Danny Pozo
Afternoon Delight
The grill was smoking, the sun was beaming, and the beers were flowing down their throats like the river banks into the Atlantic. Yeah, I’d say it was a pretty good spring afternoon. It had been raining the past week and a half, and many of the houses around the tri-state area had flooding. It was mid-March and my spring break had already begun. Sorry, I forgot to tell you my name is Will Allen and I go to Don Bosco Prep High School. Anyway, the night before me and a bunch of my friends had a party at our friend Lucien’s house. We had spent the night drinking, dancing, and uhhhh…. let me put it to you in PG terms, fraternizing with some girls.
I woke up at around 9am, I guess I had passed out because I was downstairs in the basement on his couch with all my clothes still on. I was woken up by the ringing of my phone. It was my mother who had called; I hate it when she calls! I’m not saying I hate her, but whenever a mother calls they always have bad news or a reminder of some sort that you wish you could just forget about.
“Will, where are you?” She had said to me.
“I’m at my friend’s house, I slept here last night. I was too tired to drive home.”
“Don’t you have class today?”
“No remember, I’m on spring break.” I told her in a bit of an annoyed manner. Oh, and by the way my voice was so “shot” and raspy from all the drinking and talking last night that it made this phone call even more unpleasant; I had to keep clearing my throat after every sentence.
“Oh. Well don’t forget you have the dentist at 2 o’clock.” She reminded me.
Son of a bitch I hate the dentist, all the day there is make you wait, hurt my teeth and gums, make me bleed, and give me lectures about oral hygiene. There’s nothing I hate more than getting lectured. I just nod my head in agreement, but in reality whatever they’re saying to me is going in one ear and right out the other. Like who needs flossing anyway?
“Mom, what the hell, it’s my spring break I don’t want to go to the dentist, call them and cancel”
“No, Will. If you don’t cancel within 24 hours they charge me 50 bucks.”
Well it’s not my money what do I care, I think to myself. “Fine, I’ll go, goodbye.”
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
sentencing Monday April 5
Angry, the neighbor refused to leave.
Happy as always, the child played in the park.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Happy as always, the child played in the park.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Monday, March 29, 2010
Dialouge
Abr. "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
Sam. "I do bite my thumb, sir. "
Abr." Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
Sam. "Is the law of our side, if I say ay?"
Gre. " No. Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. " Gre. "Do you quarrel, sir?"
Abr. Quarrel, sir! no, sir.
Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, sir. Gre. Say “better”: here comes one of my master’s kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
This passage is humorous in the way you can feel the tension building. I liked the little aside to Gregory asking about the law.
My own dialouge
“I can’t Babe you know that. In a couple of years I’ll have more money than you can imagine, I just got to work my way to the top.”
“I hate that lifestyle Billy, I have to worry every night what your doing or who your with. Do you know how hard it is to sleep when all your thinking about is the person you love being shot or arrested over something as stupid as drugs.”
“Well those stupid drugs paid for that gold necklace you have on right now did it not?” Billy was referring to the gold played necklace he had bought her for her birthday, it was shiny looking necklace, and Billy could see himself in the reflection of it. The necklace spelt out her name Maria in script, and Billy had put a little heart of the “I” in her name.
“I just want us to get out of here out of the ghetto; do you want our children to grow up here?” “Children, what children, I’m not having any children.” Billy said with a baffled face.
“O shut up, you know you want me to have your children.”
Billy smiling said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m never having kids ever!” “Whatever Billy you can be such an ass.”
“You know I’m jus joking, give me a kiss Babe.”
Sam. "I do bite my thumb, sir. "
Abr." Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
Sam. "Is the law of our side, if I say ay?"
Gre. " No. Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. " Gre. "Do you quarrel, sir?"
Abr. Quarrel, sir! no, sir.
Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, sir. Gre. Say “better”: here comes one of my master’s kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
This passage is humorous in the way you can feel the tension building. I liked the little aside to Gregory asking about the law.
My own dialouge
“I can’t Babe you know that. In a couple of years I’ll have more money than you can imagine, I just got to work my way to the top.”
“I hate that lifestyle Billy, I have to worry every night what your doing or who your with. Do you know how hard it is to sleep when all your thinking about is the person you love being shot or arrested over something as stupid as drugs.”
