Wishes for Sons
i wish them cramps.
i wish them a strange town
and the last tampon.
I wish them no 7-11.
i wish them one week early
and wearing a white skirt.
i wish them one week late.
later i wish them hot flashes
and clots like you
wouldn't believe. let the
flashes come when they
meet someone special.
let the clots come
when they want to.
let them think they have accepted
arrogance in the universe,
then bring them to gynecologists
not unlike themselves.
Lucille Clifton
I picked this poem mainly because it was funny, and so true. I could imagine every woman feeling or having a few of these thoughts. When my friends and I get together we often discus men (which i figure most girls do) What usually comes up in conversation is how easy guys have it! this poem fits perfectly with those feelings.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Just a thought
Just a thought, while listening to my ipod....
Many people and I could also quote a few songs...Say that cupid doesn't lie. Maybe that's to hard of a fact to face, couldn't they say he tells fibs or white lies?...But isn't it really a lie to say he doesn't lie, because I could easily debate that!
Just the symbol of cupid being a big baby with no shirt and a diaper, just disturbs me.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Eraser!
A father with a huge eraser erases his daughter. When he
finishes there's only a red smudge on the wall.
His wife says, where is Amyloo?
She's a mistake, I erased her.
What about all her lovely things? asks his wife.
I'll erase them too.
All her pretty clothes? . . .
I'll erase her closet, her dresser--shut up about Amyloo!
Bring your head over here and I'll erase Amyloo out of it.
The husband rubs his eraser on his wife's forehead, and as
she begins to forget she says, hummm, I wonder whatever
happened to Amyloo? . . .
Never heard of her, says her husband.
And you, she says, who are you? You're not Amyloo, are
you? I don't remember your being Amyloo. Are you my
Amyloo, whom I don't remember anymore? . . .
Of course not, Amyloo was a girl. Do I look like a girl?
. . . I don't know, I don't know what anything looks like
anymore. . .
I've liked this poem ever since I heard it in class last year. But Had never really thought about what the message could be until today. I just had always thought it was cute and funny. First off the name Amyloo makes me think of some Dr. Seuss story, How the Grinch stole Christmas I think...Cindy Lou Who or something I don't know.But the idea of erasing some one who has become a pain is a common idea. I often have wished I could erase people who have began to annoy the hell out of me. But then of course that's not at all possible, but even if it was erasing a person would change so many aspects about life. Because as much as we don't want to believe it each person who enters our life has shaped it in some way.
finishes there's only a red smudge on the wall.
His wife says, where is Amyloo?
She's a mistake, I erased her.
What about all her lovely things? asks his wife.
I'll erase them too.
All her pretty clothes? . . .
I'll erase her closet, her dresser--shut up about Amyloo!
Bring your head over here and I'll erase Amyloo out of it.
The husband rubs his eraser on his wife's forehead, and as
she begins to forget she says, hummm, I wonder whatever
happened to Amyloo? . . .
Never heard of her, says her husband.
And you, she says, who are you? You're not Amyloo, are
you? I don't remember your being Amyloo. Are you my
Amyloo, whom I don't remember anymore? . . .
Of course not, Amyloo was a girl. Do I look like a girl?
. . . I don't know, I don't know what anything looks like
anymore. . .
I've liked this poem ever since I heard it in class last year. But Had never really thought about what the message could be until today. I just had always thought it was cute and funny. First off the name Amyloo makes me think of some Dr. Seuss story, How the Grinch stole Christmas I think...Cindy Lou Who or something I don't know.But the idea of erasing some one who has become a pain is a common idea. I often have wished I could erase people who have began to annoy the hell out of me. But then of course that's not at all possible, but even if it was erasing a person would change so many aspects about life. Because as much as we don't want to believe it each person who enters our life has shaped it in some way.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Found poem packet
The poem Order in the Streets Donald Justice
was hilarious to me(but not in a ha ha funny way). When you read the section under the title says the poems comes from instructions from a kids toy and then you read the poem it doesn't seem at all like that. After the first stanza the toy seems very violent and realistic. I understood how that article led to this "found" poem
.
1.2.3.
Switch on.
