October 1, 2014
Prompt: Reasons for sleeping in.
Beep! Beep! Beep! My noisy alarm clock buzzes, instantly cutting my subconscious off in the middle of a dream. I groan and roll over. My eyes stay tightly shut as I fling my arm out from under the warm depths of my blanket. I blindly roam my hand over my nightstand, feeling nothing but the cold wood. My fingers finally wrap themselves around my old phone. Gotcha! I shut off the alarm without opening my eyes. I've learned the buttons I have to press. It's purely muscle memory now.
I know I have places I need to be, but a few minutes of laying in bed won't hurt. I didn't get to bed very early, so I'm sure this little rest will help my body prepare for the rest of the day. My eyes sure are enjoying the prolonged break. I have to do what's best for them, right? My health is extremely important. If I don't make the right decision, it could alter my entire performance today. My eyes will try to shut and get the rest I so rudely deprived them of.
Not to mention my brain! It constantly works, but I'm sure it feels more at ease while I'm asleep. I'd hate to overwork it. I'm sure it's pretty stressed right now from the struggle of juggling work and school. It would just be terrible of me to not let it have another hour to relax. My brain is in charge of my entire body, so it would be in my best interest to let it get a breather. Otherwise, I'll be fumbling around all day and be half asleep.
Once I actually roll out of bed, I'll have to actually be productive. So I could just lay here an extra hour or two... I'd rather avoid the large amount of homework that will be due later. Not to mention I have work. I'm not really in the mood to socialize. I'm sure if I get a little more rest, I'll be a bit more of a people person. So this extra nap is purely for the sake of society. I'm such a good person! I smile to myself and dig myself deeper into the den of blankets. Just one more hour of sleep... or maybe two.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
September 30, 2014
Free write.
I know free writes probably aren't that much fun for people to read, but I like having somewhere to just write for no purpose. Just to let out whatever it is that's on my mind. I have a lot of thoughts right now, just floating around.
I've recently found out that I've gotten back into the mood of writing just for fun even. The other day I put on a good CD and grabbed an old notebook that had some blank pieces in it and just went at it. For the past few years, the little writing I have been working on has been on my laptop. It felt nice to use a pencil. Instead of clicking keys, I can scribble and erase. It's honestly more work writing that way, but I've missed it. I'm less of a perfectionist when I'm writing on paper. It also gives me the ability to add in on the margins and cross out old ideas for new ones.
On the topic of writing on paper verses using a computer, I guess paper is pretty much a thing of the past. My senior year in high school we didn't even use paper in my history classes. They had completely gone online. They had started making science classes the same and were talking about ways to turn our math classes that way as well. I'm sure english classes will eventually follow suite. It's a good thing we can converse paper I suppose, but I grew up doing everything on paper.
I have a feeling when everyone else is doing everything online, I'll being sitting reading a paper book instead. I'll be that old-fashioned person that doesn't want to completely transition over like the rest of the world. Don't get me wrong, I love technology. I use it every day. I just worry that things like paper are just going to be done away with.
Free write.
I know free writes probably aren't that much fun for people to read, but I like having somewhere to just write for no purpose. Just to let out whatever it is that's on my mind. I have a lot of thoughts right now, just floating around.
I've recently found out that I've gotten back into the mood of writing just for fun even. The other day I put on a good CD and grabbed an old notebook that had some blank pieces in it and just went at it. For the past few years, the little writing I have been working on has been on my laptop. It felt nice to use a pencil. Instead of clicking keys, I can scribble and erase. It's honestly more work writing that way, but I've missed it. I'm less of a perfectionist when I'm writing on paper. It also gives me the ability to add in on the margins and cross out old ideas for new ones.
On the topic of writing on paper verses using a computer, I guess paper is pretty much a thing of the past. My senior year in high school we didn't even use paper in my history classes. They had completely gone online. They had started making science classes the same and were talking about ways to turn our math classes that way as well. I'm sure english classes will eventually follow suite. It's a good thing we can converse paper I suppose, but I grew up doing everything on paper.
I have a feeling when everyone else is doing everything online, I'll being sitting reading a paper book instead. I'll be that old-fashioned person that doesn't want to completely transition over like the rest of the world. Don't get me wrong, I love technology. I use it every day. I just worry that things like paper are just going to be done away with.
September 29, 2014
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a glass sitting on the edge of a table.
Life gets boring sitting is this cabinet. It's dark and cramped. You'd think it wouldn't be so bad since I'm not in here alone. All of us quickly run out of things to talk about. Glasses live very repetitive lives. We sit in darkness, until a human opens up the cabinet door. We are blinded by the sudden intrusion of the light, then one of us is selected at random. Usually whoever is closest to the front. I'm pretty sure that's just a matter of the humans being lazy and picking whatever is nearest for them.
