sat practice essay

so, this was just a fast little essay mr. watson decided to make us do yesterday.
we only had 25 minutes to write it, and this is what i came up with:

i do not think the media determines what is important to most people, however i think that the media influences what is important to most people.
on blog sites, such as myspace or facebook,or even this one, many people have multiple pictures of themselves, family, and friends all over their site. before i had a myspace, i didn't take too many pictures of myself or my friends. but after i became a myspace member, i noticed myself taking more pictures to post on my page. whenever i took a funny picture with my friends, i would say, "myspace!", meaning that that picture would get posted on my page. even though i've taken more pictures since i got a myspace, i don't set up dates just to take pictures for myspace. i let the pictures happen, and then think about posting them on myspace.
when i see ads in magazines with slim, tall, gorgeous girls, i admit i become quite jealous and self conscious. before i read magazines, i was perfectly fine with my body, and had high self esteem. but once i started reading magazines, i realized how opposite i was from the models. i see saw myself as short and chunky, not slim and tall like the models. i became more self conscious and worries about how i looked more often. even though i was worried about my appearance, i didn't become overly obsessive. i've never had an eating disorder, and i never will because for one thing, i love food, and for another, even though i worry about my body, i'm fine with it most of the time.
i watch many types of movies, but mostly chick flicks. they influence me a lot,but don't completely determine what's most important to me. after watching a chick flick, i usually catch myself talking how the characters did in the movie, or recalling how extremely adorable some skirt was. yet, i never find myself going out to buy that skirt, or continue talking the way the characters did. i might find myself quoting the movie when the time is right, or trying on that exact cute skirt if i happen to come across it by accident. but, i never find myself purposefully trying to be just like the characters in the movie.
overall, then media somewhat influences our decisions and makes us re-think what's important to most people. although they don't change us completely, they change us a little.

i just realized how extremely crappy this essay is, and my only excuse is that we had only 25 minutes to do it...unless saying that i suck at analytical writing counts as an excuse...?
em...♥

pressure

in class on friday, mr. watson was talking about how he keeps bragging to everyone about how great all our blogs are. a bunch of my classmates, including me, felt pressured. we wanted to make our posts look smart and nice, so when plenty people saw our blogs, we wouldn't appear stupid. basically, we wouldn't be ourselves. mr. watson told us not to do that and not change anything about our blogs. this got me thinking... why do people change so much for other people? because, when you think about it, life is all about changing for other people. when i'm around my mom, i don't drag my slippers on the ground, cause i know she hates that. i'm changing for her. when my friend natalia eats with me, she's making an effort not to smack her lips, cause she knows i hate that. she's changing for me. but, in both these situations, the people change because another person asks them too. what are the other reasons people change? ...the media? ...friends? ...what they're told/what they hear? ...what they see? ...self-conciousness? another question...if all we do in life is change for other people, every time we change... ...don't we become less and less of an individual? em...♥

view from above

okay, so this whole view from above... we're supposed to pick a special place and give a detailed description of it from "above"...at first i thought, above?! and then i thought, what special place am i going to describe?! so, i was stuck from the beginning, pretty much. well, for my special place i chose a theatre. theatre is someplace really special to me, and i feel so comfortable and at home whenever i'm onstage. my current stage is at mamiya theatre (saint louis school) for beauty and the beast. the stage has so many colors, you get slightly dizzy staring at it for too long. it starts with a bright yellow-ish orangey oval centerstage. it stretches further stage right and left than downstage and upstage. (some people might have absolutely no clue what the hell i'm talking about, cause this is all theatre lingo) the comes a dark but bright deep blue, but not indigo. then a warm red, but not deep, and then a green-turquoise kind of color. after these colors finish, two black lines extend outward on each side downstage and upstage from the oval. the warm red in the middle, followed by the yellow (my personal favorite) on either side, and then the yellow column followed by the blue. it literally looks like rainbow shave ice, cause you can see the primary colors the most, but if you look closely, you can see the secondary colors in between. it's awesome. the theatre smells like wood and paint, because that's basically what the set's made out of. it also smells faintly of carpet cleaner, because the carpets just got shampooed. it often smells like a mix of trident tropical twist gum (courtesy of emily-me, myself, and i), plate lunch, pizza, and arizona iced tea, which is always at the theatre. you hear lots of laughter and music, voices streaming though every crack in the walls because we sing super loud. the occasional swear word is heard by a few ears--or many many--and tons of shuffling and rushing. you probably still can't visualize it that well, but there's not much more to say about the theatre... em...♥

