Glamour
As I walked in to my closet I started to think. “Do I really want to go to the event tonight? Really is it so important that I show up?” I picked out my red open toe Jimmy Coho shoes, they sparkled, those 4 inch high killers I loved so much. As I turned around, there it was the stunning dress that I would be wearing tonight, the dress I would be eager to rip off when I get home.
I looked in my jewelry box, what piece should I wear? My fiancé bought me an overly diamond encrusted necklace with my name, ‘Angel’, and begged for me to wear it. I thought it was just too much, but he explained it was what everyone had, in his mind. So I gave up and put the heavy thing on.
I looked in the mirror one last time. My hair red and long, was curled, I refuse to go blonde like the other housewives. The dress fit perfect, my body isn’t paid for like everyone else in this city. My glittery eyes lids and thick eye lashes made my eyes pop. I thought to myself “everyone will be jealous.”
My fiancé Robert was dressed in a casual Armani black suit. Image is everything in this city, so I looked at him, just to make sure he looked perfect.
“Angel you look stunning and with you by my side I could wear rags and still look like a million bucks.” He said in his sly voice.
“Yes but” I started.
“Yes but nothing we are going to be late.” He cut me off, I hated it when he did that.
Robby, the man of my dreams, is the owner of a huge company, 40 years old, faded brown hair, nice build, financially stable, and not to mention with a hot 24 year old fiancé at his side. Yes I am engaged to a man 16 years older than me, I could hear all the whispers already “She’s a gold digger,” “she doesn’t love him,” “is that his daughter?” For the past year that is all I have heard, every time we go out, always some sort of jealous Botox injected old hag judging our relationship. I keep my cool, all the time, I’m not some stupid girl he met at a bar. I stay quiet and smile; there was no point in arguing with the plastic bimbos.
“My lovely Angel lets go are you ready?”
“Yes, Robby just let me grab a purse.”
I’m not going to lie I was not attracted to him at first. I met him in my parents’ local restaurant, I was a waitress at the time. He tried to attract my attention every time he stepped foot into the restaurant. He tried for almost two years, two years going to the same restaurant, twice a week. I thought it was sweet, but someone else had the key too my heart, and I was too stubborn to give in.
Until one day that changed my whole life. I was having a very bad day, I had caught the one, who I thought was the love of my life, cheating on me with an older woman. He left me for a lady older than me! He tried to explain that once she dies he’ll have all her money and give it to me. I am not that kind of person, to believe a cheap excuse to sleep with someone else, so I left him.
Robert walked in the day after, he noticed I wasn’t in the best of moods. I didn’t do my makeup, or my hair, I was snappy with all my clients. I knew Robert was going to try and work his charm, but I wasn’t going to have any of it. I made my mother, who had become friends with Robby, serve his table. I hated the world that day.
At the end of my shift, my mom came up to me and handed a note. She told me she found it at the bar, it was address to me. It read “Meet me at Central park, by the tennis courts, next to the reservoir.” I was dumbfounded, who could have left this note. So I went, and to my surprise, Robert was waiting there, it was then I knew I should give him that chance….
As we walked up to the door I could hear the chit chat already. The entrance was beautiful. White drapes as you walk in, beautiful white flowers, in French vases. Gold ropes circled around the pillars, I designed it all. In the dining room, tables were covered with gold table clothes, and red table centers held white candles burning slightly.
Here we go again.
“Hi! Robert!” Said the old lady who badly wanted him.
“Hello Angel.” She said to me as she turned around and walked away.
“Babe why is she so rude? She just looks at me up and down with no shame!” I complained.
“It’s ok love who cares” he responded.
He was always ok. He was the happy type never let anything get to him. I could learn that from him. So the smile stays on my face, and we continue to walk in.
“O you look gorgeous!” Robert’s friend said stunned to me.
“Hey Matt calm down! She’s mine” Robert said.
