The good, the bad and “this doesn’t make sense”, of writing.

Writing is probably one of the best ways to let go of emotion, to let it all out so the weight, of what feels like the world, is off your shoulders. Personally I feel that yeah there is really amazing writing and sometimes horrid writing, then there’s the stuff that just doesn’t make a whole tone of sense. I think it’s based on how the author sees it. If it’s something that no one is ever going to read, who gives a crap if it sucks and if someone does read it and tells you it suck, tell them to bug off and that it’s none of their business. If they did read it and said it sucks so badly, then they wasted three minutes of their life reading a bad story. Ha-Haaa success! I’m not a huge fan of writing something so an audience will like it. I write because it gets my creativity out. And creativity is unique to each person. I know that appealing to an audience is what almost half the jobs around the world are supposed to do. I don’t think there’s absolute down right bad writing because that’s just someone’s judgment, and their judgment isn’t the same as yours. What’s good to one person could be God awful to another. For example, Twilight saga, thousands of copies were sold and people, mostly girls, loved the story because of the passion and love but part of that is how the author presented the story through writing. This means that her writing was good and how she presented the story. Then there are people who just hate the twilight books because they just don’t like the writing (or it could be the fact the first movie sucked). All in all, I don’t have a definition on what is good writing and what’s bad writing. Writing is writing to whoever wrote it and to whoever has an open mind and an accepting thought to those different styles of writing.

The body

Ok so one time I went to the Science and Industry Museum with my family. At the time, this is when I love the human body and learning about it (note: I still do love the human body and its awesome amazingness). We were going to visit the Body World exhibit! This whole exhibit dedicated to the amazing, vastness of the human body, and the coolest part of it, it was all real human bodies, cadavers at least. They all kept their position because of the process plastination, basically all the liquid in the body is replaced by plastic. The whole exhibit is by Gunther Von Hagen, a German man with a huge imagination. When I went to this, I was just amazed by what was in us. I never saw a real cadaver before; everything I saw inside the human body was all just pictures from books. But this time, it was all in front of me in plain sight. One cadaver showed all the veins and arteries in our body, it just the chest and up. It looked like a spider that had red web just webbed what looked like the upper human body. The cool thing was that the veins pretty much outlined the whole head and everything. You could see exactly where the nose was, where the eye holes were and the ears and everything. Another cadaver, which was from an art picture and I’m sure a lot of people know, was the one of the man holding his own skin. The man held it about his head and looked at it. I felt he saw it as, this flabby piece of cells, protects my body, it is the wall that blocks me, the inner me, from the outer world. I was absolutely amazed by the whole exhibit and I would love to go back to it. I’ve always wanted to meet Gunther Von Hagen as well and just say how freaking amazing the whole exhibit was. One thing that I wouldn’t mind is that if, once I died, that my body be used for the exhibit. I would love to stand forever showing the world what’s inside of them. Creepy thought, but it would be the coolest thing ever.

This is a required assignment....gotta love college!

College is probably the one thing I wasn’t really excited about going to in the beginning. It was the idea of leaving all my friends back at home and leaving my parents. I don’t live too far away from home, maybe an hour and a half drive, that is if you drive 80 all the way back. Although that’s the case, it’s still far enough to miss everyone and have that urge to always go home. That’s probably the worst thing about college for me, just being away. I know there is an upside to college too, more freedom, people think they don’t have to do their homework, or don’t have to go to class. I must be one of those goody two-shoes then who always does her work and shows up to every lecture even if there’s one everyday at 8a.m. That must be the stress or the paranoia about it. I feel if I don’t do one reading, or don’t go to one lecture I feel that I’m pretty much screwed for the class. That’s probably not the case, but there’s always that little worry.


For my dorm I lived in a quad the first semester, so four girls to one room, not the best living space, but the girls were sweet and still are. Two of them moved out this second semester so now it’s just me and another girl, which is pretty sweet. This room is huge with just two people, or should I say one. My other room-mate, who is still here, really isn’t here a lot. Sounds kinds weird they way I worded that, but she has a boyfriend and likes to spend time with him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad thing I’m glad she found someone she can trust really well and have someone this close to her at school. It’s weird though, having this giant room for myself. I know one thing at college I love is my friends from my high school and friends I’ve met. Just this Saturday, a good friend of mine said I could barrow his T.V. for the rest of the semester, I was like, wow this is such an awesome thing for him to do. When he let me borrow it, he didn’t he didn’t have a cable so T.V. shows can be watched on, but then a friend from across my hall said he had an extra one and let me barrow that. I thought, dang, this has been a really good night. It’s people like these two guys that help me get through college. Understanding that even though home is a bit far away, I know my buds are here to help me out.