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A Teen Writer’s Trip to the Top

Goals of 2009 January 11, 2009

I hope to get past some of my biggest fears and problems this year.   But to just SAY that is one thing, especially when what  I am saying is so vague.  Here are some of my goals for this year.

1. National Novel Writing Month- Reach 50,000 words in one month.  I know someone who has done this and they were quite proud of the accomplishment.  I have been saying I would do this for the last 2 years, but have yet to reach this goal.

2. April is Poetry Month- Write at least 2 poems a day in the month of April.  Last year I wrote 1 a day, while most days I wrote a lot more.  I hope to write 300 new poems this year, putting me that much closer to my goal of beating out Emily Dickinson by sheer volume.  If only I could get the prestige as well.

3. Be top debater in both the state AND the league.  These events are judged separately.  I managed to be the top debater in the league this year.  To my bitter disappointment, I barely even made it in to the final session at the state tournament.  I would also like a gavel for being a PO, since I have yet to receive one.  Not to mention a Best Bill Award.

4.  Get at least a 30 on the ACT, with a math subscore of at least 28.  I took a practice one and I got a 27, but I would like to do better.  Get a 4 on the U.S. Government AP exam.

5. Read 500 books.  I have a list of book, about 510 books long, that I would like to read.  I do not expect all of the ones I actually read this year to be from this list, but it would be nice.

6. Finish ‘Unsent Letters’, ‘Unconscious’ and ‘If you were me’ , the current books I am writing.

7. Be accepted to Eastern Michigan University.  I want to go there so bad it is ridiculous. Also be accepted to U of M, just so I can turn them down.

8. I have perfect attendance at school.  I haven’t missed a day of school in the last two years, and I would like to keep it that way.

9. Blog more.  I really need to get in more posts this year.  I’ll just make sure to write down my posts on scrap sheets of paper.

 

Add It All Up

I love philosophy and the old cliches that are true in life.  When I am lost I rely on wise words to get me through. Some of my favorite cliches are those that involve knowledge, time or love. (“The good life is inspired by love and guided by knowledge.” Bertrand Russell).
Although on the surface I might appear shallow to others, I am usually motivated by the desire to have others go beyond trivial emotions and pains in life.  I try to base all of my decisions on logic and not on whim alone.  Sometimes, however, logic doesn’t even make it’s way into the equation.
I often try to control my surroundings in any way possible.  Generally, this does not work out and it leaves me feeling powerless and depressed.  When I feel insecure my sense of humor completely disappears.
I spend a good amount of my free time planning the future.  I have trouble with dwelling in the past and hoping for the future that I ignore the present.  I do not do my homework yet I’ll set there and research colleges.  The absolute pointlessness of it all make me laugh, but cry a little inside.  I could tell you more about Eastern Michigan University then I could tell you about the structure of cells or factoring an equation.

 

I Don’t Wan’t To Go Home (Part 1) January 10, 2009

This is an interview I conducted with my sister when I couldn’t fall asleep.

I think we should just burn all the AIDS people and start with a clean slate.  We should  burn the cancer people too…Oh wait, they’re not contagious.      Never mind.

Why don’t we just burn the Jews too?
Okay, sounds like fun.  We’ll make it a party.  I should make a scare-Jew.
Is it going to have or face on it?
No, Eric’s. Now he’s going to kill me.
Like you killed AIDS, cancer and Jews?
I think I’ll kill Christians too. And Muslims and Catholics.
Catholics are Christians.
Everyone except Levain Satanist and atheists.
What about agnostics?
Screw them, they think God might exist.
And Satanists worship Satan?
No, they don’t.  Well some don’t.  They just like the name Satanists because it scares the  crap out of people.  They basically think everyone is their own god.      And will do basically anything for their friend’s happiness.
What about family?
Phh.  Like I said anything that makes us happy, not family.  You can all die for all I care.  Actually, that would make me happy.
What do you think about science?
What kind of science?  The human body? Awesome.  Dead things?  Awesome.  Science fiction is awesome.  The math part sucks.
What about basic biology, ie evolution?
(Starts sighing) ‘Evolution is a mystery’.  I don’t know anything about it.  Do I think that Darwin’s theory is possibly true?  Yes, yes I do.
You mentioned you like science fiction.  What about books in general?
Huh?  (Repeats question) Books suck.  Reading sucks.  I rather people read to me.
Doesn’t that kinda ruin the point?
Huh? (Repeats question) No, there is, like, movies and stuff like that.
What about poetry?
I think it’s alright.
What do you think about other people’s poetry?  Do you have a favorite poet?
What?  Eh… Poe is kinda awesome.
What do you think of my poetry?
I think it sucks.
Why?
‘Cause a) it’s hard to read your writing and b) it sounds like you’re trying to be something your not.
And?
That’s it.
That’s it?
Yeah.
Would you like it better if I wrote neater?
Probably not.
Yet you use it as an excuse for not liking my peotry overall?
So?  Have a problem with that? [censored sentence]
Well, don’t you think that is a bit harsh, unfair and unrealistic?
No, it’s pretty fair in my eyes.
What are your plans after you graduate?
Probably going to end up going to s’craft [community college].  After that, an Art Institute.
What is your GPA?
I have no clue.
Is it 2.5 or higher.
Oh.  No.  Lower.  Yeah.  2.3333 and so on.
So, are you getting a degree?
Don’t know.
No idea?
Not yet.  I’ll now when I get it.
If you were going to describe me, in detail, to someone, what would you say?
You?  Um.. I would say…little bit taller than me…snot nosed brat who thinks she knows what she’s always saying.
Anything else?
Won’t stop talking.
Okay, okay, I get the hint.  Anything else?
Oh, yeah, my quote. ‘Blood is pretty, but it stains.’
Good night.
Whatever.

 

Front Porch Poet October 23, 2008

Never was I a front porch poet
enthralled by setting sun
watching cars and people pass
as soon as suppers done.
Nor have I stared hard at the moon
going line by line
waiting for inspiration
a falling leaf to catch my eye.
The reason being simply
I cannot stand the crowd
a silent passer’s curiosity
at once becomes so loud.
A raised brow, a turning head
my ever rising fear
that my deaf words have fallen
upon a third, unkindly ear.
My writing, it goes quiet
yet not from lack of words
even the most hidden of poets
draw spectators in herds.

This was the first poem that was deemed acceptable by the writing community. And when I see writing community, I of course mean the wonderful folks at About.com’s poetry forum.