Jeep rushes
to the scene
of riot.
Jeep goes
in all directions
by mystery action.
Jeep stops periodically
to turn
hood over
machine gun appears
with realistic
shooting noise.
After putting down riot,
jeep goes
back to headquarters.
was hilarious to me(but not in a ha ha funny way). When you read the section under the title says the poems comes from instructions from a kids toy and then you read the poem it doesn't seem at all like that. After the first stanza the toy seems very violent and realistic. I understood how that article led to this "found" poem
.
1.2.3.
Switch on.
Jeep rushes
to the scene
of riot.
Jeep goes
in all directions
by mystery action.
Jeep stops periodically
to turn
hood over
machine gun appears
with realistic
shooting noise.
After putting down riot,
jeep goes
back to headquarters.
Mirror
Looking at my reflection,
Telling me to be myself.
But in the same breath tell me, myself isn't good enough.
Feeling like I'm fighting what's inside, but looking directly into my own eyes
I'm forced to face reality.
I'm not who I want to be.
I have yet to become the she I want looking back at me.
Telling me to be myself.
But in the same breath tell me, myself isn't good enough.
Feeling like I'm fighting what's inside, but looking directly into my own eyes
I'm forced to face reality.
I'm not who I want to be.
I have yet to become the she I want looking back at me.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
first found poem.
walking home today and thinking about the assignment we were told about in class to write about i found object. i looked at this guy and his dog playing in the quad and thought about all the things that are done in the grass. of course it hasn't really been worked through or edited yet.
Blades.
Unappreciated
stepped on,
kicked,
plucked,
crushed,
thrown,
torn apart,
tended to loved,
cut trimmed
down.
Kids roll down the hills in the summer.
Couples falling in love during picnic dinners on the square of grass.
Blades.
Unappreciated
stepped on,
kicked,
plucked,
crushed,
thrown,
torn apart,
tended to loved,
cut trimmed
down.
Kids roll down the hills in the summer.
Couples falling in love during picnic dinners on the square of grass.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
the anaphora form
The anaphora form even though a lot of people didn't seem to like it during the class discussion I liked it. Well not exactly how it was presented in all of the examples. Some of the repetition was over done, and the poems were too long but I enjoyed the poem The Burning Heart because it wasn't a constant repetition it seemed to be just enough. Also the poem Fear even though it repeated the begging phrase the lines being shorter helped it not become over done.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
My sestina...
i didnt realize until class today that i fotgot the envoi part.
It started on a couch, sitting close on the cushions.
He leaned over close to me his skin a smooth brown.
His smell fresh,
over took me in an intoxicating
way. My cheeks glowed bright pink,
his kiss was sweet.
It lingered a sweet
taste. I scooted over a little on the cushions.
Cheeks still rosy,
I buried my face in the brown
paisley printed pillows drunk
with embarrassment. They were fresh
from the scent I sprayed earlier that day. I loved the clean
smell. I think it’s called sweet
dreams. But I don’t quite remember, mind still woozy
I lost those thoughts as he took the pillow
out of my hand. He told me to look into his brown
eyes. As soon as I did I felt my face glow pinker.
I traced my fingers on his face, my nails dark pink
freshly done.
He stared at me with his big brown
eyes. I knew he was taking in my smell, sugary and sweet.
It was Can Can by Paris Hilton. He pushed me into the pillows
Intoxicated.
Intoxicated with desire,
He kissed my pink
lips. Then began throwing the cushions
on the floor. His kisses tasted sweet
from the brown
tootsie rolls. Brown
I guess that’s chocolate flavor. But I was drunk
My find filled with thoughts pinks,
and sweets,
fresh smells.
But all that was lost as he pushed me deeper into the cushions.
It started on a couch, sitting close on the cushions.
He leaned over close to me his skin a smooth brown.
His smell fresh,
over took me in an intoxicating
way. My cheeks glowed bright pink,
his kiss was sweet.
It lingered a sweet
taste. I scooted over a little on the cushions.
