Creative Writing Final

Some of my favorite posts, this year has been, “ If you don’t know where you’re going, stop racing to get there.” I enjoyed writing this piece because it is slightly about my childhood, and it means something to me. I put a lot of work and emotions into this post and it has a lot of stuff about myself in it.

My second post that is most meaningful to me is “ Well, this is weird” is it about my past for psychedelics, which is a very important part of my life, that is sometimes really weird for me, but it is also apart of me still.

The third post is “untitled” but it was a post I enjoyed typing and thinking of, and it didn’t seem like work at all when I was creating it.

Some of the most interested and enjoyable post I have read, were on Emma’s page, they were all very unique. I also enjoyed reading my Glenda’s, and maddi’s posts on their blog.

When I made my “ Suggmaster” blog it was kind of for laughs. But that is my nickname, so I decided to make it Suggmaster’s blog. I have no idea who reads my blog lol. But anyone who happens to come upon my beautiful blog, they are very blessed. I would like mainly for all my Suggs to read this page, but I wouldn't mind if the whole world saw it, and were introduced to the Sugg way of life. I think I will continue posting to this blog, maybe I’ll post something to all my suggs, or I might just post a story, and or how I’m feeling at the moment.

My journal is full of class activities, some poems that I have wrote, a couple of stories, and whatever else I felt like putting in there. Sometimes I would just put a random journal entry about my life right now, struggles that I have, or a girl, and the struggles I usually have are girls so. I enjoy journaling, and writing out how you feel, I especially like dream journals. I think they are great. So, yes, I will be continuing my journal, and possibly start a dream journal if I can remember.

In the small garden

Full of misty, colorful flowers

We lie here alone

Thinking of past times

Wondering when things will be alright

Seeking acceptance from the sky

Opening up to myself

I cheat myself from happiness

I see myself fall into the pit

I call out to God

Hoping He’s listening

Time seemed to move slower, space started to close in, my mind began to race. I walked alone through the dead of night, searching for something that could never be found. I see something in nothingness if only you could picture this. I hear even the insects running, the birds swiftly flying away from my fictitious reality. What have I created? What have I become? And who is I?

All of my writing is creative, haha. On a more serious note, I didn’t get any huge revelations about my life during this class, but I did discover parts about myself that I did not know before. I also found that I do really enjoy writing stories and doing abstract things. The writing I do in this class simply comes from me, and it's real, I try to put no filter on my writing. (Excuse my language sometimes)

HELLO, fellow creative writing classmates of 2k15! I would thank all of you for putting up with me for a whole quarter class haha. But forreal it was fun getting to know some of you guys, and this was definitely my favorite class this semester. We made some good class memories and I wish you all the best, I hope you guys all find what you’re looking for in life.

It’s kind of sad to think this is the last day of this class, but I will surely see you all again, and I wish you all a MERRRYYYYYYYY CHRISTMASSSSSS and HAPPPYYYY HOLIDAYYYYYYS, enjoy your break guys, also thank you Mrs. Fraser for just being an awesome teacher. SHOUTOUT to Glenda Parsons, even though she is not with us today, she will forever live the hearts of the ones who knew her.

Revision post 2

Food, something that everyone enjoys, and also something that is a necessity to live. Food can be delicious, or it can be disgusting, it is definitely a personal opinion type of thing when it comes down to what food is “good”. The types of food people eat also vary on where they’re from and what their traditional foods are. There is food for the rich, and food for the poor, some people don’t care what they eat, while others will read every ingredient on the box before they put in their cart.

With so many variations of foods it is hard to tell where it all started. But today I’m going to tell you where it started for me. My first favorite meal i can remember is spaghetti, except when I was young I would never put the sauce, I would eat it plain. I loved eating mac n cheese, cheeseburgers, fries, and don’t forget the pizza. But as I grew up and became a more complicated individual, and so did my taste in food. I still enjoy pizza, and mac n cheese, but my taste for seafood, steak, and even spinach became much more prevalent in my life.

