Blog2-Stalker Status

Somewhere between staring blankly out the window and feeling sorry for myself I realized that the sun had begun to break the glorious cloudy day I was having.  I started hearing the call of the streets in my brain. It wasn't really a call more like a scream for attention from a newborn baby whose mother had neglected it.  To hush the cries' of the baby I decided to at least take a walk down the block. The second it stepped out Finch Pointe the carnival's exclusive smell captured my senses. The taste of old funnel cakes filled my mouth leaving it dry and me gagging. I hated that carnival! Every year people went to the carnival with their friends or that "special someone" but me. It was starting to become a tragedy.

I see a group of people walking towards the "Carnival Of Freaks". I think there about four people but to be honest my eyes stock Keezy Le'Breezy. I've seen him dance at the dance studio but never had the guts to talk to him. I'm probably not his type anyway. I pictured him with a girl with attitude and who was sure of her self. And without a doubt she had to look amazing. Some girl who was with him snapped on his friend. I couldn't help but laugh a little. She yelled, "What the hell are you looking at roots?!" I’m guessing she was talking to the buy that was really dark skinned. He looks fresh out of Africa! I laughed to myself picturing the boy running through the savannahs of Africa with his other African friends.

I casually  followed Keezy ad the rest of his friends toward the carnival. I had been to the carnival once when I was a little girl but swore to never go again because one of the goats had escaped from the cage and tried to steal my cotton candy. I shook my head clear of my thoughts. “the next time you see Keezy” I whispered to myself, “you are  going to say something!” 

Blog#1-Clouded Sky

The day started like everyother day in this nieghborhood, me...at home...alone...staring blanky out my one window in my one bedroom apartment at Finch Pointe. My names AJ or atleast that's what everybody calls me. My REAL NAME is Antigone'Jose` Jacobby. A horriable name right? See my father liked the name Antigone and my mother liked the name Jose`. They thought it would be funny to combine the names into one gaint name which as fate would have it, became my name. Only one problem...I'm not laughing. Thus the begining of AJ.
Sometimes whatching the clouds can be so time consuming. I can watch the clouds for hours somedays. Espically at the begining of September when the sky's always jumbled with clouds. So many clouds,so many toughts. Have you ever looked at the clouds moving in the sky and suddenly began to feel smaller than an ant? I know that feeling all to well. Imagine, the same clouds that I'm staring at are the same clouds that everyone else see's. It makes me wonder how can I be important if only I see me. Thoughts like this usuallly remind me of the unaviodable truth. I AM ALONE AND COMPLETELY INVISABLE TO THE WORLD.
Two trucks plowing down the street scatter my thoughts. My eyes shift from clouds to loud, disrupptive, obnoxiuos trucks. I lose sight of the first one as in turns behind the diner. The other one gets stuck in the round-about. I never really understood the purpose of that round-about. But I guess like me, it has no purpose.