Sunday, January 20, 2008
Rabbit Surgery
UGGGG!!!! Our rabbit had been growing this THING on the side of his face for a few weeks now, it was about the size of a golf ball and a half. His eye got swollen closed and we were afraid that we would have to put him down. But he scratched at it today, popped a hole in the THING and it started to ooze and gush and be ABSOLUTELY disgusting! It seemed to take for ever to drain out, even with us helping it along. My sister was hiding in the room and my mom hid herself in the kitchen, so it was only me and my dad to help him. I almost puked. Even now, hours later, the mere thought of it makes me gag. I am chewing gum right now so that is helping settle my stomach. At least the rabbit seems happier and more lively.
Friday, January 18, 2008
A New Year and More Sleep
Oh wow, it is a new year already and I am now a year older...scary. Not only that, but it means a new semester of college! This semester I am able to take all my classes from my home town, instead of waking up at 5:30 in the morning to catch a bus to drive an hour and a half to the college, then stay there until 4 and have a long drive back home...Now I can wake up at 9 (not that I do with my sisters getting ready for school at 7, but still almost 2 hours more sleep)spend 45 min getting ready and take my class...the only one that I have at 10 is on Friday, and I have another one at 2.
All my other classes start later then that, one at 11 one at 3 and one at 6, and I have Monday and the weekend to work, and do homework, LOTS of homework. But at least this time I enjoy both my English classes that I am taking. Gothic Literature and Creative Writing.
I want to share the first exercise that we did in Creative Writing, since it was the only one that was greeted with a silence at the end. The activity was to choose an Abstract word from a list we created and a Concrete word. The concrete word was passed onto the person to our right, then we had to make a sentence with it. I ended up with My DARKNESS is a MOUNTAIN. The capitalized words are the words that were chosen. Other people got ones like, my rage is sand, my vengeance is mars, or my rage is a shovel. Then we had to write for a few minutes on how it was a mountain, or sand, or what ever we got. Here is mine.
My darkness is a mountain. It weighs me down but is not as heavy as some. Sharp and jagged in places, then slippery and smooth in others, split by valleys of emotion or thought. Then peaked by attitude and actions.
Falling apart and crumbling, settling and hardening. But still not as heavy as some. Bumpy and confusing, I get lost in it often, until I stumble into a part I've already been and begin again. Neighbored by others and yet standing alone.
Eruptions make it grow, the soothing winds and crystal rain break it down. But still I am lost, until I find my path again. My darkness is a mountain, life itself. I forge new paths that take me to new ends. Some final at a cliff, or open in a valley. I get stuck, have to retrace my path, going back is new too. I see things from another angle. Only me to contend with myself, no clear path to take.
Secrets riddle the mountain, mine to keep and discover. Confusing at best but exciting as well. I get lost easily, the longer I go the further I get, until I find a way to get back on track where it is familiar.
All the other writings got some murmurs and "that's good"s but there was a bit of a silence after mine and it made me a embarrassed. But as I read it over I really like it. And that is what counts.
All my other classes start later then that, one at 11 one at 3 and one at 6, and I have Monday and the weekend to work, and do homework, LOTS of homework. But at least this time I enjoy both my English classes that I am taking. Gothic Literature and Creative Writing.
I want to share the first exercise that we did in Creative Writing, since it was the only one that was greeted with a silence at the end. The activity was to choose an Abstract word from a list we created and a Concrete word. The concrete word was passed onto the person to our right, then we had to make a sentence with it. I ended up with My DARKNESS is a MOUNTAIN. The capitalized words are the words that were chosen. Other people got ones like, my rage is sand, my vengeance is mars, or my rage is a shovel. Then we had to write for a few minutes on how it was a mountain, or sand, or what ever we got. Here is mine.
My darkness is a mountain. It weighs me down but is not as heavy as some. Sharp and jagged in places, then slippery and smooth in others, split by valleys of emotion or thought. Then peaked by attitude and actions.
Falling apart and crumbling, settling and hardening. But still not as heavy as some. Bumpy and confusing, I get lost in it often, until I stumble into a part I've already been and begin again. Neighbored by others and yet standing alone.
Eruptions make it grow, the soothing winds and crystal rain break it down. But still I am lost, until I find my path again. My darkness is a mountain, life itself. I forge new paths that take me to new ends. Some final at a cliff, or open in a valley. I get stuck, have to retrace my path, going back is new too. I see things from another angle. Only me to contend with myself, no clear path to take.
Secrets riddle the mountain, mine to keep and discover. Confusing at best but exciting as well. I get lost easily, the longer I go the further I get, until I find a way to get back on track where it is familiar.
All the other writings got some murmurs and "that's good"s but there was a bit of a silence after mine and it made me a embarrassed. But as I read it over I really like it. And that is what counts.
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