Friday, March 20, 2009. In One Hundred Years Of Solitude, the main family obviously shares the last name of Buendia. Does it seem to anyone else that the name could represent something? Sunday, February 22, 2009. Do I Dare Disturb the Universe? Let us go then, with reluctant haste,. When the morning is cinereal and chaste.

My ideas are the clouds, soaring in the sky. I watch helplessly as they dance across my view. I search for a ladder, but there is no ladder sufficient enough to climb the skies. When I have reached the desired intellectual altitude the cloud has passed leaving nothing but blue sky in it place. Hold fast! There is another creeping the horizon, I shall stay a bit longer and pray that today it will not rain.

Friday, February 20, 2009. It was spilling over me. Blade of light that it was spilling over me. With every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a piece of broken glass, my jaws tightened. Thursday, February 19, 2009. Had a strange relationship with his dog. When the dog ran away, Salamano.

Sunday, August 2, 2009. I realize that probably no one will read this, with maybe the exception of Marc considering he is still blogging himself. Although it is nice to have it, just to vent sometimes or to catch up on some random stuff that has happened to my beloved 5th period classmates. So this is it, everyone, this is the last post, or at least for a great while. Tuesday, May 26, 2009.

Thursday, January 22, 2009. The Ending That Makes You Want More. Reading the ending of Lord of the Flies made me understand where she was coming from. I think that I might try to do the same when I get older, because I will be older and more experience, and I could see myself feeling that same appreciation that I felt reading the end of Lord of the Flies, and that she felt reading her old high school books.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008. Poetry leaves thoughts to the. The colors, the motion and the positioning. Are up to the reader. Also, like in a painting, the reader interprets the meaning and message. Thursday, December 4, 2008. Thursday, November 27, 2008.

When I am silent I am listening, not abandoning. Saturday, January 10, 2009. Today has just made me want summer to come sooner. I am sick of grey skies and bad roads. I miss the beautiful summer skies and backpacking around First Roach Pond. Last summer, I worked 35-40 hours per week. I have no idea what I was thinking.