Reflection

Reflection of the 101
This class has shocked and amazed me.  I usually hate to write and dread the occasional essay, but something about this class has opened me up to it.  I come in day to day with the excitement of the new write.  I have grown as a writer in this class, even though I still wouldn’t want to pursue it.  I never would have dreamed of sitting down for an hour and just like that creating a 2 page paper about anything off of the top of my head.  This class has helped me look beyond just the grammar and spelling portions of writing and directing me towards the creative and care free portions.  Granted, we do still do those things, but she has found a way to take away the stresses of doing such things.  My favorite story that I started in this class as a free write, was Harold.  Now I called it Harold of the rocks, for a while anyway to see if anyone noticed or commented about the title name choice, but I can’t actually call it that due to it being the name of a song.  This also had one of my favorite prompts to write about…insanity, split personality, and other worldly quirks.  I just can’t write enough about things like this.  It’s actually something that I could fill pages in minutes.
When I started this class, my first free write was a little slow going.  I would try to brainstorm quickly and try to come up with something, then attempt to write, but punctuation errors and spelling errors came quickly and on accident, so it killed the flow horribly.  I would constantly be hitting the backspace key and almost be thinking of the grammar, more than what I was actually writing.  If I could change one thing about this whole semester, it would be a better attendance for myself.

Please read first!

A please read first!
Hello If you are reading this welcome to Michael Wilsons blog.  If you have clicked on some posts already, you may notice that there are a LOT of grammar errors.  This is because each post was done in free write and have not been altered.  Anyway this post was here to inform you of such….enjoy!

Hello Mrs. A letter

Hello Mrs. Anthony.
The school year for me is kind of going a little rough and I know it.  Work is getting the better of me.  They are working me from 3:54 pm to 4:00 am off and on, which makes the trip to OTC hell considering I’m an hour away from Springfield (I live in Crane).  My wife also goes to OTC and has class 1 hour before me, but she doesn’t have her driver’s license, so I have to drive us up to OTC, then drive us back home.  Now this doesn’t sound all too bad until you think, I get off at 4:00 am, get home at 5:00 am, get up at 8:00 am, get dressed and out the door by 8:45 am, so we can get to Springfield by 10:00 am.  Also when I’m out of school its 1:00 pm, so I get home at 2:00 pm, just to turn around at 3:00 pm and head to work to get there by 3:54 pm, to start my day of work.  Also for that time that I’m up here waiting for your class to start, I’m sleeping in my blazer.  I would like to apologize for those days that I have missed, because I have overslept, and could not be woken up from my alarm.
 All honesty I was a little scared about getting into an English class, because the thought of the essay scares me, but somehow you’ve made a way to make it fun.  All the way through high school I despised English with a passion, but here it’s actually one of the classes I look forward to in my day.  I’ve always been more of a math kind of guy.  Something about all of those numbers, and trying to find an answer to a problem that spans a page, seemed like an awesome puzzle that was fun.
I was also wondering how I can check my grades, because I tried to look in the tab that says “check my grades” and it doesn’t show anything at all, just “checking grades” and “you will be able to check your grades here” but never shows them up, or lets you click on a link.
I also love the quirky attitude of yourself and the class, because it makes me feel like I fit in.  It really livens my day.
Well anyway, I just wanted to say thanks for the semester so far, it’s been great.


Sincerely,
Michael Scott Wilson

Where would you rather be.

Where would you rather be?
I would rather be in the fields of Ireland.  I’ve never been to Ireland, just seen pictures of the beautiful landscapes, but I would want to go to the brew masters and get me some of their domestic.  The land looks awesome and if I was to get bored there, which is highly unlikely, I would go and take another trip right on over to Scotland and see the castles.

The smells of the place.
Well the smells of Ireland.  If I had to pick a smell that you would…smell in Ireland, I think that you would smell a lot of sheep dung in areas, because of the sheep herders.  Another smell would be a salty smell of the ocean.  The nice smell of humidity from being close to the waters.  A nice smell of grass would be blowing through the air, also a clean smell in areas due to vast fields.  Also you would smell hops in the bars and breweries about Ireland, cause who isn’t going to visit them.
The sounds of Ireland
One sound that I think that you would here is the sound of crashing waves around the edges of Ireland, considering its surrounded by water.  The sound of birds/seagulls flying overhead around the ocean sides.  You would also hear the sounds of sheep calling in the distance.  There would also be sounds of people laughing and having a good time in the nearby taverns, to further this, glasses clinking, stories telling, people singing, just good folks having a good time with the occasional bout.  Sounds of cars driving down the roads in the cities.  Sounds and chatter of people in the cities, would be yet another you would hear.  Another sound would be the sounds of wind passing through the grass blowing it to and fro, without the care in the world.  Around the country sides would be the sounds of peace echoing.
Sights of Ireland and Scotland
Now this is a toughie for me, so far each of my senses have revolved around the same things and I could keep going and going with the same for every one of them but let me try to change it up.  Of course you could see all of the things that I have described so far in the other senses, but one of the sights that I would really like to see, which is the main reason for me wanting to go to these places, aside from the brew masters, is the castles.  The vast castles of Scotland and Ireland alike would be fine places to go and see.  Another would be the vast fields of green grass and small rolling hills, not to mention being surrounded by water would be a cool deal.  To go to the beaches surrounding and see the different rocks and sea life that had washed up on the shores.
Things to touch in Ireland
Well of course we could talk about the curly fur of the sheep that you will be in contact with.  Another thing would be the nice smooth feel of the grass that you could lay down in.  Feel the cool water of the ocean.  You could feel the cold stone walls of the castles, which have of course, that weathered sandy feel.  The castles would also have old wood, that is riddled with history, scratches and holes and knots to the point that it feels as if it could fall apart in your hands.  The feel of the dusty country roads at your feet as you walk them for your adventures.  The feeling of the rocks down by the ocean, all sharp and ridged.  The feeling of good Ireland cooking in your stomach, would be one of the feelings that I would want to experience.
Things to taste in Ireland
Ok I’ve never been to Ireland or Scotland so this is going to get weird quick, for I will run out of things to talk about really quick.  You could taste haggis from Scotland, which I would think would have an interesting taste about it, and by that I mean that I think that it would suck very badly.  I mean, it doesn’t sound appetizing one bit.  Another, aside from haggis would be the rest of Irish and Scottish cooking.  Another taste would be salt in the air from the ocean, the taste of farms in the air (some good some bad).  Another taste would be of the many types of beers and whisky.  I would love to try straight Irish whisky.

