courtneykiwi
I hate having to bargain for something, but one of my friends practically lives off of it. She'll try negotiating just about anything as long as it saves her a few cents. I find bargaining to be tedious, and I'd rather not by something over priced and move on then spend the time to bargain.
I knew a Russian boy named Petr. He was learning English because his father worked at an American Embassy in Russia. He was very interested in knowing what Americans thought of Russians, and asked me, so I told him common Russian stereotypes. Petr was a good sport and even thought they were funny. Russian stereotypes of Americans are funny too!
Many beginning writers have a problem with discovering what viewpoint they want to use when writing a piece of fiction. I feel it is arbitrary until you actually figure out what you want your novel to stand for, what your fiction says about the real world. Until then, don't even think about it. Just write what comes out of you. Concerning yourself with silly details will only muddle the point.
When people think of the word abroad, they usually think about going to a foreign nation or what have you. The word, however, makes me think of traveling around the seven seas. It makes me think of a boat, chiefly.
Hell and heaven are not so different. Both are abstract ideas that can be either very simple or very complex. Both exist in a hypothetical eternity, both are consequences, places or moments. We all have our personal heaven and our personal hell. They are polar opposites, yet, they aren't so different.
I thought my bonfire was going to be a big event. But it turned out to be sort of dry, everyone seemed a little tense. Especially the guy who "wanted nothing more than to see me again,"...maybe I shouldn't have invited him? Then again, it was nice to see him. I just wish we'd talk more.
The configuration of wax blocks in my sculpture say a lot about the emotions running through my head when I imagined it. However, I have yet to create it so the configuration will more than likely change.
I dwell on some thoughts for too long. I will pluck things out of my past and scrutinize it, trying desperately to figure out what the person really meant to say or do, or trying ti see what I could have done instead. But in the end, event's like that are what made the person I am today, and I quite like the way I am.
I almost choked on a cherry pit when I was a kid. I didn't eat cherries for years, until I turned 12, and I revisited the spunky fruit. From then on, I have enjoyed the deliciousness of pit-less cherries! I even went to the cherry festival up north.
I often try to surround myself with keen thinkers and reasoners. Otherwise my day is full of face-palming, jaw dropping (not in a good way), and over all sadness because of someone who has no will to learn. I want to have friends more intellectual than me, rather than friends who are content with only little knowledge. Sharp, bright minds are more interesting to chat with.
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