Website Idea

I had this idea today to make a website kind of like Grouphug where each person (based on their IP address) would get to add one thing to the website. One thing so that they would be remembered. It could be a lesson they learned, a confession, or a picture. That one thing would serve as their remembrance stone for eternity. It would be a way to conquer death. Unfortunately, I realized this was a pretty dumb idea afterwards. Talked to some people, they didn’t really like it that much. So, I think I’ll set it off for a
rainy day. Does anyone think it’s a good idea?

Dance

I was watching Zorro today and I realized that I want to learn more about my heritage. For those of you who don’t know, I was adopted from El Salvador. It’s in Central America. I want to learn more about Spanish and Latin American culture. They really are my people and maybe I will discover things about myself from studying them.

I also realized that I want to take some dance classes. I want to immerse myself in many different cultures. I’ve never tried dance and I think it would help me to be more outgoing. I ‘d like to try Latin American/Spanish dance and African. Actually, why not all the types of dances :-P.

I’ll end by saying that… I think it’s better to spend money on activities like learning dances than on possessions. (Oh god, I really do want the new mac book though hehe).

Nano Write 11/14

So, I’m very behind on my Nano Write story. For those who don’t know, Nano Write is this event taking place from November 1st to November 29th where you have to write a 50,000 word story… I’m up to… what? 5,000 words. :-P. As I said, very behind.

I know… that the most likely outcome is that I won’t finish, but I’m going to keep writing. I haven’t been writing in a while, and actually writing a shitty story just to get it out there is helping. You know, it’s the same as lifting weights or running or some other activity. When you’ve been away from it for a while, it’s harder. The more you do it, the more comfortable you are doing it. Tis all about fear and comfort zones, eh? I guess it’s also about setting the highest possible achievable standards and then bumping them up one. You will struggle, tearing apart the fiber of your character trying to achieve them. If you don’t, you either gotta try again or quit. If you do, you’re exhausted, but you’re that much stronger when you wake up from a long nap.

*shrug* *waves*

My Fencing/School Dream

I don’t know why this dream stuck in my head. I believe it is because I was suddenly behind everyone else in my class and I didn’t understand anything we were learning. Here it is:

This dream began, as far as I can recollect, at a fencing tournament. They were serving pizza at a stand. As people walked around with slices of pizza, I began warming up. I began fencing someone. I kept getting hit because I didn’t parry. I saw a group of people clustering in a corner. We finished the match and then went to see our rankings. On the list, it said that I had not registered. Every other person had registered. How could I be so careless and forget?! At that moment, I knew that I had also forgotten my card that would allow me to register on the spot. I told my mom (I forget how she reacted), and then I dashed up out of the basement. Leading up from the basement were stone, black, polished steps. I got on this clear, fully plastic train to go home.

When I arrived, I grabbed my registration and got on the buss to take me back to the train. I remember thinking how slow the buss was going and asking myself if it was even worth going. The tournament may have started already. For some reason, the impetus to go was that my parents were there.

The buss went past a dominoe’s pizza near this cooperation building. I begged the people not to stop. I said that we could get pizza at the fencing tournament.

I got off the buss. I didn’t know which stop I got off at. With the clear train, I had counted the number of stops before I got off. With the buss, the stops weren’t the same, so I couldn’t count them. I got on another buss and tried to come back to my stop. At some point, I realized that I missed my stop again! I gave up and went back home.

When I got back, I noticed that the house was different. It was older. I saw that my parents weren’t home yet, and I had no cell phone to call them.

There was a diner across the street. I went to it and sat at a booth. I blacked out.

I opened my eyes and I was at school. I realized that time had passed, but how much? I looked at the calendar and saw that two months had passed. I knew the month, but not the day. We were doing fill-in the blank questions and I did not understand them. I had lost two months worth of knowledge! I had mpd (that is a sign of mpd, blackouts)!

We got an essay back and I got a 75%. I was stunned at how much I had written and with such neat handwriting. I didn’t understand any of it. People were laughing and I had no idea what was going on in the class. We were ordered to do a personality sheet with bubble letters that had one word describing you. I started to cry and suddenly, I was home. I told my mother about it all. She said, “Welp, you’re just going to have to live with it.”

Some other day, I went to school and in math class (I didn’t understand it, but I tried my English homework instead so that it looked like I was doing something). Evan kept asking me if I wanted to skip lunch with his pass. I struggled to put it in my pocket (the pass) and the teacher almost saw. I tipped the desk to make a diversion and pretended to pick up something. She didn’t see the pass.

After class, I didn’t say anything. I just kept going. After this, the dream shifts to skiing.

We were skiing down a little pass, and then my group needed to go uphill for some reason. We started climbing the mountain with ropes. It was getting hard to pull ourselves up. Then, this girl sprouted wings and started to pull us up this inclination that was pure ice.

Then, the dream switched again. I was at a dance. I saw Brandi there. I asked her if she wanted to dance. We did and she laughed a lot. Then, we French kissed and she did it really quick with her tongue. Then, we left because the dance was over. Suddenly, I realized how short the days were and that moments are longer and that you can feel the drawing effect of them. Right then, I was so scared that this wasn’t a dream even though I knew that it didn’t have the attributes of real life. What if I had missed so much? And right then, when my fear was really high, I felt the moment again. How long it was, how it didn’t skip anything and it wasn’t condensed.

I flicked in and out of the dream until my eyes stayed open. Then I realized I was in the world again and I was amazed at how scared I was.

Finished second short story

I just handed in my second short story for the creative writing class! It was entitled, The Snake Woman. You can find it on my website The Thought Hole. I’m very eager to find out what my group thinks of it. One kid, Aaron, said that the intro was very Poe. That was exactly what I was going for! Can’t wait to find out what they think of it on Thursday.

(They both thought it was amazing and I got a B+ on it).

Summer is almost over:(

I can’t believe the fun is almost done. Having the experience of going to a creative writing class made me never want to go back to that dry, strict high school. When I look back, I really didn’t accomplish much this summer. I still have to do psychology homework and review the English books. I wonder how long it takes before you begin to notice change in yourself. Probably when you are confronted with day to day events and act differently. At least I did a lot of what I wanted to. Writing, writing, writing. And I’ve learned that it’s incredibly hard, but worth it when you get down that final draft.