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December 5, 2019

the story i enjoyed the most

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 3:58 pm

Throughout the beginning of this year to now, this class has read some very interesting stories, some from topics like the horrors of war to the war-torn planet that will be in the nuclear future that awaits us. I personally believe that my favorite story that we read though, is “The Story of an Hour,” by Kate Chopin. This little story really packs a good punch. Basically, Mrs. Mallard, a woman in the mid-Victorian era, discovers her husband has died in a train crash, and immediately breaks down into to tears. After a bit of thought, though, she realizes that she didn’t even really love him. She begins to see the new freedoms for her now that she has no husband to hold her down, and she feels immense joy before having those dreams smothered when her husband comes home, alive and breathing. This story’s simplicity is great. It isn’t a Shakespearean play, nor a children’s story. It’s just about right, and easy for the reader to follow on and understand with, if given proper background on the setting of the story, of course. The use of words in this story is really good too, and they literally add to how she behaves once the joy of freedom takes over. The ending is pure irony, and it’s perfectly set up from the beginning when stated that Mrs. Mallard has a heart problem. All in all, great story.

[Pictured] me giving story very big ‘good job’

November 26, 2019

crack

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 3:51 pm

I’m very thankful for what I’ve been given these past fifteen years. Sure, I’ve had my ups and downs, with November 12th, 2004 being a real doozy, but despite this, I think I’m able to say I’m good. I’m thankful I haven’t killed seven people with a blunt weapon. I’m pretty glad I haven’t had a kid yet. I’m happy that I can proudly say I’ve lost, like, thirty pounds. I’m grateful I’m able to use my body the way it was intended to be used, without the exceptions of any arms or legs. I’m thankful I read The Book Thief and Spider-Man, the former especially. I’m very grateful I’m not too disastrous in terms of looks. But perhaps my biggest thanks would be owed to my parents, because lordy, I was one cute baby. And yeah, I’m also grateful for my friends and family, but the baby one is mandatory.

[Pictured] turkey. you may laugh now.

November 18, 2019

everybody was finally equal

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 4:21 pm

Equality is something that we as a society strive to achieve, but unfortunately never will. It is far from our grasp, and to some extent, that’s a very good thing. But even if total equality was something that we really did need, we would have to get through the boundaries we have set up for the exceptionally better people. For example, let’s say that there is one rich man in a neighborhood of lower-class people? They will harass him about it one way or another,  whether they be joking or not. A physically fit and jacked man within a family of piggy-powered balls of lard will be heavily encouraged to eat pizza, because he “needs carbs” and his metabolism is already “perfect.” People lower than others will try to make those higher than them come to their level in order for said lower people to feel better about themselves. They are envious, and envy is a jagged claw.

 

[Pictured] i am jealous!!!!

November 12, 2019

free body and soul free

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 4:06 pm

Depression is a heavy thing. It suffocates some and leads to others making decisions that have powerful consequences.It is at the point where the human mind can delve no deeper, for it has truly reached rock bottom. The word itself sounds cold to the touch, and it scrapes its way out of your throat as you say it. It is painful. You wish not to have it. You look at those with the weight of the problem and you think “They’ll come around, right?” or “Better them than me.” There are many reasons that lead to bearing the tonnes of deep questioning of ones ability to make it far enough in life, to make it to that light at the end of the tunnel, one of them being oppression. Oppression is a force of human nature. We all do it. We push away those who enforce ideas that make us feel wrong.

whats this got to do with me?

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 4:04 pm

My story, The Sniper by Liam O’Flaherty, is an epic-funny comedy written to display the horrific scars that war can have on a man, whether these scars be physical or psychological. Conflict between one man’s ideals against another is practically inside of our genetic line of code, and peace will never be achievable due to this. The Sniper is brief, and yet it manages to capture this whole idea with a new tone. Not once do you feel remorse for the other lesser deaths in the story, because you don’t have any time to do so like in so many war stories like this one. You are caught up in the small game of ping pong two men with rifles are playing. You feel tense, for the quiet scenery clashes with this compression of two people fighting for their lives. You just can’t take it anymore, who’s gonna paint the floor with who’s blood? Who will walk home with the guilt of having killed another man like him? I like the idea of war in literature, because somehow, despite me not having ever blasting somebody’s brains out, I can relate. There are wars in everybody’s life. Sure, most of them aren’t dog fights in the air or trench warfare, but they still are wars, because wars, at the end of the day, are just big and bad conflicts. Blaming yourself for one’s death, feeling awe for having gotten a clean shot on your brother’s jaw, then feeling the burden of realization and guilt, that is all conflict. Inner conflict, sure, but still conflict. See, that’s how I relate to this story about a guy killing his brother in war by total accident; I see myself in these characters and their actions, despite being drastically different than to what I do. They remind me that I too have to deal with these things one way or another, whether or not they’re masked by normal actions.

also its my birthday

kanye west

[Pictured] wink wink ahahhahaha wink lol hahaha

October 31, 2019

clock

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 3:50 pm

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. 

The clock spoke to him in a small thin voice which swam in the crisp and chill air. It was distant, and it stood tall in  the total absence of life that was the night sky. Not a man ambled, not a bird flew.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. 

The fog walked past the man, as if in the streets of a precipitous city. Ironic, seeing as this was not at all the case, for the man stood in the dark burrows of the withering cemetery belonging to the small town.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. 

