The center, the middlemost point inside a sphere, equidistant from each space on the surface, halfway point for every diameter, starting point for every radius:
rewrite #3 because it all almost comes together.
Source: thrashabelClassy
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i present to you the present
rewrite #2 because it’s a list of words. hooray!
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3 weeks ago
Grah. R’s. RRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrr.
1. Negation:
My freshman roommate, Taylor Trowbridge, wasn’t from Farmington, MN. He hated swimming, airplanes and listening to heavy metal quietly through his headphones while I didn’t try to sleep. He was the talkative type. Throughout the year, I maybe spoke a total of a hundred words to the man, and those words usually consisted of fluffy greetings that aren’t automatically planted into our brains, very interesting.
To me, he wasn’t the perfect roommate. He caused trouble and we fought over our differences. I didn’t bring the TV and couch and he didn’t bring the carpet and fridge. It wasn’t hard to complain about him. I didn’t want to but the only thing that didn’t bug me about him was he talked to me, but that’s a really an important complaint. Not only was he not perfect but also he was memorable. I didn’t have the expectation of becoming best friends with Mr. Trowbridge because that’s what all my family members said. Although being best friends didn’t quickly vanish, I still won’t consider Taylor Trowbridge the perfect roommate.
2. A List of 100 Words and Phrases that Robbie Expressed to Taylor:
1. Hey. Nice to meet you.
2. I’m Robbie.
3. Taylor?
4. I brought the TV.
5. You can set that down right there.
6. Alright.
7. Cool.
8. Awesome.
9. Hah.
10. How are you doing?
11. Good.
12. Nothing.
13. Nothing much.
14. Me too.
15. Hello.
16. Good morning.
17. Is this yours?
18. Night.
19. Sup?
20. Is that yours?
21. Wanna hang?
22. Nothing much.
23. Hey.
24. Later.
25. Later.
26. Later.
27. Taylor?
28. Hey, Taylor!
29. I can do that.
30. Can you do that?
31. Want some?
32. See you around!
3. The Poor Man’s Sentence Scramble:
Heavy metal enjoyed swimming while I tried to sleep. Not the talkative type. His name was Taylor Trowbridge. Immensely loud. Not talkative. Fluffy greetings a total of a hundred words to the perfect roommate. Differences brought the TV and couch and the carpet and fridge. Family members not memorable. Not only perfect but it was hard to complain about him. His name was Taylor Trowbridge. Interesting. Nothing. Really an important complaint – enjoyed swimming and airplanes and listening. Bugged me. Didn’t talk to me. Perfect.
4 weeks ago
Abi Strait’s Re-write
this was the best. I laughed so hard I cried. It is perfect.
Original (Elizabeth Mathers):
She made me never want to have a roommate again. She had some serious demons inside of her. More than her tiny figure could handle. They oozed from her. She changed her mind more than anybody should’ve been capable of. I hated it. I hated her. What was once sister-love was now magically powerful hate. I didn’t want her. I didn’t care if the dishes were dirty or the laundry wasn’t done. I wanted to abandon her on the side of a road somewhere next to an empty gas station and the wilderness. That wasn’t possible at the end because she already dumped me somewhere.
My Rewrite (Abi Strait):
She made me capable of hating her. What I didn’t want, I had -a roommate. That dumped me somewhere in the wilderness, hating her more than anybody shouldn’t been.
When she changed her mind about me I already was on the road somewhere next to an empty dish. Where the dirty hate wasn’t done with me. Once sister, but never wanted that again. I didn’t care if those serious demons inside oozed her on to the laundry. More than her, I wanted to be abandoned by a gas station with that tiny figure living inside of me
She had hated the end because the love was now magically powerful hate.
4 weeks ago
http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/1976/mar/04/billie-holiday/
—- AND THEN I WROTE THESE —-
1. Like Hardwick in her opening, write about a roommate you’ve had. Two paragraphs describing the core of what that person is or became to you while living with them.
At first she was just like me in many ways but one; she refused to be happy. Early on I felt we had connected at the hip. I stole her from her current roommate for the upcoming year. I made a few enemies here and there but it was nothing I wasn’t used to. She was a shorter, thinner, more Japanese version of me. But we came from the same basic two parent household with a younger 16 year old brother and we resented our families for numerous reasons. We were kids. It was fine. The excitement of planning our upcoming dorm matured us. I loved her like a sister.
Afterwards she was a stranger. She grew less and less likeable. I questioned my ability to tolerate bullshit. She broke my bullshit meter. Everything she said she loved in the daylight she would curse at night. She refused compromise. She compromised. I watched as my enemies became her friends and I was unwanted. By mid April I had already moved out of our dorm. Her dorm. I took everything I owned. I left it a cell for her. I didn’t need her to be happy, in any way.
3. Write about a person who you’ve seen disappear (in the way Hardwick talks about Billie’s inevitable disappearance). Who were they? What was at the root of their ‘disappearance’? How did they go? (not necessarily in that order. About 2-3 paragraphs.
I didn’t even know who he was until he introduced himself to me as my best friend’s best friend. Shit was about to get real up in the 7th grade. So we took ownership of the middle school. We were never apart aside from the time my appendix ruptured and I was out of school for 2 weeks. Even then he came to visit. We was like peas and carrots, Alex and I. We wanted to go to England, we spoke with British accents, we scared his cat, and we played Final Fantasy X2.
Then we entered high school. He was the beacon that I sought out because I wasn’t sure who else was making it to Harding that year. I finally would know somebody. So we were still peas and carrots. Slowly we pulled apart as our interests differed. I was the science girl. He was the Japanophile (weeaboo, whatever). But then one day he committed that ever annoying sin of blocking me on Facebook without an explanation. Talk about being shot right in the face while you are down. After we had spent hours together that summer? You don’t know what that does to the self esteem. For months I felt like I stalker. I wanted to seek answers that were being denied to me. I’ve never been denied to accessible answers. I always have a way. But for this Alex refused my existence. Damn him.
4-20-12
1. Like Hardwick in her opening, write about a roommate you’ve had.
She made me never want to have a roommate again. She had some serious demons inside of her. More than her tiny figure could handle. They oozed from her. She changed her mind more than anybody should’ve been capable of. I hated it. I hated her. What was once sister-love was now magically powerful hate. I didn’t want her. I didn’t care if the dishes were dirty or the laundry wasn’t done. I wanted to abandon her on the side of a road somewhere next to an empty gas station and the wilderness. That wasn’t possible at the end because she already dumped me somewhere.
3. Write about a person who you’ve seen disappear (in the way Hardwick talks about Billie’s inevitable disappearance). Who were they? What was at the root of their ‘disappearance’? How did they go?
He became a powerful ghost that haunted my mind. Every night I dream about the abandonment. What happened? This goofy, colorful friend slowly started to die out from my mind and I from his life. I didn’t expect to spend 2011 without him, or 2012. I know where he is but I don’t know where he went.
4-24-12
1. Like Hardwick in her opening, write about a roommate you’ve had.
She was expendable all along.
3. Write about a person who you’ve seen disappear (in the way Hardwick talks about Billie’s inevitable disappearance). Who were they? What was at the root of their ‘disappearance’? How did they go?
He was a disrespectful ass.
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I DON’T WANT YOUR DAMN LEMONS
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THESE
EAT THEM
GET MAD
DEMAND TO SEE LIFE’S MANAGER
BURN LIFE’S HOUSE DOWN
(via fizzyliftingdrank)
Source: askearloflemongrab
