Category: Junior Literary

Enjoy!! Hopefully I put you on some bops!

If any of you are like me, then you STRUGGLE to find a cute Instagram caption that isn’t too “Hey, look at me! I know I’m pretty and I want everyone else to know that too, so I’m going to use this super vain song lyric!” But, you also don’t want something boring like an emoji because you can’t find the caption, y’ know?

Lucky for you, I keep lyrics in my notes that I might use one day as a caption and I decided to share them with you. I know, I know, I’m just so nice. You’re welcome.

Ok, I’m gonna stop rambling now and let you read the captions 🙂

 

“somewhere between in love and broken”- Again, Noah Cyrus ft. XXXTentacion

“you make my heart beat like the rain”- Electric Love, BORNS

“she’s sweet like candy in my veins”- Electric Love, BORNS

“you think you’re in love but you just wanna be loved” Anyone But You, Ava Max

“it’s like you’re on repeat” Alone, I Prevail

“’cause i’d rather be alone, but you’re fermented in my bones”- Habits Of My Heart, Jaymes Young

“i could show you love”- Safe and Sound, Capital Cities

“there’s no regrets, i just thought it was fun”- Heaven, Julia Michaels

“looks sweet, but the devil’s in the details”- Leviathan, G- Eazy ft. Sam Martin

“only time i feel pain is when i’m feeling love”- Everybody Dies In Their Nightmares, XXXTentacion

“love me, take me to outer space”- Electric, Alina Baraz ft. Khalid

“lost in between space and paradise”- Paradise Lost, John Gillies

“gold’s fake and real love hurts”- hostage, Billie Eilish

“do i cross your mind?”- BANG!, Trippie Redd

“been dyin’ to get you dizzy”- Dizzy On The Comedown, Turnover

“teenage dirtbag”- Teenage Dirtbag, Wheatus

“pardon the way that i stare, there’s nothing else to compare”- Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, Lauryn Hill

“hurts but i know how to hide it”- My Strange Addiction, Billie Eilish

“you know just how to hold a sucker down”- Make Me (Cry), Noah Cyrus ft. Labrinth

“trouble usually finds me”- Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban

“i admit that i’m a ‘lil messed up, but i can hide it when i’m all dressed up”- needy, Ariana Grande

“better now”- better now, Post Malone

“just peachy”- unknown

“lost in a world that doesn’t exist”- Tumblr

“all the clouds in me are raining”- All The Clouds In Me Are Raining, Mister Write

“something’s on my mind, always in my head space”- lovely., Billie Eilish ft. Khalid

“if i’m religious, you’re the one that i believe in.”-Live Or Die, Noah Cyrus ft. Lil Xan

 

Most of these are song quotes but there are a few book quotes in there. Feel free to add a few of your own if you want. 🙂 peace out, girl scout.

I told Katie to pick A or B, and she picked B. So, I’m going to tell a story about something that starts with B.

Before I get into the story itself, I need to give a little Backstory. So, out of all of my immediate cousins on my Birth mother’s side, I am the 4th oldest; first, there’s Tristian, then Blarrington (we called him Boo-Boo), Shawn, then me, then Shaykera (Shay and I were Born in the same year; I was May, she was August). So, Being that Shay and I were the oldest girls, we had the longer legs, so were  the faster of the girls. And, even though Shay and I are the same age, I’m taller, so my legs were even longer. That will come into play around, roughly, the middle of the story.

So, one very hot and humid day in the Delta (Greenville, to Be exact), my cousins and I were at our grandparents’ house. I, at the time, was about 7 or 8. We were sentenced outside, my grandmother had gotten mad at us for stabbing an air mattress with a fork, and we were Bored out of minds Because our newest past time activity was ripped away from us By an angry 50-something year old lady. We were over it.

Side note; on her land, she had a nicely sized front yard. On that front yard, there was a drive way made of rocks. Nice, shiny, harmless rocks.

Or so I thought.