Gosh they’re such kids. They continued to talk, as I walked away in search of drinks. It was going to be a long night. And I was not looking forward to the rest of the women who were going to show up. I told Robert they’ll be lucky if I don’t throw a glass at them, maybe I will. See here in The Hamptons, I’m the outsider “The Gold digger” is what I always overhear. I don’t know them by name, I met them once at another event Robert was hosting. I heard that’s what they called me and never cared to know of them.
I call them The Bitches. They are in their 40s, Robert’s friend’s wives. All snotty women injected with collagen and Botox. Seriously, they needed to get a life and stop knocking on me.
“Hi Angel.” One over the older ladies greeted me with a hug and a fake smile.
“Well hello, how is the nose?” I smiled, remembering a few months ago, I slammed a tennis ball in her face, while playing tennis. She walked away.
“Hey beautiful” Robert whispered into my ear. “I’m about to start my speech, but Mark and his wife Elaine are here lets go say hi remember them?’
“Not really” I said sarcastically rolling my eyes.
I knew them, of course I did, but Robby didn’t know that. Mark, the cheating son of a bitch. What a small world my life turned out to be. As I started to date Robert, he started to take me to places I’d never been to. Family vacations at St. Bart’s, weekend getaways in The Hamptons, beautiful places I’d only dream of. Once beautiful places that were ruined with the sight of Mark. Yes, that’s him, the lying trust fund baby, Robert’s best friend’s son, dating a woman older than me.
I’m not going to deny it, of course I’m jealous. I was with him for over 5 years. There are no feelings towards him, but I wouldn’t mind sticking a rusty nail through his eye. But with the sight of Robert’s wonderful smile, I forget that all happened, and feel a sort of humble feeling rush through my body.
He is such a sweet man..
“Well I’m sure you’ll recognize him.”
And of course I did, I could not stand Mark’s wife, she was short, and always wears dresses 3 sizes too small, and 10 times too long. She had buck teeth and saggy skin, no amount of plastic or Botox could help her look younger. She looks like a meth addict and I wouldn’t doubt it. She was only 30 and looked like a cracked out 40 year old. And she was the queen of bitches. Here attitude was always so mean, and cruel. She talked down to me.
“Hey Rob” Mark said. “How’s it going? Ready for your big night?”
“Yeah man ready to announce our engagement, can’t wait to hear the reactions. Hi Elaine.”
What I could never understand though, in the past two years was why Mark never said anything. Although he has written me secret love letters, he has seemed very happy for me and my Rob.
“Hello Robert.” She said touching his chin as she looked at me, than stared into my fiancé’s eyes. “How are you doing? Miss me much?” As she said this I looked at Mark, and Robert, who both looked at me in complete confusion.
I crossed my arms as she looked at me.
“Hello you ugly whore.” She said to me. Wow I thought, she’s asking for trouble. I imagined myself, pushing her, ripping her hair out, punching her in complete anger, not for calling me an ugly whore. But why the hell was she touching, MY fiancé, she had already stole Mark from me two years prior. What the hell does she want now! But I wasn’t one to start a scene, not one to ruin my love’s reputation. So I ignored her, and carefully spiked her red bull and vodka with dirty water.
After that I kept my eye on her, and was at Robert’s side the whole time. About an hour later Mark pulled me to the side.
“Angel, what are you doing??” He told me in some sort of panic voice. “You're making it obvious!”
“Making what obvious?” I replied so uncaringly, I was already on my fourth apple-tini.
“My plan Angel, remember I told you love.” That’s it, that’s when I knew I would have my revenge now. Yes I did remember, I remembered it clearly. Suddenly, it was like I hadn’t drank at all that night. I was relaxed, yet very thoughtful, I asked him to hold a second.
“Wait Mark let me make sure Rob and Elaine aren’t around.” I walked around as if I was looking for both, at the same time I texted my only friend at the party, the gay MC who was currently talking to another housewives’ husband…was he gay too? Wait never mind that I told myself. In a half drunken text of urgency, unsure of what the outcome would be I texted him: “Charlie I’m gonna call u rite now, go to the mic and put the fone to it” it read.
