Don’t debate me. I’ll stand by this statement until I go down six feet under: Chuy’s is the best Tex-Mex franchise in the country. I don’t care about some local place in the middle of Lincoln, Nebraska. Chuy‘s has nothing but the best. I’ve had debates over this one topic, but I stand by my belief every day, and I will for the rest of my life. No, sadly, I am not sponsored by Chuy’s (But I sure wish I was…), but I won’t lie; being back on a campus with the nearest Chuy’s being fifty miles away, it tears up my heart that this distance between me and my favorite restaurant is so far.
It’s a lot more than the Queso, the burritos “as big as your face,” or the fun environment that Chuy’s has, where every restaurant’s interior is unique in some way: Chuy’s acts as a stimulus for my nostalgia.
With each fresh chip I dip into the golden sauce that is their mildly-spicy cheese dip, I am reminded of trips with my mother to the restaurant. I remember times when my family members from down south came up to visit. Chuy’s ignites a certain crack across my face that comes from more than just the flavor.
Hey guys! I have a lot of good news, but I’ve decided to space it out. Firstly, I’ve decided to start posting my story studies here as well. Something I’ve been doing to practice writing emotions, themes, and stuff like that is listen to a song on repeat, all the while trying to write a story based on how it makes me feel. It’s like writing a story of a music video. So, as the Kanye West fan that I am, I listened to “Runaway,” and I sat down and wrote it all out in about twenty minutes. It was a good test, and I really enjoyed the story. Please check it out! It’s linked here.
Goal setting is important in an art form like this. Usually, in writing, we come in with a couple long term goals, like finishing a book, or getting published, but those… those are built on a couple other goals.
It’s taken a lot of effort to come to this point, but I’ve been sitting at home wondering what is it that makes me happy, and I realize now that it’s goal setting that does it for me. If I set a goal, then I feel good if I complete it. But I realized I had my goals too broadly made.
“Okay Peyton,” I started, “You’re going to sit down and write a book.” That’s an insane idea. And it stressed me out when months would pass and I wasn’t doing it. I wasn’t “writing a book,” I was putting words on the page and looking away for a while. It was then that I realized I needed to change something in how I set these goals.
Oh my goodness, is that literally the worst way you can loose someone. I lost my mom to it in 2014. Since then, I’ve been working on trying to understand it, working to find out the meaning as not only did life seemingly stop for a moment, it also simultaneously kept moving forward.
Mom was gone, we grieve, and then we move forward.
But that’s not how it works, at least, it shouldn’t be. When you lose someone, your whole life changes, like heads going to tails, a six on a die rolling to one. An empty spot at the dinner table, nobody to cheer you on from the sidelines.
I cannot imagine the unexpected pain that Zack Snyder must feel every day. I may feel like I know a little about it, but it is truly tragic what happened to his daughter. Forget the super-heroics, the spandex and the gritty voices, let’s talk about this movie, the movement it brought, and the precedent this has going forward.
I’ve been writing since about 2012. Earlier if you count the crappy comics I made as a child, with the superheroes of Fast Boy and Cowboys and Secret Agents. The point is, I’ve been a storyteller since childhood.
I’ve written speeches and spoke in front of a crowd of a thousand, I’ve made short stories that nearly won scholarships, and I have told the same stories over and over again, constantly reworking and learning my audience.
Humor and comedy come naturally to me. Tears and sorrow come naturally as well. Right now, the only thing natural that’s coming to me is reflection.
The past month has been insanely hard, and now I’m in a moment where everything was really going south for me. From losing friends, to not getting things I wanted to get into, to not doing the things I want to do, I’ve turned bitter.
Note: I received this as a free Advanced Review Copy via Aconyte Books and Marvel for an honest, spoiler-free review through NetGalley. Many thanks to the people at Aconyte and Marvel.
I will start this off with a confession, something that will stun you all:
I’ve been reading comics for years. I love YouTube channels like Comic Drake,Variant, and Comics Explained. But the X-Men? I couldn’t really get into them. It was something about the whole saga, how X-Men ruled the 90s comic landscape and changed everything. I couldn’t really get into the movies, I loved Evan Peters as Quicksilver, and Hugh Jackman as Wolverine, but I just couldn’t understand the whole idea of mutantkind, or the time-travel shenanigans, the deaths and the resurrections, or… Deadpool. Comic-fan blasphemy, I know! I just couldn’t get into Deadpool for the life of me!
I needed something that was a palate cleanser, an introduction that was easy to follow, easy to know. The idea of Xavier’s Institute is such a cool one, it’s like Harry Potter; a school full of powered individuals, with powerful teachers, learning how to hone their skills to be helpful in the rest of the world. First Team by Robbie MacNiven fulfills that desire and need.
I was sitting at my desk last night when a sudden fear had encapsulated my headspace: Peaking.
You know that fear, right? I have lived eighteen years on this planet and I am suddenly scared of the idea that those eighteen years may be the best ones I had. Or maybe I am scared that the next four will be the best ones, and then I’ll have sixty or more years of my life to feel bad in because it just “won’t be like the good old days.”
This fear is always in the back of my head, but now it’s up front and center. With life seemingly moving at a million miles-per-hour, I realized I was going too fast, and I needed to slow down. What better way to do that than with Kanye West’s My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy?
Warning: Spoilers for Avengers: Infinity War, Endgame, and Wandavision Episodes 1-9.
“I just feel you.” Vision says as Wanda Maximoff uses her powers to remove the infinity stone from Vision’s vibranium cranium. Her fingers twirl as red magic flies from her fingertips, and as Vision closes his eyes, the stone shatters, and Vision is gone.
That is, until Thanos arrives. Thanos walks up to the dead corpse of Vision, and much to the anger of Wanda, Thanos uses the Time stone to revive vision and pluck the stone from his head. Vision falls to the ground, dead.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently, as there’s been things occurring in my life that has had me asking questions like “Why me?” or “What did I do wrong?”
When things like this happen, I usually like to sit down and just write creatively, I get my ideas down on a page and hey, maybe I’ll have something I feel is presentable. This time, I have something I’m proud of, and you can find it in the My Writings section. It’s called “The Indifferent Creator Reflects on His Creation.” The story follows a creator, who creates a world, all the while reflecting on creating. I’m quite happy with it, and it’s a fairly short tale, only about 700 words.
I will get this out of the way: I didn’t originally plan to read this. It’s not for any class, but I had an idea strike me as though a bird had pecked at my window incessantly, an idea based around two figures currently in the public domain, but I had only read through one of these figures, and not with this one.
So, here I am.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, which I’ll be calling from now on Dorian Gray was one of Oscar Wilde’s few novels, and it drew controversy in 1890 due to the controversial nature of the story and the “morals,” or, rather, the lack thereof. The morals seen in this book, however, are still poignant today, and should be at least heard of.