Cabinet of Styles :: Personal Narrative Timeline Papers

Cabinet of StylesWow, am I tired. I tried to go to bed early last night, but couldnt rest period for squat. So I turned on the tube. Nothing of interest was on so I turned it to MTV. It was, like, Jams hour or something so it lulled me to sleep. Around one am or so it was Headbangers ball or Alternative Nation. The strobe flashes from the hide woke me up really fast. Damn MTV. FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH. Their melody changes from Enyas soft, sweet lullabies to Dead Presidents traumatic, trashy rock. Its kinda like their commercials, which I collar as a microcosm of that whole network. Flash things at an audience, be loud, objectionable and down proper stupid sometimes and make money of f of it. possibly I am near cranky because it woke me up. I dont mind MTV, just not at one in the morning. Maybe VH1 is better to sleep to. Hey, maybe thats kinda what Mike was talking about in pattern about styles in society as related to me. Different situations demands contrary styles. CoolSo anyway, I should clean out that file cabinet today....no, too much work...but yet, I have nothing better to do so I may as well. Maybe if I accommo involution MTV on while I do it, I can last through that pile of junk more quickly. 1045 am THE FILE CABINETGod I have a accord of junk. Ive kept papers from high school writing classes. As if they be worth revising...they sound so childish now. Neat, heres one I wrote in ninth grade. I have to laugh as I contemplate it though, because I always sounded the same in my writings back then. in some manner my personality ended up being expressed through the component no matter what. If I tried to make my character into soulfulness I wasnt the story was awkward and stilted. One of them was an essay I wrote right after a break up the assignment was just a character sketch. Her attention was caught, however, when her friend Mary said that hse had a date for that weekend. She flet as if hes been slapped in the face. Her mind wandered to the days when she had been busy dating. It seemed to bery long ago. Of persist my character was a depressed girl whose friends were all dating and she was seat all alone to moon over the lost love.