He looked at me and winked, I watched him walk to the stage..With I’m almost sure was his new boyfriend now. I walked back over to Mark, and pulled him outside into the patio and closed the door, no speakers around.
“Ok so what were you saying?” I asked while calling Charlie.
“Ok my love I love you and only you. Why are you marring that old man? I told you two years ago love, let me get the money out of that old hag. But your ruining it, she is so bitter to see her ex-husband with you she’s wasting away with the cocaine. I need to marry her before I taint that white shirt with meth.” He started to explain to me.
In a drunken dizzy slur I told him.. “Mark, me and you are through, I love Robert now, we’re getting marri-“
In an instant a drunken Elaine broke through the patio door.
“You lil shit!” She exclaimed, heading towards Mark. She started to beat the living day out of him. I sat on the bench and watched, it was all a blur, and all I saw was red. Robert came out and pulled me away…
2 days later, or was it?
As I wake up, in a daze, I see people around me; parents, my parents, my brothers and Mark.
“What is going on? Where am I?” Everything started to come back to focus. Mark was in holding my hand. I was in a bed, in a white room, with tubes here and there, what was going on, where was my Robby.
“Angel.” Mark said softly. “Your awake, you’re finally awake.”
“Wh- what’s going on??” I asked.
“You don’t remember my sweet Angel? We were in a car accident a week ago; a crazed, drunk old lady was speeding in a car with her ex-husband, and hit us. They both died a few days ago.
Thankfully you’re back and awake now.”
Was this all a dream?
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
"Through Chaos Come Love"
the pic Ive chosen is one of my own. I drew this picture for my boyfriend. I know it looks just like a silly comic book drawing, but it has a meaning to it. Although you cant see the whole thing but the background has cars flying and tires, hence the chaos, and the delicacy of the flower in the front. Which brings my to the title "Through Chaos Comes Love"
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Where Im From
I’m from on top of the hilltop from my nanas house
Where I ran freely in between the tall plants
My second home where I would always hear “La Karinita”
When I would walk through the front door
From the noisy city anticipating when I would go back to the humble lil town.
I am from under the plains which pass day and night
And next to the railroad track where you hear the whistle at two in the morning
I am from the family that once consisted of all girls
Which is now filled with little boys
From playing in the street till late night
To making sure the kids don’t leave the yard
I am from the home I grew up in that had so many faces
From the hard times to the great times
And many more to come
I am from the family that made me who I am today
Where I ran freely in between the tall plants
My second home where I would always hear “La Karinita”
When I would walk through the front door
From the noisy city anticipating when I would go back to the humble lil town.
I am from under the plains which pass day and night
And next to the railroad track where you hear the whistle at two in the morning
I am from the family that once consisted of all girls
Which is now filled with little boys
From playing in the street till late night
To making sure the kids don’t leave the yard
I am from the home I grew up in that had so many faces
From the hard times to the great times
And many more to come
I am from the family that made me who I am today
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Blogs I thought were interesting
So I Pick Dara Allen's Blog http://nekochan101.blogspot.com/
I picked it because I accually knew what Final Fantasy was, and could relate with her about hair color, because I change mine all the time.
I also liked Christine Lee's Blog http://moosiescafe.blogspot.com/
I read her Letter she was very open in it, it was also interesting. I also liked the ending because it reminded me of all the cheerful starbucks people out there who are probably just faking.
I picked it because I accually knew what Final Fantasy was, and could relate with her about hair color, because I change mine all the time.
I also liked Christine Lee's Blog http://moosiescafe.blogspot.com/
I read her Letter she was very open in it, it was also interesting. I also liked the ending because it reminded me of all the cheerful starbucks people out there who are probably just faking.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
“How to Tell a True War Story”
As Michelle walks into her door on a nice summer afternoon, the breeze blowing very lightly, she hears a voice.
“Ms?”
“Ms. Lemon”
She turns around to see the mailman approaching.
“I have a letter for you Ms.” He continues to say.
