Reel Life

• My Favorite movie is Fifty First Dates. I like this movie because it has Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore in it. They are my favorite actors and I find the movie funny. There is a lot of emotion in it and I like the story of it. The end I find sad and that’s the only part I don’t like about it.
• The movies that I don’t care for are horror. I just don’t like the gore and fear.
• For me to watch a movie I need friends or family, food and decent lighting.
• The quiz says I am 0% extroverted. 67% agreeable. 58% conscientious. 75% open to new experiences. And then there are 10 reasons why I watch movies. 50% pleasure seeking. Nostalgia 10%. Catharsis 40% meaning I watch it to suffer and suffer with the characters. Sensation seeking 0%. 50% Artistic. Information seeking 5%. Boredom avoidance 65%. Socialization 55%.
• If my life was made into a movie, Nina Dobrev would play me. The main plot would be the main character struggling to get through life with many ups and downs, and never knowing what to expect.

Color Story

I look up to the bright blue sky. I pop a blueberry into my mouth and continue spacing out. My sapphire ring glints in the sun. As I lay on the semi hard ground, I think of Alice in Wonderland and the funny caterpillar. I let out a giggle and sit up.

I look into my cat’s gorgeous emerald eyes. Patting her soft head I look around in the lush grass surrounding us, seeing if there’s anything for her to chase. Then I see someone I know with another someone I know, jealousy courses through my veins. I find a bright colored leaf and shred it. Anger and sadness flow through my body.

Enraged and seeing red I storm over to him and push him. He falls as if in slow motion. When he picks himself up he’s bleeding. Anger and pain flashes in his eyes. Terrified I touch his wound and he slaps my hand away, before laying in the grass.

For a split second my world goes black. The world is spinning around me. I kneel down next to him and see his eyes are shut. Slowly I push his eyelid up and see it’s void of any life. I’m close to passing out, with a rush of speed I propel myself away from him.

Two weeks later my world is a bleak gray. Finding out from the new he was stabbed. I hadn’t killed him- It was that other person. I should be happy to know I hadn’t killed him, but I’m not. The love of my life is gone forever and he didn’t even know I liked him.

The Poor Caged Bird

The Poor Caged Bird

I know why the caged bird sings

He sings for freedom.

He wants to be free, and fly into the blue sky.

He sings for adventure.

He sings for happiness.

He sings for all of his hopes and dreams to come true.

I sing for freedom and happiness as well.

Being caged shows how little a life you have.

It proves you are always being watched and not trusted.

It shows people love you, but from a distance.

The caged bird sings for freedom and happiness, but will never get that.

Questions and Answers

Questions and Answers

1. We talked about the title of Maya Angelou’s first autobiography I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. What did Angelou say is the reason a caged bird sings? What does that mean? Do you agree with or understand that idea?

Angelou said that the reason the caged bird sings is because it is singing for freedom. It means that the bird does not want to be in the cage and wants out so it’s chirping, is bird screams but we don’t hear that, instead we hear a pretty chirping noise. I agree and understand that idea. I mean I never thought about that before but now that I have I believe it.

7. Angelou says she often has “total recall” of the events in her life. Are you a person who remembers everything or someone who remembers almost nothing? Which is better to be? Which periods or times in your life are clearest? Fuzziest? Do you have better recall of the times you consider happy or the ones you consider sad or embarrassing or uncomfortable or humorous?

I’m a person who remembers almost everything. I think it’s better to be one to remember some but not all. The clearest time I remember is my childhood. Yes there was good in it but a lot of sad. It gets fuzzy when I really try to remember specific things. I have a better time remembering sad times. I don’t really like that though.

9. Angelou plays solitaire with a deck of cards to occupy her “small mind” when she is trying to get focused to write. What things do you do to occupy your small mind in a positive way? What are your biggest distractions when you need to get something done?

Things I do to occupy my “small mind” are listening to music and writing my stories. Some of my biggest distractions are really anything. At times I can be easily distracted.

10. Angelou quotes Nathaniel West as saying, “Easy reading is damned hard writing”and says writing is “just hard work, you know?” Do you agree with this? What is easiest and hardest to you about writing? Is writing hard work?

I agree with the quote because I write stories and when the reading is easy it’s hard to think of what to write when you are trying to make it simple and easy. And writing is hard work if you aren’t really into it. When you aren’t into it nothing seems to work, and you end up getting easily frustrated. It’s hard to think what you want to happen next and how to say it.

Dream Threads

Last night I had a crazy dream. I dreamt that I was in my room getting ready for bed when all of a sudden my bedroom window opened and this guy came in demanding for my phone. Terrified I gave it to him and he started shining a light in my eye, blinding me. Falling backwards I smash my head into something. I let out a wail and touch my head. It’s wet with blood. I fall onto my bed and cry out of terror and pain. The bright light turns off, leaving me laying there blinking away the colors swirling around in front of me. The man comes in focus and steps toward me. “Maybe you should listen to me next time.” He tells me with anger lacing his voice. Confused, I slowly nod my head at him and he disappears. I rub my face and look around for him but he’s nowhere to be seen. Shrugging my shoulders, I go to sleep. But the weird thing is my hair was plastered down against my head and my head was throbbing. Oh! And my eyes were puffy and red when I woke up this morning. And the other weird thing is there is a slight chill in the air…..

Dream Marks On My Pillow

To get a really good night’s rest I need silence. I have two kittens and they wake me up at ungodly hours of the night. The main culprit’s name is Stitch. He is an adorable tabby cat. At night he knocks my hamper over and pulls out all my socks, he knocks things off my shelves and tries to climb on top of them. I have a small black clock that sits on my desk and he knocks it to the floor. He will climb in my window and make my blinds make noise. Then he will leap down and his sister and him will chase one another around and race across my bed a few hundred times. Finally when I think they are done, I begin to drift to sleep only to be rudely awoken by Stitch scratching the wall or racing across my desk or dresser, or scaring me by pouncing from the floor to where my head rests with his claws outstretched. Night time is an awful time for me and I miss the silence but I love the company.

You are such a pest

All you do is keep me up

All i want is sleep

If I Were In Charge Of The World

If I Were In Charge Of The World

If I were in charge of the world

I’d cancel school,

Early mornings,

Rain checks and also

Sickness.

If I were  in charge of the world

There’d be less criminal

Less animal cruelty and

More love for everyone and everything.

If I were in charge of the world

You wouldn’t have to do boring chores.

You wouldn’t have to get upset.

You wouldn’t have vegetables.

Or “Excuse me, what did you say?”

You wouldn’t even have annoying adults around.

If I were in charge of the world

A barbecue chip would be a vegetable.

All horror movies would be ruined and thrown away.

And a person who sometimes forgot small things

And sometimes forgot to do something

Would still be allowed to be

In charge of the world.

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