Wednesday, March 30, 2011

the clock winked

I clock winked and the whole world stopped. Everything stopped except me. I was wondering around the bluffs of apple valley wondering what i should do. At first, i found the greatest, fastest car in my hood, black lambo galardo. Then i went to find my family history and found out that my ancestors were Lambo Italian inventors so i was pretty much borrowing the car. I drove it out to California and went gold mining. Anything i would tap would come back to movement. I had the magic touch. It seemed as if i was the next jesus christ. I tapped a couple of my friends and a few horses and we set sail to venture to Japan. I found a new skill and parted the ocean like Moses.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

spring break

During spring break i went to visit my friend in texas. The weather was super nice and really sunny and hot. We took the first couple days easy and then we went to South Padre Island. There was about 1,000 people there. It was crazy. My friend and i got into this balloon toss contest. There was about 20-30 groups of people doing it. At first we started out close, and then with every toss we got further and further apart. If your balloon popped you were out, obviously. It got to the point where tina and i were about 20 feet apart and i was super, super nervous. I didnt want to lose. I was even more nervous because there was a camera crew there filming and a majority of the people on the beach were watching. At that point the guy hosting the party/ contest said for everyone remaining to scoot closer to the stage. As we all scooted closer to the stage there was only 5 groups left. All of them were groups of guys besides Tina and I. Unfortunately, the next round the balloon popped all over me. I was kind of mad that it popped cause i wanted to win and we were the last girls.

Monday, March 28, 2011

a spoon inside a dishwasher

Everything was upside down. I woke up to find this nasty taste in my mouth. It was hot dishwasher soap. My biggest fear was coming true again. I was happily asleep in the sink with dirty, dried milk all over my concave face when that nasty sour taste of soap entered my mouth. The hot shower began. My most feared part. It is like a half hour of being in a hot sauna thats raining acid rain.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

I once dreamed about..."

When i lived in my old house in rosemount, i dreamt about my apple tree i used to climb. If i believe correctly, i had it more than once when i lived there. My dream started out with me trying to peacefully untangle the branches infront of my face so i could get a clear view of my house. As i opened a clearing, my feet lifted off a branch and began to fly. It was so peaceful at first. Then, i flew over my mom and my little sister having a picnic on our red checkerd blanket. At first i was distressed and confussed by the fact that they were having one with out me and that my mom didnt invite me to join them. I felt a little left out. I got over it as fast as i flew by it. I began flying toward my old yellow house and that was the end of my dream.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I wish someone had told me.....

I wish someone would have told me that it is okay to go against what my mom has to say. I've made some decisions based upon what she says and wants rather than what i want because i don't want to make her mad. One perfect example is when i wanted to transfer to SES. Biggest regret in my life. I wish i would have went there but my mom had to have a huge fit and say that SES was not a good school, it wont get me into college and all the kids there are "different". She is like the only person who can get under my skin and change my decisions but not in a good way. She made me feel bad for even considering going there.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

song lyrics

Song Title : Sleeping Sickness

Artist : City and Colour

1. Why did you choose this song? Why is it important to you?

I chose this song because Dallas Green (the guy who is singing and playing guitar) is naturally talented musician and writer and that the lyrics were appropriate for class. I also chose this song because it is one of my favorite songs and I absolutely love everything that he sings.

2. What is the story in the lyrics?
I think story in the lyrics is that all his thoughts, worries, and uncertainties building up causing him misery and wondering when it will suffice as he is going to sleep and being unable to fall asleep because of it and it happens often.

3. What is the structure?

I feel that the structure of the song is somewhat free verse but could have a A, B, A, C, B, C structure in the chorus.


4. What is the emotional tone or mood?

The emotional tone in the song is kind of helpless, gloomy and asking for someone to help?

5. What is the message or lesson?

The lesson in the song could possibly be him finally coming to terms with his possible anxieties that causes him to have worries.

