Open letter to the 1998 Ford Contour sitting in my driveway

Dear car,
Dad cleaned you, posted you on craigslist, then fell in love with you again because you were so clean. Someone wanted to buy you, but Dad turned down the money just to be with you. You are very special to him, and you are a sentimental part of the family, but I have to tell you how I feel about your place here.
You have competition. The Van goes on long trips, the Sonata goes on errands, and the new BMW goes to church and other fancy places. You sit in the driveway, often stubbornly blocking the other cars, and you rust.
You have to acknowledge this. You do have endearing qualities, but you need to be aware of your character when compared to the other cars. I am not trying to hurt you, I just want to prevent future heartbreak by blurting out the truth in advance.
You are valued by Dad because of the cat-like purr you sing when he drives you. You have been his loyal companion through the years, never breaking down completely, even in harsh conditions. You cooperate when Mom drives, but in all honesty we both know that you work better with Dad. I know that you'd rather not talk about our recent drives together, but I have to tell, or else we'll never get better.
I'm not used to a stick shift like you. Multitasking, watching the road, the rpm's, and the spedometer, while feeling the clutch and the right gear, does not come naturally to me. I apologize for the times when I drove you with the parking brake on. And the times when I killed your engine (not on purpose). And I apologize for the embarassment I caused you when the light turned green and my skills failed to get you up that little bump before the intersection. If you meet the cars that were waiting behind us, it would be o.k. if you blamed it on me.
While I recognize that I'm often at fault, you aren't exactly helpful. The rusty polka-dots on your roof are embarassing, your rusty door hinges sound like a dying duck when opened too far, and your non-aerodynamic figure is old fashioned.Even though black is a timeless color, it doesn't hide rust well. On the inside, your left turn blinker signal clicks unnaturally fast, and reminds me of a cartoon time-bomb. The little section of your ceiling that has the light and sunglasses holder is falling out. Your suspension might be described as non-existent. Your gas mileage might be average if you were drafting a semi (which Dad did, but with the Van, sorry to break it to you).
Your future at our house is not over, however! It is impossible not to overhear David as he begs Dad to surrender you into his service. Hauling around unicycles, ramps, and plywood is not what you are used to, but you will come to enjoy it in time. David hasn't even been through driver's ed yet, so you'll get to spend more time with Dad before you're handed down.
Wishing you the brightest future possible, Kaitlin

On being a writer (?)

Of course being a writer has made me look at the world differently! I am now comparing unicycles to lollipops, lollipops to model solar systems, and model solar systems to a game of marbles. What is wrong with me? I am also looking for logical fallacies and Orwellian terms in EVERY SPEECH THAT I LISTEN TO. (the pastor's sermon, the history presentation, Obama's interviews, etc.) I probably re-write things and over-think stuff way more than I used to, too.

I read differently, as well. I pay attention to parallelisms, word choice, and other rhetorical devices more than I used to.

Thoughts on Santa, Religion, and surviving the Relatives...

It's almost Christmas. Almost for most people. I had one of my Christmases this weekend. It lasted from brunch well into the night, and I was totally burned out afterwards. Being an introvert, I lose energy when I am around large groups of people. Don't get me wrong, I love my relatives, but enough is enough. I also celebrated my mom's, grandma's, and mom's-cousin's (does that make him my uncle or my something cousin?) birthdays this weekend. From my recent experiences with I-hardly-ever-see-you-and-to-be-honest-I-don't-know-your-last-names kind of relatives, I have learned a few tips and tricks. 1. Have a generic game, like ping-pong or ice skating ready. 2. If you really don't want to talk to people, or you need a break, suggest watching a movie. 3. Volunteer to help with food. It scores you major points with the moms and it gives you something to do so that you aren't just standing around. 4. Don't shoot a Nerf gun at your brother unless you plan on starting a war.

Also, if you are around younger relatives, be gentle with the Santa topic. I have never believed that Santa existed, but many young'uns do. I find it sad and somewhat heartless that parents will lie to their children. What do they mean to accomplish? Do they do it for their own pleasure, to see their kids being adorably gullible? Do they do it so that their kids will not feel "left out" when they look back? I have never felt like I was missing anything. In fact, when I was younger and more outspoken, I crusaded against Santa. To my mother's horror, I told her best friend's kids that Santa wasn't real. Don't do that. Let the parents tell their kids the truth so that the parents can take all the resulting tantrums.

