Journal

My Dream Bedroom

My perfect bedroom would consist of two dark red walls with a black lace designs on them and the other two half black and half dark red diagonally. I would have a bed that is really high and underneath it would be my desk and shelving. I would place my books on the shelves and my laptop on the desk. I would have a easel and large windows for lots of natural light to come so I can then draw/paint with ease. My room would be fairly large with hardwood floors and a decent television that then could be hooked up to a VHS and DVD player so I could watch all the Disney and Tim Burton movies I want. I would also love to have an antique typewriter that is in good condition so then I can actually use it. Also, a little place would be there where I could make tea or coffee while I'm studying. I would have an old boom box where I can play all the tapes and CDs I want on it. I would hang up some beautiful artwork on my walls and even some art I have created myself. Some vintage, Victorian era furniture would complete the room with a nice lamp and chair for my reading. What a lovely room that I wish I could have.

Journal #4

Mutated Eyes

"We got another one!" the assistant yelled into the old, rickety house that stood on dismembered hill. It seemed as if a storm was brewing heavily over it all the time."Another what?" asked the so called "mad" scientist but in truth her intelligence is extremely high and many just cannot comprehend her knowledge. With such high intelligence she is able to do many things or create many things that is beyond this planets understanding. Many claim she is not from here but the scary part is, she is.

"Human!" answers the assistant, Phillip. "Yes, of course I know that. What gender, age, parts! You know what I need to know... Just bring them on up and I'll have a look for myself." People from all over the world send bodies which posse no life to be repaired and even brought back if possible. Phil began to drag the body across the squeaky and rotting floorboards of the old house. The scientist is quite wealthy, yet here she stays in a run down house older than time itself. Alas she has her reasons for staying there for what she does is frowned upon by many; that life and death should not be artificially made. She had been doing this for so long that she can guess the height, age, weight, and even gender at times. She makes the guess of 5’ 9”, 22-25, 126-ish pounds, and male. After all the bangs and thuds, Phillip is finally at the top of the stairway, panting, with exactly what the doctor described yet his looks were quite exquisite. She checked his eyes for any signs of diseases but found nothing expect two stunning blue eyes. “My oh my. Look at what we have here. Pity he had to leave so soon.”

They laid him on the table then disinfected and preserved his body as best as they could. “Now lets see how you died.”  said the scientist. The tag simply read, ‘Lighting’. “Well then that’s it. Easy fix.” and with that she was off. She was using different tools and slicing open certain sections and adding metal in strategic ways. She was moving so fast and her assistant was trying to keep up but he stumbled and fell a lot in the process. Then completing him was with two metal rods sticking out of both sides of his neck. “Perfection at it’s finest.” she said proudly as the roof parted and she pulled a heavy chain that lifted the superb human into the dark night in which the storm has grown from slight rumbles to roaring thunder and crackling lighting. In no time lightning had struck the motionless body and it was brought back down for examination. She knew that all her other attempts had failed and she could only move parts of a body but never the whole thing and she hoped that this time it would be different.

Silence was the only thing in the lab. They waited for a bit and saw no sign of life. Then the mad scientist looked longingly at her collection. Rows and rows of glass tubes filled with everything from feet to whole torsos engulfed most of the lab. All this reminded her of her failed attempts of bringing the dead to life and she thought to herself, they were right. For the first time she began to sob. Through blurry eyes she saw a finger twitched and she ran to the body. Nothing else happened. When she was about to sob again she saw life. Beautiful mutated eyes stared back at her, one blue and one green. “IT’S ALIVE!” she cried out. “IT’S ALIVE!”

Journal #2

Rhyme and Reason

The book I would make required for everyone to read is The Phantom Tollbooth. The book makes one stop and think about what they do and how valuable time actually is and how it should be spent wisely. A new appreciation towards words, numbers, sounds, sights and so much more will be developed in one’s mind. In all honesty, it could make one realize or admire even the simple pleasures that life has to offer in all shapes and forms. It creates a world where there is a purpose for everything done and that will happen. It is full of adventures where kingdoms with kings and princesses and talking animals and things with life that you did not even know had any to begin with are just waiting for the next big or small thing to happen. The book plays with words and numbers in sarcastic but in truthful and beautiful ways. This book would change the world one page at a time with its simple words yet deeper and higher level thinking meanings. The morals within this book can be applied to just about any real life situation so then rhyme and reason can flourish throughout the land once more.

Journal #23

Solitary or Sociable?

