1) Happiness is the feeling and emotion and feeling of joy or satisfaction in finding something you enjoy. Anything small or large can bring you happiness if you only search for it...
2) The definition of my happiness is what I smile and laugh at. I find happiness in my friends and having a good time. My happiness is my sanity, my patience, my family, my friends, and my dreams. I'm happiest when I'm smiling for real and not a fake smile like the forced ones I'm forced to give at work (shh! Don't tell!) and all the different things I find interesting. I find happiness is writing, foreign languages, mythology, history, artwork, and whatever I can get my hands on most of the time. I find happiness in knitting and jewelrymaking also!
3) My friends and family have the greatest influence on my happiness, because they always know just what to say to make me laugh most of the time. My dad's sense of humor always cracks me up, my friends dry sense of humor always gets me to giggle...I just love how people around me can make me smile. It makes me wanna make them smile! ^_^
4)My friends need to be happy for me to find happiness really...If one of my friends is having trouble, I would need to help them find happiness, so everyone can be happy....I seem to be the therapist of my group of friends, they always come to me for advice and to solve their issues. I sometimes have to help my family, and sometimes i am the one that needs my family. I always try to help those who need a smile, if they don't have a smile, they can't be themselves.
5)My greatest need in life might just be my sanity and my happiness...I need to be able to rely on what I want to find the happiness I can get. If I don't have sanity, I can't find true happiness. And if I can't find true happiness, then I can't be sane. If you understand that you get kudos and a big warm plate of cookies (menatally!) of any kind you want!
My question for everyone (by personal choice): Is happiness real? Is it in our heart or in our mind? Are mirrors clear or really black?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
Insanity's Revenge
A poem that I wrote...very very dark...warning...umm...Tell me if you like it...I wrote it and it inspired my novel I'm writing....
And that scares me
...
I heard screaming,
But it wasn't mine.
I stayed calm.
I didn't panic
...
Much
...
It wasn't the crash
That made me ponder
My own sanity.
It was the fact
That when it was over
...
I laughed.
No one was near me,
Only me alive.
I just sat there,
As the other person living
Drove off.
I remember their face,
I remember their car,
I even remember
The license plate number,
I could turn them in
For hit-and-run.
But,
Wheres the fun in that?
I know what I'll do
...
I'll find them,
Track them down,
And I'll do to them,
What they didn't finish.
I know,
The entire crash wasn't an accident.
It was a job.
To return the favor
Would be far too sweet.
So I'll make it sweeter,
I'll draw it out,
I'll make him pay.
I sat here laughing,
Covered in blood.
The blood wasn't mine,
I smiled sadly at
The bloody corpse
Next to me.
The seat belt embedded
In my best friend's throat.
That made me realize
...
That they were my sanity.
Now,
I know I'm not
...
And that doesn't scare me
...
Now I know,
It'll be easy.
Ready or not,
Here I come.
You killed
The wrong target,
And you also
Forgot something
...
Me
...
Hitman V.
I didn't scream
...And that scares me
...
I heard screaming,
But it wasn't mine.
I stayed calm.
I didn't panic
...
Much
...
It wasn't the crash
That made me ponder
My own sanity.
It was the fact
That when it was over
...
I laughed.
No one was near me,
Only me alive.
I just sat there,
As the other person living
Drove off.
I remember their face,
I remember their car,
I even remember
The license plate number,
I could turn them in
For hit-and-run.
But,
Wheres the fun in that?
I know what I'll do
...
I'll find them,
Track them down,
And I'll do to them,
What they didn't finish.
I know,
The entire crash wasn't an accident.
It was a job.
To return the favor
Would be far too sweet.
So I'll make it sweeter,
I'll draw it out,
I'll make him pay.
I sat here laughing,
Covered in blood.
The blood wasn't mine,
I smiled sadly at
The bloody corpse
Next to me.
The seat belt embedded
In my best friend's throat.
That made me realize
...
That they were my sanity.
Now,
I know I'm not
...
And that doesn't scare me
...
Now I know,
It'll be easy.
Ready or not,
Here I come.
You killed
The wrong target,
And you also
Forgot something
...
Me
...
