Happy Halloween!!

‘Twas the afternoon of Halloween, and all through the hood
All the children were stirring they were up to no good;
They dawned their costumes, ready to scare,
There was Batman, and Dracula, even Chewbacca was there;
Yet two costumes just couldn’t be missed;
Dawned by two little men, too cute to resist;
One was a pirate, the other a tiger,
And they would have been menacing if they were more than two feet higher,
With bags wide open and still missing teeth,
In baby language(I’m guessing) they exclaimed “Trick-or-Treat!”


For the first time in my (insert age here) years on earth, I finally participated in the annual nightly, door-to-door tradition of taking candy from strangers without it being considered solicitation of minors or as it’s more commonly known: Halloween. No, I did not dress up. Instead, I helped chaperone my one-year-old cousin and his two-year-old godbrother.

Now, seeing as it was, again, my first time celebrating Halloween (indirectly), I wasn’t really sure what to expect when we ventured down the block into the bustling throngs of costumed little boys and girls. I wasn’t expecting staunch organization — they’re kids— nor was I expecting all out brawls over various chocolate treats(although some parents were clearly more enthused than their children), but I was expecting more than one measly piece of brand-less, no-name candy. Television lied to me; no one was giving out jumbo sized candy bars or fistfuls of sweets. The Chinese restaurant was giving out fortune cookies instead of candy! A fortune cookie?! That was the biggest trick of night. However, even despite the stinginess of my cousin’s local vendors and neighbors, I definitely enjoyed myself and felt the exuberance all children feel in anticipation of the night’s ultimate prize: free candy.



So I don’t do this often, but I definitely want acknowledge the fact that yes, I was on a year and a half hiatus.

I’m sorry.

The summer I started my blog was the summer before my senior year in high school, so you can imagine how hectic my life became at that point.

Long-story, short: I’m back!


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To and From Bradford, PA

Vast. That would be — is, my one word to describe it all.






Only mere spots, patches even, of green. Evergreens. The pine needles stay all year round, but now with the weather warming up, the trees seem to stand a bit…prouder, taller. They’re waiting for their chance to shine and overpower the landscape with a luscious brush stroke of a singular green. Even the road as intrusive and vast as it is, in it’s own right, is belittled. The road, I would describe as…vast, yes, but more so barren. At night you are alone. Not lonely: completely and utterly alone. It is pitch black, not a star in the sky to light the way until morning peeks out somewhere over the horizon; somewhere far off in the unknown. Even then you are still alone — there’s light, but it’s lonely. The sky begins to take hue, battling with itself between it’s familiar, uniform blue vs. the array of colors that paint the sky; that people whisper in awe and marvel at during these hours of daybreak. Customary morning dew coats the ground, blade by blade, but as you climb higher up the mountain there is fog. Fog that consumes and engulfs you. Fog that leaves us to our thoughts, the low buzz of the radio, and the roar of an engine.

It intrigues us.

It scares us.

It is the vastness of the world around us.

Procrastination: Silent, but Deadly

Maybe I’ll do it now or maybe later or maybe…sound familiar? Procrastination as defined by Dictionary.com is the act or habit of procrastinating, or putting off or delaying; especially — you get the idea. Call it a habit, an act, or whatever bottom line is it’s neither the best trait to have nor the easiest to break.

Procrastination can stall the plans of a day to a screeching halt and leave you to deal with the repercussions of your actions until it is too late. Currently, I am shirking off my summer work as well as researching different colleges (becoming an adult: scary thought!); instead of doing either of these things I have engrossed myself in exploring the world of blogging as well as reigniting my love of reading.

I don’t know why I procrastinate especially when by doing so I unintentionally give my Mother license to harp on and on about getting things out of the way to have the day free — yeah…okay! I find that while my work may be rushed and half-assed it’s usually some of my best — a bizarre, one-of-a-kind skill I fully intend to exploit until my personal well of spur-of-the-moment, crunched-for-time ideas runs dry.


