Freeing the Little Monster

For my 18^th birthday, my parents had bought me a ticket to the monster ball. The only word I could use to describe how I felt when I received this gift was pure disbelief. Did this really just happen? Am I asleep?  I really could not believe that I in just a few months from then, I was going to be in the presence of thee Lady Gaga.

                For weeks before the big day, I had to prepare myself.  First was my outfit. I had to come up with something for the occasion. The Monster Ball isn’t just any other concert; it’s a whole theatrical experience. Everyone goes dressed up in their best “gaga” attire, and becomes a totally different person. But instead of remaking one over her extravagant outfits, I decided to make my own version of Gaga fashion. So I studded an acid washed jean jacket, glued sequin all over some doc martin boots, and made an Anna Nicole Smith tank top to finish my overall look: Fame Monster. My outfit was definitely an epitome of Gagas work through my eyes.

                But behind all the glitz and glamour was an even deeper self preparation. I was about to experience a life changing performance from one of the most inspiring women of my generation. It has been said that attending the Monster Ball will change you, and free you from yourself. So for weeks and weeks, I kept reminding myself that I will soon be liberated.

                So the big day finally came. I made sure I arrived extra early, as a super fan would, in order to scope over the outfits of everyone else, and pay respect to one another. I went to this concert by myself, but when I arrived, I knew that I wasn’t going to be alone. Being surrounded by such a close fan base is like being surrounded by all of your brothers and sisters. We were all here for three reasons: to love one another, to love ourselves, and to be freed. I was greeted with open arms by people I’ve never met, and this was just another working of Gaga.

                So the show began. I sang and danced, and yelled and cried. It was one of the most surreal experiences I have ever been through; the art, the fashion, the music, and the meaning. In the middle of the show, Lady Gaga plays her “Manifesto of Little Monsters”, a manifesto written about what she is, and how we all are, under one kingdom. She recites, “When you are lonely, I’ll be lonely too. And this is the fame.” Immediately, I knew I wasn’t alone anymore, and I was free.

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To Do List:

1. Finish Summaries for English
2. Finish French Homwork
3. Do Math Homework

The Things I Carry

 The things I carry come in the form of a trinity. I consider this trinity my most valuable possession; something only I can touch, feel and use. I am made up of three elements: Love, creativity, and my image. I would refuse to live in a world with would deny me any one of these things. If I can’t have all three, I want nothing at all.

I carry with me the skill to love. I believe this skill is not something just anyone can obtain. This skill of love goes beyond anything between two people. It is a skill that I have I have learned to the fullest extent, through heartbreak and joyous moments.  I don’t just love my family and friends; I love myself. I love my anger, my sadness, and my anxiety. The way I think, the way I communicate, and how others take it in. I will have to proclaim myself to be a self centered individual; for I believe we all are to an extent. No one can love us like we love ourselves. I am my own person, and I love myself more than anyone can or ever will.

Through my self-embracement, I carry with me a highly important element: creativity. I consider myself an artist with many limitations. I don’t paint, I don’t sculpt, I don’t sew, and I don’t draw. My one true talent is to create with my mind, mouth and words. I love to write. I like to think of my writing like an incision; I won’t stop till it’s gone through hit the bone. I’m not scared to produce what my mind will manufacture. Like a slaughter house, it has to be done one way or another.

The last thing I carry is the most important of all. Acting like grasping hands, my image completes this trinity I fiercely feed upon. For those not familiar with the theory of perception, this vital element will sound outer-worldly. My image is everything, from when I wake in the morning, and slumber in the night. In my eyes, I am a rude, self-centered little brat from Orange County, California. I am very judgmental, very critical, and I couldn’t care less of what any living soul has to say about it. I believe my image is a product of years of solitude and feeding off media and pop culture. Being scared of who I believe I am isn’t even an option at this point of my self-realization. If you don’t perceive yourself to be, then no one will. If a lie was all I had to believe in, then I will believe in it with every ounce of brain I carry. I am Frank, and I am nothing without my image. I would carry nothing.

Vocabulary

Solace (noun)

Definition: Alleviation of grief or anxiety.

Source of sentence: Yet these truths are no solace against the kind of alienation that comes of being ever the suspect, against being set apart, a fearsome entity with whom pedestrians avoid making eye contact.

The context clue: "ever the suspect" was an indirect antonym. If you were "ever the suspect," you are not alleviated from anxiety or grief.

Sentence: Music is the solace of bad day full of lives hardships.