Ode to Scrooge

Christmas oh christmas
How I once loved thee
You're were full of giving and glee
But then one year the light socket rusted
The cord sparked and the tree combusted

My stocking was hung by the chimmey with care
But really there was no point in it being there
The amont of coal that was put in my stocking
Was disappointing and some what shocking

I was so angry I shot it down the plumbing
To be honest I might have deserved what was coming
The pipes burst and flooded the house
The water killed my pet mouse

Finally to top off a horrible day
The last candy cane fell on the floor
With no time left to run to the store
Mmmmm lint incrusted mint

But what's most disappointing of all
Was the grinch who stole christmas dvd froze when his heart was still two sizes too small.
Bah hum bug!

Sports in my life

Sports in my life....
Well I would have to say that sports have been prevalent my entire life. More so when I was younger than now, but never the less still apparent. Growing up with twenty plus cousins, who are mostly all boys played a huge part in the influence of sports. Its pretty much the reason why I enjoy them. They all live in the suburbs so they all pretty much played soccer, when I was little I would play with them and I eventually was sucked into joining a team, but I'm not a big fan of running so I quit in second grade. Not only did I play soccer, but I played baseball when I was younger as well. (I was the cutest little right fielder ever) I stopped playing that a little after I stopped soccer. I can't remember why, but I think I was really into ballet or tap lessons or something at that time.
I became interested in other things for awhile such as piano lessons. When I was older I played volleyball for a little, but that didn't last because I became focused on other activities such as art. I realize I really enjoy playing sports, but recreationally. Sports are a big part of my life because they are a bonding tool with my family. I'm really close with my dad because I watch and attend sporting events with him. Its how I've always spent time with him. Whenever my cousins and I get together there is always something dealing with sports, whether its playing them or watching football games together. Sports are still a big part in my life. Its always going to be a common ground with my family and I. The end.

Thankful for a classmate

Well, I would have to say I am most thankful for Hammy and Nikki the most. I can count on these two for pretty much anything, and they've been there for me since freshie year.

I'm thankful that Nikki is so very blunt and honest about a lot of stuff, she's been keeping me grounded for four years. Also, we have had some pretty great adventures, and I'm thankful for those memories. Last, but certainly not least, her bottomless stomach deserves some appreciation. I can not tell you how many times she has saved me from wasting food. What more could you ask for in a friend?

Hannah - I'm sorry - Hammy, has been a wonderful literature buddy (our third lit class together). But that's not why I'm thankful for her. We've had some rough patches together but she's always been there when I needed her the most. Whether it be to help make sense of my life, to make fun of me, or to tolerate the boys I date, Ham has always been a true friend and I'm very thankful for that.

Open letter to Cormac McCarthy

By the way, I misread the topic for the blog when this was due and accidentally wrote you a letter instead mr. Mccarthy, which is why the blog is late.

Dr. Mr. Cormac Mccarthy,

Your book, the road, made me depressed. I mean don't get me wrong, I thought the subject matter of your book was very thought provoking. But at the same time, I found my self feeling a bit gloomy when I read it. Also, I became confused a lot because you chose not to include quotation marks. Don't worry; I get it, the whole writting the book in a style that compliments the tone of the story thing. That was actually kind of cool now that I think about it.

If I were to describe the tone of the book with a color, I would choose grey. When I was imagining it in my head I saw a lot of grey. I think that color tells a lot about the book, its sort of ambiguous. I suppose you could look at the book as being a reminder of hope, or criticizing the very principal of it. Representing both Optimism and pesimism, the color grey does wonders in describing this book.

P.s. Even though I think of your book as depressing, I actually really liked reading it, the story was intriguing. Kudos.

Dinosauria, We

I feel like there is rarely something that I see that makes me sit and think about the magnitude of certain things going on in todays world. The poem “Dinosauria, We” paints the picture of what our world is and will become if these “things” continue to happen. Charles Bukowski brought up many problems within todays society; for example, at one point in the poem he says

“Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty”

There is absolutely no possible way to look at those words and claim them as lies in today’s society. These specific examples illustrate the ways in which we have made “solutions” into growing problems. The more I read this poem the more convinced I am that he is talking about how we as a race cannot live without ruining what we have. That we are the keys to our own destruction. What killed the dinosaurs, won’t kill us. He also addresses the fact that we look for something or someone to blame all our troubles on. When what we find doesn’t fulfill the ache or pain inside us, we search for something artificial that will temporarily relieve us from our problems. Once again showing that our solutions are not really solutions at all.

“The Fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach towards an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder”

The society we live in is constantly evolving and becoming more and more sophisticated -which- is going to eventually bring about the apocalypse. The idea of sophistication will not matter in the end, Bukowski mentions “As the supermarket bag boy hold a college degree” and “And the Banks will burn, Money will be useless” bringing about the question how much value do the things we strive for mean when there is nothing? After reading this, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this happened.

P.S. I really liked this poem.

Father-Son, Father-Daughter, Mother-Son, Mother-Daughter

First two thoughts that come to mind are “daddy’s girl” and “momma’s boy”. the two extremes that initially distinguish the difference between genders in a family. I can honestly say that i fit the definition of a daddy’s girl pretty well, but i have to wonder how my relationship with my father might be if i were a boy. The father daughter relationship tends to generally be a protective and doting one. I know from personal experience that in my case this is completely true. I will always be thought of as my dad’s “little girl” no matter how old I get. It seems to me that the daughter is always treated more special or favored by the father and the son is always doted on more by the mother. Momma’s boys sharing the same sort of complex daddy’s girls have with their father. However, I feel that i have a closer bond with my mother just because she goes through or has gone through the same things i will or have and its easier to relate to her. I also think of my mom as more of a role model than i do my father. Because i don’t have any brothers and I’m not a boy, I can only speculate that the relationship between a father and his son is like the one I have with my mom. I cant say all father-son, father-daughter, mother-son, mother-daughter relationships are exactly how i described them, but i think a lot of them consist of the same characteristics.

God in 2010

In this day in age I feel god plays a less important role in the lives of many people. It might be the fact that I was raises catholic and as soon as I had my confirmation I haven't gone to church since that could promote me into thinking there is less of an impact of god. I believe my own personal experience with religion as persuaded me into thinking that god isn't as important as it was when I was little.

Even though I know there are still very many people who are very serious about their faith and treat it with the utmost importance. For example, my grandmother. She is still very much involved with her church and beliefs. I commend and admire her for this, but I have to say I rarely see strong examples like her in today's younger generations. Media generally tends not to focus on religion due to the fact it could be potentially offensive. Public schools -which I have attended all my life- cannot teach religion because it would be considered uncostituional. Even at award ceremonies I have seen less of a persuasion of god. Years ago I can remember everyone getting up on the stage and wanting to thank god as soon as they could. That idea has seemed to fade a little in our society.

As a modern day teenager I must admit the idea of god isn't really on my list of high priorities. I take what life gives me and work through what I need to with out the thought of god entering my mind. Perhaps this will change as I grow older and I devolope different mind sets, but for me right now god isn't really present in my life.