As she reaches out her hand another calming breeze blew, her long brown hair whisks up, her bright green eyes blink, she feels a tug at her lavender dress. Before taking the note she turns around to pick up her three year old niece, whom she was taking care of.
A sweet little girl she was, short, with dark brown curly hair, eyes as blue as the sky, and a polka-a-dot red dress. An ambitious little three year old just like her father.
After picking up the little girl, Michelle gives out her hand again to take the letter. It was a brown rough letter, as though it had been through a hard time in the mail. A little torn and some water spots.
“Thank you” She says with a puzzled look on her face.
She puts the little girl down.
“Katie” She says with a soft tone, as the little girl grabs for a picture of her dad on a shelf to high for her. Michelle puts the letter down on a pile of papers, as she found is unusual to receive a letter that she had not in over 2 years. Oblivious to what is said: “US Army Private Kiely on behalf of Curt Lemon”
She picks out the picture of a man in an army suit, and kneels down to little Katie.
“Here you go Katie a picture of daddy.”
The little girl says nothing but her eyes start to water up.
“He’ll be home soon baby” Michelle says.
“A few more weeks and daddy will be here.”
Katie ran off, as Michelle starts to tear up herself. She misses her brother Curt. Only 20 and given the responsibility of a lifetime. When she was 18 Curt asked his little sister to care for baby Katie, who was only one at the time. The baby know her daddy very well, Michelle showed her his picture every single day.
She was glad that her brother would be coming home from his 2 years. She was anticipating it. She would finally be able to go to college after graduating from high school two years prior. Michelle sat down on the brown sofa took out a torn picture of her brother, which was once whole with his girlfriend who abandoned Curt and Katie right after she was born.
Finally the days passed, it was the day for her brother to come home. Michelle wanted to surprise Katie. She dressed her up in a bright pink dress with little white shoes. Katie didn’t know what was going on, Michelle kept telling her, “We’re going to the store.” To little Katie it was just another day. But as for Michelle, she was excited, she knew her older brother was about to step foot into her front door.
Hours passed, Michelle was getting nervous. Thoughts in her head, “Oh the flight was late,” and “he missed the bus to come home.” She sat there all day with Katie who was on and off asleep. But no Curt insight. As night came, she put the baby to sleep, and hoped that through the night she would hear a knock at the door and it would be Curt.
As the days passed, there was no Curt. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months... Months turned into years. No Curt.
14 years later, Katie was 17; she and her Aunt Michelle were getting ready to go to a trip to Europe. While packing, she came across an old tattered box. She grabs it an opens it and finds old pictures of her father.
“Shouldn’t you be packing” Michelle says, as she walked into the room.
“Yes well um I found this” Katie hands over the box.
“Where did you find this? I have been looking for this for years now”
“In my closet behind all the other boxes”
They started to look through the pictures.
“Whatever happened to daddy” Katie asked.
“Katie…I’m not sure I have asked everyone myself, no one seems to have any answers, he went to war and never came back.”
As Katie grabs a handful on pictures an envelope falls out. It was brown with faint writing on it.
Michelle grabs the letter and realized it was never opened. She remembers this letter, she thinks back to 17 years before, with the mailman who is now her husband. She remembered she never read the letter and forgot it ever came.
She opens it and reads it, she reads Kiely’s letter he wrote to her 17 years ago. She starts to cry. It was about her brother, her brother who was killed. She explains to Katie what is written in the letter.
Unknowing of what to do next they decided to get a hold of Mr. Kiely.
“Ms?”
“Ms. Lemon”
She turns around to see the mailman approaching.
“I have a letter for you Ms.” He continues to say.
As she reaches out her hand another calming breeze blew, her long brown hair whisks up, her bright green eyes blink, she feels a tug at her lavender dress. Before taking the note she turns around to pick up her three year old niece, whom she was taking care of.
A sweet little girl she was, short, with dark brown curly hair, eyes as blue as the sky, and a polka-a-dot red dress. An ambitious little three year old just like her father.