Typology and reflections.

Typology test and reflections…
I have mixed thoughts on my Jung typology test.  The test placed me as an “INFP”, which seemed right by the description, but when I go into the possible career choices, it kind of gets me wrong.  For instance, it says that I should pursue a career in literature and writing or a career in religious education.  I don’t care for religion, I can respect it for its feel good feeling and its giving of security for the afterlife that it gives people but other than that, it is a thing that I despise.  Then the literature portion, I hate writing/typing.  Now don’t get me wrong when I was in public school I wrote story after story, but as far as pursuing it as a career, count me out.  It also said that I would be good in graphics design and multimedia.  Now this is an on the fence job for me, because I can think of so many things to create, but lack the artistic vision or skill to place them on paper.  Now psychology would be the only one out of the list that somewhat would be a job that I possibly wouldn’t mind to do, just because I kind of do that already.  Every time I turn around there is another person wanting to talk about their “feelings” or their “problems” and just start talking away as if I hit the stopwatch and said lets begin.  It gets to the point that they start talking about their childhood and how terrible/good their parents were to them.  For some reason their stories always move me, into the point of telling them something that they were looking for, or not looking for, but leaving them in a place of contentment.
Now aside from the job choices that the test says that I should take, I almost whole heartedly agree with the description of my character.  The part where I feel that it falls short on me, or maybe, would be the part about possibly having an imaginary friend.  Now I talk to myself almost as if I am or have another person inside that I argue with, but I wouldn’t think of it as an imaginary friend for, he has no name.  I do however, “bring mundane objects to life”, see the face in the front of the car, give the toaster and stove personality, laugh at the fridge, etc.  I also agree with the part where it says, “INFP’s have the ability to see good in almost anyone or anything”, I have a problem with this part of my character, not that the Jung test got it wrong, but about myself.  I have a problem with keeping bad people around, and a problem with saying no.  For instance, I have this friend who is into drugs deep, but I keep him around to try to help him, but It kind of drags me down in the process and he asks for money, and ill almost put myself into the hole, just to let him borrow.  Now I’m not going to write a whole bunch about being an introvert, because that is definitely me.  I don’t like to socialize with other people, and a lot of times I go great lengths to avoid it…….unless I’m drunk.  I don’t like parties, if I want to get my drink on, I would much rather be the one who goes to the bar alone, rather than go to a massive party.  If I do socialize, it’s usually the one on one approach, I hate crowds.  Now the weird part about this is that I’m also in a band that goes and plays for crowds.
The typology that I’m placed in makes sense, it’s just weird looking back at myself like this.  I usually go the day to day with the, no care, style.  I think that seeing this and actually writing about my personality, or type, makes me think that I need to re-evaluate myself and maybe try and change.  Like I stated in the previous paragraph, I tend to attract the wrong type of people as friends, because I see good in everything.

The place that I would like to go back to (rough draft)