 

While Shawn and I were deliberating what to do, Bailey, the Baby of all the children, Began to look around. She didn’t seem to Be looking for anything specifically, But she did seem interested in the pretty, shiny rocks, so none of us thought anything of it. Then Shawn and I had the most Beautiful idea known to man: we are going to race a half mile down the street to the park, turn around at the park, race Back to the house, and the first one Back would get someone else to steal them an extra Popsicle.  With the stakes Being so high, we had to really show out, or we could kiss that ‘sicle goodbye.

 

Shawn and I went first, beings that we were the older ones. After us would be Shay and Corrine, after that Niema and Niami (they’re twins), then Bailey to bring up the rear.

Shawn and I go, and almost immediately, I face plant. I fell hard, earning me a bruised ribcage and ego, Bloody hand, and probably a minor concussion. But, I refused to get out of that race. So, I get up and I haul……Butt. And, pretty soon, he and I are neck and neck. Then, the others start to file in behind us. So, we get to the park, we turn, and I’m in the lead. And, about half way Back to the trailer, I feel a sharp pain in the Bruised side of my Body. I fall out, hollering in anguish and Shawn sits Beside me.  He’s yelling and looks at Bailey, a sharp rock in her little chubby fist.

So, long story short, no one in my family knows about this story except for the kids involved, and even then they most likely forgot about it. And, Boy did I enjoy my extra Popsicle.

 

 

I promise this story is true.

It’s time for round two for the playlist of the month! September has just started, so you know I got you. The songs featured are not new songs I found this more like songs for the fall vibe. With that being said I hope you enjoy!

 

For the second episode or second post, whatever you want to call it, of my short film review series, I present Cloudy Day. Directed by Kamelia Chabane, Adrien Flanquart, Emeric Malvat, and Benjamin Tussiot, who were students at ESMA, a school for applied arts. Now this particular film is 7:33, and doesn’t contain any dialogue but it features music along with the occasional sounds from the characters. This is an animated film but  who doesn’t love a good animated movie? This took me back to my childhood when I would sit at the tv all day and just watch cartoons all day. The message in this film can be taken many ways–it really depends on how you perceive it. For me, I took the message as giving more than what was asked. It isn’t particularly a negative message but it isn’t exactly positive either. The film is actually quite uplifting but I guess my tainted mind see’s the negative side in things alongside the positive. The film itself is really good and the features of the characters force the audience to wonder where the setting is in this film. Overall, I’d give this film a 9/10, simply because I personally would’ve enjoyed a little more context of the setting and characters. Watch it and tell me how you think below!

In this blog post, I want to promote one of the most underrated genres of all time: classical music. And although I possess little knowledge of creating advertisements, I write this in hopes of ending at least one hiatus. After seeing this, perhaps Mozart will finally release his next album.

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Gabriel Fauré: Pavane, Op. 50: The beginning has such a smooth approach besides the repeating plucking sound. And when the intro begins to lose its flavor, unexpected crescendos hit you out of nowhere. Listen to this pavane solely for the crescendos. Yes, they are only featured for a small portion of the piece’s duration, but they are worth the soft droning of stringed instruments and the building plucking sound. I recommend you listen to this while writing sad poetry. Rewind it back to the crescendos every five seconds for the desirable effect. Or, if you have an aversion to writing, listen to this while brushing your teeth. Overall rating: 7/10

Emile Pandolfi: Once Upon a December (piano version): The introduction is reminiscent of rain. And when the rain grows less apparent, you view the droplets on the window as the sky’s tears—how poetic. This piece distorts reality. Even if you sit beneath a scalding sun in tall grass, you immediately find yourself on a window seat, face pressed against cool glass as the outside world bleeds blue-grey. This piece will elicit such sorrow, prompting you to mourn the loss of the sun even with peeling skin. And the end arrives almost peacefully, as if accepting its fate. The rain lingers, however. Overall rating: 9/10

Claude Debussy: Nocturne (1892): You are first introduced to an ominous setting. The wind rustles every leaf, impossibly bending the trees. The sky darkens, bristling with electricity and anticipation. And then the rain comes. In comparison, it does not feel as heavy-hearted, as moody. It almost strikes you as a dear memory. But then it darkens because you realize the memory has escaped you, and you now sit in a storm that tears the trees apart. You kind of withdraw from the situation, becoming numb to your surroundings. But the rain continues to fall, rolling down your face. Overall rating: 9/10

