It is what people envy and desire.
It is what people rarely can acquire.
It is often times one sided.
It is often misguided.
It is not to be broken if its true.
It is not something you can undo.
It is a trap in which there is no escape.
It is what can come in any size or shape.
It is what can happen between any gender.
It is something thats impossible to surrender.
It is what can turn frowns into smiles.
It is what can keep someone going for many miles.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Charolette's Web
Fern saved Wilbur from death in the beginning, but I wouldn't have. Even though Wilbur was small, he was still a pig and I do enjoy the taste of pork with my breakfest. On the other hand, if I knew Wilbur had feelings like a human I wouldn't of, but Fern didn't know either. Unlike Fern, I would of not wanted to keep the pig as a pet from the start, so therefore I wouldn't have an attatchment or much care if it was killed, even though I'd still feel bad for it.
Even though I wouldn't stand up for a pig in that situation, I did stand up for a little kid before. I was at the skating rink with some friends of mine, and there were some kids around the ages of 9-11. They were all in the jungle gym, and all of them were picking on the youngest in their group for not having an i-phone and wearing silly makeup like the rest of them. I stood up for the girl, and called the rest of their group teenie boppers and let her hang out with my friends for awhile.
Even though I wouldn't stand up for a pig in that situation, I did stand up for a little kid before. I was at the skating rink with some friends of mine, and there were some kids around the ages of 9-11. They were all in the jungle gym, and all of them were picking on the youngest in their group for not having an i-phone and wearing silly makeup like the rest of them. I stood up for the girl, and called the rest of their group teenie boppers and let her hang out with my friends for awhile.
Monday, November 28, 2011
A Day No Pigs Would Die blog #1
I have a pet named Hunter. He serves as our family pet and watchdog. Hunter is a doberman, so he looks scary but he really isn't. Ironicly, he's even afraid of cats. Everyone in our household helps take care of him with chores by taking turns with chores and we all love him. And yes, my dog Hunter does serve more of a friend than a pet at times because he's always there to be with even when I'm feeling really down.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
The Life According to Tom
Tom walked through the hallway, and through the corner of his eye he saw Leslie approaching him. He noticed her bright, cheery smile and greeted her with a "Hello!" he hoped was as cheery. Leslie looked radiant, dressed very chicly and fashionably to suit her delicate charm. Tom was faintly jealous.
He remembered when Leslie had first appeared at the school, shy and only noticeable by her extremely odd taste in clothes. It wasn't long before shallow Sarah, at least pretending to be nice, had swooped down on the poor girl and transformed her, and standing before him was the result. Tom had decided Leslie was in the distinct minority of popular girls who were actually nice, charitable human beings. She was not one of the school's most notable students, but Tom enjoyed her presence very much. Sadly, the same could not be said for Leslie's former good pal Sarah.
Tom and Sarah had been good friends as well, but, as of that very day, she repulsed him. In his younger days, he had pretended to have a deep crush on her. It was very easy to do, for Sarah was a very lovely girl, with her tight clothes, heavily tanned skin, and suspiciously black and glossy hair. However, when Tom actually started speaking to her, he found she grew less and less beautiful with every foolish and spiteful word she spoke. Still, being of the same high school social class, they naturally grouped together. But now he was older, and he had finally realized he could stop speaking to her and start hanging out with nice girls like Leslie, and he did. Sarah, who did not see these things very well, barely seemed to notice.
However, she did notice things like Leslie conversing with Tom, which disagreed with her very rigid view of high school social structure. As Tom began talking with Leslie, he pretended not to see Sarah's glare of uninhibited rage from down the hallway.
"Tom!" Leslie piped delightedly. "I haven't seen you since... since last week!"
"Yes," he replied, still smiling. "I've been sick."
"I thought you'd miss Homecoming! And with you looking forward to it so much."
She refered to the football game, not the dance, which Tom actually did not care for that much. But at the mention of a game, Tom grew excited once again, and uttured a loud whoop of the kind that rarely meant anything to anyone but teenage boys. Leslie laughed.
"I meant the dance. You're going, right?"
"Eh, I don't know..."
"What? But you have to! According to the rules of the high school football jock archetype, you must show up at the dances with a really hot girl."
"Oh? And do you have anyone in mind?"
"Oh-" Shrill giggles punctuated the air. "Um, no, I don't. Have you?"
"Yeah. Whitney Brown, over there." He indicated a girl with a rather tragically large stomach.
