I wouldn't consider myself a bad or evil person, but it seems as though life has a funny way of making me out to be. To narrow down my statement, i'lltell you about last week.
As if on cue, every single time I step on to the platform of the Frank ford-Market line train, something wrong must happen to me. I get on the train, already prepared for the worst mind you, and I see an available seat. I nonchalantly look around to make sure there is no one else around me or eyeing the seat, and when I realize the coast is clear I make my move. It's about seven forty in the AM and I got some hot chocolate on my way to the El, which had already spilled on my tan jacked, which was absolutely lovely(sarcasm). So I'm walking toward the chair, my drink at hand and when I sit I realize the chair is abnormally moist. As if everyone on the train knew exactly what was going on and what was on the chair, when I looked up; I had about twenty two eyeballs staring at me. I ignored them at first but they just kept glancing back at me like they all had ticks in their necks, and then the seat began to feel strangely wet. Then I realized at the moisture of the still unknown liquid soaked threw my jeans that these heartless rude people where waiting for a reaction from me. I was so embarrassed first off because no one had the common courtesy to let me know before I sat down that there was something on the seat, and secondly because not only did I not see anything when I did check the seat but I had no idea what it was. As I hoped that death would somehow strike me now, I realized my stop was approaching and I agonized even more. I got up with disgust and very nervously turned around to look at my backside and to my surprise it was just water. But it doesn't end there, I had my book bag on the seat next to me and somehow there was urine on that seat! I literally gaged out loud at the smell! The first thing that came to mind was how the heck did I not smell it before that point, and I realized it was because I was drinking my hot chocolate and that must have blocked the smell, but i could have cried when i got up and walked towards the door and saw a hobo with soaked wet pants and an empty water bottle hanging from his oversized coat. I felt both pity and disgust as everything started to make sense. But I got off the train surprisingly not as upset as I thought I would be, mainly because I knew how everything had happened, and it wasn't just something crazily impossible that usually would only happen to me. But it was gross.
Christine: Hello friend. I had a terrible dream in everyone canceled and you spent the evening verbally abusing me. I share this with you in hopes that you may offer good news to assuade my fears. Have they all chosen alternative plans? are you in a violent mental state?
Me: Oh goodness what a terrible dream! I would never do such a thing! You know me I never become violent. Meet us in an hour at 2nd and Market.
Christine: I am close by....but a few moments away.
These drawing were different to what I'm used to drawing. I know that drawing realistically gives you a good foundation if you ever take up drawing. I'm used to drawing on the spot, I never have the patience to sit there and practice. My favorite out of all of these is my small self-portrait. It was the one that turned out the best in my opinion. I really love drawing, and it's usually something that I don't spend too much time on. I bet if I practiced, I'd be really good at it. Unfortunately, I don't spend too much time on it, and have my favorite art book and my drawing tools just gathering dust. Having to do a drawing a week made me feel rushed. I liked that we had to do these but I never really had the time to finish these at home. I think we had enough time to do them all. Something I would've done is fix the mistakes while I was drawing instead of going along with them.
Hand Drawing Self portrait Large Self Portrait Clear Bottle Small Clear Bottle Large Still Life Large
That night I was awaken by a
deafening crash. I sat up in my twin bed attempting to assure myself that it
was nothing more than the illusion of the dream I’d awaken from. But then the
booming crash was followed by another crash, only this time it didn’t leave a
faint echo in my mind. I took a look at the clock on the front of my cable box,
which read “2:33”. After falling asleep while watching a marathon of “I
Survived” (which is a documentary show that interviews people who survived life
threatening events) several hours prior, I was prepared for the worst. I slowly
slid myself off the side of my bed, trying to avoid the humming of my springs
which may alarm whosever in the house. As I stood beside my bed I became aware
that I was on the third floor of my home, which was the highest floor. By the
time I would reach the first floor, who knows what I’ll come face to face with.
I tiptoed from my room to the top of the stairs where I knew one false move on
any step could create a loud creaking sound alerting who or what ever entered
my home. I tread along the edge of my steps with the tip of my toes trying not
to make a sound. When I reached the bottom of my stairs, I stared at my mom’s
door thinking. What if he’s already in here just waiting for me to walk by? Is
he standing on the opposite side of the door sensing my fear? The more I
thought, the faster my heart began to beat, so with hesitation, I twisted the
knob on my mom’s door, slightly ajar enough to peek my head through. To my
amazement, she was sound asleep with my younger brother and sister on each side.