The place that I would like to go back to is Dauphin Island, Alabama.  This place is amazing to me.  It was the first place that I’ve seen the beach.  Me and my family have been to Dauphin 2 times so far and both times were memorable.  The first time that we went to Dauphin, was to go and see a friend down there, well it was more of a trip to go get her and bring her back up here, but anyway we got a day to go to Dauphin.  The one day that we were there, it really wasn’t enough to get the full experience, but I did have that shock and awe moment, when we started to see the ocean.
When you are getting close to Dauphin, you can see little bits of the ocean through the dense tree line on the sides of the road, just little teases of it.  You go through this for about 10-15 minutes, then you see it.  There is a long bridge that you drive over, that arches way up in the air, and gives you a magnificent view of the surrounding area, and it is beautiful.
After you cross the bridge you see that all of the houses are on stilts and the little island is surrounded by beach.  There is a vast jogging trail, that goes through an almost jungle like area, that winds and touches the beach from time to time.  The people that actually live on the island and are part of the community, are very nice people and care for the well-being of the island.  One of those people, that tries to rally the community, is the lady that owns the gift shop in the middle of town.
On our 2nd trip to Dauphin, we had a little more time to explore the island.  We stayed 2 days this time and dedicated a day to driving, considering it takes about 12 hours to get there from Crane.  We visited the ruins of the old fort that they had stationed on Dauphin.  I was able to see my first sunset over the ocean this time, and the feeling of this, was beyond words.  I have always wanted to see the sunset over the ocean, because you always see it in the movies and it just looks amazing, but the movies just don’t do the actual sunset over the ocean justice.  The reds and the oranges that glisten off of the water as the sun goes down, then they change to a purple and dark reddish color, then finally fade to black.
On that trip, we really wanted to rent a beach house, but were financially unable at the time, due to circumstances, but we didn’t want to cancel the trip, so we stayed at the campgrounds on Dauphin.  Now I love camping, but camping that far south in a tent, with no way of keeping cool, is just a little much for me.  When you wake up in the mornings, you have the feeling of not having a full nights rest, and still feelings of fatigue from sleeping in the tent, so next time we go, which is hopefully this coming year, we will finally rent our beach house.  The prices of the beach houses really aren’t that bad.  You can get a nice beach house for about $1000 a week.
The beach time we had was amazing, not just for the sunset, but because my kid got to play in the sand, and she just turned 3 at that time.  She had an awesome time, played like a kid in a giant sandbox, but better.  She found shells and made castles, and just never lost excitement.  Really made me feel good about taking her along.  My other 2 kids were more concerned about the water.  The bar that we went to on the island, was also on the stilts, and had a big palm tree growing right through the bar.
Now for a little history of the island, and some cool things to see.
A cool thing to see on the island is Fort Gaines.  Fort Gaines was made in 1848, or completed in 1848.  It’s really cool to go through the old fort and see the quarters where the ammunition was stored and where the cannons were mounted.  The confederation had taken Fort Gaines at the beginning of the civil war and held the fort for 3 years, until May 4 1865.
One of the oldest tombstones on Dauphin island, is one that is dated 1841, and it belongs to a John Sprinkle, who possibly works for Santa Clause (that part is made up).
There is a ferry that runs from Dauphin to the mainland.  The island also has its own airport, so if you would want to go to Dauphin, and you don’t want to drive the 11 hours to get there, you can catch a flight to the island directly.
The island also has a sea lab that I have never been in, but would love to go and see.  The last time that we were there, we kind of ran out of time, and money, so we had to skip on the lab, but it leaves something to look forward to the next time around.
There is a deep sea fishing rodeo that is open around July.  I was wondering what a deep sea fishing rodeo actually was and apparently some of the fish are big enough and put up enough of a fight that they jerk you around and toss you around, almost as if you were in a rodeo.
Me and my family are wanting to go back to Dauphin, sometime mid next year, preferably in the summer.  Part of my reasoning for wanting to go at that time, is for the sailing and the kayaking, because there is a lighthouse that you can see way out in the distance, and when I was on the island last time, I overheard people talking about going to the lighthouse, and say a few kayaking out to it.  I can’t wait for our trip back, it’s almost like our home away from home.

The first job.

The first job
Mhy fistr job was a job at a resort.  That job sucked really bad because it was a job where they paid 7 an hour to do every job “nearly” on the resort.  I did the grounds keeping the maid worlk the runner job the maint on the resort nerly every ob on the resort I did and it weighed heavily.  My day went like this, I would go upstairs to the reception dest get my list of the rooms that were out m if they were out I would strip the rooms if not I would simply plsace the condo bag at the gondo and let the maids woit until they would leave then I would go and clean the lobby and all the bathrooms on the resort after this I would go and leaf bolow the gounds then I would take the kitchen tracsh out to the dumpster then I would go up to the condo’s and take the condo bags back to the housekeeping office if there were anything left in them, then I would go and clean the cobwebs off of all of the realings around the resort and pushbroom the sidewalks, then I would take out the trash in fromt of all the lower condo’s around back, if there were new guests at the resort I would get a call from the head at the resort to go and let them preview a room , if a room needed any light bulbs or little fixes I would be on int, on the days of the parrot head party I woulod shofur people up and down the hill with the golf kart that I had , and some of those tpeople tipped very well for instance one person up and down the hill would tip 3o bucks,  it was pretty much the time at the resort when all the rich people come to get drunk all at once, the parrot head party even had “horse” raches lol this was not your tipical horse race mind you it was a board with lanes down it and at eah pint of the board were bibrators and they taken bids to which vibrator was going to cross the finish line first, it was very ridiculous but aside from the ferrying people up and down the hill the parrot head pary was the greadest time that I had at rocklane resort.

Place that i would like to go back to.

