My Cars

This is a picture of my car minus a few dents and stuff...

It is a 1990 Chevy Cavalier.

This is my other car...same pretty much as the picture. It is a 1990 Chevy Lumina.

Being my sister

My sister, Leandra, an artist at the time, would draw and paint and love her creations. I remember her with her oil paints, a think brush, and a big canvas that she would soon deem her own.I remember how she would paint for hours in her room in the summer, how she would emerge with dirty hands and face, dirty clothes, and even dirty feet. I can still see her masterpiece being created, one piece at a time. One time, I even got the chance to watch her work. She had elegant swipes and hard swipes, light colors and dark colors, and thin lines and think lines. As time went by, she, while using her artistic thrid eye, gradually built something that was greater than anyone could think that she had done. I could not imagine anything that would have anything more that could be put into it. With pictures painted on and images that seem to carve themselves into your mind, she lifted it on the wall of the living room. It filled the space and occupied the time. I could stare into her finished puzzle and gaze for hours on end, thinking about how I wish that I had her talent. I wanted to be able to create something like her work, but I knew I couldn't. I had tried to make one, but I had failed. I felt horrible, like I would never amount to anything like my sister. It wasn't until later on in life that I began to feel better about who I was compared to my older sister. I did not have to create something as great as her canvas of joy. I only had to create something as meaningful. I created myself into the person I am today, and that sure does mean alot to me.

My sister,

Leandra,

an artist at the time,

 would draw

and paint

and love her creations.

I remember her

with her oil paints,

a think brush,

and a big canvas

that she would

soon deem her own.

I remember how

she would paint

for hours

in her room

in the summer,

how she would emerge

with dirty hands and face,

 dirty clothes,

and even dirty feet.

 I can still see her masterpiece

being created,

one piece at a time.

One time,

I even got the chance

to watch her work.

 She had

elegant swipes and hard swipes,

light colors and dark colors,

and thin lines and think lines.

As time went by,

she,

while using her artistic thrid eye,

 gradually built something

 that was greater than anyone

could think that she had done.

 I could not

imagine anything

that would have anything

 more that could be put into it.

With pictures painted on

and images that seem to

carve themselves into your mind,

she lifted it on the wall

 of the living room.

It filled the space

 and occupied the time.

 I could stare

 into her finished puzzle

and gaze for hours on end,

 thinking about how

 I wish that

 I had her talent.

 I wanted to be able to create

 something like her work,

 but I knew I couldn't.

 I had tried to make one,

 but I had failed.

 I felt horrible,

 like I would never

 amount to anything like

 my sister.

 It wasn't until

later on in life

 that I began to

feel better about

who I was

compared to my older sister.

 I did not have to create

 something as great as

her canvas of joy.

 I only had to create

something as meaningful.

I created myself into

 the person I am today,

 and that sure does

 mean alot to me.

RPS -25

I found this over the weekend and thought it was cool-ish. RPS-25 is Rock Paper Scissors with 25 different elements and 300 different outcomes.

I know that these are hard to see.You can see the images better Here.
A few I thought were funny was:

• Snake sleeps in Bowl
• Water is toxic to Alien
• Alien vaporizes Dragon
• Monkey flings poop at man.

Memorable Passage- Ray Bradbury

This is from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury:

     "Let me alone," said Mildred. "I didn't do anything."

     "Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"

I like this qoute alot because it say that there are no highs without the lows in life. This make quite a big statement on the life of Montag, the main character, because he has never been happy so he can never be sad.

This is from Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury:

      "Important thing is not the me that's lying here, but the me that's sitting on the edge of the bed looking back at me, and the me that's downstairs cooking supper, or out in the garage under the car, or in the library reading. All the new parts, they count. I'm not really dying today. No person ever died that had a family. "


I like this qoute. It take place between Douglas, a young boy, and his great-grandmother as she is dying. She give him no real answer, but explains to him that her memory will be carried on and that she was not like the woman that she was that day. It reminds me about how to feel about my grandma and how she would never want to trouble me by her passing and how if she were still alive, she would definately not be who I remember her by.

Writers as Readers

Question #6

My first reading teacher was Mr. Hicks at Stone-Robinson Elementary School. I remember him because he was my first school crush. He was pretty cute and young. Lol. He taught 3rd grade reading and I read my first Harry Potter book with him, which was Prisoner of Azkaban.

Question #1

When I read, I can concentrate better when it is quiet, but not too quiet with too boring of a story, or I will surely fall asleep.

