Week 4 Prompts

I think about a million things a minute. A lot of them are about myself- why I'm not living up to the high standards I have set for myself. I always put so much pressure on myself to be good for people. My boyfriend, my parents, school work everything. I often times ask people how I am to them. I asked my boyfriend what he thought of me once and he told me the usual line. You're perfect, smart, everything etc. It makes me wonder what he'd really say if I gave him some truth serum. I don't think I'd be able to handle the truth, though. He'd probably tell me he wished I looked different and that I didn't bitch at him so much. He'd tell me that he wishes I wasn't controlling and not so needy. Maybe say that he wishes I was more athletic and more like his girl friends. Or maybe he'd continue to tell me what he already does, that I'm perfect and smart. I guess I'll never know.

Week 4 Prompt

Cheerleading has been a huge part of my life. When I tell people that they kind of roll their eyes at me and say something like, "Why it's not even a sport?" I've pretty much learned to ignore that aspect of cheerleading all together. When someone asks me about the sport and is genuinely curious, I could go on for HOURS.  People ask me why I love to compete and it's so simple. The thrill of being on the mat, putting on a show and wowing people is just amazing. Yeah, you're probably thinking that I could do that in theatre or in a talent show- that may be true, but you can't get the athleticism in an acting class. The amount of strength and precision required for cheerleading is incredible. Lifting girls into the air, allowing them to trust you and trust yourself not to drop them. Tumbling across the mat, just when you think you're so tired and you find that second wind and just push yourself to finish your pass. In the end when your team is called in first place and you get that overwhelming feeling of accomplishment. That is why I love cheerleading. It holds a very special place in my heart and always will.

Week 4 Prompt

I tend to have a big heart. I care about things that aren't alive, have no feelings. Rocks, trash, shoes, dead animals, dead humans. Everything. I sometimes think in my head- well often times- that what if that golf ball that you just nailed with a club can actually feel what you did, yet has no way to express the pain? What if the old, abused ferret that I saved, then had to bury 3 days later is still suffering in pain? Or how about that tree that you're cutting into? I'm certain that those are living so how do you know that it can't feel the sharp chainsaw blading slicing its flesh, then innards then being let go to smash onto the hard ground? If everything could express itself I think this world would be a lot different. Yeah, yeah. Science this science that. Doesn't matter, you never know till you are part of it. You will never know if things can feel when they're dead or not alive to begin with.

Week 4 Theme

1. It was a cold, fall night in the town of Bucksport. Not as cold as it typically is that time of year, though. I was sitting in the stands with my sister and a group of annoying high school girls screaming in my ear. I was sitting on the bleachers wearing a warm Dexter Tigers sweatshirt with my boyfriends jersey over it- number 10.  He was out playing quarter back on the field. It was the quarter final matchup against Bucksport. That was it, do or die. They needed to win this game or else the season would be over. At first they were getting stomped, but just as soon as everyone had counted them out, they came back and tied up the game. From that point on it was a head to head matchup throughout the game. Our team would score a touchdown and take the lead, and as soon as they did, Bucksport had scored after us. It all came down to the final seconds. We needed a field goal to win the game and advance in the playoffs. It was a senior boy who was the kicker and was on point all year with his extra points. However, this field goal was a little further back. Boys on the sidelines shushed the crowd as we all waited for the snap. There it was- a snap, catch, hold, kick and there it went- all the way to the right about 20 feet off the ground and about 5 yards away from the original spot. No good. That was a heartbreaking night for the Tigers on that cold, fall night.


