The Last Blog

This will be the last time I blog for this class, and maybe ever in my life. (I'm not sure I may start a log called Peoples Punisher to get 10000 followers to over throw the government.) I'm not really sure what to say in this blog other than that it has been a good semester. I can't praise the teacher because of his immunity, but I will say that I have learned in this class, I have become a more interesting person. Coming into this class I was kind of interesting, and I know a little bit about the literary world, but this class really broadened my preservatives really on everything that was taught. I guess that this was all done on my own because obviously praise has to be payed to those that will accept it. More than learning about the literary world, I have learned a ton about the physical world. These two world really are intertwined and I never really understood that before this class. I know know why there is so much misunderstanding in the physical world, very few people delve into the literary world anymore deciding that seeing something is enough to understand something. This class has also taught me to be compassionate... at least to characters in books, I need have to think about there circumstance to really understand where these different characters are coming from. After writing my last blog I may become less interesting of a person, but it will take a while for this to happen, so I guess it was worth my tuition to come into this class.

Repent

To everyone in the class I hurt, or made fun of I am truly sorry. My intentions were never to attack anyones personal thoughts or feelings, rather it was to make it so the class was more enjoyable and meaniful to everyone that participated in the clas including myself. In the end I kind of feel bad, because I know that the majority of the class hates me, and it doesn't bother me that much. I know that all of you are good people and I kind of suck. So after reading this blog try to into your hearts and find a way to forgive me. One of you guys could be my boss one day (this is shown in many storys, the bully is put into his place when hye is older) so I don't want any grudge being held over my head. To everyone in the class thanks a ton for going on this roller-coaster ride with me and maybe I'll see some of you in some other classes throughout my years at MSU.

What I learned in this class and why does it matter

We were given two topic to write about for our final paper. In the end I wrote about the Brothers K, but I kind of wanted to explore the other topic as well. What have you learned in this class, and how has it changed you. In first conemptlating the idea, nothing really occured to me. I don't know I just kind of thought that it was another class where I learned some vauluable skill that I would never really utilize. In take a more retrospective look I realized that this class as taught me something far more than reading or an in depth look into the world of liturature. ( I kind of knew these ideas already, although this class did give me a greater responsibilty for both topics.) What I really learn is that it is important to make friends in a class that will, feed of you and that you can feed off of. In all honestly the main reason I liked going to class was so that Garrett could feed off each other. I don't know if I really did anything for him, maybe prompted him to speak a little more... I doubt it. What he did for me was amazing though, he made me far more clever, far more willing to make a fool of myself, and most importantaly called me out when I would say stupid things. This class just taught me that it is extremelyy important to make friends and utilizer them so the best of both people show through. This is going to help me in life, I always need people that will push me through everything. In the end I don't know if this lesson is going to change the world, but I do know this if I becone a senator Garrett will for sure be one of me advisors.

Final Paper

Ivan’s Human Condition.

The idea of God haunts Dostoevsky’s classic novel, The Brothers Karamazov. Although this book is often read as a murder mystery novel, when read this way the majesty of the story is often missed. Dostoevsky wrote the story in this style to keep a captive audience while he allowed his characters to flush out religious and societal issues, including idea of theodicy, and justify a God who allows the torture of the innocents. Throughout the novel, readers might perceive these themes, but they take center stage in book five, Pro and Contra, where Ivan talks to Alexey about theodicy, the Church, and God. The conversations between these two men divulge some of the greatest arguments against the Church and God’s “world” that have ever been conceived. Oftentimes, these arguments are falsely thought to have come from extended hours of logical thought. In fact, Ivan’s arguments do not stem from deep contemplation, but rather from his “vicious mole of nature.” Ivan, along with Dmitri and Alexey, is infected by a raging sensuality that controls his every decision. Only in Ivan, however, does this sensualism take form in argument; in the other two brothers, actions are determined by this vice. Ivan’s thought process is never fully understood unless it is seen less as logic and more as a chain of passionate thought driven by the “Karamazov curse.”

            Ivan argues against God because he is in a war with him, a war in which he searches for the answers to the world and his life story. In Ivan’s eyes, God has abandoned him from the time he was a child. “At ten years old Ivan had realized that they were living not at their own home but rather on other peoples charity, and their father a man of whom was to disgraceful to speak” (8). From a very early age, Ivan realized he was different; he never accepted the loving care others bestowed upon him. Throughout his childhood, an image of an orphan plagued Ivan, stirring in him ideas involving God’s torment on the earth. Ivan struggles to justify his unhappy fortune of a parentless childhood. "Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end... but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature ... And to found that edifice on its unavenged tears.” (222)  In God’s creation of the world Ivan, and every other tortured child, was the sacrifice that had to be made in order to ensure the success of mandkind. This is not an idea yielded by hours of contemplation, but rather a burning pain that seared in Ivan throughout his life. Ivan feels God is not a creator but rather a torturer, and God chose Ivan out of all the children in the world to spitefully target. Ivan’s pure brilliance and raw hatred allow him to conceive an argument that justifies his loathing for the world. In refusing to accept his torturous fate, Ivan began to question not only God’s creations, but also every faction that man created for the worship of God.

            To Ivan, man is the reason God has failed; man is the great implementer of torment and injustice. "I think the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness." In man’s creation of entities that are pure evil, he is able to justify to himself and why mankind always must struggle to suppress the desire to do evil.  Ivan formulates this idea because Ivan, along with the rest of humanity, also must try to resist the impulse to do terrible things. “ The formula all is Lawful I won’t renounce” (244). Ivan supports the theory that everything any man does is lawful because he, too wants to take advantage of this principle. Ivan is governed solely by his emotions; this allows him to validate his actions and ward off remorse. Ivan’s emotional drive forces him to rationalize his dark thoughts, but this is not enough; he must also understand why the Church exists to taint this darker side of humanity.

To Ivan, the Church seems to refute all unjustified acts. This irks Ivan because he does not adhere to a higher moral standard; instead he follows a standard he sets for himself. Since the Church counters Ivan’s view of the world and morality, he must find a way to ruin the Church in order to prove his morality is more justified than that of the bible. “We shall show them that they are weak, that they are only pitiful children… They will become timid and will look to us and huddle close to us in fear as chicks to the hen” (239-240). Ivan attempts to portray how the Church is based on power, and that its primary goal is to control all of humanity. In this, he confirms the Church is the most immoral of all entities. Ivan’s proxy preaches of how the Church would kill Jesus so they could keep the power in the hands of the Church. Jesus teaches people to take freedom, not bread, and therefore the church cannot have Jesus alive because they preach bread, not freedom (238). The Church wants to control the world in order to promote its own moral standard, but to do this the Church must enslave the world. Ivan cannot stand for this because he has to set and follow his own course; a course that will allow his sensualism to reign over every cell of his being. Ivan disproves the church’s morality in order to confirm that all humans, himself included, are the cruelest of all animals, and that anything created by humans must be equally cruel  (221).

