Bummer..

As we're all talking about books and whatnot, I've come to realize I don't read any of the sort. The only ones I ever remember reading by my own choice are like, Goosebumps. Although that makes me chuckle, it really makes me think of how analystic I am of other's writing. I'd rather be the writer, the creator. As I read other work, I'll end up thinking about what I would have done, how it could be better. Not in a pessimistic way, yet I'm alwys pushing for the best. Then I started thinking about my favorie movie and which could possibly be written as a book. First to come to mind is American Beauty (1999).

"American Beauty is a 1999 drama film set in modern American suburbia. Starring Kevin Spacey and Annette Bening, it was the feature film debut for writer Alan Ball and director Sam Mendes. A massive success both critically and commercially, all four were nominated for Academy Awards, and the film won a total of five including Best Picture."
- Wikipedia.

So if a writer wrote this, I guess that's pretty close to being a book! Erhm! So I can start now.


Normality is a flaw. Superficiality is in the way of bliss. Return to the years you love. Be who you want to, before it's too late. Don't take life so seriously, no one ever made it out alive.

CUT SHORT. I'll go on later.

Guitar solo! Take the lead!

Today is rather dull. In comparison to most other days, anyway. I don't have much to say for that, so lets talks about guitars. I've been playing ever since I could even hold a guitar. I started taking guitar, and music for that matter, seriously at the young age of 8. I've put some of my songs onto an actual CD before. I've accomplish some big goals. I didn't make any money out of it though, DRATS! Seriously, I at least can say I did what all the other pros have. I'm still young, who knows how much farther I'll go. I've been out of the loop of my music for awhile. I'm on downtime between bands as of now. I'm just practicing to myself and searching, freely, for a band that suits me best. Thats the hardship of music. Finding other people with such precisely similar tastes as you. Well, I got off of the guitar talk, so.. I own a three thousand dollar guitar. Which I bought at a flea market for 175. What a steal! It's a 1970 Ibanez Stratocaster. The whole thing is custom. It really is a relic of time. Short story of the business, Fender made the first Stratocaster and had the rights to it. Ibanez made theirs, and got sued for doing so. So, there's not many under the Ibanez label. Of course now all you have to do is change the sizes of guitars within millimeters and you won't get in any trouble so this really isn't a concern anymore. Yet, aged guitars have a unique sound. This one is well built, althought made in Japan. However, it's not like it was manufactured in a factory. Ibanez is obviously a Japanese name, it's all hand built. I got really lucky. However, I want to sell it. I have another guitar, and I need money for a car, ha! So I'll probably sell it, buy a car, rely on my back up guitar and wait for a band until I buy a brand new guitar. That's it for my 10 minutes. DA-DA-DITTY-DAT-DAT THAT'S ALL FOLKS!

PS
Go me and my inability to listen to instructions and posted this as a reply. XD Even the greatest of diamons are flawed. So, pft! Anyways. Question to all of you, do you play any instruments? If so, what do you own? .. and how long have you been playing for?

In response to the staring activity:

It was entertaining. I'm really curious how I'm described. Sure it was odd staring at someone and printing their vibrant colors of life into mere black ink and white paper. I do not know how others comprehend me. Which is why I'm unnerved with curiosity as to what I'm made out to be abroad of within myself. I'm sure my facial piercings would be a dead ringer of who I am. Or my scruff of an ongoing growth of a beard (Father Time has nothing one me!). Most might not know, I actually have a mohawk; which I lay flat. I do have thick eyebrows, my eyes are one of a kind. They're a forest emerald green when looked at close. Yet hold a sort of Amber, hazing them in a dark tint. My face has very sharp features. If I shaved, did my hair right, took out the piercings.. I do look rather up-kept and snobby. My ears seems big, because as said I have a mohawk and the sides of my head are shaved and my hair seems thin when laid down across. It's an illusion, because of what you don't realize to be true. In actuality, they're small, sharp and elf-like, ha. My cheek bones are very high set, and really sharp; narrow as well. My skin is very pale. I choose to be. Naturally I can tan easily, I am very much Italian as it is (second generation from Italy. My grandparents don't speak English at all). My hair itself is thick and slightly wavy. I work with what it is, and let it be natural. I do have streaks of blond in it; which are fading away. My hair is naturally very dark and easily calmed by sunlight to create a very dusky faded brown. Lacking shine yet full of luster. My hair is coarse, only nice to the touch if wet. Although I don't like my hair, it beats the option of shaving my head and/or becoming bald. I adore the look of a worn hard worker with personality oozing from my prowess. My piercings flaunting a blunt strong individual, my beard holding a symbol of my maturity and growth and my sharp features to show wit and intelligence. While my hair gives off my hippie life style of choice; being natural that is. As well as showing my sense of edge within the style of a mohawk. Everything I do is with reasoning. I look the way I do because I choose to be this way. I like the way I look. I'm an acquired taste. Some may find me attractive, others do not. With my looks, I wish to show who I am, not to show my beauty. My beauty rests within. Although it's easy to misunderstand me, I look for approval only when I look into a mirror. This sort of leaves nothing to reply to. I'm just ranting to express how I feel about myself and how I choose to portray myself to the world via my body.