Santa and religion. Religion and santa. Regardless of what some people think, the two have nothing to do with one another. Christmas is a celebration of Christ's birth, not a commercialized holiday dedicated to shopping and brainwashing little children into believing that a fat guy dressed in red gives them presents. That's so creepy. I am grateful to my family for giving me happy holidays celebrating the arrival of the Savior on Earth. To me, three wise men traveling to Bethlehem is a much more romantic picture than one sleigh pulled through the sky by mutant reindeer. 

nerdy nerd (me)

1. Even though I got over 100% on my last big math test, I made corrections to gain half of a point. The test was 50 points plus extra credit.
2. Ping pong is awesome.
3. I own (and sometimes even use) a unicycle.
4. I knit and crochet.
5. I shop online in the clearance section.
6. I have a blog.
7. I love animated movies and old TV shows.
8. Books are sweet!
9. I am pestering my parents to start a mini-library upstairs.
10. I have a well-stocked pencil pouch.
11. I get out all of my #2 pencils during a scantron test. (usually 5-7 pencils)
12. I get ticked when someone doesn't give my pencil back.
13. The longest I have gone without looking at Skyward is a week.
14. I always bring a lunch from home.
15. I have elbow-sized bandaids in my backpack.
16. I wear glasses sometimes.
17. I take AP classes mostly because I like the students in them.
18. I don't play school sports.
19. I have never been to a football game.
20. I have never sent a text.
21. I hate parties.
22. I avoid social events at all costs.
23. Dodgeball is torture.
24. Fuzzy socks rock.
25. I'm an introvert.
26. I don't have any games on my graphing calculator.
27. Several people have asked me if I am a teacher.
28. I am easily amused. I don't really get bored.
29. I used to have a pet fish. He chased a laser pointer. It was awesome.
30. I like baking cookies.

answers to Abstraction

1.description
2.cause and effect
3.narration
4.classification/division
5.example
6.comparison/contrast

Abstraction

1. When you are afraid, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your heart beats faster, faster, faster. Every muscle in your body feels spring-loaded and ready to snap. Your mouth is dry and you cannot stare at one thing. Your glance shifts around the room relentlessly. Every sound is magnified, but the sound of your heartbeat against your eardrum is perhaps the loudest.
2. A grizzly bear stands on its hind legs not fifteen feet away, and you stop dead in your tracks, your heart pounding. Your little brother pops around the corner and yells "Rawr!", and you nearly wet your pants. Your pen stops working in the last 10 minutes of an FRQ, and you nearly fall out of your chair when reaching to snatch one off of the floor. You walk through a haunted house, and as you turn a corner a hand grabs you, so you punch the crap out of whatever creature is attached to the hand. You experience something frightening, and so you react based on fear.
3. I sat crouched near the deck, not daring to move as my enemy moved ever closer to becoming my victim. Capture the flag was played in the dead of night at my cabin, and it was a full moon. I feared that my brother, who was unwittingly crawling under the deck towards me, would see my silhouette near the overturned wheelbarrel and turn around before he crossed over onto my side. As he slowly army crawled nearer, my heart pulsed and I thought that surely he would spot me. He was well past the line now, and still I waited as the muscles in my neck tightened. He stopped, and quivered, "Kkkaitlin?". I sprung up, ran to the side of the deck, crouched down, and lauched myself underneath it. I army crawled through the dirt to my now scream-laughing brother who had curled up into a fetal position. I tagged him and he went to jail.
4. Fear is either rational or it is irrational. Rational fear can be logically explained, while irrational fear cannot. Rational fear is created when you believe that something will be dangerous, painful, or threatening. Irrational fear cannot be explained.
5. FDR once said "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself". Fear has been feared as a sign of weakness, but it is not usually that simple. Even if David feared Goliath, he defeated the giant in the end. Surely David feared the Lord more than his mortal enemy. In this case, David's fear of the Lord was a sign of strength. Machiavelli argued that a ruler in the ideal situation would be feared and loved, but in the real world he said that it is better to be feared than loved.
6. Is it really better to be feared than to be loved? While being feared may be an advantage in some unfortunate political situations, being loved is clearly an advantage in normal day to day scenarios. Both fear and love can generate respect, but respect based on fear is much different than respect based on love. Respect based on fear can disintegrate into hatred, but respect based on love is capable of growing into loyalty.

Stories from the kids table...

