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NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThe Scarlet Letter Criticisms  

http://www.geocities.com/ibenglish_chs/criticisms.html

Lists literary criticisms

http://www.thewritingtutor.biz/articles/isolation-HvM.php

isolation is the main theme

EUTHANASIA

http://sks.sirs.com/cgi-bin/hst-article-display?id=SNJ1316-0-1616&artno=0000240826&type=ART&shfilter=U&key=&title=Europe%20Agonizes%20over%20Legalization%20of%20Euthanasia&res=Y&ren=Y&gov=Y&lnk=Y&ic=Y

Describes different cases  of euthanasia and describes the difference between euthanasia and assisted suicide.

http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/euthanasia-voluntary/

Lists five necessary points to be a candidate for Euthanasia.

http://find.galegroup.com/ips/retrieve.do?subjectParam=Locale%2528en%252C%252C%2529%253AFQE%253D%2528su%252CNone%252C10%2529euthanasia%2524&contentSet=IAC-Documents&sort=DateDescend&tabID=T003&sgCurrentPosition=0&subjectAction=DISPLAY_SUBJECTS&prodId=IPS&searchId=R2&currentPosition=18&userGroupName=southindians&resultListType=RESULT_LIST&sgHitCountType=None&qrySerId=Locale%28en%2C%2C%29%3AFQE%3D%28ke%2CNone%2C10%29euthanasia%24&inPS=true&searchType=BasicSearchForm&displaySubject=&docId=A145339465&docType=IAC&contentSet=IAC-Documents

 A case against Euthanasia using Terry Schiavo’s case. 

http://find.galegroup.com/ips/retrieve.do?subjectParam=Locale%2528en%252C%252C%2529%253AFQE%253D%2528su%252CNone%252C10%2529euthanasia%2524&contentSet=IAC-Documents&sort=DateDescend&tabID=T002&sgCurrentPosition=0&subjectAction=DISPLAY_SUBJECTS&prodId=IPS&searchId=R1&currentPosition=2&userGroupName=southindians&resultListType=RESULT_LIST&sgHitCountType=None&qrySerId=Locale%28en%2C%2C%29%3AFQE%3D%28ke%2CNone%2C10%29euthanasia%24&inPS=true&searchType=BasicSearchForm&displaySubject=&docId=A147522547&docType=IAC&contentSet=IAC-Documents

 This is a sociological survey on the American public’s opinion of Euthanasia.

So…I procrastinated yet again.

But this is my last blog.

I believe.

Probably.

Anyway, I have to tell you this…

I hate blogging.

I know that I will probably need to know how to do this at some later point in my life.

But I still don’t like it.

I doubt anyone wants to know the details of my life…at least the day to day ones.

Today I sat around and read all day until I realized this assignment was due at midnight.

And I really hate telling people anything I consider important.

Especially about myself.

So all that’s left to put on here is my random thoughts and ramblings, or poetry and writing that has been read and written over several times.

On the brighter-not-hating side of things I liked reading other’s work.

It was interesting.

I couldn’t think of anything to comment though.

Other than “That is awesome, keep it up!”

If you don’t have anything constructive to say don’t say anything at all.

Bof.

G’night.

I’ve searched the world’s secrets,

For knowledge I lost,

Drowned in the darkness,

To find out the cost,

I’ve walked on the deserts,

The oceans,

The moon,

To find what I lost,

Was always there.

It was you.

The lions paced within a pen
Too small for them by far,
And their sad, tormented faces,
Broke my little heart.

But my mom beckoned and took me away
To a cave of lizards and snakes.
Their poisonous green scales and flicking tails
Made me forget the lion’s plight.
Soon the tapping on the glass,
And the “wake-up” calls of the rude,
Persuaded us to leave the cave,
And see the rest of the zoo.

I inhaled the warm summer air
With its scent of stone and plants
And snagged the last cookie from my friend
While our parents sat on the bench.
“Where did all the cookies go?”
My mother asked in surprise.
I yelled, “He did it!” And ran off;
Don’t tell her that I lied.

Knees buckle at questions unheard,
That manage to be spoken within every word…
It kills me and thrills me to think this way,
To know that within a second we could be blasted away,
That it all has no ending yet could end today,
And the insistence of the question makes me forget what I say…
I’m buried and begging underneath the dirt,
It’s a philosopher’s burden and its beginning to hurt,
And I want to be saved- really I do-
But I don’t want this burden to fall on you.
So please don’t walk away from me or say I don’t care,
I’m just fighting the knowledge that there’s something bigger out there.

I’m not trying to be me,

A non-conformist,

Or a freak,

(I’m just the loner who stepped out of place.) 

I wasn’t bullied or beaten,

My wrists are not bleeding,

(And my shoulders are not bowed in disgrace.)

 I have an immense amount of pride,

A big heart that I try to hide,

(My self-esteem has no issues that I can see.) 

I wear these clothes to make a statement,

No, it’s not “The world’s too much,I can’t take it!”

(I won’t buy into your labels, so let me be.) 

And yes, I know I rarely smile,

But would it kill you once in a while,

To drop that mask and

Let me see your face?

(Instead of that never-ceasing grin you wear,

to hide from your mistakes.)

Keep your back straight,
Arms balanced,
And make sure you put one foot in front of the other.

Don’t forget,
Looking down will only make it worse,
You don’t always have a net.
Remember to keep your eyes on where you’re going.

Don’t stand rigid,
Learn to bend
And always
Always
Know where your center is.

Those people on the sidelines,
May want you to fall,
Or to get through it safe,
But only you,
Can get yourself to the other side.

Well…I wish I had the amazing power to not do anything I’ll regret later but I don’t think anyone can give that to me.
So the things that were on my Christmas list are:
Books:
Post Secret by Frank Warren
Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Director’s Cut by Jhonen Vasquez
I Am America (And So Can You) by Stephen Colbert
Slam by Nick Hornby
and others that I’ve forgotten…
Movies:
Pirates of the Carribean 3: At World’s End
Meet the Robinsons
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Miyazaki’s Spirited Away
Miyazaki’s Howl’s Moving Castle

I wrote that list last month so I have new things that I want as well as those…
To see my friend Psycho (she lives in Florida and is coming here for Christmas)
To see Sweeny Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street
The rest of the One Piece mangas
For my mom not to be stressed out
For us to get at least one snow day this year
To build a snow man on afformentioned snow day
Gloves (my hands are cold)
For my computer’s internet connection to stop shutting off in the middle of me doing something.

That last blog had no rhythm…it makes my head hurt. And now I’m thinking in rhyme! ACK! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD! Urgh I should just give up and go to bed. ….NOT BED…uh I should go to…erm…zut.

Zut!=Darn! In french.

So…I think I’ll answer my own blog (the one called Thinking.)

So…If my mind were real it’d be kind of like a world…and it wouldn’t make any sense to anyone but me. There’d be a room with questions floating everywhere. Different worlds where drawings and story ideas live. Battlefields for ideas that I don’t use or believe in and mazes for my twisted (not random) thought processes. What else…a forest where the things I don’t want to think about live and a huge pile near it of photographs with my memories on them.

Random Fact(s) of the day:

1. Spit is an awesome game.

2. Rubik’s cubes are annoying, which is why mine is handed off to people who know how to solve them.

3. Everyone loves a slinky.

4. I was right…my mind doesn’t make any sense.

5. Santa is manupulative and stalkerish.

6. Starfish eat by throwing their stomachs out of their mouths and engulfing their prey.