"Her Diary"

This is another piece that is about a girl sharing in her diary that I wrote in class on September 2nd, 2010. I only did two entries, because, like the other piece, I didn't know if journal entries were interesting enough to keep writing about.


February 21st, 1982 (12:02am)
I could hear the sirens getting louder each second. "What happened," I thought. But, instantly I remembered, my husband is dead...and I am the one holding the knife.


January 19th, 1982 (four weeks earlier)

My life is a piece of perfection. Thomas and I just shared our ninth anniversary together. As the years go by, we fall more and more in love. Last night proved that. Counselling has really helped our marriage after Jamie's death. Jamie was....still is, our seven year old son. My own mother killed him and herself on my 25th birthday. It has only been ten months, two weeks, and six days...what a birthday gift!! She left a note saying that I wasn't a good enough daughter, and could never be a good enough daughter. I have been numb to feelings every since Jamie died. I can't cry for another person's loss. I couldn't even look at Thomas for weeks! But, we will, and are trying to work this through...I know we can. We will. Right?                 M.

Put yourself in opposite sexes shoes.

This was a very difficult piece to write for me, since I am not a man. I couldn't really do this piece and actually be serious. So, it is alittle on the immature side. But, enjoy!!

I feel as if I was just punched in the chest with no air left, as I am running down the track. I never thought about the consciquences of partying with the bros, smoking some mari-j, and eating McDonalds would have on me. It has made try-outs this year a very difficult obstacle. If my pops saw how out of shape and red-faced I am, he'd kick my ass and let me know how much of a failure and disgrace I have always been. I know, I shouldn't listen to him. But, truthfully, he is right. I am a freshman at UF on a full-scholoarship from football. If I let my friends take that from me, who would I become?  I haven't made a single A since the 7th grade, and even then, I was shocked!! My girl is always telling me these black & white lies, that I am either the smartest guy alive, or that I am dumb as hell. Well, neither one of those are the actual truth. I am average, and I always have been. Average at school, average at work, average at courting...but, one thing, just one, I was superior at, and that of course, is my football. So, this is my time to own up, my time to be a big boy and make the decisions I should have made a long time ago...and, I am guessing that means that I should now choose my friends, or my football. I know the answer, and it is very clear. Yet, I still have no clue which one I am going to choose. 

Imitation of Charles Dickons

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - Charles Dickons


The above quote was from Charles Dickons, and the following will be my imitation piece on, "It was the Best of Times".


It was the most frightening of occasions, it was the most exhilarating of occasions, it was the age of happiness, it was the age of depression, it was the time of faith, it was the time of refusal, it was the season of life, it was the season of death, it was the celebration of new beginnings, it was the mourning of old endings, we could see all around us, we couldn't see a single thing, we were walking a straight path, we were detouring into the woods.

Character Piece

I just started this and am not sure whether I should go further with this. This is written in 1st person narrative and is all wrapped around this girl named Belle. This piece is written in her journal, and if I should go further with this, let me know. Thanks !

August 16th, 2003
As always, Beth knew the exact moment that I needed her, and she made sure to be there. I think I would have lost my mind about 7 years ago if I didn't have her to pick me up and put my disassembled heart back together. Beth has not only been my best friend since the 3rd grade, but, she has been my only friend since the 3rd grade. One might say that this is a bad thing. But, truthfully, I like this just the way it is. And, when I say "this", don't mistakenly think that I mean my life...because, you would be nieve to think that I would like my life, when I have to come home to this chaos day in and day out. But, when I say that I like "this", I mean in every way possible, that I like being alone. I want to be alone. Alone is better than being with him.

Belle

Creating Character Place-High School Student with OCD

Alexander had just started his senior year when he started feeling out of place. He couldn't help himself any other way then by avoiding the cracks, counting each and every red M&M before eating any, picking 7 flowers for Lirina, and lining everything in his house, car, locker, bookbag, etc. by size and color. Alexander painted his walls in his room white, so he could spot out every speck of dust. He also bought white carpet, dressors, sheets, pillows, and even more. Alexander had to vacuum his whole house twice, until the white carpets looked as if you could pick a piece of cotton from every square inch. He did this before and after school, every single day, forgetting his homework. An all A student was no longer making A's, nor B's, because unless he was surrounded in a sanitary environment, he'd have outbursts and tear everything up, just to clean it up two minutes later.