Cheeks still rosy,
I buried my face in the brown
paisley printed pillows drunk
with embarrassment. They were fresh
from the scent I sprayed earlier that day. I loved the clean
smell. I think it’s called sweet
dreams. But I don’t quite remember, mind still woozy
I lost those thoughts as he took the pillow
out of my hand. He told me to look into his brown
eyes. As soon as I did I felt my face glow pinker.
I traced my fingers on his face, my nails dark pink
freshly done.
He stared at me with his big brown
eyes. I knew he was taking in my smell, sugary and sweet.
It was Can Can by Paris Hilton. He pushed me into the pillows
Intoxicated.
Intoxicated with desire,
He kissed my pink
lips. Then began throwing the cushions
on the floor. His kisses tasted sweet
from the brown
tootsie rolls. Brown
I guess that’s chocolate flavor. But I was drunk
My find filled with thoughts pinks,
and sweets,
fresh smells.
But all that was lost as he pushed me deeper into the cushions.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
my form
the poetry form i came up with:
4 stanzas
3 lines in each stanza
The beginning of each line would repeat but the last few words are different
And the fourth stanza repeats all the line headers from the previous stanzas as well as extra lines to tie all three together.
and my example poem:
i saw you and her
i saw the end coming
i saw everything change
i heard what you said
i heard what they told me
i heard but i didnt process
i waited for the change
i waited for you
i waited, but the end still came
i saw, i heard, i waited
knowing it was over
i always knew it would end
4 stanzas
3 lines in each stanza
The beginning of each line would repeat but the last few words are different
And the fourth stanza repeats all the line headers from the previous stanzas as well as extra lines to tie all three together.
and my example poem:
i saw you and her
i saw the end coming
i saw everything change
i heard what you said
i heard what they told me
i heard but i didnt process
i waited for the change
i waited for you
i waited, but the end still came
i saw, i heard, i waited
knowing it was over
i always knew it would end
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Some Days
Some days I put the people in their places at the table,
bend their legs at the knees,
if they come with that feature,
and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.
All afternoon they face one another,
the man in the brown suit,
the woman in the blue dress,
perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved.
But other days, I am the one
who is lifted up by the ribs,
then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse
to sit with the others at the long table.
Very funny,
but how would you like it
if you never knew from one day to the next
if you were going to spend it
striding around like a vivid god,
your shoulders in the clouds,
or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper,
staring straight ahead with your little plastic face?
Billy Collins
This was one of my favotite poems out of the book. It gave me many different images. when I read it the first time I thought of being younger and playin with dolls. And how it made me feel like I had control over something. Then I thought about how I would feel if some one was controlling me. And thats what I felt like this poems was saying somedays you feel like your incontrol of your own life and some days you feel llike some one else is contrling you. Eventhough you may feel like you are in charge of other people and leading them the next day some body can be playing with you like a doll.
bend their legs at the knees,
if they come with that feature,
and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.
All afternoon they face one another,
the man in the brown suit,
the woman in the blue dress,
perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved.
But other days, I am the one
who is lifted up by the ribs,
then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse
to sit with the others at the long table.
Very funny,
but how would you like it
if you never knew from one day to the next
if you were going to spend it
striding around like a vivid god,
your shoulders in the clouds,
or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper,
staring straight ahead with your little plastic face?
Billy Collins
This was one of my favotite poems out of the book. It gave me many different images. when I read it the first time I thought of being younger and playin with dolls. And how it made me feel like I had control over something. Then I thought about how I would feel if some one was controlling me. And thats what I felt like this poems was saying somedays you feel like your incontrol of your own life and some days you feel llike some one else is contrling you. Eventhough you may feel like you are in charge of other people and leading them the next day some body can be playing with you like a doll.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
My pantoum.
A letter of ramblings
Hello Dear,
let me tell you what I see,
a hem of tight blossoms,
a dress on fire.
What else do I see?
Well, shall I go on?
A dress on fire next to
a green tunic
shall I go on?
Sufficiently fierce,
this green tunic
on the wall, like I said its
sufficiently fierce. Actually
you would be more valuable here,
on the wall!
I wish to tie up, my lover because
your more valuable here. With
a hem of tight blossoms,
I'll tie you up my lover.
Hello well, goodbye Dear.