I wondered if she heard the same distinct crash I had minutes earlier. Was it
only my imagination? I was hoping so, but I didn’t want to take any chances of
falling asleep and waking up to a masked figure standing over me on the side my
bed. I had to check downstairs as well to be sure. My mom had the habit of
leaving her television on while she was asleep, and tonight wasn’t any
different. As I began to close her door, I looked at her screen and noticed that
she was watching the marathon of “I Survived” as well. My heart began to beat
twice as fast, I couldn’t help but become paranoid at the fact that a stranger
could still be in my home hiding behind any door within any shadow. I walked
down my second floor hallway aware to walk on the right hand side because the
floor wouldn’t creak.
As I stood at the top of the last
flight of stairs, I stared into the darkness below me. The only light I could
see was the moonlights’ reflection from my doors’ windowpane. I closed my eyes
and slowly walked down every step until I reached the bottom. I began to open
my eyes prepared for anything to come my way, but nothing was there. While I
walked past the front door on my way to the kitchen, I felt a sharp chill come
across my chest and arms. The cool air moved to the bottom of my bare feet, and
then I knew it … the front door was recently opened. While walking I noticed
the faint smell of marijuana the closer I came to the kitchen door, I knew
someone was in the house now. I walked quietly in front of the kitchen door and
noticed that it was slightly opened and the light was on. This was the moment I
was waiting for; this was the moment of truth. The instant I pulled the handle
to open the door, the light turned off. I took approximately three steps back
to find the nearest lamp and when I did, I immediately twisted the handle. As
soon as the light turned on I saw him, a black masked figure standing in the
kitchen door way. He stared at me, I stared at him, as I looked down I noticed
one of the several kitchen knives we owned in his left hand. The only part of
his body I could see was his eyes, and the only expression I saw on in his eyes
was genuine evil.As he walked
towards me I took steps back and the only thought that carried through my mind
was that I may be telling the story tonight’s events on an episode of “I Survived”.
According to Web MD Insomnia is: a sleep
disorder that is characterized by difficulty falling and/or staying
asleep. Which basically mean you can't sleep at night. It's especially terrible when you are expected to wake up before the sun and stay awake for the next 6 hours. The thing is though you are tired, VERY tired, but for some reason you just can't sleep. Rolling around, watching terrible late night comics, and scrolling through weird blogs doesn't make the disorder any more bearable. Looking at the clock, the time moves so fast! 1 a.m., 2a.m., 3 a.m., 4a.m. OH My God! I only get 2 hours of sleep. Insomnia basically sucks. I know you're probably wondering why I know so much about this lovely blessing...well because it's 1 a.m. and sleep seems to be no where in site for me. I don't even remember how this all started, I just remember not sleeping. Most of the time I sit up mad because I know how tired I'll be in class, and how I hope that all my classes consist of me being talked at so that I can catch up on a few minutes to hold me over till math. My boyfriend calls me weird, and even compared me to a zombie tonight, but he doesn't understand and many people don't. Sleep is like a privilege and if I get it I am HAPPY!
One night, though, I got completely fed up! "That's it! I'm going to sleep, whether I like it or not?" (question mark because that even confused me). So I shut everything down. No T.V., no computer, no phone, nothing! I was ready to fall asleep. So I laid there. My attempt started at around 11, and I was very optimistic, "I'm about to be OUT!" As I laid in the darkness, and the time past, I got nothing. I stared at the ceiling for 36 minutes, and thought "I gotta clean my fan." I stared at my hand and realized that they were shaped weird.This went on for the next 3 hours and 15 minutes. Not even boring observations could put me to sleep. Then before I knew it, the sun started rising and my alarm went off. Not only had I not gotten any sleep but I was bored, I guess I was better off with terrible comics, and weird blogs after all.
Everyone
can relate to me, when I say we are all coming to that age. The one where we
can say “I’m legal”, or to sass a teacher when they tell you “tilt your screens”
and you mumble “I’m grown”, low enough for them to not catch your exact words
but at a volume to make your peers chuckle.
For
some accepting you’re aging is the challenge and taking on new
responsibilities. For others planning the celebration would be one of the most
challenging things. Well for me it is. Even though we consider ourselves to be “legal”
or “grown” we still have those parents who cant let go, or at least loosen
their grip. My friends and I decided to throw a hotel party together to all
celebrate our 18th year.
“ C’mon were
gonna get kicked out.” I said resisting her idea.
“It’s a risk you
have to take.”
“ Wait how ya’ll
paying for it and what ya’ll telling ya’ll parents?” A random voice added in.
“Look man we
will worry about that when the time comes.” I said in a jokingly manner.
We then spoke
realistically about our plans and decided to propose our ideas to our parents.
As I was relaxed my phone rang, I received a text saying “What’s your mom’s
number?”