Every Thanksgiving the adults in my extended family sit at the big dining room table while the kids sit at the smaller kitchen table. We don't mind. Because the adults can't see us we can pull off some awesome shenanigans. This year I asked my brother and cousins to think of a noteworthy story for this blog. We couldn't remember one that stood out from the others, so here is our list of memorable moments:

• When I was little (and evil) I would ask my brother "Hey David, wouldn't it be cool if_____?". He would then proceed to do _____, and I would get in just as much trouble as he did because I was a bad influence on him. These _____'s included my brother shooting a squirt gun up his nose and hitting a ketchup packet with a hammer.
• At my cabin, while out on a kids-only fishing trip, we were boating back home as the sun was setting, when... One of my cousins made a bet with his twin brother that he could hit a ski bouy with a sunfish as the boat was moving past it. He grabbed a little sunfish out of the live net, took aim, and sent the poor little fish flying towards its target. The fish hit the bouy, then to our surprise it bounced back towards us with alarming speed. It hit my cousin Stephanie, and she shrieked. We laughed our heads off as the fish flopped around in the bottom of the boat. We decided that it had earned its freedom, so we tossed it into the lake and it swam away very quickly.
• The night before April Fool's Day, my brother and I snuck around the house putting tape around sink faucets so that the water would spray out horizontally at an unsuspecting victim. In the morning we found out that that victim had been our mom, who had been sprayed several times at different sinks.
• My cousin's golden retriever, Sophie, was a fluffy cream colored runt when they bought her. She was so small that we dressed her up in Build-a-Bear outfits!
• At my house, hide-and-seek is a hard core game. My brother has hidden pressed against the cieling beams in the basement, I have sandwiched myself into a linnen closet, and my little cousins have found containers and cupboards that they can squeeze into. In my living room, there is a decorative chest that we keep blankets in. My brother took out the blankets, folded himself into the chest, and shut the lid, but as the lid closed the latch swung shut, trapping him inside of a ridiculously tiny space! He thought that I was sitting on top of the chest (really, David?), so he panicked and broke the latch in his escape. 

National Geographic photo

I am in love with National Geographic, and I have the entire Planet Earth series on DVD, and I have so much respect for the camera people and photographers who show perfect moments in nature to the world. This picture has a very obvious argument, but I chose it mainly because I can't get over the size of that thing's head compared to the size of the shell. The baby crocodile looks trapped and mass produced. When you see an incubation tray with eggs in it, you automatically think "chicken", but by putting a crocodile head in there instead of a fluffy yellow birdie, the photographer makes you think "That is sooo wrong! Run away and be free! Don't let the humans eat you!". The crocodile looks so wild with its teeth bared and stripes showing, but it has been put in an orderly grid. The grid itself looks dystopian, or communist, or something of that nature.
Agent: Sukree Sukplang/Reuters took the picture (I swear I'm not making up the name!)
Act: "Thou shalt not put cute reptiles into egg trays."
Agency: Photography is the medium.
Scene: The picture is on the National Geo website, for all nature lovers/people haters to see. The photo was taken at a crocodile hatching festival.
Purpose: The photo was taken to provide a visual argument against a shady zoo in Bangkok. The zoo is suspected of involvement in the illegal animal trade, and it is infamous for its treatment of animals. The zoo has over 100,000 crocodiles already.

X2 page 113... spellingz

I have a hard time remembering how many letters to add in some words, too. Words like psychotic make me crazy because why is there a P in there? Nobody pronounces the P. (Try it, I dare you.) It is like a stupid wad of gum stuck to the bottom of a desk because its user wanted to annoy whoever came across it. Sometimes I look at a word that I just spelled correctly and I think, "That can't be right....". Spell check is wonderful, unless you have a weird name like, I don't know, Kaitlin. I swear, some engineer took the soul out of a walking dictionary (remember that kid with buck teeth who corrected everyone in a nasally voice) and molded it into what we call spell check. Spell check acts like a kindergartener with a crayon whenever you try to write in another language. But even if spell check can be a pain in the popo, it is a lifesaver when you are absolutely clueless. What if everyone could spell words out like they sounded? This scenario reminds me of a restaurant called Zorbas where every S is replaced with a Z. Zpelling  like dat drivez peoplez up wallz. If evryone speld like thay spoek, no un wood bee aebel to tel tha difrence between "choose" and "shoes". When advertisers mix up spellings, or turn letters backwards, product names can be easily recognized. "Dubble Bubble", for example, takes advantage of a misspelling to make the double look like the bubble. "Froot Loops" does the same thing.