I awoke one morning with excitement.  Today was the day I said.  I had this overwhelming, almost that feeling of a kid when his parents tell him that they are going to a candy store to buy bags and bags.  This day was the day that weeks of planning come to fruition, the day when we finally get to go to our vacation.  Now this was our first vacation, and the first always seems to hold more weight on the memories than the next to come, at least it does to me.  Anyway, back to the house.
The kids were up early, which was unusual for them.  Excitement just filled the air, and the sounds of random singing was heard, for the duration of the “getting ready” process.  Once we all were able to finally pile into the car the excitement decayed fairly quickly in the first hour of drive, because it seemed to hit everyone at once.  What we had just experienced for that one hour, we would have to multiply it by 12, then we would be at our destination.  Sadly enough, this is one of my most hated things about vacation, travel.  One of my reasons for hating the travel, would be the fact that you can’t ever seem to get the temperature in the car right, I mean it always is too hot or too cold, and about every 30 minutes you’ll find yourself turning the knob again.
It taken about halfway for the scenery to truly change.  Tall pine trees walled the sides of the roads.  For us in the car, we had this moment of shock and awe, for we never seen anything like it before.  This is the first time that we had ever thought to venture outside of Missouri.  During this halfway point is also when you get the bathroom breakers.  This point on you you’ll get them more and more often, stopping, what feels like every 30 min.
Three quarters through the drive the sounds in the car change.  “Are we there yet” fills the air over and over as if it were a song on a cd that was full of scratches.  At this point you’ll also start to notice the occasional palm tree, to let you know that you are almost there.  Of course this livens the kids, puts them in this crazy curiosity stage.  The smells of fish fill the air, along with the feeling of a massive amount of moisture.
The ocean is peeking through the thick tree line down stretch.  There’s a 45 degree corner at the end, and when you get there, the tree line disappears, and all that you see on the sides of the road is water.  Water for as far as the eye can see.  “Whoa” replaces all other words at this point and oddly enough is the best description for most of what you see.  We cross a massive bridge that pits you multiple stories in the air.  The road is almost steep enough, to make you feel like you are ascending a huge mountain.  This bridge spanned about a mile to mile and a half and taken you to an island to the south of Alabama.
As I came down the other side of the bridge, I saw a very peculiar sight.  Houses on stilts, were littered all over the place.  This made me chuckle a little on the inside, little people houses is what I called them jokingly.  I understood why they were on stilts, but my mind didn’t care.  I was so tired at this point, 1 hour drive for me is torture, but 12 was just pure hell.  I could feel my body sag to the wheel.  The sad thing is, that day I did nothing at, except sleep and wake up the next day.
 

Story of a place discussion.

Story of the place that we discussed on Monday
In Ireland, a person name Michael Wilson went to visit and explore one day.  He came seeking the various bars in Ireland.  One day he went to an enchanted tavern, where you could drink and drink but not get hung over or alcohol poisoning.  Well on that day he ended up getting so drunk and obnoxious that he offended some of the locals.  This caused a crazy bar fight that ended with him being thrown into many tables and chairs, and led to many broken tables and chairs and beer and liquor bottles.  The owners were so furious that they had picked up the unconscious Michael, and taken him to the ocean side to be thrown into the water.
When he awoken he was oddly enough in Scotland.  He didn’t know how he’d gotten there.  So he stumbled along until he came upon an old shoddy castle.  Well Michael now was very wet and cold, so taking refuge in an old abandoned castle, kind of seemed like the right thing to do, given the circumstance.
 

Movie or game character you would want to be.

Movie or game character
If I could be any movie or game character, off the top of my head I think that I would be wolverine post adamantium.  The reasons are, 1) he’s nearly indestructible, I mean the guys healing factor nearly makes him immortal 2) his claws, I mean who doesn’t want to have nearly indestructible claws that are able to come out of your hands at will.  The claws don’t only have to be for self defense either.  They could be for cutting up food when you don’t have a knife, or when you need firewood you could claw yourself a tree down, or build yourself a shelter out in the woods.  The third reason for wanting to be wolverine is that you look close to how people look in society.  Out of all the mutants, wolverine in my mind has some of the coolest powers mixed with he looks close to normal.  He could still walk down the road go to the store and no one would know.  If I wasn’t going to be wolverine though I think that I would go with deadpool though.  Deadpool was kind of my toss up with wolverine.  Deadpool would be awesome to be except for one problem, you wouldn’t be able to just waltz down the road to the store and get groceries or do anything else other than that which deadpool does.  He also has healing powers like wolverine, if not better, but he doesn’t have the adamantium skeleton like wolverine, meaning that he could be dismembered and shredded, but still able to pull himself back together.  Another thing about deadpool is that hes crazy, not only a little crazy mind you, but crazy crazy.  This for me isn’t really a deal breaker considering that I find that myself doesn’t seem that sane, at least to me.

About shattered glass movie...

Shattered glass
This movie was awesome, but left me feeling uncomfortable, in the fact that when he starts to get caught and tells more lies and tries to cover it up, but they find out that what he said to cover it up is even more lies.  It’s a great movie that goes to show you that you have to look into and correctly cite your sources, because it can come back to bite you later on.  Also like the lady at the reception desk said, “this could have been prevented if there were only pictures”.  If there were pictures in the paper for all of his pieces, he wouldn’t have been able to lie so many times, or at least it would have been harder for him to lie.  Also if he would have been fact checked a little harder, because it didn’t seem like it was too hard for another paper to find out that he was full of crap, this wouldn’t have happened so much, or he would have been caught way sooner.  Since this guy still walks the streets today, and this movie is based on a true story, I bet that this guy can’t even go to the grocery store without being harassed for the things that he did at the New Republic.  It is funny though that since he was banned from journalism, he is doing the same thing he did in journalism, just as a writer.  Maybe he should have looked at writing from the beginning, instead of going to journalism.  It definitely would have suited him better, and he wouldn’t have had to worry about getting caught.  He could have written all the fiction he wanted and not once would people be fact checking him or freak out when he forgot the slightest detail.  I don’t like the way that Steven was manipulative either.  I had a friend that way in school and know how it is, but I do like the way that Chuck dealt with it in the end.  When Steven told him that he didn’t want to be alone, that he didn’t know what he would do if he was by himself, and Chuck responded with “well I’m not going with you Steven”.

What if...or not...

