Araby

When I eat a piece of dark chocolate, there is total enjoyment and pleasure that overtakes my senses.So to me THERE IS A POINT to eating a dark chocolate bar. But when I eat milk chocolate there is no point for me, it is too sweet and makes me feel sick, I eat this because I want dark chocolate, it is a bad imitation to the real chocolate. I realize this is a personal opinion and most people out there love milk chocolate, chocolate is up for interpretation just like art and literature. I have been to the Louvre and seen the Mona Lisa ( which is also my moms name) to me the Mona Lisa wasn't as amazing as I thought it would be, in fact it was my least favorite painting that I saw when I was there. Most people disagree with me and that's fine, I am not a trained artist and know hardly anything about art, but I can still have an opinion. Araby my be beautiful to other readers, but to me it left me wanting more. I wished I was reading Romeo and Juliet or some other great love story instead.

Araby star crossed lover

The Brothers Karamazov

I must say that I love Fyodor Karamazov, or I guess I should say his character. He is not afraid to live out his actions no matter the consequences, he abandoned his children, get a homeless woman pregnant and many other horrible things, but I must say so far in the book he is my favourite. He is what I want to be, but at the same time he is what I am scared to be. I love his passion and how he calls people out.In the chapter "Alyosha in his fathers house" Fyodor says " A sinful life is sweet, you know and although they all say they disapprove every one of them lives sinfully." He had no shame in the life that he lives, which is something to admire, and to be scared of at the same time. He admits what he is, and that what I admire.

Why do we want to be believe?

I can't help but think as I read Cinderella, Little Red Riding hood and all the stories that go along with them, about how all the main characters are tricked or deceived. In the Story "Wolfland" the grandmother was tricked by her husband. He brought her beautiful fruit , and below the fruit he hid his whip, which started the lifetime of beating for her. The grandmother in turn deceives her granddaughter and has her drink a flower liqueur which will bring out the wolfe in her. The granddaughter knew something was suspect but she drank it anyways. Adam and Eve, Eve knew not to eat the fruit but the snake deceived her, where was her women intuition? Don't we all sense when something is wrong? Don't we know not to believe? It's stories like the Disney's version of Cinderella that lead us to believe that their are exceptions in life. We all so desperately want to have the fairy tell, we will listen to lies and let ourselves believe them because its what we want. That is what makes Disney's story so timeless. I much prefer the stories with the juicy facts and all the indecency's that happen, it makes it REAL, It makes even the most unbelievable stories believable. Pull the curtain from in front of my eyes, I want to KNOW the truth, and not be deceived.

Eros and Psyche

I love all off the mythological stories we have read for class or that professor has told out loud in class. All of the tricking and scheming the gods are up too is so entertaining. Eros and Psyche, after I read the story, really had my thinking about the human nature of curiosity. We have all heard the saying" curiosity killed the cat" but what does that really mean? Being a women I love to gossip and find out what is going on in everyones else's life, but I find myself wondering why? It seems my curiosity is in such things that are really quiet pointless in the grand scheme of life. Why cant I be more curious about math? or possible physics? It seems the human nature in all of is curious about items that do us no good. I hope to point my curiosity in the right direction!

people my say that Im a dreamer, but Im not the only one.

Last night I finally remembered my dream. I was in Thailand on my honeymoon, and it was extremely hot. My husband and I rented a scooter and went cruising around Phuket. While we were on the scooter we went over a speed bump and I went flying off of the scooter. I had broken my leg and arm, and we had no idea who to call or where a hospital was.At this point is when I wake up and realize my arm is really hurting. The end

First memory

I have two memories that stand out to me when I look back at my childhood and think about what I remember first.