Homecoming week

I swear, every other week seems to go by so fastly. But, of course, the week that I want to end, just won't !! Well, anyways, this week is Spirit Week at school and a lot of people dress up as hookers and just very crude things. This kind of upsets me. I mean, I don't understand what girls find so appealing about dressing up as hookers . It really makes them look easy, and I feel bad for them. Guys these days don't want a girl like that to be married to . They want them for short satisfactions before they move on .
I know, I totally sound ridiculous. But, I don't understand why Jesus had to give His life up for such a world that no longer cares !! I use to know so many on-fire Christians. But, each year, I know less and less. All these teens are getting caught up in Satan's games and are being brain-washed by these short "earthly pleasures". I just hope that somehow this world is going to WAKE UP and have a revelation!!
Even though that was really bothering me, there is still more . I know that Alex has been my bestfriend for a few years now . And, now that we are actually thinking about dating...I am reconsidering . I don't want to lose him . And, I know that if/when we break up, that our friendship will never be the same again. I want him in my life forever . As a friend, or whatever. So, I really don't even know what I want at this moment. I mean, of course, I want to date him. But, I really need to pray about if this is the right thing . I don't want to ruin this friendship by a relationship .
So, let us begin on this topic of Alex. He is everything I could see myself loving . He is a Christian, which is the BIGGEST thing to me. He cares about others, he is somewhat of a weirdo (:, he can make people laugh, he is always nice, anyone who meets him, likes him. I don't even know . There is so much about him that makes me completely happy. I can be having a really horrible day (like today), and he can make me laugh and smile when no one else really can. But, is that because he is my best friend, or is that because he is like the other part ? Who knows, besides God ?! I DEFINITELY DO NOT !!!
But even after all of this, I am still not ranting on about how irritated I am with everything at this moment . I have to organize a Best Buddies meeting and have a bunch of people come and I need that by October 14 ! How can I do this ? No idea !! I will just have to get a lot of people's help, I guess...and, that isn't something that stresses me out a lot . But, on top of that, I work about 25 hours a week at my job, Walgreens. And, then, I also go to school. And, on top of that, my straight A's, are NO LONGER straight A's . I mean, seriously ?! I had a 4.0 GPA all through high school . And, I have to C's, 1 B, and 4 A's, now . One C being a 79%, and I couldn't even make it into the NHS!! This really upset me, too . But, of course I didn't let anyone know that . I just don't see how I am going to get a scholarship at this rate .
I am just so stressed out, and my bones/muscles hurt so badly !! I need to cry and take a long hot bath . But, it seems like I only have time to think about crying, and to take a 10 minute, lukewarm shower .... I HATE THIS POINT !! Everything was great last week...and, this week totally sucked !! I wanted to cry the whole time during FCA today..and it wasn't because God was touching me . It was because I was so emotional over all this crap that I couldn't even focus on God. And, I just was about to burst into tears at anytime. But, no, I wasn't going to let myself . I don't know. I just need to get some sleep and pray .



REVELATION 1:4A: GRACE AND PEACE TO YOU FROM WHO IS, WHO WAS, AND WHO IS TO COME.

Good night!! <3

Strange News

I wrote this in my Creative Writing class . If you guys remember all the hype about Armin Mueller, the German cannibal, well, this is about this story . I made this up completely, as if I were him .

As a young child, my imagination always wandered. I would dream, even while awake, about the taste of flesh. I went to the delis and would ask the butchers, but no one took me seriously. They would tell me to stop wasting their time or they "don't take kindly to no pranksters".

At age 21, I just got out of college and I got my job at a computer technological center. There, I sighted many meaty men and my desires for human flesh arouse once again. I also noticed that I was attracted to almost every single man at this job. But, not one woman attracted me. There was even a time that I nearly vomited when Lucy, our secretary, was hitting on me.

By age 37, I still hadn't tasted human flesh, besides when I consumed others in my dreams. Oh, how I wanted to just eat what my stomach craved, but, not one deli, not even in China, had the meat of a human.

After celebrating my 40th birthday, alone, I decided to take my thoughts and make them into actions. I pasted an ad in several newspapers and even on the internet for another male to let me devour them. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, without a single response. Discouraged, I still paid the dues every week to have my ad up every week. A few more months dragged by, when I checked my e-mail. "FINALLY", I screeched, "A RESPONSE"!!!

The man was 43-years-old and his name was Bernd-Jurgen Brandes. He told me that he would love for me to decapitate him and fry him up for dinner. He told me that it would make his God and his family proud. He wanted to sacrifice himself to do something brave for once in his lifetime.

On December 25th, 2002, at age 41, I finally tasted the exquisite taste of human flesh. This was the exact moment that I realized that McDonald's was not only about 1600 calories per McChicken, but it could not even compare in taste to a fried Bernd-Jurgen Brandes sandwich!

Busy Day, I'd say.

After not feeling so good and leaving school early yesterday, I had way too much to catch up on . But, I did it (:

This day was hectic, since it wasn't a normal day. at all . We don't have school tomorrow, so today wasn't a block day, and well, lunch was not only until after 6 . But, I had to take two test, which I aced both :P (especially my Analysis of Functions, thanks to Joey) . After that, I went to FCA for about 5 minutes, wrote down a prayer request for my pastor's grand daughter, who had just past away, at age 5, from a brain tumor . Right after that, I told them I'd be back, ran across campus to the Best Buddies' meeting (I am a officer in that club). After an hour of going over all the dates of Best Buddies, I went back to FCA to spend time alone with God . I didn't want to sit by my friends or even the guy that I like (who is my best friend) . I just wanted to be alone, for once in my life, with God . FCA ended around 2:30 PM, and Alex took me home .

After I got home, Alex and I hung out in his car for awhile . And, I finally went in after about 10 minutes . I had about 30 minutes to just sit down, before I had to go to my OB/GYN . Not fun at all /: and, the fact that I never have time to just breathe made it worse . But, I went, and I was put on another pill called, "YAZ" .

After that, I stopped by Walgreens (one of my jobs) and asked if I could work . They let me . So, I went home, changed into my uniform, did my hair, and I left to go to Walgreens . I got about four extra hours of work . So, that was great ! I worked until about 10 pm . So, even though I was physically exhausted, I still put my smile on, and did what was needed . So, in all, today was a busy day .

THIS WAS WRITTEN YESTERDAY .