If someone gave you a plane ticket for anywhere in the world and
unlimited money for three months, what would you do? The rules: you
may visit many places—not just one—and the money must be used for
living expenses in the places to which you fly (food, hotel,
entertainment, maybe a few souvenirs).
Where would you go? Would you stay in this country, or visit others?
Which others, and why? What sights would you like to see in those
places? Would you stay in fancy hotels, or clean, inexpensive ones?
Would you try new foods? (If so, what new foods?)
Write about it.
If someone gave me a plane ticket for anywhere in the world, I would have to go to Italy first! I have always wanted to go to Italy – being Italian it is just a curiosity I have. But to lay it all out, here is how it would go. For one month, my close family and a couple good friends and I would tour Italy, France, and Rome. Then, we would head to Australia for a few weeks, and then we would be off to the North Pole for a week, just to test it out, and then we would head back and hit Japan and China. During the last month, we would tour around America and hit all of the states I’ve never been to before. We would go to all of the famous restaurants in the nation, and we could sleep in an RV just like I used to dream would be awesome when I was seven. Not only would I like to see all the famous areas, but I would want to see the hidden beauties in each place we would go to. Occasionally, when a hotel is necessary, we would stay in the worlds finest hotels and be treated like royalty. We would try new food each day and we would really get that knowledgeable feeling and be able to share our stories with all that were curious. The last trip that we would make before finally coming home would be Niagara Falls. My mother has wanted to go there since she got married to my father twenty-seven years ago, so I think she has waited long enough. There has never been a real reason to not go, besides the fact that my parents always had to worry about us kids at home. Well this time they wouldn’t have to worry, because the rest of the family would settle back down in their own households for a few days, and my parents could have the vacation that they have always dreamed of. I would finally come home, and I would throw a huge party and invite all the people that I know that are interested in traveling and sharing stories, and it would just be a huge get together. All of the people who mean anything to me would be there and they would all hear from us what a fabulous time we had, but more importantly they would hear about all of the significant places and things we learned. After traveling like that with unlimited funds, we would be so knowledgeable about various different things, and maybe we could even try to share that knowledge with more people. I think that, while this is only a blog topic and most likely never going to happen, it is an awesome idea. I wish that something like this could happen, because without every day stresses on people’s minds, the world would be a more peaceful place. It is very unlikely that people wouldn’t have to worry about money, so for an opportunity like this I’m sure it would be greatly appreciated. Whenever you feel like contributing to the travel funds, let me know ;)
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Blog 11 - Comfort Food
Food writers sometimes use the term comfort food. Comfort food is food
that makes us feel good when we eat it: it gives us a cozy, homey
feeling.
Do you have a "comfort food"—a food that you love to eat, at certain
times of the year, or when you're feeling stress? If so, what is that
food? Why do you think it's comfort food for you? Is there something
in your past that gives you that feeling, or maybe something in your
present? What triggers that warm feeling when you eat this food?
Write about it.
To sit down and write this blog in the proper way, I started by getting my ultimate comfort food: a Reese’s sundae from Dunkin Donuts. (YUM!) There aren’t many times when I eat this, which makes it all the more delicious when I do. I limit myself to having one a month. Recently, that rule got thrown out the window…I was really stressed out from all the bullshit that happened today with my ex that I ended up feeling like a fatty but nonetheless I picked up my comfort food and headed home to see an awesome blog topic about comfort food, how ironic. I think that the reason that the Reese’s sundae is such a good comfort food is because it is warm from the fudge and cold from the ice cream, and all in all Reese’s are my favorite candy, so this masterpiece is like heaven to me. Unlike today, I usually eat this comfort food with a friend. Whether it’s Jackie or Victoria, we always head to Dunkin Donuts for a Reese’s sundae if we are in need of a vent-sesh. It doesn’t really matter where you eat this delectable snack – it will be amazing anywhere you go – but if you are in a really crappy mood, it is best when you are wearing sweats and snuggling in bed with your puppy. That fact was proven today when I felt so bad that I didn’t even ask a friend to come with me. To me, being comfortable is being in sweats – eating ice cream is an added bonus! As much as I love this little treat, there are some people that I just wouldn’t eat one with. Since I know no one will read this, I will just say it plainly: you can’t eat a Reese’s sundae with just any friend. No, a person has to truly be a best friend to eat a Reese’s sundae with. This activity is usually done at night and at the Beachwood Dunkin Donuts so that no one recognizes us and thinks we are total fatties. Not only do we sit in the parking lot and eat, but we talk about anything and everything. The past two times that I needed to have a Reese’s sundae with a friend, it was over the same guy. I feel like now that we have done this a few times, it is like our tradition. If I had an ice cream sundae every time I was upset over him, I would be a thousand pounds! No, it takes a truly messed up thing to happen for me to have to eat ice cream over it. When I am with Jackie, she is usually stressing about her ex too so this is perfect, but when I am with Vicky, she just likes to listen to me talk about how dramatic and stupid life can be. I think that it serves as such a comfort food because of all of the empty calories it holds. If anyone’s blog is about fruit or vegetables or something healthy as their comfort food, please let me know so I can treat them to a Reese’s sundae and show them what they’ve been missing!