After picking up the little girl, Michelle gives out her hand again to take the letter. It was a brown rough letter, as though it had been through a hard time in the mail. A little torn and some water spots.
“Thank you” She says with a puzzled look on her face.
She puts the little girl down.
“Katie” She says with a soft tone, as the little girl grabs for a picture of her dad on a shelf to high for her. Michelle puts the letter down on a pile of papers, as she found is unusual to receive a letter that she had not in over 2 years. Oblivious to what is said: “US Army Private Kiely on behalf of Curt Lemon”
She picks out the picture of a man in an army suit, and kneels down to little Katie.
“Here you go Katie a picture of daddy.”
The little girl says nothing but her eyes start to water up.
“He’ll be home soon baby” Michelle says.
“A few more weeks and daddy will be here.”
Katie ran off, as Michelle starts to tear up herself. She misses her brother Curt. Only 20 and given the responsibility of a lifetime. When she was 18 Curt asked his little sister to care for baby Katie, who was only one at the time. The baby know her daddy very well, Michelle showed her his picture every single day.
She was glad that her brother would be coming home from his 2 years. She was anticipating it. She would finally be able to go to college after graduating from high school two years prior. Michelle sat down on the brown sofa took out a torn picture of her brother, which was once whole with his girlfriend who abandoned Curt and Katie right after she was born.
Finally the days passed, it was the day for her brother to come home. Michelle wanted to surprise Katie. She dressed her up in a bright pink dress with little white shoes. Katie didn’t know what was going on, Michelle kept telling her, “We’re going to the store.” To little Katie it was just another day. But as for Michelle, she was excited, she knew her older brother was about to step foot into her front door.
Hours passed, Michelle was getting nervous. Thoughts in her head, “Oh the flight was late,” and “he missed the bus to come home.” She sat there all day with Katie who was on and off asleep. But no Curt insight. As night came, she put the baby to sleep, and hoped that through the night she would hear a knock at the door and it would be Curt.
As the days passed, there was no Curt. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months... Months turned into years. No Curt.
14 years later, Katie was 17; she and her Aunt Michelle were getting ready to go to a trip to Europe. While packing, she came across an old tattered box. She grabs it an opens it and finds old pictures of her father.
“Shouldn’t you be packing” Michelle says, as she walked into the room.
“Yes well um I found this” Katie hands over the box.
“Where did you find this? I have been looking for this for years now”
“In my closet behind all the other boxes”
They started to look through the pictures.
“Whatever happened to daddy” Katie asked.
“Katie…I’m not sure I have asked everyone myself, no one seems to have any answers, he went to war and never came back.”
As Katie grabs a handful on pictures an envelope falls out. It was brown with faint writing on it.
Michelle grabs the letter and realized it was never opened. She remembers this letter, she thinks back to 17 years before, with the mailman who is now her husband. She remembered she never read the letter and forgot it ever came.
She opens it and reads it, she reads Kiely’s letter he wrote to her 17 years ago. She starts to cry. It was about her brother, her brother who was killed. She explains to Katie what is written in the letter.
Unknowing of what to do next they decided to get a hold of Mr. Kiely.
Characterization of Myself
She is bold, strong minded, and walks with her head held high. She is an independent, confident, and outspoken woman with looks to kill. Her hair is as black as the night, and her eyes are captivating windows that can share as much as her soul. Her name is Karina, very loving and kind, but do not cross her because she puts up a strong fight. A woman of her caliber would never degrade herself nor would she disrespect another. Her presence demands respect, and her heart will return the same.
Though tough enough to hold her own, she likes all things feminine—pink puppies, high-heeled shoes and all that glitters too; so much so, that one might mistake her for a frail girly girl. Do not be mistaken, she loves the outdoors; she puts in her all at that gym, and her basketball skills seriously. Karina, however, is not always serious. She can rock out on guitar hero and can bust a move on the dance floor. Football is not her game, but she will sit through each quarter. She watches basketball for fun, but you will never catch her shouting “GOAL!” for a soccer game.