There were more giggles. "Don't be mean, you jerk. I thouht you were going with Sarah."
They both looked back to Sarah, still standing at her locker. If possible, her glare intensified. Tom looked away, embarrassed, struck by how horrible a glamorous face could become in anger.
"I think she's mad," Leslie said, sounding not entirely concerned. "Oh well."
After a few tactful moments, she said, "But, are you going. You should! Even if you weren't a jock."
Tom shrugged. "Who would I go with?"
"Whitney Brown, of course. Don't be stupid. When Homecoming comes, all the available girls line up and wait to be picked up, hopefully by guys like you. Like prostitutes," she added.
"You do realize, after you said that, I can't possibly go to the dance with that on my mind."
"Don't be silly. Go with me!"
This was not the first offer. Tom himself wasn't hard on the eyes, as well as athetic, popular, and intelligent. But what really made him irresistable was that he was in the distinct minority of athletic-popular-intelligent teenage boys who wouldn't try to smoothly remove his date's clothes by the end of the evening (at least, if his date was a girl). However, this was the first offer he seriously considered.
"Or not," she said mildly, after his hesitation.
"Nah, I'll go."
"Really?! Yay!"
And that was that for the two of them. They walked away, even forgetting about Sarah's unfaltering red-hot glare.
He remembered when Leslie had first appeared at the school, shy and only noticeable by her extremely odd taste in clothes. It wasn't long before shallow Sarah, at least pretending to be nice, had swooped down on the poor girl and transformed her, and standing before him was the result. Tom had decided Leslie was in the distinct minority of popular girls who were actually nice, charitable human beings. She was not one of the school's most notable students, but Tom enjoyed her presence very much. Sadly, the same could not be said for Leslie's former good pal Sarah.
Tom and Sarah had been good friends as well, but, as of that very day, she repulsed him. In his younger days, he had pretended to have a deep crush on her. It was very easy to do, for Sarah was a very lovely girl, with her tight clothes, heavily tanned skin, and suspiciously black and glossy hair. However, when Tom actually started speaking to her, he found she grew less and less beautiful with every foolish and spiteful word she spoke. Still, being of the same high school social class, they naturally grouped together. But now he was older, and he had finally realized he could stop speaking to her and start hanging out with nice girls like Leslie, and he did. Sarah, who did not see these things very well, barely seemed to notice.
However, she did notice things like Leslie conversing with Tom, which disagreed with her very rigid view of high school social structure. As Tom began talking with Leslie, he pretended not to see Sarah's glare of uninhibited rage from down the hallway.
"Tom!" Leslie piped delightedly. "I haven't seen you since... since last week!"
"Yes," he replied, still smiling. "I've been sick."
"I thought you'd miss Homecoming! And with you looking forward to it so much."
She refered to the football game, not the dance, which Tom actually did not care for that much. But at the mention of a game, Tom grew excited once again, and uttured a loud whoop of the kind that rarely meant anything to anyone but teenage boys. Leslie laughed.
"I meant the dance. You're going, right?"
"Eh, I don't know..."
"What? But you have to! According to the rules of the high school football jock archetype, you must show up at the dances with a really hot girl."
"Oh? And do you have anyone in mind?"
"Oh-" Shrill giggles punctuated the air. "Um, no, I don't. Have you?"
"Yeah. Whitney Brown, over there." He indicated a girl with a rather tragically large stomach.
There were more giggles. "Don't be mean, you jerk. I thouht you were going with Sarah."
They both looked back to Sarah, still standing at her locker. If possible, her glare intensified. Tom looked away, embarrassed, struck by how horrible a glamorous face could become in anger.
"I think she's mad," Leslie said, sounding not entirely concerned. "Oh well."
After a few tactful moments, she said, "But, are you going. You should! Even if you weren't a jock."
Tom shrugged. "Who would I go with?"
"Whitney Brown, of course. Don't be stupid. When Homecoming comes, all the available girls line up and wait to be picked up, hopefully by guys like you. Like prostitutes," she added.
"You do realize, after you said that, I can't possibly go to the dance with that on my mind."
"Don't be silly. Go with me!"
This was not the first offer. Tom himself wasn't hard on the eyes, as well as athetic, popular, and intelligent. But what really made him irresistable was that he was in the distinct minority of athletic-popular-intelligent teenage boys who wouldn't try to smoothly remove his date's clothes by the end of the evening (at least, if his date was a girl). However, this was the first offer he seriously considered.