2. It was a cold, fall night in the town of Bucksport. Not as cold as it typically is that time of year, though. I was sitting in the stands with my sister and a group of hot boys cheering behind us.  I was sitting on the bleachers wearing a warm Dexter Tigers sweatshirt with my boyfriends jersey over it- number 10.  He was out playing quarter back on the field. It was the Eastern Maine final matchup against Bucksport. That was it, do or die. They needed to win this game or else the season would be over. At first they were getting stomped, but just as soon as everyone had counted them out, they came back and tied up the game. From that point on it was a head to head matchup throughout the game. Our team would score a touchdown and take the lead, and as soon as they did, Bucksport had scored after us. It all came down to the final seconds. We needed a field goal to win the game and advance in the playoffs. It was a senior boy who was the kicker and was on point all year with his extra points. However, this field goal was 20 yards behind the PAT spot. Boys on the sidelines shushed the crowd as we all waited for the snap. There it was- a snap, catch, hold, kick and there it went- all the way to the goal post, it soared so closely and missed the upright by a half an inch. Such a long season had come down to the final seconds, the final few inches and the Tigers had fallen short. It was a heartbreaking loss for them, especially the kicker who served his last play ever with a no-good field goal.


3.  It was a cold, fall night in the city of Portland. Not as cold as it typically is that time of year, though. I was sitting in the stands with my sister with a group of hot boys cheering behind me. I was sitting on the bleachers wearing a warm Dexter Tigers sweatshirt with my boyfriends jersey over it- number 10.  He was out playing quarter back on the field. It was the state final matchup against Winslow. We were undefeated, so were they. That was it, do or die. They needed to win this game or else they wouldn't bring the state championship home. The tigers were winning through the whole game, but just as soon as everyone had counted Winslow out, they came back and tied up the game. From that point on it was a head to head matchup throughout the game. Our team would score a touchdown and take the lead, and as soon as they did, Winslow had scored after us. It all came down to the final seconds. We needed a field goal to win the game and advance in the playoffs. It was a senior boy who was the kicker and was on point all year with his extra points. However, this field goal was a little further back. Boys on the sidelines shushed the crowd as we all waited for the snap. There it was- a snap, catch, hold, kick and there it went- all the way through- 10 feet over the uprights and everyone watched the refs, "The kick is good!" The crowd screamed in unison. The Dexter Tigers are the 2012 state champions! The crowd including me, rushed onto the field to celebrate the amazing victory. After the celebration my boyfriend took me back to his house with a nice dinner waiting and proposed to me. It was a great night for everyone on that cold, fall night in Portland.

Week 3 Prompt

"Trev, you are not going to believe what just happened to me at the gas station." I exclaimed.
"What happened, babe?"
"Well  I pulled into the pump, the one right next to the doors and some asshole tries pulling in from the opposite side! He almost smashed my car and then tried to tell me to back up. Um how about no?
"Well did you?" Trevor asked.
"Oh hell no. I stayed there and motioned for him to back up. So he did and pulls in right next to me, awkward."
"Did he say anything to you when he got out?"
"Nope but his junkie girlfriend did, she called me a bitch so I honked my horn at her and flipped her off."
He laughed a deep chuckle and said, "Did she come back at you?"
"Her little girlfriend did, she opened her car door started calling me a slut and said she was gonna hop in my car. I laughed in her face and told her to get off welfare."
"Holy shit! She probably didn't like that too much!"
"You're right, she called me the c-word and I took off, rather not get in a fight with nasty people."
"Good for you."

True story, happened today.

Week 3 prompt

The mall is packed with about a million people it seems today. Lots of girls in their group of friends, lots of jocks and some college kids. School shopping it seems.

"Dude that pass you had last night was sick! You need to throw to me more, man and we'll get touch downs every time!"

"Hell ya homie"His friend replied.

"Seriously though what the hell was with Joe? He was suckin' major balls last night. He needs to pull up his skirt and be a man and take a hit."

"Ya dude he was being a wimp."

Across the room was a group of girls. "Oh my god, Becky did you see Joe in his football uniform last night? He was sooooo dreamy."

"Um, yeah I saw him stinkin' up the sidelines too, but he is still so hot!" Sitting at the lunch tables was a group of girls and boys.

"Are you going to eat that burger?"

"Yeah."

"Shit, man."

There you go, typical mall scene.

