I’m a Blogger Who Doesn’t Really Blog

You know, I’ve had a blog for about…four years now, I’d say, and I wrote on it frequenty the first year, not as much the second, not much at all the third, and I post occassionally now, but I really never actually “blogged,” like I’m doing now, I guess. xD I mean, actually, I guess I kind of have a few times, like the “My Thoughts” kind of deals…maybe I should just keep up with that. I just had the sudden urge to blog, just to write about my day or how I feel or something. I’ve only really done that when I was really depressed in the past or when something was bothering me. I don’t know, though…There is something a little, un-nerving about writing about my “secret” thoughts and feelings, or listing my whereabouts and daily schedule, or even just…I don’t know…Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Most likely not, actually. But this was fun. xD Maybe I’ll just put up little cute posts like this every now and then. lol

Well, anyways, just wanted to write something…I’ve been working extremely hard lately, stayed up so late last night I only got like 3 hours of sleep and I’ve been kind of energized all day…Hey, I think today was a good day… Well, anyways, I’ve been stressed, and this was kind of a release.

-satisfied nod-

Going to Texas State!

Well, I applied to Texas State University on November 23, 2009, trying to meet the scholarship deadline of December 15, but came across a whole lot of problems. :\ I don’t really want to go through it all, but Texas State was asking for things that my school was refusing to give me…Anyways, after many e-mails, phone calls, and application checking…the golden envelope finally arrived right before the new year.

I’ve been accepted to Texas State University in San Marcos! I will hopefully be attending this upcoming fall and will be majoring in Studio Art with All-Level Teacher Certification. Now, I just need to scrounge up all the money I can, a very difficult task…

Levels of Madness

I really don’t want to talk right now…I’m just going to go, but here was my prompt: Explain the signifigance of the names of the company’s stations: Outer, Central, and Inner from Joseph Conrad’s novel, Heart of Darkness. Relate these names to the development of the story.

Like the heart that beats in a human’s body, or the very Earth we walk on, the African wilderness has great layers, depths, and volumes. Clearly demonstrating this in his novel Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad uses the names of the company’s stations throughout the congo to describe the levels of the wilderness and relate to the development of the story. Outer, Central, and Inner describe the surrounding areas of the heart of darkness, along with the heart itself. As the main character, Marlow, ventures from station to station, the story progresses along with his surroundings.

Pride Goes Before a Fall

We’ve been writing a timed writing for homework every day this week so far, in my English class…This essay was on losing one’s pride before failure, once again using Joseph Conrad’s novel, Heart of Darkness. While I thought the topic was the hardest one so far, this paper was the easiest to write so far. O.o

Installed in each person, resides a quality that gives purpose to life and motivation to actions. Pride is the very reason people continue to live their lives each day and attempt to overcome obstacles. Without pride, people are merely hollowed shells with no heart, no mind, and no soul. Without these essentials, mankind loses its passion and vigor in life and becomes empty and useless, falling from the great peak it has risen to. Joseph Conrad, a believer that “pride goes before fall” clearly demonstrates this human weakness through his novel, Heart of Darkness. From first hearing of the inspiring character, Mr. Kurtz, near the beginning of the novel, Conrad’s readers are instantly charmed into discovering more about the powerful man, but as the story continues, Mr. Kurtz becomes tarnished and his pride is stripped from him, leaving him to fall from his pedestal, eventually leading to his death. By witnessing Mr. Kurtz’s failure, the reader witnesses the relationship between pride and success.

Gloom, Brooding Thames

This is the second timed writing kind of essay that I wrote for Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness for my English IV AP class.

Flowing continuously with Marlow’s life and constantly reminding him of the great river deep in the heart of Africa, the Thames River plays an important role in Joseph Conrad’s novel, Heart of Darkness. Opening the story along its calm tide, it presents Marlow with the perfect situation to begin his reminiscence, and ending the book, it ties the two tales together, exposing the theme and adding literary value.

