New start
So I have decided to continue writing. So that now whenever or wherever I am I can get out what I need to. I do not expect any followers or really anyone at all reading any of this. This is really just meant for me, myself, and I. 
Poem #30
Sweet sighs of relief are felt
The pain is through and dealt
Journey down the road isn’t paved.
Crossword- Final Project
Across
2. Bliss and unity; my fears involve disconnection.
6. Change and new beginnings are what I stand for.
7. Internal jumble of visions past repressed within me.
9. Simple and pure am I.
11. My shadow represents my tendency to be walked-on.
14. The Heroes Journey
15. Stage Three
Down
1. Inspiration and power are often held.
3. The pessimist among the rest.
4. I like to overcome the obstacles in the road.
5. A fine artist painting a stage.
8. Stage One
10. My fears involve deception and illusion and I am very skeptical.
12. Stage Two
13. Enjoy the ride for it may be your last.
14. To follow the path given is not in my nature... I like to figure out the nooks and crannies that we are from.
Blog #24
Blog # 24
I noticed how many people thus far had trouble getting into the first chapter of Middlesex. While it has taken me a while to get through it in the onset, I actually really started to get into the novel, and I believe that Jeffrey Eugenides presents the character basis extremely well.
I must admit that a few items confused me, such as who is chapter 11 and what the hell is going on. But thus far I have truly enjoyed the novel. I found it very interesting that the author decided to write about a mutated chromosome and its journey. Also I found that the presentation of this information is truly genius. While reading into the 2nd and 3rd pages I thought that I was confused about what I was reading, but the author presents his information in a unique and challenging manner that certainly requires upmost thought.
Thus far I enjoyed learning about the time before the conception perhaps the most and the relationship between Cal’s mother and father. The transitions and random facts make this book far more interesting and personable.
Poem #27
Poem # 27
I lift my pen
I place it down
I look at you, you’re not around
The pain of this is hard to bare
I know that you all just kind of stare
For the troubles I’ve seen
Are few between
Insecure I know you are
Fighting the person you have been far
A mask you wear
This mask is gold
Of silver too
For the price you wear is far beyond you
Though through the years the varnish fades
And all our past has turn to grays
Blog #23
Blog #23
Queer Theory
I wasn’t sure what to write as a blog entry so I chose Queer Theory as my topic as that is what is on my mind at the moment. When the question arose of the definition of Queer Theory, I wasn’t quite sure what to think. I had an idea that it was most likely about what is thought to be abnormal. As we had just looked a little bit about sex and gender I figured that it must have to do with stereotypes as well. After learning a bit about queer theory in class I identify this theory as an identification of something that could be considered out of daily societal norms.
Queer Theory in my opinion relates quite a bit to stereotypical labels in a sort of general manner. I believe that categorizing individuals sets them apart from the “norms” of a sort of imagined community, therefore putting them as abnormal or “queer” in relationship to themselves. Honestly I really dislike stereotypes and labels in general because I do not believe that ANYONE has the same definition of normal. Norms and practices vary entirely depending on the given individual.
In relation to my experiences I suppose people could label me as abnormal, or queer, or whatever for that matter because I am very sarcastic and have a dry sense of humor. To some people, this behavior comes out as awkward and outright rude… but I am not, I promise! In retrospect and as a little note it is very difficult to point out things you may do, or that the people you associate do, that can be considered “queer”.
Poem #26
Poem #26
You lost, Sell out
A battle fought, a win without
Traveling through the blaring lines
And after losing any sense of time
I know I won and I’m doing fine.
