T.G.I.F.

Well, its safe enough to say that I am glad this week is over with. I had many obstacles that got in my way, and had to overcome. They were minor, but still annoying. Like the other day I had to take these molecule structures to my bio class and they were due THAT DAY. I get all the way to school, as in sitting in a parking spot which is very rare at 11:30, and had to go all the way back home because I forgot the stupid molecules, making miss most of my class. The day prior to that I had to get my phone number changed because my psycho ex boyfriend wouldnt leave me alone. Then, my comic relief wednesdays was interrupted by Obama's speech. Needless to say, it's not his fault, but it was still irritating. So with all of this drama in the past, I am ready for the weekend and preparing for a much needed girl's night tomorrow. One of my friend's boyfriends just broke up with her so we are going to dance off the tears :)

Correction to my folktale.

I forgot to say that the original "Why Does Chase Cats" folktale was written in a third person omniscient view. When I created mine, I tried to do it from Cat's point of view, but I'm not sure if I succeeded. Let me know guys :)

Why Dogs Chase Cats

Once upon a time, in a far away field, a dog and a cat met. They had been told many times by their parents that dogs and cats just weren’t made for each other, and they ought to not fall in love. This only made that happen faster, and before they knew they were seeing each other multiple times a day; Playing in the fields, chasing other animals, holding long conversations beneath trees. They would trade off back and forth. One night she would sneak off to his backyard and the next she would sneak him up into hers. Everything was going great. They loved spending time with each other. It may not have looked like they had a lot in common, but they did, and they didn’t care what the other animals thought.
Before they knew it, they had been dating a year and it was time to get a place of their own. In the first year of their relationship, they had dined out a lot, with getting to know each other and all. Dog had mentioned once that he would only marry his wife if she could cook really well. Cat hadn’t cooked a day in her life considering they had a maid to do that and was terrified that if she told Dog this new information he would leave her and she would forever be alone, never finding a love like theirs again. She lied through her whiskers and said that she could cook a mean steak and that he was not to worry one bit.
The day finally came when they moved in and Dog said, “Okay, Cat, I’m ready for that steak now.” The only thought that Cat had was that she had to make up something and quick, so her instant reaction was to fall to the floor and pretend like she had fainted. She did so, and he bought it. He pushed her over to the couch and told her not to worry about dinner, that he would take care of it and that she should just focus on getting better. She continued this phase for a while, and Dog didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He would go to work in the morning, come home at night, cook a nice meal and then they would spend time together. Dog had never talked negatively of this routine, so Cat started to get used to it, and figured that she would never have to learn how to cook. On the other hand, Dog was getting extremely frustrated by Cat’s actions. He paid the bills for her, put a roof over his head. He thought the least she could do was make him a nice meal after a long day’s work.
Cat repeatedly told him that she didn’t feel good or she was too tired, so one day Dog got sick of it. He faked Cat out and hid in the cupboard instead of going to work . The whole day he watched her play around the house and have a good time until about a quarter to five, when she would put on her “sick” face, anticipating his arrival. To fake her out even more, he ran to his neighbor’s house, called her and said that he wouldn’t be home until six and not to worry. Cat was enlightened by this because it meant that she could play some more before he got home. He slipped back in through the doggy door and took back his hiding spot in the cupboard. Fifteen minutes later, just as Cat was dancing into the kitchen, he popped out of the cupboard at her. She jumped fifteen feet and didn’t know what to think.
“Ha! I got you!” He said. “You’re nothing but a faker! Now you have energy to dance around the house and play, so why can’t you cook me a nice meal when I get home?” “Oh, Dog, I didn’t want you to find out this way, but I guess it’s now a time better than never,” she said looking at him through her tears. “I can’t cook, I’ve never been able to. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think you would marry me otherwise.” Dog sat there and thought for a minute, then he started to chase Cat. But, it wasn’t an angry chase like she thought, it was a love chase because he wanted to hug her and hold her in his arms. Ever since then dogs have chased cats, not because they don’t like them, but just the opposite.

My Favorite Folktale

Okay, it may seem cheesy, but Cinderella is my favorite folktale. What girl doesnt want the fairy tale prince to come running after her? I would watch this movie over and over when I was younger and my favorite part was when the the birds were putting together her dress. Every little girl wants the gentlemen that comes from a good family and that can financially support her. It's basically what were taught when were younger- to find a man that can love and support us, and of course be super cute. It's embedded in us and Cinderella really makes it come out. Even though her family isn't the most stable, the message of it is still the same.

January 11, 2010

They call my Holly, but I like nicknames. I'm currently in my english class right now, about to get out. Very excited to go home and relax after a long day. First day of the semester is always the best, syllabus day. Where you sit on the first day of class is crucial I'm convinced, it basically determines your whole semester.