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  • Blog Name: Whenever I create a user name I like to have an element of who, what, when, where, why and/or how I created the blog as well a bit of myself in it. The ‘tosh’ represents that I was watching Tosh.0 when I decided to create this blog. The ‘j’ is the little piece of me I mentioned earlier specifically my middle name which is pronounced like the letter J.
  • Theme(s)/Design: I’m still not entirely sure how I want to present my blog. I know I was looking for a newspaper article motif/design to showcase my ideas, but right now I’m just looking for something that really pops and isn’t boring, yet also conveys the professionalism I hope to display through my posts and participation on this site. Right now it’s pretty obvious that I’m indecisive when it comes to decision making having changed my theme several times in the past couple days.
  • Bio: My About page is pretty straight-forward in my opinion (I can’t really speak for anyone else). If you want to know more explore my blog, site, whatever; the picture of the Joker pretty much sums it up, “Welcome to the Madhouse!” (It’s not so bad once you understand what is going on at least half the time)
  • Posts: My posts so far are either works I have previously written and would like more feedback on because I don’t usually let people read my work and they say that’s the best way to see if you have any talent by letting people read your works who you don’t have close personal ties to OR it’s answering this Daily Post. I’m going to eventually go beyond my comfort zone and write a well thought out researched topic that interest me or a random work that comes to mind. I’m actually thinking of doing a quotes page . . . we’ll see!


In Tribute To A Legendary Author

When I was little my Grandmother took me to see a doctor. He wasn’t your typical white coat, stethoscope-hanging-around his neck, clipboard-in-hand doctor. Actually he wasn’t a doctor at all. In fact, I’ve never really met him face-to-face and he’s never met me, although I do check-in with him as often as possible. His last name is Geisel, first name Theodor, but he doesn’t go by either. He goes by Dr. Seuss.

Like most other preschoolers I learned to read with flashcards, ‘Hooked on Phonics,’ and some old wives tale method my grandmothers taught to my parents. After the classic Goodnight Moon, Dr. Seuss’ books were some of the first books I read all by myself and I’ve loved them ever since. I found it fascinating that there was a little creature watching over the forest named the Lorax, animals in a zoo from A to Z, and much to learn from The Sneetches and Other Stories. Dr. Seuss taught me that it was okay to be whimsical and different, rather than fit in. I mean, how many authors do you know who make up words in a rhyming fashion?

As a young kid I was shy, but with a bit of a tomboy streak in me. Just because I was a girl didn’t mean I was going to love floral print and flamboyant pink, although my mother seemed to think otherwise. I enjoyed running through the rain barefoot, squishing, squashing and sloshing through muddy puddles while my Grandmother watched from her sixth floor apartment window and laughed. I liked playing sports even if I wasn’t all that good.

I used to hate it when my family called me weird or crazy, their horrified expressions etched into my head. Now I grin like an idiot, take a deep bow and say, “Why thank you sen-jor! I do what I can!” I pride myself on being an individual even in the most minuscule of ways. Sometimes I even went out of my way just to be so. In elementary school I once tried to convince a boy in my class to change his name because our initials were T.G. and his last name was Griffiths (no relation) — I had to at least try! I don’t go to such extremes anymore, but I still strive to be original and I still hate normal’. Normal is boring.

Dr. Seuss once said, “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” These are words I try to live by every day. At the age of seventeen, I’ve already got my high school graduation present picked out; it’s Dr. Seuss’ last book, Oh, The Places You Will Go! (Along with a few crisp hundred dollar bills.) Personally, I don’t know exactly where my life is headed quite yet. But what I do know is that I will succeed, “98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.”

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”

Signature of Dr. Seuss

Signature of Dr. Seuss (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Freedom of Speech

When I think of P.C. I think of the piece of shit technology I’m currently typing this entry on. Then I think, couldn’t you argue it’s politically correct to use P.C. to refer to politically correctness?

When I saw this prompt post I said, “Well, we’ll see if your lazy ass will actually contribute,” then I remembered I had done a paper on this exact issue in my AP Language & Composition class. (It was synthesis essay so I had a little help in getting my point across.) In revisiting that essay I could almost see the ideas in my head expanding because they were the same ideas that had been swirling in there when I first read this prompt — it depends on how a person receives what is said to them.

From a young age children are taught what are referred to as “bad words” this list of words continues to expand as we get older into even more terms that one should refrain from using in polite conversation. These words have different connotations and/or meanings to different people, but because there are a select few who believe we should, “watch our language” those who may believe in “telling it like it is” have no choice but to conform in order to avoid offending those with delicate ears. To sum up the prompt at hand I do believe political correctness is a useful concept, but I also whole-heartedly agree that it stifles “honest” conversation.

Heart Beat Fade





Swirling in the air

It’s the party.



