understandable, and third, it was actually quite good. It was cute, and it had a purpose. It was basically about a little Filipino girl who helps her mother cook, and is quite proud of this cooking, until she gets made fun of by kids in her class. Then, she doesn't want to help (or eat) the traditional Filipino foods of her culture anymore. At the end of the story, I felt sorry for her mom. She seems sad, she doesn't even acknowledge her daughter when she comes in to eat dinner. It would be nice if the ending wasn't such as cliffhanger so that we knew what happenned between mother and daughet. Maybe they should write a "Dumpling 2!" haha. It might actually be good though. I finished writing my paper, and I did it early, so I got it done. Here it is. How does it compare to your opinion of Dumpling? Also, I want to know if I did a good job of discussing scene, summary, and reflection in my piece. thanks!!



Dumpling-Analyzed
While paging through a story, there are elements we fail to notice at first glance. However, the second time around, there are key elements we never saw beforehand that seem to pop out like crazy, now that the piece has been analyzed.
In "Dumpling," a short story by Angela M. Balcita, there are a variety of elements the reader fails to realize. That is, of course, until he goes back.
The situation in "Dumpling" is of a young Filipino girl who's mother wants her to learn the art of cooking in order to avoid getting tan in the summer. The story however, is something different. Many Filipino girls learn to cook, however in this piece, what happens (the story) is the following:
the girl (who is referred to as "anak") lives in a primarily white community, and although she is proud of what's accomplished during her mother's cooking lessons, she ends up being disapointed dealing with the racism her classmates dish out. At the beginning of the story, she is interested in learning new things, and in helping her mother cook the native foods of the homeland. However, once challenges are faced (aka other students pick on her for the dumpling she was so proud of making,) she is no longer interested in helping her mother make the traditional "chink" food that is picked on by her classmates. She doesn't want to eat this any more, and her mother is hurt, telling Anak she can eat elsewhere if she is not interested in these pleasures of home. The story ends at what seems like a cliffhanger. She goes outside, and there it stops. The reader is not sure what happens between Anak and her mother. Do they make up? Does Anak continue to make traditional Filipino meals, or does she give in to the teasing of her classmates and let go of the culture that holds her family together? Unfortunately, no one knows for sure, and this is the one thing that I disliked about this story. I enjoyed it through and through, but with a cliffhanger ending, it either needs a second chapter to finish it off-or an actual ending. I am sure many other readers would agree.
Besides just the story itself, there are other aspects that add quite a bit to "Dumpling." The first, and foremost, I believe, aspect that adds to this piece would have to be scene. There are a variety of scenes throughout the piece, all of which involve the narrorator, Anak, and her mother. The beginning is a perfect example. The reader can visualize a small, plump filipino woman when the mother character says, "Oh you know, like twenty minute. 'Til is puffy and sticky." What I particularily enjoyed about all of the scenes in the piece was the chance to get to know the characters better, particular the mother, who I ended up feeling bad for at the end of the story, when her daughter would no longer help her with her favorite hobby, traditional Filipino cooking. I really did feel sad. It reminded me of times I have abandoned my parents, and what I felt like afterward-never anything good. The scenes in this piece bring those feelings to life.
While I don't particularily find summary as effective as scene, it can be quite detailing. At the beginning as well, there is a great example of summary when the narrorator describes what summerhood in the neighborhood was like. This helps the reader create a visual picture of what it was like to live and play and small-town America, especially being a Filipino in small-town America. It adds detail to the story, much like scene does, however it does not allow one to get to know the characters the same way scene does. Scene helps you see into their minds, helps you envision them as real people because you are hearing them talking. Summary just describes them and their lifestyle, and that can help too-to me however, it's just not the same. That's what I liked about this piece-it had the perfect mix of scene and summary, so it wasn't just one or the other. It gave the piece variation, spread it out, and overall, made it much more interesting for the reader.
Where there is scene and summary, there is also reflection. This is an asset that is harder to find, and is the one most likely missed the first time going through a piece. There are so many pieces of reflection sprinkled throughout, as a matter of fact, that it's hard to find them now! One example would be where the narrorator said her mother squinted with intensity. That's something she remembers, something that evokes emotion, that's reflection.
Together, all of these emphasize the author's point. They all emerge to tell one story, and it's an important one. What I got out of it, at least now that I am older and understand that others' opinions don't matter as much, is that family is more important than anything else. You should embrace your culture and your family, because they will always be there. Those kids in class? They'll disappear faster than snow melting when the sun comes out. Overall, I'll have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed the piece. I am not quite sure that this was the point, however for what I got out of it, it was an enjoyable piece that made me remember the imortance of where I come from-and that this is something that should never be forgotten, no matter what the other kids say.

teacher training

so this is my extremely exciting blog on that extremely exciting story we had to read, teacher training. it was so exciting i could hardly contain myself. lol i didn't like the story, personally I thought it was bad, it wasn't my style at all, and I couldn't follow the breakdown of the writing. It just made it less interesting for me to read, but I read it, and i also read the thing called Composing Teacher Training, to see where the author was coming from, but still, it wasn't interesting at all to me. It might be fun to write a story like that, however if people had the reactions I did to my story of a similar nature, then I wouldn't be interested in writing one like that at all.
REVISION:
I found the dragon in my story, about the little girl inside, so I have to go back and redo the whole thing, leaving some parts in touch. I can't say I'm really excited about that because it's like starting all over again, but I guess I have some good material that I can work with, after all, I want to be a writer and that's what writers do.
BTW, here is one of my stories posted for y'all to read, there homies.



