Lasafare

the writing prompt was to write about a picture. what is behind the picture, who is the person in the picture,and stuff like that.

Lasafare
Traveling on our own dollar, but staying at family owned vacation spot. Getting up when we want, and going where we please. No classes, no working, no adult responsibilities, no one to impress.
Traveling has become a hobby with us two. We started small, road trips and day visits. Then the stakes grew. We took week long visits to Canada, and neighboring states. We would leave town with no plans only starting to make arrangement when we got closer to a destination. During the long stretches of time we talked about everything. There in not one subject that has not been discussed between us. Once and awhile there is fresh conversation with the strangers we meet, leading to new subjects to explore. These trips are getting redundant, there is only one way left to travel, a trip across the sea.
Who needs dating when you have a best friend that you share everything with? Guys only fulfill needs that Megan cannot achieve. When I met a Him that can replace Megan, then I will finally leave Megan, or she will leave me. Many have tried to replace my Friend, but they have all failed and I end where I started. We are both cold hearted and bitter, but we don’t see it in each other.
After this picture we left Canada, returning home and all the cares in life returning. The planning of school affairs waiting our return to be picked back up, the uniforms of a life of mature people waiting like dry dusty molds. Life that is planned out is like a creative writing project that leads you to a simple conclusion. Be free to a life of freedom.
That week Canada was burning. Hundreds of people were evacuated out of their homes and put into a high school gym. The worries we carried that week consisted of finding a good tanning location, the lighting for a picture, and mineral things like that. The mountains, behind Megan, are usually visible, not just the dusty shadow of the foothills. The mountains are green from the base until they reach the snowy peaks. The clear water of lake, that touch the foothills, reflects the sky and the towering peaks. That week Canada was burning.
Standing behind the camera is better than standing in front, so the lenses can capture all your imperfections. It takes talent to capture all the imperfections of this world. Megan is the student of masters who impart their knowledge onto her. This is the only thing that she brought with her from the out-side world. I brought nothing. The lighting from the sky is soft and makes the features of the world, seen from the lenses, softer. The cover in the sky makes this type of lighting possible.
My Future is unclear, but if there are kids their lives will follow my own philosophy. There is so must life has to offer. I have no real theory on the “Right Way” on how kids should be raised. As I parent I want to be able to give the right opportunities. Money would help with this development. Money comes with hard work and long hours, the hours spent away from my kids. If I am home then my husband is working longer hours and will never see the kids. There needs to be a freedom for change. Megan came up with that part.

Gangsta, Gangsta

this was a writing assignment for class. we had to pick a typical person and make them unique. i picked a gangster and made him concerned about eating and being healthy.

“Alfrado, where is my Chef’s Salad?” the Boss asked. We sat in a booth in the back of the restaurants. The room was brightly decorated and the sun came through a window brightening up table strewn with papers. I know ain’t a very organized person. We had been sitting here so long my legs were falling asleep.

“Sorry Boss,” I replied. “Mikie went to go get it. He’s in the Kitchen right now.” I sat across from him in the booth; we were going through recent paper work mostly bills and the budget. The restaurant was going to be opened in an hour and we still had the monthly pay roll to review and the new menu.

“You took care of the Hunts’ matter? Last time, Alfrado, I was very much disappointed with the way the job was executed.”

“Don’t worry, Luke, has been disposed of,” I reassured. “He will no longer mess up your directions”

Yelling came out of the kitchen behind the bar. Angela, Boss’ girlfriend can out of the Kitchen carrying a salad. I’m telling yea, she’s no super-model and her hair is so straight that it wound not hold a curl, but she was the brains behind the operation. We don’t tell anyone that outside our gang, they don’t need to know. Angela always had a list of things she wanted, and Boss would do everything in his power to get it for her. They were a couple that had brains, they’re smart and nobody crossed them. On top of running a very fine family establishment, in their bumming around time together they would discussed business and management skills, like two girls teenage girls discussed clothes and brand names. Man, they were respected by all their men and the other gangs in this city. When a feud was started they were the ones that were called to be the witnesses, no one else was trusted.

Angela moved her way through the maze of table and sat next to me in the booth. She set her bowl on the stack of signed papers.

“Is that my Chef’s salad?” asked Boss

“No, it’s my Cesar salad.” She took the paper that was passing over to Boss, and started to read it over.

“Yuck, Angie, Why do you eat that stuff? Don’t you know it’s all fat and empty calories? Is it at least fat free?” Angela rolled her eyes and ignoring bosses inquires, and continued to eat her salad. “What’s taking my salad so long?”

“I took your salad and put Cesar dressing on it,” Angela informed the Boss without looking up from the paper work. “So they had to start all over again.”

“Boss,” I jumped in. “I got those new menus for you to ‘approve’. They got the new indicators next to the whole wheat, and reduced fat meals. I also need your signature for the orders on the ammo we ordered from the Alberti family last week.”

