Haikus...

When I'm bored in class, I tend to write haikus. This past week especially, my haiku writing has increased twofold, possibly due to the teacher-in-service on friday (:D)
Here are a few of them.

1. Gnawing at my insides
The loathsome, vile C Lunch
Hunger you devil.

2. Take red and yellow,
Add some orange, green, purple,
and blue: a rainbow!

3. AP Chem:
Delta H sub F,
When will this suffering end?
Oh yes, after May.

4. Soft snow swirling,
Outside, a small brown doe stares
At the breaking dawn.

5. Snow on the windshield
As I am driving, homebound
Through the falling snow

Excited! :D

Ahh~ My friend gave me this fancy bookmark as a (really) belated b-day present! I love it and can't wait to use it! :D

Bravo Quarter Rose~

I really enjoyed Quarter Rose's Idea prompt:

How does McCarthy's portrayal of the modern western myth compare and contrast to the typical idea associated with the "American western myth?"

I really was impressed with the depth of this prompt. I would begin with the oddly uneventful opening and then expand upon the anticlimactc death of Blevins. These would be two examples contrasting the typical western myth. However, the novel did portray a man's search for his love, Alejandra. This would be a similarity between the two.

"He thought about Alejandra and he remembered her the first time he ever saw her passing along the cienaga road in the evening with the horse still wet from riding it in the lake."

“He rode with the sun coppering his face and the red wind blowing out of the west across the evening land and the small desert birds flew chittering among the dry bracken and horse and rider and horse passed on and their long shadows passed in tandem like the shadow of a single being. Passed and paled into the darkening land, the world to come.”

I thought this was the perfect image to represent the final lines of the novel. It shows a beautifully red sunset with three horses silhouetted in the foreground. For me, it shows promise of an optimistic, unknown future. (:

Bird.

Poe-etic, by Joao Lauro

Super Bowl Predictions?

I, quite frankly, couldn't care less about the outcome of the game. Actually, I don't even know which two teams are playing Sunday. However, I do care about the commercials! :DD

This is my favorite commercial from last year:

A Super Bowl commercial is 3 million dollars! :O

I read that GM has five of them this year. Wow.

~xE_Ax

Green Emotion

Green, I see all around.
This emotions drapes me and reflects all around.
You might think its nature's wonder,
Or God's well-thought design.
No, green is the light of my life,
Green is the colour of my mind,
Green is the way of my mind.
Story books say jealousy kills you.
But in its shade i grow,
to be better than all of you.

Shadows on the Wall

I stay wide awake,
there are blinking lights in the dark.
I blink my eyes more.
Leaves me wondering whether the pace matches.
There is a bee's animated dance in my mind.
I thrash it into pulp to shut the hum in my ears.
Blood crawls out through my ears.
I wonder why?
I touch on my ears.
I can feel the sloshy liquid on my fingers,
But cannot see the wild red.

Blinking lights in the dark.
My eyes shutter repeatedly.
up and down.
Up and down.

I fix my sight into the air,
my eyes roll around.
Blank goes my thin memory

I can see shadows on the wall.
They are ghosts of my past.
They trail into my memory chip,
I magically try to block them away.

Sweat beads tremble on my forehead!
While i hear someone scream,
"Mad mind"!

Why can't math be this fun?

Ok I KNOW this isn't Lit related, but I felt a compelling urge to share this video with everyone. It's simply amazing.

Anyway I've subscribed to her- and I suggest you do the same. Her videos are great! :D

The Reading Challenge Part Uno.

So I've been reading The Master by Colm Toibin. It's quite good! I really like the writing style; it's oddly formal, but at the same time strangely addicting. It's technically pop-fiction, but there are some passages that are really quite beautiful.

Here's a passage I enjoyed:
"He loved walking up and down the room, beginning a new sentence, letting it snake ahead, stopping it for a moment, adding a phrase, a brief pause, and then allowing the sentence to gallop to an elegant and fitting conclusion. He felt now that all of his working life had been leading up to this loud freedom, and after a few months he knew that he would not be able to return to pen and paper, to unmechanical solitude." ~pg 120

I'm renting The Master from Mr. Hill's library. If you're interested in reading the book, that's where to find it! (Once I'm done, of course.) :D
~xE_Ax

Snowmageddon! How did you spend it?

For the past three days, it seems that I have had all the freedom in the world. However, I don't think I utilized this freedom to the best of my ability. For the first two days of the Snowpocalypse, I actually studied. That's right. Studied. I had a huge chem test and a math make up test to study for, and studying for those tests really took up most of my first two days. By the third day, however, I'd had enough. I woke up, found no one at home, realized there was a closing, and made my way down to the basement where I played video games for the rest of the day. My Wii broke, so I resorted to playing my awesome GameCube. I played Luigi's Mansion, Super Smash Bros, and Paper Mario and the Thousand Year Door. Yup, I had a Mario-themed day. Classic.

~xE_Ax

I'm speechless.

AMAZING. I applaud these people for making such a great movie for such a great cause~!