Monthly Archives: July 2011

At First Sight

I fell in love when I was in France. It was one of those moments when just the right amount of beauty and sparkle catches your eye from all the way across the room and your jaw drops and you try to prevent yourself from gasping, but you can’t.

My heart was beating fast as I started my approach that was quicker than a walk, but still slower than a run. I had spotted a Lancel BB handbag for the first time in Marseille’s Gallerie du Lafayette mall. It was more beautiful than any French men or boys I had seen in the country thus far. It was the perfect shade of pink, which went perfectly with the white accents on its handles and edges. I was in heaven. I needed that bag.

Then I made a devastatingly tragic mistake. I checked the price tag. Nine hundred and eighty Euros. This handbag was $1,000. I had to do that thing you do at stores when things are too expensive, but you don’t want to admit that to the saleswoman that just saw you practically run over here.

I desperately tried to come up with something that was wrong with it, some reason that made it not worthy of what until now I thought was a rather expensive and impressive collection of designer handbags that I already own. I came up with nothing and had to resort to Plan B: pretend to be distracted (“Ooh look! Marc Jacobs!”)  and run away.

I snuck back later and took a picture. If pink’s not your thing, they have a huge variety in other color combinations, each one equally perfect. Google at your own risk.

Oh, and the BB? It stands for Brigitte Bardot, of course. They’re obsessed with her over there, especially in St. Tropez. And when reading UC Cosmo on the plane I saw the phrase “Bardot beautiful” used at least five times.

Anyway, I’m keeping the picture for myself. Someday that bag will be mine.

Fun With Dialogue

[I wrote this with my friend Clarissa in our Creative Writing class to practice integrating dialogue correctly.]

“Hello,” said Ms. Madison, startled to see her student Jeffrey outside class.

“Hello,” said Jeffrey. He wasn’t used to seeing his teachers outside school, especially at 11:00 on a Saturday night.

“Well,” Ms. Madison said, awkwardly standing up straight and folding her arms across her body.

She looked around awkwardly as Jeffrey responded “Well, what?”

Ms. Madison glanced behind him and saw Jeffrey’s friends checking out her coworkers. “How did you guys get in?” she asked.

Jeffrey shrugged, fingering the fake ID in his pocket. “There isn’t really anything else to do in this town on a Friday night.”

“Still,” his teacher said. “I didn’t expect to find you here.”

“Sure tells us something about each other doesn’t it?” He said as she returned to the stage.

She turned her head and said, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He looked around at the strippers on the poles and gestured to her lack of clothing. “Oh come on!”

AP Poetry Essay (an analytical writing sample)

Many argue that humans fear the dark for the same reason we fear death; it contains the unknown. Not knowing the possible challenges we face is, for some, even worse than being sure of the ones we do. Thus, darkness and night, as well as the reactions of people in relation to them, have been popular themes of poems and other written works throughout the years. Two such works: “We grow accustomed to the Dark” by Emily Dickinson and “Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost examine humans’ responses to the night that surrounds them. While Dickinson’s poem uses darkness to reflect an unfamiliar or unfortunate situation a person might face, Frost’s vision of night is that of an environment of isolation; both poems, however, use night as an obstacle to whoever must face it.

For Dickinson, this obstacle is uncertainty, or unfamiliarity of a situation. The speaker does not analyze one event, but responds to the behavior of people in general, using an objective observational tone. “We grow accustomed to the Dark–” the first line, is an excellent example of this attitude that the speaker takes. She is commenting on the behavior of people and then proceeds to examine details of the night that back up her point. These details are mostly descriptions of people’s reactions, using diction that paints vivid images of various movements and actions. When describing people’s behavior, Dickinson uses phrases such as “we uncertain step” and “grope a little” to give a physical visual but also a metaphorical representation of how people respond to unfamiliar situations awkwardly and uncertainly at first, but then inevitably come to adjust to them the way our eyes adjust to the dark.

The speaker in Robert Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night,” however, has a different attitude. While darkness is still used as an obstacle challenging the narrator, rather than a mere unfamiliar situation, the darkness here is a metaphor for the speaker’s feeling of complete isolation in a sometimes dangerous world. Rather than commenting on behalf of all people, the speaker refers only to what he has experienced personally with respect to the night. The imagery is much more visual than “We grow accustomed to the Dark–” describing sights the speaker specifically takes in. When he refers to “the furthest city light,” the speaker is saying he walked to the outskirts of the city, where civilization is more spread out, but he is at the same time commenting that he has been to places that isolated him, where his only acquaintance was the night in which he was submerged.

Both poets address the night as an obstacle in this fashion, making its existence almost an event in and of itself, but Dickinson’s attitude toward it seems much more confidant in the capabilities of man. Frost, on the other hand, uses night to represent the painful experiences the speaker has had, looking back at them with the attitude of a grizzled war veteran. Both ideas, however, offer some amount of solace. Neither poem paints the dark as an obstacle that is impossible to overcome, no matter how much we fear it.