Claude Debussy: Clair de Lune: While listening to this piece, you feel as if you are taking a midnight stroll, the moonlight as your sole companion. The piano plays softly, and you reflect upon the lingering nostalgia that appeared with the moonlight. It is all so bittersweet. You step in puddles and shatter the moon into a million shards, pulling your coat around your shoulders. And you feel that a dream world has entrapped you. You feel utterly devoured by nostalgia, and you allow yourself to sink into it—nevermind the austerity of the omnipresent moon. Although you may not take midnight strolls regularly, this piece is absolutely beautiful and will, perhaps, inspire you creatively. I recommend listening to this while alone at Taco Bell, as it amplifies the tragedy of the situation. Overall rating: 10/10

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I am by no means a professional critic, so please do not mistake my sloppy opinions for concrete evidence. And I would also like to apologize to the prestigious fans of classical music and Mozart. I am sorry, Mozart. I should not have included you in my cruel humor. That is all.

I’m in a constant state of movement. I rarely find time to just relax. To just lay down on my bed, eat a bunch of junk food, and watch Netflix. Even on the weekends, my time is occupied with school work. I mean hard and a lot of work isn’t the problem, I’m used to that part. But the part I’m not used to is the feeling of not having enough time to actually do the work. So my usual relax time is erase and my work time takes over. I mean I don’t even have the feeling of satisfaction when I finish my task because I have more assignments to do the next day.

Being here changed everything about my schedule, although I seem to believe that have a quite alright schedule work out. I have to remember to incorporate self-care in my schedule because that’s what’s important. Without self-care, your self-esteem becomes vulnerable for anyone to damage. Having strong self-esteem is the base of who you are and how other people see you. Self-love is something I’m learning and trying to incorporate into my daily routine.

For now on I’m going to revamp my schedule to add self-care into it. I’m hoping being here is helping me grow into a better self. However, I just have to remember what’s important is my mental health.

 

 

If anyone is ever wondering, “What is going on in Brianna’s mind?” I’m here to answer that question.

My most recurring thought is, “what.”

Not to be confused with, “what?”

There is a difference in tones.

The one with a question mark (?) is stated with curiosity and a raised brow, while “what.” is deadpanned. It is said with a straight, almost bored, face because I have lost all hope that I will ever understand anything ever again.

Now you must be thinking, “Is this girl okay? Who hurt her? Does she need to talk to someone?” and the answer is, honestly……. who knows? My brain is fried like a fish and it’s only the second week of school. (It’ll be the third or fourth week by the time you read this but I wrote it in advance. Just know that my brain is probably (definitely) fried by now.) (Am I allowed to put parenthesis in parenthesis? Guess we’ll find out.)

Now you may be thinking, “what.” but I promise there’s a reason behind this weird and very long introduction and the point is, that I have NO idea what I’m doing. Like, ever. I wing it most of the time and cross my fingers for the best. I act like I know what I’m doing, but guess what? I don’t! It’s a very chaotic way to live and I like to consider myself a “chaotic neutral”

The definition is, “Chaotic Neutral characters follow their whims. They are individualists first and last…… Chaotic neutral characters may be unpredictable, but their behavior is not totally random – they are not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it. However, they do act on momentary whims, and are known to be unreliable. As some would say, “the only reliable thing about them is that they cannot be relied upon!”
Chaotic Neutral is sometimes considered the “purest” form of chaos, without bias in favor of good or evil.” (Joe Wikipedia, Urban Dictionary)

Now that you know what a chaotic neutral is, let me explain myself. I spontaneously do a lot of things without thinking them all the way through. For example, about a year ago, I decided, “hmm. I feel like I am a boring person (NEWS FLASH BRIANNA, YOU’RE NOT). Let’s shave some of our hair off!” So, I did it. (Still living with the consequences and I regret it very deeply, lol.)