that makes us feel good when we eat it: it gives us a cozy, homey
feeling.
Do you have a "comfort food"—a food that you love to eat, at certain
times of the year, or when you're feeling stress? If so, what is that
food? Why do you think it's comfort food for you? Is there something
in your past that gives you that feeling, or maybe something in your
present? What triggers that warm feeling when you eat this food?
Write about it.
To sit down and write this blog in the proper way, I started by getting my ultimate comfort food: a Reese’s sundae from Dunkin Donuts. (YUM!) There aren’t many times when I eat this, which makes it all the more delicious when I do. I limit myself to having one a month. Recently, that rule got thrown out the window…I was really stressed out from all the bullshit that happened today with my ex that I ended up feeling like a fatty but nonetheless I picked up my comfort food and headed home to see an awesome blog topic about comfort food, how ironic. I think that the reason that the Reese’s sundae is such a good comfort food is because it is warm from the fudge and cold from the ice cream, and all in all Reese’s are my favorite candy, so this masterpiece is like heaven to me. Unlike today, I usually eat this comfort food with a friend. Whether it’s Jackie or Victoria, we always head to Dunkin Donuts for a Reese’s sundae if we are in need of a vent-sesh. It doesn’t really matter where you eat this delectable snack – it will be amazing anywhere you go – but if you are in a really crappy mood, it is best when you are wearing sweats and snuggling in bed with your puppy. That fact was proven today when I felt so bad that I didn’t even ask a friend to come with me. To me, being comfortable is being in sweats – eating ice cream is an added bonus! As much as I love this little treat, there are some people that I just wouldn’t eat one with. Since I know no one will read this, I will just say it plainly: you can’t eat a Reese’s sundae with just any friend. No, a person has to truly be a best friend to eat a Reese’s sundae with. This activity is usually done at night and at the Beachwood Dunkin Donuts so that no one recognizes us and thinks we are total fatties. Not only do we sit in the parking lot and eat, but we talk about anything and everything. The past two times that I needed to have a Reese’s sundae with a friend, it was over the same guy. I feel like now that we have done this a few times, it is like our tradition. If I had an ice cream sundae every time I was upset over him, I would be a thousand pounds! No, it takes a truly messed up thing to happen for me to have to eat ice cream over it. When I am with Jackie, she is usually stressing about her ex too so this is perfect, but when I am with Vicky, she just likes to listen to me talk about how dramatic and stupid life can be. I think that it serves as such a comfort food because of all of the empty calories it holds. If anyone’s blog is about fruit or vegetables or something healthy as their comfort food, please let me know so I can treat them to a Reese’s sundae and show them what they’ve been missing!
Friday, November 18, 2011
Blog 10 - Litany of Deep Questions
Why do we do blogs? Why would a blog topic be about questions? Is my teacher going to do something crazy like ask us to answer all these questions? Why do we go to class? Why do we even go to school? What is the purpose of education? What do I want to be when I grow up? What college should I attend? What happens if I don’t get accepted anywhere? Will I live at home all my life? What will my parents say? Will they be ashamed of me? Why would I even think I can’t get accepted anywhere? Why do I doubt myself? When will my acceptance letters come? How can I be more positive about college and growing up? Why do I put such a negative connotation on the word “college”? What will it be like leaving home for real for the first time? How will my parents deal with not having any kids around? Will they be happy? Will they be sad? Will they miss me? Will I remember to call them a lot? Will I be homesick and call too much? Will I have so much fun I don’t call at all? What are they going to do on the nights they are both not home and no one can cook for them like I do? Why did I make such an awesome dinner tonight? Why was I that bored that I made such an extravagant meal that it took three hours to make? Why did I make amazing lasagna, Caesar salad, garlic bread, and for dessert, banana bread? Do my parents realize how good of a daughter I try to be? When did I really lose their trust in the first place? Why did I ever think it was okay to lie to them over a boy? Why would I date such a dumb asshole boy in the first place? Why are boys so tempted to lie and cheat on innocent girls like myself? What is it that I don’t have that she does? Why does he always go back to her? Why do I even care? Where is my prince charming? Will I even find someone I end up loving? Will I die next to him? Will he sweep me off my feet? Will he protect me and never let anything bad happen to me? Will he be an amazing guy like my father? Will I get married? When? Will I have children? How many? Will I live to see my children’s children? What will the world be like then? Will technology have taken over? Will the world be so advanced that I will resemble my mother and her technology-impaired behaviors? How does she not know how to check her voicemail? Why am I so ignorant to think that? What was it like back in the old days when my parents were growing up? Were they good kids, or did they give their parents grief? What was it like when my grandparents were growing up? What is it like in heaven? Why did my grandfather have to die before he knew how much I truly adored him? Why didn’t he stay alive long enough to see me grow up? What will happen when everyone around me has passed? What will happen when I die? What will happen when all of the human population is wiped out? Then who will write these blogs?
