I chose to do Personal Renditions of the Sacred. The way the format is set up is sort of like my life sporadic random but with meaning. I think everythings interesting. So i think this format would best suite my style.

I was in 10th grade and my friend jessey and I had drama class first period. We walked into class and noticed all eyes were on the tv, the world trade center had just been bombed. At first my immature, naive mind wasn't sure what to make of all this. we used the time in class to watch the news and discuss the event, but i didn't even pay attention. I suppose the magnitude of the event hadn't quite hit me yet. After class some people discussed it but at first the threat hadn't come to life yet. We'd soon discover that the first plane wasn't some freak accident, a second plane landed and now America was under attack. People were lining up at gas stations hoarding all the gas they could. The gas stations hiked up their prices, taking advantage of fear and chaos. The news reported continuously on the event, for weeks there would be stories and memorials immortalizing the people who where involved. On every vehicle a flag was displayed until it became faded and torn.

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People always warn to not text and drive, but perhaps the warning should be to not text and walk. It was a Friday night and my friends and I decided to be overachievers in the drinking department. It started early with a few drinks at the bar then we headed to a friend's bonfire. Along with the numbing affects of alcohol came a giant cloud of rain, that swallowed the fire and persuaded us to run to our next destination. We made our way down the block through a maze of apartments to our friend Brian's house. All the while I was on my phone talking, texting and messing with every application possible. I suppose i was getting ready to hit the send button when my forehead collided with the steel staircase to the apartment building. I fell back in agony. The next 45 minutes or so have been completely wiped from my memory. The next day my attire consisted of an icepak headband and a bandaid on the bridge of my nose. I still feel like an ass.

A scene from the movie Facory Girl

Andy bites his nails nervously, his pasty complexion is intensified by make-up he wears to cover his adult acne. He sits at the bottom of a grand wooden staircase covered with piles and stacks of books at various heights. Andy's bleach blond hair reflects the sunlight peering through the windows that provide the only light in the room. He stops biting his nails to twirl the phone cord around his fingers, "I Wonder if people will remember us?" he said in his monotone-like voice. "What, when were dead?" Edie replies, she's back at her loft in New York adjusting her crystal chandelier. Her eyes are covered in a massive amount of brown eyeshadow, her eyebrows intensified with a similar hue, although she is wearing too much make-up she still looks beautiful and glamorous. "Yeah," the monotone voice responds."I think people will talk about how you changed the world," Edie says, her voice is raspy, yet sexy and intriguing. "I wonder what they'll say about you in your obituary. I like that word." Edie lets out a small giggle at Andy's insignificant admiration of a word, has a seat and lites a cigarette smoking it as glamorous as possible. "Nothing nice I don't think." .. "Come on it would say Edith Minturn Sedgwick, beautiful artist and actress..." ..."And all around loon!" Edie interrupts with a small laugh. Andy continues, "Remembered for setting the world on fire..".."And escaping the clutches of her terrifying family..."...."Made friends with evveeerrry body and anybody.."..."By creating chaos and uproar wherever she went. Divorced as many times as she married, she only leaves good wishes behind," Edie laughs at her last installment and takes a drag from her cigarette,"that's nice isn't it?" "Well I hope I die first because I would be too sad if you died before me," Andy responds in a winy voice. Edie smiles again, unaware of how close her life is to the end.

the koala stalker

I must have been five or six years old when my step-uncle won a stuffed animal from a claw machine. It was the one I wanted and I remember being so appreciative of this gift. It was a creepy little koala bear, that sat on a set of blocks. Its eyes were a vivid green and made of the same thick plastic material that the balls from my hair ties were made from. I brought it home, and then brought it to sleep with me.
The next morning I woke up horrified, that thing, that sweet little koala bear had tried to kill me. I screamed for my mom and told her what happened in my dream. I had to go to the potty so I went to the bathroom, and when I switched on the lights, the koala attacked. It leaped on to me, and stuck its teeth into my neck. I was in tears and I couldn’t stop sobbing. My older brother over heard and wanted to comfort me too. “ Why don’t we just throw it in the trash, that way this can never happen.” My mother agreed and I remember chunking it with such force into the trash can. I felt satisfied and safe.
That night I had to go to the potty. I went to the bathroom, turned on the lights, and to my horror there it sat, looking at me with its stupid plastic eyes, waiting for me on the toilet. I screamed and ran out of the bathroom as fast as I could. Crying and scared for my life, I told my mother it had come back for me. And that is when I heard him, my brother, laughing hysterically, he was so proud of himself. He hadn’t been concerned for me at all. After I bravely discarded the koala, my brother went back and retrieved it. He knew I always had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and he wanted to make sure my dreams came true.
I’m not sure whatever happened to that koala bear, but I vowed never to own another stuffed koala again, and I never did.