Dictating Civilization

After reading Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness over Thanksgiving Break, I was to write a short essay for my English class explaining how the author used selection of detail, diction, and syntax to present his views on the march of civilization. Once again, I am dead tired, I was really unable to get into writing this piece, and it’s terribly written. I am quite frustrated at the moment, and I wish I had time to write something more interesting and fictional…

On a side note, I received a few comments on my last post. I cannot tell you how happy that made me. Receiving even one comment now…that just gives me hope, a lot of hope. Oui, I just feel better just thinking about that…people reading my blog. Thank you so much, guys! It really really means a great deal to me…See, I’m already ranting…

With each new step, society marches forward, progressing, imposing, and overcoming. Marching through the heart of Africa, European society encroached upon the Natives and changed the continent for marketing and cultural purposes. From the pages of his novel, Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad expresses his own personal views on the march of civilization, carefully selecting details and meticulously constructing his diction to clearly illustrate his thoughts.

Sailing to a New Future

I know that this essay is extremely lame and poorly written, but I am dead tired, it’s 11:00PM, I didn’t get home late because of 2-hour band practice, and I ate chili for dinner. I hate chili. This is just an essay for my World Geography class, which is a freshaman class, and although I’m a senior, I need the credit. It’s supposed to be a practice-AP test kind of essay, but I really didn’t put too much effort into it. :\ I just want sleep.

Resting along the western shoreline of Europe, Spain and Portugal sit, staring out across the enormous blue of the Atlantic Ocean. Prior to 1521, the massive body of water was a mystery, a hope, and an opportunity to explore and expand. At first, the countries were unsure of what they would discover once venturing into the unknown. Wishing for trade, riches, and new lands, they paid explorers to set sail and follow the ocean currents. Fortunately, Spain and Portugal were among the first countries to benefit from overseas exploration.

Artistic Voice

I applied for college last night after finishing up these two essays…I’m going to Texas State! Hopefully, at least xD, I’ll be attending Texas State University in San Marcos next fall to study Studio Art and earn a teacher’s degree. My whole life I wanted to be an English teacher, but this past year or two of writing essay after essay non-stop kind of beat the love out of me. :\ But I love art just as much, so it’s all good. This was the essay about myself that I wrote for my application.

Expression is everything. A person is who he is because he expresses himself to be that way. Without expression, thoughts would remain with their owners, ideas would never leave their creators’ minds, inventions would cease to be created, and art would not exist. Language would serve no purpose and would, therefore, become extinct. Without expression, people would be forced into isolation, unable to retrieve or accept information, feelings, or ideas from another person.

Proud Solution

I applied for college last night after finishing up these two essays…I’m going to Texas State! Hopefully, at least xD, I’ll be attending Texas State University in San Marcos next fall to study Studio Art and earn a teacher’s degree. My whole life I wanted to be an English teacher, but this past year or two of writing essay after essay non-stop kind of beat the love out of me. :\ But I love art just as much, so it’s all good. This was the essay about an issue I feel strongly about that I wrote for my application.

With the gentle rocking motion of the school bus persuading me from side to side, I began to visualize my schedule in my mind. Staring into the cloudless blue sky lit by the late afternoon sun, I planned to complete my homework the moment I got home, finish my remaining chores, and continue to work on my college applications. The slight clanking of the two flute cases clutched in my arms reminded me to leave some time to practice my instrument. After thanking the bus driver for the ride as I always did, I stepped out and began to walk home thinking that I had a busy night ahead of me and I needed to manage my time well. Continuing along the sidewalk and around the corner, I began to receive the beauty of the day. There was a clear sky above allowing the trees to gently sway in full color and inviting the birds to share their vocal talents. Gentle, warm whiffs of air brushed past my face and played with my long hair a bit as I continued my trek.

Opening Innocent Eyes

I applied for scholarships about a month ago, but I need to write a personal narrative to go with my applications. I believe it was supposed to be around 400 words long and was supposed to describe my educational goals, my aspiration, and my plans after high school/college.

Through a child’s untouched eyes, life is a different view. Colors are splattered all about, bright, vibrant, unique, and colorful. Lines run in every direction leading the eye from one interesting object to the next. To children, our planet is a wondrous sight, never a bore, and intricately beautiful, but as they grow, they gradually begin to lose this sensitive awareness. As my years have passed, my appreciation for the beauty of the world around me has developed and grown, not perished. I continue to view life through the eyes of a child, innocent, creative, and filled with wonder. With a vivid imagination, I have learned to take in my observations and add to them with my own creative style. Over the years I have relied on creativity to express my interpretation of life and to express myself. My skills have improved, my knowledge has expanded, and I have allowed my talent to shine. Art is a gift not only to the artist, but also to anyone who takes in the artist’s work, viewing his gift to the world.