Unfinished Sentences - Autobiography

Marisha Perry
2/5/07 6th hour
Unfinished Sentences

I usually worry about… my future. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up and I’m secretly terrified of leaving everyone behind for something bigger.

I feel angry when… nobody understands me. When I’m sure of what I need in my life, my parents always seem to disagree. Just because they’re parents, doesn’t mean they know what’s best for everyone around them. I just boil inside when I don’t even have a chance to explain my case, and I’m completely dismissed.

I’m moody when… I have a bad morning. My entire day is just off and everything seems to go wrong. Some call it waking up on the wrong side of the bed. I call it waking up and everything bad happens. I swear, on those days, every single thing that happens can change my mood completely. It continually goes to a high to a low in seconds.

I’m happiest when… I’m around my family. We are so goofy when we’re all together, and it’s just so fun. We are so open about many things most families aren’t. Our conversations and personalities are so raw when we’re all toghether. It’s refreshing, and I feel at peace with myself.

I feel confident when… I listen to upbeat music (when I’m in the mood for it) that I can relate to at the time. It usually ends up being country or chick music. I feel less alone at what I’m going through in my life, get a huge burst of energy and I feel on top of the world! Like I can conquer anything.

I feel frustrated when… I don’t understand something. Math has always been a struggle for me, and when I don’t grasp a concept I feel tortured and I almost drive myself to insanity. I can’t stand it.

I feel depressed when… I look back on all my memories of my childhood. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love recalling old memories, but knowing that I can never have those moments again in my life, depresses me. They’re just memories after all, warm and happy as they are, but the simplicity of that time in life has faded. I’ve grown up, and so have the people around me.

I am comfortable when… I am warm in my pajamas. There’s nothing better than nestling up next to a hot fireplace, in my pajamas, bundled up in a thick comforter. Whether I fall asleep or listen to music contently, I could lay there for hours.

I feel nervous when… I’m out of my comfort zone. Most of the time, it takes a lot for me to reach outside of my zone. And when I do, for no real reason, I get all shaky, fidgety and I forget to breathe. I’m definetly not a fan of being nervous.

I feel sentimental when… I dig into my “special” box. It holds letters or objects that trigger strong and meaningful memories. I love to run my fingers over them and hold them in my hands. When I do, the story of that object rush back to me. I feel the old world surrounding me, and I remember.

'My Sensory Experience' - Autobiography

Marisha Perry
2/1/07 6th hr
My Sensory Experience

“Yeah, just drop us off at the park. That’s fine,” I announced to Katy’s mom.

“But it’s raining! Are you sure?”

“Yeah, we’ll just walk back to our house if we get cold,” Katy suggested.

I thrusted open the heavy sliding door with the momentum of my body. As soon as I jumped out of the silver minivan the smell of dampened concrete filled my nostrils. Mmm, I love the smell of rain, I thought to myself. “Come on! Let’s play on the toys!” I yelled above the clap of the precipitation.

I ran toward the bright colored playground and had the sudden urge to slip down the twirly, orange slide. As I desperately climped up to it, my platform sandals voiced a thousand squeaks against the dark blue plastic. “Aha! I made it!” I exclaimed to the world. I sat above the slide, under a little plastic dome shelter. I leaned against the wall and squinted at the writing in front of my face. “L <3’s trevor =" <3”"Who would want to bother scraping that up here? I thought, confused.

All of a sudden, I got the cold chills, shivered and gave myself a push start. Not much of a start, I realized. I was stuck. My dry clothing stuck to the surface of the wet slide. I gripped the thick, slimy edges of the toy and scooted myself about a centimeter. My rubber soles stopped me. A deep laugh escaped my throat. “I give up!” I shouted with a smile. I thrust my hands up and laid back; I felt my spine and goosebumped arms against the chilled, hollow plastic. Water droplets fell into my mouth. “Okay last try,” I promised. After three minutes with much effort, I twisted myself over onto my stomach where I was temporarily stuck again. My face was uncomfortably smashed directly into the slide. I saw a world of orange. I tasted the moist plastic in my mouth. “Okay it’s time!” I lifted up my feet and didn’t exactly “zoom” down the slide the wrong way. “Woo!” I screamed with delight.