The curse of being a Karamazov controls the entirety of Ivan’s thought process. Ivan most undergo mental gymnastics so he might find a way to prove this taint is not only bestowed upon him, but all members of humanity. He must demonstrate how even the most pure of all of humans creations are flawed. The world could have not been created by God, too much turmoil occurs on Earth. Ivan shows the world that only deep contemplation allows the justification of an inescapable inherent condition. Unfortunately, Ivan never can prove he is correct; he is not representative of the entire human population, he is only representative of himself. Ivan’s desperate validations do not validate a human condition, only a Karamazavian taint.

 

Archetypal Life

As I talked about in my last post I'm reading the novel Dune, and there a found an archetype that we didn't really ever talk about and I couldn't really find on the internet. What about the mystic group of protectors that are always trying to keep the system (whatever it may be, planet, town, culture) in balance. In Dune it is the Beni Jesorits, which have heighten sense of awareness that are almost turned into super human powers. This type of organization is almost in every story though. The Jedi, the order of the Phoenix, The elves in the LORT are some that I could think of off the top of my head. This is definitely an archetype, its everywhere I just can't find it any where. I did a little bit of research before writing this blog and did realize something as I was looking for archetypes and that is that every archetypal character is based off of some really character in the world. I mean in the list there was the beggar, the nun, the Diplomat, and all of these characters have district traits that everyone at least in western culture would know and understand. This makes me wonder do people become what they are because they fall into some archetypal category? If this is true our life is way more of a  story than I once thought, and know the stories and your place in them is a really powerful tool to possess. 

Reading is Weird

Recently I have been reading Dune. This is rapidly becoming one of my favorite books that I have ever read, and I keep thinking that part of the reason that I am enjoying it so much is because I have taken this class. I know that science fiction is always based of societies vices, and thats normally why I read it. This is different though for some reason, instead of thinking about how all of the different parts of Dune relate to different things in society I am thinking of Dune as one big picture. I guess that really I'm just reading it to enjoy the book, and to get something from it that I wouldn't have had before I read it. I'm not reading it to talk about it, or to learn anything and that is really strange to me. I can't really decide if it's the highlighted plot points, or just how i think that its so similar to so many other story that I can relate it to, but really I just like it. This class has done something weird to me, I have always read in the past to get something out of a book, but now I'm just reading to read. I still get something out of the book, and really its probably what I would have understood anyways, its just that now I'm not worried about how much a book can teach me I guess its just how much I enjoy it. This has to be at least one of the major lessons that this class is suppose to teach, to read for readings sake.  Anything that is published probably has some good ideas in it, and probably is at least decently written, so I guess now I just need to start reading things and not really worry to much about what they are trying to say, or what the deeper message is. I don't know why but I think that this is going to stay with me forever, and hopefully I get everything I'm suppose to get from books now. I have no idea, I really have no idea if anything I just said is true at all, I just hope that I'm not totally off track.

Beautiful

In class the other day Professor S said that more than anything he just hopes to our papers could be beautiful. What does it mean to be beautiful though? Is it pretty structure and grammar, gorgeous ideas, or just how the paper overall presents itself. It's hard to be beautiful because supposedly beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What I just said cannot be necessarily true though, if something is poorly written it obviously won't be the pretty. Its weird to think that a poem can be written in a way that seems to be poor yet can still be considered one of the most beautiful things ever written. This is why I still don't completely understand the english language or literature. It's like something that is so plain (such as the red wheel barrow) can be seen as being beautiful. It's not the last of complexity that confuses me but rather that the piece was published in the first place. I could write a poem right on. 

As I stared into the window 

Blackness

My own Face was looking back me. 

Yet that will never be published and really I wouldn't consider that worthy or "beautiful" enough to be so. I guess that there is just something that I still am really missing and that is will take multiple more english classes to understand, or maybe I will just never understand it. I will try my hardest and hopefully one day (probably without my knowledge) I will also create something that is beautiful.

Presentations.

On friday I was really impressed by the Antigone presentation. It was cool that it was the exact same story but with a modern twist. It made it extremely funny. I mean they hit it dead on by calling Creon a pimp and Ismane as a whinny little girl. This was a valuable play because they made it so every character was really easily able to be grasped. It put it in a perceptive that really anyone would understand. I kind of wonder why they don't do plays like this for kids that would never be willing to read something classic like Antigone. I think that i would make it so they would get into classic literature. I don't think that classic literature is dyeing its just transforming into new trends of characters. The plot never really changes just the outfit and names. I feel as though if this idea could be related to every kid that they wouldn't be so unwilling to read. IN fact they would realize that every TV show on is just a retelling of book, and books may become more popular.

My Sincere Apology

Alright, this blog is written to defend my self from certain persons so if it offends anyone I'm sorry just look at your fellow class mates blogs. I was bashed on by one of my fellow class mate in their blog for being "obnoxious, loud, and unintelligent" during my presentation. Then he went off to say that I'm not smart at all I'm just good at yelling at people, and that is why my point is heard rather than others. Although the second part may be true, there was a reason for my unintelligence. If I was not loud and obnoxious our debate would have probably not gotten anywhere, it would have been another group reading from note cards and having a completely pre planned speech which is okay, but would have it really been interesting to the class. By polarizing the class against a common enemy (myself) it allowed it so many much deeper thought and ideas where able to escape from the brains of my cohorts, even if it was to make me look dumb. Sometimes a lot more intelligent conversation is done by acting a foul and letting the rest of the world have an attack on you, rather than just reading from some pre planned note card and trying to act smart. So I am sorry that if i offended anyone by not letting them defeat Tim Ronan (he was too loud I couldn't talk over him.) I just decided that it was worth the sacrifice so we could have a smooth presentation what involved the entire class.

Paragraph 1 draft 1

This will be changed son but this is my first draft to my first paragraph.

