Girl: is on the couch making out with a hot guy, her cellphone rings...
Girl:Hey babe, I'll be right back. I need to take this call.
Boy: Yeah okay. Sure.
She walks into the next room.
Girl: Hey! What's up?
Guy [on her cellphone]: Nothing, hey hun, do you think we could go do something later tonight? What are the chances my boss let me get out early.
Girl: Yeah, sounds great!
Guy [on her cellphone]: Okay. I'm right by your house, I'll come to get you now.
Girl: That's not such a good idea...
Guy [on her cellphone]: Why not?
Girl: I'm busy right now... sorry.
Guy [on her cellphone]: With what? It's our anniversary! You didn't make any other plans did you...?
In her head she yells, SHIT! Throws clothes back on quickly.
Girl: No No... I was just eating... with the family.
Guy [on her cellphone]: But I thought you said your family was away this weekend, up at your resort?
The guy walks into her house, turns the corner into the hallway. Goes downstairs, and finds his bestfriend on her couch, half un-dressed, trying to pull his pants back on and his girlfriend pulling her shirt over her head.
Guy: What the hell is going on?!
Girl: I can explain! Please listen to me!
Guy: Benny? How could you do this to me! Rachel! I thought you loved me! And yet, your sleeping with MY BEST FRIEND!!!!
Girl: John...!
John with tears in his eyes, he rushes out of room, and slams the door.
Benny climbs out of the window, starts his car, and drives off down the street.
Girl runs after her boyfriend. Yelling...
Girl: NOOOO! Please!! Come back John!! Pleeeeeasssse????!! She falls down and cries.
John turns around, looks straight at his girlfriend in tears.
John: Why? Rachel, why? I loved you! Oh my God, I'm in love with a whore. Does this mean I have to pay you now?!
Here take this as the cash. He drops a ring box on her lap.
She opens the ring box. Her jaw drops... Before her eyes is a diamond wedding ring.
Girl: You were going to propose?
Guy: Yeah... how dumb was I? And as he slowly walked back to his car, his headlights faded... And she was in despair.
Later that night, the girl got a phone call from the police saying he just jumped off the bridge and killed himself.
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Friday, December 29, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Maître d'hôtel Yeats de William
I wrote this today because it was due today. Sorry if it seems rushed.
If there’s one thing I like to do, it’s explore. Explore what? Exactly. So, I’d like to take this opportunity to get to know a poet I otherwise know little about. William Butler Yeats seems to be a fairly well upheld figure in the poetry industry. I can’t recall ever reading any of Yeats’ poetry during a voyage in the past. This will be uncharted territory for me. I hope I don’t get killed.
“The Scholars” is a poem I can find myself relating to. It seems to be about people following the same path, because following the same path is what people do. Old men teach young men to write like they write. They all know the same people and think the same. And at the end it mentions Gaius Valerius Catullus: “Did their Catullus walk that way?” I did some research on this Catullus, and he seems to be quite amazing, based on my personal views. In “Catullus 16,” we see Catullus verbally attacking two of his critics, stating that he “will fuck you like a boy and throat-rape you.” I find this to be far from the norm when it comes to poetry and can’t help but think Yeats means to use it to make a point of being different. It seems different yet very exciting, especially when you are used to reading the same type of love poem. While many poets aim “To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear,” Catullus decided to rape beauty’s ignorant throat.
Yeats’ poem “The Stolen Child” describes children being taken away by faeries. This poem actually helped me out a great deal, because I have always wondered what happened to my brother. The poem best explains itself in four lines repeated through the entire work: “Come away, O human child!/To the waters and the wild/With a faery, hand in hand,/For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.” The point Yeats makes is that children shouldn’t cry about being taken away by faeries. That isn’t really that bad of a fate to have to face. These children are so young they have yet to see many of the evils this world offers. Some people get shot in the face. I am sure anyone who has been shot in the face would much rather have simply been taken away by faeries. This is the exact point Yeats is trying to make, and I completely agree with him.
After moving on to “When You Are Old,” a pattern begins to show itself. Yeats poems tend to paint a picture of peacefulness with a slight case of anarchy. The first, “The Scholars” depicts people following a familiar, relaxing path, but dares us to do otherwise. “The Stolen Child” gives us hope for our children’s future: they shall spend their days in a far-off land with cute little faeries. The dark side of this is that the faeries are most likely eating the children. Yeats is trying to tell us what we don’t want to hear while covering it up with pretty lies. “When You Are Old” has the same intent, yet the bad part feels not bad at all. The poem makes you realize how close to death you are, but instead of creating feelings of sorrow, it creates feelings of other sorrow. The sorrow is good. You feel just good enough about your accomplishments.
“The Lake Isle of Innisfree” is an average feeling poem. It strikes up no feelings in my gut, but it does a fine job of reflecting what I think most of us are after. A man plans to move away, possibly running from some old pain, to find peace elsewhere. We’ve all surely been in that position. I know I’m in it right now. It’s just far too painful for me to live in a world where Thanksgiving only comes once a year. I mean, how am I supposed to live off of only 5,000 calories a day? I need so much more, yet it is so far away. I am truly heartbroken. Give me a cigarette.