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Blog 9 - Family Member Elected to Office
If I could elect any of my family members to any type of public office, I would absolutely without a doubt elect my dad for President.
I choose my dad because he is the smartest man I know. He is not only intelligent, but he is likeable, reasonable, and he is extremely organized. My father has, in the past, organized countless information for various different jobs. For me, he even created a binder full of college information. It has color coded tabs for each college, and all of the information about them is in alphabetical order. If he can do that with a few pieces of paper from colleges, he can do wonders with things that are more important.
If my father really became President, it would not be too fun. While it would be awesome to say “My dad is President of the United States!,” it would be no fun when he had to start focusing all his time on politics and those matters. But, considering this is not going to happen any time soon, I can picture my dad doing whatever he wants.
My dad is the type of person that over thinks everything. In a position of President, however, this could work to his advantage. Not only could he turn around the economy, but he would make every aspect of life fair to each and every person living in the United States. My dad would have a separate plan to reform each suffering aspect of the US. He would start with the worst sections and improve each and every one.
I think if my dad was on the ballets he would definitely be voted for. My dad has good ideas about everything. His ideas about important politics are the most interesting to hear. He could talk for hours about plans on how to change things and make them better for everyone. My dad is a likeable guy, and he knows how to tell people his theories in a way that will have you listening for hours talking about things that would otherwise be unimportant.
I used to think that politics were boring and a waste of time, but in all honesty politics in the US have a huge impact on my life. Not only are politics important because I am getting older and approaching my college years, but for the fact that I am seventeen years old, and in about two months and five days, I will be eighteen years old. I will legally be allowed to vote. My first problem is that I have no idea who I would vote for. I would really like to research each candidate and see what types of issues we agree on. In this case, I could just listen to my dad go on a tangent about politics for a few minutes and I would be more understanding towards the candidates worth voting for. Now, if my dad was on the ballet, there would be no question that I would vote for him.
I choose my dad because he is the smartest man I know. He is not only intelligent, but he is likeable, reasonable, and he is extremely organized. My father has, in the past, organized countless information for various different jobs. For me, he even created a binder full of college information. It has color coded tabs for each college, and all of the information about them is in alphabetical order. If he can do that with a few pieces of paper from colleges, he can do wonders with things that are more important.
If my father really became President, it would not be too fun. While it would be awesome to say “My dad is President of the United States!,” it would be no fun when he had to start focusing all his time on politics and those matters. But, considering this is not going to happen any time soon, I can picture my dad doing whatever he wants.
My dad is the type of person that over thinks everything. In a position of President, however, this could work to his advantage. Not only could he turn around the economy, but he would make every aspect of life fair to each and every person living in the United States. My dad would have a separate plan to reform each suffering aspect of the US. He would start with the worst sections and improve each and every one.
I think if my dad was on the ballets he would definitely be voted for. My dad has good ideas about everything. His ideas about important politics are the most interesting to hear. He could talk for hours about plans on how to change things and make them better for everyone. My dad is a likeable guy, and he knows how to tell people his theories in a way that will have you listening for hours talking about things that would otherwise be unimportant.
I used to think that politics were boring and a waste of time, but in all honesty politics in the US have a huge impact on my life. Not only are politics important because I am getting older and approaching my college years, but for the fact that I am seventeen years old, and in about two months and five days, I will be eighteen years old. I will legally be allowed to vote. My first problem is that I have no idea who I would vote for. I would really like to research each candidate and see what types of issues we agree on. In this case, I could just listen to my dad go on a tangent about politics for a few minutes and I would be more understanding towards the candidates worth voting for. Now, if my dad was on the ballet, there would be no question that I would vote for him.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Blog 8 - What is Wild?
wild/wīld
Adverb: In an uncontrolled manner: "the bad guys shot wild".