   Since the beginning of humanity the question of death has tormented our species. Death is an idea that resounds across all age groups and ethnicities, so when a marketing genius decided to manipulate concept it was extremely easy for them to gain large amount of power and wealth. From this our entire civilization was formed; from the most mighty pope, to the poorest beggar, everyone was put into their place depending upon how well they, or their lineage could manipulate the concept of life after death. This order had been established for centuries when Dostoevsky started writing his classic novel the Brothers Karamazov. This idea of God, and how well people can conform to it, is shown as one of the principle of foundations of the novel, although it is never really given a stance. Instead Dostoevsky created characters with personalities of their own that would take each side of the argument, allowing the reader to decide with no implications from Dostoevsky himself. One of the principle characters for this foundational part of the book is Ivan Karamazov. During book 5 of the Brothers Karamazov “Con and Contra” Ivan makes argument that he can’t ACCEPT   the world that god has created.  Although he believes that God exists, he thinks that the fundamental bases of the church and humanity is flawed. Although Ivan makes valid arguments, they were only created in the hope that he could justify his own life. Ivan makes this magnificent argument against god not to in some way save humanity but rather because he is a Karamazov. Through a traumatic childhood, and a Karamazovian  curse Ivan has to justify why we thinks and acts the way he is, for this reason Ivan wrote the Grand inquisitor and made a stunning argument against god. 

No book is boring only people are

This blog is being written so i can revive some idea that I had about this subject from earlier in the semester. My group is doing its project on this topic so I figured I might as well think about it before we end up meeting. 

Really I'm not sure if a agree with this statement some books are just really poorly written and I feel as though that is a barrier that really effects the ability for a book to be enjoyed. I was thinking about it this weekend and being intelligence is just how well one being can convey a message to another being so if the message cannot be conveyed than really the book is of a low level of intelligence that really is not worth anyone time and really is a boring book. Rather if a book is written well which most published pieces of literature are than that said book is really probably not boring just the people that read and hate it are. 

The reason that some books are seen as being boring or stupid or suck is because often times the reader don't relate to the subject matter. This is not the fault of the authors its just that people are to lazy to really allow themselves to fall into a topic that is unfamiliar to them. This makes it so the book is alien and therefor stupid. I can think of a perfect example of this from my own life. I was given an assignment to read the secret life of bee's when i was in 9Th grade, from here on out this book resonates with the worst book ever written to me. It's not because there was anything wrong with me, but instead the book was just written  on a level that I didn't comprehend or didn't' want to try to comprehend. I mean when the girl had her period I did what any 15 year old would do, and say "this is sick man, I don't want to read this garbage." Really though this and a few other scenes are crucial to the point of the coming of age novel. 

Not only are people to lazy to try and understand what is being written, but lately our society has been lacking imagination and that is also another huge burden to the enjoyment of novels. Ever since the creation of the radio it has been easier and easier for ones imagination to be sucked out and replaced by images and sound of the imagination of another. This has really hindered the enjoyment of books. What the point of reading a story if you can't be a part of the story. For a novel to be enjoyed one has to become completely engrossed in that said novel and lately we have not been able to do that because of many different outside influences, that distract us from the majesty that is a book. I have to go and eat but my one other big argument is about people just being flat out lazy and that they would rather have their brains dead than exercise them. 

Creon Vs Antigone

In the play Antigone, it is often seen as Antigone being the hero while Creon is often shown to be a villain. This is probably because Antigone is more commonly seen as the protagonist, why is this though.  She is the main character of the play, but really is she justified. Are her actions wholly intended to bury her dead brother or are they about something more. Rather than Antigone following the rules of the world she thinks that she can play by her own rules. She thinks that that she will be able to do what she want to do unchecked, she buries her brother not so she can save his soul but rather to test the power of the new governmental regime. This is often overlooked in Antigone, but Creon is a new king, that just got out of one war with one of Antigone's brothers. If she were to some how challenge the authority of the new king she could have caused turbulence with in the community. This would have caused another uprising maybe forcing Creon out of power. Although Antigone is a woman in a power vacuum really anything can happen it would have been possible for her to take a spot on the throne. The reason that this is true is because she could have come up with another way to save her brothers soul. Instead she was too bull headed and decided to take matters into her own hands. Antigone wasn't even bold enough to take her punishment after it was dealt. This shows that she honestly didn't ever think that she was going to be punished, proving that she thought that the new king was weak. Antigone thought that there was a chance that she could over throw Creon and when she failed it was shown to the world as civil disobedience  instead of an act of war upon her own country. She is not justified in her actions because all that she was really trying to do was over throw Creon who was justifiably in a place of power. 

Old News Sonnet

Although sonnets are really old news and we're on to bigger and better things, I have to tell this story because I couldn't actually believe it myself. So firstly I got in a huge fight with my girlfriend the other day... So big that I thought that we were probably going to break up over it. I was supper upset and anxious and I didn't really know what to do so I sat down and wrote, but instead of writing a journal entry all that I could think about was rhyming so I decided to write a sonnet. I wasn't sure, but in the end it actually made me feel way better. I can't really believe that it worked. I mean I was super skeptical about it in the first place but I liked doing it, and it calmed me down a ton. More so than doing that though it made it so my girlfriend wasn't mad at me anymore. This was honestly one of the coolest things that has ever happened and I will remember it for the rest of my life. Instead of even trying to talk it out with her I just gave her the sonnet and didn't say anything. After she read it everything just seemed to be okay. I don't really know what happened but I guess that it just some how made her realize that it isn't worth fighting about anything. What I'm really trying to get at is that even if you write a sonnet for your personal well being (not being stressed out), give it to the person that you are writing about. I think that they will, every time be touched in some way that you actually wrote, a sonnet (not a poem) about them. Not very many people get hand written personal sonnets in their lives, so if you give one to some one they won't stay mad at you I guarantee it. Plus the sonnet helps you get past the hard part in your life.

