sjsprWriting

OOPS HERES ANOTHER ONE

Ive written and re-written my blog post a billion times

Ive had a mini feeling of impending doom at the bottom of my stomach all week

Im afraid that im losing my hair because of stress...or bleach?

Im unsure about the quality of my art? 

I have to have my ENTIRE art portfolio done before november 1 haha 

Some things are going well

The shirt i bought online for 32.50 euro came in the mail (very soft) 

Our Senior class hosted an 80's Party for the students, faculty and parents. I got to the party at around 9:30 to be fashionably late but I guess it was still too early. The room was empty, not one soul. No one was tehere, no decoration, no DJ, just one speaker. It didnt even cross my mind if I was in the correct place. I plugged in my phone, played my 80's playlist and had the time of my life. No one ever got to the party. Probably they all thought it was somewhere else. My favorite part of ...

I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, an enemy, a niece, a cousin, a student, a girl, a peer, a granddaughter, a great granddaughter, a nephew, a teenager, and a human. We are all many things in this world. But, am I a writer? A writer is a person who writes, whether it’s a book, a story, an article or an essay. Therefore, we are all writers. However, some people have the ability to sit down and write a thought-provoking and inspiring piece in an hou...

He twists his sword and splits it in two. With both his hands gripped tight, the red ribbons wraps around his arms as if the sword was feeding off the Prince’s soul. His body rips in half with an eerie shadow replacing the original. The Two half princes place their swords together creating an “X”. Immediately, they swing in sync lunging at all directions repelling the Brolays away. At an instant, a Brolaf gr...

I have never been the best writer and I would like to improve. I can put a name on an excellent writer: Ivia. Her writing is amazing I have never read anything that is a rough draft yet so juicy and encapturing. Anyway, back to me. Being a good writer is like the polaroid sensation/ description in the book Bird by Bird. When I read the chapter, I was intrigued by the way the author described a lunch scene and a polaroid picture of the cafeteria was...

I am a writer because I express myself through writing. When I need an outlet I just grab a paper and pen and write. Usually it is about problems that I am having at that moment, but other times I write about my plans for the future. I also write about my travels. Whenever I go to a new country I buy a journal there and try to write every night. I write what I did that day, what I saw, how I felt, everything. 

I am a writer. I love writing, and it is what I do. No, I do not write because I hate reading. If I hated reading, why would I write something for others to read? I love words and I love seeing how others play with them, but I love putting words together myself even more. I love dealing with the puzzles that storm by mind when I am writing and I do not like something I just wrote. I particularly do not like what I have written when I do not feel like I am delivering my message ...

I am a writer not because I write things down on paper, but because I have thoughts stories memories, opinions that are worth sharing. I am a writer because there are things out there that are waiting to be written. They are waiting for me to meet them, waiting to be told. I am a writer because I do not feel swayed by other’s opinions. I take them in, challenge them, and create something that motivates me to write. Its ...

... because I enjoy putting my thoughts into paper, I enjoy diving into deep, weird parts of my brain that I rarely visit and I enjoy extracting some sort of thought or idea that can either make people laugh, feel sad, or just leave them wondering what the hell I said. I enjoy seeing and hearing what people have written and what type of weird things they come up with after going to the weird places inside of their head. Its fun to hear Blas's stories about literally the randomest things on Ea...

I got into a fight with my dad the other day, got myself kicked out of the house. It was 10:30 so I was pretty happy when Harry answered the phone. I stayed over at his house. I'm staying with my grandparents now. On Saturday I have a meeting with my grandma, mom, dad, aunt, and myself. It's probably going to be one of the most delicate situations I'll ever be in in my life. The future seems a little unsure right now. It's kind of cool though. Not knowing what's going to happen on such a larg...