At first I thought I had just picked some random lines and they didnt make any sense but then when I added a few commas and extra words I felt like I had written something that made sense in a wierd way. I looked at it as a desinger of some kind writing a letter to thier "lover". begining by decribing the things that are in the workshop and then at the end expressing how they wish this person was thier with them. I dont think it would be a letter anybody would ever send but I could see this being a phone call.
Hello Dear,
let me tell you what I see,
a hem of tight blossoms,
a dress on fire.
What else do I see?
Well, shall I go on?
A dress on fire next to
a green tunic
shall I go on?
Sufficiently fierce,
this green tunic
on the wall, like I said its
sufficiently fierce. Actually
you would be more valuable here,
on the wall!
I wish to tie up, my lover because
your more valuable here. With
a hem of tight blossoms,
I'll tie you up my lover.
Hello well, goodbye Dear.
At first I thought I had just picked some random lines and they didnt make any sense but then when I added a few commas and extra words I felt like I had written something that made sense in a wierd way. I looked at it as a desinger of some kind writing a letter to thier "lover". begining by decribing the things that are in the workshop and then at the end expressing how they wish this person was thier with them. I dont think it would be a letter anybody would ever send but I could see this being a phone call.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I liked the haiku from the packet
The falling flower- Babette Deutsch
The falling flower
I saw drift back to the branch
Was a butterfly.
I've always liked the form of Haiku's and how they usually pertain to nature and are short and sweet but give such a large image. However I'm not good at writing them. this one stuck out to me because it mentions to of my favorite things butterflies and flowers.
The falling flower- Babette Deutsch
The falling flower
I saw drift back to the branch
Was a butterfly.
I've always liked the form of Haiku's and how they usually pertain to nature and are short and sweet but give such a large image. However I'm not good at writing them. this one stuck out to me because it mentions to of my favorite things butterflies and flowers.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
One to many
I really appreciated and took into consideration all the comments I received in the class workshop I was nervous about how the poem would be taken and the responses I would receive because I do have a personal connection with this poem. I was glad that pretty much everyone understood what I was trying to show. I used a lot of the advice I was given to better my poem. so this is the corrections that I have made so far.
She wanted to free herself
the stress of life had become too much.
The sound of words humming in her mind.
Drink one: a shot
Drink two: a shot and a Sunkist
Release came, but not quite enough she kept going,
searching for liberation from all thoughts.
The broken heart she carried, like a weight dragging her down,
the lover who continued to hurt her.
Drink three: a shot no chaser
Her cups overflowed,
filled higher than anyone else’s,
but she never noticed.
Drink 4: mountain dew and vodka
Drink 5: vodka
They were only acquaintances,
only spoke in passing.
Thoughts of these actions were never invited.
Drink 6: vodka
He knew what he meant to do,
Quickly it went from being friendly to
trying to undress her,
but she was still capable enough to say stop.
Drink one, two, three, 4, 5, and 6
They all hit her now, and she couldn’t turn back.
In and out of consciousness,
Mouth unable to say the word.
Mind unable to grasp the concept.
No memories remained,
Somehow she is home,
an unfamiliar sweat on her body,
a foreign smell on her sheets.
She wanted to free herself
the stress of life had become too much.
The sound of words humming in her mind.
Drink one: a shot
Drink two: a shot and a Sunkist
Release came, but not quite enough she kept going,
searching for liberation from all thoughts.
The broken heart she carried, like a weight dragging her down,
the lover who continued to hurt her.
Drink three: a shot no chaser
Her cups overflowed,
filled higher than anyone else’s,
but she never noticed.
Drink 4: mountain dew and vodka
Drink 5: vodka
They were only acquaintances,
only spoke in passing.
Thoughts of these actions were never invited.
Drink 6: vodka
He knew what he meant to do,
Quickly it went from being friendly to
trying to undress her,
but she was still capable enough to say stop.
Drink one, two, three, 4, 5, and 6
They all hit her now, and she couldn’t turn back.
In and out of consciousness,
Mouth unable to say the word.
Mind unable to grasp the concept.
