Showing posts with label list of lists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label list of lists. Show all posts

Monday, March 3, 2014

1.2.8 List of Things to Make Lists Of


List of Things to Make Lists Of
-          homework
-          chores
-          groceries
-          Christmas gifts
-          Crafts to make
-          Email lists
-          Wish lists
-          Book lists
-          Goal lists
-          To Do lists


Monday, November 11, 2013

1.2 Taking Apart Your List by Anna Rae

From "What's Inside My Body":

  • Cautiousness
  • Anger
  • Regret
  • Ovaries
  • Love
  • Eagerness
  • Resentment
  • Ambition
  • Excitement
  • Self-hatred
  • Zeal for bettering myself
  • Yesterdays pains
  • Memories
  • A rational mind
  • Negativity
  • Self-control
  • Kindness
  • Imagination

Paragraph
Yesterday's pain is in my body. I had a really tough childhood and I carry the scars from those pains. I was abandoned by my  biological father, who was suppose to love me forever. I grew up a couple steps above poverty, thanks to my Grandpa for taking us in. When I was in 5th grade, I was in the hospital for nearly 2 months and due to that battle, I gained ten scars, which would cause others to label me as a "freak". I soon became a nobody and I turned to food for comfort. Due to this, I gained weight and the bullying was worse. Things did get better by Freshmen year of High School. However, I still bare the scars of yesterday's pains. 

Sentences
-I'm very cautious about everything in life; I will rarely take a risk.
-I may seem bubbly and happy, but I have an angry side of me. 
-Regrets are always on my mid; I wish the time machine existed. 
-I have ovaries, which I wish I can use one day.
-Though I'm angry, I have a deep rooted love for those that deserve it.
-I have an eagerness to learn and expand my horizons.
-I have a deep rooted resentment who abuse my love and trust.
-Ambition is in my soul; I want to climb to the top.
-I have a tendency to be very excitable. 
-My self-hatred haunts me, because I feel I am not good enough.
-There is a small zeal for wanting to better myself and become that person I imagine myself to be.
-Memories are either haunting me or putting a small smile on my face.
-Overall, my mind is rational; emotions rarely take over. 
-The glass is half-empty, says my negativity.
-I was bred to have self-control and never lose my cool; except for cookies.
-It may be faked and forced or utterly genuine, but I am kind. 
-I have always had an imagination that swims in my mind; I should become a writer. 

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

1.2.9 Taking Apart Your List R.D.

Instructions:  Pick a word from one of your lists and write a paragraph about it.  Write a line for every other item on the list.

From:  What Is Inside My Body

Amnesty:  I chose to include amnesty in my list because I feel a lot of people give me pardon.  My mom gives me pardon because my dad died.  My boss gives me pardon because of how hardworking I am.  My friends give me pardon because I just got out of a bad three-year relationship.  While I may not feel such pardons are necessary, I can't deny how much I appreciate the, so I had to give them mention.

I carry many secrets inside of me because some people can't know, or can't handle, the truth.

I feel I often exude madness and no one has yet to tell me otherwise.

I suffer from many forms of anxiety.

I often experience nausea in the morning.

I have many theories on how to change and/or make the world a better place.

I hold onto hope that people are inherently good and things will get better.

While buried, I do hold hold ambition inside of me.

I carry the idea of death with me because I deal with the pain of having lost daily.

I have some abandonment issues.

I aim to break out of my shell and act recklessly sometimes.

I am ultimately a lazy person.

I hope the thing my friends love about me is my eccentricity.

Despite my maturity I know I am still pretty naive.

I value the importance of education.

I feel I have high levels of perception and am a good judge of character.

I am female, therefore I have embryos.

I do have a short temper sometimes.

I have endurance enough to power through when I need to.

I spend many hours in reverie.

I always carry a song in my mind, in my heart, and in my soul.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

1.2.5 Things I’ve Lost

Things I've Lost

Purses, keys, shoes, socks, pens, lovers, babies, self-respect, self-esteem, poems, notebooks, ability to speak Korean, friends, homes, needles, pencil sharpeners, remotes, batteries, chargers, phones, games, movies, vocal range, flexibility, thoughts, earrings

A Line about Everything

Purses are only useful if they can carry your entire life. Keys don’t always unlock the right doors. Shoes should all come in my size. Socks are basically useless in the summer, Pens are one of the world’s biggest exchange programs. Lovers who don’t love you are just fuckers. Babies are miraculous, even when they’re gross. Self-respect is a big part of one’s identity. Self-esteem issues shouldn’t exist; everyone should know their own value. Poems get too wrapped up in rhymes. Notebooks are jumbled messes of human byproducts. Foreign languages should be easier than they are. Friends shouldn’t forget how to talk. Homes get lost in bad memories. Needles are everywhere, just not in haystacks. Pencil sharpeners aren’t as conveniently located as exits anymore. Remotes are a lazy man’s best friend. Batteries rule the world. Chargers should be universal (get with the program, Apple). Phones are too smart for their own good. Games cease to exist when you forget how to play. Movies set you up for disappointment. Vocal ranges are trickier to develop the second time. Flexibility decreases with age in all parts of the body, but especially in the mind. Lost thoughts linger on the edges of consciousness struggling with their self-worth. I never liked cherry earrings until he gave me a pair.

A Paragraph about One Thing


            I lost my self-respect slowly, over several years in a bad relationship. Everything was my fault. Everything was my job. I felt more like a servant than a partner by the end. And then I spent the next several months fucking anyone that was willing and had tequila. I’m never sure if that was me hitting rock bottom, or building back up…