“Well those stupid drugs paid for that gold necklace you have on right now did it not?” Billy was referring to the gold played necklace he had bought her for her birthday, it was shiny looking necklace, and Billy could see himself in the reflection of it. The necklace spelt out her name Maria in script, and Billy had put a little heart of the “I” in her name.
“I just want us to get out of here out of the ghetto; do you want our children to grow up here?” “Children, what children, I’m not having any children.” Billy said with a baffled face.
“O shut up, you know you want me to have your children.”
Billy smiling said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m never having kids ever!” “Whatever Billy you can be such an ass.”
“You know I’m jus joking, give me a kiss Babe.”
@nd short story
“Dance with the Devil”By: Danny Pozo
Billy hid behind the green garbage bin, which had been filled with all the old burgers, fries and the rest of the rotten smelling trash. Billy wanted some extra cash on him, so he knew this would be the easiest way to come about it. He waited until the right car rolled up, it was still midday but around these parts crime was as common as a rain shower, then he noticed a young black man pulling up to the drive-thru menu in a new blue BMW 745. Billy had a little smirk on his face, “I got this fool.” Billy said to himself. He came out from behind the bin with a 22. Caliber in his hand, he crouched sneakily towards the passenger seat to not be seen by the driver. He gets up to the door and swings it open and closes it just as fast. “Give me all your fucking money or ill shoot the shit out of you!” The driver who must’ve been no older than 22 was in complete shock, not a peep came out of his mouth. “Did you hear me I said give me all your fucking money,” Billy said while holding the freshly polished silver gun in the young mans face. “Alright man don’t shoot, Ill give it to you.” The kid having his window down, had been overheard by the employee through the drive-thru speaker, she must have not been able to hear their conversation but was able to hear voices coming through. “Welcome to McDonalds can I take your order?” Billy saw this as another opportunity to have some more fun. “Get me a double burger with cheese.” “What?’ said the young man. “I said get me a freaking double burger with cheese, and I’m not joking.” “Can ummm I get a double burger.” “I said with cheese bitch.” “Sorry, I meant can I get a double burger with cheese.” “Ok sir drive up please.” They drive up to receive the food and after Billy received his food, he takes all of the young mans money. “I know where your from now, I saw your license if you tell anyone about this Ill find you and kill you.” Billy runs out the car and back home, but now about 400 dollars wealthier.
Billy hid behind the green garbage bin, which had been filled with all the old burgers, fries and the rest of the rotten smelling trash. Billy wanted some extra cash on him, so he knew this would be the easiest way to come about it. He waited until the right car rolled up, it was still midday but around these parts crime was as common as a rain shower, then he noticed a young black man pulling up to the drive-thru menu in a new blue BMW 745. Billy had a little smirk on his face, “I got this fool.” Billy said to himself. He came out from behind the bin with a 22. Caliber in his hand, he crouched sneakily towards the passenger seat to not be seen by the driver. He gets up to the door and swings it open and closes it just as fast. “Give me all your fucking money or ill shoot the shit out of you!” The driver who must’ve been no older than 22 was in complete shock, not a peep came out of his mouth. “Did you hear me I said give me all your fucking money,” Billy said while holding the freshly polished silver gun in the young mans face. “Alright man don’t shoot, Ill give it to you.” The kid having his window down, had been overheard by the employee through the drive-thru speaker, she must have not been able to hear their conversation but was able to hear voices coming through. “Welcome to McDonalds can I take your order?” Billy saw this as another opportunity to have some more fun. “Get me a double burger with cheese.” “What?’ said the young man. “I said get me a freaking double burger with cheese, and I’m not joking.” “Can ummm I get a double burger.” “I said with cheese bitch.” “Sorry, I meant can I get a double burger with cheese.” “Ok sir drive up please.” They drive up to receive the food and after Billy received his food, he takes all of the young mans money. “I know where your from now, I saw your license if you tell anyone about this Ill find you and kill you.” Billy runs out the car and back home, but now about 400 dollars wealthier.
Sentence Monday
1. Is it still raining? When did i move to seattle?
2. Why does everyone hate Mondays so much?
C. P. Snow- The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase; if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.
I agree with the above statement, because its so true. You can't go out and find happiness; it just comes to you when you least expect it. my friend once told me,"you might have had something that you really liked and you might feel like you'll never have anything as good again; don't worry becuase when you least expect it, you'll have something even better."