Talking about food like this might seem weird to you, but food is life yo, and it really has a lot to do with your life, and growing up as a child. Everyone has their own favorite foods, and some even share favorites but everyone will always their own signature taste.

Food is also a big part of culture. Every culture and nation has their own traditional foods that they make, every family has their own traditional dishes that they have been making their whole life and possibly learned from their parents, which learned from their parents. Food is something that connects us as a whole. Our family tree is remembered and carried on through the food that we make and eat.

Food is also something that can be comforting, it can be an addiction for some people, and something someone can’t seem to avoid to someone else. Food is a weird thing, but it has been apart of our world and daily lives for longer than I can remember, and for that it deserves some respect.

Revision post

It was a lonely night, which wasn’t uncommon for me. It has almost became routine for me to not talk to anyone for weeks, sometimes not even a smile will pass me by. It’s hard for people to understand strange, weird, or even different. People don’t like change, they don’t like to see other people that are strange to them. Humans enjoy being around other similar, like-minded people.

        Sadly, I was that strange, weird, and different person that nobody wanted to be associated with. I talked different, I walked different, and I even looked different. I wanted to have friends, but they certainly did not want me. The last time I had a conversation with another human was when I bought a meal from the local food supply, the lady told me that she was once like me but had changed herself to fit in to society because the loneliness became unbearable. We did not converse much after she said this.

        I started to think about this day more and more, as the days grew longer and longer. I began to see myself fading into nothing, my life has become without purpose, and I had no one to talk to about what was going on. All I ever wanted was just one friend, that wouldn’t care how I talked, walked, or looked. But that friend never came, and the torture of the waking up was beginning to be too much for me to handle on my own.

        I often dreamt of being “ normal “ or just fitting in, I had made it so important to me to be normal, that one day I decided to visit that lady at the store one more time. We talked for several hours about our lives, and she told me where I could go to become normal, a place called Fabricated Life. Before I left she also warned me, she said that I may regret my decision. At this point there was no holding me back, I must know what it feels like to fit in, be normal!

        The next day when I awoke I began the 6 mile walk to Fabricated Life. The walk was very lonely and for some reason I almost decided not to go. When I got there they told me that this process would take one hour and afterwards I would be completely normal, but this change was not reversible. I quickly signed the wavers and hopped into their machine that reminded me of an old shower stall.

All I remember after this is walking out of the place, I didn’t feel much different, but for the first time in my life, somebody smiled at me as I walking home. For the first time I didn’t feel completely alone. I went home and looked in the mirror to see that I looked like a completely different person, a “normal” person. I began doing “normal” things, actually talking to people and attending events, which don’t get me wrong took a long time to get use too. But one night after having dinner with a beautiful Norwegian lady named Aviana. I realized that I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I wasn’t myself, I had become what society wanted me to be. The people that I was talking to, the people that I liked and liked me. Weren’t actually talking to me, they were talking to a fake portrait of who I wished I was. They did not accept me for me, they accepted the fake image I had created of myself. I no longer wanted to fit in, I no longer wanted to be normal, I just wanted to be me. And Whoever loves me for me, that’s who I will be with, that’s who I will surround myself with. And that’s some real shit homie.

I woke up, looked in the mirror and was reminded again of the mistake I had made the day before. But the past doesn’t define me, and it’s time I do something for myself for once. So I got up, I punched that fucking mirror and said, I am who I am and nothing is ever going to change that. My looks don’t define me, how I talk, how I walk, it’s apart of me, but it is not who I am. I got dressed and ready for day and went on a walk along the beach near my house. As the waves moved slowly on and off the shore something caught my eye out in the deep abyss of the dark blue ocean. It was a sparkling light, slowly struggling to move across the waves, almost as if it was lost. Suddenly it became clear to me, we are a little light, trying to find our way through life, getting knocked down by the waves and struggles of life. But if we came together, and worked together, we could all be one big light moving through our lives, helping each other find our own path, and if we do this, we might just end up alright.