The brothers K

Right now I am rereading book 5 to try and come up with an idea for my paper. I think that what I want to write about is that although Alexi is suppose to be the idealistic spiritual begin this should title should actually be given to his brother Ivan. The reason that i think this is because Ivan is not worried about the inner workings of god but rather the sufferings of man. I know that it is supposedly more idealistic to give up ones life for doing goods work but it seems as though Alexi has not ever really thought about why he is doing it. Ivan seems to be doing something that he feels as though can change the persecutive of man kind where Alexi is just following duty. How is it idealistic to blindly follow anything. Ivan makes the point about the little girl in the out house and this is what I feel like stings a cord that create a paper on. Rather than talking about the little boy getting ripped apart by dogs the little girl is a more powerful image because she lives afterwards, and that is the beginning of her fait to just become another human that is going to do evil in the world. During this conversation Alexi can barely deal with the ideas that are being brought up, he can barely talk and a feel as though this isin vocative of another human that is willing to allow suffering to happen in exchange for happiness. Which Ivan also brings up. Really I think that the thesis of my paper is going to be that Ivan instead of Alexi should be the ideal character not because he is not confrontational, but instead because he is willing to be confrontational to try and understand the problems in the world.

Bad Day

The assignment for the class this weekend was to have a bad day, I tried my hand at this and failed miserably. I thought that if i did a bunch of really terrible thing that it would force me to have a really terrible day. First thing in the morning I woke up and temporarily broke up with my girlfriend, but when I did this she begged for my forgiveness over nothing. This proved that she actually does really like me and I guess it kind of made me feel better not worse about my self. Since I was unsuccessful in emotionally hurting myself I figured that the only way that I could have a super bad day was to physically scare myself. I don't have the guts to actually harm myself I tried to get another person to do it for me. I went into the street and tried to get hit by a car but they all just swerved around me. Then I tried to get someone to hit me in the face, but that didn't work either.
It was weird when I was trying to have all of these bad things happen to me only good results came out of it. For this reason I decide that I don't agree at all with the tragic since of life. I feel as though there are way more happy moments than sad ones. The only reason that sad ones are more prevalent in stories is because they always make for a better story. It would be terrible to hear a story about a great day, but it is amazing to hear a story Oedipus Rex killing his father and having relations with his mother. I feel as though the idea of the tragic since of life was created by someone that was just in a really hard time of there life. Even if life is terrible it is still vibrant rather than the monotony of blackness. Although in the end I'm going to be buried in a hole, and am probably never going to have any sensation again I am glad that I was at least given the chance to have sensation in the first place. Dying is alright, living at least at this point is better, but not witnessing the majesty of life at all is terrible.


P.S. I'm really jealous of Garret because he actually got to fulfil the assignment, and successfully scared himself.

In class the other day the was a discussion about how Alexi was not the hero of the Brothers K, because of his inability to be a dynamic character. He is the hero for this reason though, and I think that this is why Dysoski choose to say that he was the hero. The reason for this is because all of the other characters kind of take a life of their own. The other characters in the book are not interested in helping the reader get through the book, they are only interested in getting by on their task. I feel as though Alexi is there to keep the reader engaged, and that is why he does not really change. The reason that Alexi so pure is because he is the only character that the author could keep control of. Without Alexi the book would be like watching a reality TV show instead of reading a novel. It would be watching the lives of people going through dramatic events, instead of reading a novel with complex thoughts and idea hidden throughout the text. It is noted that most of the really important metaphysical conversations are related through Alexi not any of the other characters. If Alexi wasn't the pure lovable character the other characters wouldn't relate to him and so there would be no deeper meaning in the book. Alexi is the authors only control over the book while all of the others characters are going wild. Alexi forces the book to be more than just the abridged version that would be there for only the sake of finding out the mystery. This is why Alexi is the true hero of the book. 

the temptress and the love of my life (sonnet)

To the great masses that besiege thy name

You are impervious to their assaults.

With an aura that inflicts numbing pain.

Yet men will jump into your deadly vault.

More potent then the darkest of the rose,

One touch will steal the workings of a soul.

The irresistible caress of thy nose,

Forces men, to buckle to ash and coal.

See, thy beauty is that of the gods.

With more guile then a wise auburn fox.

Men try to prod at her with sharpened rods,

But she stands tall, like the majestic rox.

For you my beauty, I have fallen too,

Lets see if a divine love may ensue. 

Found it!

EAT!

EAT!

EAT!

Day 9

EAT Plant.

Prevention Day

Eat. 

Eat.

Eat.

a Day,

DAY 9,

DAY 9,

Eat. 

Plant Prevention 

This is my found poem it was found on a public service announcement about eating more vegetables. The original said plant prevention eat 9 a day.

Sonnet a Lovers Tool

This class is the only thing that has ever really exposed me to sonnets. In the past I have learned about  the 3 quatrains and a couplet, and how the structure of a sonnet works, but this class has really made me realize what a powerful tool a sonnet is. Firstly in a sonnet so many secret meanings can be embedded into 14 lines. I know that this is true for any form of writing, but in a sonnet the author has to be far more keen to be able to say what they really want to without giving anything away. Not only does the author have a great task of writing secret messages into the sonnet, but the reader has to be far more deceptive to really understand the authors true feelings. This was obvious when I recited a sonnet to that fair maiden and she just kind of blew it off... maybe even took it the wrong way. 

A sonnet is also a powerful tool because of its length and rhyme scheme. For these reasons it can be easily memorized. There really is no better pick up line than reciting some poetry to a girl. A sonnet is ideal for this because the even if the want to be lover doesn't understand the jumble of mixed up words that you are saying, she will at least get that its a poem because it rhymes. If a free verse poem was recited she would probably just look at you, slap you, and call it a day. She wouldn't have ever recognized it being a poem, she would have probably just thought that you were some schizophrenic ranting at her. Although I can't find the beauty in a sonnet it is at least a really good way to pick up chicks.

P.S. That last line was a joke... Kind of

Tell a Story

Last night I was told to tell someone a story to help them fall asleep. Since there was no book on hand I just had to come up with something on the spot. In the beginning it was hard to be charismatic and make up characters and events that would be interesting enough to hold someone's attention. As the story went on though it began to flow easier and easier. Really i just started to think of Fydor Karamazov (My favorite character from the brothers K) and it became pretty easy to come up with different interesting situations and ideas as I was talking. I made it so the main character Sylvia would purposely make herself look like  moron to see how people would react to her. Eventually I had to end the story, so i figured the best way to do  was to blind Sylvia. She ended up saying the wrong thing to the wrong lady, who just happened to cast spell that sent Sylvia into eternal darkness. What I just wrote really has no meaning to any of you, because none of you were there, but what trying to get at is that once engrossed into a story i think its impossible to get away from these archetypal ideals. It's way to hard to try and come up with something original, and lame to try and steal someone else's story, so i just borrowed from other people. I think thats what all authors do though. This may be the point of this class. To teach us that everything is a story and that all stories are just part of one bigger story. I guess that our entire society is based off of some type of story. I don't really know, all that is obvious is that 99.99% of stories follow a form that anyone from the western culture will understand. If you don't believe me try and tell someone a story that you are making up on the spot. I guarantee that it will not be done without using some form of archetype... Or it could just be a terrible story.