2. Why does everyone hate Mondays so much?
C. P. Snow- The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase; if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.
I agree with the above statement, because its so true. You can't go out and find happiness; it just comes to you when you least expect it. my friend once told me,"you might have had something that you really liked and you might feel like you'll never have anything as good again; don't worry becuase when you least expect it, you'll have something even better."
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
2 sentences
She's really funny, cute too..
Whats going on with New Jersey's ecnomy, and all the jobs being lost?
Whats going on with New Jersey's ecnomy, and all the jobs being lost?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Waiting story
20 Bucks by: Danny Pozo
“Where the hell is she? She always freaking takes forever to get here.” Sorry for the profanity, but I’ve been waiting for my girl for the past 25 minutes to get to my house and she only lives 2 minutes away. Why do girls always take forever? Were they born that way? We’re going to the movies in Paramus; I heard Shutter Island was really good. Actually, while I wait let me go ask my sister for 20 bucks. I hear her upstairs blow drying her hair; she’s probably getting ready to go out any request I make shell probably just succumb to so I get out of her hair. I make my way up the stairs. I don’t know what it is about these stairs but they always make a loud creaking sound when you go up and down them. The sounds echo even louder because I’m a little nervous to ask my sister about the money. She has a tendency to get annoyed fast and yell. UHHH! I see her in her room in front of the mirror with the blow-dryer and brush in each hand. The blow-dryer is blowing full force I don’t know how she can hear anything; the radio is not going to help my cause either; she has it blasting way above the recommended volume.
“Let me get 20 bucks,” I demand her. “What?” ‘Let me get 20 bucks, I’m going to the movies and I don’t have any cash on me plus I don’t feel like going to the ATM.” “Look in my purse and only take 20!” “Where’s your purse?” I ask with a little smile on the inside now, yes she gave in! “I don’t know Danny, look downstairs.’ I go downstairs by the stairs, in the living room, dining room, kitchen and nothing. Now I have to go back up again, shit! “Its not downstairs.” “What?” All the freaking noise in her room is muting all of my words, how wouldn’t it be? Her fucking dryer is going Mach 4 on her hair right now. “It’s not downstairs!” “Look in my car then.” I make my way out to her car at least I already have my shoes on. Fuck! The doors locked. I don’t want to go upstairs again now I’m getting annoyed. Her dryer is off; all I can hear is the music. Fuck that I’m going to scream from down here. “Where are your keys?” I shout at the top of my lungs, thank god I’m over my sore throat. She actually hears me. She creeps out the door and tosses them down. I click the little unlock button go in her car and find her bright red purse. What’s up with girls and having crazy purses; anyways, nice 20 bucks. I lock the door behind me and leave the keys by the stairs I’m sure she’ll find them there. Alright movie time bitches! “Fuck, where’s my girl?????!!!!!”
“Where the hell is she? She always freaking takes forever to get here.” Sorry for the profanity, but I’ve been waiting for my girl for the past 25 minutes to get to my house and she only lives 2 minutes away. Why do girls always take forever? Were they born that way? We’re going to the movies in Paramus; I heard Shutter Island was really good. Actually, while I wait let me go ask my sister for 20 bucks. I hear her upstairs blow drying her hair; she’s probably getting ready to go out any request I make shell probably just succumb to so I get out of her hair. I make my way up the stairs. I don’t know what it is about these stairs but they always make a loud creaking sound when you go up and down them. The sounds echo even louder because I’m a little nervous to ask my sister about the money. She has a tendency to get annoyed fast and yell. UHHH! I see her in her room in front of the mirror with the blow-dryer and brush in each hand. The blow-dryer is blowing full force I don’t know how she can hear anything; the radio is not going to help my cause either; she has it blasting way above the recommended volume.
