Reflections

My kitten Orlando (almost a cat?!?!) is cuddling with me in bed tonight. :-) He is the cutest isn't he??


So Here I sit in my nicely clean bedroom, in my new, wonderful bed my dad bought me from IKEA :-) I needed to retreat out of the living room into my room, so I wasn't distracted by Will and Grace that Ivana my roommate is watching on TV.

I cracked open my Creative Writing Book about an hour ago, actually, It's my professor's book, he is letting me borrow it until I get paid, isn't that nice? :-) Tonight I read "The Things They Carried" by Tim O'Brien. The first few pages I wasn't really into, it felt like the story was a really long introduction to the scene. Of course, the title is "The Things They Carried" and the first few pages were all about the different items that these particular soldiers during the Vietnam war were carrying. So I guess it is understandable that a significant part of the story is about that. But embedded in all the paragraphs about rifles and ponchos and ammunition, was a story of a deep love that wasn't requited. It was a heartfelt account of the love Jimmy Cross felt for a girl he knew, Martha, and what he wishes would have happened when they had a date some time ago. All in all, the story was engaging, and I would read it again for sure, to find new parts that I missed the first time around.

Today was actually a very productive day, I woke up on time for once, got to class only about 5 minutes late (Due to parking), and really felt like I learned something by the time I went home at 1 for my break until night class. Ivana and I also cleaned the apartment today too, it looks great! We changed the cream/green rug in the living room to a pink one, and I am definitely satisfied with how it turned out.

We are supposed to keep a journal for creative writing class and reflect on different aspects of our life. Today's topic: My childhood.

~I remember a lot from growing up in Bethel. I remember playing in the drive way while my mom was selling Tomato Plants to Lori, the woman who lived on our block, and telling her how I have a wonderful imagination, and rarely watched TV. I watch a lot more TV now, sorry Mommy!

~My favorite memory of my childhood would be playing in our woods that we had in the backyard. We called it The Indian Village and I was so happy when my sisters would finally let me come and play with them. It was usually just me and Bekah by the time I got around to playing, because Jen and Em I feel like were getting older and had other stuff to do. We would make "Mud Soap" and sit in the creek and literally put this mud concoction all over our arms and declare that we were then clean. haha. Good Times.

~Scariest childhood memory: When Bekah tied my wrists to the random trailer that we had in the driveway for a couple of months. I think my parents used it to set out flats of plants, or perhaps straw bails, either way, we were playing and for some reason I agreed to being tied to it. I don't know if Bekah was mad at me or if she was just playing around, but she left me there, tied up and alone, and all of a sudden a dog without a lease ran into our yard, barking like crazy and looking extremely scary. My screams of terror weren't responded to by Bekah, or Emily, who was supposed to be watching us but most likely was on the phone. I thought I was going to get attacked by this dog, and couldn't even defend myself because I was tied up. I struggled to get my wrists free from the ropes, tearing my skin and making me cry out even harder. The dog was closing in on me now and I felt for sure that I was a goner. Two second later, a woman from down the street happily came strolling by, not realizing that her dog had literally scared me to death. She continued walking and called out to the dog, who promptly left my side and followed his owner. HORRIBLE HORRIBLE experience. And people wonder why I don' t like dogs? That is one reason! (There are many more)