“Ah, Bravo, Alfrado,” said Angela. She took the paper that need the Bosses signature and read it over. “The Alberti family can be a very picky on their prices. Boss, sign this we wont get another deal like this from them.

Mikie finally came out of the kitchen with the Boss’ salad in one hand and busting off his black leather jacket with the other.

“Is that cigarette smoke I smell?” asked Boss when Mikie put the salad down in front of him. “That nasty habit is going to kill you some day.” Boss didn’t smoke himself, but he made everyone else feel bad for doing it. “It controls your life. You couldn’t wait five minutes to watch my salad being made. You had to step outside, and while you were gone Angie took the salad. I worry about you Mikie and this nasty addiction you got with those cigarettes.” Boy could he lay down the guilt. “Me and Angie here, we work out twice a day, isn’t that right babe? Every morning we light weights, and in the evening we talk strolls through the park. We drink ton of water in between.”

“Sorry Boss,” Mikie replied. “I try to be healthier, me and my girl, we use to be active. I ran that half Marathon 2 years ago, but since the baby, we got no energy. We are a wake half the night. Without these smokes my nerves would be so tense that I would be useless to you.”

“Are you telling me you’ve been smoking around a baby? Just don’t let me smell yea like smoke while you’re working, or I will put you on security duty again,” Boss threatened.

“No sir, Yes sir, it won’t happen again sir.”

“Alfrado,” Angela said turning back to me. “This Menu is good. Have them replace the old ones by tomorrow night, and tell the waiters and the Hostess about the new changes. Also get the finalizations on the deal with the Alberti’s to me by tonight.

TA Meeting

i had my first TA Meeting today. for one of my English class we have to give our TA a piece we are working on and then he gives us feed back on it.
i have been working on the story about foster kids.
They day i was suppose to give it to him i totally forgot, so i handed him what i had. unfortunately, it was not previewed by me yet, so there were a lot of mechanical errors- i also put my writing on this blog in the same fashion.
other than that he really liked my work! he said i captured the feeling, and he liked the jumping around, but i would need to work on helping the reader understand were they where in time.
Why am i telling you this? because i am going to be editing the old posts, the same time i am editing the story, so i might have the same subject matter up twice, but one will just be the edited version.
hope you are all like my writing. this is the first time i am actually writing stories, so please be judgmental (but not idiots)

