1. Happiness is the warm fuzzy feeling deep inside filled with smiles and rainbows.
2. My friends, hands down. They are everything to me, they are what defines me. With them I'm comfortable with anything, seriously I highly doubt there is anything that could embarrass me in front of them. Having people to joke, and people to rely on, I believe that's what brings me happiness.
3.
Will
Joey
Nick
Sophia
Jamye
Jamie
Amanda
Kyle
Dylan
Virginia
Christina
Jon
Michon
Walter
Chris
Ben
Recently Added:
Claire
That's just a short list of people who have ALWAYS been there for me, and I know always will. I've realized this recently, that going away to college no longer scares me because i know I could never lose these people, no matter how hard I tried.
4. I'd have to say the same people listed above, I make them smile as much as they make me. It's just one big mutual family
5. Aside form the basic body essentials; food, shelter sleep and water, I'd have to say it is happiness, no human can survive a life with no happiness, it's not possible. The human brain becomes sick without happiness, which will later makes the physical body ill, and will shorten life span dramatically, it's impossible to live life without happiness.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
#7
1. The short stories, by far. They are almost completely open assignments so we can write about whatever. I feel that the short stories are also the best so far that test our actual abilities as writers, the prompts just get us thinking, and well poetry is just poetry, short stories were actually able to write something worth reading.
2. I think the newest short story, my creepy one, A Smile Worth a Thousand Screams. I feel like it's well written and it's a piece I actually enjoy.
3. I need allot of quiet, I'm distracted VERY easily. If I get at least something to start I'm able to go off the idea fairly well. I also found I tend to over think my writing allot, I compare my own pieces to those of others and just never seem satisfied with my outcome.
4. I'm fine with whatever I guess. I'd definitely would like to continue these open topic short stories.
2. I think the newest short story, my creepy one, A Smile Worth a Thousand Screams. I feel like it's well written and it's a piece I actually enjoy.
3. I need allot of quiet, I'm distracted VERY easily. If I get at least something to start I'm able to go off the idea fairly well. I also found I tend to over think my writing allot, I compare my own pieces to those of others and just never seem satisfied with my outcome.
4. I'm fine with whatever I guess. I'd definitely would like to continue these open topic short stories.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Journal Assignment #6
1. I LOVE FEAR, I know I might sound a little sadistic there, but it's true. I live to be afraid. It gives me a little rush of adrenaline. I thrive on being afraid and scarring other people. I have perfected the art of silent walking to sneak up on people when I want to. But I'm also a huge fan of horror movies, they are my favorites.
2.I'm not easily easily frightened though, it kinda sucks, but I can be a little jumpy. If there is a loud noise randomly in a quiet calm environment I'm going to jump, I love the unexpected. The only thing that TRULY scares me is the thought of losing my friends and family, without them I am nothing. There is plenty in this world that is horrific, I'm not one to deny these things but I'm defiantly one to try and ignore them. War, genocide, famine, disease, our president, all these are things horrific in this world of ours, I just try not to think about it, I'm more optimistic.
3. Well killing one's cats is DEFIANTLY up there, but I would say true madness is when someone justifies a horrible crime like murder in their own head.
4. Aside from a few diseases, the best answer I could think of would be a great loss. Losing something/someone of imense personal value.
2.I'm not easily easily frightened though, it kinda sucks, but I can be a little jumpy. If there is a loud noise randomly in a quiet calm environment I'm going to jump, I love the unexpected. The only thing that TRULY scares me is the thought of losing my friends and family, without them I am nothing. There is plenty in this world that is horrific, I'm not one to deny these things but I'm defiantly one to try and ignore them. War, genocide, famine, disease, our president, all these are things horrific in this world of ours, I just try not to think about it, I'm more optimistic.
3. Well killing one's cats is DEFIANTLY up there, but I would say true madness is when someone justifies a horrible crime like murder in their own head.
