Tell me an elaborate story you would share if you needed a really good excuse for not showing up to your cousin's wedding. Take as much time as you'd like.
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My Journal process
Welcome to my blog spot specifically for English 406/L. My objective of this blog is to show the evolution of journaling through personal and expressive transforming into academic and analytical. I plan, also, to examine the variation of my own personal inspirations or stiflings of my writing process and how that effects the product of my writing. I will begin by adding personal journal entries of my own from late night ramblings of insomnia to journal entries from my current leather bound. I will then collect the free writes done in class to display similarities in style. All of these entries will be showcased in different themes. I hope to post prompts to invite my followers to interact in there own one minute free write. Enjoy this space and as always feel free to leave your words.
I was in line at the grocery store this morning, before the wedding, when the elderly woman standing in front of me collapsed. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head and I was so panic stricken I screamed for an ambulance. Because I was so emotionally distraught, the people around me assumed I was this woman's daughter or something. Once the ambulance arrived and I sat still holding this old woman, they took her from my arms and asked me to get into the ambulance with her. I was in shock. Before I could come back to my own senses I was sitting in the ER with this woman I didn't even know. At this time I should have been leaving my house to drive to the ceremony, but I was trying so hard to get the attention of some nurse or doctor in the hospital to tell them that, "I don't know this woman!" After what I had assumed been the elapsed time of your wedding ceremony, I finally got the attention of a nurse and identified myself as a non-relative and was asked to leave the ER immediately. Once I was out of the stresses of this event, I realized that my phone, my keys, my car and my groceries were still at the grocery store! I had to wait for the bus, hoping that the change in my pockets would be enough to get me a ride. And now here I am at your reception as everyone else scrutinizes me for my late arrival.
ReplyDeleteMarianne-
ReplyDeleteYour kindness with that old women was very caring of you. I cannot believe you had something crazy that happened to you that caused you to miss this wedding. Listen to my afternoon.
The ceremony was planned to start at like 6 o'clock, right?
So, there it was 5:10, I was gathering my wallet, keys, flask of whiskey, the necessities. There was a knock on my door.
I approached my doorway, opened, and their was two Jehovah's witnesses. In my own act of kindness (plus a couple shots of Jameson), I invited them in to indulge on sweet tea and triscuts.
We sat, talked the Book of Enoch, rapped about the Dead Sea Scrolls, bullshitted about blood atonement.
Suddenly, Brother Bradly vomited all over his sacred smock. My eyes noticed the ever-vital expiration date on the box, 02/12/01!!!
Holy shit! Didn't he noticed it was stale? Who keeps eating a stale cracker?
Emergency services had to be called. Brother Melvin had not munched on the old crackers; he was spared the wheat biscuit's wrath. As his brother heaved in my prefab bathroom, Melvin and I watched Judge Mathis and forgot our spiritual differences.
By the time the ambulance got there, Brother Bradley had collapsed from exhaustion, the plaintiff was denied their claim, and it was 7:35.
What a night.
I'm glad I got here for the free booze though.