The after being the chosen one, the human just fills us with a beverage of his liking. Then we are used. Once we have served our purpose, we get washed and put back into the chambers of the cabinet. You're probably thinking this is a very boring existence. Well, think again.
As a glass, we live in constant fear of the clumsiness of humans. They're prone to clink us or even drop us. It's terrifying to know you could be safely in the hands of the human one second, then smashed into tiny fragments the next. We have no ways to protect ourselves or prevent this. We must solely rely on the person.
While I've been explaining my life, a human has actually decided to use me. I'm already headed to the living room now, I just didn't want to interrupt in the middle of a story. I love getting to visit the living room! It's my favorite room in the house. It's more cozy than the kitchen, and not to mention there's a giant television. I don't really understand it, but it's a treat to watch after being immersed in constant darkness for so long.
Well hey, this is pretty nice! The human put me on a coster today! He takes a few sips then pushes me back on the table. A bit further back than I'm used to... I'm sitting on the edge. My breathing is faster than normal. If one of the kids run by, this could be it for me. Oh no, I hear one now. I brace myself for impact as my heartbeat skyrockets. The child just barely avoids knocking into me, but his siblings are close behind...
I need a break.
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a glass sitting on the edge of a table.
Life gets boring sitting is this cabinet. It's dark and cramped. You'd think it wouldn't be so bad since I'm not in here alone. All of us quickly run out of things to talk about. Glasses live very repetitive lives. We sit in darkness, until a human opens up the cabinet door. We are blinded by the sudden intrusion of the light, then one of us is selected at random. Usually whoever is closest to the front. I'm pretty sure that's just a matter of the humans being lazy and picking whatever is nearest for them.
The after being the chosen one, the human just fills us with a beverage of his liking. Then we are used. Once we have served our purpose, we get washed and put back into the chambers of the cabinet. You're probably thinking this is a very boring existence. Well, think again.
As a glass, we live in constant fear of the clumsiness of humans. They're prone to clink us or even drop us. It's terrifying to know you could be safely in the hands of the human one second, then smashed into tiny fragments the next. We have no ways to protect ourselves or prevent this. We must solely rely on the person.
While I've been explaining my life, a human has actually decided to use me. I'm already headed to the living room now, I just didn't want to interrupt in the middle of a story. I love getting to visit the living room! It's my favorite room in the house. It's more cozy than the kitchen, and not to mention there's a giant television. I don't really understand it, but it's a treat to watch after being immersed in constant darkness for so long.
Well hey, this is pretty nice! The human put me on a coster today! He takes a few sips then pushes me back on the table. A bit further back than I'm used to... I'm sitting on the edge. My breathing is faster than normal. If one of the kids run by, this could be it for me. Oh no, I hear one now. I brace myself for impact as my heartbeat skyrockets. The child just barely avoids knocking into me, but his siblings are close behind...
I need a break.
September 28, 2014
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a clean sock that was mistakenly placed in the hamper.
Ah! I love the feeling of being freshly taken out of the dryer. Don't get me wrong, I hate the process of being dried. All of that tossing and turning makes me dizzy. Not to mention, I don't get along with any of the fellows I get thrown in with. I'd rather keep my distance from them. Not because I'm claustrophobic or anything. I guess I should explain what it is about me that personally makes the life of being a sock so difficult.
I'm a germaphobe. You've seen the humans that are like that, they touch any foreign object and have to pull out the hand sanitizer. I'm obviously not quite like that. I like the feeling I get after I've been washed and dried. I get the human smell and germs off of me.
Life as a sock isn't nearly as easy as it may sound and definitely is far from enjoyable. Humans just toss me around like I don't have feelings. I either end up in one of a few places if I'm not in the wash. Where I should be, is in the quiet confines of the sock drawer. It's nice in there, sure it's a bit crowded, but you kind of get used to it. Then I obviously end up on my owner's feet. I'm not a fan of this part, but it's my duty. I just hate what happens with me when the human has decided they no longer need me, but is too lazy to dispose of me properly. I just get ripped off and tossed onto the floor. This isn't how I should be treated. I deserve some respect.
Then there are the moments when I'm freshly washed and the human doesn't feel like putting me away, or I get dropped on the way to the drawer. This doesn't happen often, but my fate is the same each time. I lay there for a few days, alone on the cold floor. No one notices me. Then one day, someone casts their glance in my direction. I get picked up. Now, used to I had my hopes up that I was being moved to the drawer, nope. The silly human thinks I'm one of those filthy socks that has been thrown onto the floor. I then get put in with all of the filth in the hamper. This is disgusting. I'm clean and don't deserve to be put in with them. Maybe someday I'll get my revenge.
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a clean sock that was mistakenly placed in the hamper.
