Writers as Readers

1. When I read I need my environment to be completely quiet or else I can't concentrate. I would prefer to have like cherry juice or coffee within reach of my hand, but if not I guess thats okay.

2. I love love love murder mystery books, or romance, or stuff that is really sad. I don't know but it just interests me, I love romantic books because I am a hopless romantic and that kind of stuff just makes me happy. I can't really explain why I love murder mystery or sad books but I think it's really intriguing to read into other people's lives.

9. "When I finished reading" Crank I was angry afterwards because the ending was really sad and the mom left her baby to go be a drug addict.

10. I feel like people can make their own decisions in life and if they are scared to read a book about witchcraft because they are afraid that they will become one with the devil, then they obviously are easily swayed and should have more of an open mind. I don't think a book like Harry Potter could make anyone convert to something like witchcraft unless that is your thing and you are a diehard fan. My grandma is super religous and believes in God and she read the books and it didn't change her, it is merely entertainment.

12. I think that if you do read more, it could help you with your imagination or finding new vocabulary, it just depends what type of writer you are and if something sways you or catches your eye then it could definitely help with your writing. Sometimes I pick up words or phrases from t.v. shows as well, so it depends on the person.

          

Memorable Passage

Something is smashing my chest- and anchor, gravity. Soon I'll cave in on myself. I stumble upstairs and yank on the jeans and tank top I wore yesterday. Then I'm out the door, up the street, around the corner to the bus stop. Dad calls my name but I don't shout back.

To me this passage reminds me of how I feel sometimes about going to school or just how I feel day to day when I am feeling really low. Like I just don't want to do anything because I feel like everything is weighing me down. Whenever I'm sad, I usually don't like to talk and so I like how the book says that she doesn't yell back.

This set of words caught my eye because I can relate and I like the imagery with the way the words sounded together.

Whatever

It all started with my mother making us go to church, I remember her waking me up forcing me to get out of bed and it made me hate going there, it was that kind of stuff that made me and my brother angry and it set up our lives for us. We were born to be angry and sad, and look how it turned out, two lost souls who don’t even know what to do with their lives. You shouldn’t make anything forced or children just want to rebel and create disasters. Every parent should know that, and I think my mom has forgotten, because now she just blames it on the wind. It catches me in an essence and makes me so furious with anger, I am my own person I am not a failure. I think about that all the time, how I don’t want to be a failure because so many have failed before me that it is just locked deep within me. I am left with the sadness and guilt I feel for not being where I think I should be, but none of this is my fault because I am just learning. I feel stuck which many others would say, but no I am actually stuck and I don’t feel like I can ever move. I don’t even talk, I don’t really like to talk because it gets me nowhere unless you just fake it. Like you can’t go anywhere without feeling like you need to create some social atmosphere that no one else is involved in just so you aren’t deemed weird or awkward. Like what is this world and why am I just now seeing everything, it’s so confusing and chaotic that I just feel like a volcano all the time pouring out everything I have and it just all blowing up in my face. All I have is myself, like if you really think about it, it’s all you have and that is who you have to deal with for the rest of your life so what are we really doing.

Newspaper stories

I was always the one to forget, but for some reason I could never forget that day. It was the most important day of my life, they day my life actually started. The day I met her at the coffee shop, I kept staring at her and she would just look away, blush and look down. It was annoying how she didn’t stare at me back. I wanted to see her as a whole I wanted her to look at me. So I did it, I got up and walked close to her table and she stared longingly at me. She got up and told me “If you are going to stare at me like that the least you can do is ask for my number.” I couldn’t forget this moment, so I had to write it down. I ran home and started writing and I still am. I lived in a one bedroom apartment on the third floor of an old complex in the middle of New York.

 

She came over, dressed in a red velvet cropped top and high waisted black pants. She was art, thank god I dressed up, or I wouldn’t even be a fraction to her masterpiece. She asked if I was ready to go, and we went to a beautiful art museum, and drowned ourselves in coffee and overpriced sandwiches at the one place I will never forget. It was one of those stories you read and think that it will never happen to you and when it does, you tell a million people and they can’t believe you were the person to have this sort of a fairytale. She listened to my stories and never questioned my lifestyle or anything, she just listened and that was the most romantic thing to me.

