My Best Friend

My best friend has dark brown hair, brown eyes, freckles, and contacts. She is, in a way, like me, except that I'm all sorts of stuff, and she's just caucasian. [Not to be racist or anything.] We always say that we are creepily similar, considering we have basically the same interests, basically the same experiences, and even basically the same schedule! I met her the first day of fifth grade when she moved from Tacoma to Olympia, ending up in Mrs. Nelson's class sitting next to me. We became friends right away. We did all the same things. She got glasses, then I got glasses. It was basically like that for the whole 4 years we've known each other. Even though four years isn't that many in comparison to other people and their friends, some people[WYATT >:D] call us a bickering old couple. All we could do was laugh when we heard that. We knew it was true. Sad, but true.

She's the type of person who thinks about everything. One day at lunch, she picked up a Frito and said, "I wonder how they make them curly. Do they just go like that, or are they pre-made curly?" Another day at lunch, she has a Sunchip. "I wonder how they get wavy?" Now, whenever she has Sunchips or Fritos, I tease her about that day in sixth grade. All she can say is, "I still want to know!" She always says whats on her mind. Or at least it seems like it. I always complain about how she complains to me about cold. She's always cold. Like, always. We're on our way to science in the 700 building, and as soon as we step outside I hear a loud "BRRRRR." When go into the gym from the locker room, I heard another "BRRRRRR!" I sigh just as loud back.

I'd say she is an ambivert. She's not normal. But she's not weird. That's all I can say about that.

Earliest Memory

I don't have so much of my earliest memory. But I do remember a ginormous stuffed Elmo that I loved to shreds. I think I was two or three. And we still lived in California. The house with the dark brown, grease-sticky floors that my dad covered with those foam blocks with letters on them. And then we come back to the Elmo. Since I was a little kid, the thing seemed a bajillion feet tall. I don't exactly remember everything. But I know that it had a huge head with hard plastic eyes and a orange nose. I think it was a plush orange nose. But it had lanky arms and legs, and a pretty egg-ish body. But it was red and had long hair. As all little kids do, I probably spilled some stuff on it. Or got it all sticky.

Ugh, now that I think of it, the Elmo was probably all gross and matted. Like a dog that hasn't had a bath in all its life. But that isn't what I was supposed to write about. Soooo, back to Elmo. It was gross. Yeah, straight and to the point. My dad told me that I loved it so much I didn't want to get rid of it. But sadly, I had horrible dust allergies when I was a little kid. Well I still do. But I deal with it. Yeah. I think I had the Elmo all my life, so I hung around it all the time. Since dust mites, the creator of dust, eat dead skin and crap out dust. Excuse my French. So my dad got rid of it. Poor Elmo. May he rest in peace.

Rebecca ~ Imagery

Ugh, this blog post thing is so confusing. How am I supposed to know why the author used imagery so much? It just makes things less boring. But whatever. If you read my previous blog you would see I read Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier. I already finished it. The ending is horrible. Ur. But now that I know the whole book, I can say that Rebbeca is now my role model. She just learns about a person and does whatever they like around them to get them to like her, then she mooches stuff off them. Heh, they, for the most part, just go along with it.

So, the reason I think the author used imagery so heavily is to help people figure out the setting. It's a mansion by the bay in Kerrith, somewhere in Europe. The first two or three chapters were all about describing the house and why she didn't want to go back. Again, I never heard the main girl's name in the whole entire book. I'll just call her 'Girl.' But I probably won't mention her much, since this blog post is about imagery, not Girl. Anyways, there's a bunch of imagery. It enriches descriptions of places, people, and things. Instead of 'there were rhodedendrons on the windowsill', she says 'Yes, there they were, blood-red and luscious, as I had seen them the evening before, great bushes of them, massed beneath the open window, encroaching on to the sweep of drive itself.' Now, doesn't that make a picture in your head? That is what imagery does to you.

I also think that Daphne Du Maurier used a lot of imagery is beacause the book would really be nothing without it. Just talking. A lot of her imagery also describes people like Girl 'moving' to a different place. Without it, they would just teleport. And you'd be like, "OMG SHE'S HERE NOW SHE'S THERE." And your mouth would be gaping open. Whatever. So, like I was saying, the book would just be dialogue and vague descriptions on where they were. The gist of it. And that is why the author used 'this literary element so heavily.' Err. My blogs are getting shorter and shorter.