Things I Will Never Do Before I Die.

My boyfriend Jeremy and I laid on a mattress in the living room floor. My body ached, my head felt swollen, and I had to face the fact that I would spend the rest of my weekend laying around trying to get well. I began having a stange euphoric feeling from the codeine-enhanced cough syrup, when I realized we had not completed our task of the day, "Things You Will Never Do Before You Die." It was time to come to terms with what I wouldn't accomplish before I died. I began reading aloud the list of items that we may never do before we died and contemplated each item. " Climb Everest... umm like to but no probably wont, .... learn Italian." I look over at Jeremy as he marked no without even a second thought. "You don't think that you will ever learn Italian?" he looks up at me and shrugs his shoulders, "No, probably not I don't have any reason why I would need to learn anything but English." " But what if we move to the Italian country-side.""Well I can speak English there too can't I?" by this point I'm completely turned off by his attitude, but i must get him to agree with me, its a strange complex, " I refuse to live somewhere and not learn their language, that's just like you not wanting to learn Spanish because you think we should speak only English in this country." He looks up at me again, with his pretty blue eyes and long lashes, that he strangely has the skill to bat, "ok babe, your right." and then he adjusts his answer. Yes, I won. Ok next item... " Have a sex change. ( Just for a day).." we both look at each other, I secretly want him to say "yes" so I can make fun of him later, but we both agree that going through that isn't for us and may be a little awkward. I continue down the list, "Collect stamps... that is something I'm sure I'll never do, I don't understand why you would want to do that." Jeremy nods his head in agreement, " Yea, I use to when I was little but I would never collect stamps." Jeremy crosses it off his list. " Wait, wait a minute, if you use to collect stamps when you were little then you already did it and you can't cross it off your list." I said. " Well, I didn't really collect stamps, some kid gave me like three stamps so I said I collected them," Jeremy argued in defense. I wasn't buying it. " You clearly said 'I used to collect stamps' so you used to collect stamps, I'm making a note that you lied and that you used to collect stamps.I'm not letting you get away with this." I made a note in the margin and another note in my head, won again! The codeine continued to influence me as we went further through the list, Jeremy began reading the list since I was beginning to lose consciousness. "Invent a cookie, Yeah I think I can do that, I make cookies all the time." as he said that i reminisced about the last batch of cookies he had made. It was shortly after Christmas and in his stocking his mother had given him a huge, thick, milk chocolate Santa. This Santa was so tough that once one our friend Cole decided to show off and break the Santa in half with one quick punch. Cole broke the Santa, but also ended up damaging his knuckles. So anyways, master chef Jeremy had bought a role of sugar cookie dough and decided to add a little pizazz to the cookies. He shaved the chocolate Santa and sprinkled the shavings atop the cookies before baking. So when Jeremy said he invented a cookie, I imagined the recipe like this: Ingredients one roll sugar cookie dough, one tough ass milk chocolate Santa. I'm not sure if it was the elixir I had taken earlier, or if I just think I am some comic genius, but i laughed so hard at the the thought of this. Every time I tried to compose myself and tell him I would burst into laughter. I laughed so hard it hurt, I could actually feel my stomach compressing, and the slight work out I was getting from laughing so damn hard. Jeremy smiled at me at looked at me with amusement. I kept telling him little parts of the joke at a time before breaking out in laughter once more. After many deep breaths and sighs, I was able to tell him, " and the recipe would specifically call for one chocolate Santa?" he asked before looking at me and undergoing the same torturous laugh. We then laughed together and I realized how great it was to share this moment with him before I die, whenever that may be.