[Anxiously] Awaiting End of Finals/Winter Break/Graduation.

December 6, 2013

The end of the week is near, this does not, however, mean that the end of the work is near. So much to do, so little time; I didn’t understand this “November blues” (if that is indeed what is truly was), until my senior year. There is not enough time in the day to complete all that has to be done. Finals are coming – ready all of the internet posts – and that also means the time for stressing is upcoming, and immediate. I am beginning to feel the intensity of the work piled on my shoulders; so much to do, so little time. Waiting, and waiting, and even more waiting is all that I can do to see myself out of this horrible nightmare that is these last three weeks. Projects are due now, homework is being piled on, and social life is ultimately dead. I've said it before, and I’ll say it again; this is the work year of high school so far – not academically, but in terms of stress and business. I’m done; waiting for the day I can stand up on stage and not look back, ready to be done with school entirely; if it were possible to fast forward through the borings-academic parts of high school and college, that would be greatly appreciate, so get on that scientists. A time machine would also suffice, I wish not to take my finals; I would not, if I didn’t fail the class because of it. Saying winter should be brief should be an outlawed statement, get me some days off. 

The Beginning Posts of Frankenstein.

December 2, 2013

Hiking the beautiful and serene terrain as he had at an earlier stage in his life, Frankenstein crosses over many miles to a place he knows well, but he is being followed. The monster has found his creator. Frankenstein, hateful and full of disdain expresses his anger and threatens to end his own creation. Able to speak well, the monster expresses a story that makes himself appear as any other human, as though he has a heart; the life or death of the monster is to be determined, and was directed to be determined, by Frankenstein.

The creation/monster/creature has had a difficult time acclimating himself with human beings; those that he appears in front of are either frightened, or end up following him with torches and pitchforks in an attempt to hastily end the abomination. Running rampantly away from the treacherous towns, the creature hides in the forest, starving and parched. Discovering a small hut, its homeless inhabitant runs away, terrified. The fire taking place is savored, and warm. Berries and nuts have become the regular diet, but have provided little saturation. After continuing to move, the monster discovers another hut close to one with humans. The humans later became his friends, even if they had little idea that he existed. Having learned language and various duties of the people after intense surveillance and captivation, the monster felt attached to the beings. The one called “son” disappeared frequently, whether to obtain fuel for the file, or working for other farmers. During the high of night, the monster, having learned what tools to use to obtain wood, began to collect for the humans. Though there was little knowledge of his presence, the monster felt at his best with these beings nearby to observe.