Ah! I love the feeling of being freshly taken out of the dryer. Don't get me wrong, I hate the process of being dried. All of that tossing and turning makes me dizzy. Not to mention, I don't get along with any of the fellows I get thrown in with. I'd rather keep my distance from them. Not because I'm claustrophobic or anything. I guess I should explain what it is about me that personally makes the life of being a sock so difficult.
I'm a germaphobe. You've seen the humans that are like that, they touch any foreign object and have to pull out the hand sanitizer. I'm obviously not quite like that. I like the feeling I get after I've been washed and dried. I get the human smell and germs off of me.
Life as a sock isn't nearly as easy as it may sound and definitely is far from enjoyable. Humans just toss me around like I don't have feelings. I either end up in one of a few places if I'm not in the wash. Where I should be, is in the quiet confines of the sock drawer. It's nice in there, sure it's a bit crowded, but you kind of get used to it. Then I obviously end up on my owner's feet. I'm not a fan of this part, but it's my duty. I just hate what happens with me when the human has decided they no longer need me, but is too lazy to dispose of me properly. I just get ripped off and tossed onto the floor. This isn't how I should be treated. I deserve some respect.
Then there are the moments when I'm freshly washed and the human doesn't feel like putting me away, or I get dropped on the way to the drawer. This doesn't happen often, but my fate is the same each time. I lay there for a few days, alone on the cold floor. No one notices me. Then one day, someone casts their glance in my direction. I get picked up. Now, used to I had my hopes up that I was being moved to the drawer, nope. The silly human thinks I'm one of those filthy socks that has been thrown onto the floor. I then get put in with all of the filth in the hamper. This is disgusting. I'm clean and don't deserve to be put in with them. Maybe someday I'll get my revenge.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
September 27, 2014
I like to make sure not all of my blogs are prompts so this one I'll make into a free write. I've noticed on the days I have work I have a harder time with remembering to do my blogs. I usually end up doing a few things when I get home then just completely crashing. Hopefully I'll find a better system for posting these before long. I have noticed an improvement with the ease I write though. I used to spend a lot longer staring at the screen, while willing for a decent thought to find itself onto the page. Anymore I just let my fingers do the typing while my brain thinks.
I actually have to be up by four in the morning to get ready for work, so I will need to make this a pretty fast blog. One of the girls from work even said she'd bring me some food from McDonalds to help wake me up tomorrow. I thought that was really sweet of her to offer considering she has a pretty far drive to get to work in the first place. In fact, I think all of the people I work with are incredibly nice. That's probably one of the reasons I debate whether or not I want to find a new job.
This one is just minimum wage, so I know I need to find a job that pays better. I get bored with standing in the same place and asking people the same questions each day, but yet I don't really have the desire to quit. I've grown attached to quite a few of my customers. A lot of them are really sweet and actually remember little details about my life that I tell them. It doesn't seem like a big deal, but I don't expect people to remember things like me talking about foods I want to try or my college plans. I just assume they are being polite, so it always surprises me the little things people are able to remember. Well it's already tomorrow, so I really need to catch some sleep.
I like to make sure not all of my blogs are prompts so this one I'll make into a free write. I've noticed on the days I have work I have a harder time with remembering to do my blogs. I usually end up doing a few things when I get home then just completely crashing. Hopefully I'll find a better system for posting these before long. I have noticed an improvement with the ease I write though. I used to spend a lot longer staring at the screen, while willing for a decent thought to find itself onto the page. Anymore I just let my fingers do the typing while my brain thinks.
I actually have to be up by four in the morning to get ready for work, so I will need to make this a pretty fast blog. One of the girls from work even said she'd bring me some food from McDonalds to help wake me up tomorrow. I thought that was really sweet of her to offer considering she has a pretty far drive to get to work in the first place. In fact, I think all of the people I work with are incredibly nice. That's probably one of the reasons I debate whether or not I want to find a new job.
This one is just minimum wage, so I know I need to find a job that pays better. I get bored with standing in the same place and asking people the same questions each day, but yet I don't really have the desire to quit. I've grown attached to quite a few of my customers. A lot of them are really sweet and actually remember little details about my life that I tell them. It doesn't seem like a big deal, but I don't expect people to remember things like me talking about foods I want to try or my college plans. I just assume they are being polite, so it always surprises me the little things people are able to remember. Well it's already tomorrow, so I really need to catch some sleep.
September 26, 2014
Prompt: Write about a weird day in your workplace.
There was a day we had gotten a lot of snow and I had to go in for work. I'm a cashier at a fairly small grocery store, but we close for nothing. We were open on Thanksgiving and Christmas even. I always work Sundays and they're fairly busy because everyone goes shopping after church. This day, church had actually been called off because of the amount of snow we had received. So we never really had much of a rush like we'd usually have.