Parties
Tod forbes in crane in elsey toss over his head broke a chair broke random jars people getting high in their car so I left and walked down the road to the railroad tracks through the middle of town which was 7 miles away to my friends house and went to bed, another party that I went to was a little crappy it was in monett and it was in the basement of some chicks house and the party got a little out of hand when a person went “through” a door and her dad got a lil ok very very mad and chased everyone out of the house with a shotgun as we all started to walk to our cars he proceded to fire it in the air to speed up the leaving process, another party I went to was actually the first party I went to where I told my persistent friends that my mom told me that I couldn’t go thinking that that was surely going to get me off the hook, well I was wrong after I said that my mom then walked across the yard and they asked her if I could go and she then said sure

WHAT IF…….
air was water
Sky was green
My dog when I was a kid really didn’t run away
I started to play guitar instead of drums
Mom played drums
Dad was a she
My car worked
All the cats in the world died
Sharks were friendly
Clouds weren’t real
My computer was sentient
My toilet was sentient
I earned my degree
Dogs could fly
Rats hunted cats
Chickens could breathe under water
All electronics died at once
Dinosaurs were here now
An ice age started tomorrow
All electronics died at once
An ice age started tomorrow


All electronics died at once

If all the electronics died at once then I wouldn’t be typing this right now we probably would be thrown into some anarchic apocalypse, where everyone would be looting, killing and pillaging the towns away and I know you are thinking that there was a time when we didn’t have any electronics and we managed just fine back in the day, but the world has gotten so dependent on electronics that the sudden loss of it all would cause panic and turmoil among the masses and with no way other than mail for communication, other than the obvious speech, word wouldn’t get out to ease the peoples minds of a better tomorrow, so for many people, this would be the apocalypse, and what better way to go down than to go down with a whole bunch of possessions and with a bang.  This whole thing would take forever to recover from.  Im talking decades to get over.  You see back in the day when there was no electronics, there was murder and thievery but no real easy ways to convict other people other than word and the lucky person there to spot the crime, so if someone was killed and there was no one there to witness the crime no one got convicted and the killer ran free.  Now days, there are way more people in the world, almost more so than there is land to go around, unlike back in the day, so you better believe that there would be lots of killings for plots and possessions.  So I greatly hope that this never happens.  I guess that even if it did happen, there would eventually be someone to get the power back up and repair all of the electronics or to start over, I mean with all of the knowledge gained over the years of electricity and power distribution, they would be able to usher in a new golden age of electronics again.  Hopefully they could go past where we are now and build a time machine allowing them to go back to the point where the world went dark and stop it from ever happening.  I do think that this would be a much better way for everything to go than my other choice for a writing topic though.  An ice age would suck way more than all electronics going dark that’s for sure.

What if the soviet union never fell
If the soviet union never fell and they had enough money to keep up their endeavors they would be the ones with laser weapons and big huge space ships in the sky that could wreak havoc on the world with the push of a button.  They would take over huge continents and countries and make everyone bend to their will.  They would take over taco Tuesdays and push it back to Wednesdays and instead of tacos they would serve uncooked and slimy spinach from a can and it will be known as slimey spinach Wednesdays.  They would have us rehearse robin hood men in tights every Thursday, but instead of the story where robin beats the prince the prince wins out and the merry men get imprisoned for life.  All wal-marts would be spelt backwards as stramlaw.  They would replace all modern tools with hammers and sicles, for instance, in writing class you used a hammer and chisel and in wood shop instead of belt sanders and chisels you would use a sicle.  Jobs are so scarce in this world I mean just horribly scarce.  All tv shows change to the soviet geographic channel!

Harolds revision plan.

Most of the feedback that I had was mostly positive.  They said that it was very descriptive, that it was suspenseful, that they liked certain passages, and that I was a good story teller, which made me warm and fuzzy in the inside.  However there were a few suggestions for what to do with my essay/story to make it better.  One of them, which is one that I kind of known because of the “to be continued” that I had at the end, is that they wanted to know the ending.  They wanted to know “who Harold was” and “where were they” and what was happening, but this all was to be explained if we was to extend the writing.  I guess one of the things that I might do if there was a revision is continue the story, then revise the completed product, before doing the thing that Mrs. A suggested, which was, get rid of all of the “was” words and try to rewrite the sentences to describe what was happening more.  I mean she didn’t say that I wasn’t descriptive enough, but using the words was and other words of the like a lot, is kind of like taking the easy way out.  If I was to continue the story, a majority of the comments about finding out who Harold is, who the beings that are chasing them are, what the lights are, why they are in the jungle, why they went to a black void, would all be explained fairly quickly, of course Harold’s explanation would come in the form of snippets here and there until the full reveal towards the end and the beings that are chasing them would have come after the void.  The reason why they are there, however would have come towards the end of the story, but I won’t spoil it for you if we do continue the writing.  I love going over the comments, a lot of “it felt like I was there” comments really make you feel warm inside.  I also liked the comment that said “that it was a little strange but interesting and funny”.  Some might take the word “strange” as a little harsh, but it was what I was going for, so this comment to me was what I was looking for.  Just reading back on what I wrote, I found that I would want to describe the “jungle run a little more and place “Michael and Harold’s” reactions and what was going on with Michael internally during the run, because to me it seems a little dead there.  The run was great, but the descriptions and the feeling isn’t there.  I might even at the beginning of the story talk a little more about Michael in Ireland, because it does kind of throw you into another land without much back story, or I might do this in the form of a flashback and introduce more characters.  I just want to liven the backstory a little.  Also a little did you know, the title of the story and the name of the character Harold came to me while listening to a Primus song, but the actual title of the story won’t be called this nor does the story follow anything in the song but I thought for a little humor I would place this there and see if anyone picks it up.

