March 05, 2007

Cereal

Cereal is quite possible the best food ever. It is great as a breakfast food...great for a snack...and can even be a meal on its own (if you eat a couple three or four bowls). Yes, cereal is certainly the best food ever.

Since you are apparently interested in what I am saying, I will tell you what my favorite kinds of cereal are:

Boo Berry
Count Chocula
Frankenberry
Raisin Bran
Frosted Shredded Wheats


Now doesn't this make you want to go get a big bowl of cereal? I hope it does. If you are poor and living on the streets, don't worry. You can come enjoy a bowl of cereal with me. When it gets warmer, we can even sit out on the porch and converse under the beautiful sun.

March 04, 2007

Stories.

I tried to write some today. It turned out that today was just a day to write a couple of paragraphs for two different stories. One is about a guy and a girl. The guy is from a foreign country. The other story is about a guy and a girl and a bird and a boy.

March 01, 2007

Pussies


People around here are pussies when it comes to snow. I guess there is some kind of "winter storm" or something right now. They closed school. Wesleyan is a bunch of pansies. It is not even that bad outside. The roads are pretty much all clear, and it isn't even cold. It's like 30 degrees, with a windchill of 15. We aren't in Antarctica, people. It really isn't that bad. Nut up!

February 26, 2007

Capped Column Snowflake, Magnified by Electron Microscope


















This is absolutely astounding! Amazing!

No, a capped column snowflake has nothing to do with fiction writing, and neither does the agave cactus:



















I like how the cactus is planted in a hole in the floor. If I made a hole in the floor, someone would get mad and make me pay for the damages.

Also note that I changed my colors from a sissy pink to some kind of burnt orange color. I am very fond of a burnt orange color. If you are one of those rare people who do not like the burnt orange color, do not be alarmed; I will probably change the burnt orange color to something else in a couple of weeks. Maybe a nice blue. Blue is always good.

February 25, 2007

Masterpieces.

Masterpieces were created today.

No writing. My writing is not masterpieces (this is not even correct grammar; screw grammar!)

Other endeavors, however, are masterpieces.


Masterpiece 1= Exquisite meal.

Exquisite salad (spinach, iceberg and romaine lettuce; cottage cheese; tumeric, coriander, cardamon); exquisite soup (potatoes; jalepenos; corn; milk; cilantro; pepper; chili powder; flavored with Cholula); exquisite bread (toasted French bread; unsalted butter); exquisite Ole (tequila, Kahlua, confectioner's sugar; cream); exquisite ice cream (Breyer's Bubble Yum Bubble Gum Ice Cream; Breyer's A&W Root Beer Float Ice Cream).

[Explanation: No, not gourmet dinner, but a collection a wonderful things. Soup a bit spicy; perhaps too much jalepeno. A light dinner, perfect for the lighter appetite. Reminiscent of Mexico.]

Masterpiece 2= Painting 1
11x14 canvas. Dark chocolate, gold, white acrylic paints. A symphony of sorts.

Masterpiece 3= Painting 2.
11x14 canvas. Lavender, yellow, white acrylic paints. Looks mathematical.

Masterpiece 4= Painting 3.
11x14 canvas. Blue, red, coral, lavender acrylic paints. Perhaps a sandstorm.

Masterpiece 5= Painting 4.
8x10 canvas. Begun early autumn 2006. Blue, purple, silver acrylic paints. Fish? Scales? Alien? Vase?

Today was productive. Fun. Tomorrow may be the same.

February 23, 2007

Entry 6: Crap I read

I read some crap today. It was a story called "Cat People" by Ann Beattie. Being a cat person, I thought this story would be excellent. However, it was not. It did not seem real at all.

First of all, there was a cat who got on these old people's nerves, so they chased it out of the house and started throwing stuff at it. Stuff like fruit. The cat went into the neighbor's yard, where a hot model was floating in the pool on an inflatable raft. The cat accidently jumped into the pool, and the model's bikini top was ripped, exposing her breasts. Then, the other neighbor's alarm went off, so the police had to come turn it off. Then, somehow a parrot that can count to 15 escapes from its cage. Then the police think that they are shooting a porn movie, because the model is topless now.

Then, the old lady comes and tells the narrator to take a kitten. The old husband drowned his four...the old lady was trying to give her four away.

The whole story seemed unreal. I am now disappointed.

Entry 5: Stuff I have read, stuff I have written, insomina and ADD (I need vitamins!)