Week 3 prompt

It was getting late out, I had drunken one too many Vodkas for my own good. It was starting to get cold out and my friends were getting antsy to leave the apartment.
"Hmm, to wear a mini skirt or to wear a mini dress that is the question." I thought aloud to myself. "Maybe I should go with this hot skirt and a cute crop?" I said. "But then you're going to get cold you dyte, wear a bold pair of skinny's and a fringe crop. Warm yet fashionable."
My friend blurted out, "Hurry up in there!"
"Why don't I just wear the mini skirt, I'm sure it'll be warm in the frat house? No you can't wear that, you're going to be walking and you're already drunk for Christ's sake!"
"HURRY THE HELL UP!" I could hear the anger in my friends voice.
"This is so hard, I want to show off my legs, but I also want to be warm! Screw it you only live once!" At that moment I walked out of the room wearing a black mini with a sexy crop that read "Gangsta rap made me do it." My friends whistled at me like a dog and we hit the streets for a good night.

Week 3 Theme

It was a week before Christmas time in my little home. The house smelled of apple cider, the tree was lit, the snow was floating down outside like it does in the children's books. It all seemed so wonderful until my sister clicked on the QVC network.
"What the hell is this?" I said.
"What's it look like you dud it's QVC!" She stammered back at me.
"Uh, do we seriously need to watch this?"
"Well have you any other suggestions on what to get Mom for Christmas?" She sort of shouted back.
"Well I can tell you one thing, I will most definitley not be spending my hard earned money on a velvet cloth sweater. That thing looks like a rabbit took a dump on it. Soft and shitty."
"Well aren't you just a happy camper today." Suddenly as I looked outside my head started dreaming of rabbits playing in the snow and the shitty, velvet sweater didn't seem so bad after all- who am I kidding that thing was atrocious!

That's all I got-for today folks.

Week 2 Prompt

I grew up in an old, rickety house. One of many I might add. It was quite the scary old house. It was over 100 years old and stood three stories high. It was the oldest house in my town. I was very young but can remember everything vividly in that house; the old stair case that smelled like cellar leading up to the front door, the storage room that held my late grandparents belongings. It was a scary room that we often didn't go near. The back bedroom was also very scary- old white wallpaper was peeling off with age and creaky windows that never seemed to settle. But the scariest room of all was not one that was often entered. It was a trap door behind the pantry wall that led up to the attic. Upon opening the pantry door, one shelf had to be removed from the pantry in order to gain access to the piece of plywood that covered the small square hole. After crawling through the tiny space you were exposed to a winding stair case that led up to the scary, open attic. The legends that walked this attic gave me nightmares. An old doctor used to kill his patients up there and then hung himself from the rafters above. Another, an old witch used to practice witch craft and sacrifice small children to Satan himself and when you made it around the final corner of the stair case she was waiting there to grab you. Stories like these are what pops up in my head every time I think about this old home. My sisters even have claimed to see a ghost in there. Though, I never did I still believe them.

This is question number 7

Prompt Week 2 REDONE- EDITED

"Want to try something really, really bad?" Of course my intriguing mind couldn't resist. "Sure" I said with a slick smile. She pulled out a small baggie that had bits of green in it. I knew what it was, I wasn't stupid, I just had never seen it before and she could tell by the shocked look in my eye. "It's alright, it isn't as bad as some people say." Her reassuring words eased my mind. She packed some of the green bits into a small, glass pipe that was engraved with swirls and patterns of all different colors. "Is this going to hurt?" I asked out of fright.
"Of course not. Well, it might burn on the way down but you'll get over it." Well, if she said so I guess she had to be right. When she had finished packing the green substance into the swirly, majestic looking structure I felt a twinge of nervousness in my stomach. "It's alright. I'll show you how then you can have a turn."
"Okay." I said wearily. As she brought the pipe to her lips she lit the lighter and I could see smoke billowing out around her mouth. She made a squinted up face for about 5 seconds and then coughed out a big cloud of smoke. "You're turn." She said with a smile.
"I need help!"
"Just hold your finger on this hole and when I say suck, suck the smoke into your lungs as much as you can and no matter how bad it burns, don't let it out!" I put my lips to the pipe just as she had done. As the lighter lit I hear her yell "Suck!" So I did just that. Just as soon as I started to suck I broke out into a coughing fit like I've never experienced. I let my lips off the pipe and hacked out a huge cloud of smoke. This coughing continued for about 5 minutes. Just as soon as I could catch my breath she had stopped laughing. "That was hilarious. Ready for some more?"