FIRST DAY



English 192
September 9th, '08
Assignment #2


My first day of kindergarden was rather distressing, by far one of the most traumatizing moments of my juvenille years. It was the first time I had left the house, the first time I had left my parents. It was the first time I had left, period, and frankly, I did not want to leave.
Arrival seemed to ellicit the worst of memories, with arrival at my childhood's door being by far the most difficult.
The teacher's name was Miss Eastern, and she was a tall, dark woman with a flowing green dress and a melancholy grin. I did not know what I was in for, I did not know what to think besides, "where am I?"
The halls were alight with fresh-made paintings and the glow of children's gap-toothed grins. I remember how times felt then, with their flashes of smiles, what a shame mine was not one of them.
My mother walked me slowly down the stairs, to the spot where the kindergarden classroom was proudly located, away from the rest of the rooms. We were already late, and so the other children were gathered in the classroom, around a small television set with cartoons flashing across the screen and the smell of freshly-baked popcorn wafting through the air.
Approaching the doorway, Ms. Eastern's remarkably gorgeous dress was blowing in the direction of the small plastic ceiling fan that was hanging on the wall, right inside the door. Sweat poured down my face, and my mother's white-sleeved hand carefully dabbed it off with a swipe of the handerchief she always carried with her. I wiped it away, and started moving quickly backwards toward the stairs, but she caught me before I had time to get very far.
"You're coming, " she pronounced, with a slight tone of satire in her voice.
I had to groan, there was not much I could do, this had to happen.
Ms. Eastern walked slowly toward us, with the school record book crooked lightly under one arm.
"And you must be Alicia." She moved slowly toward us, as I moved slowly back.
"You are not as late as you might think, " she told us. "Class started only a few minutes ago, the children are just watching some televison the first day. You will get to introduce yourselfs, and then we will do some coloring." Ms. Eastern winked at us.
I wanted to cry, but I held it in.
"Come on, lets go into the classroom, Geggy," my mother said.
The tears were still hiding behing my closed, mascar-ed eyelids. My mother had made me over that morning, complete with red-painted nails that matched my teachers.
" Come on, Alicia," she looked at me, and it appeared that tears were flowing out of her eyes as well.
I did not want to go, to be there with the other children, so I did not budge. I stood there, and I waited for the inevitable. This would recquire force.
"I'm not going in, mama."
"Honey, you have got to go in. You are already late for class."
I was a 4-year-old, and my 4-year-old self was almost as stubborn as the self that exists today. Only then, I had an excuse. I was younger. What could these people do to me?
I was a rock, and I wasn't moving.
By now, we had been standing outside the clasroom door for more than 20 minutes. Children were staring at me, the teacher was getting tired, but I wasn't moving, and they couldn't break me down.
An early sign of obstinacy, and it stuck.
"I have to go sweetheart."
My mother kissed my forehead.
"No, don't go, mama," I had to urge, but the moment had passed. With a quick kiss and an even faster swipe of her own tears, she was off, leaving me in the hallway with Ms. Eastern in her garment of flowing green silk. I have to believe that dress was the only thing that made me smile that day; I have always wanted one like it, and am still waiting for a dress as beautiful as that, but I was rather distracted at my mother's tears.
Now, there was not a chance I was going in there.
"Alicia," the teacher started to urge, but I was a rock.
No one was breaking me down.
Eventually, she got the students to plead for my entry, but that didn't work.
She continued to beg, and invited the principal in to beg for her, but they could not break me down. I was a rock.
Eventually, they gave up, and I stood there alone in the hallway, for the rest of the school day.
And it happened the next day as well.
My mother's tears bothered me; I didn't want to be what felt like alone in a classroom when she was home crying without me. I had always been close to her, and this feeling was the worst.
I adjusted my backpack and walked inside the third day, finally.
I had built up my confidence, and I was going in.
But they couldn't break me down, and that has never changed.


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I actually finished the book!

I finished reading The Things they Carried. It was pretty boring to me, but interesting at the same time because it was not something that I'd usually read. The thing at the end about Linda saddenned me, but at the same time what the author was saying about writing stories was really insightful.

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The things they carried

So this isn't typically the type of book that I'd like to read, but it's actually pretty good. Well, it's ok anyway. I haven't fallen asleep while reading it. So yeah. Basically its about these guys bumming around during the Vietnam War, and all the baggage they carry, both physically and emotionally. This one guy carried these pictures of a girl named Martha, and then he burned them becuase, as much as he loved her, he realized that she' d never love him, not ever. That's the thing I found most interesting in the book so far, I'm almost done at this point, but the stuff about guys carring guns and stuff is just not my style. It's their emotional baggage that interests me, like the thing with Martha. So yeah, I don't know what else to say, I'm home right now, listening to Bless the Fall because it makes writing this blog at least somewhat entertaining.

That's them at the top, along with the book I'm reading. I think this is all we have to write for today, so I'm going to go eat mangos now. Have a good one homies. ; )

About the Blogs Redeux

Ok, so I messed up the first one.
Take two.

Have I ever read any blogs?Somewhat, before I got in trouble and had to eliminate my myspace. I read blogs then, but I don't read any now. They can be fun to read though, unless the person writing them is extremelyboringand into being buff, ponies, rainbows, and other stuff that doesn't interest me. Setting up this blog was easy because all Idid was follow the steps, no thard. But, erhm, I'll try to make it somewhat entertaining because I don't want to just read other blogs thatsay, " I read this book.I had fun.Let's party. Beer. Woohoo."Yeah, no. Anyway, my experience with reading and writing memoirs is that I've written just alot of personal stuff for other classes andstuff like that, personal stuff about mylife and sadness because that's what I can relate to. However, that's not what this is supposed to be about or I would have set one up on emoblog.com. So Iwon't vent on here. Anyway, I don't read memoirs. I'd like to read one about something I can relate to. Fakeness-I hate it. I'm done.

Currently listening to: chiodos, bone palace ballet.

not that you care, but I'm telling you anyway.