Tuesday, March 9, 2010

importance of nothing

After years of riding his skateboard everywhere he went one day when he was cruising down the street on his way to work when the board broke into three pieces; at a loss he walked back to his house. At first he didn't realize what had happened he just kind of blocked it out. No one from his worked called to check on him they just assumed he was sick. He sat at his house in his big white chair looking at the roof listening to music when he realized he needed to get another board, but where could he find a handcrafted masterpiece like the one that had recently broke. He called the one person he knew could do such a thing, his name was Ras Trent.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Important something

His Skateboard is the most important thing to him. Without out his skateboard he gets nowhere. It is a regular skateboard with the line " worth is of the heart and mind not the pocket" on the bottom. He has this board since he moved to the city and to him it is something that has never abandon and will go anywhere with him.

Character

Its a young man alone in a big city, in a bigger world. Lost in everything around him unable to involve himself in the social world. he is an average looking guy standing at 5'11, short blond hair, he commonly is seen with his hands in his back pockets usually not seen looking at people in the eyes but as though he was staring directly through them as though they were not there at all. His clothing was casual never showing interest in looking fancy, but at the same time he made sure to be appropriate. His home did not reflect what people saw during the day, it was filled with eccentric art, loud music, stacks of books, and photos of his past. His day to day schedule rarely changes and he rarely speaks to anyone, but in his head every day is a new adventure. While so many question if he is even capable of socializing he questions what is wrong with everyone else and laughs at them loudly inside.

Monday, March 1, 2010

skiers are awesome and totally radical!

Oh how i love skiers, the way they flow and weave across the entire slope making sure to cross everyone's path causing them to have to fall or swerve. The way every man skier attempts to look as intense as he can, frightening every inch of any viewers body as the skier goes down the most extreme hill side by side with all the small children. As the wind blows through the long hair of rich man with nothing better to do, but go as slow as possible while still making sure to look affluent and skilled, he comes to an abrupt stop shooting snow into the air and letting out a loud grunt catching the eye of every woman. Skiers are the coolest people in the world without a doubt.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

My love Note

My Love, as I look into your eyes i see blue skies, cascading off of your blond hair. When I am with you a peaceful silence comes over the room even at it's loudness moments. Nothing else matters, and all the hardship of the day is gone and i am in a state of bliss with my vision seeing nothing but your beauty. I can think of no one else, I am at a loss when you are not around as I struggle to make it through the day. The Glow from your mind and thoughts bequeath mine with affection on a unexplainable stratum. I fear thou feelings towards me differ from my belief but the questioning of such thing ambles through my mind aimlessly.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Tatiana love letter

Tatiana shows her true emotion in the letter, and at the time just expressing your love through a letter was forbidden. She took it a step further and went into detail of her feelings. I cant tell if her emotions are true love or lust. When she writes the letter to onegin she has hope he will like her too, but at the same time she feels nervous and unsure of how he may react. in a way throughout her letter it seems like onegin has been leading her on, but i do not feel that way i feel that she just told her self he was so she would feel better about sending the letter to him. Her true emotion is all blurred but her obsession so the true emotion is unreadable.