Sunday, May 2, 2010

Analogies.

Ms. M would love these. Considering she was teaching us in language that one time, to (if thats's the word) analogize.

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.

The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.


Speaking of Ms. M reminds me of our Literature drama exam results, which we got today. Awful. Just awful. It ruiened my whole grade! I was getting an A before and now.. Well I'm getting a B now, but I'd have LIKED an A. haye.

I. NEED. TO. START. STUDYING.

dammit.

1 comment:

  1. I was just randomly looking through your blog,hhaha this is funny

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