Drowning the crowd.

Run, run, run!

The earth has slowed

The party it’s gone!

Where could it have gone?!

People evaporating like dust in air

The cobblestone streets

Falling beneath feet

But the lights, the glitter, the laughter still swirling in the air!






Eyes open

Pain flooding back

One bright white light

All white everywhere

And nothing but silence in the air.

This I Believe

This I Believe was a radio show broadcast during the 1950s on National Public Radio (NPR) hosted by famous journalist Edward R. Murrow. The purpose behind it was to have Americans describe what truths, ideals, and/or morals they held dear in 500 words or less. Some famous contributors to this movement included First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, #42 Brooklyn Dodger Jackie Robinson, 33rd President Harry S. Truman, and Nobel Prize winning theoretical physicist Albert Einstein. Here I have a list of ten ‘exploding’ beliefs which I created during a school sponsored summer program college essay class with my fabulously eccentric teacher Lauren Anderson.


Image: I Believe

“Never has the need for personal philosophies of this kind been so urgent.” Edward R. Murrow

  1. I believe in a close-knit family. I believe every and anybody can be your family. I believe that as long you have people who love you as you are, you are home.

  2. I believe in tomboyish tendencies. I believe that just because you are a girl doesn’t mean you have to wear flamboyant pink. You don’t have to paint your nails religiously to impress boys. I believe watching a soccer match whether live or on the television, screaming for Brazil to win in your faded over-sized New York Yankee T-shirt is a Sunday afternoon well spent.

  3. I believe in self-expression. I believe that all your ideas should be written down as soon as possible. I believe that keeping a journal on a regular basis is a bit too much to ask for, but even one entry is a great way to reminisce on the good and bad.

  4. I believe in fun being found in anything. I believe that laughter is the best medicine. I believe a person crying is often an awkward and uncomfortable situation to witness. I believe putting a smile on even one person in the rooms face defuses the tension.

  5. I believe in trying new things at least once. I love to eat.

  6. I believe being different is normal. I believe that there is no such thing as perfect. I believe that ‘normal’ is boring. I believe in being yourself to always keep them guessing.

  7. I believe in Dr. Seuss. I believe in made-up words, in a rhyming fashion. I believe there are very few and far between authors that should be considered as great authors or even legendary. He is as much a part of my childhood as Blues Clues, PBS, Harry Potter, SpongeBob, Angry Beavers, and Aaahh! Real Monsters.

  8. I believe procrastination will be my downfall.

  9. I believe in Loser by Jerry Spinelli. I believe we all have quirks that make us who we are. I believe the imagination of child is an amazing thing to behold and lives within even the most cantankerous of seniors.

  10. I believe life is a mystery. I don’t know where I’m going and I’m strangely not all that worried. I believe the story of my life has yet to be completed. I believe it will be an epic tale for a select few to have the privilege to contribute to and observe.


Some people can draw. They can draw what the rest of us imagine and bring it to life; they make it their own and create the spectacular.

Some people can sing. They can sing from the depths of their souls, making you feel things you never imagined. They can hit notes that do not seem humanly possible and make your eyes and ears cry with joy.

People can run, jump, skip, dance, fly, soar, ride, explore, discover…and then there’s me. I can write.

Now I’m not some recluse who stays shut in all day writing the memoirs of my stagnant life by a dimly lit lamp precariously perched upon the edge of my writing desk, envying those who revel in the freedom of being outside. No that’s not what I do. Everyday my head is bombarded with ideas: some good, some bad, some philosophical, some not exactly considered ‘normal‘, but they are ideas none the same. I like to write. I don’t love it, I don’t hate it. I’m pretty neutral about it (I’m kind of like the Switzerland of writing). I’ve learned to even enjoy some essay writing – depending on the topic or style (rhetorical essays being my new favorite thanks to Ms. Petuch). I like writing short stories. I hope to one day make one into a ‘long story’, but alas I am a procrastinator so we’ll see what happens.

Very rarely do people ever ask me to write about myself. Like most people, I’m never really sure or certain what to write about. I could impress you with wild tales of wonder and fancy that capture the mind and ensnare the senses. I could paint you a tale as vivid as a child’s imagination, yet just as sophisticated and tame as a gentlemanly game of chess. I could, but I won’t. Instead, I will just tell you this: I am seventeen years old, not entirely sure what I want to do with my life, and this is my blog.