Love to Know Slideshow

The Gift of Time

Many people often complain there isn't enough time in the day to get everything accomplished. If you were able to add an extra hour to the day, what would you do?

http://freelance-writing.lovetoknow.com/Slideshow:Daily_Writing_Prompts~6

If I were able to add an extra hour on to the day, I would spend more time doing things that I enjoy, without missing the much sleep.  I would definitely read more, especially during the school year, when I tend to have little time outside of school and homework.  Also, I would probably spend more time doing things that I need to, but tend to put off, like practicing my clarinet.  In addition I would sleep more on the weekends, since I would have the time to finish homework and projects.  However, even though sometimes an hour can seem like a long time, I feel like I would still want more time added on to the day to do everything that I wanted to do.  

Creative Contest III

Stress claims to bring better tomorrows.

Philosophy

Materialism: Materialism, or historical materialism,  is the idea that reality is only material and that, "There are no Gods or supernatural phenomenon. Ideas, dreams, etc. are all part of material reality".  This theory was introduced by Friedrich Engles, but Karl Marx joined in on the research portion.  Marx's theory stated that people must make anything they need, such as food, and reproduce themselves in ways that get them what they want. "For example, through practical everyday life wage- laborers reproduce themselves physically, i.e. work to earn money in order to buy food, shelter and clothing they need to survive".  I don't really agree with this theory, I think that there are definitely things that are beyond what you can physically see or feel, (or explain) and this theory doesn't explain those things.  I think that if everything is material and nothing is left to mystery, then what is the point of living, when, according to this theory, we are only here to work for what we can't live without and that's it.

http://www.marxmail.org/faq/historical_materialism.htm

TU Tuesday- Classified

Cite strong and thorough textual evidence to analyze what the text says explicitly and, then, what that infers about the subject as a whole.


Gorgeous strapless gown with some detail, and side rouching. Fitted through bodice and slight flare below the hips. Not a mermaid gown. Never worn. Size 4. Asking $500. Relocating and don't want to bring it. Located in Delmar.
http://timesunion.kaango.com/ad-wedding-gown-never-worn/20561581

THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL


The Past


The past is always something I struggle with.  I've never really been good at the whole "forgive and forget" saying that some people live by.  Maybe it was the fact that nothing truly bad has-had- ever happened to me, and I just focused in on the other things that I thought were the end of the world and refused to let them go.  Like when Heather Fogs and I wore the same dress to our Junior prom.  I was so upset that it took me until out 10 year reunion to even consider the idea that I really shouldn't be upset at her.  


But this was different.  I'd never had anyone do something to me that hurt me inside so much. For a week straight after what my friends now refer to as "The Incident", I sat in my house and refused to leave or talk to anyone.  I'd cried until I couldn't cry anymore.  My friends were okay with this at first, but after day five, they were starting to get annoyed.  I'm not sure they really understood what he'd meant to me and to lose him so quickly, to lose him because he wanted someone else, a few days of recovery just wasn't going to cut it.


I was hesitant to put up the ad for my dress, the "gorgeous strapless gown with some detail, and side rouching", but after a while I couldn't stand to wake up and look at it every morning, just hanging in my closet along with my everyday clothes.  I tried moving it to the garage at one point, but it still reminded me of him; Leo.  I had decided to let go of him, but as soon as I wrote the words "never worn", I lost it.  


It was my idea really, to go.  I just could't stand to be in my house, I just felt as though I was trapped memories that just kept replaying though my mind. Especially the one I wish I'd forget, from the night of "the Incident".  No one was happy when I shared my plans two weeks ago at our monthly girl's night out.  Actually, most of them were angry with me, telling me that I hand't given myself enough time to get over him, but I knew that I had to go.  I was tired of being "Located in Delmar" and wanted to just be done and gone already.  


The next night I finally typed up my listing for the dress; "Relocating and don't want to bring it", I'd rather just leave it in the past with him.