The man looked down at the stone that stood from the skin of the decrepit soil. It slammed him with a horrible heavy stare.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

He felt nothing in return. Only a bleak sense of sadness, of guilt. Of a burden, more like.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The man’s voice manifested. It scraped his throat as it tore out of his mouth.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

“I’m sorry for killing you, sir. I never knew you, but I was forced to come here to apologize.”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

“Whether it was a push of my own mental power or a higher force, I’m here.”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

“Your wife and children will visit you soon, wherever you are.”

The bell of the clock suddenly bombarded the air with noise as the man turned around and began to walk away, relieved.

October 10, 2019

technology BAD?!??!?!?!!!!

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 3:20 pm

I’ve always believed that technology is a double ended sword; you can use it for so many good things, and it has advanced us into an age where finding out how to do CPR on the spot is like making eggs on toast. But alongside the positives come a horde of negatives, and around here is when most people get confused. Pornography has become such a widely accepted subject that many just start talking about it in public (i.e New York, Chicago. I know from personal experience. Having to explain some of the terms to my unknowing sister was like telling her that our dog died). If you’re careful and smart about it, you can google how to make pipe bombs. If you aren’t careful, your words can be converted into cryptic KKK terms and slang. See, what I’m trying to say is, there are plenty of good things about the new age of technology we live in. It’s become such a normal part of our lives to the point where ‘google’ is a verb. I literally used it a few sentences ago and I bet you didn’t even notice. But alongside the good things come the heavier bad things. As much as I hate to say it, the double-ended sword that is modern technology has a longer southern side. Whether or not one decides to ditch the sword all together is up to them.

[Pictured] robot touching blue circle. i wonder why he is required to do that and if he has to follow the law of robots from that one movie with will smith, ‘me android’

October 8, 2019

the first story i read

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 2:53 pm

The Veldt by Ray Bradbury is an interesting piece of work. I liked it – the story kept me interested all the way through, especially in the final half of the book, and it really left me asking questions in a very good way. I couldn’t find many plot holes and I even found a few interesting connections to some of Bradbury’s other work. This is a good short story. Ray Bradbury is nothing if not a man whose body is fueled by creativity.

The story is simple minded – two parents are beginning to have doubts about the scenery that their children are thinking of in their very-futuristic room that can make one feel as if they’re inside a certain location, whether it be the moon or the tropics, using advanced technology. The children are putting themselves in the hot and heavy African savanna, and in the distance, two lions are eating… something. The parents, as stated before, are heavily skeptical, and after conversing between themselves and a therapist, they decide to shut off their house’s smart capabilities in order to head to a vacation, with the virtual room the children play with also being at risk. The kids aren’t very happy with this, and one of them even subtly threatens their father. In an attempt to keep the kids safe, the father locks the room away, and the kids bust in. That night, they hear familiar screams. The rest of the story is sweet, sweet build up.

[Pictured] moenkty aep

October 2, 2019

what i’ve been reading

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 3:32 pm

I’ve spent most of the time in this class doing paperwork and reading short stories about the grim end of the planet. I’m honestly not a big fan of this, but a redeeming quality is that at least  I’m not in Ms. Vest’s class. On the topic of redeeming factors of this class, I’d say that the 15-20 minutes we have dedicated to just reading at the beginning of class are pretty nice. I so far, the books I’ve read have been intriguing. I’ve read Ned Vizzini’s It’s Kind of a Funny Story,  and then regretted it a bit, before re-reading the masterpiece that is The Giver by Lois Lowry. I read a bit of The Help before realizing it wasn’t for me. And, y’know, the fact that I was reading three other books at the same time kinda adds to that, but let’s just dust over that. I read the first few chapters of The Dark Deep… it was really aimed towards people who thought season three of Stranger Things was better than the first (airheads). I’m not saying it was horrible, no! The first forty pages had me at the edge of my seat! But y’know what other books do the exact same thing? Stephen King books. They deliver a bigger wham, too. Right now, I’m reading my favorite books ever, which are Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief and Peter David’s Spider-Man (which have both been reviewed by me on my Pop Lit blog), and I’m currently also scrambling to read Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. So far, I’ve been doing a pretty good job literary wise. I don’t plan to stop.

 

[Pictured] obama reading

 

September 26, 2019

i hate ugly hair

Filed under: Uncategorized —— Rafael @ 3:28 pm

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always realized that one of the most key details in one’s appearance, at least to me,  is their hair and how they style it. I’d always find myself having my eyes firing directly towards a person’s hair, and immediately evaluating their worth towards my life. To me, I believe that the strands of keratin covering one’s head are something that one can change and mold into something better. I’ve always seen this blessing/curse of mine in the same way an employer looks at a résumé. They know that the person in front of them has good skills, good habits, but they just can’t stand the filthy casual jeans and t-shirt this person has. So the employer decides to discard them.

I can’t say that I’ve looked any better myself. For a while, I looked like an inflated balloon, with a face so round I looked as if I had just learned to walk. Those days, I didn’t care much about my style, but I always tried to have good hair. I wasn’t the smartest, though, and I thought waking up and doing my hair at school was genius. I was an idiot. A fat idiot, too. So I realize that people are right when they tell me that maybe judgement on something that sometimes can’t be properly controlled due to its factors isn’t such a hot idea. But nonetheless, I still do it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had the urge to shave the head of a kid because it just looks so bad. I don’t feel any guilt. I don’t feel silly. I feel angry that these people don’t have enough self worth to realize “Hey, maybe I should style the ugly patch of dry grass I got going on above my head!” They will be interrupted as my lawnmower burps and whines as it shaves their scalp free of hair.

okay i’m kidding. please do your hair though.

[Pictured] me seeing ugly, yucky hair

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