On Being Where You’re Not Supposed to Be

As promised, here is the story about how I got prime seats to the Eureka and Warehouse 13 panels,  and then in the FIFTH ROW for True Blood 🙂

Basically, while my cousin and I were waiting in line, we made some friends from U-Dub and were playing some card games having a grand old time. Meanwhile, my Aunt went to go get some food. On her way back apparently some kid collapsed right outside Ballroom 20, the place we had been waiting for over 4 hours to get into. So, being the decisive action-taker she is, my dear auntie used this diversion to sneak into the room that wasn’t taking any more people and save us three prime seats right in the middle of everything.

The moral of the story? Take action take action take action. And always pretend like you know exactly what you’re doing and that this is where you’re supposed to be. This is the strategy that put me on the red carpet at the Cowboys and Aliens premiere and allowed me to meet Olivia Wilde 😀

Comic Con. Oh yes.

I stole my cousin’s computer while she’s sleeping in the other room so I can give a very basic summary of the horrendous lines and amazing people I’ve gotten to see yesterday and today. I promise when I get home I’ll upload the picture of me with Grant from Mythbusters (!) and our very up close and personal view of the cast of Dexter (!!!) that we saw during their panel yesterday.

Now, this is my first year attending Comic Con, so Amanda (my cousin) and I had no idea what to expect. We perused the schedules and decided that the TV panels seemed most appealing. After waiting in a line that wrapped around the Port of San Diego (this is going to become a common theme, lines) we received our passes for Thursday only and went to go line up to enter the infamous Ballroom 20.

Now we thought our line yesterday was long but today it wrapped around the building, twice as long as it had been before, which led us to suspect that we had inadvertantly “cut” some people, but it was innocent, I promise, and enabled us to make it into the Ballroom in time to see the panels for Burn Notice, Covert Affairs, Psych (they were hilarious and by far the most amazing of the day. We got shirts. I’ll post the pictures when I get home), Game of Thrones (which I know I’m going to be hooked on the second I start reading the book), the new series Ringer with Sarah Michelle Gellar, and some Showtime shows including Shameless, a new series called Homeland (which looks epic) and–last but not least–DEXTER. It was brilliant and worth the fact that we didn’t leave that Ballroom from 10am to 8 that evening.

Getting good seats was the tricky part, but I’ve become an expert and am considering a career as a paid professional at getting better seats in Comic Con events or something. This “Popular Culture” (I guess it’s not just for nerds anymore) Convention is not for the faint of heart or the straight laced. Stay tuned till tomorrow when I’ll tell you how my Aunt used a medical emergency to secure us great seats for today’s True Blood panel.

Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town

(Here’s a short story I wrote for my Creative Writing final to prove that I’m back on track! The assignment was to write a short story based on a well known poem.)

No one blushed as she read the letter. The things Anyone said in it made her heart race. He talked about the little things that made her beautiful and the memories he had from the first time they met to their first kiss. She almost gasped when she read the last line.

“I love you with my whole heart,” it said. No one wondered if it was possible to die of happiness. This was the first time Anyone had told her he loved her. Though he wasn’t present to hear, No one whispered into the empty room that surrounded her, “I love you too.” She couldn’t wait to see Anyone so she could tell him in person. She would tell Someone tomorrow morning, but for now she just wanted to sleep and dream. It was the best Valentine’s Day ever.

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” Someone said when No one told her all about the letter the next day. “I wish Everyone did things like that for me! But I’m lucky if he remembers my name in bed.”

No one laughed. She knew Someone was just joking, but she also knew that she was being serious at the same time. Things this perfect don’t last forever, “but for me they will,” No one said.

Someone looked confused. “What?” she asked.

“Anyone and I will always be in love. We’ll be the one pair in this town that will last.”

Someone put her hand on No one’s arm. “You know what, honey?” she said. “For anyone else, that would be just talk, but for you two, I believe it. Have you told him that?”

No one blushed. “No,” she said. “I haven’t talked to him since last night.”

“Oh girl,” someone said. “You need to get on that! He’s probably so nervous and just dying to know what you’re thinking right now.”

“I know,” No one said. “But I don’t know what to say!”

“Just tell him what you told me. It’ll be fine.”

No one thanked her and turned to leave. Someone was right; she needed to see Anyone right away.

“Oh and No one,” Someone said.

No one turned around.

“Thanks for reminding me what… what it’s like.”

No one smiled. “Of course,” she said. “What are you going to do now?”

“I’m going to call Everyone,” Someone said. “We’ll plan a super romantic night. It’ll be just like old times! Just like,” she paused. “Just like you guys.”

“Thanks for being honest with me,” No one said. “Tell me how it goes, okay?”

“Of course!” Someone told her. “Now go talk to your man! He needs you.”

No one smiled again, then turned to leave. She was so glad she had Someone to talk to.


I’m sure you have been just dying to know where I’ve been and longing to chastise me for not keeping up with my posts as religiously as I have been, and now you will know the reason I have been MIA for the past three weeks: I have been in France! Yep, I was visiting my dear friend Agathe, who lives in St. Tropez, but I’m back now, and with more inspiration for writing than ever (and I still have a few pieces from Creative Writing I’d like to share).

I’m still going to be insanely busy this week, however, because I’ll be attending Comic Con!!! Yep, I’m home for a full 25 hours before I have to jet off to San Diego, but I have a feeling it will be well worth it. I’ll share news about the people I meet and promote my writing like crazy. It’s going to be a blast.