Saturday, December 18, 2010

Ideas for the future

Recently I have been contemplating the idea of getting some of my work published.
My mum has been nudging me in that direction for quite some time.
I have just spent the last hour perusing my literary works.
And personally, I don't think any of my work is good enough to be "officially" published.
My mum would beg to differ.
But, I think with some tweaking I might be open to the possibility.
So don't be surprised if one morning you open up your door, grab the paper, and see my face on it with the head line reading... "One Writes Overnight Success"........

..... Ok. Maybe not.
But, hey.
Anything is possible.

Friday, December 10, 2010

An Interior Monologue

I wrote this for my comp & lit class and I wanted to share.
:)

Interior Monologue
As Olivia from Twelfth Night
She watched as the messenger crossed the room. She noticed that his face had a solemn expression. She also noticed that his hands very shaking rapidly and his eyes were explicably drawn to the floor. He was nervous she concluded. This did not come as a shock. After all, she was a beautiful rich women. And that made even the bravest of men shake in their boots. This scrawny, little messenger boy was certainly not the bravest man. She doubted even his ability to hold a sword and shield.  
She straitened herself to receive the message. As the young boy spoke she could feel her heart literally sinking. Suddenly she was unable to breathe. She spoke the words over and over in her head. Her beloved brother was dead. She instantly broke into tears. She cried herself to sleep for many nights after receiving the news. 
The morning of his funeral she got up, dressed herself, then some how managed to collect her emotion and arrive with out a tear in sight. Of course no one would really notice she supposed. After all, her face was hidden by a black veil. She wanted everyone in the whole world to know that she was in mourning. As they walked towards the plot the priest sang the usually burial hymns. She had heard them many times before but, this time was different. This time she was met with feelings of gloom and misery. She did not know that a heart could contain so much emotion. She thought for sure that it was going to burst. 
As the processional continued she became more and more aware of her surroundings. The crunch of the leaves under her foot. The glassy effect the dew made on the tall blades of grass. The shadows that the tall trees of the old cemetery cast. And for the first time she became aware of a sound. This sounds was familiar to her. It was the sound of wailing. Those around her were crying. 
There are no words that can accurately express her grief and sorrow as they lowered his body into the cold wet ground of the cemetery. She remembered all the lovely times she had shared with her now dead brother. But, these joyous memories were not enough to draw her out of her despair. She left feeling desolate. Her heart was full of woe.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

15 hours.

15 hours and still sleep is evading me.
I have given up.
I am quite sure during the day I will consume more then a couple cups of coffee.
I am all dressed for a morning jog.
Just waiting for my momma to wake up so I can tell her where I am going.
My sleeping seems to have been replaced with an epiphany.
Now granted this could have also come from the lack of sleep but...

I lay here with a renewed sense of purpose.
I suddenly a whole new set of goals for my life.
I feel like I could conquer the world.
I realized that my life is so much better spent being active, reading, cooking, studying, and trying to grow in God.
I am going try my hardest to get active, get going, and get on with my life.
For to long have I sat in one state of mine.
Its time to move.
Starting with a run.
Ok.
Well, jog/walk.
But, one day I will be able to run the whole way around my neighborhood.
One day I will wake up (having gotten a good night of sleep), walk out the door, and run.

I am running to a whole to way of life.
A whole new thought process.

Monday, December 6, 2010

My Nerdy Fairy Tale

I wrote this last year but, I still love it to this day!