This is prompt number 8

Week 2 Prompt

It was a cold rainy afternoon. Thoughts from the night before still haunted my memory. "Just forget about it" I'd tell myself as I choked back the tears. Why had I been so stupid? Was it because I was in love, because I was so mad or because I just don't think before I act? I couldn't answer that question fully but one thing was for sure, I knew I had screwed up. Bad. I laid there silently staring at the wall wondering when he'd call me. When he'd realize that he missed me. Then it suddenly hit me. He had already called- but it wasn't me he was calling. It was the little harlot he had been calling. "Was it true that he was only talking to her to get his mind off of me?" I wondered through tear soaked eyes. "Maybe I should tell him what I did. To clear the air and free my mind of guilt. Maybe I should let him know that I still hold unconditional love for him and that we should work past it. Or maybe I should let him go completely." These were all thoughts storming my head. As I lay there thinking that a nap might help me let go I was just about to shut my eyes and finally close off from the dark world that seemed so hopeless, I looked down at my phone and saw his name on my caller ID.

This prompt is number 5.

Theme Week 2

I walk into the classroom and sit down at my desk. Seeing all my friends with their pink Razr phones makes me want to slap all of them. It's not fair that I don't get to have a phone. I write about not having a phone as a persuasive essay assignments addressed to my mother- she still won't get me one, though.

It's finally here! my very own pink Razr phone. Of course it is now outdated and everyone else has full keyboards but I'm perfectly content with my little Razr. I can now make phone calls to my boyfriend- his house phone of course- who has yet to have the great privilege of having such a high-tech device like me. I rubbed it in his face.

After a long time of convincing my mother I was finally able to upgrade my very first cell phone to a phone with- get this- a full keyboard! I ran my fingers all along the letters hitting each one over and over as if it was magic that I no longer was chained to the infamous T9 style of texting.  However, always being the girl that is behind, my friends sprung ahead of me and now have phones that have touch screen. It really is quite depressing that I am always behind, but I was content with my keyboard.

Months later my friends all had upgraded to the newest most innovative cell phone, ones that could hold the most grand thing known to man- internet. After careful observation I have come to the realization that I will always be a step behind everyone else. Maybe one day I will win the lottery and be able to buy the latest, greatest technology there is. But for now I'm happy with my touch screen/ keyboard phone with no internet access. That is what laptops are for anyway.

Journal Entry # 3

As I sit in my house waiting for the laundry to finish drying I wonder what it'd be like to have laundry that folds itself; or even laundry that switches from the washer to the dryer automatically. I've thought about inventing this machine that transfers all of the wet, washed clothes over to the dryer and automatically starts. That would save a lot of the hassle that comes with remembering to switch over laundry. It would take away from mildew and rust stains in the washing machine. It would be designed so when setting the washing machine you can set how long you want the clothes to be dried and throw the dryer sheet in before hand. This is something that I think about quite often. I think it could be made pretty easily and I'd make millions. Just a thought.

Journal Entry # 2

Why do people do certain things? I feel like there are some people on this planet that just do everything in their power to gain attention. For example, the kid sitting next to me in the library is blaring his headphones. Does he really need them that loud? Is he partially deaf? Or does he just use his taste of music to gain attention from others, and the only way that anyone can hear what he is listening to is by blowing his own ear drums. It really confuses me. Maybe he is having a rough day and doesn't want to hear himself think. Or maybe he is planning on writing his own music and is using the loud, incoherent babbling that he calls lyrics as a starting point for his own style of music. I should have asked him before he left.