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 3^rd, I’ll get to have #3-5 back in my life. WHUUUUT?!}

Reason to Looove Poetry

“Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.” William Shakespeare (Much Ado About Nothing)

So poetry gets a bad rap some reason for being...''out there'' because they're hard to interpret or something. I admit, studying English sometimes, I have to read and interpret poems where I'm thinking, "This is sooo ridiculous--this is only famous because so-and-so wrote this." But I think that if you come across a poem and you feel that it's above average, it's probably because without taking a ridiculous magnifying glass to it, you can find something special about it.

I took a look at this in my Creative Writing class and even though it might seem a bit graphic/violent, it's one of my absolute favorites.

Reason to Survive November
[Tony Hoagland]

November like a train wreck –
as if a locomotive made of cold
had hurtled out of Canada
and crashed into a million trees,
flaming the leaves, setting the woods on fire.

The sky is a thick, cold gauze –
but there’s a soup special at the Waffle House downtown,
and the Jack Parsons show is up at the museum,
full of luminous red barns.

– Or maybe I’ll visit beautiful Donna,
the kickboxing queen from Santa Fe,
and roll around in her foldout bed.

I know there are some people out there
who think I am supposed to end up
in a room by myself

with a gun and a bottle full of hate,
a locked door and my slack mouth open
like a disconnected phone.

But I hate those people back
from the core of my donkey soul
and the hatred makes me strong
and my survival is their failure,

and my happiness would kill them
so I shove joy like a knife
into my own heart over and over

and I force myself toward pleasure,
and I love this November life
where I run like a train
deeper and deeper
into the land of my enemies.

You don't have to totally see it the way I do, because that's the beauty of poems--there should never be a "memorized answer" that they teach you in high school. Anyway, I love, love, LOVE this poem, because for me, it's a description of a frame of mind I wish more people exhibited. Everyone stresses, everone suffers, and everyone has their giants to battle.

But for me, this poem seems to say that the best way to win, is to prove to your enemies, challenges, issues--that you're above being bitter and above feeling sorry for yourself. And sometimes it's tough! But our happiness, our victory equals defeat for those who want to see us suffer & fail. If you believe in Satan, you know what I mean. Proving to him that you're above temptation, or you can be forgiven for screw-ups and mishaps--it's our success and his failure.

I love Hoagland's language; it's bold, blunt and brave. I don't dabble too much in poetry, but it's poetry like this that makes me think that I want to try my hand at it and hopefully have some sort of impact on someone else.

What poetry do you like? Are you a poet?

If you want to find poems of all shapes and sizes, check out www.poetry.org.