My Nerdy Fairy Tale

 I have found the saying “birds of a feather flock together” to be completely and utterly true. James and I were dubbed “the class nerds” from the very first day of our Junior year. We were the only two kids that came in wearing white polo shirts, tube socks, and Khaki pants that were held up by spenders. Our clothing made for a good distraction from the real problem, our face. Both of us also had a pair of round, thick, black rimmed glasses that had white athletic tape on the bridge. A face full of ache and braces completed the “dork” look. 
Like most nerd, James and I were very smart and totally devoted to our studies. Honor roll, A+ report cards, science fair... the whole enchilada. Marine Biology was our thing. We lived, breathed, and ate marine biology. Every single day that we weren’t in school we were at the beach. We would wade in the crystal clear blue water of the Florida Keys looking for any signs of life. Wether it be a plankton, like a jellyfish, or a Nekton, like a stingray, we loved it all. Not only were fascinated with the ocean itself but, we loved the shore. After a little digging we were sure to find some infaunas hidden in the sand like clams, whelks, and sometimes phoronid worms. 
We spent nearly every waking moment together. The inevitable was bound to happen. We fell in love. Sweet, pure, innocent, nerd love. After all, we were perhaps the only people who understood each other. When I would pull out my magnifying glass, instead of asking why I even had one of those in my purse, he would simply says “great idea” and from his pocket he would pull out one of his own. 
On school days, we would write notes to each other but, not in class of course. We left them in the other’s locker. And in between classes I would run to mine, open it up, and joyously read the note that was left inside. Who knew that ordinary collage ruled paper could make my heart skip a beat. Each and every note had a reference to marine biology. On day after pre-calculus I found a note that read, “Your love is keeping me buoyant in the oceans of life.” I had a smile on my face the rest of the day. My absolute favorite note I ever got said, “Our love, which at first was only the size of a mere picoplankton, has now grown so large that scientists are baffled at this occurrence, after thought and further examination they had declared our love to have gigantism.” 
On our first anniversary I got James a brand new microscope that on the side had engraved in blue letter “Just like the process of upwelling you have brought feelings of love to the surface of my very being. I love you deeper than the ocean! Happy anniversary.” Even after graduation, we were inseparable, like epifauna. We both attended Miami University and planned to majored in, what else, Marine Biology. 
Two weeks before graduation James and I travelled up to Jacksonville to visit my family. James only came along because I didn’t want to drive all that way, there and back, by myself, or at least that’s what I thought. After a lovely evening and intellectual conversation at Ruth Chris, James took me for a walk on the beach. At some point he stopped, took me hard, and stared straight into my eyes. Then in one swift motion he got down on one knee and began to speak.
“Just like the continental shelf is the beginning of a long slope toward the deep depths of the ocean. The first time I saw you through my spectacles it send me on a path towards the deep depths of love. You are my photophore in this dark world. You love me just for me, suspenders and all. Would you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” And without another word he opened the little velvet blue box that held the ring. Any ring would have done but, he went above and beyond. A three carat diamond ring in a platinum setting. The stone was flanked by two perfect pearl. The jewels of the sea
Vocab:
Plankton - Marine organisms that cannot swim strongly enough to move against the ocean current
Nekton - Marine organisms that swim strongly enough to move against the ocean current
Infauna - Organisms that live under the sediments of an ecosystem. 
Buoyancy (buoyant) - To stay afloat 
Picoplankton - A tiny organism 
Gigantism - A situation in which an organism grows to an extreme size 
Upwelling - The process that carries colder, nutrient-rick water upward to a more shallow depth
Epifauna - Benthic animals that move about the surface of the sea bottom or are firmly attached to it
I know this is from chapter 9 but, I just wanted to let you know that I am retaining information :)
Continental Shelf - A gently sloping area, beginning at the point near land, just below the low-tide mark. 
 Deep Ocean - Where light is not abundant. Located below the mesopelagic and extends down to the ocean floor 
Photophores - Organs that produce light. 

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Smile, its cold weather.

A warm red glow is being cast by the flickering fire.

The burning hot rays of the sun have pasted.

Now the air is cool and crisp.

Sweaters are finally getting to see the light of day.

Out of the black abyss know as a closets.

In go the daisy dukes and tube tops of past summer days.

Peppermint mocha coffee soothes my raw throat.

The snowman decorations are placed high upon the mantle.

Hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

My mind is a buzz of continual carols.

Fa La La La La.....La La La La

Rejoice.

The tide is turning.

Smile.

The weather is cold.

Believe and pray.

That it lasts.