“Let me get 20 bucks,” I demand her. “What?” ‘Let me get 20 bucks, I’m going to the movies and I don’t have any cash on me plus I don’t feel like going to the ATM.” “Look in my purse and only take 20!” “Where’s your purse?” I ask with a little smile on the inside now, yes she gave in! “I don’t know Danny, look downstairs.’ I go downstairs by the stairs, in the living room, dining room, kitchen and nothing. Now I have to go back up again, shit! “Its not downstairs.” “What?” All the freaking noise in her room is muting all of my words, how wouldn’t it be? Her fucking dryer is going Mach 4 on her hair right now. “It’s not downstairs!” “Look in my car then.” I make my way out to her car at least I already have my shoes on. Fuck! The doors locked. I don’t want to go upstairs again now I’m getting annoyed. Her dryer is off; all I can hear is the music. Fuck that I’m going to scream from down here. “Where are your keys?” I shout at the top of my lungs, thank god I’m over my sore throat. She actually hears me. She creeps out the door and tosses them down. I click the little unlock button go in her car and find her bright red purse. What’s up with girls and having crazy purses; anyways, nice 20 bucks. I lock the door behind me and leave the keys by the stairs I’m sure she’ll find them there. Alright movie time bitches! “Fuck, where’s my girl?????!!!!!”
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Sentencing monday
1. Cover charges should be illegal, they're ungoldy!
2. They treated her well, she had nice breats.
2. They treated her well, she had nice breats.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
5 stories
5 stories Id like to tell.
1. The drive up to Foxwoods this past weekend, it was an out of body experince.
2. Winning 300 dollars in 10 minutes this weekend.
3. Getting pulled over do 110 past a cop, somewhat intoxicated at 3am, while driving to McDonald's. I got away with it.
4. Giving the Heimlich to someone who was choking on a grape, we didn't know at the time.
5. Getting arrested in A.C. and getting beat up by cops and bouncers, but still talking shit in the process!
5 stories I told this weekend
1. How a girl I knew in summer school got coffee spilt on her white skirt, and her having to walk around the entire day with a coffee stained ass.
2. How i got kicked out of Pacha more than once
3. How I almost hooked up with a cougar in A.C. on the trip for my X's Birthday, i should've done it!
4. How we got kicked out of Bliss because my friends started a fight
5, How during that fight he got body slammed on his head by a guy on steroids.
1. The drive up to Foxwoods this past weekend, it was an out of body experince.
2. Winning 300 dollars in 10 minutes this weekend.
3. Getting pulled over do 110 past a cop, somewhat intoxicated at 3am, while driving to McDonald's. I got away with it.
4. Giving the Heimlich to someone who was choking on a grape, we didn't know at the time.
5. Getting arrested in A.C. and getting beat up by cops and bouncers, but still talking shit in the process!
5 stories I told this weekend
1. How a girl I knew in summer school got coffee spilt on her white skirt, and her having to walk around the entire day with a coffee stained ass.
2. How i got kicked out of Pacha more than once
3. How I almost hooked up with a cougar in A.C. on the trip for my X's Birthday, i should've done it!
4. How we got kicked out of Bliss because my friends started a fight
5, How during that fight he got body slammed on his head by a guy on steroids.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Sentences March 1st VP
Verb phrases
1. Sydney Crosby slapped the puck into the net.
2. Danny handed in the poem to his professor to grade.
1. Sydney Crosby slapped the puck into the net.
2. Danny handed in the poem to his professor to grade.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Prose poetry
I am not too familiar with prose poetry I haven't really heard it that often, so not much comes to my mind. Searching it I wasn't really able to get any good answers; besides prose can be translated as straight forward. Which confuses me because the ones i read had a lot of metaphors and symbols which isn't so straight forward. I also read that prose is more grammatically structured and uses punctuations and such; unlike poetry where you do not need. I don't know how i feel about prose simply because i don't fully understand what the differences truly are.
Here is one website i found with a bunch of prose
http://webdelsol.com/tpp/
Here is one website i found with a bunch of prose
http://webdelsol.com/tpp/
Sunday, February 21, 2010
3rd poem
Her hair isn't as br own as the earth. Li ps aren't as red as
a rose. Legs aren't as long as the Nile. Skin isn't as bronz
e as a goddess Stoma ch isn't as flat as the plains of Ecuado
r, it has more of a round shape like the hills of Ireland. V
irginity isn't one o f the Virgin Mothers ; hell it isn't even
like Madonna's. Eye s aren't as wide as a puppies, in honest
y one's lazier than a couch potato. Stil l, in no way shape o
r form would I chang e anything about her . Her imperfections
are perfect to me. F laws are invisible t o my heart, she smil
es them off with her pearly whites. A si ngle smirk that can
make any man crumble to his knees. When they do; they get a
perfect glance of he r apple bottom. Yet, her outside doesn't
compare to her in. A heart that can riv al one of a loving c
aring mother's. She bleeds generosity, s he speaks honesty. S
he loves uncondition ally, she cares undo ubtedly. Yes, I know
she may be imperfec t, but shes perfect for me.
