Thursday, September 25, 2008

ISMENE?

"HOW AFRAID I AM FOR YOU, ANTIGONE!"

Though Ismene says this very early in the play, it says a lot about who she is. It tells the reader that she doesn't hate her siblings nor the fact that her father committed some shameful acts with his mother-wife. But that she feels that even though her and Antigone may have different points of view on things they should still stick as a family. No matter what. 

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

I Think To Much

I thought of something today, I guess I just have to much time on my hands. Its about "life" and how you can think about it.

"Life" is like a race. A race that doesn't ends in less than an hour or a couple of minutes, its one where you start running as soon as you can walk. Who runs in this race, people of all ages just like in reality. The goal isn't to beat someone else, because your both finishing at the same place, it's about all the different people you encounter and meet along the way. During this race you have your ups and downs, you might fall down but that's how "life" is. Right? You may find a group of people and you spend a lot of time with them, you go through the same obstacles and challenges and sometimes you increase your pace and you may loose them but you always end up finding others or maybe some of them stick with you for a long portion or even the entire way. My point is that one thing that everyone will go through is when you find someone you really like along the way. You stray away from your crowd to go mingle with the opposite sex, and that's when it starts. You both feel a connection and hit it off like if you had been with each other since the start. During this time you still have your groups of friends but mainly its you and her, you pass girls and she passes boys along the way and you like each other so much you can't help but show it. But sometimes, you think way to much while your running! You don't do anything you just run together just as friends and nothing more until you've run so much that she gets tired and draws back and you forward, I can't say "it's the same for everyone" because everyone has a different "life."
Like some may be gay, bi, or lesbian. :]



-Well that's about it.
(I think to much...)

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

What's a Don?

Well today was a alright day I didn't feel sick. It might have been because of all the over the counter medication I took this morning(idk). I had a cross country meet today it was sort of exciting seeing all the returning runners that I raced last year, kinda cool that they remembered me, the race was pretty chill for me but for others it was brutal. They tell me that a girl while running tripped and fell flat on her face, some other girl barfed after she crossed the finish line and another fell on to the dirt path. However the highlight of my day was getting to ask students that attended Del Mar the question that's on the mind of everyone, "what is a Del Mar Don" or should I say "what is a don." Some of the answers they gave me where "its a Mexican land owner" or "its a Mexican homie" and "tu madre"I can't really remember the other ones but they were pretty funny. They kinda laughed at me because I guess to them its like saying "what's a grizzle"?


-I was just joking about the third one :)

Monday, September 22, 2008

Contemplating. ..

"If its not lay up, stay up and talking, then its lay up, stay up and stalking"
So its like this, you know when you like someone or your trying to get the opposite sex to notice you at first and its all innocent until you start having those long conversations. The ones where you and her or you and him talk on the phone until who knows when at night, but all you really talk about is nothing just simple things. How was your day? What you doing right now? How are you liking school so far? You know simple things just to get them to stay on the phone as long as you possibly could get them to. Or your like some, who instead of talking on the phone are more modern and use things such as "aim", "myspace"...


I"M NOT DONE YET!!


Thursday, September 18, 2008

XIB

On my way home today I saw these two "norteños" talking about how high and drunk they were last night and how they got in fights with the "sureños." Also they were talking about how they love the color red and how much they disliked the blue. Now you might think that I was being nosey, listening to other peoples conversation, but guess what I wasn't they where practically yelling at the top of their lungs each other even though they were sitting right across each other. And because of this I start questioning if they even knew why it is that they represent the colors that they do and why it is that they claim the numbers "14" and "13". What is strange about them is if it wasn't for the fact that they were really "hard core gangsters" or "cholos" they probably wouldn't have any friends almost like they'd be social outcasts. I wish I could right more about them but I'm afraid I might get jumped or something of that nature.

They are very interesting people if you really think about it.. .

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Why Blog?

Honestly, if Mr. Thompson didn't give away the answer I wouldn't know but he did. The reason why we blog is so that instead of having the same conversation with just one member of the accelerated class you can have a large one and have everyone contribute pits and pieces of their thoughts and ideas to it without having to worry about what others may think. But then again you have the option to comment then and tell then "stuff" which is always a good thing. Right?

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

This Blog..

I personally dislike this hole concept, sure it's a nice thing to have everyone share their thoughts and ideas so we can all have a say in whatever topic it is we are talking about in class. Its a nice thing to know that someone can actually take the time and see what a fellow class mate thinks about his or her thoughts and ideas. However, I see it as just another way to show to the class that one doesn't know how to spell or use proper grammar, like me. I really am self conscious about my writing skills. If I knew every rule there was about writing, I would think this would be the best thing that ever happened at school since Mr. Thompson tried to rap!