Style Excercise

The first exercise I chose was a tale of two sentence types

 “I want to show you something”  What- your xbox, the keg you keep in your room, to be honest I don’t really want to know what it is you’re trying to show me but my leg is bleeding and I really do need a bandaid so I follow you up to your room and you lead me into the living room where someone is sitting on the couch watching the World Cup so I sit in the nearby chair as you retrieve some bandaids meanwhile I notice a book I once read years ago sitting on the coffee table and I ask your roommate about it so he starts going off about how much he loves reading and I lose interest because now you’re handing me a bandaid but once I finish taking care of my knee you lead me into your room and I know that this is it this is when your inner frat bro is going to reveal itself but surprisingly I see no keg or xbox instead you take out your guitar and sit on your bed so I sit next to you and eagerly listen you play a song that I immediately recognize and I say “I love Led Zeppelin” and you look at me and nonchalantly say “I know”

The next one I chose was zoom lens

I’m not happy.  This isn’t what I want and this isn’t what any of us agreed to.  But, look at them.  Their sad faces looking up at you behind the cages.  Puppies...puppies…puppies…all I want is a puppy.  Not some four year old dog.  I want a puppy.  Not adult dogs. 

My dad focuses on the dogs health chart, paying close attention to their dental care and whether or not they have kennel cough. My mom and I try to find the cutest dog because, according to my dad, all we care about is the looks and personality of the dog and not the health of the dog.  As I’m about to turn the corner of the surprisingly large animal shelter, I see a black dog with tiny floppy ears and big brown eyes. He's not too big, not too small, and he stands there watching me with his tail happily wagging.  His “About Me” says his name is Newton and he is two years old.  I don't bother reading the health section of his chart because I know that my dad will get around to that.  All that I care about is that he’s adorable and he has the face of a puppy.  My mom agrees that she likes him too and we ask one of the volunteers if we could play with him.  We retrieve my father who is too consumed reading every dogs' charts and head out to the field to play with Newton. Its  hot summer day in August and the sun is shining bright. As soon as we arrive and let him off the leash Newton comes up to me and licks my face.  Oh my god, I cannot handle the cuteness.  He's exactly like the kind of puppy I wanted and the best part is that he's not a puppy so he's already housebroken.  He then skips over to my mom and jumps up to lick her face, too.  “Ew, get off me!’ she says.  She hates dogs that jump on people.  Actually, my mom just doesn't like animals in general.  She likes looking at cute animals but doesn't want anything to do with them.  My smile immediately fades because I realize that not everyone in the family likes Newton and he is not “the one”.