Quesstion #11

^The reader in my head^

When I write, I try to envision the reader. I will sometimes get lost and forget about them, but in the end I have added so much voice into the story that the reader can follow the events pretty well. I think that people my age would enjoy my writing. No, but it can help me form my sentenses in a clearer manner, so that the reader, in my mind, can follow it easily. I write things that no one will see or read by having a mini-Dezi in my head reading it as I write to make sure that later on at least I will be able to read it over again.

Question #9

 When I finished reading a short novel or a short non-fiction piece, I am sad because I feel like they have left me with not enough information or story line to fulfill me.

 When I finshed reading a long book, such as Twilight or Harry Potter, I feel drained and out of energy, like I was running to get through the book.

Question # 10

I think that if you are a parent prohibiting your child from reading certain fiction novels that you have not taught your child the difference between fiction and non-fiction. And, so what if it has themes that "glorify the occult", if a child is interested in the occult after reading, then why not let them expand their knowledge a little bit more and add more information to the next book report they do for school. I mean, COME ON!

Inspiration: Wendigo/windago

I draw some of my inspiration for writing from researching new things that I hear about. I love learning and exploring. Knowledge is power, you know. So, here, I've shown you part of how I gather some of those new ideas throught some folklore. Folklore gives me ideas about how to form a base of a fiction piece. The myth of a creature can help me build up kind of a mystery creature in my stories, although fiction is not my favorite genre, this is how I deal with character development in some part.

Okay so, up late one night, I can aacross a show on tv talking about the wendigo. It spark some interest, so I researched it and here is what I found.

• The Wendigo is said to be an Algonquian native legend. There is alot of mystery surrounding the creature including the how it's name is spelt. Some spell it wendigo (like I have) and others spell it windago and whether it is spelled with a small w or a capital W. There's alot of stories of whether the wendigo is a spirit or if it was once a human who has been transformed. Also it's appearence differs. Some say that it is a big foot like creature while others still think that it is a very thin, icy, grey human-like creature.

• Algonquian legend states,"It is usually described as a giant with a heart of ice; sometimes it is thought to be completely made of ice. Its body is skeletal and deformed, with missing lips and toes." Eww...right.

• Retold by The Ojibwa First Nation, and it states, "It was a large creature, as tall as a tree, with a lipless mouth and jagged teeth. Its breath was a strange hiss, its footprints full of blood, and it ate any man, woman or child who ventured into its territory. And those were the lucky ones. Sometimes, the Windigo chose to possess a person instead, and then the luckless individual became a Windigo himself, hunting down those he had once loved and feasting upon their flesh. "

• There is even a medical diagnosis that is called Wendigo Psychosis. This involves people who are with a set group of people for an extended amount of time where their food and water supplies run low. Sign of this disorder are, at first poor diet, nausea, and vomiting. Later, they develop a craving for human flesh and delusions that they may become a Windigo like descibed above in the Ojibwa legend. At the same time, individuals have a phobia of becoming a cannible.

• In the show I watched, they show recovered footage of what looks like skin hanging from tree branch, all while hearing distant screams which you are told is suppose to lead people into its grasps. Its victims' skin was ripped off with muscle tissue in tact. It is also said that the beast is never satisfied with what it has consumed and that it will continue to eat human skin. It said that the windigo was thought to be created from the evil thoughts of cannibalism (as characterized by the pyschosis) and that it was thought to be an evil, demonic spirit that could possess people.
• These stories originated in Canada and Northwest America. Although in the 19th century there is a report of an attack in Illinois.
• There are even movies:

Scary, uh. Yea, this story kept me up all night. Good thing it was a weekend. I just thought that it was weird and something interesting that I had never heard of before. I love hearing about new things and going out and expanding my horizons a little bit at a time, even if it goes into a field I've never really explored, like cryptozoology.

Maya Angelou Response Questions

QUESTION #4
I believe that dreams can help people see what may be in their future, somewhat like how animals can sense bad weather. I can remember having dreams of being preganant and going through childbirth. Later, I found out that it meant that if I was unmarried, which I was, I was going to experience an unhappy change from honor to evil. After that, I found out that my now ex-fiance had lied and cheated many times. Anyway, I feel like this dream could've been tring to warn me in a way.

