Blondes Don’t Have All the Fun
“1,2,3,4,5…” Counting as I brush my long blond hair. I try and brush my mane at least 100 times a day. It always receives the most attention.
“55,56,57,58…”
Thanksgiving Break
Thanksgiving Break was wonderful! I drove home Wednesday morning. I could have gone Tuesday night but I’m not a night driver so I decided against it. I arrived at around noon and was immediately put to work baking pies. We had 7 family members come outside our own so our table was pretty full. We made three pies and bought two key lime pies.
End of Internship
Well, my internship is finally ending. It has taken me longer than expected to break out of my shell, which is disappointing. This is my last week and I’m beginning to feel sad, however they offered me a job for the spring. I don’t know if it would be an internship or a real job. I want to make some money so if it is another internship; I know that I will decline.
Blondes....
Well, the “I’s” were every where. I noticed like 50 of them. So with the help of my group members I changed the majority of them. It made the story read a little better, without being interrupted with the character constantly saying “I”. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. There still might be a few that I want to change for the final.
Blondes don't always have the most fun
“1,2,3,4,5…” Counting as I brush my long blond hair. I try and brush my mane at least 100 times a day. It always receives the most attention.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yells from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. Dropping the brush on my bed, I grab my backpack, and head out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. I am blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yells from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. Dropping the brush on my bed, I grab my backpack, and head out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. I am blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
Shortened thank goodness
I shortened it to 1600 words. Nice huh? It was way too long. I cut out the part about going on an anniversary date. That just seemed totally unnecessary.
I also changed he ending and I like it much better. It is still somewhat cheesy but not to the point where you want to vomit even if you do like cheese. I also attempted to expand on the female characters. I added some past experiences between the two in hopes to expand on their hatred. I don't think that went as well and I’m thinking maybe I should have taken it in another direction. I cut a lot and changed it somewhat.
I also changed he ending and I like it much better. It is still somewhat cheesy but not to the point where you want to vomit even if you do like cheese. I also attempted to expand on the female characters. I added some past experiences between the two in hopes to expand on their hatred. I don't think that went as well and I’m thinking maybe I should have taken it in another direction. I cut a lot and changed it somewhat.
Portfolio draft 1
“1,2,3,4,5…” I count as I brush my long blond hair. I try and brush my mane at least 100 times a day. I love the attention my hair receives in school.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yells from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. I drop the brush on my bed, grab my backpack, and head out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. I realize that I am blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yells from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. I drop the brush on my bed, grab my backpack, and head out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. I realize that I am blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
Thanksgiving Break
I am very excited about Thanksgiving break. It will be the first real gathering of my family since who knows how long ago. Our five person family is constantly on the go. If my brother and I come home then my mom and sis are off at a tennis tournament, or when I'm home my dad is one a business trip. Now my parents are preparing to retire as soon as they get my 'lil sis out the door, they are retiring. They are already getting the house ready to put up for sale. My mom is looking at smaller houses in sarasota and bigger houses in Maine. They want to become a two house couple.
Once again
2,3,4,5…” I count as I brush my long blond hair. I try and brush my mane at least 100 times a day. I love the attention it hair receives in school.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. I drop the brush on my bed, grab my backpack, and headed out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. Unfortunately, I was only blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. I drop the brush on my bed, grab my backpack, and headed out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. Unfortunately, I was only blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
Past and present
I like my story. Yes, it is incredibly corny, but it is also fun and has climax. I love happy endings so of course that is just what I used. I think that I should most likely expand the ending make it a little more descriptive.
New and improved
“1,2,3,4,5…” I count as I brush my long blond hair. I try and brush my mane at least 100 times a day. I love the attention it hair receives in school.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. I drop the brush on my bed, grab my backpack, and headed out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. Unfortunately, I was only blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” My mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. My boyfriend always picks me up for school. I drop the brush on my bed, grab my backpack, and headed out my room. Bouncing down the stairs I trip and fall the rest of the way. Unfortunately, I was only blessed with beauty not grace. However, I pick myself up and march out the door.
IB exams
I am finally finished with high school. Strange huh? Well, I missed my IB diploma by a point so my IB advisor thought I deserved it and had me retake my English exam over again. All I need is that one point. I really hope that I get it. I visited home one weekend specifically to study for this exam and I ended up spending 5 and a half hours at my teacher's house. That much work for a Saturday is unheard of.
Long time to type
I feel like it's been ages since I wrote anything on here, even it was a week ago that I posted my draft. I keep forgetting to journal, so at least I remembered this time.
I'm at the office working my butt off. My good 'ole dad is coming by at noon to pick me up for lunch. He wants to see where I work and meet some people, how embarrassing? He's so cute though. My advisor is ok with it so let's hope he doesn't make too much of a fuss. I do work at the capitol and it's a common occurrence to see the Governor. Even though, my dad's already met him, it is still a shocker.
I'm at the office working my butt off. My good 'ole dad is coming by at noon to pick me up for lunch. He wants to see where I work and meet some people, how embarrassing? He's so cute though. My advisor is ok with it so let's hope he doesn't make too much of a fuss. I do work at the capitol and it's a common occurrence to see the Governor. Even though, my dad's already met him, it is still a shocker.
Witchy
This was so unbelievably long! I wrote it at work because I was bored and it up taking up the majority of my day. Since, I'm not going to be here the majority of next week, I decided I might want to get it done because I also have a religion paper that I needed to get done. Thinking ahead always helps.
Witchy
“1,2,3,4,5…” Brenna counted as she brushed her long blond hair. Brenna brushed her mane 100 times a day. She loved the attention her hair would receive in school.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” Brenna’s mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Her boyfriend always picked her up for school. She dropped her brush on her bed, grabbed her backpack, and headed out of her room. Bouncing down the stairs she tripped and fell the rest of the way. Unfortunately, she was only blessed with beauty not grace. However, she picked herself up and marched out the door.
“55,56,57,58…”
“Brenna, your boyfriend is here.” Brenna’s mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Her boyfriend always picked her up for school. She dropped her brush on her bed, grabbed her backpack, and headed out of her room. Bouncing down the stairs she tripped and fell the rest of the way. Unfortunately, she was only blessed with beauty not grace. However, she picked herself up and marched out the door.