The Party of Three

here is my latest work...
“Well this is as good as it gets.”
He wouldn’t have asked you out if he thought you could look any better. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t expect for you to open the door and see a super model
“6:58, I need to hurry, he will be here soon.”
You have everything you need. Make up, check, teeth are brushed, check, hair looks good, check, lip gloss in pocket and phone, check, check.
“7:01, he is not coming. Dang it, what if I understood him wrong.”
If he is not here by 7:10 then he doesn’t get another chance. SHOES! What ones, umm, tennis shoes there might be a lot of standing and walking.
“Was that him?”
Don’t rush to the door! Ok Jacket is on the couch, open door then get the jacket. Don’t want to seem too eager to leave.
“Hello”
“Hi, are you ready?”
“Yea let me just get my coat.”He looks so nice. Forgot perfume “I forgot something, can you hold on for a minute?”
I think I need to change my shoes. He is not wearing white tennis shoes. Let’s go with the brown Lola’s. Would it be ok to wear high heels with jeans?
“Ok, I am ready. Thank you for waiting.”
I don’t think he will notice the shoe change, guys never notice the shoes. Hopefully he will notice the perfume.
“So, how do you feel about Italian?”
“I love Italian”
Awkward silence, I hate when this happens. Quick, what are some things we can talk about? Crap, I can’t be drawing a blank. What did we talk about in class today? I could bring that up, it was interesting.
“So how was your day?”
“Oh, it was good. Same old stuff.”
“What did you do in class today?”
“Um, English stuff, 218, its creative writing.”
“Do you like to write?”
“Yea, a little bit.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“Usually short story stuff, nothing long.”
“That’s cool; I wish I had more time to read.”
This could be going some were
“What was the last book you read?”
“The Book of Mormon, while I was on my mission.”
“Oh, err, what book before that?”
“Honestly I think the last book I read was my freshman year of high school.”
Bummer, well book are out.
“What type of stuff do you like to reading?”
“Mostly classics. Once you get past the slow moving plots they can be really good.”
“That’s probably why they are classics.”
Was that supposed to be a joke? Laugh anyways.
“Yea, ha-ha, I like stuff with little dialog. It makes it easier to skim read.”
Wow, this place looks nice. I hope he is not paying too much for this. I think I over did it on the perfume, I am starting to feel sick. Breath slowly, the fresh air will help. Where is the door latch!
“Um, I think I am stuck.”
“What?”
“I can’t find the door handle.”
“Oh, let me unlock it for you and its right here.”
Oh wow, that’s close and he smells Amazing!
“He he, thanks” ugh, what do I do with my hands in the pockets, at my side? Why did I wear this jacket, the pockets are so small. Man it’s warm in here, good I get to take this jacket off, I can’t believe I wore it. Booth seats, I have to slide. I’m glad I wore jeans. The waitress looks way cute. I hate her. Look at this menu, so any choices. This silence has been way too long. Books didn’t work, umm.
“The painting over there looks really cool.”
“What one?”
“The landscape behind the counter”
“Oh, yea that is interesting.”
“I like how the artist took the Italian landscape and by using different colors, made it more abstract like the red in the ground, the purple water, and the orange sky.”
“Yea it’s nice. The artist did a good job at, um; the relist place and making it look like um, making it unreal.”
Did he just say what I just said, ok then, art is out. I need to think of more relatable subjects. What do guys like; um... oh the chicken looks good. Ugh, it has mushrooms. Sports! What teams did he say he liked?
“So the Lakers lost last night.”
“Ah, I know, it was so close. They were a head until the last 5 minutes.”
I am so glad I saw in the news paper this morning.
“Who are they playing next?”
“The Bulls, it’s a home game.”
“How do you think they will do?”
“Well, considering…”
I have no idea what he is talking about. Just smile and nod, smile and nod. The shrimp looks way over priced. The sampler doesn’t look appetizing. Ugh, there’s that waitress again.
“I will have the Lasagna.”
Rude totally ignore me, “Yea, I will have the Chicken Caesar Salad.” That’s typical get the salad. Well at least there’s some kind of salad in it. Maybe I should have gone with something bigger, nah the salad is fine. If I would have gotten anything else I would eat a bite and be done. Why are forks so interesting? I wonder who invented it.
“Have you ever looked at a fork and wondered you came up with it the idea?”
I guess anything is better than silence. “Yea I was just thinking that.” Aww brilliant keep it going. “Did they start with a stick and then to add more points.”
Ok this is good it’s going somewhere. Ok. This is good. It’s going somewhere. I can keep this up for the rest of the night. I am fully prepared with useless information. Thank you, double Art History major. Just don’t say anything stupid or weird. Keep that until the second date.
“Thank you for going out with me tonight.”
~
Thank you for asking me. “Thank you, I had fun. I am sorry about spilling the paint on your lap.” I can’t believe that happened. At least I covered well. You will be lucky if he asked for a second date. But he did say thank you, but he could also be saying that to be polite. The Awkward door scene, no!
“Well this is my door.”
“Yep.”
“Um. Well goodnight”
I love the way he smells, he can hold me forever, if he smells like this. Cool it Romeo it was only the first date.
“Goodnight.”
First date success, next step marriage, ha-ha. O crap homework. What time is it?
“10:30 I have time.”
English, creative writing. Writing Prompt. Shoot I am going to be up all night. Next time this comes first, before social life. I can see it now 30 years old single and childless. If that’s the price it costs.
What to write about. Step one: pen to paper. Step two: write. His eyes were so big! That’s not following the prompt. Critical voice inside my head? Do I have one of those? Nope, totally black up here, at least I have looks.
I don’t know why I was so nerves. He is good guy and I enjoy his company and I can tell he thinks I am cute, by the fact that he told me so. Then I dumped the finger paint on him. No wonder your writing is struggling, you get distracted by a pair of eyes and by a smell that over powers you.

Bollywood!

Sorry I have not been posting anything recently. I have been really busy with school, and on top of all of that Megan and I decided it was time to get cultured and watch more Bollywood movies.

How all of this started you might ask, well a little movie call Ghaijni (I can’t pronounce the title). Its 3 hours long and it’s about a guy who has a 15 min. memory lost, and he is trying to get revenge on the guy who killed his girlfriend. It’s very intense and cute, if it had a category I would put it under, chick-flick, action, horror, foreign film, and mystery. It pretty much fills all your movies needs.

After showing my roommates this movie they thought I was crazy, the music was good, but it wasn’t until the next day that they told me that they really liked it. When my friend Alex heard that we like the movie he told us we needed to be more cultured in the Bollywood Theater. So, now we are back at the beginning, this week in my apartment is Bollywood week. We plan on watching Bollywood movies all week!

poem... that was created by a few random lines

this poem sound depressing... but its what came out

Fire

I cannot fight
My enemy I cannot see
Big, looming, out there

A friend killed
I’ve seen the worse
Tears, fear, I can be strong

I have done wrong
So many lives
Mine so small

The enemy is me
Grief, pain, life
I would choose the same again

The struggle to win
A life stooped
All ashes and dust

Taylor freakin' suzan LEE

Would I sell my sister?

When I was 8 and she was 2
I would make the bargain,
For a penny or two.

You stole everyones heart,
And left me the ponies and dolls.
Now we are older,
Still 8 and 2.

Across all the oceans,
I would go
To beat the guy,
And break his nose.

I would laugh and You would cry.
Until sleep drifted like a lullaby

My little sister
I would not sell
A penny would never do.
You are worth more then a penny or two.