"Or not," she said mildly, after his hesitation.
"Nah, I'll go."
"Really?! Yay!"
And that was that for the two of them. They walked away, even forgetting about Sarah's unfaltering red-hot glare.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Halloween
The sunset had faded into a dark blanket over the once colorful sky. It became breezy, and soon began to rain. It was a stormy night. There wasn't going to be any trick-or-treaters, but you could still see the Halloween decorations light up in the rain.
Off into a distance you could see where a man stood dressed in a black suit at the doorstep of a beautiful young woman.
He knelt down onto his knee and looked up at her gorgeous face while reaching into his pocket. The woman had piles of makeup on and messy bleached blonde hair, but underneath all that was an angel, so he thought. Her expression was bored, until she saw the diamond ring the man had brought out to her.
She smiled, flattered at the fact that this man cared so much about her. Little did he know that she didn't care half as much about him as he did for her. In their relationship of 4 years she had dated much richer men, but he was the only one that stayed by her side through out it all, but to her that just made him seem clingy. There was another man upstairs waiting for her to come back inside, whom she really loved more. She hated breaking up with men, but it had to be done sometime.
The man's face lighted up as he saw her smile, he thought he had a chance. He was a fool in love. He had loved her more than any man could've loved a woman. Song after song he had written about her, but he was never brave enough to sing aloud to her in fear of rejection, unlike his older brother who was much more outgoing. But this time, he was certain that this would lead to success.
The woman's smile turned into a laugh, as she shook her head no. The man's once happy expression quickly dropped. A small rush of guilt came over her as she turned her head away, but she quickly got over it as she told him her true feelings. She avoided looking at his face, but she could tell that he was a crying, heartbroken mess.
She was right. The man's heart sunk, but he still loved her. He didn't care if she was with other men, he would forgive her. He tried telling her, but stopped when he noticed another man walk down the stairs who looked strangely familiar. The woman quickly turned around and blushed at the other man, she's been caught. Rage and jealousy began to sink in, as he realized this was his brother.
All three of them stood on the wet, dark porch silently as a bolt of lightning struck down in a distance. The silence broke when the thunder roared in soon after with both men yelling at each other. The woman tried breaking it up, but failed. It just caused the argument to get louder.
Both brothers had almost always hated each other. It started when they were kids, years ago on another Halloween night when they started to argue about who had a better costume. It was always like a contest between the both of them, and it just got worse and worse over the years.
And that is what caused the heartbroken man to reach into his back pocket and to pull out a gun. They all fell silent with both the woman and the brother staring at him and the gun. Their faces were consumed with fear, realizing it had all went too far and that their lives were in danger. He clenched his grip onto the gun and placed his finger lightly on the trigger.
He pointed the gun at the woman's heart and spoke coldly, "You, who I thought we had been so madly in love together betrayed me, and with my own brother," his words grew louder the more he spoke, but his voice suddenly became soft, "I will not kill."
He pointed the gun at her shoulder and shot her there instead, he didn't have the guts to kill the so called love of his life, but he felt pleasure in getting revenge. The woman screamed as she fell to the ground clutching her shoulder as it bled through the palm of her hand. The blood trickled down onto the cement porch and formed a puddle that mixed in with the pouring rain.
You could see the fright all in the brother's eye as he watched the woman fall to the floor. He knew his younger sibling had a fierce temper and was mentally unstable somewhere in him, but he was never supposed to find out. And who could've known he'd go to this extent?
The man didn't need to shoot his brother, he had a feeling that this next stunt would leave him scarred for life.
The man pulled the gun up to his chest, and pulled the trigger at his own heart, letting blood splatter all over both of them as he dropped dead.
Off into a distance you could see where a man stood dressed in a black suit at the doorstep of a beautiful young woman.
He knelt down onto his knee and looked up at her gorgeous face while reaching into his pocket. The woman had piles of makeup on and messy bleached blonde hair, but underneath all that was an angel, so he thought. Her expression was bored, until she saw the diamond ring the man had brought out to her.
She smiled, flattered at the fact that this man cared so much about her. Little did he know that she didn't care half as much about him as he did for her. In their relationship of 4 years she had dated much richer men, but he was the only one that stayed by her side through out it all, but to her that just made him seem clingy. There was another man upstairs waiting for her to come back inside, whom she really loved more. She hated breaking up with men, but it had to be done sometime.