It is Friday morning. I sit here looking at the computer. I am tired. I am fatigued. My back is cramping up. I need to sleep.

But first let me update you on what is going on in my life right now. Well...nothing much. Nothing is really happening in my life. It is at a standstill.

Wow. That was easy.

Next topic: some stuff I have recently read. I tried to read Thomas Paine's "Common Sense," but only got about five minutes into it before I realized that it was not as interesting as fiction.

I saw a random book laying around my room. It had some stories in it. I read "Natasha" by David Bezmozgis. It was about a stoner boy and his cousin Natasha, who was from Russia. They had sex. She was only 14. She knew some pretty crazy sex tricks. It was a great story. Great.

I read "Until Gwen" by Dennis Lehane. It was about a dude who gets picked up from prison by his father, who is like a criminal and scam artist guy. The father had killed the dude's girlfriend, Gwen. The father takes the dude out to the place where the body was buried and tries to kill the dude. The dude had put superglue in his father's gun, though, so it didn't fire. The dude whipped out a knife and made his father dig into the grave, using his hands. The body was there. Then the dude kills his father with a shovel and buries the bodies and goes off. It was crazy. It was crazy good.

Hmm...reading is a great activity...a great past time. When I am old, I am going to sit in a chair and read. I will have a glass of milk and a bowl of grapes. Grapes are good. They contain antioxidants.

I enjoyed reading Raymond Carver. So simple. So moving and touching. So genius. I liked the one about the blind guy who smokes pot for the first time with the narrator.

I enjoyed Josip Novakovich. My favorite story was "Night Guests." I also liked "Spleen" and "The Stamp." Neighbors was good, but it got sort of boring after a while. It's strange that he almost dies in the end.

Well, let me tell you about the story I wrote for class this week. It is called "They All Looked the Same." I didn't know what to call it, so I picked out a line from the last part. It could be philosophical or something. The collective "we" does not include good people like "Juan." The world sucks now. You can't go anywhere. The cops will even beat you down with clubs and sic their dogs upon you. I don't know why I always right from the 1st person. I am not like the narrator. I am not sexually indescriminate. If a building were burning, I'd be the first one in. I got your back.

I only started writing it Monday night, sometime late in the night because one of my friends was visiting from Colorado and my day was spent doing other stuff. Then I completed it little by little on Tuesday and Wednesday night. I think I have insomnia, as you probably have heard many a time. I also think that I have ADD. There is no "H" in the ADD for me because I am not hyperactive. I am just attention deficit.

Just for you, I will report some things here, things that I found I wikipedia.com. Check out the site here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adhd

I exemplify many of the symptoms of ADD. Here they are, with the numberings from the site, and with small explanations:


2. Trouble keeping attention focused during play or tasks (It takes me like four hours to complete a simple assignment because there are so many other things that look fun to do)

4. Failure to follow instructions or finish tasks (It takes me like three months to get something done, like schedule something with someone. It takes me like three weeks to do simple tasks)

6. Frequently losing items required to facilitate tasks or activities, such as school supplies (I always lose my fucking pens. Where the fuck do they go? Also, when I am rushing to go somewhere, I always pick up my keys but then lose them while I look for something else)

7. Excessive distractibility (see number 2)

8. Forgetfulness (see number 6)

9. Procrastination, inability to begin an activity (I only decided to start writing my first story after class last Friday. I only tried starting my rhetoric paper tonight, when it is due tomorrow at noon)

13. Easily frustrated (Rhetoric is not my forte. After many attempts, I decided to scrap the paper. I might withdraw from the course and take linguistics in the fall instead. Rhetoric is bad news, let me tell you!)

14. Easily distracted (see number 2)

Conclusion:

As is evident, I have many of the symptoms of ADD. It sort of sucks. I have insomnia and ADD. Plus, I am allergic to that stuff they use to dilate your pupils. it is called tropticamide or something like that. At the eye doctor, they put that stuff in my eyes and then when I stood up five minutes later, I heard a buzz in my ears that got really, really loud, and then my vision started going. I was sweating muchas, so then I had to sit in a chair and prop my legs up. They gave me a coke. Some little kid came in to get his first pair of glasses and saw me sitting in the chair. He was scared then, and begged his mom to take him home. It was strange. Strange, indeed.

Well, I guess I am going to try to go to bed. I read something about how you need to sleep between the hours of 10 and 2. For some kind of physiological reason. I need to stay strong.

That reminds me, I need to go to the store and get some vitamins tomorrow.