-I saw this slice and dice activity on the link the professor gave us, so I used it for a poem I once wrote to a girl a while ago. You literally have
to read it left to right, some of the words are spilt up.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
2 sentences
"It's going to snow, why don't we go home?"
"Blogging is a process in itself."
I think you can be able to tell what I'm talking about in each setence. Your thoughts?
"Blogging is a process in itself."
I think you can be able to tell what I'm talking about in each setence. Your thoughts?
Fierce Feline form poem
Danny Pozo
Fierce Felines
The jungle hits the city, like a panther mauls a deer
Felines pounce and roar to let it be known clear
The streets are filled with ferocity and heat
This is their new habitat these sexy creatures owned this street
Roars of these doubled-legged cats give the village a vicious pounding beat!
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Flashes go off faster than dashing wildcats
Festival for beautiful long limbed lionesses and tigresses, no atrociousness
Visitors of the jungle amazed by the sight of such striking exquisiteness
They were to fierce for any one man to contain their ferociousness
For this poem i used a rhyme scheme of A,A, B,B,B 2nd verse C,C,D,D,D as you can see i tripled the rhyme schme for the 2nd rhyme of each stanza. Btw this poem isnt about cats, do you know what its about?
Fierce Felines
The jungle hits the city, like a panther mauls a deer
Felines pounce and roar to let it be known clear
The streets are filled with ferocity and heat
This is their new habitat these sexy creatures owned this street
Roars of these doubled-legged cats give the village a vicious pounding beat!
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Flashes go off faster than dashing wildcats
Festival for beautiful long limbed lionesses and tigresses, no atrociousness
Visitors of the jungle amazed by the sight of such striking exquisiteness
They were to fierce for any one man to contain their ferociousness
For this poem i used a rhyme scheme of A,A, B,B,B 2nd verse C,C,D,D,D as you can see i tripled the rhyme schme for the 2nd rhyme of each stanza. Btw this poem isnt about cats, do you know what its about?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
How i feel about poetry, Poet link
When I think of poetry. I think of 2 things; love and laughter. When I was younger I always wanted to do two things; I always wanted to make everyone around me laugh, and I always wanted to be with girls and fall in love. Till this day I'm still obsessed with making people laugh, and yes girls as well. I wouldn't be to sure about the falling in love thing as much anymore lol. You might be asking yourself what does that have to do with poetry. Well, that's easy I was always best at writing my thoughts on emotions down on paper and through words. Whether it be a love poem or a funny rhyme; either way I could always get the emotion I wanted out of people which was either laughing, crying, and/or both. I was always good at getting to peoples emotions through words and/or poems that I've written. Someone wise once told me, “the key to a girls heart is laughter.” That's my motto and I'm sticking to it.
http://www.internal.org/list_poems.phtml?authorID=7
This is a link to a bunch of Robert Frost poems. I honestly don't know to many poets, but i always liked his stuff.
http://www.internal.org/list_poems.phtml?authorID=7
This is a link to a bunch of Robert Frost poems. I honestly don't know to many poets, but i always liked his stuff.
Sentence 1. 1st sentence due, orginally put on paper
"I think, therefore I am." Rene Descartes
I like this sentence because it makes me think, it is such an obvious sentence, but at the same time it makes you ponder how we really do we exist. It is so simple that it's confusing. plus i heard it on a cartoon once.
Mine, "I immediately regret this deciscion." Pretty much we've all been in that situation whatever that situation was.
*note this was the 1st sentence due, but I never put it up on my blog after handing it in.
I like this sentence because it makes me think, it is such an obvious sentence, but at the same time it makes you ponder how we really do we exist. It is so simple that it's confusing. plus i heard it on a cartoon once.
Mine, "I immediately regret this deciscion." Pretty much we've all been in that situation whatever that situation was.
*note this was the 1st sentence due, but I never put it up on my blog after handing it in.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Ode to be Workshopped
Danny Pozo
Creative Writing
Ode to My Blanket
My blanket has special powers once the sun goes down.
In the night my blanket originates an invisible force field.
My blanket becomes fighter of all unworldly creatures
and beasts from the deep pits of hell.
