Monday, September 14, 2009

The Yellow Jeep With Black Stripes

Sentence: Tub had been waiting for an hour in the falling snow.

Waiting there, aimlessly, nowhere to go. Where are his parents? Nobody knows. Does he? Shivering, pacing, and trying to swipe the snow off his brand new shoes. Tick tock. Time goes as fast a snail can travel across the world. Cars go by and yet the yellow jeep with black stripes is not one of them. The snow comes down softly, yet it hit his skin like a burn from a trampoline. Tub watches every flake as it flies past his face by the 60 mph breeze. The wind is carrying leaves and soft bristles from the trees whipping him in the face, as he stands their waiting for someone to pick him up. He spots a car, making its way up the windy road down below, he looks down with his eyes open wide. Is it his car? No. He walks away, not looking back, mad at the world. Why doesn’t anyone care about me? Why won’t they give me a cell phone? A million questions are going on in his head right now. Angry and confused, his cheeks begin to turn bright red; the color of a fly just being stepped on by a 6-foot size shoe. Black stripes appeared out of nowhere. They came around the bend as if they had been waiting for the right time to approach. Tub calmed down. He was no longer stuck in the middle of powdered ice. He was in a safe car ready to go home and snuggle in his bed with foot warmers nestled inside his socks.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Lies Lies and more Lies

Lies are a thing of human nature. EVERYONE tells them. No matter how big, small, fat, skinny. It's common knowledge. Everyone lies. When I was a little girl I always wanted to believe that when I make a wish at 11:11 then my wish will come true. Ever since I was a little girl I believed when you make a wish, it will always come true. Now I see that in reality, wishes don't just come true. You have to make them come true because I honestly don't believe in miracles. If something magical happens to me, I don't believe that a "miracle" has happened. I just think that karma is finally seddling in. A lie that I once told where I've been caught was when I told my dad I wasn't texting in the car. He told me that since I was in trouble, the whole ride home from Tahoe, I wasn't allowed to text anybody. Just listen to my Ipod. Since I have an Iphone, I realized he would never notice if I just texted because I would say I was just looking up a new song to play. Despite my actions, he asked me at the end of the trip to see my phone. He saw my texts. I had straight up lied to his face after he deliberatly told me not to text. I got in a lot of trouble, and even more trouble, since I was already in trouble. Another time where I had been believed when I told a lie was when I told my dad I went to bed 5-6 hours later than I had told him. He never found out the real truth because if he had than I would have been a lot of trouble. Sounds like he punishes me a lot huh? No, I just need to be more disciplined when I am around him.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Jonah at MHS

If narrated by Jonah, I think life at MHS would be very different. If all Bokonists ran MHS, since in Jonah’s opinion, the teachers would be like “Bokonons,” and they would be teaching their students in class trying to become Bokonists. Jonah would probably have Mr. **** as the ambassador of the “island.” Since he doesn’t leave his office normally. He doesn’t teach any classes, but yet all of his wisdom is spread throughout the school. I think the classes would function all around lies. The teachers would teach them the wrong things and say it’s the right thing. What do the students know? Just how in Cat’s Cradle, when you’re taught something and you don’t have the evidence to say it’s wrong, you just believe it. For example, with the ice-nine. It started out as such a made belief object, but then through Jonahs writing, he transformed it into a real live substance.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Chapter One- Call me...

Call me Elle. Elle is the name and it will always be the same. My parents didn't really give a damn to make my actual name longer because they felt it would be a lot easier to just give me a two syllable, 4 letter name. Boring? Think again. Not only does it really have just two letters, but it is also a palindrome. E l l e spelled backwards is just Elle right?
Listen here, 200 years from now, nothing from my life is going to even matter. I am going to be far dead and my spirit will just be flying around the earth. What will be left? Who knows because since no one I know will be alive, i guess i will never know. Since that nonsense about the future is basically a bunch of bologna, I am going to tell you about my life.
(start of next chapter)