Most of us cashiers just hung out up front. We'd been a little short staffed because one girl had gotten sick and one of the guys couldn't show up because of all of the snow and ice. Even with us having half of the normal amount of checkers, we had too much free time. We had a rubber band war when there weren't any customers. Later in the day we'd decided it was cold and we were all getting pretty hungry.
The manager who usually works the night shift is the youngest one and she's really laid back. Her and another one of the higher up girls had gone back to our deli and used to oven to fix a frozen pizza. All of us checkers begged them to fix us a pizza too. They agreed to as long as we bought it. I'm sure we weren't supposed to be doing that at all, but it wasn't busy at all. The few people that would come in wouldn't buy much, so we decided to make the most of what could have been a boring day. Between the rubber band wars, dancing, pizza, and all the other crazy things that went on that day, I'd have to say that was one of the strangest days of "work" I've ever had.
Prompt: Write about a weird day in your workplace.
There was a day we had gotten a lot of snow and I had to go in for work. I'm a cashier at a fairly small grocery store, but we close for nothing. We were open on Thanksgiving and Christmas even. I always work Sundays and they're fairly busy because everyone goes shopping after church. This day, church had actually been called off because of the amount of snow we had received. So we never really had much of a rush like we'd usually have.
Most of us cashiers just hung out up front. We'd been a little short staffed because one girl had gotten sick and one of the guys couldn't show up because of all of the snow and ice. Even with us having half of the normal amount of checkers, we had too much free time. We had a rubber band war when there weren't any customers. Later in the day we'd decided it was cold and we were all getting pretty hungry.
The manager who usually works the night shift is the youngest one and she's really laid back. Her and another one of the higher up girls had gone back to our deli and used to oven to fix a frozen pizza. All of us checkers begged them to fix us a pizza too. They agreed to as long as we bought it. I'm sure we weren't supposed to be doing that at all, but it wasn't busy at all. The few people that would come in wouldn't buy much, so we decided to make the most of what could have been a boring day. Between the rubber band wars, dancing, pizza, and all the other crazy things that went on that day, I'd have to say that was one of the strangest days of "work" I've ever had.
September 25, 2014
Prompt : Write about a time where you hid from someone, or a time you disguised who you really were.
My story will describe some background information for it to make sense. I had received a text from an unknown number and decided to respond. The other person seemed confused that I wasn't the person they were trying to get ahold of. I told them it was fine and it hadn't bothered me. The guy wanted to continue talking so we just asked really pointless questions. Things that wouldn't put me in any sort of danger. I didn't give out my address or last name. My best friend and I had texted this guy for a few months. We had found out he only lived about 30 minutes away and was our age. We assumed that we would never ever meet this guy. What would the odds be of ever running into him? He had wanted us to all hang out, but my best friend and myself were both cautious and felt that wasn't a smart idea. Who knew if this guy was some weirdo?
So we hadn't been talking to this guy very much lately. He had gotten clingy so we pretty much just sort worded him. We were both too nice to just completely stop talking to him. But we had gone out to a city that was closer to where this guy had lived, not thinking anything of it. Be barely talked to the guy so he wasn't on our minds. Turns out, my best friend had mentioned we were out of town and he had happened to be in the city too. So my best friend and I immediately backtrack and try to find a way out of the situation without sounding rude. This guy had planned on meeting us and neither of us had the desire to meet him. So we told him we were at a mall. It was a fairly large location so we thought even if he didn't happen to be there, it would be easy to "miss him". We found out the guy had been across the street from us the whole time. We'd just barely missed him!
Prompt : Write about a time where you hid from someone, or a time you disguised who you really were.
My story will describe some background information for it to make sense. I had received a text from an unknown number and decided to respond. The other person seemed confused that I wasn't the person they were trying to get ahold of. I told them it was fine and it hadn't bothered me. The guy wanted to continue talking so we just asked really pointless questions. Things that wouldn't put me in any sort of danger. I didn't give out my address or last name. My best friend and I had texted this guy for a few months. We had found out he only lived about 30 minutes away and was our age. We assumed that we would never ever meet this guy. What would the odds be of ever running into him? He had wanted us to all hang out, but my best friend and myself were both cautious and felt that wasn't a smart idea. Who knew if this guy was some weirdo?
So we hadn't been talking to this guy very much lately. He had gotten clingy so we pretty much just sort worded him. We were both too nice to just completely stop talking to him. But we had gone out to a city that was closer to where this guy had lived, not thinking anything of it. Be barely talked to the guy so he wasn't on our minds. Turns out, my best friend had mentioned we were out of town and he had happened to be in the city too. So my best friend and I immediately backtrack and try to find a way out of the situation without sounding rude. This guy had planned on meeting us and neither of us had the desire to meet him. So we told him we were at a mall. It was a fairly large location so we thought even if he didn't happen to be there, it would be easy to "miss him". We found out the guy had been across the street from us the whole time. We'd just barely missed him!
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