I also would like to think that I am not a mean person but I’m also not the nicest, or so I’ve been told. I won’t bully someone or anything but if you ask my opinion, I’m going to give it to you. I don’t sugar- coat, lie about it, or soften the blow in any shape, form, or fashion. (ok, maybe I am a little mean but just hear me out.)

I honestly have no idea where this is going but it’s okay. The title is “what.” for a reason. You probably have no idea where this is going and I thought I knew, but I don’t, so let’s just sit on it a minute and think, “where do I want Brianna’s blog to go?”

………..okay time’s up. If you guessed “nowhere”, you are correct!! Congratulations! *this last bit must be read in a game- show host’s voice or you did it wrong. If done wrong, please scroll alllll the way back up to the first paragraph, start over, and try again*

Peace out, girl scout! 🙂

(Just another side note; this was inspired by Bo Burnham’s Stand- up comedy Special on Netflix. I think you can also bootleg it off of Youtube. You didn’t hear that from me, though. 10/10 recommend)

Hey guys!

If you follow me on social media, you probably saw that I posted a poll last week asking my followers to vote for the topic of my next blog post. The choices were: pineapple on pizza, ‘Body-Shaming pt. 3’, or the use of the n-word. I tallied the votes, and my next post will be on…. (*drumroll*, please) the use of the n-word! I wanted to have it posted this week, but unfortunately, despite how diligently I have been working, I am just not done. This is a very broad topic that I do not want to tread lightly on, so I am going to have it posted next week! I think that with this added time I’ll have to develop it, you guys won’t be disappointed.

Because of this setback, I have decided that I will post a piece based on the topic you guys vote on here and on social media every other week. The weeks in-between I will post either a poem or something I’ve been working on along with updates and the reveal of the upcoming blog post topic.

Since the topic of the n-word is so extensive, I will most likely make it into two parts, but there are no guarantees. So, if it is split into two separate posts, it will be two weeks before the next topic reveal & update, and three weeks before next blog post. Because I am already posting this update, I am including the topic poll, but once I get started with the routine, I will post the poll at the end of the previous blog post. Essentially, it will be a topic blog post with a poll attached, then, the next week, an update blog post with the poll winner, then, the next week, a topic blog post with the winning topic and a poll attached, and so on and so forth. I really hope this makes sense! Comment any questions you have below 🙂

Now, without further adieu, the next topic choices are:

• Pineapple on Pizza
• White Privilege
• Are Beauty Pageants Objectifying Women?
• The Great Straw Debacle (#save the sea turtles, hahaha!)
  • Comment below what topic you think I should tackle for my 3rd blog post!

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Here’s a short essay I wrote in English Comp. about how I want to be remembered:

Powdered Doughnuts

If you ask my friends to describe me, they would use words like: kind, thoughtful, happy, or bubbly, while these words are true. The question was, “How do I want to be remembered?” Well, the answer is simple. I want to be remembered as someone who wrote you cards on your birthday every year, someone who always made you feel loved, someone you could always count on.

When I was a little girl, my mother would pick me up from preschool every afternoon and take me to the gas station. I thought this was simply to get my afternoon snack, but it was for her to get her daily nicotine fix. Either way, we left the store satisfied with our purchases. I would get mini powdered doughnuts (sometimes the chocolate ones, on a bad day) and Mother would get her to Doral shorts in the gold box. On the ride home, I’d ask her the same question every day: “Mama, how are these doughnuts made?” and she’d answer with a story about the doughnut makers at the doughnut factory. This was our routine. Now, Mother doesn’t smoke anymore and I’ve put my doughnut eating behind me, but those days made me who I am today.

I am someone who hates the smell of cigarette smoke and has struggled with her weight her whole life. I am someone who apologizes when an apology isn’t necessary; someone who cares enough to write you cards on your birthday and makes you feel loved. I am someone who you can count on. This is me. This is who I am, and this is how I’d like to be remembered.

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Thank you guys for being patient with me as I navigate this new world of blogging. Don’t forget to vote for the next topic! See ya next week with “The N-word: Creating a Community or Repeating a Cycle of Hate”.