Hitman V.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Assignment #7
1) I really enjoyed writing poetry, because poetry released more emotion towards writing. With short stories you were forced to write about a single thing and you had to stay on topic, if we could run wild with writing short stories I would like that better.
2) My strongest piece of writing would have to be...my poem "11 Ways to Love" because it shows so much emotion and different ways of one single emotion and belief. Poetry is a strong point, since I do have 2 publishing awards for poems I've written, but I really like writing short stories, even ones for a long story that I'm writing personally....It's hard to say...I have over 500 poems written personally...alot have gone missing, but I still know I wrote them. I have alot of inspiration towards poetry and some short stories from my dreams and every day interactions.
3) I learned that I let out alot of emotion in my writing this semester and I sometimes have to be careful about what I write so I don't offend someone... I don't need alot of prodding, I just need inspiration. I find that if I put a pencil to paper or a keyboard in front of me, my writing goes anywhere that my fingers lead it to. I sometimes don't realize what I'm writing until I go over it afterwards. I like being free in my writing...but sometimes structure and direction are needed. Just to keep writing safe if need be...
4) I would like to get into writing non-fiction...maybe some fantasy...but we've probably done that already, but I don't like plays and screenplays. They are so hard to do without someone else helping you or working with you. If we do do screenplays and plays I would love it if we were in groups..and not by ourselves...^_^ If we do non-fiction, I think researching a topic and writing a paper or something on it...I'm weird...I like writing research papers...Maybe music reviews.... I listen to alot of music...that sounds good...I don't like memoirs, but I can deal with it...
2) My strongest piece of writing would have to be...my poem "11 Ways to Love" because it shows so much emotion and different ways of one single emotion and belief. Poetry is a strong point, since I do have 2 publishing awards for poems I've written, but I really like writing short stories, even ones for a long story that I'm writing personally....It's hard to say...I have over 500 poems written personally...alot have gone missing, but I still know I wrote them. I have alot of inspiration towards poetry and some short stories from my dreams and every day interactions.
3) I learned that I let out alot of emotion in my writing this semester and I sometimes have to be careful about what I write so I don't offend someone... I don't need alot of prodding, I just need inspiration. I find that if I put a pencil to paper or a keyboard in front of me, my writing goes anywhere that my fingers lead it to. I sometimes don't realize what I'm writing until I go over it afterwards. I like being free in my writing...but sometimes structure and direction are needed. Just to keep writing safe if need be...
4) I would like to get into writing non-fiction...maybe some fantasy...but we've probably done that already, but I don't like plays and screenplays. They are so hard to do without someone else helping you or working with you. If we do do screenplays and plays I would love it if we were in groups..and not by ourselves...^_^ If we do non-fiction, I think researching a topic and writing a paper or something on it...I'm weird...I like writing research papers...Maybe music reviews.... I listen to alot of music...that sounds good...I don't like memoirs, but I can deal with it...
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Fear and Madness
1) I don't really like being scared...and I'm easily scared...I'm only okay being scared when I have someone that is scared more than myself with me. That way it's not as scary...
2) I am seriously afraid of clowns...my reason, I watched the movie "It" when I was 3. I'm also terrible afraid of spiders (except the one that is living in my room named "Bob." There are many other things I'm scared of, like loosing my friends, my family and being abandoned when I'm in need....but I'm actually not afraid of death...which many people consider weird. Another thing that doesn't scare me is blood and guts...I watched to many kung fu flicks when I was a child to be scared by those things...I will admit that things that randomly pop out of no where do scare me..sometimes...
3) A good definition of madness for me is a person who doesn't believe in reality and someone who finds excitement is things that are disturbing and inhumane. A person to be mad to me would have to be living, just kidding. A person who is mad would be someone who doesn't understand what's right and wrong and does things that are immoral and terrible to society, the law, and just plain common sense.
4) I believe that people are driven mad by stress and some may be born with the insanity in their mind. If people get beyond angry and go into an intense frenzy and loose all conscience thought about their own actions that may be considered insanity for a moment. Insanity is a topic no one would be able fully contemplate.
