My Life
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Irony is 1984
Reflecton "War Is Peace"
Relation "Winston"
In the novel 1984 by George Orwell the protagonist named Winston Smith, who lived in a time period where London, England which is known as Airstrip One, Oceania, was living in a dystopian society. I can relate to Winston when he writes in his diary. He keeps a diary that he writes in and he keeps it a secret because it can have him vaporized. Because of that, he writes in a corner so that the telescreen cannot see him when he writes in the diary. Whenever I write something I'm always self-consciences if someone I know reads what I wrote. My blog is something that I write that people read but, most likely the people reading it do not know me personally. I always feel that whatever I write is not entertaining or it is idiotic. When I write an essay I have my mom or sister read it to make sure it's okay. But, I leave the room and ask them to proof read it and hand it back to me when they are done. When I was around the age of 10 I had to write a short story, it was the only story I have ever written. It was called Halloween, which is kind of ironic because when I was that age I was deathly afraid from anything remotely scary. I would not go to any haunted houses or walks. Hence, I can relate to Winston Smith because he writes in a dairy and keeps to himself just like I do. Pursuing this further, you can see how my personal life can relate to a character in the novel 1984. When Winston sits in his corner and writes in his diary so that the telescreen cannot see him, it relates to me to how I write things and keep them to myself even though his life is on the line, if caught.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Heroes
Monday, November 12, 2012
Fear
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Cemeteries
Today I have decided to post from my phone. It might take me a little longer to write it but I'm sitting in the backseat a little bored. This weekend I'm staying over at my dad and Grandma's house and visiting. Today I was cleaning her windows, inside and outside. I had just finished before it started to pour outside. I like staying at my Grandma's house, it's somewhere that I can get away from my house and relax and not worry about chores. Another reason I love visiting my grandma is that my dad cooks every morning on the weekends and makes me eggs, toast, sausage, and sometimes bacon. When I'm at my Grandma's house I'm usually watching the food channel or CSI. But our (me and my grandma) favorite show is BBT or The Big Bang Theory. It's even better when I visit in the summer because my dad goes to work. So, my grandma doesn't care if I sleep till noon as for my dad, I had to get up at 8:30am today. My dads mom is the only grandparent I have left. Today we (me, my dad, and my grandma) are going to cemeteries to visit my great grandparents and my grandfather. Every year we go and put wreaths in front of their graves. As I write this we are on our way to the second cemetery. I don't remember anything about my great grandparents, but I remember something about my grandfather. My mom's parents have already died. I used to love going to their house in the city. But what made it even better is that my cousin Amber lived there with them. So I always had someone to play with. I've seen that I haven't really show emotion about them. Mostly because I don't really tell people how I feel. I mostly talk to one of my closest friends that I can tell anything. When I went to both of my grandparents on my moms side I didn't show any emotion until later when I would just burst out crying. Today I found out that my great grandmother died on my birthday in 1971. My birthday is September 11.