Adjective: (of an animal or plant) Living or growing in the natural environment; not domesticated or cultivated.
Noun: A natural state or uncultivated or uninhabited region: "kiwis are virtually extinct in the wild".
Synonyms: adjective. savage - mad - feral
noun. waste
What is wild? A few things come to mind…
First to enter my head would be wild as in reckless. This is the wild that means you went crazy, did something fun, and had a blast over the weekend. Some students might use it in the connotation that they got wasted at a party after homecoming and “got wild.” To me, having a wild weekend is being able to go out and do something that you haven’t done in a long time and look back and think about how crazy and fun it ended up being.
Wild in other terms makes me think of lions, tigers, bears (oh my). This kind of wild is those uncontrolled animals that are fascinating and majestic not only because of how they look but because of their actions. These animals do things the way it was originally done in the world: they hunt their prey and make it their dinner.
Still yet, wild can be what is going on with Occupy Wall Street. In this case the word wild represents the disbelief that comes to mind when I imagine hundreds of thousands of people rioting for a cause they believe in. This, to me, is wild because they might not have things in common, but they still stand outside and protest because it is something they want to fight for because it is important to them.
As far as the wild being in each of us, I completely agree. All those times that you lash out and do something obscene that you didn’t think you could do, you are wild. Wild is really all about things that might not happen very frequently, so when they do happen we regard them as random yet amazing, whether it is amazing in a good way or amazing in a bad way.
I find wild to also mean that clear, open desert space with nothing but coyotes and cactuses. That is just another example of something that comes to mind when someone says wild.
Wild is not a singly defined word at all. Wild means a different thing to each person, depending on the context that it is being said or used in a sentence. When someone tells me “this weekend was wild!” I assume they are talking about that crazy night out they had that they will remember forever. If someone says “the wild” I assume they mean the wild that either is full of animals or the wild that is a desert-like terrain.
People will never only have one definition for a word, because each person is unique and they have different opinions and views on everything, especially words. To me wild could mean one thing and to a friend of mine it could be something that isn’t similar at all. It depends on the person to define the word.
Adverb: In an uncontrolled manner: "the bad guys shot wild".
Adjective: (of an animal or plant) Living or growing in the natural environment; not domesticated or cultivated.
Noun: A natural state or uncultivated or uninhabited region: "kiwis are virtually extinct in the wild".
Synonyms: adjective. savage - mad - feral
noun. waste
What is wild? A few things come to mind…
First to enter my head would be wild as in reckless. This is the wild that means you went crazy, did something fun, and had a blast over the weekend. Some students might use it in the connotation that they got wasted at a party after homecoming and “got wild.” To me, having a wild weekend is being able to go out and do something that you haven’t done in a long time and look back and think about how crazy and fun it ended up being.
Wild in other terms makes me think of lions, tigers, bears (oh my). This kind of wild is those uncontrolled animals that are fascinating and majestic not only because of how they look but because of their actions. These animals do things the way it was originally done in the world: they hunt their prey and make it their dinner.
Still yet, wild can be what is going on with Occupy Wall Street. In this case the word wild represents the disbelief that comes to mind when I imagine hundreds of thousands of people rioting for a cause they believe in. This, to me, is wild because they might not have things in common, but they still stand outside and protest because it is something they want to fight for because it is important to them.
As far as the wild being in each of us, I completely agree. All those times that you lash out and do something obscene that you didn’t think you could do, you are wild. Wild is really all about things that might not happen very frequently, so when they do happen we regard them as random yet amazing, whether it is amazing in a good way or amazing in a bad way.
I find wild to also mean that clear, open desert space with nothing but coyotes and cactuses. That is just another example of something that comes to mind when someone says wild.
Wild is not a singly defined word at all. Wild means a different thing to each person, depending on the context that it is being said or used in a sentence. When someone tells me “this weekend was wild!” I assume they are talking about that crazy night out they had that they will remember forever. If someone says “the wild” I assume they mean the wild that either is full of animals or the wild that is a desert-like terrain.
People will never only have one definition for a word, because each person is unique and they have different opinions and views on everything, especially words. To me wild could mean one thing and to a friend of mine it could be something that isn’t similar at all. It depends on the person to define the word.
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