definition of motif.

Motifs are the recurring structures, contrasts, or literary devices that can help to develop and inform the piece’s major themes. It can be an idea, object, place or statement. An example could be the "rules" in fight club. They are constantly being mentioned and are a main theme and point in the book. It allows the reader to understand how things work in fight club. It is like a secret, silent code but everyone who is in fight club understands and lives by it. 

sarah jewett.

She was an american novelist and also wrote short stories.  She is best known for her local color works set in or near South Berwick, Maine. Her and her family were residents of New England for generations. Jewett was educated at Miss Olive Rayne's school and then at Berwick Academy. She wrote about things she grew up around and knew about. 

sweet kicks, new whips, and hockey sticks..

i don't mean to brag but i feel like i really have the whole package going on. i'm functional, yet practical. adorable, yet durable. from the start i've been comfortable because i don't have laces. i like my pink sole and edging. it gives me a little flare that everyone loves. the poka dots are just the icing on top. but let's not forget my crown. 

i've been through a lot with my owner. (i wish she would stop leaving me in the garage and just wash me once for god's sake, but that's not the point i suppose...) the second or third time my owner wore me out was to a pickup hockey game. she was on defense and scraping my sole all over the pavement. that was not something i really enjoy but whatever. i suppose that's what you get for being made a functional shoe.

this other time, my owner and her friends were driving down to the beach for the day. we were driving down the highway and she had her feet kicked up out the window when i fell off her foot! THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP. finally i rolled over to the emergency lane and wondered if she was going to come back for me or not. well her being her, she made her friends pop a u-turn and come back for me. that was unpleasant. 

if i recall correctly, she bought me about 4 or 5 years ago. i wonder how much longer she plans to keep me around. she hasn't worn me in quite some time and i've seen the others pass by. her favorite black uggs, even thought they are, in fact, really ugly.. her tall black boots she wears when going out. the duck taped etnies (him and i get along well. he's one of the nicer shoes she owns; the rest are kind of jerks.) i'm sure if i still fit her, she'll wear me eventually. 

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"...the ethical man knows not to cheat on his wife whereas the moral man actually doesn't."

In reference to #2 on this site: http://www.friesian.com/valley/dilemmas.htm.

If that were me, I think i would have chosen to pull the chair. Although it's horrible and sad, the rationality is

that if I wasn't the one to pull the chair, the guard would have done it then killed another innocent person because

of my actions. It's a terrible thing and as sad as it is, it's the right thing to do. No matter what the son would have died.

At least his death wouldn't have caused another person their life. As a father, I can't even imagine what it must have

been like to have to do that to your own son. But I wouldn't want my actions to take someone else's life. Rationally,

one person dying is better than two people dying. The chances of me being able to understand the pain of a father

killing his own son is slim. But in this situation there is I think there is technically a right and wrong thing to do.

plansss...

over break, my friend amber, joe, and i are going up to mountain creek for the weekend. we'll probably spend the day time snowboarding and just hanging out, then at night there's a couple parties at mountain creek we want to go to. there's a heated out door pool so i'm really excited to just get back to the house after snowboarding then just jump into the pool and.. HOT TUB.. when i come back on monday, i think monday night i'm going up to hunter with some friends. come back tuesday, and then the rest of break is just going to be relaxing and working. same old same old. then sometime this week, i'm going up to pennsylvania for my friend dirt biking competition. good stuff. :]

My Own Worst Enemy.

In retrospect, not a lot of things in life get me down. But one thing that really just depresses the hell out of me is how i chose to make decisions. I don't like to read too deeply into things, so when it comes to making a choice, it's almost such an "enie-menie-minie-moe" situation with me. I think that makes me my own worst enemy a lot of the time. I don't make decisions or choices based on what will make me the happiest or better, i basically base it on what is going to make it easier on me and everyone around me. i avoid making choices that hurt me or my friends around me which is weird because i can be the riskiest person, but I'm so conserved some days. i have the absolute worst inner conflicts about almost everything. if it comes down to two things i can't chose between i just usually drop both and don't think about it. because i do this, i really am never sure what i really want or what makes me happy because of this. it's not even that I'm indecisive or anything and i can't make a choice, it's just that i hate making them. i hate having to think about consequences so i just do things a lot of the time without thinking about it. i know it's stupid and it's going to end up biting me in the end. but or now it just makes things easier.