Would you like some random with this random?

Random thoughts regarding high school:

• I wish that WHS had a few "Paternoster" (old fashioned German elevators, not totally dangerous).
• It would be awesome if there was a randomness club at the high school, where members could try something new each week. (for example: sushi one week, then hang gliding the next)
• To eliminate traffic problems on the stairs, the right hand side of the stairs should be converted into a slide so that nobody attempts to move against downward traffic. Going down a slide would be so much faster, not to mention more entertaining.
• On late starts, none of the study rooms are quiet. On one late start I was caught studying in the peaceful hallway, and I was ordered to go to a forum room for "quiet study". Even the teachers in charge of the room were blabbering! Why not send all of the noisy kids and trouble makers into the gym or a forum room while quiet, responsible students can be allowed to go to the library or the hall?
• At lunch one time, every person at my table brought in a dish of something to share, and it was awesome! We saw another table doing the same thing a while later.
• I am so glad that there was an anti-tanning article in the school paper. Tanning is unnatural. Why do "hot" girls like to be orange? Even though orange is a hot color, a hot color on the color wheel does not translate to mean a "hot" person. It seems odd that tanning ads can be found in the school paper while students are told in health class that tanning hurts skin.
• If hallways were arteries and students were plaque, the school would have had a heart attack long ago. Masses of students seem to become immobilized at every inconvenient place in the hallway, and their presence causes other students to try and squeeze their way through.  
• Why do girls buy tiny, thin, expensive clothes? I know. Clothing companies save money by using thin material, or just less of it. Some girls believe that tiny and/or transparent clothes are stylish, so they buy them at ridiculous prices. In reality, dear "stylish" girls, this is Minnesota, which means it is cold outside during most of the school year. The girls that have good fashion sense are the ones that buy sweaters and cuddle duds, rather than investing in bare skin and shivers.

book review

The Glass Castle makes readers thankful for what they have, and fills them with hope that hard work can really transform the standard of living in a family. This book reveals a part of American society rarely glimpsed by the more fortunate. In today’s economic climate, this book is a warm reminder that perseverance and sweat allow anyone to improve their condition, and attitude is the main key to change. Anyone struggling with family issues, poverty, or downright hopelessness will find this book to be a reminder that the American dream is more tangible than a mere fantasy. Jeannette Walls inspires dreamers to stop half-heartedly wishing on a star, and start working towards a planet.

Halloween

When it comes to Halloween, my family  doesn't go all decoration crazy or anything. Right now we have one pumpkin sitting on the porch, and that's it. Halloween is an excuse to eat massive amounts of candy. My best Halloween memory is running around the neighborhood with huge pillow cases in which we collected the goodies, then taking inventory of each bag and bartering to get the best stuff. (the best sweets, In my opinion, will always be milk duds, chewy sweet tarts, sour skittles, and anything made of chocolate) Smashing squishy pumpkins in the woods after the holiday is pretty fun, too.

education

I believe that the most important arguments made in "2 million minutes", "I just want to be average", and "For once, blame the students" were on the topics of incentive and culture. In the documentary, Apoorva says she wants to get rich. It seems like all of the asian students are pressured by their parents to do well in school. My parents want me to "get a life". I am beginning to see their point.
Daniel Pink's speech, "Pay for Performance" highlights the importance of intrinsic motivation in business environments. (You have to watch the video to understand what I'm saying about it. http://2mm.typepad.com/usa/2009/10/daniel-pinks-insights-on-pay-for-performance.html ) It would be so awesome if we had "fedex days" at school. They would help students to become interested in what they learn about every day. The candle experiment shows the importance of thinking outside the box and never using extrinsic motivation in an innovative environment. So, it is kind of ironic that east indians look up to Bill Gates (an innovative and intrinsically motivated person), but they are motivated by money and parental standards.
It seems like both American and Asian students have an unbalanced view of education. Americans favor sports to the extreme, while Asians desire knowledge above all else. American culture supports an unbalanced view with "Ferris Beuler's day off", "the Simpsons", and the old tv show "Recess". Peer pressure here deals mostly with sports and physical appearance, while in Asia students desire to be the best in the class. If American and Asian cultures merged, both would benefit by becoming more balanced.  