2) I am seriously afraid of clowns...my reason, I watched the movie "It" when I was 3. I'm also terrible afraid of spiders (except the one that is living in my room named "Bob." There are many other things I'm scared of, like loosing my friends, my family and being abandoned when I'm in need....but I'm actually not afraid of death...which many people consider weird. Another thing that doesn't scare me is blood and guts...I watched to many kung fu flicks when I was a child to be scared by those things...I will admit that things that randomly pop out of no where do scare me..sometimes...
3) A good definition of madness for me is a person who doesn't believe in reality and someone who finds excitement is things that are disturbing and inhumane. A person to be mad to me would have to be living, just kidding. A person who is mad would be someone who doesn't understand what's right and wrong and does things that are immoral and terrible to society, the law, and just plain common sense.
4) I believe that people are driven mad by stress and some may be born with the insanity in their mind. If people get beyond angry and go into an intense frenzy and loose all conscience thought about their own actions that may be considered insanity for a moment. Insanity is a topic no one would be able fully contemplate.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Assingment #5
1) When you leave home, you always expect to come back at some point in time. Maria Gomez had expected that, at least, before she lost hope.
2) "Oof," A homeless woman sighed as she sat down on the side of the road. Maria Gomez, was her name, she had wanted to return home, but never did, and now she is out of home.
3) A racing car on the highway below sped past many like it, being followed by a troup of flashing cars. Maria Gomez had seen it before, so she just ignored the sirens and squealing tires as she sat there, alone, homeless, and hopeless.
4) The blowing wind surrounded the passerby's along the path, but lingered on one woman sitting on the side of the road, wanting to be back at home, but never returning.
5) A single tear escaped a homeless woman's eye, as she desperately tried to warm herself with the happy thoughts of home. The one home that she ever had, and would never return to.
2) "Oof," A homeless woman sighed as she sat down on the side of the road. Maria Gomez, was her name, she had wanted to return home, but never did, and now she is out of home.
3) A racing car on the highway below sped past many like it, being followed by a troup of flashing cars. Maria Gomez had seen it before, so she just ignored the sirens and squealing tires as she sat there, alone, homeless, and hopeless.
4) The blowing wind surrounded the passerby's along the path, but lingered on one woman sitting on the side of the road, wanting to be back at home, but never returning.
5) A single tear escaped a homeless woman's eye, as she desperately tried to warm herself with the happy thoughts of home. The one home that she ever had, and would never return to.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Assignment #4
Arnold is a creeper...he scares me...The story itself is pretty good...but Arnold Friend is a creepy dude...The story was intriguing, but the ending was unexpected and kinda strange. The plot was interesting and kinda difficult to find and understand, the setting wasn't the most descriptive, so it was kinda hard to picture. Connie seemed like an average girl going against her family a lot. Arnold...well...I think you know my opinion on him...as said above.
The setting in the second half is important because it shows that she was excited to be alone, but she was vulnerable being alone. When she is alone, Arnold showed up and well...the ending is the strange, especially when he gets her out of the house and takes her away from her home.
I think that at the end she gets willingly kidnapped, if that makes any sense... He persuaded her out of her house, after she gave up of course, and takes her away.
Elements of a great short story:
1) Intriguing characters
2) Enthralling plot
3) A first line that hooks you in
4) The element of surprise
5) An element of some emotion
6) A character that scares you
7) Some innocence
8) Some sort of action
9) Fight scenes
10) Life threatening trials.
The setting in the second half is important because it shows that she was excited to be alone, but she was vulnerable being alone. When she is alone, Arnold showed up and well...the ending is the strange, especially when he gets her out of the house and takes her away from her home.
I think that at the end she gets willingly kidnapped, if that makes any sense... He persuaded her out of her house, after she gave up of course, and takes her away.
Elements of a great short story:
1) Intriguing characters
2) Enthralling plot
3) A first line that hooks you in
4) The element of surprise
5) An element of some emotion
6) A character that scares you
7) Some innocence
8) Some sort of action
9) Fight scenes
10) Life threatening trials.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Assignment #3
For this assignment, I'm letting you guys choose which poems on my blog you want to use, because I don't know what are my strongest ones...I'm not that good at judging my own poetry...but anway, just pick which poems you want to use and have fun!
Jaa Matta!
~Elle
Jaa Matta!
~Elle
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