Karina is quite fashionable. Her look is fierce and sexy—even on the court, her style is rockin’. One might mistake her confidence with arrogance or perhaps accuse her of being stuck up. Get to know her; she may open up. She is a role model, goal oriented, and has an open mind. With words of wisdom, and a heart of gold, she will never turn a friend away if they need a shoulder to cry on. She is a friend you can trust, but once you lose her trust, there is no telling whether or not you can earn it back. She is never too jealous, and always sweet.
You may think she is a shop-a-holic as you watch her come home with her arms full of bags. Karina is a not spoiled—do not get her wrong. She works hard for what she has and does not let anyone hold her down.
She is intelligent with a strong attitude, and knows when to talk back. With a smile as bright as the sun, you can see her shine from down the way as she greets everyone as she walks into her office. Her eyes are brown and fierce, but as you look into them are very warm and soft. She is tall and so perfectly imperfect, with over three hundred pictures of herself in her phone. She is so obsessed with her looks, and loves to feel pretty. Yet, down to earth. She puts others before her, and will always give others her attention. She doesn’t like to put others down because she knows karma always comes back around.
Not many know this, but she loves to paint. Drawing is her stress reliever and she always lets her imagination run wild. She can draw some pretty good roses, and always makes butterflies, but give her time and she’ll show up with a masterpiece that will blow you away.
She may sound great, but like everyone, she has her flaws. She can switch her attitude from a sunny day to a stormy night in the blink of an eye if you irritate her. She is so unorganized, but she can always find something if she needs it. Karina is not very punctual because she does not keep track of time, and absolutely do not tailgate her, because she will piss you off and drive so slow. A little passive aggressive, but quite the sweetheart when you get to know her, Karina will have an impact on you, and she knows she is awesome.
Though tough enough to hold her own, she likes all things feminine—pink puppies, high-heeled shoes and all that glitters too; so much so, that one might mistake her for a frail girly girl. Do not be mistaken, she loves the outdoors; she puts in her all at that gym, and her basketball skills seriously. Karina, however, is not always serious. She can rock out on guitar hero and can bust a move on the dance floor. Football is not her game, but she will sit through each quarter. She watches basketball for fun, but you will never catch her shouting “GOAL!” for a soccer game.
Karina is quite fashionable. Her look is fierce and sexy—even on the court, her style is rockin’. One might mistake her confidence with arrogance or perhaps accuse her of being stuck up. Get to know her; she may open up. She is a role model, goal oriented, and has an open mind. With words of wisdom, and a heart of gold, she will never turn a friend away if they need a shoulder to cry on. She is a friend you can trust, but once you lose her trust, there is no telling whether or not you can earn it back. She is never too jealous, and always sweet.
You may think she is a shop-a-holic as you watch her come home with her arms full of bags. Karina is a not spoiled—do not get her wrong. She works hard for what she has and does not let anyone hold her down.
She is intelligent with a strong attitude, and knows when to talk back. With a smile as bright as the sun, you can see her shine from down the way as she greets everyone as she walks into her office. Her eyes are brown and fierce, but as you look into them are very warm and soft. She is tall and so perfectly imperfect, with over three hundred pictures of herself in her phone. She is so obsessed with her looks, and loves to feel pretty. Yet, down to earth. She puts others before her, and will always give others her attention. She doesn’t like to put others down because she knows karma always comes back around.
Not many know this, but she loves to paint. Drawing is her stress reliever and she always lets her imagination run wild. She can draw some pretty good roses, and always makes butterflies, but give her time and she’ll show up with a masterpiece that will blow you away.