6. What is the intention of this piece of music?

The intention of this piece of music is kind of the same as the message of the song and questioning if his anxieties will become a part of every day life for him.

http://www.plyrics.com/lyrics/cityandcolour/thesleepingsickness.html

100 years from now ideas

- people will be mutated because of the nuclear disasters in japan
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The shoe

The Japanese man from Hiroshima, Japan created a shoe out of his great great grandfathers house from the WW2 bombings. He has since become a great-world wide shoe maker. Not just a shoe maker, but a car shoe maker! He made shoes for the giant Paul Bunyan and some slippers for his big blue ox named Babe to keep them warm in the cold Bemidji winters. I really hate physics

Monday, March 14, 2011

My Journey on a Pirate Ship

Long, long ago when i was a young lad i set sail to be biggest pirate ship i've ever owned. My ships name was Atlantis the 5th. I chose 5th because there wasn't any 4,3,2, or original Atlantis so I made it seem like there was a great family history of Atlantis ships but anyways, back to the story. I set sail on Atlantis the 5th to find my perfect parrot. I was a parrotless pirate. My pirate-husband was a slayer English speaking lad named Orlando...Orlando Bloom. Boy, oh boy did he ever have a fine accent...and a fine body...talk about wash-board abs! Mmmmhmm. He must have got them wash board abs from slaying all them sailors like that one dude Christopher Columbus' ship mates. Arr ar arr! Anyways, I keep getting distracted. To the main point of the story, we left the coast of our mainland called Pirate Island. We were setting sail to the most prestigious parrot island of them all: Tweet Tweet Island. Half way through our journey we came upon another ship called the Tracy SS. That stood for Tracy Sailor Ship. IT was my mother! She never let me have a parrot as a young matey and she was trying to stop me! Plus, I converted to Piratism so Orlando did not like her very much so there was a battle that was going to happen as soon as our ships came into cannon ball distance.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Rabbit on growth hormones

This rabbit won first place in the Grand Rapids, Minnesota county fair. Rupert was given growth hormones its whole life to become its giant size. Rupert the rabbit weights a grand total of 28 pounds and three ounces. That's more than two cats! When he hops you can feel the ground shake under his weight. Sometimes he can shoot lasers out of his eyes because when he was given the growth hormones he was exposed to chemical  radiation near the Hiroshima bombings (he was imported from there due to their specialties in rabbit production). Rupert is about 8 years old surprisingly. His owners don't know how much longer he can live. They said that once he hops away to bunny heaven they are either going to make a fur boots, a fur hat or possibly make one of those bear-like rugs out his ginormous body. How nice! They might also take him to a taxidermist and place him in the entry way.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

fictional character you really like (from a book, movie, or TV show). Craft a story with that person losing the most valuable item to him or her.

Once upon a time this really good looking newsie boy named Jack Dawson on the Titanic. He was born into a poor family and left them to live a life of his own. He did not have very many special beloningings, but his most prized possession was his


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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Write from the point of view of a stack of paper a few inches away from the shredder.

I am a stack of paper sitting a few inches away from a desctuctable paper shredder. I am not too scared because i am a stack of post-it notes. Who would want to shred a beautiful stack of post-it notes? I know i wouldn't.The person who writes down little blurbs on me rips off my layers faster than if he was pealing an union. Little parts of me are scattered around the room hanging on the wall, stuck to a computer screen, smooshed in between a book and crinkled up in the garbage. The only time i do get scared is when his four year old daughter comes into the office unsupervised. Its like her favorite past time to sneak away from who ever she is with and come to the office to watch her shred by big brother paper pile, Stack. I hear his faint cries for help but nothing can be done, as for i am a stack of post-its. I fear that one day my post-it width is going to look appealing to her and want to shred me like she does to Stack. The only problem is that Stack has it easy. There is about 500 layers of him and about 50 layers of me that are about 1/10th his size. Being smaller and less plentiful means that i am more vulnerable to this four year old tormentor.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

poem

this is going to sound like i am a little bit crazy
i am not that big of a people person
that may sound a little cliche but not too hazy
we've qall had that person go behind our backs
and i want to hit them with one giant wack
internally my ID and superego are mad
my ego on the other hand seems so happy and grand
a perfect example of sublimation
try to use your imagination.
you, my old friend, have found the almost impossible
and miniscule switch to turn my complete good moon
turn into a complete torrent, raging sea

Friday, March 4, 2011

You have just found out you are going to die. You are given all the money you could want. What would be your perfect day?

