Anything Goes

Anything Goes

If you could write about anything that you wanted, what would you write about?

Picture of a maze of mirrors by coolmikeol

Many of my friends know that I hate making decisions. So when a teacher gives us students free range, I often don’t know what to do with my new found freedom. I like structure, rules, and regulation. With all the happenings in the world how am I supposed to choose one?  So after much fretting and debating about this subject, I have decided to write about deciding.

A common motif in older cartoons (i.e. Tom and Jerry) is of an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. They debate withthe character back and forth about a “complex” decision in said characters life. Unfortunately, I have never had the aid of those little guys on my shoulders when making decisions, and often have to look towards others for help. Indecisiveness courses through my veins; should I choose this or that? say such and such or so and so? or wear _ or _?  I face these problems from day to day, always wondering which path to take. My life is full of puzzles and maze’s and sometimes they’re trivial and sometimes their mind bending. 

People commonly tell me “If life gives you lemon’s make lemonade”. But sometimes life doesn’t give you quite enough to make lemonade, sometimes all you’re given is sugar, or water, or even just lemons. Typically you are not given enough of all three to actually create a new substance and you have to learn to work with what you’re given.  I need to learn to roll with what I have and to sometime stop over analyzing every tiny snippet of information, close my eyes, and jump.

***HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** : Review of the Book Theif

***HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** : Review of the Book Theif

Hey guys! This is my review for Marcus Zusak’s novel The Book Thief, my original review is on

picture of actual book, by crimsong19


You are going to die.

These are the opening words to my favorite book in the entire world.

Sometimes you don’t get a happy ending, with life there is death and as human beings we all need to realize that one day we are going to die. The Book Thief is on of the most creative, imaginative, well written, and in depth books I have ever read in my entire life. *BE PREPARED TO SOB* if you like rainbows, butterflies, and happy endings or generally hate crying, don’t read this book.

Zusak paints a vivid picture of the life of a young girl named Liesel, as narrated by Death. The book opens in the point of view of Death as he looks back at the life of Liesel, and the major events in her life. In total Liesel is visited by Death 4 times however, Death keeps His eye on her as He finds her personality and actions intriguing. Zusak’s writing style is very creative and colorful. He lets the reader see the inner workings and complexities with in each character and allows them to understand why a certain character did/said something that maybe the reader wouldn’t agree with.

I don’t want to give too much away but, here are some of the major themes in the book:

1) The power of words
2) The inevitability of death
3) Guilt
4) The two faces of humanity

I highly recommend this book, it is most definitely my favorite books of all time. If you’re tired of glittering vampires, and glamorous faeries, please pick up this book. Or even if you’re looking for something new and different, I promise that you won’t be disappointed.

What will happen next?

What will happen next?


by Beverly and Pack, Flickr image

“Tonight, I can report to the American people and to the world, the United States has conducted an operation that killed Osama bin Laden, the leader of al Qaeda, and a terrorist who’s responsible for the murder of thousands of innocent men, women, and children.”

President Obama, courtesy of CNN news.

For 10 years many American men, women, and children have been waiting to hear these words. They waited for the day that the man who killed their spouses, children, and friends in the 9/11 terrorist attacks to be brought to justice. Yesterday many of their prayers for retribution were answered when President Obama announced in a televised announcement that Osama bin Laden had been killed in an American raid on a Pakistani compound. The news seemed so surreal to me, bin Laden’s name has been almost a taboo in America since the terrorist attacks in 2001, many times I only heard his name when there was a rumor about his death or when occasionally a video of him making threats to the US or taking credit for some new act of terror and murder.

I don’t know how I should feel about this! I am happy that this horrible man was brought to justice yet, I don’t like celebrating someone’s death no matter how bad they were. All over the internet there are conflicting opinions about bin Laden’s death. Some say ”I will mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate” while others chant “Hey, Hey, Hey, Goodbye!” and dance in the street. As an American I almost feel obliged to rejoice his death but, as a pacifist I feel obligated to condemn those who celebrate his death because that puts them on the same level as him.

Now America holds its breath as we ask ourselves not if but, when there will be an attack out of revenge for bin Laden’s death. Should we celebrate in the mean time or should we watch cautiously and diligently over our communities?

What do you think?

Stuff White People Like

Stuff White People Like

While meandering around on the internet with my friends in class today we came upon this blog(  This surprisingly accurate yet complete generalization  of Caucasians culture brings a smile to my face. The quirky in your face writing style and vast range of topics  leave the reader entertained for hours. Many  people regardless of race will find this blog funny because the topics (i.e. coffee, religions their parents don’t belong to, ray-bands, girls with bangs, and threatening to move to Canada)  described are so dead on as to what the typical white person likes or dislikes. Many of the blogs that we looked through seemed more like a person’s train of thought, consistently full of run on sentences and half baked ideas. I love how this blog is very creative and well thought out. I hope you enjoy this site, tell me what you think!

Sitting, Watching, Waiting….

Sitting, Watching, Waiting….

As human beings we are constantly on the move and we have organized society to adhere to our on the go lifestyle. We drive fast cars, have food on the go, and generally don’t stop moving. It isn’t until we are forced to stop our movement that we realize how much time really means to us.

At noon today my mother and I drove to the DMV in my hometown in order for me to receive my unrestricted license.  Thats when the waiting began. When I walked through the threshold of the building it was almost as if I could feel time standing still, the minutes felt like hours,  the hours like days. I could swear I  heard the music from the Twilight Zone playing in the background as soon as I sat down. The room seemed to suck the energy and patience out of everyone that stepped foot in it. Thirty bodies were crunched together in a small florescent light filled room, and there was nothing we could do about it. The DMV was short staffed, and many people in front of me had to take the on road test which meant that there was only one instructor per 10 people for a test that generally took about 20 minutes. Needless to say no one was very happy. I sat down on the hard linoleum tile, let out a sigh, and started waiting.

After becoming bored with playing angry birds after about 30 minutes I started looking around the room. No one’s number had been called since I entered the DMV (which was aproximately 50 minutes ago). I stared at all of the signs about “sharing the road” and “saying yes to organ doaning” and gave up trying to entertain myself after reading the “sign safety” poster for the fourth time. I then decided to try to focus on the people in the room, listening to their life story, quickly looking at them and memorizing their characteristics and looking away

Patience is a virtue...

before they noticed (I’m a bored teenager, what else can I do?).  After watching these people I derived from what I heard and observed that the three elderly women who were sitting together had been there for a little over 3 hours, the elderly man in the corner with a gray shirt on was a racist, and that the disheveled man with long gray streaked black hair had either been in prison or in the army, I couldn’t really get enough information out of his conversation to tell. Some talked of politics, others of their families, many gave polite smiles and nods to those around them. In a way we all bonded in our time together, clapping for the ladies when their number was finally called, laughing at their joke that they were middle aged when they first arrived at the DMV. I got to observe other people’s lives that weren’t my friends or family, got to applaud and smile for a stranger, and even felt an attachment for these people in which I had never met before.

Usually we are so caught up in our own lives, with our own friends and families that we really don’t get a chance to really look at other people and bond with them. We don’t branch out from our social circles or get mixed up in the lives of strangers. Because they are just that, strangers. But today for three and a half hours I sat and waited, and for three and a half hours I got to interact with people I most likely will never meet again. And though at that time I really wished I could hurry up and go home, I now am glad that it took that long because I got to bond ( and suffer..) with 30 people I had never met before and hear their life stories and feel happiness when their number was called and sadness when one didn’t pass their test.  Today I got to take a step back from my constantly moving life and look at someone else’s for a change.

And I kind of liked it…