Another dream that I had had before my grandma passed away makes me think that dreams have a higher good. My grandma went into the hospital March 16th, 2010, when she was diagnosed with a form of cancer called large t-cell lymphoma. A month and a half later, she was bed ridden; two week later, she was intubated and in a comatose-like state. May 12th, 2010, she peacefully passed away with me by her side. It was only the week before that I remember her visiting her in my sleep. She told me, while she was laying in my bed with me, "It will be okay,don't cry. I will be gone soon, but don't be sad. Your mom will need you and your sisters to be strong for her." I remembering waking up crying that early morning, next to my previous boyfriend. He had asked me why I was so upset, so I hushed myself and pretended I was asleep again. I didn't want to tell him what she had told me. It hurt to hear her voice so vividly since it had been about 3 weeks since I had hard her voice. To this day, I've never told anyone. I was scared that she spoke the truth, which she did. I was sad, but I tried to stay strong to the best of my abilities and help my family through the grieving process.

QUESTION #6

I am currently fluent in English, my first language, and Spanish, my second language. I've tried to learn Italian before, but I didn't stick with it. I wish I would have now. I would like to learn German and learn to read Mein Kampf because Nazi-ology interests me as far as the concept that brought the Nazi Party to power. I would like to learn Latin as well. Even though it is a dead language, i feel that it will help expand my knowledge of the other languages that I know and make learning new languages easier to learn. Other language I would like to learn (or re-learn) just for the fun of learning are Italian, French, Greek, Russian, and Portugese.

QUESTION #5

I talk way too much to go life without my voice. I listen the same amount that I talk, so I think I have found my equilibrium. I didn't always speak alot. I used to be very shy. Since then, I have developed a voice of my own that came with my own attitude and perspective on things. It has opened me up to communicating with everyone and gaining new friends.

QUESTION #11

As you grow older I feel like learning new things is only hard to us because we don't  have the constant life teacher next to us like we do at school or while still at home. I feel like most people depend on learning from someone else when, in fact, you can start your own learning by expanding your horizons, doing your own research, and capturing the attention of your own mind.

Pie In The Sky (Journal Writing)

Recently, I had a really scary dream that I was stuck in a world that I felt very lost in. Even though I thought I was at home, I couldn't find where anything was and had the constant feeling of falling. At one point, I meet someone who looked like Kodie, my fiancee at the time, but he had black beady eyes and a long multi-colored tounge. He was tring to get me to step into this black hole thingy and I kept refusing him, then the Kodie I recognized came in and I remember just screaming, not realizing their differences until that moment. It scared me so bad I dreamt og running as fast as I could. And then I woke up in a sweat as though I had actually been running away.

I've also had a reoccuring dream. I was just waking up and going to the kitchen when, out of no where, nurses ran at me. They told me to push in hurried hushes. I screamed and struggled for them to let me go. I wasn't in pain, only wanting to know what was wrong. I heard a plop and looked down on the floor, that had changed from the wood flooring in my kitchen to hospital tiling from the doctor's office, and I saw a blackish purple blob laying on the floor motionless. Swiftly and with the nearly silent hushed lullaby of their voices, they sweep the child away. I wake up in a daze. The dream felt so real, I remember searching for something before I had full remembered the imaginary events of the night.

This dream startles me because, after having this dream a couple of times, I tried to research it's meaning, and I found alot of things telling me that it meant that I would have "unhappy changes from honor to evil and low estates".

Pie In The Sky (Dream Thread)

He turns towards me and start speedwalking towards me. I start to back away. He gains speed and now we are both running towards something in the distance. I feel tired like I need to stop. I can't keep going on forever. So, I stumbled and I fall and I let him catch me. What all he had done to me, I am not sure, but I feel a slight difference within my head when I waken. Everything is dark and scary. I don't know where I am, then I hear a scuffle of feet and a deep voice telling me to look. A bright light turns on and stare at an unnerving brightness. As my eyes adjusted, I saw myself in the mirror and I was cring blood and I didn't have any eyes; they were just black holes.

I was little when I dreamed at least two times the dream that a crocodile bite my foot. When he did, I punched him in the nose. I thought it would at least help a little, but sadly it did not.  I screamed and called for help. It seemed like no one could hear me. After 10 minutes, I heard a rustling in the bushes and out comes a small figure. Dressed in a leather suit with tasteful cut outs, she carried two sawed-off shotguns. Andiy lowered the barrels to the crocodile, and said, "After awhile crocodile." BLAM! BLAM! I an extremely tired, but can't fall asleep. Ahhh... Andiy. :)