"Reely" Good Quotes

You are a sad strange little man and you have my pity
~Buzz Lightyear

Well he don't know talking good like me and you, so his vocabulistics is limited to "I", and "am", and "Groot", exclusively in that order
~Rocket Raccoon

Like when I step outside myself kinda, and when I, when I look in at myself, you know? And I see me and I don't like what I see, I really don't
~Brian Johnson

Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place
~John Bender

Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not "Mr. Lebowski". You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me.  You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing.
~The Dude

Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
~Man in Black

"Reel" life

1. It is very hard for me to choose a favorite movie. I have seen way too many to choose just one. I like a lot of science fiction movies, or comedy. When I was a kid my favorite movie was bridge to terabithia, i'm not sure why. It's safe to say that it isn't necessarily my favorite anymore.

2. I'm not a big fan of horror movies unless they are cheesy and old. And when It comes to action I only like certain movies.

3. I go to the movie theater pretty much every time anything nerdy comes out. Whether it be Marvel or Star Trek, or Star Wars. I've seen all the recent ones in theater, sometimes more than once. I saw Guardians of the Galaxy three times in theater. Most movies I see at least once in IMAX 3-D.

4. I really only need a quiet environment when watching a movie. No distractions as well, like someone playing a game on their phone or kicking my chair. When I see something in 3-D though I always wear my contacts because its not too comfortable wearing two pairs of glasses at the same time.

5. I am 0% Extroverted and 100% introverted. Id say this is pretty accurate.
I am 93% agreeable. Eager to cooperate and avoid conflict.
I am 100% conscientious, well organized and have high standards
I am 33% emotionally stable(what? haha) prone to experience feelings that are upsetting
I am 83% open to new experiences, willing to try new things.

My highest score on why I watch movies was an 80% on catharsis which I suppose could be true.

6. If my life was made into a story mae whitman would play me. The four main plot events would be: My mothers first divorce, my mothers second wedding, starting high school, and me moving in with my dad.

This is...

This is three young girls on the back porch of a house on grand street.

Behind them the yellow siding and blue trim show expectantly

The girls are close together, arms dangled around each other

Their smiles bright and optimistic

Eyes squinting from the sunlight

Two match in attire,

The other is just as important.

This is Cassidy

Her hair dark brown and as short as mine

She is two years older than me,

But just as young at heart

She is my best friend in this photo

But not so much anymore

It’s been years since we’ve spoken to or seen each other

She will always be my sister

This is Courtney

Cassidy’s twin sister

Not too close to me back then, but close to me now.

She has been through a lot, just as much as me

Her life filled with indirection and loneliness

But I try to guide her,

Keeping her from running away once again.

She got married not too long ago

To someone she shouldn’t have,

All I can do is support her

And hope that she stays safe

This is existing, before everything happened

This is a family

Before the family was created

Before our parents got married and our lives filled with complications and experience

These are my twin step sisters, welcoming me into their home,

Staring at my mother who holds the camera

This is us before we grew apart years afterward

Still sisters, but miles apart on the map

Flea Market Picture

Beth Elaine Brown was a young girl in a primitive time period. She worked hard because her parents lived on a farm as slaves and if she didn’t help she might get sent away. She loved her family, and despite the circumstances her parents always managed to stay positive and respectful. Beth dreamed of being free-something that seemed impossible to most African Americans. She, however, believed in humanity and being optimistic. Beth sometimes went without dinner and slept on the cold floor, but she still had hope. When she grew older she worked hard to protest the status quo, she became brilliant and an image that everyone wanted to see in themselves. She was free without being free, escaping from torment and discrimination. She stood for the rights of her community and her family. Beth became known state wide and was starting to make a difference until that one terrible tragic day. She was walking to town when two white officers passed her and decided that they weren’t going to deal with anymore incorrect influence. She was found two days later, dead. Her community mourned her, and the whites mocked her. Either way, she was being thought of.