Summers Day

The long awaited video of sonnet 18 is going to have some technical difficulties... my camera was stolen this weekend after the video was taken. Although this experiment will be repeated, so everyone can see the exact reaction on the girls face, i figured i would blog early and tell everyone about my first experience.  

 I really thought that this was going to be a good idea. I figured that it would just make some girl fall madly in love with me... I mean that is what was promised by Dr. S, but i guess on the same hand you live and learn.  In doing this experiment I  just went up to the prettiest girl that I could find, grabbed her hand,  and looked deep into the inner workings of her soul. This, I thought would create an explosion of emotions. Instead it caused her to be a little bit creeped out from the beginning. Not very many people can penetrate a soul the way that i can. Anyways as soon as I started to recite she acted like it wasn't the most romantic, beautiful ,thing that has ever happened to her... Seriously, I was telling a girl that her eternal beauty is the only thing that keeps me alive and she seemed insulted by this. I was flabbergasted! The entire time that I was reciting the poem this girl thought that she could pull her hand out of my own, making it back to the comfort of her boyfriend. Of course I'm stronger than some girl... especially with Shakespeare on my side. When my piece was up and it was my maidens turn to speak the reaction that I received  was maybe not the one that I expected. Instead of having a ray of sunshine hit our complexions and instant love to occur. My fair maiden stormed off, so exhasturbated that she didn't even have a clue what to say. Her boyfriend was waiting with open arms, giving me very dirty looks the entire time I must add. 

In telling everyone this, I am left with some questions. Firstly: How the hell does Arnold Friend do it? (pun intended) I figure that I'm about as good looking and about as smooth as him, so why is that he get all of the hot chicks and i just get rejected. Also I really began to wonder what archetypal character am I? I mean of corse the hero, but I feel like I somethings went wrong,  such as the wise old man leading me astray (Dr.S).  Who is the girl? platonic ideal or temptress, that one is hard. She just sucked me in and spit me out. Maybe I did put her on a pedestal... but the way that she moved. I just couldn't help myself.  Well hopefully one day my dream will come true... A girl will at least acknowledge my existence. 

Generic Archetypes

In class we keep on talking about different archetypal characters, from the hero to the crone, the wise old man to the misfit it seems like every base that any one could come up with would be covered. There is something in common about all of these characters though. They are all larger than life, they all have some role to play that creates a story around each individual charter, but what I'm really wondering about is can there be the archetypal neighbor or towns folk or in-laws.. Someone that is noteworthy enough to put into the story yet plays no real part.

There are reoccurring themes of all of these character in all sorts of literature one that really sticks out to me it farmer Maggot from lord of the rings. Although this character doesn't really drive the story in any way he is shown as being a gruff old neighbor which is seen in literature through out the world. I mean any modern date movie what do the people say about the in laws... "Do we really have to go they... They hate me." So these types of none main characters are scattered throughout the literary world. IN novel they outnumber the heros ten to one. So all that I am really wondering is are these archetypes? They follow the definition, but seem to be insignificant. Is that part of the archetypal definition, does something have to be significant for it to really be considered as a reoccurring theme? Overall in my mind I would describe these types of character as archetypes and if anyone else has any others ideas please comment. 

How many pulses until we die

How many pulses do we have until we die? This question has haunted people since people were first invented. Everyone wonders but no one really knows. This question is really what all religion is based off. People don't want to accept their own mortality, and this is the fundamental problem in human beings. Our days can be filled to the brink, and yet some how, its not enough. There needs to be something more, something where when our pulse is gone we will still be remembered, this phenomena is art has put by Dr. Sexson. So if this is art, then is art natural, or just another part of the human experience? This question can only really be answered by looking at different forms of art but since this is a literature class I will explore this question through the different text.

It really seems that everything that we have read has had to do with either sex or violence. The brothers Karamazov is a story that is entirely driven by this. The story of the brothers Karamazov to where i have read seems to be entirely driven by sex. Fydor really starts the story out by having and then dumping the boys so he can chase other women but then it just continues through the entire rest of the story. This in part shows that art is not necessarily a human thing. All animal are alive to reproduce and it seems that this is one of the primary topics that literature explores. We can even look at a story that has nothing to do with sex and the sexual undertones are still hidden in its words. In the cathedral which seems as though it has nothing to do with sex there is a reason that the ignorant man allows the blind man into his house. It boils down to he wanted to reproduce, and there would be a high chance of upsetting his sexual partner if he wouldn't put up with her friend. It seems that the conflict in most stories is based around this theme some how. In saying this is seems to me that art is more of a natural thing that can be manipulated.

Through this manipulation we can be remembered forever. Not because we invented something new but rather took something that is ancient and recreated it into a modern form. Some of these artist will be remembered, there pulses will continue for years to come. While others who could never really make a name for them selves will just die out. What is really interesting to think about is whether the successful artist ideas are just borrowed from a greater universal pulse. Its weird to think of literature as being one collective work that is borrowed and transformed from one author to another. This is why there are archetypes. This is why Demitri is just another form of Don Quoti and yet none of these authors have never met one another. An interesting question to ponder is if there is a greater force, something that can't be explained, a phenomenon that defines the human experience, yet is not human at all.

Shutter Island

On Saturday I went to see the movie shutter island. While watching the movie I had a sudden epiphany and realized that this movie was just another story in the great soup of stories. What really made me realize this was a scene when the main character was hallucinating about talking to an army commander. They were talking about how both of them were men of violence, then the captain said a very interesting thing. He said I've known you for centuries. Then he went on to say that god loves violence and tried to swoo the main character to his point of view. This made me understand that we was not a ranking officer in the united states military but instead, Arnold Friend in one of the infaninate forms that we will turn himself into. This figure was not a character in a movie but he was instead an imaginary being that haunts us all. A figure with supernatural powers that are used to seduce and enthrall all of us. Some may say that he's a form of the devil but really all that he is, is the devil... and all that. From this initial starting point my brain began to whiz.
The movie was a copy of something that I had seen before. It was about someone thinking that they were a justifiable human being and in the end they were really the one that was crazy. This like many of the stories that we read in class the easiest one that comes to mind is a good man is hard to find. Throughout the entire story it seem as though the grandma is in the right and the bmisfit is in the wrong but really its more complex than that. The grandma was not a respecitble person and it can be argued that she deserved what she got. It is often found that the "hero" of the stoy can really be the villian and this was the case of shutter island. The real reasont that im writing about this topic is because its amazing to me how when a concetion is made once, it begins to be obvious in everything. I just started thinking about how much my view of the world is going to change after I take this class, and will it ever really be possible to get my old world view back?