simple things

so, i've always thought that the simple things in life were really the ones that made the difference, and i haven't really proved it until right now. i just got out of the shower, and had to come and write cause my brain was gonna explode from all the thinking i was doing... so, i was in the shower, and i noticed that there wasn't that much water coming out from the shower head and it took me about three minutes just to get my hair wet, when it usually only takes about thirty seconds. and, i burst out in tears. at first, i had no clue why, but then i looked back on my day... *i STiLL haven't found my geometry book since a few weeks ago, so i have to do all my math homework at school with someone else's book, and i get super stressed out when i don't finish my homework for that day *i have a band concert tomorrow and sunday morning, and i'm stressing out about that cause i've hardly practiced, but i guess i set myself up for that one... *i had to sing in front of people and have them criticize me *i forgot my judge dee book at school, and i need to have it completely read by wednesday *my weekend is going to be hell because i'm going to be doing band stuff, working, and rehearsing all weekend, and i would be doing homework, but i can't because my judge dee book is not with me *i was tired after my three hour beauty and the beast rehearsal, and then i had to go to another one *while getting out of the car, it started to pour, i had an open bag with clothes and paper inside, and i realized i need twenty-seven more arms to survive in this world *my parents got mad at me for not having my judge dee book and geom book *and last, my shower water wasn't coming out strong enough all of these things are SO tiny, and they don't even matter, but added up, they make me stress like crazy... but, there's another side to this...simple things also make me happy! the best thing in the whole entire world is when i'm at a chinese restaurant, and it's family style, so there's that huge turning circle with all the food on it. and, i start turning the table and so does the person across from me, and i stop with the dish i wanted in front of me (usually beef and broccoli) and i say, "oh, sorry, what did you want?" and the person opposite me says, "this," and it's the one right in front of them (let's say fried rice). so, it just so happens to work out that what i wanted lands right in front of me and what they wanted lands right in front of them...i absolutely LOVE that feeling... so, i think the simple things make the biggest difference in the world, and i feel better now that i've written this...see how simple that was? just me sitting and typing on a keyboard, getting my thoughts and feelings out...simple and rewarding em...♥

privacy

so...commonplace entry time...and, i have absolutely no clue what i want to write about...i'm still having trouble with my this i believe, cause i don't know how to use garage band or any of that good stuffs...
anyways, i was wondering how many people like this blog thing...cause i think it's a cool idea, but it's so open to the public. and, mr. watson explained how we can just publish certain entries as a draft, but it still feels so public and vulnerable...
even though it's a very cool idea, i enjoy writing a lot more than typing, and to do this blog thing, you always have to be at a computer. and, unless you have a laptop--which i don't, may i add--you can't curl up in a warm blanket and write in your commonplace book while lying on your stomach, you know what i'm saying?
i guess i just feel that our commonplace should be more private, and tangible...
privacy is a big thing in my life, and i know that someone could easily peek in my commonplace book if it were a notebook, but people can also hack onto blog sites...and you wouldn't be able to tell if it was a different person as easily, because for a blog, you type. and, everyone has the same handwriting when they type, cause it's made for you already.
where as if we had commonplace notebooks, you would be able to tell if someone wrote in another peron's commonplace notebook because the handwriting would be different...
i like that the blog idea is different, and something new, but there's a reason why people still use notebooks for journals after many years, and it's because they're more private
em...<3

help, please

okay, so...i need some major help on my this i believe, because i have absolutely no clue on what a want to write about... i kinda want to write about how i believe dancing is so much harder than everyone thinks and why, but i don't know how to analogize (is this even a word???) it... i want to say dancing is hard because it's not only a sport, despite what everyone thinks, it's also an art form, so you need to entertain people while sporting. you also need to wear the most uncomfortable clothing and make-up. you dance on your toes all the time and have to deal with unbearable pain. the average dancer has 49 fractures she DOESN'T know about. this is just some of the information i want to use, but i need help getting started...please help me! em...<3