 

A few weeks passed and I hadn’t heard from her, I called her and went by her apartment a couple of times. I even spent hours at our little coffee shop, hoping she would show up. One day, I got the nerve to knock on her door, and it was the scariest thing I could have done. She opened the door, and looked surprised to see me, it was like she didn’t even know who I was. I told her our story and what we had done and how much I thought of her. She just stared casually like this happened every day, but she was so fascinated in my story. She had amnesia and a serious case of it, she told me that a couple years ago there was a boyfriend that was not such a wonderful person and there was one particular night that got out of hand.

I was perplexed at how amazing she was, how we fit together so well. I wanted to know more about her and she was the only person I did not want to forget, and I was the only person she had forgotten.

Short horror story

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. Slamming down the phone I walked downstairs to make sure all the doors were locked and of course they always were. My cat meowed silently behind me, I picked her up and carried her upstairs. The next thing I found was very odd, a single rose on my bed, I picked it up in pure horror and the next thing I knew there was a hand. A drunken voice said “So we meet again.” It was my husband after a very long night, “you scared me half to death!” I screamed and then he kissed me. I asked what the rose was for and he asked me what on earth I was talking about. He was a romantic but not lately, after we had been getting these strange phone calls.

 I heard a crash when we fell asleep, actually it was more of, I felt a crash and when I woke up again he was gone, and everything was gone. There was a lot of screaming and another man waiting at my door. I got up and took his hand as he led me downstairs and showed me what had happened. There laid me, and my husband the man that I assumed had been on the phone was in my house screaming at us. I wasn’t sure who he was or why he would be coming to our house, but I knew my life was ending. Asking for my love, telling me I deserved a better husband, we were crying, begging for our lives. I kept looking at my husband's confused face, and then he told me that he loved me. The whole time my silhouette body thinking of how things can happen so fast with no explanation. What my husband had said angered the man. Then I had recognized the man, he was my stalker, hopelessly in love with me and full of desperation. But he must have known that he could not have me, when he saw how much I was already loved, but by then it was too late. There was no more I could do, no more breath I could take, and then the knife came down, and he took off.

Famous First and Last Lines

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.

 

Paul Auster Born: Feb 03, 1947 (age 68)

In college he supported himself with freelance jobs and wrote articles for university magazines.

Published in 1985

This book is a New York Trilogy and a crime fiction, in the book its events are about a detective writer who ends up being in a detective story himself. It has a lot of plot twists especially when the writer wakes up from his own dream. It’s about a guy who lives part of his life in the past and he changes his name to forget about his past.

 

I think I would like to read this book because it sounds a lot like Inception. I also like mystery crime stories that have twists to them, it also could be like Shutter Island where he doesn’t realize who he truly is until the end.

The knife came down missing him by inches and he took off.


Joseph Heller: Born May 1 1923
He earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree from New York University in 1949.


Published in 1961


This book is about a guy in the military, the guy is sick and the doctors don't believe him so they make him stay.


I don't think I would read this because I don't like books/ movies about war.

Quotes

“No self-respecting woman dresses for men”.

 – Larissa (The Carrie Diaries)

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

-    -    Freidrich Nietzsche

“You can ask the universe for all the signs you want, but ultimately, we see what we want to see when were ready to see it.”

 – How I Met Your Mother         

                                                                                                                                         

Maya Angelou Questions

1.  I think what she is trying to say is that the caged bird sings of freedom and being far away from where it is. It sings of everything it wants in that moment and hopes of its dreams to come true. I think it means that everyone should have freedom and rights and not be caged in. I understand the idea, the poetic form of it makes it go deeper than what the words really are. It makes you think about what the bird has gone through, and why it feels caged in.

3. I think words have a lot of power and with anything you do people will judge you. If you say the wrong thing to someone you are giving them that power of what to do with it. I feel like if you leave things alone and don’t say anything it can fix some problems, but others need to be talked out. It is also just a theory about what power you can give to things, if you are the kind of person that believes in karma you may believe one way than a person who just doesn’t care. If you feed people power it just makes things worse so the best way is to just know that things are going to get better and move on.