Another weekend blah

I just read about how we're supposed to have two looooong paragraphs on the weekend blog. Then I saw the comics link/ the oatmeal thing. I read "what it means when you say litterally". Holy guacamole. I will never use the word litterally again unless I have rehearsed how to say it in my head so long that the conversation has moved on. In, other words, I just won't say it. That website has sooooo many swear words on it. They bug me. They have been over used so much that they have lost all originality/significance/meaning. Really truly, they make your intelligence and ingenuity seem a bit lower whenever you use them. The comic characters often don't have completed eyes, so you can't tell where they're looking. I am running out of things to put in my loooong paragraph.
Oh, I know. I spent most of the morning reading "The memory keeper's daughter"....fabulous book! It is probably the only sad book I have ever read that I liked, which is probably due to the fact that this book has so much suspence in it! Who would ever have thought of a sad AND suspenseful book, it's the perfect combination though. I'm about half way through it, and I can tell that every character is at a point where they all go down together, or something starts to go right. I admire the author because she is so good at showing you what is going on, instead of telling you. Everything is connected to everything else, but you can't anticipate what happens next until it smacks you in the face and you're like, WHAT! I really hope that it ends in a way that won't leave me banging my head against a wall in frustration over the lives of made up characters. Litterally.

Deutsch muzik

When you think of German music, you probably imagine techno or the polka, if you ever think about german music. There are many other genres in Germany, though. I just learned about the diversity of German music this year on a website that you can find by googling "step into German". Even if you don't understand many of the words, the music videos are pretty cool. I put the youtube URL's to a few of my favorites below.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVQtIwaumJE
This one's by Kira. It doesn't have a video, but her voice is so clear and beautiful!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V66cr41DNnM
This one's by Paul van Dyk and Peter Heppner.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-I3cLiptlM
This is by Clueso. I can't figure out how they made the video, and it's really bugging me.

When listening to songs in a language that you're still learning, it makes you appreciate how words sound, not just what they mean. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it.

Obama's Speech

• cadence: He lowers the pitch of his voice at the end of a sentence when he is trying to emphasize the point he just made. He does not do this when he is giving examples to prove his points.
• gestures: He waves after he is introduced to the audience, he points at the audience when he says  "you" or "now". In the middle of his speech it seems like he waves his hands in small circles because he doesn't know what to do with them.
• setting: The members of the audience that are used as the president's background are all kids, multi-cultural, and wearing suits or dress shirts. The president is speaking at a very successful highschool. All of these are beneficial to the president's message, but the expressionless and fairly bored faces in the audience are not.
• enunciation: He makes sure that he pronounces every word accurately, but he makes a few grammatical errors. He says "uh" and stutters several times. He says "ethics is about", "a non-for-profit", "you will be the one who are", and "got that algebra formula properly.".
• climactic order: He doesn't go through a long chain of events, instead choosing to skip straight from now (school) to the future (careers). Later on he places college and extra curriculars in the middle.
• repetition: He repeats thoughts of America's dependence on students, the importance of education, and the idea that "we" are counting on "you". He repeats the words "you", "future", and "education" a lot to emphasize his point.
• parallelism: He compares his ethics class to the presidency, and he compares classes in general to different careers.
• figurative language: Holy guacamole, he uses a ton! Just to start with he states that tests and projects are "just around the corner", students should "color outside the lines" (whatever that means), students should look for subjects in "what makes you come alive" (Aren't we already alive?), students should start "expanding horizons", parents "love you to death", and in school "one hour you can be an author, the next hour, a scientist". It bugs me when he says "I met" or "I sat down with". He talks about the person who indroduced him, saying that he learned something about her when he sat down and talked to her, when he really only heard it from her indirectly in her introduction a few moments ago.
• eye contact: He spends equal amounts of time looking at the audience and looking at his notes. It seems like when he looks at his audience he looks into the distance, never daring to look into the front row.
• pauses: The largest pause was before... Twitter, which was used for a humorous effect (the audience laughed, but I didn't get it). The pauses in his speech were placed like the ones in MLK Jr.'s speech. He says "it is great... to be here." The pause in the middle makes you ask "Why is it, or what is great?". After the pause he answers your question with an obvious response.
• posture: He stands up straight, shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and holds the podium.
• voice inflection: This is similar to cadence. His tone gets higher when he gives a command or makes a key statement, and goes lower when he illustrates his points.