Food, something that everyone enjoys, and also something that is a necessity to live. Food can be delicious, or it can be disgusting, it is definitely a personal opinion type of thing when it comes down to what food is “good”. The types of food people eat also vary on where they’re from and what their traditional foods are. There is food for the rich, and food for the poor, some people don’t care what they eat, while others will read every ingredient on the box before they put in their cart.

With so many variations of foods it is hard to tell where it all started. But today I’m going to tell you where it started for me. My first favorite meal i can remember is spaghetti, except when I was young I would never put the sauce, I would eat it plain. I loved eating mac n cheese, cheeseburgers, fries, and don’t forget the pizza. But as I grew up and became a more complicated individual, and so did my taste in food. I still enjoy pizza, and mac n cheese, but my taste for seafood, steak, and even spinach became much more prevalent in my life.

Talking about food like this might seem weird to you, but food is life yo, and it really has a lot to do with your life, and growing up as a child. Everyone has their own favorite foods, and some even share favorites but everyone will always their own signature taste.

This is me, after society

This is me, trying to fit it.

This is me, eating lunch.

This is me, fabricated.

This is me, eating with my girl

This is hopelessness

This is depression

This is loneliness

This is emptiness

This is me, longing to be free.

This is me, breaking free

This is me, finally free

This is me, being me

This is me, and only me.

Flea market

Mr. Sugg was his name, if you ever saw him, you’ve probably talked to him, he is friendly to everyone he meets and treats people with great kidness. Sugg runs a flea market shop out of his little blue van. You may see him in California today, and Missouri tomorrow, he is constantly on the move around the world setting up shops for a couple days, maybe just a few hours even.

The majority of his supplies, were womens' accessories, he would occasionally have other random unique items that he would find in his travels. I would assume this man is very lonely at times, for he does not have a partner to travel with, but his business does bring company. But not the type of company he needed, Sugg  needed someone who would always be there for him, and would be okay with traveling with him and never really settling down until old age. He needed to feel love, not the fake smiles and handshakes he gets from the happy customers. Because their happiness is based of what he could provide and if they smiled at him it depended on if his product was enlightening to the users. And Sugg needed exactly the opposite, something real. Maybe that is why he travels around the world, looking for something real. Well, that's just my guess and until I meet him I’ll never know, but the thing is, this man is standing in the mirror.

Art Walk

Art Walk

The piece I decided to study was a piece with very many eyes, all different colors, shapes, and sizes. But they were all looking one way. This piece was very deep to me, I do not remember the name, just what it looked like and what it made me feel. I thought about it for a second, and I figured it out, whether this was the artists’ intention or not I believe I did get something out of this piece.

          The eyes are like us, humans, we all differentiate in many ways but are still the same as humans. We may be a different colors, we may be bigger than someone or smaller than someone, they might even wear a higher size shoe than you. But what you have to remember is none of that even matters, we are all connected and made to work together and support each other, alone we would never make it on this earth.

Big or small

Tiny or tall

Book smart or street smart

Talented or null

Chatty or quiet

Funny or dull

Brown hair or blonde hair

Why do we even care?

We should be loving each other

We should be helping each other grow

Not excluding someone because they weigh more

Or because they may talk different

Or Look different

What if you were that person?

Wouldn’t you just want to be yourself without worrying about somebody tearing you down for it? I would too, so next time think of you.

-Jesse

“If you don't know where you're going, stop racing to get there.”

            Ever since I was a child I had always been anxious to keep moving on the next thing in life and never really taking my time to enjoy the simple things in my life. The thing is I never knew what I was moving on to, and if I would even enjoy it like the previous things. That’s when it hit me hard, that not everything in life is easy, not everything in life is fun, not everything is life makes sense, and people aren’t perfect. I was 9 years old, the day my dad left me. Life was never the same after that, it was like a piece of me was missing, and the worst part was he never told me why he left. That father figure in my life had been removed in the worst way, even though my mom tried as hard as she could to keep me in line, she never could, and I cannot tell you how sorry I am for making my mom go through that. I never really “fit in” with the popular groups so I just kind of made my own and whoever wanted to be a part of it was welcomed warmly.

