"I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see that you are unarmed." ~William Shakespeare

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Saturday, June 11, 2011

My Silly Scribbles from ENG 218

It's good to be back! If you've been starving for some ridiculousness from me, I'm sorry I made you wait a decent 2 weeks. We were supposed to go on a trip of a lifetime back to visit Germany, Italy and Denmark but because of stupid weather, unlucky circumstances, and no wiggle room to rebook our trip we had to cancel. It meant a lot to our family, especially to visit family in Denmark.


Vader isn't what you would call a "people person."
So the next best place we could think of was, naturally, DISNEYWORLD. and HARRY POTTER WORLD. if you're FB friends w/ me, go see the 80+ pictures that were taken by your's truly.


Tagent= almost over


I bring this up, because on this trip, I brought a writing journal w/ me to fufill my writing goal of writing everyday {which I would give myself about 3.5/5 stars--but I read 5 books! Holy whuuut??}


And because I brought it w/ me, it brought back memories and I decided to post some of the ones that I enjoyed writing, and reading over again. These posts are unedited, how they are seen in my journal. The journal entries were part of a class requirement--I just had to have a certain amount of writing but I could write about anything--which I did. The freewrites were timed and I had about a max of 5min to write.


Journal Entry 9/3/10
A list of interesting sentences created with fridge magnets (mostly if not all credited to my roommates):
  • *Her hair felt gone.
  • I am raw gorgeous sweat.
  • Delirious women scream and use knives.
  • Bitterly rips gown after swimming club.
  • We white boys live have purple smooth language.
  • We produced one in the hot spring.
  • Me feet is languidly moaning.
  • Boil and smear beauty but iron shadow.
  • Worship puppy love, please.
  • I must like life after death.
  • Stop chanting at me luscious forest.
  • This mad man moons their mother.
  • He is staring as she sleeps in water.
  • Incubate our pink eggs and they will blow up.
  • Whisper a sweet symphony.
  • Some enormous chocolate fluff is under the TV.
  • Trudge beneath the garden and fiddle.
  • I want black lust.
  • I shot him.
  • Frantic meat spray.
  • Think about my ugly blue tongue.
  • Lick a juicy pole.
  • Winter is the cool of summer.
  • Watch your falling blood.
  • She shakes her butt delicately.
  • Lie those out next to the sordid bed.
  • Honey you’re behind rocks.
  • You could run away but I will crush you.
  • His elaborate apparatus drools.
  • My milk eat a girl.
  • Me want her rust like skin goddess.
  • Drunk though essential.
  • Wax my bare smelly legs in the misty wind.
  • Mostly we cry but manipulate men easy.
Freewrite 9/10/10
{describing a childhood home/setting}


Germans. Everywhere. Mountains faced us on the east all covered with thick evergreens. The Tree of Life is the left, probably the tallest and biggest tree I’ve ever seen in my whole life—taller and thicker than a mansion, with a handsome bird’s nest on the highest point. Some of our crazy neighbors are herding their flock of sheep; those buggers always manage to break out and graze by the Tree as though it’s a magnet to all living creatures. Depending on the time of year, the grass is tall and bends like waves on a windy day, or the field gets a buzz cut and hay bales that look like giant marshmallows take its place. Germans are staring at me through their windows.
Journal Entry 9/21/10
What I am good at: dansk, writing, making up/finding names, cooking/eating, ping pong, reading, talking, clarinet, piano, singing, dancing, drawing, photography, laughing/getting people to laugh.
What I am not good at: sports (Frisbee/Capture the flag, volleyball), eating veggies, break-dancing, math/chemistry, thinking realistically, remembering names, focusing on homework (especially boring homework).
What I want to be better at: writing, racquetball, working out, sign language, listening, being assertive
{There are some things that I’m not good at that I don’t really care to improve. Good or bad?}
Journal Entry 10/4/10
List of Problems I’m Glad I Don’t Have (or hope not to have):
  • a crazy/psycho ex
  • mean roommates
  • food allergies
  • car/motion sickness
  • divorced parents
  • switching majors
  • abuse (of any kind)
  • debt
  • unemployment
  • death of a child/stillborn (this is what initially started the list; I could’t fathom how hard it would be to be pregnant only to lose a child that’ll never grow up.)
  • illegible handwriting. 
Fast Freewrite cir. September '10
Smells remembered from childhood:
1.       Fudge—Mississippi
2.       Grandpa’s farm
3.       Mormor’s house
4.       Homemade rootbeer
5.       Camping
Unusual people I met recently (this week)
1.       Bree’s sister
2.       New coworker
3.       My bishop
4.       RS stake counselor
5.       Oskar
Earliest Memories
1.       Kindergarten naptime
2.       Getting a “bad apple” card to take home
3.       Heart-shaped sunglasses
4.       Playing at the beauty salon w/ Polly Pocket
5.       Singing to Lion King.
Things that make me mad:
1.       Lies
2.       F’s
3.       “holier/cooler than thou”
4.       Obama/politics
5.       Mormon haters
Calming places:
1.       Temple
2.       Art museum
3.       Pool
4.       Bookstore
5.       Bed
Things that hurt:
1.       Migraines
2.       Braces
3.       Tight pants
4.       Burns
5.       Soap in the eye
Things I’ve ignored:
1.       Messy room
2.       Dishes
3.       People on FB from high school
4.       Practicing clarinet
5.       My journal
Things I wish I could do again:
1.       White water rafting
2.       Be in a relationship
3.       Live in Germany
4.       Travel
5.       Speak German
{the thing that I love about this list, is that I’m currently happy because I’ve got a #2 again, and on August 3rd, I’ll get to have #3-5 back in my life. WHUUUUT?!}