I sprinted out onto Desert Hills Field and threw my body onto the lush ground. The wet blades of grassed, soaked through my shirt. Katy appeared by me. “This is so amazing. I love the rain.” I spoke aloud. The grass itched my sticky neck. I ignored it. I rubbed my hand over the grass, held it up to my face and then wiped my dripping hand on a seemingly dry patch of denim on my thigh.

“I know what you mean…” She said with a sigh. I gazed up into the crying grey-blue sky with nothing more said between us. It was hard to keep my eyelids open at first. Rain found its way into my eyes. I closed them and took a deep breath. I listened to the comforting tap-tap-tap of each droplet falling on and around me. Every uncovered part of my body was slippery from the precipitation. I felt cold no more. I exhaled and looked to the wonder above our heads. And for one brief moment, time stopped. All there was in the world at that moment was me laying in a wet, grassy field, with the rain falling. I wasn’t cold. I wasn’t warm. Nothing mattered. Time was of no importance. My mind was blank and my heart was full. My soul was 100% content – I had completely lived in the moment.

'Prologue' - Autobiography

Marisha Perry
1/28/07 6th hour
Reaching For the Stars

I’m Marisha. I am just a sixteen year old girl looking for her own piece of mind. To start off my autobiography, I am to introduce myself gracefully to start off my story. I’m not the most graceful person, but I’ll do my best.

I chose this title, “Reaching For the Stars” because I want to achieve great things and make something of my life. I want to travel the world and make a difference. I’m sure a countless amount of people say something to that effect, but I mean it and I will. The way I see it, even when I have attained a high point in my life, there is always something extra to reach for. I am going to reach my full potential by the time my turn is over. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and the way a person reacts to those things determines who he is and who he will be. Every person needs to know that there is always something out there waiting just for him; better or worse, it’s that persons own choice to reach for the stars and grab it.

More literally, I thrive on stargazing. Every now and then I’ll just lay out on a trampoline or in a park and search the stars. At times they feel so close I can almost physically touch them. They fascinate me, and I’m sure they always will. When I look at the stars I know that everything I want to experience is possible. I believe we all have a story. We can choose to write it for ourselves or someone else will. Every story is worth mentioning. And this is the story of my life.

Well..

I guess that was that.

just like that.

UGH! One regret when I think about it..

Big Japan at Sasquatch Festival last year on Yeti.




This totally COULD have been me!

But no, I had to not know about Big Japan, and not stick around on that stage, in the FRONT ROW leaning against the fence, gripping the chain links, looking into the eyes of the hot lead musician. I could for Big City Rock, but not for Big Japan. I wish I would have known about it. GRR. I missed it. How excruciating.


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Title of Liberty [Apr 4,2006]

Title Of Liberty

Can I wish upon this star?
And make this wish
come true?
Would you be okay with that
If I sometimes dream of you?

We lay upon the
dew-wet grass
On this December night.
Underneath the sea of stars
fond memories of us
are framed into our mind.

This moment seems just perfect
one that will last us through our lives
The beat of our hearts
Syncronized breathing
Is this really the last time?

Can I wish upon this star?
And make this wish
come true?
Would you be okay with that
If I just dream of you?

Our time used to be so special
Why did we let it slip away?
You didn't call
I didn't call

"just too different"
We stand still,
then walk away
Scared
Of what could have been.

Here I walk
down my gravel pathway
Glance over my shoulder
Your beautiful silhouette
is kicking up dust
into your future.
What have I done?

And so I realize ~ My title of liber-ty:
If I could wish upon one star
and have my dream come true
I would wish that we could be
a "we", for our eternity

I found you
Your eyes no longer warm
You built a fort
around your heart
Don't seem to discover that
I'm knocking on the door.

Can I wish upon this star?
And make this wish
come true?
Would you be okay with that
If I only dream of you?

Last night you tried to hide
What you felt
What you feel
Our faces are so close
Your breath, my breath
Our breath
This just seems so right
I see it in your eyes.

Gaze into the starlit sky
without me
Wish upon that star, baby
Maybe you'll find your answer.

Do you still dream of me?

Hrrrmph.

Not happy here.
Well not happy

Not now.. who knows when I will be again.

*shrugs*

Miss you.
Miss a lot of people. =[

I feel like I just threw everything away. For this. For how I am NOW. And that tears me up inside. I'm in the 90 percentile of sureity that I'm going to move to Utah for the summer.

Life shouldn't have to be this hard. Maybe I just did it to myself.