LOINS!
~Eric, Immortal Instruments, City of Bones

Hey, I know that I haven't been on here in FOREVER, let alone post something, but I'd like to share a few ideas about the Odyssey. I recently began reading it for a humanities course that I'm taking, originally it was just to get the required credit out of the way but after the first day of class I knew that I was going to enjoy the class! Honestly it kinda reminded me of Mr. Nelson's Creative Writing class which brought me back to this blog.
Anyway, back to the Odyssey. For those of you who don't know, the Odyssey is a Greek story that follows what happened to a man named Odysseus after the Trojan War. Odysseus was actually the soldier who devised the plot of the wooden horse that won the Greeks the war. But the fatal flaw of this hero was that he professed to the gods that he, a man and mortal, had won the war and had not needed the help of the gods. As you can imagine this ticked off some of the gods, Poseidon in particular, and when you need to sail home, it's usually not a good idea to anger the god of the sea. The Odyssey is the story of his ten year return to his home land Ithaca.

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Ordinary World

Moments Not Yet Written
This is Howard J. Mackey. He is your basic high school kid. He wakes up early for school- misses breakfast half the time, funs out the door, worries about grades, friends, and the future. Nothing really to scream about. He has 3 sisters and one younger brother all whom on occasion bug the crap out of him. mackey plays a little soccer, is clueless when girls hit on him and writes in his journal every. He is very mature for his age, mostly due to the death of his mother and the small glance he got of the real world. But depsite his past troubbles he had a basic normal life- the life of a normal kid- untill tha tfateful May afternoon that changed his life. He found the journal- his journal- from 2 years in the future! As he reads over his life that will soon be he realizes that he is about to live a crucial point that the journal will not name. Only that it happened on August 18 2011. It would happen in 3 months...

How did this journal come to be?
What is the event?
How sill him knowing about it effect his future self?

Blurbs

Tear Drops on my Guitar- Taylor Swift
Taylor and Drew have always told each other everything, but when Drew develops a crush- all of the suddenly there is something that Taylor can't tell him. Something important that would change everything. Taylor can't tell him that she loves him; that every night he is the reason for he tear drops on her guitar.

The Saga Begins- Weird Al Yankovic
Obi Wan Kanobi was a on a venture with is mentor and friend Quigon Jin when they were left stranded on Tataween with a broken down ship and an uptight princess. When and his master went into town to find repairs they ran into the most remarkable boy, Anakin Skywalker. A slave boy with no father, no education, and no future to look forward to. Yet he was brilliant. What happens with Quigon takes interest in this unusual boy.

Just the Girl- Click 5

She ignores him. He follows her. She laughs at his face. He dreams of her laughter. She pushes him in the pool. He serenades her that night. Is he crazy? Yeah. A masochist? Probably. Is he persistent? Oh yeah! But he doesn't care. He continue to try and wear her down, because she is just the girl he’s been looking for, his perfect match. Too bad she doesn't see it…

Better than Me- Hinder

He left. He left her high and dry and the guilt is slowly eating away at him because he misses her more than he could ever say. But he knew that she deserved much better. She deserved more than his lies, his mistakes, the life he was doomed to live. But still he can’t help remember the memories that he doesn’t want to lose. The happy memories, the ones of her. Sadly she deserves better, he mourns, “better than me…”

I’m Just the Girl Next Door- Saving Jane

All my life I've been out-shinned, was never quite as good. She is beautiful, smart, talented and popular. I'm average, casual, quirky, and rough around the edges. The teachers love her, parents love her and i'm pretty sure my boyfriend wants to date her. I'll never have the happily ever after with her leading on all the princes! I'll always be the ordinary unexciting girl next door.

The story in a song

Two completely different songs that tell of life and not letting you pass it by with out those special moments that remind you what life is really all about.

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavinie:

1. Plot: Boy likes girl, girl blows off guy, guy finds cooler girl, original girl regrets choice.
2. Setting: The past, the present, high school, a concert.
3. Characters: Sk8ter boi, pretty girl, Avril.
4. Conflict: He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy, he wasn't good enough for her...
5. Theme: Don't let pride stand in the way of life. Don't let life pass you by, you'll miss out of a lot. Regret sucks.

Christmas Shoes by Bob Carlisle:

1. Plot: Boy tries to buy some shoes for his dying mother on Christmas eve
2. Setting: Christmas eve, a store check out line
3. Characters: the boy, man in line, cashier, Mama, the boys dad
4. Conflict: the boy doesn't have the money for the shoes, but hes wants "mama to look beautiful if mama meets Jesus tonight"
5. Theme: Be grateful for what you have. Be charitable. Have the Christmas spirit with you always.

Just saying, if "Christmas Shoes" doesn't make you feel something, you have no soul!

Jealousy

What am I jealous of? Maya Angelou. Why? Because of the passion. Because of the flow. Because she wrote what she did under the glare of prosecution.
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
She was a black women who wasn't scared to hide her opinion. She was a brash, bold, and powerful in her writing.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
She wrote poetry, but for a purpose. But not only was it incredible but poetic. Her flow is inspiring to me.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
So all in all, more than jealous, I'm inspired by her intensity.
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Still I Rise, my inspiration by Maya Angelou