I'm really interested in what has changed so that our society has become so obsessed with protect our young from the evils in the world.  Yeah i agree that its important not o show a baby a violent sex tape, but I'm talking more about the censoring of our children's stories. As I was reading through some other blogs i kept on reading that the Grim version of Little Red Riding Hood is crude and violent, which granted it is, but this got me thinking that I have never heard this version of the story before I before i entered this class. Although Riding Hood gets into bed with her grandma, and a wolf is killed with an axe, is this too much for a young brain to handle. This train of thought also led me to thinking about Snow White and how Dr. Sexton said that it was one of the greatest films of all time. Why would disney quit not try to create another masterpiece? Economics, people didn't like Snow White because it scared their kids, but isn't that what in part a story is? Haven't we been learning that there is no story without conflict? This is why I have become so confused with where the world is going. If we become to correct to have a grandma jumping out of a wolf or a scary dragon in a movie, won't all of the stories just disappear? 

Love is a theme that is commonly explored in literature. whether it be the heartless romantic trying to find his lover or the crushing of a damsel's heart, it seems like most stories are based on love in one way or another. I can't stop thinking of this topic myself and that is why I'm writing about it. I mean its infatuating, when there is a connection between two people it really messes both of them up and i think that is what authors are trying to convey. It is the oldest theme in literary history and they write about it for the same reason that i am writing about it now. It is what is stuck on my mind. Tomorrow is Valentine's day and that is an amazing phenomenon. It is a holiday that is completely dedicated to love and everything that has to do with it. Love is just something that infest everyone and there is no way away form it. The real question is, what is love? Is it just a figment of our imagination, an evolutionary pattern to advance the human species, or a deeper connection between to people. Something that is more then what is experienced on a day to day basis. I will never personally know, and this is why I would even care enough to write a blog about this subject.

Absurd is the Word

I'm interested in why so many characters are so absurd in stories. I was thinking about it because Fydor Karamazov is so ridiculous to the elder while in council with him. It seems like he wants to offend him, but really Fydor always goes back and says that he just wants to make a fool of himself. My question is, is this a literary device to move the story along or is it just the way people actually are? I soon began to think about it in the terms of the literary soup that is trying to be cooked in our heads and i kind of came to realize that it seems like there is always an absurd person some where in every story. This person is normally extremely smart but so quirky that it is extremely hard for their gunnies to be noticed. Upon analyzing this further I have decided that this is how people are. the most interesting fun people that i have ever met are quirky. They try to make it so they're days are filled with more then just one monotonous moment after another and its takes a smart person to realize this. That is why there is always an absurd to character, to keep the reader involved. The thing is that being absurd in the real world is something I am attracted to but why is that these types of people are often frowned upon in daily life?

It's really hard to wade through all of the thoughts that i have to get to my earliest memory. I mean it's not something that I think about much but the clearest one I can think of was getting lost in a QFC (grocey store) with my grandma in Seattle. I was walking with here and she just disappeared, I seriously remember thinking that I was abandonded and began to cry. A clerk found me throwing my tauntrum in the middle of the esile got on the loud speaker and my grandma immideatly found me. After ward I was bought an inflatable ball. I'm not sure if i rember the feeling of abondment or the ball.
The other reason that this particular memory may stick out in my head is because I'm reading the Brothers Karamotsov and i think that may have forced me into a certain way of thinking. Each of the brothers were abonded and I could only really think of an abandment story so I'm pretty sure that tthis auther is coaxing me to thinking a certain way.

Feb 2

February 2nd, although my day was not quite as interesting as ground hogs day or James Joyces's day of Ulysses, it was not completely uneventful. 4:40 am was the beginning and for some reason it has really bothered me all day. I woke up with pretty terrible nightmare at exactly 4:40 am which is odd because it is not very often that i have nightmares. The weirdest part about it was that we had been asked to try and remember a dream which is normally quite a difficult task for, and for some reason this night I had one of the most vivid easily rememberable dreams of my life. My dream essentially was me getting a girl pregnant and the feeling of the loss of my freedom. The most miraculous part was looking into the mirror, and seeing myself. I may never forget the face i was making in that mirror and if i ever make it again i fear that it will be the end of all of my passion for life. Anyways enough of my dream, I have much more day and not the time or energy to think and reflect on it.

 I didn't really end up getting up until 8:04 I remember this because it was one minute before my alarm was suppose to go off. Immediately after getting up i walked to the bathroom relised myself and then took a shower. I showered right next to a kid on my floor named Max and it was kind of interesting because he kept on moving the shower curtains and then made weird noises. After my shower i went back to my room got dressed, and realized I really needed to do some laundry. I was in a real moral dilemma, really all of my close were dirty except the one stupid shirt that i really hate. The question was should i wear dirty close and take the risk of being smelly al day or wear the shirt I hate. I figured that I was going to go skiing anyways so i just decided to go with the dirty clothes. When the clothing situation was resolved, i had some big task ahead of me; going to breakfast, and brushing my teeth. My teeth were the first of these thing to get completed, because it doesn't make much since for one to walk to the swag, eat, and then walk all the way back just to clean the molars. So the brushing of the teeth maybe wasn't actually that big of a deal, but the was no cap on my tooth paste from the night before so my tooth paste was a little bit crusty. Also while i was brushing my teeth i heard my first reference to ground hogs day for the day, on the radio i think kglt it was announced that the ground hog saw its shadow and there would be six more week of winter. I thought to myself "it happens". I was finally ready to make my way to breakfast.

On my way out of my building i got mildly distracted, even though i was leaving my room at 8:32 which is extremely late because i have to eat and my class is at nine. ( It's hard to have a nie conversation and eat a healthy breakfast in 15 minutes.) I was distracted because I had to print of a pre lab for the chemistry lab that i had to go to at 9, also there was no one in the elevator when i rode it this morning just a stupid thing about how much some id loves smoking. Anyways when I was printing off my lab i began to talk to Gail the really nice front desk lady we talked about how its stupid that people get annoyed when you accidently ask them if they ski when really they snowboard. My paper got finished printing just in the knick of time really by now it was 8.39, and i was really getting far behind on my eating schedule. I walked to the swag and there a whole new aspect of my day awaited. 

