AP Lang. and Comp. #6

This video uses a lot of exaggeration to make it humorous, for example, the geeks at 0:48 or 1:27, even the craziest of nerdy weirdoes don’t act like that. VenetianPrincess also uses excessive amounts of stereotypes.  The spoof is made even funnier by the fact that her target audience actually agrees with what she is saying to a point. She expects the geeks seeking like minded geeks to be watching to be nodding in agreement, snickering or laughing outright, but nodding in agreement. Come on, arrogant self-enamored jock vs. young cool thinking spock?

trekkies for ever . . .

Creative Writing Club intro

Blank and empty

Desolate and alone

Barren and solitary

 feeling that would have crashed

like a wave on the rocky shores

If not the absence of feeling

Derrive of emotion

Past the border of calm

unresponsive, uncaring and stoic

sitting the there

in the middle of the room

there and not

listening to everything

but not caring to retain

or recieve any of the information

Past the point of infuriating

seemingly infinite rage

Past the point of unyeilding

and melancholic emotional unrest

Unfeeling towards the sharp

and pain causing words that slash

like knives upon deaf ears
unspeaking tongues and blind unseeing eyes

I suppose this should be an intro or one of the forever loved 'about me' pages, but do you really need to know about me to know that I write, or to judge my writing? If I tell you about myself before you read, are you not, on some subconscious level judging me?
You'll most likely say no, but some thing as simple as the fact that am constantly by myself or dislike people in general changes they way you would see me by myself or read something I write about solitude. Why read an 'About Me' page if you've already formed your opinion?



#4 AP lanuage and Composition

Confusion
I apologize ahead of time for the way this will come out, but I never really get confused. Confuzzlification, discombobulation, what ever you want to call it is one thing that really bothers me, so I make it a priority to not be confused as much as possible. The only instance that comes to mind where I was confused was when my father died. I'm not even sure if you would call it confusion, it was more like shock. It this point I didn't know what my father looked. When my mother told me I wasn't even remotely upset, I didn't understand why it was so important. 'I didn't know him. So what?' Family members kept apologizing and trying to comfort, I really didn't understand why. I must have remained in that fog-like state of denial for awhile. Constant confusion. It didn't hit me until later. Much later. Two weeks later.  Suddenly I was upset.  I was distraught. The confusion was gone but the fog still reached across the vast expanses of thought settling into the crevices of my mind.