How you wish you got to school this morning.

The coolest ways to get from point A to point B.

1. aqua jet pack, oh yeah
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=im1iNq02Kz0
2. slip n' slide sling shot
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShFAeNdiEiA
3. unicycle, duh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MTU2hjhkqg
4. uber tiny car (British people are hilarious)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJfSS0ZXYdo
5. sky ski/ air chair/ hydrofoil
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoGqdZNdb_o

Enjoy!

My little brother is a beast.

Can your little brother unicycle? I didn't think so. Click on the thingy to get to his youtube channel.

http://www.youtube.com/user/skatedonthate88

Jealous? So am I.

(If you really want to learn to ride stop by the Twin Cities Unicycle Club.)

Geeez.....(my reaction to the JC laws)

The laws remind me of two siblings standing across the room from eachother, and one of them constantly saying, "So and so is breathing on me!......So and so flicked a booger at me!" And the law about the militia? If someone is willing to give their life up in the fight for America, shouldn't people encourage them instead of pushing them to the side? I thought that the law about publishing articles related to equality was sadly funny. Sooo, the founding fathers were wrong and deserve to be in jail? Honestly, it is really hard to make such an ugly topic funny. I give up.

Free writing!

A blog about anything? But that's so, so, non-schoolish.? How do I even start? I know! A free write. I guess I'm already doing it. Oh. O.k. Crap, I stopped. Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, I saw a comic in the newspaper today. It was the garfield one. John was writing a blog that was so boring that garfield, the computer, and the dog fell asleep. That's the kind of blog that I'm writing right now. Oh! I know, over the weekend. This weekend I earned twenty bucks babysitting, I took a six hour long PSAT/SAT course, and I helped work a book exchange at a fundraiser. The fundraiser was outside, and everyone was afraid that it was going to rain and the books would get wet. Thank goodness it didn't. Thinking, thinking about dogs. My golden retriever Jessie is curled up under my desk right now. She makes a lovely rug. Oh! After the PSAT/SAT course, I went on a motorcycle ride with my dad. I love motorcycle rides. They make you feel like you are a part of the landscape, instead of just an observer. Every gust of wind whips your head around, you lean into curves, you listen to the mixed sounds of every engine on the road, and if it's cold outside, you actually feel cold. Cars are so, boring. When you drive around in a car it's like being inside of a climate controlled storage unit. Oh, whoops! I didn't exactly do a ten minute freewrite, it was more like a twenty minute write, and I mentally edited. Man, I was just getting to a good part, too. Stupid timer.

why I write...

I write, obviously, because this class requires it. Outside of class, I write because I feel like it. I feel like writing once in a blue moon whenever I think about something noteworthy. I believe that the freewrite in class the other day was note worthy (or just the highlighted sections), so here it is:

"It's fryday, fryday! (music note) Is a music note considered writing? I suck at freewriting. The freewriting instructions were amazing. I loved how it said "reeling in the line of words", or something like that,because it seems like you are fishing for fish in your subconscious when you write. The ocean of your subconscious. Maybe free writing is like dreaming, where random memories are triggered by other memories, and then they all come to the surface like dominoes in a line, one by one, and some mashed together. That was too many commas, OH NO! I was editing a free write! Shame on me, stupid schooling. Oh, now I don't know how to keep going, it feels stupid talking about nothing. I know, there was an awesome video yesterday that was so funny it made me laugh and cry at the same time. I have to start watching the Daily Show. I was going to say something important here, oh yes, it is annoying that I don't have a telepathic pen that can write my thoughts as I think them because my writing usually can't keep up with my thinking, and then I forget, and then I'm screwed. My wrist cracks every time I twist it. It is wierd, I should have some doctor person look into that."

The highlighted sections are somewhat random, but they fit into my explanation of why I write. I am usually motivated to write when I am daydreaming and I stumble upon some unique thought. I feel like those thoughts should be written down as you think them, because they are easily lost in an ocean of daydreams. The longer you wait to write them down, words start to slip back into your subconscious. I do not write because I feel that I have a unique and insightful voice that everyone should listen to, I write because I think that it's cool when everything flows together. I write because writing helps me learn more about myself.

About Sherman Alexie

His writing style is immaculate. His story is unrelatable. It will be hard to model my writing style based on his, because I do not have a concrete event that changed the whole course of my life.

hello

I'm Kaitlin.