            The sad truth is I’m not the only person my dad left behind, he left my mom, and my brother Suge. But what I’ve learned and what I have realized is that my dad isn’t perfect, he’s just a man like me, we both make mistakes. No that does not make what he did okay, but it does make it understandable and relatable. People are always going to hurt you and let you down in life, and you just got to be able to accept that, and realize its life. Sometimes it may seem like nothing will get better, but that’s a lie and you know, eventually with time things will get better and YOU will get better, but only if you allow yourself too. I have kind of strayed away from my original topic about my life but that’s okay, because part of my life is dedicated to helping other people through experiences ive had in my life, that might help other people going through the same thing. With that said feel free to come and talk to me if your struggling and maybe you feel like you’re just alone, come talk, no I’m not some perfect person with all the answers, if anything we can help each other out, but I think that’s how it’s meant to be.

Well, this is weird.

Time seemed to move slower, space started to close in, my mind began to race. I walked alone through the dead of night, searching for something that could never be found. I see something in nothingness if only you could picture this. I hear even the insects running, the birds swiftly flying away from my fictitious reality. What have I created? What have I become? And who is I?

I slowly recollect my thoughts, and time seemed to a little more relevant to me. I observed and noticed that a spirit being was coming near me, I could feel her presence. Fearless I stood up and confronted this spirit, she was made up of energy and colors I had never seen before. The way she moved was like the waves in the ocean, graceful but mysterious.

I could tell there was something she needed to tell me. She came down from where she was hovering around me and became level with me. Her aura was insane, serious, and almost sad. She pointed to where her heart is, her heart was black, like some kind of evil had taken over her heart that was once like mine. Suddenly I realized this was a warning, I needed to leave this place immediately or I would become like her, I couldn’t let the evil of this strange trip take me over.

I thanked her, and I ran, I ran faster than I have ever ran before. Where was I going? I had no idea. Without warning the sky began flashing different colors of light, spirits were coming down from the sky in the thousands, all going in different directions, it was like all the elementary kids in the world were being released to recess.

I had no idea what to do, how could I let it go on this long? And get this bad, all these questions and much more were racing through my head as I had to decide what I was going to do. The spirits seemed to be getting closer and I was as clueless as a fish going for bait. All of a sudden it was made clear to me, this was not my psychical body, I had made it to the spirit realm. My mission began to get back, but as soon as I realized that I wasn’t in my body I was shot through a portal which seemed to go on hours, there was a lot of self-evaluation during this journey back to the human realm. As you would wake up from a peculiar or odd dream is how I came back into my body. I had made it back, but I was not satisfied, I felt incomplete, almost like a part of me was missing.

Time seemed to move slower, space started to close in, my mind began to race. I walked alone through the dead of night, searching for something that could never be found. I see something in nothingness if only you could picture this. I hear even the insects running, the birds swiftly flying away from my fictitious reality. What have I created? What have I become? And who is I?

I slowly recollect my thoughts, and time seemed to a little more relevant to me. I observed and noticed that a spirit being was coming near me, I could feel her presence. Fearless I stood up and confronted this spirit, she was made up of energy and colors I had never seen before. The way she moved was like the waves in the ocean, graceful but mysterious.

I could tell there was something she needed to tell me. She came down from where she was hovering around me and became level with me. Her aura was insane, serious, and almost sad. She pointed to where her heart is, her heart was black, like some kind of evil had taken over her heart that was once like mine. Suddenly I realized this was a warning, I needed to leave this place immediately or I would become like her, I couldn’t let the evil of this strange trip take me over.

I thanked her, and I ran, I ran faster than I have ever ran before. Where was I going? I had no idea. Without warning the sky began flashing different colors of light, spirits were coming down from the sky in the thousands, all going in different directions, it was like all the elementary kids in the world were being released to recess.