Solitary and sociable are an example of basic terms for introvert and extrovert. Introverts are usually quiet and not a fan of large groups or social activities and more like to reflect on things/events by themselves. Whereas extroverts are more outgoing and like being with large groups and recharge and feel comfortable with social activities.

I personally view myself as an introvert given that I am quiet and shy and not one to shout to be noticed. I enjoy doing activities that do not include others like reading, writing, and drawing with either silence or having music play softly in the background. Lately, I feel a little overwhelmed with large groups/crowds of people because usually everyone is so much bigger and louder than I am. I am mostly my own person, not following the latest fashion or new trends. I do and pick things that I love and not what is popular or anything like that. In truth I could careless but sometimes there are new things that I like and I choose to like them because I can, not because it seems like I have to.

I do believe introversion and extroversion are a vital factor in this world. It creates diversity in many forms and in different variations of the some forms. Without introverts and extroverts everyone would be the same basically and a dull world that would be. There would not be as many point of views and thoughts that could be appreciated for how unique they are. Most likely there would be the same views but with some slight differences here and there. Overall the world is mostly balanced and has diversity due to introverts and extroverts being so different to also having many similar qualities.

Journal # 21

10 Little Minions of Myself

To have 10 clones of myself and retain their memories would be astounding and very helpful. First off I would have 5 of  them study each subject I have, History, Algebra 2, English, Biology, and Spanish, very intensely. Then later I will retrieve that knowledge and remember it for midterms and hope for a high B or an A. I would have another clone work with me or at a different time that me at my job. Then I could save more money faster for a car and Driver Ed classes and then eventually gas. The seventh one would read some Poe, Cummings, Shakespeare and the original Grimm  stories because I have been meaning and wanting to do that for quite some time. The eighth would draw with different mediums and finish writing some of my poems and learn all about art history. This one will do the things I love to do to calm down and let me mind wander, which is something I have been meaning to do as well.  My tenth and last minion of myself would learn all it could on microbiology, viruses, and HIV/AIDS. I’m learning some stuff and doing much in my microbiology labs dealing with HIV and AIDS and its fascinating, especially the DNA mutations(Delta 32, TG5 mutations), and I would love to learn more about it. The clones of myself would be very beneficial to me with expanding my knowledge and filling my mind with wonderful information.

Journal #18

Dream Escape

My dream island would consists of just the few things that make me feel at ease and happy. To start off there would be a room that would look small on the outside but in, it would contain millions and millions of books. There would be genres ranging from fantasy fiction to scientific papers even. Classic books of all kinds would be there and of course many being about poetry. Connected to this wonderful library of mine would be a coffee/bakery/ice cream shop but nothing like anyone had ever seen before. I could make myself any hot beverage with the freshest ingredients from coffee beans to herbs for tea. Fresh  baked goods would always be ready for my tasting, mostly chocolate related pastries. The ice cream part would contain exotic, unique flavors but of course the classic flavors would be there, too.

One might think, ‘How could this get better? Books and ice cream. What else would one need in life?’ Just wait it can be better. Now connected to these rooms is a drawing room lined with art supplies and writing utensils as far as the eye can see. Beautiful natural light pours in through huge windows, ceiling to floor despite the time of day or night. A rustic feel comes from the room but it stills feel light and organic. A writing desk and easel are where the magic happens. I can write and draw as much as my heart wants without any trouble or interruption. A majestic, wonderful place that would be that I can call my own.

Texting and Driving Poem

Blink of an Eye

A blink of an eye

Is all it takes

To decide yours and someone else’s

Fate.

Don’t be that fool

Who ruins it all,

Not just for you

But for everyone too.

Be in control

And know it can wait,

Focus on the present

Before it’s too late.

Imagine a world

Safe as can be.

Responsibility is the key,

Just wait and see.

Crash and bang

Could be the last sounds

You hear because

The message was just so dear.

Yet, if you survive

Then you must face

The consequences

And be a disgrace.

The face of death

Is what you’ll wear,

For your scythe

Could not wait

To the a life

Not planned to go.

Oh how you

Altered the life of everyone close.

The shameful thing of all

Is what you must say

To the family of the loved one

That cannot be replaced.

How would you feel?

Would you take their place?

Because you are the one

Who made the mistake.

Now you are left with

That thought in mind.

With a pain and heartache

Trail close behind.

You cannot escape it.

There’s no where to hide.

You will always remember

A blink of an eye.

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1. Scythe- Grim reaper's staff.
Curved blade attached to a long
pole.