5. I don’t think I could go without talking for five years, because nowadays I have a lot more responsibility than I did when I was her age. But yeah if I was her age I totally could because sometimes I use silence as a way of solving problems or just so I won’t be bothered. Sometimes people get it and other times it makes people go crazy and hate me or become super annoyed with me. I think I talk a fair amount like I don’t do it all the time, but when I do it’s meaningful. I don’t know talking hasn’t ever been my strong point, I like being silent instead. I could probably learn who people truly are if I talked less which usually happens and then I get super annoyed with them or I realize they are a good person and I should talk more to them. By speaking more I could probably learn how to make my conversations better and how to make it seem interested in a person.

8. There is a difference between truth and fact it is like believing and seeing. You can believe something is the truth and just assume or actually see it and talk to the person yourself and get the facts. I feel like a lot of people nowadays just assume and it makes things worse than if they just confronted someone. The truth of something you heard can just be made up but nothing is really factual until you do research or go to the source.

9. When I need to get something done I will pick my split ends, go on Instagram, Tumblr, etc... I like getting things done my own way and I don’t have too many specific set rules for myself. But I also feel like procrastination came help you think about things or give your brain time to think about what is going on and maybe it can help you from going crazy.

 

 

I know why...

I know why the caged bird sings

It sings to find its own voice

To prove what it can accomplish

To get away from all the talking

To show its talents

It sings in hope of finding happiness

To understand what it is capable of

So others will admire its talents

To make its own way in this cruel world

To be free from all the doubt

If I were in charge of the world

If I were in charge of the world


I'd cancel narrow mindedness


Dairy products


Sexism and also


The corrupt school system


 


If I were in charge of the world


there'd be organic food


free college and


room for opportunity


 


If I were in charge of the world


You wouldn't have lonely


You wouldn't have starving


You wouldn't have angry


You wouldn't have "you're stupid"


You wouldn't even have to worry






If I were in charge of the world


Fazoli's and chocolate would be a vegetable


All people would have jobs


And a person who sometimes forgot to forgive


And sometimes forgot to love


Would still be allowed to be


In charge of the world.

 

Not a real love story

I dream about boy butts, and so does my friend so I don’t feel so weird about it. Actually it isn't that weird it is rather normal but of course society has to make human body parts “awkward” and “gross” to talk about. Who cares though this is a new world especially if you are relating it to the world a hundred years ago when showing an ankle was unacceptable. But anyways it’s not anyone’s in particular so don’t get too worked up. As I’m passing in the hallways I see my friend and she tells me she has a boyfriend, well not a real boyfriend just someone to talk to that she met at this skating rink the other day. They “slow skated” to a love song and the romance blossomed from there. I think about how it must be to slow skate with a guy, that fake love moment you guys have when your eyes meet and it’s just you and that person. I think about it until the end of the day, until I am just about to get into my car and BAM there he is, his car parked next to mine. I can feel his eyes bearing into my black and white striped shirt. He says “Hey I didn't know you parked here.” (I park there every single flipping day), is what I wanted to say but instead it was more like “Only on Tuesdays.” Which was me being sarcastic and happily he caught that and laughed. What could that possibly mean, is he somehow now interested in me? And If so then why, like I am cute but still why. When I got in my car to leave, he let me go first probably so he could judge my driving skills and see if I was a possible candidate for a girlfriend. I notice whenever I am driving that he is following me, or we just go the same direction to get home. I think about what it would be like to be with him, to hold his hand. Then I snap out of it and realize that what I am doing is bad karma, and I hate myself for five seconds. That night I went to bed over analyzing the whole situation, what could this whole day possibly mean, and I dream about boy butts.

Solving problems

What causes dreams? Well I have a few personal opinions, and one of them is that you can somewhat control what you are going to dream about. I say this because sometimes right before bed, I will think of something that I want to happen, later on I will end up dreaming about it and it will be ten times better than what I first thought of. I think our imagination really takes off while we are dreaming and it’s a way to kind of exercise that part of our brains.

           

            I also think that dreams come out of our fears, because some nights I will be thinking about something that bothers me or something that I am afraid of and then I will sometimes dream about it. Having dreams about fears can also be a good thing because you can conquer it in your mind and maybe find a solution on how you can conquer that fear. These types of dreams can also help you to solve your own problems.

            One night I was thinking about how I was angry at a person  and I was trying to find out different ways to solve that issue. None of my solutions were really that good and I remember having a dream that I was screaming at that person and crying and it felt so real, I remember waking up out of breath and really confused. But anyways I didn't end up screaming at that person to solve the problem, I just chose silence which is what I usually go for.