4. Aside from a few diseases, the best answer I could think of would be a great loss. Losing something/someone of imense personal value.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Journal entry # 4
part 1.
b. She has trtaits people can relate too. I don't care who you bring to me they will care about their appearance in some shape way or form. And from that first paragraph there is something EVRYONE can relate to, though some more then others it's still intresting to read about someone who has become what they have become because of the vanity of their mother.
c. I think the biggest one is how vulnerable girls make themselves. They are so judgemental to themselves and their friends that often they break down and have no more self confidence left to continue. They start making rash decisions in order to feel a little bit of love, in this case, Connie decides to get into the (VERY CREEPY) guys car just for a small sense of appretiation and love she thought she could get. Another problem is often the pressure a mother might put on their daughter, to look pretty but not be fake, to get work done and all that kind of stuff.
e. I think she sleeps with him. After that its hard to know, but I think that she sleeps with him and likely finds and unfufilling and abusive relationship with him that goes on for god knows how long...
part 2
I think the most import pieces are characterization and plot. With so little space to work with in a short story you need to get a strong character and a detailed plot accross, not only to get readers intrested but to give them something to relate to. Without putting alot of detail into either of those a short story is sure to fail.
b. She has trtaits people can relate too. I don't care who you bring to me they will care about their appearance in some shape way or form. And from that first paragraph there is something EVRYONE can relate to, though some more then others it's still intresting to read about someone who has become what they have become because of the vanity of their mother.
c. I think the biggest one is how vulnerable girls make themselves. They are so judgemental to themselves and their friends that often they break down and have no more self confidence left to continue. They start making rash decisions in order to feel a little bit of love, in this case, Connie decides to get into the (VERY CREEPY) guys car just for a small sense of appretiation and love she thought she could get. Another problem is often the pressure a mother might put on their daughter, to look pretty but not be fake, to get work done and all that kind of stuff.
e. I think she sleeps with him. After that its hard to know, but I think that she sleeps with him and likely finds and unfufilling and abusive relationship with him that goes on for god knows how long...
part 2
I think the most import pieces are characterization and plot. With so little space to work with in a short story you need to get a strong character and a detailed plot accross, not only to get readers intrested but to give them something to relate to. Without putting alot of detail into either of those a short story is sure to fail.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Assignment number TWOOOOOOOO!!!
Part 1: Prompt, question 1
A time when i was supprised I liked a book was 9th grade, To Kill a Mockingbird. This book was possibly the first book that I enjoyed that was a school assignment. I was able to take a life lesson from this book on equality and morals. To Kill a Mockingbird, is one of those books that change people's lives, and I know for a fact, it helped change mine.
A time when i was supprised I liked a book was 9th grade, To Kill a Mockingbird. This book was possibly the first book that I enjoyed that was a school assignment. I was able to take a life lesson from this book on equality and morals. To Kill a Mockingbird, is one of those books that change people's lives, and I know for a fact, it helped change mine.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Autobiography
My names Tyler, and this is my creative writting blog. I work at a bakery and currentlybeing trained in as a manager. I've kinda given up keeping a straight schedual for sports so i just work out on my own time. Back when I used to kickbox, wrestle and swim, but now I'll lift weights run or take acasual swim when I feel like it, I'm lazy like that. Favorite shows are LOST, Rescue Me, and South Park, and I'm just starting out on 24, we'll see how it goes. Favorite movies is way too hard for me to decide, I usually just end up going with the movies I've seen recently, right now I'd probably say SuperBad. Favorite music is hard too, my second favorite song is One, by Metallica, and I always keep my number one spot open for whatever good music is out at the time, right now it's The Pretender by the Foo Fighters. I'm not a huge reader so I have no favorite author, a good book is a good book that's all I need to beleive. In the next 4 months I don't know what I'm going to be doing, probably wishing school was out. Anything else, just ask me.
A piece of my writting:
Times pulling,
Pulling hard.
Takes me Forward,
gaining speed.
People passing,
left and right,
faces silent.
Approaching places,
left behind,
forgotten with the pass of Time.
It's grasp settles,
I'm slowing down.
Now I'm left lying down,
People surrounding
so familiar,
Our gaze's meet,
My breath is shallow
Theres a pause,
Time has stopped,
and enters an old friend of mine,
The Reaper.
A piece of my writting:
Times pulling,
Pulling hard.
Takes me Forward,
gaining speed.
People passing,
left and right,
faces silent.
Approaching places,
left behind,
forgotten with the pass of Time.
It's grasp settles,
I'm slowing down.
Now I'm left lying down,
People surrounding
so familiar,
Our gaze's meet,
My breath is shallow
Theres a pause,
Time has stopped,
and enters an old friend of mine,
The Reaper.
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