Photos of the Millenium

I remember the day pretty clearly. I’m not sure what day, or even what what year but the events that occurred will always reside in my mind. We had just moved into this house in Republic Missouri, I was young and remember my mom and step father talking. The wind was very strong outside, and it was a bit scary for me and my siblings. We knew something wasn’t right, these weren’t normal strong winds. Our new house had a storm shelter under it and we were told to go downstairs into it. I remember that it was dark because the power had shut off, and it was scary, cold, and rustic down there. I remember a line of small windows right under the ceiling and how the floors were concrete and cold. The noises this room provided scared me. We had a small battery powered alarm clock with the radio playing, they said to take shelter because there was a tornado nearby. We were down there for hours and eventually our battery powered alarm clock’s batteries died. We were left with nothing but the noise the harsh wind outside made.

Writing Photo Hunt

This is Mrs. Armstrong, she taught me how to communicate better to and in front of people. We are also both big nerds so its not hard to have a conversation with her.
#Teacherfriends

An Interesting angle. I took this in the library as you can see, I thought it turned out pretty cool.
#Thelibraryisntjustforreading

Something that irritates me is definitely these gates. Especially on Friday's when everything is blocked off until the bell rings, and most of us have to just stand there and wait.
#Escapethegate

This is something that makes me feel nostalgic. I remember right before I started this school Sophomore year I walked around a bit and this was the one thing that really stuck out at me. It reminds me of my first year here, and how overwhelmed I was.
#Rememberinghowthingswerebeforetheyare

This is something handwritten and it reminds me of my brother who joined the army in December and my step sister who joined shortly after.
#Gonefornowbutneverforgotten

Something beautiful. I think that this is so creative and beautiful and it is distracting enough for you to notice, but not too distracting that you fall in the middle of a crowd of people while walking through the hallway.
#Dontfalldowninthehallwaywhilesurroundedbypeople

Something you would find in nature. I like when teachers don't have all the lights in a room on, and the strands of light balance out the darkness. Gives the room a calm feel.
#MrsFraserknowshowtodothings

This reminds me of when I went to Fordland and this chick would smoke in the locker rooms all the time. She set off the alarm quite often and thought she was sneaky enough, it was quite annoying for all of us who had to go outside twice a week. She got caught of course.
#Dontsmokeinthegirlslockerroom

Ever since before I knew what astronomy was I was interested in it. I thought everything in the sky was amazing, and I wanted to be an astronaut. Although my dream career may have changed since I was five i'm still interested in Astronomy.
#Spaceandotherskythings

Although It is upside down I will always think that outlets look like faces. I've been shocked a few times from these things.
#Badwiringandwhatnot

I know why...pain exists in this world

I know...that we all experience it at some point or another

I don't know why...some people have to deal with it alone

People…are responsible for their own selves

Being caged...by their past, and the decisions they may have made

Freedom...is all they want, freedom from everything bad

Singing...screaming to get away

I sing of...freedom and happiness

Flying...towards safety

Flying away from..imprisonment and loneliness

Maya Angelou Response

Ever since I was a child I haven’t spoken much. I stood watching the world around me in intrigue, listening to the people who influenced me. I didn’t have the best childhood, maybe that is why I don’t talk much, I can never be sure. I watched people make bad decisions and have learned to avoid making the same. I don’t speak much, and if I was to silence myself permanently I am not so sure it would be much of a surprise to the people around me. All my life i’ve been told that i’m too quiet, and I don’t talk enough. I have learned a lot through observation, most of what I know actually. I wasn’t taught much, just the basic needs of life. The other things I learned by myself, through watching, listening, and paying attention. I’m sure I could go without speaking, some days I do. I usually only speak when I need to, like when someone speaks to me or i’m at my job. I think that if I spoke more I would learn how to communicate with people better, and not just in relation to my vocabulary but learning how words can affect others. I know that after I go a day without speaking my voice feels foreign to me, and sometimes I don’t like it. I think that speaking is important, even though I don’t always say a lot.

I think that talking about bad things actually takes away some of the power it has on you. When you talk about something bad it provides a catharsis, making you feel better in the end. As a result it takes away some of the power it has on you, taking away some of the pain or anger.