 You have just found out you are going to die. You are given all the money you could want. What would be your perfect day? My perfect day would start out with buying a Lamborghini with butterfly doors. I would turn all the highways into Autobahn so i could race to all my family scattered across Minnesota and tell them i love them and thank them for everything that they have done for me. Then i  wold get a private jet and fly down to Texas and bye to my best friend bye and her mom bye. Then after that i would buy a wooden barrel and hop on my jet to New York and then get in my barrel and go down Niagra falls. Hopefully by the end of that i wouldn't be dead already. IF i wasn't dead then i would fly to a City and Colour show because that man has the most beautiful voice my 18 year old ears have heard. If he wasn't playing a show i would get in contact of his manager and say it was urgent and pay them both $1,000,000. After his show i would get a tattoo of something badass on my back.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Villanelle

that song that speaks to me all so clearly
the words make my eyes not close
i hold on to the words pessimistically, almost dearly
a song singing about ends
memories are our only host
that song that speaks to me all so clearly
a song that says we all change and that it seems so weird,
one of the very last times could mean the most
i hold on to the words pessimistically, almost dearly
the words float like a ship in my ear
while sitting like an anchor in my chest
that song that speaks to me all so clearly
 I'll try my best not to forget,
everything that was the best
i hold on to the words pessimistically, almost dearly
I'm not totally sure what this line is supposed to be
that song that speaks to me all so clearly
i hold on to the words pessimistically, almost dearly

10 most important things/memories

1) eating dinner with christofer drew & wearing his sweatshirt
2) staying in physics
3) graduating and going to college
4) teaching myself how to do a backflip
5) managing to not get abducted
6) making varsity lacrosse
7) learning who my true friends are
8) seeing a cow get hit by lightning
9) taking pictures of a guy in a band from florida and then he used one of my pictures as a default! woo

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Etheree poem

At
night i
have vivid
dreams that seem so
real and true that during
the day i cant stay put.
My dreams blind my open eyes
because some of them are haunting
and some are empty and random dances.

how rediculous

How ridiculous i was as a Ninja Warrior. I jumped off a huge foam pit into a cold pit of foam. When i got out i was drenched. I smelled something like i just got out of a bubble bath though. It was great! After I got out of the big foam pit i acted all goofy and pretended like i was a foam monster. People we're looking at me like i actually was a foam monster. I walked over to a big dunk tank where it was 20 feet deep and 20 feet wide. I was relieved that i didn't have to be covered in foam anymore. I sat in the chair with not a single fright. My partner that i was competing with was very thorough with throwing balls at the target. After about 9 tries he hit it. That's when it hit me...not the water that hit me but an epiphany. I couldn't swim. i sank to the bottom and blacked out and began seeing octopi twisting and turning in my blacked out vision.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Name poem

Kaitlyn is kind
and boy crazy
intrinsic yet extroverted
taller compared to all of my friends
listener to some actually good music and none of this radio "lets go to the club" stuff
yearning to explore the world and to discover anything and everything
never taking no for an answer

resiliant to any rules or set boundarys
often intune with other people
sensible, down to earth, and in the right mind
extremely unable to sleep at night

if i could change the world....

One this is for sure is that if i was able to change the world i would convince everyone to become pacifists. Secondly, i would make everyone take one giant breath, relax and take a look around them and take a moment to let the world in. Another thing that i would change is that i would turn people into open-hearted, accepting and non-judgemental people. I think if people were more like that this would would be a lot more peaceful place. People are quick to form judgment about other people with out even getting to know them. Whats the point of that? What is the point of judging someone in the first place? A person who judges anyone in my eyes is a weak person. One other important thing i would change is land development. Personally, this has bugged me since 3rd grade. For some reason it makes me so angry seeing companies build pointless strip malls on land that have a nail salon, subway, an asain food store, and a tanning place where there pretty much the same strip mall across the street. Seriously, why waste a spot on this limited earth? I would make each state, country have a specific amount of land to set aside for wildlife/land protection.