Some Deep Thoughts...

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There came a time
when pigs flew high,
and rivers ran to touch the sky.

There came a time
when hearts beat true,
and hard bare feet felt morning's dew.

There came a time
when all else failed,
and widows black forever wailed.

The Puppet Show

Eyes wide open,
mouths shut tight.
Wonder and awe,
mixed with fright.
A sight never seen,
nor story heard,
they wait and listen,
to every word.
The wind starts to bite,
as their cheeks turn pink.
They can't help but stand,
motionless and think,
about those silly puppets,
and their friend,
just dreaming and wishing,
hoping it won't end.

Reading, Writing, and Wrong First Impressions

1. When I was about ten-years-old, my mom and I were walking through Barnes and Noble, trying to pick out a book for me to read for my fourth grade book report, when my mom saw the stand of Harry Potter books and asked me if I wanted to get one. I responded by saying no and that a story of a wizard looked nerdy and stupid. Well, sure enough, a couple days later almost everyone at school was reading those Potter books. Of course I made my mom go and pick me up a copy so I could find out what all of the fuss was about. it turned out that they were AMAZING!. The beginning was slow, but after the first couple of chapters, I was hooked. It was surprising that I liked Harry Potter because I wasn't usually into sci-fi or fantasy books. I'm stil not , but I've made an exception for the boy with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

1. The writing I brought in with me was the book, Dry by Augusten Burroughs. I read this book over the summer and I found out about it through watching the movie, Running with Scissors, which was based off of his memiors.
2. It's really impacted me because it's raw, edgy, and witty. He completely frank about everything that happens to him and everything he does. I also think it "hits" me the way it does because he discusses his struggle with alcoholism and drugs and how much they've hurt him and affected his life.
3."At home, I sit at my desk and open the bottle. I bring my nose to the opening and inhale. The smell is sharp, powerful. For a moment, I think, How could I drink this stuff? This could power a lawn mower. But then I'm pouring it into a plastic cup and bringing the plastic cup to my lips, like a lawn mower with hands. I talk to myself. 'I can't relapse, this is just classic. I know better. I should go immediately to an AA meeting. This is code blue.' It burns going down..." (257). This is an extremely important passage because, after a year of being sober, he is relapsing. He then starts to drink again and this time, it is worse. He also starts smoking crack and his life basically goes into a downward spiral.
4. What are some causes of relapse? How can you oversome an addiction?

Me, Myself, and I

Hey everybody! I'm Sarah and I like to write : ) Um i'm seventeen-years-old, I'm a student, and my favorite color is green. I like to write short stories and haikus (sp?). Also, I'm excited to develop my writing skills and to tap into my creative subconscious. One writer who has inspired me has been J.K. Rowling (by the way, I'm a Harry Potter fanatic!). I think she is one of the most talkented people of our time. I admire her style and creativity. Up until this summer she was proabaly the only writer I really liked. However, recently I have been reading the memiors of Augusten Burroughs. I like the fact that he doesn't sugar-coat anything in his books and i love his dark sense of humor!

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