The story of Harold....well first half anyway

Michael Wilson and the land that should have been
One day in a place called Ireland, a person named Michael thought of going on an adventure into the Ireland countryside.  He woke up groggy and totally unrefreshed, but the smells of fresh air and grasses, helped him realize that it was time to seize the day.  So he bounced up out of his soft silk hotel bed, and landed on the hard carpet floor.  This wasn’t the first time that he had over corrected a wake up.  The hard floor was pressed against his face and it made him just remember how good the bed felt.  Of course he didn’t stay there long, for the scratchiness of the floor was painful on the face.
He gotten dressed quickly.  The attire that he had chosen just screamed that he was a foreigner.  For one it looked like he had dressed to go to Alaska.  The near parka attire was sure to catch an eye or two and when he looked in the mirror he had realized this.  So back to the drawing board he said to himself, and off he went to loot the dressers for all they were worth.  It took him a few tries to find the right fit for this day, but then he found the one.  Blue jeans, tennis shoes, short sleeve iron maiden shirt, and a tropical style over shirt T, was never a bad choice he thought.
Heading out of the hotel, he was stopped by the receptionist.  Now that I think of it, it was more like greeted but it did put a halt in his prance out.  The receptionist just told him that if he would like, they were having breakfast in the atrium.  As he slowed his walk, he replied “no thank you” and “have a good one”, then off he went through the door.  He was over joyed with himself that he had gotten a hotel that was on the outskirts of town, more of one of those realization kind of things.  You see to him it’s the little things that get him excited, and leave him happy with the day.  Anyway off he went through the countryside, walking the dirt roads, listening to the sheep baa, when he could hear it.  The sounds of crashing water against rock.
He went to the ocean side.  Gulls could be heard overhead, the sound of waves crashing against the water top and the shore could be heard over and over, and the sound of an engine that he just now started to notice and slowly started to turn his head in amazement.  He lunged out of the way, or at least that’s what he thought as it was an act of pure instinct, for he couldn’t have had time to actually see a full car just a blur of red tint out of the corner of his eye was enough to dodge toward the Cliffside.
Michael regained consciousness, but didn’t open his eyes right away.  He did smell a rather peculiar smell for this type of region though.  It was no longer a smell of salty air from the ocean or fresh clean grass from the countryside, but a thick, kind of sweet smell.  He slowly opened his eyes to find, at his amazement, he was no longer on the beach side.  He found himself in the middle of a dense jungle.  How could I have gotten here he thought to himself, and without warning a voice responded with “I don’t know figure it out”.  Now he was used to talking to himself in his mind, but it was more of listing things to himself, not mindlessly responding as if possessed by another person.
Michael talked out loud this time, “who are you” he said.  “I’m you dummy”, the voice replied.  Michael didn’t try to challenge the voice, for he didn’t believe him entirely.  He kind of felt this connection to the voice but still he kept it distant for now.  In his mind a name appeared.  Harold is his name and pleasure is his game.  Michael looked puzzled.  Harold responded, “sounds cool doesn’t it, I made it up myself”.  Michael tried to ignore Harold, for sane people don’t talk to their selves and people who answer themselves and want to rip the beings hair out that they had in their mind, kind of threw a red flag for crazy, and Michael sure wasn’t crazy.
Michael decided that this was enough chatter with Harold and got up off of the damp mossy ground.  A weird fog was starting to roll in from all sides.  This fog engulfed Michael.  At first the fog made Michael uneasy, because of how fast it rolled in, but at the same time it made him very relaxed of the moist smell in the air.  There was a peculiar feel about the fog, almost a sort of comforting feel.  It’s kind of like the feeling you get when you pull the blanket over yourself at night to go to bed and get that warm comforting feeling, minus the massive heat of course.  “Move” said Harold in a panic, “They are nearly upon us, and you don’t want to know what will happen when they catch us”, but Michael is still ignoring Harold at this point.  Just then a faint constant medium pitch whistle can be heard, slowly intensifying.  A small light in the distance starts toward Michael.  This light was about the size of a dime, no bigger.  Michael stared at the light in curiosity, for he never seen anything like it.  It had a bluish hue and floated effortlessly, not zipping or moving franticly but slowly and steadily approaching until it just stopped  about 10 feet away from him.  Harold berated Michael, cussed him and tried to get Michael to run, but it was no use, curiosity got the better of him and Michael rarely listens to himself.
Just then more lights started to roll in out of the fog.  One by one lights started popping up in front of Michael.  He tries to go forward but his legs will not let him, almost as if even his body knows better.  He finally overrides his body and takes a step forward, but right as that foot touches the ground the first light “ignites”.  No longer a blue ball of light at the head of 50, it is now a red flaming orb and one by one they all turn.  The step Michael took is quickly withdrawn, and just before he turned around the flaming orb hurled at him.  Michael ducked real quick and it hit the tree behind him, instantly igniting it.  “I tried to tell you dummy” Harold said in an “I told you so” kind of voice.
Michael bolted through the fog, orbs were appearing left and right and as soon as they appear they go hurling toward them.  Not all of the orbs that were coming after them were red like the first.  Some turned purple and had a crackling sound as they hit the environment.  Bolts of white light could be seen from the areas that these hit but no real physical damage could be seen to the areas of impact.
Michael dodged left and right through the dense trees.  He jumped over and slid under many, the best he could through the dense fog, but it was no use.  He came to a dead end at a cliff wall.  As soon as he stopped he felt many dart like things pierce his back.  He arched backward and as soon as he did pulses of electricity and white light filled the area around him.  The last thing he saw before he hit the ground and the white light cleared was an oblong figure walking towards him.  The area turned a hazy black then was dark.
“You should have listened to me.  Ooh you should have listened to me.” The voice said over and over.  He felt a hand slap his face and he awoke in a black abyss.  No light could be seen besides a slight aura around himself.  “How can you be so stupid?” said the voice “one bit of light and you’re in shock and awe.”  Michael didn’t know what to say so he sat there quietly.  “So what cat got your tongue?”  the voice taunted again, looking for some kind of response from Michael, but fear would provide none.  “LISTEN TO ME!” the voice exclaimed.  Just then Michael was smacked across the face again.  “What do you want from me?!” Michael asked in a sort of whiney tone.  “Ah finally some interaction.”