I had no idea what to do, how could I let it go on this long? And get this bad, all these questions and much more were racing through my head as I had to decide what I was going to do. The spirits seemed to be getting closer and I was as clueless as a fish going for bait. All of a sudden it was made clear to me, this was not my psychical body, I had made it to the spirit realm. My mission began to get back, but as soon as I realized that I wasn’t in my body I was shot through a portal which seemed to go on hours, there was a lot of self-evaluation during this journey back to the human realm. As you would wake up from a peculiar or odd dream is how I came back into my body. I had made it back, but I was not satisfied, I felt incomplete, almost like a part of me was missing.

As I reached into the bag of candy, I thought I heard a voice saying, “Pick me, pick me!” I noticed a small white square which seemed to be telling me to pick him. The voice was dark but friendly, “eat me, eat me!” It yelled as I almost choose a different candy.

It was almost midnight and most of my friends had already went home so I said why not and through the small white tab in my mouth. It didn’t really have a taste which through me off, wasn’t this supposed to be candy? Oh well, as me and my friend Tucker began our walk home, I realized that we both ate the same candy. We were both unsure about it but continued on our way. After about a half hour of walking I began to feel this energy building up inside of me and so did Tucker. Another 30 minutes pass and I began seeing things, like these waves of light move across the earth in this weird pattern of red, blue, and green colors. This was all very strange to me and my friend and we did not know how to take it all in.

Our minds started to think more clearly, a more vivid picture of what we wanted, our thoughts were going what seemed to be the speed of light and it was hard to control after a while. Somehow we ended up at park, it was 3 in the morning and it seemed like it was 3 in the afternoon. What our eyes saw that night no one will ever know but us. I could sit here and try to explain this night to you but unless you have eaten of this tiny white candy than you cannot understand. It changed my perspective on things, and whats around me. I do not think I will ever do it again though, it is not for me. Theres something dark, something almost sinister about this little candy, something I might not ever figure out.

Dan in real life

What are 3 tips you would give parents of teenagers?

1.     Never ever force something upon your children.

2.     Act like how you would want them to act.

3.     Let them be themselves, but only if it is their true self. Help them find their selves.

Can you know in three days that you love someone?

I think that depends on what you consider love is.

What is something most people don’t know about you?

I use to be a dedicated psychonaut. If you want to know what that is feel free to ask me.

Dan’s brother gets over Maria pretty fast. Have you ever had trouble getting over someone? Yes I’ve been hurt a lot and there are a couple girls in my life will always have a special place in my heart.

Have you ever done something to make someone jealous?

Yes, yes I have, let’s leave it at that.

Are you a good bowler? I’m decent, I’ll get a strike every once and awhile.

            I think the whole point to me about this movie is realizing that even kids and adults still struggle with the same stuff. And can learn and help each other both out. It’s kind of about the stupid stuff you do when you’re in love, and how sometimes the telling the truth is always going to be the best path to take.

My favorite movie is Transformers. This is pretty mainstream but I honestly couldn’t think of anything else I actually enjoy watching.

I usually don’t care for soft cheesy type of movies or chick flicks lol.

I watch movies probably every other week, a new movie once of month or so, just depends on what comes out and what I want to see.

Dark room a couple friends and lots of snacks.

• YOU ARE 42% EXTRAVERTED.
• You are moderate in activity and enthusiasm. You enjoy the company of others but you also value your privacy.
• YOU ARE 50% AGREEABLE.
• You are generally warm, trusting, and agreeable, but you can sometimes be stubborn and competitive.
• YOU ARE 83% CONSCIENTIOUS.
• You are dependable and moderately well-organised. You generally have clear goals and are able to set goals aside.
• YOU ARE 58% EMOTIONALLY STABLE.
• You are generally calm and able to deal with stress, but you sometimes experience feelings of guilt, anger and sadness.
• YOU ARE 58% OPEN TO NEW EXPERIENCES.
• You are practical but willing to consider new ways of doing things. You try to seek a balance between the old and the new.

:)