Our class seems very diverse of personalities. Each description will more than likely be easily spotted.

PS
Since I didn't give anything to reply to.. I ask, is my description how you see me in your eyes? Or do you suddenly unravel more of who I am through this? Thanks for reading this. It seems to be a bit long. Yet, at least it was entertaining. Right, right? Ha. Tah tah! :]

In class: Fantasy

As I read first, I noticed to the listener I was very misunderstood. Instead of using many ridiculous words, I did use a few though, I concentrated with intellectual words and enhanced my abstract mode. Simply, it was a tale of me restoring myself into some new living creature. That I might end up a plant, or something completely new. Also, that no matter what I'd become, I'd always have a conscious mind. Very abstract, as I said. It was a very original concept and because of which I may expand this to a much longer story. Unlike most of the other stories read aloud, mine held no concrete place or any traces of being well defined. It was able to be interpretive individually. To me, that's more tangible when you're able to "play" with what a writer teases your mind with, rather than a writer giving away an exact setting and plot. I did have a guideline to the fantasy, however the rest was up to imagination and wonder. Looking back, I think the work put into this more skill than the actual writing. That's what I do, I use my ability as a writer to create the revolutionary ideals of styles of writing and all the details aside from the words read in literature. I'm cutting this short before I start to ramble. I just felt I had to share these thoughts with all of you, considering I didn't have time in class to.

PS
We should all post our own perceptions and conveyed messages we wanted to express in our fantasies. Share the writing if you wish, I just want to know how all of you put thought into your writing and what sort of ideals you have with writing. Also, feel free to share your thoughts on what I read to all of you.

Explanation of myself.

"Introversion is "the state of or tendency toward being wholly or predominantly concerned with and interested in one's own mental life". Introverts tend to be quiet, low-key, deliberate, and relatively less engaged in social situations. They often take pleasure in solitary activities such as reading, writing, drawing, watching movies, and using computers. The archetypal artist, writer, sculptor, composer and inventor are all highly introverted. An introverted person is likely to enjoy time spent alone and find less reward in time spent with large groups of people (although they tend to enjoy interactions with close friends, and are in many cases married). They prefer to concentrate on a single activity at a time and like to observe situations before they participate.

Introversion is not the same as shyness, though introverts may also be shy. Introverts choose solitary over social activities by preference, whereas shy people avoid social encounters out of fear.

An introvert is energized when alone. Introverts tend to "fade" when with people and can easily become overstimulated with too many others around. Introverts tend to think before speaking."

www.dictionary.com definition of introverted.

I prefer NOT to be alone. I'm NOT shy.Yet, I'm soft spoken. My words when spoken are brutal, blunt and cold; not in a rude manner though. I'm often left in thought so often that I merely forget to speak out and share those thoughts. I'm not obnoxiously loud and quick to blot out my opinion. I quoted the DENOTATION (thank you Mrs. Morrison for the explanation of this, ha!) of this state of mind. We're all different and we all fall into different categories in different degrees. This is the CLOSEST representation to me. It's definitely not exact (ironic humor!).

So, I ask all of you.. what are you?
Introverted?
Extroverted?
Ambiverted? (Probably what I am. I haven't read into much of this before this.)


PS
Considering I've had one compliment on my use of colors to emphasize myself (thank you Zane), I'll continue to use it. I use each color for a specific reason.

The new American way.

Do as much as you can progressively accomplish. Sure, we advance quicker, better our lives and all the greatness is ours to have. Yet, is this really enjoyable? To submit defeat to slavery working constantly and consistently? Where is all these yearnings and accomplishments going? If you do that much, that's great, it takes so much to do so. Yet, how can you enjoy life if you're more infringed in the work place than where you work for to be at? That's a failed life, to me.


Just a shared thought of mine. I'm not lazy. However, your enjoyment should surpass your work.