I think that dreams do reveal a lot. I have this reoccurring dream every year before school starts that reveals my fear of being lost. I’ve attended ten schools and none of them were as big as this one so when I moved here I was a bit intimidated. I had the dream every year before school started for each of the three years that i’ve been here. I am wondering the halls, searching for my classroom and everything keeps changing and I lose my sense of direction. I search my day away and miss all my classes. Of course it never actually happens, but the dream has yet to go away and may even be there when I start college. Another dream I have is more terrifying and affected the way I treated my sister when we were younger. I remember having this dream about my sister falling off a building and I couldn’t do anything to save her. It happened quite often, and when my sister would lean a bit too far off our bunk beds i’d yell at her and tell her to stop or else she would fall. Of course I got in trouble for telling her what to do, but I didn’t really care. She liked to climb on top of our dresser as well, and I’m not sure what the dream reveals about me but I was scared that my sister would get hurt. I never told my parents about this dream, but occasionally It comes back to haunt me even though she lives so far away now.

Dream Marks On My Pillow

It always starts in the same place, I am on a crooked and broken roller coaster in the dark. I am sitting at the tallest peak of the roller coaster and I am by myself. The roller coaster then starts to go downward, at what feels like a hundred miles an hour. I can’t see what’s happening, but I can feel the gravity pulling me downward fast. The fear I feel is awful, and painful. I am afraid that I am going to fall, or run right off the tracks. The ride continues, never ending. I hear a loud voice echo above me, “stop being such a child, it’s not that bad.” It is the voice of my stepfather, telling me in his way not to be scared. I can’t help but to be terrified though. The coaster leans into a curve and the wooden tracks splinter and fall steadily apart. I am left falling, to where I am unsure. I don’t hit the ground and I don’t wake up, instead I land on my feet slowly. I look around, and realize that I am trapped in what looks like a giant black tarped box. Nothing but abandoned concession stands, and a wobbly roller coaster surrounding me. I notice a small gleaming light, it is at the very top of the box, a rip in the tarp. The only way up is the same roller coaster that scares me so much. I want to leave though, and that seems to be the only way out. I run around like a crazy person and end up on the roller coaster again, never being able to escape, the same words echoing around me. I wake up, and reality fades in slowly.

Dream Threads

Other priorities get in the way as I risk my own mental health. A job, homework, and my thoughts. That is what keeps me awake at night. I get home from school and go to work, I do my homework, or procrastinate, and then I lay down later than I wanted to try to get some sleep. I only have time for six hours of sleep, it seems like it should be enough. But when I wake up it doesn’t feel like it. I think for a while, my thoughts don’t let me sleep those six hours most of the time. The time I have left decreases each time I look at my clock. I think about my life, the way it is now, and how it will all be different very soon. I regret some of the conversations I never had, and how it may have helped my life. I drive myself crazy as the time I have left lessens, going from six hours to just three. I sleep those three hours, just to wake up and blame my job or my homework for my lack of sleep, but really, It is my mind that keeps me awake at night.

If I Were In Charge of the World

If I were in charge of the world

I’d cancel loneliness, misfortune,

Intolerance, and also uncertainty.

If I were in charge of the world

There’d be happier days, equal

Opportunities and more time to

Read

If I were in charge of the world

You wouldn’t have sickness

You wouldn’t have self doubt

You wouldn’t have leaving

Or “i’ll be back later”

You wouldn’t even have goodbyes

If I were in charge of the world

Video games would be a vegetable.