I remember when I was about 4 years old, there were 8 people all crowded into my parents one bedroom house, and I just had this feeling that I needed to escape. I grabbed my tattered barbie doll and my older sister Abby, and we ran outside and climbed up a GIANT pine tree. You see being very young and small , I was fearless and could climb where most people couldn't, or so I thought. Abby and I climbed till there was no where left to climb, and then we pulled out our barbie dolls thinking we had escaped and we were alone. All of a sudden I looked down and realized our older brother had followed us in hopes we would let him play with our barbies. Abby and I thought it was gross that our brother wanted to play with us, but we let him anyway. We played up in the tree till night and then we walked back inside the house, and i realized my hair was covered in sap. My Mom saw all the sap and quickly pulled out her scissors and cut off all my hair. I looked like a boy, but I didn't mind, as long has I still had my pine tree to climb.

My second memory is around the same age I think. I was outside playing on the dirt with my favorite stick when I realized my Dad was burning, tree branches and weeds in a pile. I hopped and jumped my way over to the fire and started playing around the fire.My parents had 6 kids at this time so they never could keep track of all of us(usually me) so I ended up playing to close to the fire and caught my favorite stick on fire! Oh no! I tried to get the fire off my stick by shaking it, which caused the top to break off, my to trip and the stick to fall on my foot, burning it badly. I screamed and yelled for what seemed like forever, until my brother came and carries me inside. The end

Groundhog day.

So Groundhog day was on Tuesday, Monday night I set my alarm for 6:00 am and had every intention of springing up out of bed the moment I heard it. Its 6:00 am, I hit snooze for 20 minutes, then I slowly drag myself to the bathroom, take a shower for 10 minutes, brush my teeth for three( I have a timer on my toothbrush, it's pretty nice). I then go to my kitchen and add water to my teapot, boil water make some tea and instant oatmeal, and drive to school to print off my assignment for my geography class. While I am printing my report i sign into Facebook and chat with my brother for 5 minutes. Once my report is finished I walk to the Library and get a cup of black coffee to attempt to wake myself up. This was my first time having the library's coffee and was very disappointed bye how watery it was. So I walk over to Leon Johnson hall with my bad coffee in hand and sit by a girl who is trying to finish drawing her map before she turns in her report, she looks at me says "Hi, do you know where Spain is on the map?" I say yes, and happily help locate Spain and several other countries on the map for here. Class seemed longer than normal, and I found myself paying enough attention to disagree with my professor, he listed the main reason(he said politically incorrect too) that England had not switched to the pound, instead off the Euro like most countries in the EU, was a pride issue. Hmm I think it might be more economical, but I dutifully took notes in case it would be on my midterm the following week. After class I walked back to the library and read some homework, and listened to some conversations. I set the alarm on my phone so I could read without checking the time, that way when the alarm goes off i start to walk to class. My next class started at 10 I sat by Kristina, and we talked about how we wished we would have a pop quiz , so we wouldn't have to listen to lecture. Oh well no such luck but we still can dream. After class was over I walked over to the Sub and read some of my Brothers Karamazov, while eating a salad. I read 2 chapters and then I walked over to my math class. I hate my math class and was thinking that the entire time I was walking. I walked into Wilson with about 45 minutes before class started and decided to read my plant biology book. Once the time was up for class I walked down the hall and sat in the second row. I sat in math class staring at the girl next to me who was doing her chemistry homework and wondered how she was passing math if she wasn't paying attention in class; but then I realized I was not paying attention in class, which could explain why I was having problems with my math homework. After math class was over I walked to my plant science class which I love! And took notes like a mad women and drank some water. after class I went to the Main Street Gym and worked out for an hour and then set in the sauna for 45 minute and read the brothers Karamazov. After the gym I drove to Safeway very thirsty and bought 3 bottles of water. I drank one bottle of water as I was driving back to school.I drove around campus looking for parking and found an awesome spot close to the library I jumped for joy once I got out of my car and headed to the library to study for a test. I left school around 10 and headed home. I had a snack brushed my teeth and went to the bathroom before bed. When I was in bed I turned on the tv and to my surprise groundhogs day was on bravo! So I watched the movie till I fell asleep. This assignment made me realize how much I people watch, and how mundane my life is. When i wrote down everything I did it made me realize that we have got our hands full with ourselves.