Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Memoir Monday
Papers,
Scattered across the room,
No pens to be found,
My binder,
Hidden beneath the mess,
And I can't make myself finish it.
The memoir,
At the tip of my tongue,
But not yet onto the keyboard,
And written on the screen.
The math problems,
Are a mystery,
How should I know how to complete them.
Looking at it all,
I realize,
How disorganized I am,
How messy mi life is,
And how confused.
I have always been.
Scattered across the room,
No pens to be found,
My binder,
Hidden beneath the mess,
And I can't make myself finish it.
The memoir,
At the tip of my tongue,
But not yet onto the keyboard,
And written on the screen.
The math problems,
Are a mystery,
How should I know how to complete them.
Looking at it all,
I realize,
How disorganized I am,
How messy mi life is,
And how confused.
I have always been.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Daniela
My sister and I used to be the same,
When people talked to us on the phone,
They mixed up our names,
We used to like the same music,
We used to like the same shows on TV,
We used to like to do the same things.
But now my voice is different,
I know like harder rock than she does,
I bore myself with the episodes of meaningless crap she likes to watch,
And we never do anything together.
Though our relationship is falling apart,
I like to cherish,
The little things,
We have in common,
It's what keeps us together,
It's what makes us siblings.
When people talked to us on the phone,
They mixed up our names,
We used to like the same music,
We used to like the same shows on TV,
We used to like to do the same things.
But now my voice is different,
I know like harder rock than she does,
I bore myself with the episodes of meaningless crap she likes to watch,
And we never do anything together.
Though our relationship is falling apart,
I like to cherish,
The little things,
We have in common,
It's what keeps us together,
It's what makes us siblings.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Slice Of Life Thursday
Minutes go past, like people passing through times square. Helplessly, I watch as the night goes away. I don't know what to write about for my Slice Of Life. The words that come out on the screen have no continuation. The key on the keyboard that I have most hit is the backspace. Nothing to write about, and it's almost twelve o'clock. I wait until that time, to see if I think of something, but no. It is twelve, and there is not one word on this post. I close the screen, and turn off the computer. I call it a night, and go to sleep.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
WWWednesday
My Wordly Wise Wednesday is about the abhorrent topic, Megan Fox being kicked out of Transformers 3. I honestly think that transformers will be amiss without Megan Fox. I also think that Michael Bay is an irascible idiot, I will give him a tirade about how Megan Fox is the best actress of transformers and that firing her was the most despicable thing he could have done. He impels me to smack him across the face with a decepticon. Maybe my profound love for Megan Fox can have something to do with this rant, but I know that I speak for most people when I say: Not having Megan Fox in Transformers will rankle viewers everywhere and Michael Bay should be rebuked.
Mentor Texts
I hate mentor texts, and everything that you use them for, mainly because all teachers tell us to use our own words, but when we use mentor texts, we're using the other writer's essence, instead of our own. I think that we should not have mentor texts because having a mentor texts eliminates the "voice" part of your writing, and if you ask me, i'd think that voice is pretty important in any assignment for english.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Memoir Monday
I got to the party late, at night. I took off my sweater, took my phone out of my pocket. I didn't even have time to look back before miguel poured the freezing cold bucket of water on my head. I remembered that i was suppposed to bring extra clothes and a towel. Crap, I forgot. I stood there with water trickling down my neck and into my shirt. Not long after, the cake was brought out at which point everybody was throwing cake around, and I was the main target. Then i remembered again, the invitation, bring extra clothes and a towel. So I stood there, wet, cold, and with my shirt smelling of chocolate frosting. Maybe next time I should listen to instructions.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Wordly Wis Wednesday or something
Anonymous
97 Chill Lane
Coolsville, Epic Land 12345
September 8th, 2010
Dear Tisha,
How are you? I have been working on this letter all day, and I must admit that it was quite a surprise when you made that spontaneous modification to our assignment. Though I should have seen it coming, due to your love for Wordly Wise words. Anyways, I think that this prevalent recurrence must stop. We think it's a normal blog entry, then we see your guile towards us eigth graders. You should atleast instill the change before we get our hopes up. Because then we won't have to extricate ourselves from our original idea of what we were going to write. Mrs. Meadows, it is imperative that you read this message, and it is pivotal that you take action.
Your friend,
Dr. Castillo
P.S. Ten wordly wise words. Because I'm just that cool. B)
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Confession Tuesday
My confession Tuesday is about doing my work in the day. Every day, I try desperately to do my homework in the day, but in the end i always get bored and end up watching TV and falling asleep. Then in the night, right before going to sleep, i start doing my homework (although I'm still distracted by facebook and youtube) and falling asleep late, and regretting it in the morning.
Memoir Monday
I wake up on a saturday morning,
I leave my dark-cold room,
And go out into the warm-sunny kitchen.
That's when i see him,
My fish still hasn't woken up.
He was still asleep, his belly was facing upward.
I tapped the glass,
And tapped again,
Saying, wake up Goldy.
But it was useless,
I tapped in vain,
I soon realized,
My Goldy was dead.
I leave my dark-cold room,
And go out into the warm-sunny kitchen.
That's when i see him,
My fish still hasn't woken up.
He was still asleep, his belly was facing upward.
I tapped the glass,
And tapped again,
Saying, wake up Goldy.
But it was useless,
I tapped in vain,
I soon realized,
My Goldy was dead.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Slice Of Life
Rushing through papers,
books,
folders,
To get the one homewok that matters,
My dad's coming in 10 minutes,
Rushing through questions,
graphs,
equations,
To finish the work,
My dad is here, I'm not finished... Crap
books,
folders,
To get the one homewok that matters,
My dad's coming in 10 minutes,
Rushing through questions,
graphs,
equations,
To finish the work,
My dad is here, I'm not finished... Crap
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)