entry 28

Is reading fiction a waste of time? Why or why not? Explain your answer using specific reasons and examples to support your position.

As young adults we need to read fiction. At really young ages, we need to build up our creativity. Now a days, you see toys that take away from the child's imagination. Our creativity is something that no mater what we will be doing in life, is something that we all need.

You have the Fine Arts, that rely on creativity, and reading these types of books while we are in elementary school. Reading books like that help us paint pictures of far away galaxies. Our imaginations can only do so much without a push. We all can't be a Picasso, and thats why we need fictional books.

And music, something that can express any human emotion. Although non-ficiton can portray human emotion just as well as any fictional book, take a look at this. How can you capture the feeling of being held hostage by rouge aliens on some strange planet with sun belt instead a fire ball of gas.

entry 27

You ask if people are discriminated by their accents or languages. That is a very stupid question. Of course people are discriminated by it. You are an idiot if you think other wise. Take the U.S. for example, we have a butt ton of different cultures and all that jazz, but when you think about it, we discriminate everyone who doesn't speak English. The Mexican immigrants are discriminated because they cannot speak our language. The same goes for every other culture. The Japanese immigrants who can't speak our language are treated the same way. If we were to go to an African culture that speaks the click language, we ourselves would be discriminated because we can't speak the home land language.

Now onto the accents. Back to the U.S., those who live in the middle of the country don't tend to have a definite accent, but if you travel south, you find people who use English slang such as 'warsh' or 'not no how'. We discriminate these people as not smart and idiots.

In the cities like Chicago, we tend to base their accents with rough people or criminals. A lot of this deals with the history of the places that you go though. Like the Great Depression affected some southern families and they weren't able to teach their young, and the mafia affected Chicago.

We as humans are judgmental and it's sickening, but my reasons for that don't comply to our subject and I don't feel like ranting about my views on our failing race.

entry 25, feb 8th

This is an excerpt from my story Warmness on the soul

The whole way there she was blabbing about how stuff works. What I will be doing. This and that. The only thing I had gotten out of it was a headache.

When we reached that dreaded motel, I ditched my car and bolted for my room. I wanted away from that crazy lady. I shut the door and locked it. I even put a chair against the door handle. I didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. It was all hell.

I plopped down on my bed and clung to my sides. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now. I really haven’t eaten in a while. I didn’t plan on going back out their either. Not with her out there. Waiting for me like a lion stalks its pray. I could wait a few more hours till the sun had set to go out and find a fast food joint or something. I had about fifty dollars with me and I know no matter how long I make it last, it’ll never be enough to support me for all my needs.

I began to wonder why she was all obsessed with me. It was so weird, it didn’t make sense at all. I’m clearly the opposite of her. She likes to talk obviously and I’m the sit in the corner type.

I crawled out of bed and searched my bag for something to eat. I really didn’t want to risk going back out side. Not with her there out there. I know she’s watching my door handle. The moment I twist the damn thing she’s going to be there.

I sighed at my failed attempt. I looked out the window debating on if I could make it or not.

I slowly opened the door and crept out onto the door mat. I looked both ways and talked to my car. I made it and was able to drive off with out alerting anyone. I half expect sirens to go off when I drove out of the drive way. Isn’t that just sad?

I made my way to a fast food joint. I just needed something to get me through the night until I went back to hell in the morning. I had thought that this job would’ve been a good idea. I was wrong. I was so so so terribly wrong.

I pulled away and made my way back to the motel. I was doing way to much driving. That’s all it seems that I am doing but what do you expect? I’m nearly homeless, I’m being stalked, and I’m board out of my mind.