I eavesdropped
on the conversation between my mother and my friend’s mother. I could only make
out a few words but I was sure when I heard “They think they’re grown.” Once
you here that, its downhill from there. I crept back into my room.
Soon after a
brief conversation, the next thing I knew, the hotel party was on hold. I
received a call from mom saying “I have plans this weekend I don’t plan on
chaperoning.”
With confusion I
asked “what?”
I slowly came to
the realization that my plans were falling apart. I asked her “how can you just
volunteer yourself to attend my party mom I’m grown you don’t have to watch me
or my friends?”And she said “how old
are you?”
Proudly I danced
a little and I responded with “ I’m 18!”
She said “Right
and until your 21 and can answer me without dancing I’m responsible for you. I
will sleep on it.”
Where your finger tips and keys meet in harmony. A boy in School wrote a story that would change the WORLD as we know it! However; little did he know, he would occasionally glance at his TV and the Facebook as well as his Twitter feed. The problem was that even before this story started, he spent almost 1 hour on trying to figure out what he wants to change in this world. So he sat and thought and thought and thou...Then it hit him! He was just too tired to write and decided he would leave his document with (In A World...) and leave his readers in somewhat of a suspense to see what happens next...
I was floating. I don't know how but i was. there was darkness all around me and i felt myself drifting the land of dreams. then a noise jerked me from my journey
'buzz,buzz,buzz' My eyes snapped open to meet with darkness and the only thing visible were the red digits that seem to float from the clock that read 4:30 am . My eyes squinted with hatred for who would wake me at such at time. 'buzz,buzz,buzz' the noise kept going. i looked to see my phone moving from it's own vibration i swiped it from nightstand and looked at the number. It was anthony calling. My mind even in it's half awake started going through all the things that could have happen for him to call me at this time. in concern i opened the phone and replied. " Hello ? " "Teeeecchhh support" the voice sounded slurred and drunk " What? "I replied in confusion " Tech support " he yelled again in the slurred way "You called me...at 4:30 in the morning for tech support!" I heard laughter in the back that i recognize " Zach I'm going to kill you!" there was rustling i guessed that the phone was moving and Zach's voice much closer now yelled back " Wait why are you going to kill me!" "Because you let him call me at 4 in the morning! " i can't control who he calls " "yes you can!"
this argument went on for about 2 minutes until Zach apologized and said goodnight. i closed my phone and put my head on the pillow that smiled back at me. i closed my eyes but i could'nt drift back to my journey on the road to dreams. I sat up and opened my laptop at least i could surf around until my eyes got tired. a bubbled showed up on my screen from ichat it made it's pop noise timidly and i looked to see who messaged me 'Tech Support' it read. Even though i could not hear him. his voice rang loud and obnoxiously in my head. I typed back frustrated " Anthony shut up!" In response he spammed with the same two words.I blocked him for the night then closed my laptop with a sigh. I laid my head back down on the pillow and a few minutes i finally went back to sleep with the hatred of the words" Tech support"
I was floating. I don't know how but i was. there was darkness all around me and i felt myself drifting the land of dreams. then a noise jerked me from my journey 'buzz,buzz,buzz' My eyes snapped open to meet with darkness and the only thing visible the red digits that seem to float from the clock that read 4:30 am . My eyes squinted with hatred for who would wake me at such at time. 'buzz,buzz,buzz' the noise kept going. i looked to see my phone moving from it's vibration i swiped it from nightstand and looked at the number. It was anthony calling. My mind even in it's half awake started going through all the things that could have happen for him to call me at this time. i opened the phone and replied. " Hello ? " "Teeeecchhh support" the voice sounded slurred and drunk " What? "I replied in confusion " Tech support " he yelled again in the slurred way "You called me...at 4:30 in the morning for tech support!" I heard laughter in the back that i recognize " Zach I'm going to kill you!" there was rustling i guessed that the phone was moving and Zach's voice much closer now yelled back " Wait why are you going to kill me!" "Because you let him call me at 4 in the morning! " i can't control who he calls " "yes you can!" this argument went on for about 2 minutes until Zach apologized and said goodnight. i closed my phone and put my head on the pillow the smiled back. i closed my eyes but i could drift back to my journey on the road to dreams. I sat up and opened my laptop at least i could surf around until my eyes got tired. a bubbled showed up on my screen from ichat it made it's popped noise timidly and i looked to see who messaged me 'Tech Support' it read. Even though i could not hear him. his voice rang loud and obnoxiously in my head. I typed back frustrated " Anthony shut up!" In response he spammed with the same two words.I blocked him for the night then closed my laptop with a sigh. I laid my head back down on the pillow and a few minutes i finally went back to sleep with the hatred of the words" Tech support"
My fingers slid across my bangs pushing them behind my ear. I knew they wouldn’t stay there but fall back towards my face. Still I wanted them out the way to think. Lightly my laptop made a buzzing sound from where it sat in my lap. Something about this all was not working. My mind had no thoughts what’s so ever passing through it. It was just kind of blank, almost like the little person inside of there just walked out on me when need. I leaned backwards against my headboard closing my eyes. Without thinking I sad loudly to myself. “UGH I hate this! Why cant a write?! It’s just a story”
Just then my mother looked into my room looking curiously and said “Hey there need help with something.” I tilted my head and opened one of my eyes. “Just writing a story mom” On her face there was a look that consisted of a mixture of please tell me my own kid did not forget how to write, interest like a little kid and why didn’t I tell her. “Heyyyyy think I can maybe help,” she said like a kid, which couldn’t help but make you smile. “No thanks mom I can get this sooner or later….or really later..” I said smiling a bit. She pouted and said awed before shuffling out of my room. Of course I knew it was jokingly. She always used her kid act at times for fun.