No memories remained,
Somehow she is home,
an unfamiliar sweat on her body,
a foreign smell on her sheets.
sonnet written by the class
I couldn't decide on a name for it though.
directly form class:
Every morning I wake up brand new
No longer weary after a long sleep
Ready to run and play and shout all day,
But told the blue gray -fog had other plans
The best laid plans can go corrupt however
I will always know the things gone wrong
Arguing is the thing that makes us sure
That we both need our space in a hurry
Otherwise murder is next
Red, black all jumped together the end-
Looking around to find my twin
That does not exist o this same planet
Yet we see the same stars, the same comets
And our galaxies will collide forever.
after rewording:
Every morning I wake expecting clear skies, a great day.
But this blue-gray fog is showing me otherwise.
Placing me, and us, in an awkward mood
fore warning me.
Arguing occurs soon after
Unsurprised and un-phased I tell him,
just like on every other bad day
I wish we didn’t exist on this same planet
Yet we see the same stars, the same comets
And our galaxies will collide forever.
This fighting is pointless,
If only the sun would have shined.
But, if it’s ugly tomorrow as well I think murder may be next
directly form class:
Every morning I wake up brand new
No longer weary after a long sleep
Ready to run and play and shout all day,
But told the blue gray -fog had other plans
The best laid plans can go corrupt however
I will always know the things gone wrong
Arguing is the thing that makes us sure
That we both need our space in a hurry
Otherwise murder is next
Red, black all jumped together the end-
Looking around to find my twin
That does not exist o this same planet
Yet we see the same stars, the same comets
And our galaxies will collide forever.
after rewording:
Every morning I wake expecting clear skies, a great day.
But this blue-gray fog is showing me otherwise.
Placing me, and us, in an awkward mood
fore warning me.
Arguing occurs soon after
Unsurprised and un-phased I tell him,
just like on every other bad day
I wish we didn’t exist on this same planet
Yet we see the same stars, the same comets
And our galaxies will collide forever.
This fighting is pointless,
If only the sun would have shined.
But, if it’s ugly tomorrow as well I think murder may be next
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Moloko
*ok here are the lyrics that go with the song i described in the last post*
You're my last breathe
You're a breathe of fresh air to me
Hi, I'm empty
So tell me you care for me
You're the first thing
And the last thing on my mind
In your arms I feel
Sunshine
On a promise
A day dream yet to come
Time is upon us
Oh but the night is young
Flowers blossom
In the winter time
In your arms I feel
Sunshine
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
You may find yourself
Out on a limb for me
Could you expect it as
A part of your destiny
I give all I have
But it's not enough
And my patience is shot
So I'm calling your bluff
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment ... last
And we gave it time
All eyes are on the clock
But time takes too much time
Please make the waiting stop
And the atmosphere is charged.
In you I trust.
And I feel no fear as I
Do as I must.
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last.
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
Tempted by fear
And I won't hesitate
The time is now
And I can't wait
I've been empty too long
The time is now
The tender night has gone
And the time has gone
Let's make this moment last
And the night is young
The time is now.
Let's make this moment last.
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment ... last.
You're my last breathe
You're a breathe of fresh air to me
Hi, I'm empty
So tell me you care for me
You're the first thing
And the last thing on my mind
In your arms I feel
Sunshine
On a promise
A day dream yet to come
Time is upon us
Oh but the night is young
Flowers blossom
In the winter time
In your arms I feel
Sunshine
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
You may find yourself
Out on a limb for me
Could you expect it as
A part of your destiny
I give all I have
But it's not enough
And my patience is shot
So I'm calling your bluff
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment ... last
And we gave it time
All eyes are on the clock
But time takes too much time
Please make the waiting stop
And the atmosphere is charged.
In you I trust.
And I feel no fear as I
Do as I must.
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last.
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
Tempted by fear
And I won't hesitate
The time is now
And I can't wait
I've been empty too long
The time is now
The tender night has gone
And the time has gone
Let's make this moment last
And the night is young
The time is now.
Let's make this moment last.