Walking to the swag was extremely uneventful maybe even monotonous, but when i got there the options just began to fly at me. Firstly i used my hand scan to get in which isn't really new because i do that everyday but right when I walked into the threshold i immediately had to make the decision on what should i eat this morning. I had been craving one of Kathy's omelets all day but when i realized it was a chile omelet I decided against it. I figured the consequences of a chile omelet would be considerably greater then the rewards. When I went across the way and saw what they were serving on the other side which was french toast sticks and sausage  figured that would also not sit in my stomach very well. In the end i figured cereal would be my best bet. I got fruit loops with skim milk accompanied by a cup of water and cranberry juice on the side. After I got all of my food i sat down alone were I ate and half expectedly waited for someone to come and sit with me. I got my wish, my friend's Harry, Alex, and Isaac all joined my conversation and we had a nice breakfast chat. They were going to go skiing so we talked about maybe meeting up, there were other conversation but really it is probably so cliche that i won't even mention what was said in my blog. After I was done eating I looked at my phone and saw that it was 8:51 and that i was really going to have to hurry to get to my lab, so i immediately stood up cleared my tray and left the dining hall with out anything really to note. 

I left the dorm area and started walking to class it was a little cold outside, and I got off the a snow trail to let someone pass but thats all that really happened on the walk. I got into my lab an the first thing i was greeted with was "what's your names again?", my TA had to make sure that i was given the partition points for come to lab. As soon as she said this i realized that i forgot my lab glasses so I snuck over to her desk and snagged a pair so that I wouldn't have to be sent home, then i took my spot. The lab was decently explained to us we took a quiz (which I missed number 2 on) and then i began to do my work. This wasn't that bad because I have two reasonably smart lab partners so we were able to do the entire thing pretty fast. Th point of the lab was to measure the freezing temp of p-xylene solute with different solvents in it such as ethanol toluene and three unknown (by the way I didn't look at my lab notes for the information). We did the work pretty smoothly mostly i just walked around, picked up stuff and measured it. We did our work nothing went wrong until the last experiment with the p-xylene and the ethanol, we had huge errors, and when we were going to run the experiment again my friend from another class came in and told me that it was suppose to get messed up so we didn't need to do another experiment. I was done with the lab an hour early which gave me just enough time to go and eat lunch before i went skiing. 

I went to lunch with my friend that helped me out with the lab Preston. We went to the Langford dining hall because that was the one that was closest to our current location. When we went in there the whole dining hall was pretty empty so there was plenty of room to hang our backpacks on hooks. My friend went to he bathroom while i once again hand scanned into the dining hall. Upon entering the dining hall this time I knew exactly what i wanted, a double cheese burger with bacon. I went over to the grill lady and asked her as nicely as i possible could if i could have one, and guess what? She said yes. As soon as she finished making it i saw the special was mushroom swiss which disappointed me so much because i love shroom swiss burgers. I got my food a cup of chocolate milk and then sat down, Preston didn't like where i sat so then we moved. During lunch we had some interesting conversation about religion. It started because I said we should make a movie about the rapture and then have god get killed by humans hitting him with a nuke. I said this would prove that we have once and for all become our own masters. This really offended Preston i knew it would, thats why i said it, so for the rest of lunch i definitely had the most thought provoking conversation of my day. Although this conversation like this blog could go on forever it eventually had to end, I had to get up skiing so I could go up skiing and meet my other friend Travis with his car.

I went back to the dorms get all of my ski stuff on. Really this was super easy because i had left it in a pile from the last time that I went skiing. Miraculously nothing even had molded, that the problem with leaving wet ski stuff in a pile. After i began to head for the car. I got into the elevator someone else was in there a very normal conversation happened. 

Stranger: Bridger?

Me: Yes

Both of us: kind of stared at the ground waiting to get of the elevator.

So the ride finally ended as these thing seem to do, and I began my trek to the car.

 It was on the other side of the Roskie parking lots, as soon as i saw it my heart sunk a little, I was so boxed in I figured it would take at least twenty attempts to get it unstuck. I got to the car put my ski stuff in there, the boots i accidentally threw to hard and got into the backseat, it didn't matter i was driving alone. I got into the drivers seat and began to work my way out of the tight situation I was in, eventually i escaped with only mild dents on all three cars. I began to drive the music was playing and it was terrible i guess some girl gave him this mix-tape and it was some of the worst Brittany Spears pop genre music I have ever heard but thats all there was in the car so i had to live with it. I drove down 11th until I hit Babcock and drove Babcock to Rouse. I took Rouse to the highway between here and Bridger. During this time period i don't even really think that i thank about anything. I made sure not to look at the whale though because that is terrible luck, and no one needs bad luck skiing it doesn't matter how good you are. I made it to Bridger in one piece, passing one car along the way the roads weren't icy but when i got up there a huge disesion arose where to park. I went big and got a spot right in the front row, man I felt lucky. Not looking at the whale payed off. I put one all of my ski stuff for some reason i became extra dirty grabbing my skis off the top of the car but that didn't really matter. I walked to the lodge and met with Travis, I knew my day was going to get exciting.

When i saw Travis for the first time today we was eating a corn-dog which he announced was the only food that was worth eating while on the mountain. We told me his story of the morning which was actually really interesting, but I will not tell it here because that is his story and this is mine, afterward we both decided that we were more then ready to ski. We decided to go over to Slushmans lift first because thats were the skiing had been the best all morning. We rode one chairlift then another and we ended up seeing Isaac, a pleasent surprise. We skied over to Slushmans and then skied one run with him. During the run we decided to do some Hollywood cliffs (right under the chair. First Isaac went and landed, then Travis and he stomped it, then me I just happened to land where one of my other friends had bombed out and hit the ground and exploded i guess i did a pretty good tomahawk down the run for a bit. The rest of the day of skiing was a blast we did lost of singing lots of jumping but mostly just lots of messing around, I would tell every detail of the ski day but it would take at least this much or more space and i just have run out of the energy to do that. After we went skiing we went to the bars and got a pitcher. The reason i say this is not to try and drive attention to myself we just would have never did what we did next without its slight influance over us. 

