wow. Chicago is an amazing city. My first time there and I was only in a small section. I so want to live there!
I have found my college reading list. 100ish books. 1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien 3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte 4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling 5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee 6 The Bible 7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte 8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell 9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman 10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens 11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott 12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy 13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller 14 Complete Works of Shakespeare 15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier 16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien 17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk 18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger 19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger 20 Middlemarch - George Eliot 21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell 22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald 24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy 25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams 27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky 28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck 29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll 30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame 31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy 32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens 33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis 34 Emma -Jane Austen 35 Persuasion - Jane Austen 36 The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe - CS Lewis 37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini 38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres 39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden 40 Winnie the Pooh - A.A. Milne 41 Animal Farm - George Orwell 42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown 43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez 44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving 45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins 46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery 47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy 48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood 49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding 50 Atonement - Ian McEwan 51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel 52 Dune - Frank Herbert 53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons 54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen 55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth 56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon 57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens 58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley 59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon 60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez 61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck 62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov 63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt 64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold 65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas 66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac 67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy 68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding 69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie 70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville 71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens 72 Dracula - Bram Stoker 73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett 74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson 75 Ulysses - James Joyce 76 The Inferno - Dante 77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome 78 Germinal - Emile Zola 79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray 80 Possession - AS Byatt 81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens 82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell 83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker 84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro 85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert 86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry 87 Charlotte’s Web - E.B. White 88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom 89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton 91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad 92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery 93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks 94 Watership Down - Richard Adams 95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole 96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute 97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas 98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare 99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl 100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
so i went to the bookstore today. i found one of my all time favorite books ever. i had been hemming and hawing between many books but when i found it i just knew i had to buy it. It makes me question alot of stuff ive never even thought bout before. and then of course i must answer each question lol. Its an amazing book. truly.
I hate that stupid effin car! nothin but trouble! first i crash it (kinda. wasn't bad) then it tries to die on me. luckily im stupid and somehow left the dome light on and spent 20 minutes trying to turn it off. we popped the hood and smoke started pouring out. barely made it home. and only then coz my friend's dad is too awesome for words. im finding myself parked in his driveway with a messed up car more and more often. good thing he doesn't care. anyways. stupid car. and now u are parked in my driveway where i have to look at you all the time. yes ur old. but that is no excuse to just start dieing. i did nothing to u! (except the mirror. that was me :]) gahrrrrr! *throws hand in the air* stupid car.
This poem I wrote in response to this quote: “If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.” Lewis Carroll It was, once again, for school. Any road to wander, is the best to choose, if there is no end in sight. You can’t go wrong. There isn’t a correct way. The road continues on, with or without you. Stop anywhere along the way, and it could be the end set in stone. The end of a journey. Choose a road, to a place unknown, and travel along its length. Take breaks, enjoy the scenery, as it flashes by. A winding road, or a straight one, either will take you where you are going. If you don’t know your destination, then how can this spot not be the place?
This was the final poem I wrote in my class. It is a collection of haiku. The random pickle poem in the middle was caused by my friend lol. He forced me. Snow melts away slow Leaving behind frosted land Green replaces white. Fuzzy buds sprout out Trees take their shape for the year Days grow longer now. Pickles are growing To warmth and heat, here I come Cool rain quenches thirst. The end of the year Leaves blow away from the trees Fresh frost on the ground. Cycle starts anew Cold replaces heat and warmth Ice on every path.
This is just another poem I wrote in class. Dropped off by my mom, In a place I didn’t want to be. The sun going down slowly, On this bleak afternoon. The door to my right, Pulled open wide. A man dressed in work clothes, Trudged his way out. My father stood before me, A beer in one hand All he said was, “lets get going.” Then he walked right by. The wood splitting contraption, Was near the willow tree. The chainsaw was next to it, In case it was need again. The yelling began, As I knew it would He called me names, Just like every other time. I tried to get away, To run from his mean words, But his can flew towards me, To stop me, but he missed. I said I was done, And I walked away. I would never forget, How he treated me that day.
I took a poetry class at my school last year. We wrote a lot of poems in class and I enjoy writing poetry still. Here is a poem I wrote for an assignment. Frozen Fun Morning ice And crisp white snow. Two sticks, Buried beneath the surface, Used to further the fun. Batting a clod of dirt, Across the uneven ice field, We played until our toes Were frozen with cold. The score didn’t matter. When the day grew dark, We scurried toward the warm house, Leaving behind The lonely frozen pond. My word processor capitalizes every line so it's kinda hard to fix lol.
Tonight my friend asked me for a bedtime story. We were texting so I typed it as I thought of it. I'm kinda sorta proud of it but its not that great of a story lol. Fred the villager once saw a dragon. He was a macho man and decided to hunt the dragon down. He took bows and arrows and swords and even a small munchkin pack boy. He tracked the dragon by the massive piles of steaming poo littering the ground. They led straight to the cave where the dragon lived. Fred gathered his things and entered the cave. It was filled with many beautiful things. Rubies and diamonds and treasures sat in piles gleaming and glowing. Fred chuckled to himself at the thought of the wealth he would command when he slaughtered the dragon. He told the pack munchkin to gather riches while he killed the dragon. He made his way through the piles of treasure deeper and deeper into the cave. The light of the dying day faded the farther into the cave he traveled. At last he reached the end of the last chamber inside the cave. The dragon was not there! He swore he had seen it enter before him. He turned around to check the way he had come to see if he had missed any nooks that the dragon could hide in. On his way back, Fred heard a mighty roar, followed by a shrill scream. Quiet pleading and growly vocal tones ensued and he continued walking toward the opening of the cave. He peeked around the last corner and saw his munchkin and the dragon conversing! The dragon was gorgeous. Her bright purple body accentuated with blue iridescent spine spikes lit up the cave, by far outshining the piles of treasure at her feet. The fading light outside was more than enough for Fred to notch an arrow in his bow and take aim for her throat. Her mouth opened in a laugh and Fred readied himself for the arrow to fly. The munchkin turned and saw him a moment before he loosed his arrow. Fred locked eyes with the small boy-man and tried to convey a sense of “be quiet.” He loosed his arrow at the dragon’s throat. At the last second, the munchkin leapt into the air and took the arrow to his heart. The dragon screamed her anger at the loss of her new friend and attacked Fred. He ran as fast as he could down the cave, dodging piles of glittering treasure. He rounded the last bend in the path and entered the last chamber. He was trapped. He pulled out his sword and turned around. He saw the dragon looming around the bend and readied himself. The dragon breathed a steady stream of scalding fire into the chamber. Fred shielded himself as best he could but was still slightly fried. He crinkled and crackled as he moved to stand up. He saw his reflection in a larger diamond and noticed he looked slightly lobster-ish. He chucked his sword at the dragon, knowing it was his last chance for life. The dragon deflected it with her scales right back at him. The sword flew straight through his chest and into the wall, lodging him there. The dragon lumbered back out and met up with her secret lover in the next cave over. She laid an egg or two and within a few days, her cave was ready to be lived in again. She moved her egg out of her lover’s cave and into her own to hatch it. She raised her young dragon to be vigilant of men and women, but to make friends with munchkins. They lived happily ever after…sorta.