Being the good parent he was, Yeats wanted to make sure his daughter turned out to be beautiful, rather than ugly. It is what any parent would want for his or her daughter. The worst thing I could ever imagine as a parent would be having an unattractive daughter. Yeats sets a good example for parents everywhere. If you can’t afford to make your daughter pretty, you’re not a good parent.
“Leda and the Swan” breaks away from the traditional Yeats. It takes the advice given in “The Scholars.” In this work, a nice lady named Leda finds herself in a position we’ve all been in after a long night of drinking. She is making babies with a swan. Raped by Zeus? I hardly think so. It seems to me like she just needed an excuse for something she never expected to end up on Youtube. Like in the earlier poems, we see a good situation gone awry.
My favorite characteristic about Keats’ writing is his ability to urge one not to follow protocol while following protocol. It’s somewhat like someone working at Wal-Mart and telling shoppers to make purchases somewhere else. It’s a good idea, but it takes a real hero to pull it off.
Yeats, I like what you’ve done with the place. It was fantastic meeting you.
If there’s one thing I like to do, it’s explore. Explore what? Exactly. So, I’d like to take this opportunity to get to know a poet I otherwise know little about. William Butler Yeats seems to be a fairly well upheld figure in the poetry industry. I can’t recall ever reading any of Yeats’ poetry during a voyage in the past. This will be uncharted territory for me. I hope I don’t get killed.
“The Scholars” is a poem I can find myself relating to. It seems to be about people following the same path, because following the same path is what people do. Old men teach young men to write like they write. They all know the same people and think the same. And at the end it mentions Gaius Valerius Catullus: “Did their Catullus walk that way?” I did some research on this Catullus, and he seems to be quite amazing, based on my personal views. In “Catullus 16,” we see Catullus verbally attacking two of his critics, stating that he “will fuck you like a boy and throat-rape you.” I find this to be far from the norm when it comes to poetry and can’t help but think Yeats means to use it to make a point of being different. It seems different yet very exciting, especially when you are used to reading the same type of love poem. While many poets aim “To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear,” Catullus decided to rape beauty’s ignorant throat.
Yeats’ poem “The Stolen Child” describes children being taken away by faeries. This poem actually helped me out a great deal, because I have always wondered what happened to my brother. The poem best explains itself in four lines repeated through the entire work: “Come away, O human child!/To the waters and the wild/With a faery, hand in hand,/For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.” The point Yeats makes is that children shouldn’t cry about being taken away by faeries. That isn’t really that bad of a fate to have to face. These children are so young they have yet to see many of the evils this world offers. Some people get shot in the face. I am sure anyone who has been shot in the face would much rather have simply been taken away by faeries. This is the exact point Yeats is trying to make, and I completely agree with him.
After moving on to “When You Are Old,” a pattern begins to show itself. Yeats poems tend to paint a picture of peacefulness with a slight case of anarchy. The first, “The Scholars” depicts people following a familiar, relaxing path, but dares us to do otherwise. “The Stolen Child” gives us hope for our children’s future: they shall spend their days in a far-off land with cute little faeries. The dark side of this is that the faeries are most likely eating the children. Yeats is trying to tell us what we don’t want to hear while covering it up with pretty lies. “When You Are Old” has the same intent, yet the bad part feels not bad at all. The poem makes you realize how close to death you are, but instead of creating feelings of sorrow, it creates feelings of other sorrow. The sorrow is good. You feel just good enough about your accomplishments.
“The Lake Isle of Innisfree” is an average feeling poem. It strikes up no feelings in my gut, but it does a fine job of reflecting what I think most of us are after. A man plans to move away, possibly running from some old pain, to find peace elsewhere. We’ve all surely been in that position. I know I’m in it right now. It’s just far too painful for me to live in a world where Thanksgiving only comes once a year. I mean, how am I supposed to live off of only 5,000 calories a day? I need so much more, yet it is so far away. I am truly heartbroken. Give me a cigarette.
Being the good parent he was, Yeats wanted to make sure his daughter turned out to be beautiful, rather than ugly. It is what any parent would want for his or her daughter. The worst thing I could ever imagine as a parent would be having an unattractive daughter. Yeats sets a good example for parents everywhere. If you can’t afford to make your daughter pretty, you’re not a good parent.
“Leda and the Swan” breaks away from the traditional Yeats. It takes the advice given in “The Scholars.” In this work, a nice lady named Leda finds herself in a position we’ve all been in after a long night of drinking. She is making babies with a swan. Raped by Zeus? I hardly think so. It seems to me like she just needed an excuse for something she never expected to end up on Youtube. Like in the earlier poems, we see a good situation gone awry.
My favorite characteristic about Keats’ writing is his ability to urge one not to follow protocol while following protocol. It’s somewhat like someone working at Wal-Mart and telling shoppers to make purchases somewhere else. It’s a good idea, but it takes a real hero to pull it off.
Yeats, I like what you’ve done with the place. It was fantastic meeting you.
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