If I had a Million Dollars

I can clearly remember the day I found 1 million dollars. It was a warm summers day, perfect weather to go bike riding, hang with some friends by the pool sipping ice cold lemonade or going for a nice long walk in the park with your dog (if you have one). I chose to do the latter. Ever since I was little I loved going to the park there was something about the long line of trees that outlined a trail and the smell of nature that I loved so much. After a straight week of downpours I decided to take advantage of the nice weather and took my dog, Chance, for a walk at the park. I grabbed my two year old dog and my bright orange backpack I took on trail rides, filled it up with water and drove to the park. 

After a couple of hours of exploring and chasing squirrels I plopped myself down on a fallen tree and took a moment to relax. I gave Chance some water and drank a whole bottle myself. It wasn't until I got up and started to head back to my car that I found the 1 million dollars. I snagged my foot on a hidden twig and went crashing to the ground, luckily no one was there to see my predicament. Laying in the spot I had fallen I turned my head and there was a small crevice in the trunk. I had no idea what possessed me to look into the trunk but I crawled over and reached my hand in the small hole, my fear of spiders momentarily forgotten. My fingers brushed against plastic and curiously I tugged it from its hiding place. I pried open the bag and my eyes widened in shock at what I saw. Piles of bills layed untouched at the bottom of the bag. 

I ended up moving my family to tenessee (my mom always wanted to live there) and bought her an old house with a live in maid. I paid for my brother and sister's college and my dad a pass to the gym. For myself I bought a ranch bought a couple of really nice horses and started to breed them. I spent uncountable sum on clothes and opened  my own bookshop (a small quiant one) and met a cowboy and lived happily ever after. 

My Not so Loverly Inner Critic

I’m awesome, I’m smart, pretty, and an over-achiever. My hair is always perfect and I’m up to date with all the latest fashion trends. I’m a little OCD when it comes to my things. I hate it when my room is disorganized and if one thing is out of place my mind goes on overdrive and I have to fix it. With that being said I’m a perfectionist which leaves me little room for error. I have a 3.8 GPA and involved with several clubs and volunteer committees. It’s a wonder my grades haven’t suffered. It’s me though, of course my grades haven’t suffered. I’m freaking amazing. 

Seriously Bree you’re not going out like that are you? You need to do something about that hair of yours...you can’t keep pulling it back into a messy bun and bobby pinning the crap out of the loose strands! No wonder your hair looks stringy and the ends are broken. You should seriously invest money in going to a real hair salon and letting them fix it up for you. It’s better than those chain hairdressers. They have no idea what they’re doing. And while we’re on the topic of investments you should consider hiring a fashion consultant. You’re choice of clothes isn’t half bad but you need to learn how to pull it all together. You should do something about your procrastinating as well. It seriously pisses me off that you always wait until the last possible second to do things. Seriously, how hard is it to just do the assignment the day or day after it’s given? It’s not hard at all. And you’re room? Well at least you clean but the sight of it at the moment makes me want to pick up your things and throw them out the window. Maybe then you’ll learn to put things back where you got them. That’s why you can’t find anything. Your work is strewed across your floor under a pile of clothes and books. Look at Jess’ room or Bryce’s, they’re room is clean and not cluttery. You should take a few lessons from their book. And the last paper you wrote was complete crap. At least Dr. Morris is nice enough to let you redeem yourself and re do it. You can do a lot better. I guess it doesn’t help that you have a bunch of nonsense running through your head 24/7. Some of the stuff that comes out of your mouth leaves me speechless. Take last summer for instance, you were at Panera with your family and aunt and cousin and you said “Chocolate milk comes from chocolate cows”. Seriously Bree, I worry about you sometimes. Where the hell is your brain? I know that answer, it’s probably partying with the floating marshmallows in your head. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. 

My inner critic is a piece of work. She loves criticizing me but I know she’s just trying to help. I hate her sometimes, I can’t help it. All 5’8’’ and 130 lbs of her is perfect. Her long hair always falls just right even when she wakes up! It’’s not fair! When I get up in the morning it looks like a birds nest but maybe that’s because I have it up all the time...she’s always nagging me to let my hair down. Maybe she should put hers up once in a while! She loves to brag about how much better she is at sports and writing than I am. It’s frustrating. She has helped me out a lot though, my room is so much more organized thanks to her nagging.  She’s like my mom and the reason why I left home to go to school is for independence. No one to tell me what to do and when (disregarding school stuff). I am finally becoming independent but my spiteful and annoying inner critic is holding me back. Oh and she has horses! Can’t forget that. That’s the only thing I’ve asked for for christmas for the past fifteen years of my life and what does she go and do? She goes and gets two horses. She named them Captain Jack Sparrow and Delilah. 

When I was told that we were to write a Lyrical Essay/Montage for our free write I started panicking a bit. 1)  I'm not good at writing poetry and lyrics are basically the same thing. 2) I had know idea what lyrical essays were until it was explained. Needless to say I was over thinking things...again. No surprise there. Once I settled down and just listened to the music playing it became easier to think. I just let my fingers tap away on my keyboard and create something. Even though writing in a Lyrical Essay/Montage form was awkward for me I have to admit that I enjoyed it. So this is what I came up with....

Sleeping beauty dancing in a meadow, rodents scampering under the shady trees, compelling, frustrating, heartbreaking, yet beautiful like a shakespeare play. Our fingers laced tightly afraid to let go, afraid of what the morning will bring, tears glistening brightly, dancing to our own music, a wave of sweet sounds crashing around us. Darkness and light. 

The second writing prompt was a heck of a lot easier for me to do than the first one. Power was the word that I chose to start with and I found that a lot of the words I came up with ended in an E. There are only so many words that I could think of that started with an E. Kind of depressing now that I think about it. You would think that spending 12 years in school and taking vocabulary I would have an easier time thinning of words beginning with E. Nope. Maybe it was because I felt rushed...who knows. Below is the list of words that I came up

Power. Right. Time. Tell. Late. Elephant. Tall. Long. Game. Excellent. Try. Yell. Length. Halt. Halt. Halt. Halt. Triumph. Hungry. Yonder. Ringer. Ringer.Ringer.Ringer. Rising. Gone. Escape. Excell. Laced. Daring. Groove. Erase. Escapade. Escapde. Escapde. Earth. Hearth. Heart. Torn. Torn. Torn. North. Horn. Horn. Horn. Notice. Notice. Notice. Earsplitting. Grave. Entrench. Hard. Dangerous. Sleep. Pray. Yearn. No. Obliviate. Erratic. Caper. Rest. Torrent. Teach. Heat. Threat. Teeth. Heap. Pile. Elevator. Righteous. Sing. Gong. Gift. Too. Operate. Ebony. Yes. Soft. Tough. Heard. Dress. Simple. Excplicit. True. True.T True. True. Early. Yup. Pierce. Elk. Kill. Lilt. Tilt. Till. Listen. Nob. Bony. Yen. Novice. Efface. Elder. Read. Dear. Rear. Reach. Hunt. Ton. Numb. Bomb. Blast. Troll. Lullaby. Yip. Pie. Eye. Eel. Leak. Kilt. Tye. Ewe. Earl. Lean. Night. Tropical. Loser. Reason. Nosy. Yen. Note. Elate. Establish.