To be continued…

Fear sort of....

Fear
To be afraid on not to be that is the question fear is the ability to be afraid lol I cant believe that I am writing this right now hello my darling hello my baby hello by blushing gal this is awkward I cant believe that I actually spelt awkward right well fear is like watching scream and cowering behind a couch but not with popcorn because popcorn is very good even when you add butter, maybe even some salt or sugar if you are into that sort of thing but skydiving is cool too just remember to bring a parachute and not be the only person in the plane and now that I think about it fear is kinda that thing that you get when you are falling to the earth from skydiving I don’t like to drive cars they suck and this is getting very weird I would like a large glass of nice cool tea right now orphan tears man this 10 minutes is taking forever I think that this is going into my fear list not being able to type for 10 min I mean ill probably be chased down cooridoors by a killer keyboard and mouse until I end up crying in a corner for superman maybe the whole justice league ok I think I am about don e with the 10 min maybe lets talk about the scream parody called shreak well now that I think about it maybe not. Why did I just now place a period down and not anywhere else in this whole tossed together paper I mean there is no other punctuation in this whole thing except that comma that I just now noticed man I suck at grammar good thing im inside this class right now it could be worse I guess I could have started the 10 min doing nothing but I didn’t and that’s awesome ok now I think that after this class im gonna go to café 101 and treat myself and if they don’t have any soda I think that that would also be a good example of fear hoping that they have some but having it in the back of my mind or the fear that they may not have any or that I don’t have any money for any even though that I know that I do but I don’t see it on me right now so I can speculate that I have none until it is seen in my hand because who knows my 10 could have grown legs and ran off to find some 20 somwhere and now they are trying to reproduce a 50 I mean it could happen even though you might be thinking that a 10 + 20 does not equal 50 it is just that It would depend on how many times that they do it

killer keyboard and mouse until I end up crying in a corner for superman
please don’t come for me evil style mouse ahnd keyboard you have riddled yourself into my mind to the point that I kant type wright now lim hitting wrong key after wrong key and it is driving me insane w like some weird Scooby doo movie im riunning through door after door trying to ger away from you if only I could see my mistakes and coorect them right noew this is redicoulious wow I know that I spelt that workd wrong and that one too I suck at typing so badkly man I should have picked trhat 10 20 and 50 phrase that provbably would have been easier to write for oh superman lol what the lhell I cand stand this  weird typing messup thinkgy thant wow ok now tits getting to the poingt of random jargin what did I have to eat today nothing how about a pizza na good burger fofrom sonic will do some tea too sounds nice ok now back to the topic at hand the killer type writer enters the room person screams why are you e here he exclaims click click the person screamns again then he hits the enter key and it wa all done a swift the end was typed oh wiat I weas supposed to be talking about a keyboard and mouse ok so a keyboard a waks into a bar and asks the mouse why the long cord ok that was horrible well lets see here the key board chases the person down the street the mouse follows close behind until they come across a zoo to where all the elephants shreak in feer and run through their cage doors and sptampede through the town destroying mailboxes flowerpots and terrorizing citizens to the poihjnt that the national guard come in and are forced to put a swift enbd to the elephant menace which that day ended up turning into elephant days where they roast elephant and wear pibig costume s as big elephants and rehearase thriller in elephant costumes I mean it could happen man not seeing this crean and correctinf these mistakes is hurting so badly and I see the word looping and kill and editor and please don’t stip without the word please ok loop fear writing hiar bottle oh makrder h a workld where there are no markers




a workld where there are no markers

ok world where there are no markers is a world where I would not want to life in I mean if there wre no markerkeres I cant see this right now ok world where ther ore no makers is a colorless world that is stupidly gray and sad as hech I mean that if there were no markers there would be no makers mark budum psss ok but seriously if there were no markwers how would my car have color I mean look at it it is a sluggish piece of …….something that is really ad and not great at all…… but the red purple and green marker are nect to the eraser and the board has only a ferw thing wrote on the board not pmuch but a few and I see that the markers a having a epic battle royale the green one is taking the lead with an amazing cap therow the the red sneaks in behind with an amazing take down the there are making the hech out of eachother until the aeraser comes in and puts and end to it all just then the board falls to the ground with a horrendous body slam