Protector of my well-being,
security of all ghouls and goblins from horror films alike,
like a doorman with a guest-list,
unwanted parties may not attend.
No amount of money can compromise my blanket from allowing demons of the night to come to this party.
Like a lioness protecting her cubs,
my blanket fights off all predators that stalk me waiting for the moment to strike.
My blanket is at a moment’s notice to defend my life.
Chucky, Freddy Kruger, Jason, Michael Meyers.
My blanket laughs in the faces of these villains and even dares them to try and come near my now frightened and cringed body.
With the uppermost confidence my blanket knows they haven't a chance.
“Remain in the screen!” My blanket yelps,
“This boy shall not be harmed while under me.”
It hugs me as I lay softly and comfortably,
putting me to sleep.
Keeping an eye out for the unwanted.
I make sure all my limbs stay inside my blankets borders.
Who knows?
A hanging limb off my bed might lead to my demise.
A creature of the night may grab it,
and take me beneath my bed where my blanket cannot save me
Yes, my blanket has special powers at night,
powers given by the Gods of the Heavens,
but when I awaken from my slumber;
my blanket, well it’s just that a blanket.
Nothing but wool and cotton. I fold her up and put her away.
“I’ll see you tonight, my life depends on it.”
Creative Writing
Ode to My Blanket
My blanket has special powers once the sun goes down.
In the night my blanket originates an invisible force field.
My blanket becomes fighter of all unworldly creatures
and beasts from the deep pits of hell.
Protector of my well-being,
security of all ghouls and goblins from horror films alike,
like a doorman with a guest-list,
unwanted parties may not attend.
No amount of money can compromise my blanket from allowing demons of the night to come to this party.
Like a lioness protecting her cubs,
my blanket fights off all predators that stalk me waiting for the moment to strike.
My blanket is at a moment’s notice to defend my life.
Chucky, Freddy Kruger, Jason, Michael Meyers.
My blanket laughs in the faces of these villains and even dares them to try and come near my now frightened and cringed body.
With the uppermost confidence my blanket knows they haven't a chance.
“Remain in the screen!” My blanket yelps,
“This boy shall not be harmed while under me.”
It hugs me as I lay softly and comfortably,
putting me to sleep.
Keeping an eye out for the unwanted.
I make sure all my limbs stay inside my blankets borders.
Who knows?
A hanging limb off my bed might lead to my demise.
A creature of the night may grab it,
and take me beneath my bed where my blanket cannot save me
Yes, my blanket has special powers at night,
powers given by the Gods of the Heavens,
but when I awaken from my slumber;
my blanket, well it’s just that a blanket.
Nothing but wool and cotton. I fold her up and put her away.
“I’ll see you tonight, my life depends on it.”
Friday, February 5, 2010
Sentence 2
Don't let school interfere with your education. Mark Twain. I love this sometimes school makes us conform to much, and +I think a lot of the things we learn in school we never use i.e. anything in math besides basic math and algebra. Pretty sure I'm never gonna have to us Pi ever again, or the Pythagorean theorem!!!
My sentence, "Milk was a Bad Choice"
My sentence, "Milk was a Bad Choice"
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Poetry link
http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/
This is a poetry website i found while browsing. I like that you are able to lesve feedback on each poem, and that the site deosnt have a set theme, you can write about anything
This is a poetry website i found while browsing. I like that you are able to lesve feedback on each poem, and that the site deosnt have a set theme, you can write about anything
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Eng 332 1st Blog favortie Sentence
"Men will treat you the way you let them. There is no such thing as 'deserving' respect; you get what you demand from people."
This is from the book I'm currently reeading for fun "I Hope they serve beer in hell." Its about a alcholic party type ladies man who tells funny sex and drinking stories. The girl Im dating bought it for me, ironic. I read this sentence and it just caught my attention. i couldnt agree with it more, the way girls carry yourthemselves especially in respects to guys, is how they will be preceived and treated. Many girl have a false mindset that they should be treated like a lady even if they don't act like one.
This is from the book I'm currently reeading for fun "I Hope they serve beer in hell." Its about a alcholic party type ladies man who tells funny sex and drinking stories. The girl Im dating bought it for me, ironic. I read this sentence and it just caught my attention. i couldnt agree with it more, the way girls carry yourthemselves especially in respects to guys, is how they will be preceived and treated. Many girl have a false mindset that they should be treated like a lady even if they don't act like one.
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