She may sound great, but like everyone, she has her flaws. She can switch her attitude from a sunny day to a stormy night in the blink of an eye if you irritate her. She is so unorganized, but she can always find something if she needs it. Karina is not very punctual because she does not keep track of time, and absolutely do not tailgate her, because she will piss you off and drive so slow. A little passive aggressive, but quite the sweetheart when you get to know her, Karina will have an impact on you, and she knows she is awesome.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Letter to my Friends
Dear Class,
As I find myself I think back and wonder why am I here? I have not opened a book for pleasure in such a long time, and I don’t write unless it was assigned. And most of all I don’t plan to become a writer anytime soon. I have no intentions as a writer, nor do I carry any traits of a writer, whatever that may be. I’m just a girl who likes to have fun whenever I can. So as I write this I recall why I signed up, was for credits, and hope that my imagination will carry me through the class.
Throughout high school as a writer I always got by with some quick 30 minute essays, and realized that yes I did have a thing for writing. So I ended up as the editor of the school news paper. I also wrote the best persuasive essays, whichever way they went. I was always asked to help write some sort of essay, and asked to brain storm with others. But as I applied to the college of journalism I realized that’s not what I wanted to do. So after three years, a few career changes, I’m still at Pima with hopes to receive a Bachelor in English.
Really as a 21, I just don’t have time to read. After a week at work I rather dance than pick up a book. Don’t get me wrong, I do read a good book when I come across one, just haven’t came by one that will sit me down and interest me. I have read books, the popular series “Harry Potter” and also “Gossip Girl.” This should give you some insight into what I do like. But I also like to read on history like “Anne Frank,” and true stories like “A Child Called It.” People have recommended “Twilight” but really sparkling vampires don’t attract my interest, but yes I have watched the movie, for free on the internet. My opinion would be it’s a better love story than a vampire one.
So really I’m only taking this class for credits and nothing more. I have thought about writing some story about my life, but I figure I have to become famous first for someone to be interested. I used to write shorts stories when I was younger, from aliens, to trips of the unknown. Yes I have a very imaginative mind, I catch myself planning escape traps at work, and creating movies in my head with the sound of the music playing in my Zune. It is very boring at work…. But as I write this I think this class was a good choice. Maybe by the end of the semester I’ll be able to put those thoughts in some sort of writing, and share them soon enough. Oh and any good books out there? I always keep an open mind about them.
Karina Arrieta
As I find myself I think back and wonder why am I here? I have not opened a book for pleasure in such a long time, and I don’t write unless it was assigned. And most of all I don’t plan to become a writer anytime soon. I have no intentions as a writer, nor do I carry any traits of a writer, whatever that may be. I’m just a girl who likes to have fun whenever I can. So as I write this I recall why I signed up, was for credits, and hope that my imagination will carry me through the class.
Throughout high school as a writer I always got by with some quick 30 minute essays, and realized that yes I did have a thing for writing. So I ended up as the editor of the school news paper. I also wrote the best persuasive essays, whichever way they went. I was always asked to help write some sort of essay, and asked to brain storm with others. But as I applied to the college of journalism I realized that’s not what I wanted to do. So after three years, a few career changes, I’m still at Pima with hopes to receive a Bachelor in English.
Really as a 21, I just don’t have time to read. After a week at work I rather dance than pick up a book. Don’t get me wrong, I do read a good book when I come across one, just haven’t came by one that will sit me down and interest me. I have read books, the popular series “Harry Potter” and also “Gossip Girl.” This should give you some insight into what I do like. But I also like to read on history like “Anne Frank,” and true stories like “A Child Called It.” People have recommended “Twilight” but really sparkling vampires don’t attract my interest, but yes I have watched the movie, for free on the internet. My opinion would be it’s a better love story than a vampire one.
So really I’m only taking this class for credits and nothing more. I have thought about writing some story about my life, but I figure I have to become famous first for someone to be interested. I used to write shorts stories when I was younger, from aliens, to trips of the unknown. Yes I have a very imaginative mind, I catch myself planning escape traps at work, and creating movies in my head with the sound of the music playing in my Zune. It is very boring at work…. But as I write this I think this class was a good choice. Maybe by the end of the semester I’ll be able to put those thoughts in some sort of writing, and share them soon enough. Oh and any good books out there? I always keep an open mind about them.
Karina Arrieta
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