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Parody Madnessss...Parseltongue for Sheer Fabulousness


So once upon a time I had this awesome Creative Writing class last year and we had to write poetry--which I did, that'll be coming soon. But I asked my teacher if I could write a parody instead and she was down with that, so that's what I did, a parody! This is some fun, original work called "Good Riddance Voldemort" based of the song "Good Morning Baltimore" from Hairspray. The original lyrics are on the left, mine are on the right. I hope you like it; parodies are super fun to write!

Do you write parodies or have you heard of some good ones? Share, share, share!

Oh, oh, oh                                                                   Oh, oh, oh
Woke up today                                                           Woke up today
Feeling the way I always do                                     Hating your guts like I always do
Oh, oh, oh                                                                   Oh, oh, oh
Hungry for something                                              You killed my parents
That I can't eat                                                          You monstrous beast
Then I hear that beat                                               With freakish pale physique!
The rhythm of town                                                  When Dementors in town
Starts calling me down                                              Start getting me down
It's like a message from                                            And the Death Mark visible
High above                                                                 High above
Oh, oh, oh                                                                   Oh, oh, oh
Pulling me out                                                            I grab my broom
To the smiles and the                                                And I'll meet you to
Streets that I love                                                     Fight for the ones that I love!

Good morning Baltimore                                          Good riddance, Voldemort
Every day's like an open door                                  Everyday I keep learning more
Every night is a fantasy                                            Every night I have that fantasy
Every sound's like a symphony                               Where I curse you times infinity!

Good morning Baltimore                                          Good riddance, Voldemort
And some day when I take to the floor                  And some day when I pass all my OWLS
The world's gonna wake up and see                       And proclaim my love for Ginny
Baltimore and me                                                      It'll be Voldemore vs. me!

Oh, oh, oh                                                                   Oh, oh, oh
Look at my hair                                                         Check out my wand
What "do" can compare with mine today?            How do you compare with the Elder Wand?
Oh, oh, oh                                                                   Oh, oh, oh
I've got my hairspray and radio                              I've got my spell books and Sneak-o-Scope
I'm ready to go                                                           I'm ready to go!

The rats on the street                                               The hippogriffs on the street
All dance round my feet                                           All bow around my feet
They seem to say                                                      They seem to say
"Tracy, it's up to you"                                              "We too hate You-know-Who"
So, oh, oh                                                                    So, oh, oh
Don't hold me back                                                   You watch your back
'Cause today all my dreams will come true          "Cause my prophecy'll finally come true!

Good morning Baltimore                                         Good riddance, Voldemort
There's the flasher who lives next door                 I have a secret band of brave cohorts
There's the bum on his bar room stool                  I hate you more than that Slytherin tool
They wish me luck on my way to school               You just wait until our epic duel.

Good morning Baltimore                                          Good riddance, Voldemort
And some day when I take to the floor                  And some day when I pass all my OWLS
The world's gonna wake up and see                       And proclaim my love for Ginny
Baltimore and me                                                      It'll be Voldemore vs. me!

I know every step                                                     I know every spell
I know every song                                                     I know every charm
I know there's a place where I belong                    I know Gryffindor is where I belong!
I see all those party lights shining ahead               I see all those Death Eaters flying ahead
So someone invite me                                              So I better kill you
Before I drop dead!                                                  By the scar on my head!

So, Oh, Oh                                                                 So, Oh, Oh

Give me a chance                                                    Just watch me fly
'Cause when I start to dance                                 'Cause no one can deny
I’m a movie star                                                      I'm the Chosen One
Oh, oh, oh                                                                 Oh, oh, oh
Something inside of me makes me move            Something inside of me wants you gone
When I hear the groove                                         When I whip out my wand!

My ma tells me no                                                   My mum loved me so
But my feet tell me go!                                            Which gave me pow'r over my foes!
It's like a drummer inside my heart                     It's like the Patronus from my wand
Oh, oh, oh                                                                 Oh, oh, oh
Don't make me wait                                                Don't make me wait
One more moment for my life to start...              One more moment for my quest to start!

Good morning Baltimore                                        Good riddance, Voldemort
Every day's like an open door                                Everyday I keep learning more
Every night is a fantasy                                          Every night I have that fantasy
Every sound's like a symphony                             Where I curse you times infinity!

Good morning Baltimore                                        Good riddance, Voldemort
And some day when I take to the floor                And some day when I pass all my OWLS
The world's gonna wake up and see                     And proclaim my love for Ginny
Baltimore and me                                                    It'll be Voldemore vs. me!