On the way down from the ski hill some how me and Travis came to the decision that he needed cat. We talked about how awesome it would be if he had one that could jump really high and that we could make back flip and that we could generally just play with. I mean even though it is a living animal it is essentially a toy. So after talking it over and deciding that he needed a cat really badly, we decide to go the humane society and adopt one. This was a bout a twenty minute detour and when we got there we weren't allowed to adopt one, I mean tons of them where cute and definitely if we had the opportunity we would have gotten one then and there, but the lady wouldn't give one to us. I don't if it was because we were wearing ski gear or the fact that Travis was hiccuping the entire time that we where talking to the lady. So defeated I was driven back to the dorms with little conversation. (the damn cd was playing the whole time).

When I got back to the dorms I left all of my ski stuff in Travis's car because I really always ski with him. I took the elevator up stairs, striped off y outer wear and then began to write this blog. I have been writing this blog for the last hour and fifteen minutes in that time i have gotten up to get water one and now I am some how in my boxer i don't really know how that happened. Thats the only part of the day that i really forget, is while i was writing this. I know that the day is not over and i have some more of ground hogs day to live but i really can't devote anymore of my meager existence to this blog. Today was not a great day it was not bad but it was one less day that i have to live. I really this entire blog is read by someone because it did take me a long time to write it. I could have put in more detail i remember it i just don't have the devotion to give this task its true justice.

You really are the Love of my Life!

Eavesdropping is something that I have found to be extremely hit or miss. Sometimes you get the average conversation about how ones day is going, but on some other more lucky occasions i will walk into an extra juicy conversation. These can be about anything from how terrible lunch was today, to oops! I'm pregnant. My personal favorite of these are always about the opposite sex though. The reason that these are so appealing to me is because it seems as though they always follow one of the same basic formulas. They are always either that boy/girl is hot, I love them (significant other) so much, or my boyfriend/girlfriend is the biggest asshole/bitch in the world. This is a really interesting phenomenon to me, the more i tune into it the more i realize the truth of this statement. (Although I could just have a preconceived notion that is effects what I hear and what is really being said.) It is weird though because something like a relationship is such a personal experience, yet we all end up talking about them the same way. Even in works of literature a relationship can be captured and we all know how to relate with the character based on which one of the situations the character is going through. Connie is "Oh my god that guys is hot". After listening to these conversations and writing my blog I just really wonder do we think this way because so many outside influences (literature) tell us to think this way, or are the outside influences effected by the way that we think.  

The end of this movie completely destroyed the image that the book was trying to create. Through out the book Arnold Friend played the role of the devil, where this was completely dismissed in end of the movie. The mythological being that is personified by Arnold Friend is not an entity that just comes knocking at your door and then leaves you alone. Imagery of the book was trying to suggest that when Connie finally accepted her fate she was instantly drug to hell. Being devastated from the night before Connie took her own life allowing herself to meet face to face with the devil. This image is completely ruined when it was put into the movie version though. The movie ended by Connie letting Arnold friend have his way with her, and then accepting what happened. In making it so Connie's actions didn't haunt her for the rest of her life it made it so the movie version of Arnold Friend could not possibly be the devil. A pact with the devil is not something that doesn't readily go away, and essentially that is what Connie has created in giving herself to Arnold Friends. How is it possible for Arnold Friend to be the devil if Connie has no long term consequences. I'm really trying to make the point that the imagery of the movie is opposite of the imagery that the book was trying to create. Arnold Friend becomes nothing more then a mere petafile. When all things are said and done the book personified him as something more then human, where the movie just makes it so he is some creep that happened to swoo Connie.

Imagination, something that i have been trying to capture for the last 19 years of my life. We always talk about imagination, but what does it really mean. Are you imagining something if you are being suggested to? I'm trying to say when i read a story is it my imagination that tells me how the characters look and act, or is it the imagination of the story to teller to convey this message to me? If the latter is is true then I don't think that I have ever really imagined anything original. Has anyone really. I mean all stories and based off the principles of other stories. Even this blog was conveyed off an idea that was probably given to me by someone else somewhere in my life. I think that is why reading books is critical, and why understanding them is even more critical, its not about learning to create our own brand new scenario, but instead to be able to manipulate a preexisting one in a way to stimulate peoples interest. If everyone imagines the same things based on the stories that we read, then really isn't our society in some way based upon these images? Doesn't using an archetype that we all understand, such as Arnold Friend mean that really we all have an imagination construct based off the way we were raised? Everyone in the class has come to the conclusion that Arnold Friend is suppose to be the Devil, but if our experiences were of a different tradition (such as eastern based stories) would we come to this same conclusion?What I'm really trying to ask is do stories define a culture? 

Why are killers always villianized

Though the corse of reading one begins to see that that the villain of these stories is always kind of a weird guy thats only real purpose is to cause ruckus in the world. There is a flaw with this logic though, isn't the murder just playing his crucial role. He is just there to create the story, with out him no critical event would happen, meaning there would really be no story. Instead of instantly blaming seducer shouldn't we take into account the one being seduced. The common theme in these stories is that some kind of weird guy picks up an innocent girl and then has his way with them. A crucial fact that we always miss is that the girls are willing picked up. There is never a struggle, the girls happily go with these murders. The funniest part about it is that none the murders seem to be charismatic or even good looking. These girls are often looking for trouble, and trouble just happens to find them. There may be a better case to say that the innocent girls are the villains, not there murdering counterpart.

The girls are the ones that hurt their families, not the murders. This is shown by Alleen Rowe. Alleen had a perfectly fine life, she was smart, pretty, and had a good mom. This was obviously not good enough for her though. Instead of being contempt with life, she had to push the limits, she hung out with kids that she obviously shouldn't have been around. She was hanging out with 19 year old boys when she was only 15. Its pretty obvious what type of person a 19 year old hanging out with a 15 year old is. Really nothing good can ever come out pf this type of situation. In the end Alleen was dead and really it was her own fault. Instead of waiting for herself to grow up, she tried to jump the gun and act more mature then she really was. She ended up dying because of this. Alleens death hurt her mother but was it really the serial killers fault? There are always going to be killers in the world, thats just a fact of life, so isn't it our job to not get stuck in a situation where someone will potentially hurt us? In the end these girls where looking for trouble and that is just what they found. So maybe it is more important to look at the flaws of the innocent girls then those of the serial killers.