Fifty-Five - I want you to notice when I'm not around.

(Current Time: 9:49 Am, 2nd Blk)

(Current Sounds: ...well, something. I'm too tired to look--but can anyone guess? Its pretty obvious.)

Writing Prompt:

"Would you like to be famous? Why or why not? What you you like to be famous for?"

Its a big jump, being ordinary and plain Jane one moment and then suddenly sky rocketed to stardom. BAM, metamorphosis. To me, being famous is both the highest and quite possibly the most dangerous place to be.

Maybe most dangerous because you're prone to fall for the blindness of the so-called 'popularity' you obtain. But that's my simple opinion--its about the fact of being famous that befuddles me. 

I guess most people like the mindset that comes with becoming that sort of status: a lucky break, the perfect time to gain some spotlight time or just playing oblivious and truthfully wouldn't understand why it was THEM to be famous. Might be in my favor because its definitely a mood I'll intentionally use.

Being famous to me seems like a new habit, not a lifestyle. How could I act if I suddenly had "fanboys?" How would my social life be like if I was being followed by a swarming cloud of the paparazzi? To have a wardrobe for every hour of the day? To have agents yearn for my appearance for the jump on gaining big bucks?

It sounds scary, it sounds stupid...but it sounds AWESOME to get some fame, even for only 15 minutes.

When I'm under the state of extreme fatigue, I pretend I'm a famous stuntswoman, or the female equivalent of James Bond. I love spies. They have secret lives behind their sophisticated yet off-the-ropes ordeals. And plus its a killer job, literally. 

If I had that job for a day (making a movie in one day and gaining stardom in a New York minute?! Holy!), I'd be happy. But... doesn't action stars get injuries half of the time? D:

~kiwi  

Fifty-Four - YATTAAAA!

(Current Time: 11:45 Am, 3rd Blk)

(Current Sounds: ...well, something)

Quick Prompt:

"What is your favorite song and why?"

I have WAY too many to list, but my most recent one I've taken quite an obsession to is Yatta! by Happatai. The song, by the way means, "Alright!"--the Japanese equivalent to being good about everything. The whole song altogether is about happiness. When I first saw it, on video form, I was surprised to see the whole band singing in only underwear and cardboard green leaves covering their happy places. What was I going into? 
I then looked up the song's lyrics and its actually got a story behind it. It addresses that the world we live in is full of hard times--the economic recession, the wars, everything that summed up bad in our society. This whole song talks about just being happy with the simple things we still have, whether it be the morning sun greeting you everyday and having family by your side. Even breathing! "Yatta" is a salute to the troubles of today, and telling you to be happy with whatever you have--and plus, since watching that movie three weeks ago, I seemed to have a liking for green leaves now. Just not for clothes, that would be scratchy

Fifty-Three - Chores

(Current Time: 10:51 Am, Afternoon)
(Current Sounds: My mom bitching (not allowed headphones apparently at home))

Musings/Writing Prompt:

I hate my family life. Either I must be a very spoiled kid or my mom is testing me so hard enough to get through the nastiness of life. I DON'T know what she wants--but whatever it is, my patience is thoroughly starting to kill me from the inside.

My counselor, Siobhan, once told me to keep telling myself this phrase whenever someone told me I wasn't good enough--"I love myself no matter what I do, or what I believe in."

Good god. This phrase must be running 24/7 on my head whenever my mom's around me.

I don't know WHAT she wants. I try to do household laundry but sometimes she tells me things that I'm not aware about, stating in this sentence, "You SHOULD know by now, because you're an adult." How can I talk back when she apparently gave herself the 'Head' of the house?

She also makes me feel bad about my over-the-top stress. She says I have to discipline myself even when I'm doing. What the hell do you want from me? I'm already trying to to do enough effort as it is. And then she questions my abilities, thinking I can 'do better.' How can one deal with that everyday?! "Do better!" How?! I'm trying to do the job anyways, so why give me more to think about?

And just the way she sounds whenever she asks for our undivided attention. It fucking annoys me to no end. SHE thinks I'm being interrupted whenever she asks for a task. I just want to be left alone for my work--if I screw up this year, its going to me MY fault, not hers. I just hate it when she thinks she's taking all the fucking credit for herself, thinking that I never do anything. And she doesn't realize that I'm TRYING to work but she fucking interrupts me! Its a cycle I'm particularly keen on breaking.

God.

This is why I don't do weekend blogs. So, for this prompt episode, I'll be writing something VERY similar to this situation today.

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"What is the worst thing parents can do to their children?"

To not have any belief in their abilities.

A parent should be able to hold confidence in their kids, no matter what they do. They should know what their child's potential is, but they shouldn't judge it on their general mindset alone. Parents should be proud of their children from whatever they do for themselves, not slave them away to make the image the parents were visioning them to be.

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Any hints to improve my prompts? I know they should be longer...

~kiwi

Fifty-Two - Shine, O Misery

(Current Time: 9:16 AM, 1st blk)
(Current Sounds: Clamato Fever - Street Fighter II HD Turbo Collection)

Musings and a writing prompt:

Hoow-wee, its almost March. AND SPRING BREAK.

I HONESTLY CAN'T WAIT FOR SPRING BREAK. School is killing me, both from physical stress and my mental capacity. It freaking hurts just to remember updating this thing, but I do what I do ^_^ Blogs are supposed to be the center to vent anyways.

Anyways, for my Creative Writing class, we're now getting started with our Self-Directed Projects. I've decided to do it on writing prompts since everything else on the list of choices seemed more time consuming (One-Act Plays and Magazine Articles aren't my forte....).

I'm going to try to type one out each time I log in here, for practice. (Its not due in 4 weeks time, so I need to get my writing mind in sync again).

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"If I were on a deserted island, I would..."

If I were on a deserted island, I would first try to look around for any supplies to use for my advantage. I couldn't be just left with sand and surf now, would I?

I would have to fend for myself in case there were any animal predators out to get me. I would need to use any means of burnable material to make any makeshift housing and a bonfire for those long cold nights beside the beach. I would need to fish in order to get myself food. If i have enough supplies, I could make a boat to get myself off the island.

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....that's how bad I am at this. Only TWO paragraphs. *facepalms*

I'll work on more later.

-Kiwi