December 2009
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling...”
– Jack Kerouac
“She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself...”
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Underused Word of the Day.
Today’s underused word is effervesce.
Effervesce: verb [intrans]
1. (of a liquid) to give off bubbles.
2. (figuratively of a person) be vivacious and enthusiastic.
Thesaurus:
1. To fiz, sparkle, or be bubbly
2. Vivacious, scintillating, jaunty, zestful
Urban Dictionary. com’s Definition:
Its that inner bubbly explosive feeling from the expectation of a sexual act
Honey i feel...
“There are two kinds of love…in the safe kind you look for someone who’s exactly...”
– Jodi Picoult
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who...”
– Lemony Snicket
November 2009
“I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner, I believe in kissing,...”
– Audrey Hepburn
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...”
“The only lifelong, reliable motivations are those that come from within, and one...”
Super Mash Bros. = BEST WORKOUT MUSIC EVERRRRR
Underused Word of the Day.
Whimsical: adjective.
1. playfully quaint or fanciful, esp. in an appealing and amusing way: a whimsical sense of humor.
2. acting or behaving in a capricious manner: the whimsical arbitrariness of autocracy.
Thesaurus: fanciful, waggish, curious, droll, outlandish.
Urban Dictionary’s Definition:
A word used to describe a person that has very little muscle, and has an...
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Giving Thanks
This is an excerpt I selected from the book Cold Tangerines by Shauna Niequist.
“I am thankful, I realized in those moments, thankful for the breaking of things that needed to be broken, that couldn’t have broken any other way, thankful for the severing that allowed me to fall all the way down to the center of my fear and look it in the face, thankful for being set free from something...
Fairytales
So today in AP lit, we had read this poem about Snow White. It was a kinda satirical, cynical poem that was basically saying how fantasy is fantasy and we dabbled on the sexist tendencies of fairy tales, etc. Anyway, my teacher needed someone to read it aloud, and he usually picks people who he thinks voice matches the poem.
So he’s scanning the room….thirty seconds later, he smacks...