Once she left I leaned back on my bed again trying to think of an idea. I tried everything I could to get some sort of creativity going. Shuffled through iTunes, imed friends and played a puzzle game. Still I had nothing that inspired me to write. Mentally I had given up and that was the moment it hit me. I shot right up and began writing. Grinning at my laptop and said to myself thinking I was a genius “A story about a story…how perfect...” Before I allowed to let myself let out my genius life I continued to type on happily.
I think we all remember THAT date, one awkward one that we wish we could forget, but doesn't seem to leave. This was one of those dates. In his defense, perhaps he saw it as a mere friendly outing, where chivalrous gestures are not expected. I guess I missed that memo.
He had invited me to the movies, nothing too special or significant. It was an action movie. Batman? Perhaps. As my dad drove me to the theater, I remember the butterflies that come at the beginning of any relationship. What can I say? I liked the guy. My dad passed me a 20 as I opened the door. Though I didn't expect to use it, I stuffed it in my pocket.
I met him in the lobby. We saw a few friends and waved. He let me order my ticket first.
"Regular admission for the 3:50 show, please."
"Make that two," he said over my head.
I smiled. He was going to pay for me.
"You want to split it? 10,10?"
My face must've said it all. The ticket clerk interrupted my utter surprise.
"You're not paying for her? You have to."
"Next time, dude."
I faked a smile and passed him my money. We weren't going on another date; that much was clear.
I hate riding the subway. The noise of steel and static-ey intercom voices gives me a nauseating headache. So it was a normal train ride. Babies crying, loud cell phone conversations and the stench of sweat and corn-chips. I was sitting in the single seat, reading the Unlitter Us ads when the train stopped at Hunting Park Station. A flood of people got on, including two staggering men who were carrying duffle bags and a bottle of OE. Seconds after the door closes these two fools start arguing about killing each other. One sips on the forty to long and the other gets mad and starts yelling about a gun in his duffle bag. Now by this time people get up and start running. I didn't waste anytime to follow. I not usually a follower but when people start running I run too. So I ran.
This might come off as a journal but this story was about my awesome day. This morning was amazing because I was watching a movie named julia and julia. Then of course it was off to school and that was fun as well, mainly because of all of the reminiscing we did about the super bowl party we had at Brias. It was so nice having everybody there. What I really enjoyed the most today was our chocolate class. I love chocolate so it was nice being able to do many things with it. With all of the treats that I made, I gave them to my girls from girl scouts. After school was nice because I learned how to get to my church from the 11 trolley, then I realized I needed to be on the 13, but my friend walked me so it was ok. Overall it was a relaxing day and I am happy the new semester started.
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It had been a very long day full of the usual stressing school activities. My mood had been unusual and my friends were having bad day and because my Beth and I are so close the mood was affecting me tremendously and I held on to false smile that would reassure her. I went through the motions of my usual day and breathed a sigh of relief when I came home. A hot shower and lotion should have made the world a much better place, but it didn't. And then I came downstairs and found my family talking and my baby sister, Marie, laughing hysterically. She ran from her chair yelling, "Hi! Hi! Hi," and smacked right into my leg where she hugged me and ran away. I sat down with my lotion and rubbed some into my bruised leg, Marie asked if she could have some and then she rubbed lotion into her legs. And my mother and I cracked up laughing at the crazy baby. Her toenails are currently blue and her fingernails are black and after this new development in her appearance she ran to my mother saying, "Mommy! Look, my fingers pretty," in a garbled version of English. And my bad mood was lifted away and replaced with an honest-to-goodness smile.