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment ... last.
the time is now
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbK5qmHRNyM
This is a song I heard at fashion show practice. At first I found it weird and was intrigued by the beat. But hearing it repeatedly it grew on me and I began to love it. I then began to catch on to some of the words, so I googled the lyrics and found them to be very poetic.
*for some reason it wont let me paste the lyrics tho
This is a song I heard at fashion show practice. At first I found it weird and was intrigued by the beat. But hearing it repeatedly it grew on me and I began to love it. I then began to catch on to some of the words, so I googled the lyrics and found them to be very poetic.
*for some reason it wont let me paste the lyrics tho
Friday, January 29, 2010
One of my favorite poems out of the Howe readings was How Many Times i liked it because although the purpose was very disturbing. It described the relationship that was happening with her father and her sister very well. I was able to visualize the things mentioned such as the glass falling to the floor. I was aslo able to feel how much she wanted to help her sister, by stopping her father.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
#4 a beautiful view
This is a beautiful picture.Imagine waking up in the morning and looking out the window to this view.
In my senior year of high school my parents to me on a trip to Hawaii it was so beautiful that i cant even begin describe it. The view from my room was very similar to this picture, being in a place like that just makes you relax and be happy that you can see such things. To feel the wind and the sun is such a blessing, and there are no bugs!
Just seeing such a picture makes me feel serene and peaceful.
#3 some thoughts(love n money)
A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night.
Marilyn Monroe
Whats a star when its most important fan is missing?
Drake - Say Something
These two quotes are by two completely different people but they have a very similar meaning. Both realize that no matter how much fame you acquire you can still be lonely and money, fame doesn't always make you happy.
Its funny to me because people always struggle with these two things
However money and fame are harder to come by for most people.
Figuring out what I want to do with my life and being more focused makes me put love and such things on the back burner and become more centred on my goals and success. Knowing that when I make it I can find somebody to share in my riches with me.
I don't believe you should have to give up something you have to get something you want. I would love to have a person in my life to push me and be there thought the journey with me but it doesn't always work like that.
If you do have somebody in your life like that then take the journey to success together!
The lucky ones are those who have great love and just as equal success I hope to have that one day.
Marilyn Monroe
Whats a star when its most important fan is missing?
Drake - Say Something
These two quotes are by two completely different people but they have a very similar meaning. Both realize that no matter how much fame you acquire you can still be lonely and money, fame doesn't always make you happy.
Its funny to me because people always struggle with these two things
- money and love
- love and money
However money and fame are harder to come by for most people.
Figuring out what I want to do with my life and being more focused makes me put love and such things on the back burner and become more centred on my goals and success. Knowing that when I make it I can find somebody to share in my riches with me.
I don't believe you should have to give up something you have to get something you want. I would love to have a person in my life to push me and be there thought the journey with me but it doesn't always work like that.
If you do have somebody in your life like that then take the journey to success together!
The lucky ones are those who have great love and just as equal success I hope to have that one day.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
cardboard box
If I could take these off put them in a box wrap them up tie it with a bow put some rubberbands and tape aournd that box then put that box on the tippy top shelf of shelves that I've never seen and will never see again I would...Forget feelings and emotions.
Ill just live as a cold hearted heartless chick only looking out for self that would be they enjoyment of my life. But I wouldn't enjoy it because I wouldn't have feelings--- contradiction. I can never win
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
1.Ms. Avery
I cant share everything but let me tell you a few things about me.
My name is Cydney Avery I'm currently 20 yrs old. I'm originally from New Orleans, Louisiana
I've been living in Paulding County,Ga since I was a Little girl.
I currently attend the University of West Ga. where I'm a 3rd yr...I'm majoring in mass communications(which is my 3rd major change) and I minor in creative writing.
"When i grow up" I plan to be a millionaire! I currently dabble in a few different things of course writing. But i love fashion. One of my dreams is to be a stylist or work for Mattel creating barbies. I've recently began my plan with other family
members toward owning my own boutique, and writing books, movies. I'm also working with a friend writing songs (be on the look out for that lol)
My goal for this year is to become trilingual.
I have a very busy mind so I love writing because it slows me down and allows me to get alot of things outta of my head so i can focus.
O If I'm acting really hyper just assume I drank coffee!
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