Colleges

My two dream colleges that I would love to get into are NYU and UCLA because they have two of the best film schools in the country. I doubt that I will get into either one of those right off the bat from high school, so I'm hoping I get into UGA where I will go for my first two years, take my core classes, and then transfer to NYU and UCLA so that I can go to one of their film schools. If none of those things happen, then I'll cry a lot, pee a little, go to a crappy college, and work my way into the Hollywood system no matter what it takes; sex for money, killing people, bribing, hustling...it'll happen :)

Free Write: Paranormal Activity

There is a movie out called Paranormal Activity that I desperately want to see. It is only playing in a very limited amount of theaters and I desperately want to go to Atlanta to catch a showing of it. Apparently it is supposed to be the scariest movie of the year. It only shows at midnight but hopefully I will get the permission to see it. If I do, I'm TOTALLY checking out of school early on Friday to go see it!!!! So yeah, here's to hoping this works out.

Journal Entry #12: Risks

I think that life is all about taking risks. Taking risks is what makes life fun, not boring, and worth living. Everyone NEEDS to take risks at some point or another. Here are the reasons why I believe these things: People who don’t take risks will never live up to their full potential. If someone wanted to be a veterinarian, but said to themselves, ‘I don’t think I could make it through veterinary school, so I guess I’ll just work in a yarn factory instead,’ this person would not be living to their full potential because they were not taking risks.
I also think that risks are important because taking risks can sometimes lead to mistakes. Mistakes are something that I think EVERYONE needs to make in their life. Mistakes are a big part of life, and if you don’t make them, then you don’t have anything to learn from. Although mistakes may be regretful, they teach you life lessons about how you should live your life from that point. I also just think that taking risks in general just makes life more exciting. For example, I want to do things like sky-diving and bungee-jumping just because I think it makes life more exciting. I realize that if something were to go wrong in one of those situations, I could easily be killed, but I would much more prefer to die doing something cool like sky-diving than by…say… choking on a piece of steak. And if I live through the event without anything going wrong, then that’s one more thing that I can add to my list of amazing things that I’ve done before I died! So all in all, I do believe that “if you don’t risk anything you risk more”.

The Best Thing In Life Is...

The best thing in life is petting my puppy on the top of his head after he has just finished a puppy-sized bowl of puppy chow. Then we take a nap.

It is nice when we cuddle because I love my puppy and my puppy loves me. He is really man’s best friend. He is always there for me and he makes me feel happy because I dont have any friends.

When I wake up we play with the ball or I feed him some more puppy chow.
Wait…my mom just told me I don’t have a puppy.

My Weekend POV/ Goat POV

My POV
This past weekend I went up to my mother’s house in North Carolina where I spent a lot of time with our many animals. We have a barn and field complete with chickens, miniature donkeys, pigs, and two new baby goats. I went down to the barn to go play with the animals and feed them. When I let the goats out of their stall I had a lot of trouble getting them back into it. The bigger goat kept charging the donkeys and reared up at some of the donkeys and our pig, Rosie. All of the animals followed me around for food and begged until I finally gave them some snacks. Overall, they were bad.

Goat’s POV
This weekend I met a new boy named Will. He was really nice and came to play with me and my sister. He fed us yummy snacks. I cried out whenever I knew he was outside the stall for him to come play with us. When he finally let us out, I was so excited. The first things I did once I was outside of the stall was charge Rosie the pig, because she had bit my little sister earlier that week. I didn’t want to go back in the stall, and I didn’t feel obliged since Will still hasn’t even given me a name to call me by. Will left after only two days, and I miss him. I hope he comes back to visit soon.

Marla Singer

Marla Singer was born and raised in the slums of Chicago, Illinois. She suffered a terrible childhood, filled with many instances of sexual deviance and experimentation with drugs. At the age of 19, she left her family without a word and moved out to Florida where she was picked up by a local support group for drug addicts. Marla was able to kick her drugs habits (with cigarettes as the exception) and later left the support group without a word. Despite her love for the other patients there, she found that the employees were a bunch of hypocritical (insert plural expletive here) who were just joining this business as a way to make themselves feel better about their own problems by watching others suffer. Marla later moved back to Chicago at the age of 31 where she found out that her parents had passed away in a terrible accident. She took up whatever illegal hobby she could find to make money, whether it be selling drugs to underage teens around town or stealing clothes from Laundromats to sell at clothes stores. Out of sheer boredom she began attending group therapy sessions to observe people who were suffering. It was there that she ran into one of the oddest people she had ever met.

Entry #8 Good mood vs. bad mood

SAD GUY
This dreadful building was staring down at me. It seemed to conceal the sun and all light in the world behind it, casting dark brooding shadows over me. It may have been a clear sunny day outside, but there was nothing bright about this gray building. It was dull, with thick black cracks stretching across the edges of it like cobwebs. I didn’t want to enter, for fear that I would lose myself within the black hole that was the entrance, and never come out alive.

HAPPY GUY
I arrived back at the grey apartment complex, but the mood around me was so great that it seemed to shine with a white glow. The small cracks across the building appeared to be its way of smiling at me. The sunlight shining from behind the building made it seem like the building had a halo. Everything was right about the day from the bright blue sky shining above me to the giddy ants that were crawling across the sidewalk. I walked into the building with a smile on my face.