The man's face lighted up as he saw her smile, he thought he had a chance. He was a fool in love. He had loved her more than any man could've loved a woman. Song after song he had written about her, but he was never brave enough to sing aloud to her in fear of rejection, unlike his older brother who was much more outgoing. But this time, he was certain that this would lead to success.
The woman's smile turned into a laugh, as she shook her head no. The man's once happy expression quickly dropped. A small rush of guilt came over her as she turned her head away, but she quickly got over it as she told him her true feelings. She avoided looking at his face, but she could tell that he was a crying, heartbroken mess.
She was right. The man's heart sunk, but he still loved her. He didn't care if she was with other men, he would forgive her. He tried telling her, but stopped when he noticed another man walk down the stairs who looked strangely familiar. The woman quickly turned around and blushed at the other man, she's been caught. Rage and jealousy began to sink in, as he realized this was his brother.
All three of them stood on the wet, dark porch silently as a bolt of lightning struck down in a distance. The silence broke when the thunder roared in soon after with both men yelling at each other. The woman tried breaking it up, but failed. It just caused the argument to get louder.
Both brothers had almost always hated each other. It started when they were kids, years ago on another Halloween night when they started to argue about who had a better costume. It was always like a contest between the both of them, and it just got worse and worse over the years.
And that is what caused the heartbroken man to reach into his back pocket and to pull out a gun. They all fell silent with both the woman and the brother staring at him and the gun. Their faces were consumed with fear, realizing it had all went too far and that their lives were in danger. He clenched his grip onto the gun and placed his finger lightly on the trigger.
He pointed the gun at the woman's heart and spoke coldly, "You, who I thought we had been so madly in love together betrayed me, and with my own brother," his words grew louder the more he spoke, but his voice suddenly became soft, "I will not kill."
He pointed the gun at her shoulder and shot her there instead, he didn't have the guts to kill the so called love of his life, but he felt pleasure in getting revenge. The woman screamed as she fell to the ground clutching her shoulder as it bled through the palm of her hand. The blood trickled down onto the cement porch and formed a puddle that mixed in with the pouring rain.
You could see the fright all in the brother's eye as he watched the woman fall to the floor. He knew his younger sibling had a fierce temper and was mentally unstable somewhere in him, but he was never supposed to find out. And who could've known he'd go to this extent?
The man didn't need to shoot his brother, he had a feeling that this next stunt would leave him scarred for life.
The man pulled the gun up to his chest, and pulled the trigger at his own heart, letting blood splatter all over both of them as he dropped dead.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Dreams
George and Lennie's dream in Of Mice and Men is talked about a lot throughout the story. It is their dream to be their with eachother and live off the land. They can achieve this by saving up enough money to get enough land to farm their own food off of and raise livestock, and have their own house. A lot of characters in the book find this unrealistic, but I don't. Candy, who offered to join in on their dream, was willing to put in all of his money for this, which brought them soo much closer to their goal. Their dream was so close to being achieved because of this, but then Lennie died which brought and end to it. Their purpose was to have and care for eachother and live off the land, but without Lennie that would be impossible.
It is important for people to have dreams for the future, as long as it is realistic and they can believe in themselves. If that dream was unrealistic, that person could never reach it, which would probably end up being depressing in the long run, knowing that it had never been accomplished . If the dreams goes unfulfilled for a long period of time, the dreamer might just give up on it. If others were to doubt those dreams, that dreamer might join the bandwagon of society with them. Or that dreamer could be even more determined, in order to prove everyone wrong.
Although, it could also be better to hold onto those unrealizable dreams. Because it is unreachable, the progress to your dream will just keep on improving and improving. It would be like art, where it could never be perfect, but it could just keep getting better over time and eventually turn into something amazing.
It is important for people to have dreams for the future, as long as it is realistic and they can believe in themselves. If that dream was unrealistic, that person could never reach it, which would probably end up being depressing in the long run, knowing that it had never been accomplished . If the dreams goes unfulfilled for a long period of time, the dreamer might just give up on it. If others were to doubt those dreams, that dreamer might join the bandwagon of society with them. Or that dreamer could be even more determined, in order to prove everyone wrong.
Although, it could also be better to hold onto those unrealizable dreams. Because it is unreachable, the progress to your dream will just keep on improving and improving. It would be like art, where it could never be perfect, but it could just keep getting better over time and eventually turn into something amazing.
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