All unheard music would be heard

And a person who sometimes forgot

Who they were

And sometimes forgot to smile

Would still be allowed to be in

Charge of the world

Crashing their car

I put the car in reverse, slowly backing out of the parking space with excitement. I was thirteen and my parents were letting me pull the small pick up truck around to the front of the big brick building. I had driven before, but never by myself and never in a public space. I knew it wasn't too safe, there were semi trucks all around me, most stationary, and some moving in the distance behind me. The passenger seat window was rested, permanently cracked, letting in the cold autumn air. I put the truck in drive, and pull it around the front to park it in front of what was the lounge building for all the people that worked there. I pulled into the parking space skillfully leveled for someone my age, and I went to park. Little did I know that when I went to push down on the break my foot was actually on the gas pedal. I was maybe two feet from the wall when I ran into it, making a loud crashing noise. I didn't get hurt, but it scared me a lot. Some people came over to make sure I was okay, and then I shakily went inside to tell my parents that I had just ran their truck into a brick wall. I didn't drive for two years after that incident, but I didn't mind.

Color Poem

I walk slowly through the sand as the bright blue sky hovers above my sister and I, slowly disappearing behind the dark clouds. I think nothing of it as we walk towards the ocean, and its vastness. The waves start to pick up, moving violently. I look over to my little sister, her aquamarine eyes staring back at me with concern. A wave starts to come towards us, the color almost as dark as denim. It comes fast and quick, pushing us over onto the ground to look at the azure sky in cracks behind the clouds.

I search for my sister, freeing myself from the soft light brown sand. She is just a couple feet away, the skin from her small arms is scratched from the rough salt in the ocean water. Her khaki capri's are torn at the knee and now a dark tan. I help her up and lead her to a wooden door not too far away, it leads to a small building acting as a small souvenir shop. We wait there for hours staring at the worn hickory walls, hearing the chaos outside, knowing this isn’t the safest place to be.

After a while the storm quiets down and we go outside, the sky is now red with disaster. I look at my sister and see the dry blood from the scratches on her arm and tear up a bit, I grab her hand. I look away as we struggle to walk through the water, trying to avoid the loose bricks that came from the loose, broken steps that led us down to the beach only hours before. The waves are now silent, and smooth below the almost carmine horizon.

We make it to the small, once active area above the beach and we see the black asphalt showing through the cloudy water. There is a small ashen gas station that caught flames not too long before. The smoke still remaining in the sky, streaming from the burnt building. It wasn’t until I saw my charcoal colored car that things really sunk in, this place has really been destroyed.

Narrative

Impulsive Violet, that's what they call me. My parents just don't understand me, that's all. I sit outside on the cold soft ground as the storm clouds above me roar and let down their rain. The warm rain surrounds me in drops, blocking out the voices coming from inside the house. I am soaked by the rain water but I don't really care, i'm deep in thought. Impulsive Violet, that is all i'll ever be to them. My thoughts released without restraint, uninhibited. My actions instinctual and impulsive. I want them to trust and accept my decision. You see what happened was that I married my boyfriend of two years. My parents aren't too happy about that, but I am eighteen and am old enough to make these kind of decisions. Hot tears stream down my face from their disapproval and distrust. I want them to stop seeing me as some impulsive little girl who can't make logical decisions. "Violet, you have made a terrible mistake and you are ruining your life. This marriage will never last." The words echo in my head as I try to pull myself together. The storm from the clouds let up a little, giving me the confidence to go inside and face my parents with confidence. I am not impulsive, I thought this one through this time. They need to learn to accept my decision and move on.

Free Verse

Blue is such a deep and meaningful color. Not federated or alone but rather various and unique. Pursuing this color may seem easy, but there are many different types of it. The color blue always leaves something to show for it, it never disappoints. So many versions of it exist, and it never leaves you lacking. Blue can be beautiful and bright, or soft and somber. Out of all the colors in the world this one is the one with the most purpose. Which blue will you choose?

Acrostic Poem

Dancing with the wind

A leaf moves around gracefully

Not falling subject to much gravity

Can a leaf really dance?

I wonder, and watch it glide

Nothing but the wind controlling it

Guiding it skillfully through the air

Leaves can dance

Everything in this moment proves as much

A leaf just dancing in the wind

Floating, just before it has to fall

Haiku Poems

Contemplating life

She walks around aimlessly

The girl is unsure

Thought engaged outside

Pensive skies shown above me

Where do I go now?

Painting useful gray

What makes a color useful?

Perhaps the contrast