Q= Quesadillas

• 1 lb. ground beef or chicken- The chicken sizzles as it hits the grill after being marinated for a weekend in order to make the perfect spiedies.  Gray smoke circles up through a few thin branches of a nearby tree into the pure blue sky hanging overhead.  A tradition started by the generation before them, the children stand by taking in the perfect scene of a group of old friends talking and laughing as though they were still in their twenties.   Overlooking the calm lake named for a king of England, a cool breeze drifts up the steep incline from the docks to their temporary home.  A long day of playing in the sand and on various playgrounds makes the sunburned faces happy to be able to sit and relax for a while.

• 1 pkg. of taco seasoning- Spiciness brings memories of visiting the grandparents down south, sarcasm and sass being the language of the family.  Heat radiating from everything that moves outside of the air-conditioned house, car, and very building you step into.  For the New Yorkers confusion had set in the minute they looked out their windows and saw less pools than they had in their home state, but a simple explanation of the abundant poisonous snakes and such critters makes them never want to leave the safe haven of air conditioning, just like the locals.  

• 1 sm. can refried beans-  The heat of a summer afternoon picnic under a weeping willow on the front lawn.  Eating only cut up fruit for an early dinner on a worn blanket, where the grass pokes through, tickling your legs.   Silliness leads to laughter from two little girls waiting for their parents to be ready to make the walk around the corner to the dirt hill so that they can play until the mosquitos appear.

• 1/2 lb. Shredded cheese- As the green grass is chopped to the perfect length by the lawn mower, the scent drifts into the house through the open windows and doors.  Children run, barefoot, between lawns, playing tag in the warm sun.  When the heat finally gets to them, a light blue pool invites them to run home and change into colorful bathing suits, pausing only to ask a parent to supervise.  They stay in until their fingers and toes are wrinkled like a raisin or until a call for dinner beckons, leaving with a promise to meet after for an after-dark edition of their afternoon.

• 1 pkg. of tortillas- Flat like the big backyard covered in fresh white snow, large footprints make a path for the smaller ones to follow.  A slippery, icy, sled track leads down the hand made ramp to the middle of the yard, where a myriad of footprints have gathered. It takes no time at all for the little girls and their playmates to uncover the circular trampoline at the edge of the yard, making room so they can jump in their heavy snow boots and land in the white padding to make snow angels.

http://www.cookbooks4sale.com/displayRecipe.php?rid=12413&by=alpha

Famous Poem Starters

An Old Man 

Once upon a midnight dreary,

while I pondered weak and weary

about all the things I'd wished I'd done-

 way back when I could still have fun- 

a man of eighty, knocked upon my door.

He asked of me if I had an answer for 

why no one could help him,

as his days were growing slim.

Seeing that I had no reply,

he screeched of the end growing nigh,

how his wasted days

had gone by in blaze

and  how he wanted nothing less

than to stop and express 

how the longer you let time go,

the fewer things you will know.

After I'd asked the man to leave

I sat, wondering if I should believe

in the old man

or stick to my original plan. 

As I sit here now, looking back on life, I regret

all the great moments that I'd let

slip by for no reason, 

one after another, season after season.

Nursery Rhymes ARE Relevant to Life

Boys and girls, come out to play

Boys and girls, come out to play.
The moon doth shine as bright as day!
Leaves your supper and leave your sleep,
And come with your playfellows into the street.
Come with a whistle,

Come with a call,
Come with a good will, or not at all.

This rhyme (while I don't think it's intended to) makes me think of my extremely busy life, as well as other teenager's busy lives.  Especially the line "leaves your supper and leave your sleep", since I have recently been eating dinner quickly or on the run because of extra-curricular activities or homework.  Also, with my busy schedule there seems to never be time to sleep.   The line "And come with your playfellows into the street" makes me think of walking out to the bus every morning and how other people are doing the same thing at about the same time.

http://www-personal.umich.edu/~pfa/dreamhouse/nursery/rhymes/goodwill.html