chicken nuggets

Chicken nuggets
Man do I love chicken nuggets, the meaty texture, the succulent taste, the way they go so well with ketchup.  My favorite by far is Mcdonalds chicken nuggets.  Oh and that nicwe habenaro sauce that they have, oh its so good.  Tyson chicken is damn good and not bad priced but if im in a rush and don’t have much cash mcdonalds chicken nuggets is the way to go.  Ive went out to the grocery store and gotten one of those 5 for 25 deals at a place called porters grocery, in crane and it included chicken nuggets in it, that which was incredibly crappy.  It did come with a lot of chicken nuggets but all of which tasted rubbery and gross.  They even had a cheese filled kind, which was even worse.  They were so bad that they made you want to hurl to get it out.  The weird thing about them too is my kid wanted more of them, of course I put a stop to it but still.  This is my kids favorite food too.  She always asks for chicken nuggets when we go out.  The other 2 girls don’t like them as much as the little one does.  I truly wonder what they use to bread the chicken nuggets.  Epic mealtime did a fast food sushi with chicken nuggets once which actually looked kinda badass.  It was all mcdonalds food too.  There were also a lot of chicken nuggets wrapped in backon,  chicken nugget sushi roll with fries,  chicken nugget big mac mix.  Those creative people at epic mealtime.

10 things that you are passionate about

10 things that you are passionate about
1. Caving/camping
2. Creating/crafting
3. Work
4. Helping others
5. Making people laugh
6. Annoying my youngest daughter
7. Hiking
8. Gaming
9. Fixing things
10. Band

Choose 3
1. Band
2. Annoying my youngest daughter
3. Helping others


Choose 1 and free write

I don’t know why but some of my favorite moments, is annoying my youngest daughter.  There’s just something about the sound of “No daddy!!!” that makes you laugh in the inside.  One of the times that I annoy her is when we stop for school, and I asker are you ready and she goes yes, then I ask are you sure and she goes yes, then I go are you positive and of course she replies with yes, then I go on and on with are you positively positive and are you really sure, to the point that she snaps at me and yes “YES DADDY”.  Now I know I know its horrible, but I just cant help it.  Another time that I annoy her, is when we went trick or treating and she started to eat some of her candy, and I asker “Ryleigh, why are you eating my candy” and she would always reply, “ its not your candy its my candy” and I would act like she didn’t say anything and would say “I cant believe you are eating my candy”  then she would reply with “ its not your candy daddy its my candy” I would then say “ youre going to make me cry, eating my candy”.  Of course she gives me crap too, mostly with her mom, but it is one of the things that I am most passionate about.  I mean it’s a tough job but somebody has to do it.  Poor little person.  I even do that annoying thing about twisting the things that she says.

2nd passionate

The second thing that I am passionate about is playing in a band.  Now there is just something about conversing with a bunch of people and coordinating sounds to make a song, that I love.  I play drums in my band, and have dabbled in bass a little bit.  I love the beat.  Almost love the beat a little too much.  It affects my song choices horribly.  A lot of the time I don’t care about the lyrics of the song, as long as the singer has good tone and flows with the music.  It’s the drum section for me that tells me if it’s a good song or not, combined with good guitar of course.  The singer has always been that person that if you were slim down the band, hed be the first to go in my mind.  Well as far as the band im in goes anyway (because we don’t have one ).  Now there are 2 singers that stick out in my mind that I do like and that is Maynard James Kenan of Tool, A perfect circle, and Puscifer and Les Claypool of Primus.  Maynard is kind of the sweet but dark sound, while Les is the I don’t give a damn sound and les’ songs are very quirky, which makes me love them.  The bass though is what really shines in his songs though, even though there are some times that the drums just do an awesome thing.  Drums and bass go hand and hand though.  The guitar in Primus though isn’t bad, its just that it Is a lot more simple compared to the bass and drums.  Oh and yes les does both bass and vocals.  His style of music is more of a groovy feel

3rd passionate

Helping others is my third passionate.  Now this one is a little iffy of late, because it seems that the more that I help people, the more that I get fucked by them.  I still do it, which is why its still in my passionate list, but its dwindling down a little bit.  One of the sad things about me helping people is that I will go way out of my way to help the person, a lot of the time getting nothing in return and making stupid decisions about helping the person, for instance there was a person at OTC that I helped out.  His vehicle was broke down and he needed help to OReiley to get some part for his vehicle so he could get back on the road, well I gave him a ride, it was cold outside so I didn’t want him to have to walk.  Well when we get to OReiley, he says that he is waiting for a lady to get him the money so that he can get the parts to fix the vehicle, but he doesn’t think that she will be able to get it to him.  Well this should have thrown a red flag immediately, but what do I do?  Sure ill lend you the money to get your vehicle going, and I even let him borrow some tools.  I am stupid when it comes to people borrowing or needing help.  I blindly give and give and get screwed in return, but you may ask yourself, well if it sucks so much and you get screwed so much, why is it on your passionate list.  Well to that I say, when you get that one or two people every so often, that are grateful and you can see the expression on their face that shows you that they truly are, it kind of makes the wrongings of the previous few, a little small and almost un-noticeable.  I wish that I could be a little bit more cautious of my helping, but the little voice in the head seems to be shut off while im trying to help.  I really cannot stand it.