Creative Biography about BoomKat Francis: Great Gal

I'd bet you may be scratching your head about the name. Well it goes without saying, but I'll say it anyways; it's a nickname. It was given to me by a dear friend of mine, Dan Yates. If you ever have the chance to meet him, take it, you won't regret it. Anyways, this story is about me, not him.
I was born in a little town called Oklahoma City (I can assume you are all rolling your eyes by now...don't worry I won't go on and on about the good ol'days, because they were GREAT and noone wants to know about when life was simple and baggage free- people want the carnage, the dirt, and the tears that create a person that can be named BoomKat Francis.
I've just had my 25th birthday and I would have to claim my teens the most drama ridden years so let me start their.
I wouldn't say that I had a drug problem, I was recreational and experimental. It first started with crack-laced marijuana. Don't judge! I was 15 and I had never, honest as the stars above, I had NEVER done a drug before in my life. I was given the idea by a relative. I'll keep her identity private, after all this is my story, it's not the relative's story. Family was in town for my brother's high school graduation and I had a sense of loneliness and out-placed-ness (that's not a word, but that is exactly how I felt). All eyes were on my brother, I don't know why I felt especially left out, I should have been used to all eye on him, they had always been on him, he was the troublesome son; I was the quiet, shy, moody younger child: sweet but needy.
The night needed a little more mischief as far as my relative was concerned, and I had a naughty best friend. C'mon, we've all got at least one in our lives. She or he is the one that creates your left-shoulder devil that represents your desires and opposes your right-shoulder-angel that symbolizes your conscience and all you were taught in life that was wholesome. I will call her Abby (not real name).
Abby got her little rebellion style from her best friend/ older sister, lets call her Sam. Sam had a Bo. This bo was named Beau. Great, I know. Sexy, yes, to my little teen heart, my god yes. Beau was notorious for dealing. He scared the shit out of me. I was terribly attracted to this boy, but he stood for all the things that my brother, the fuck-up, fell victim to. He was the vice operator and my brother the one in the trap. But I digress. He was sexy, scary, blah, blah, blah. He had the drugs, said relative and friend were game, and little BoomKat Francis in training was in it to prove that her little goody-goody side was falling to the wayside.
Funniest thing about this is, I threw up. Abby's score turned out to be laced and that was on top of the fact that I had worked my nerved up into such a frenzy that the combination was vomit-bound without mercy. I inhaled from the one-hitter (after asking a million questions pertaining to How I was to "Hit" it), my head felt dizzy, like I had held my breath too long, blew the thick smoke out of my lungs and ran full-throttle to the bathroom- luckily, we were living in comfortable means in those days and I, as well as my brother had our own rooms with private bathrooms and walk-in closets.
That would have to be the turning point a pivot really, a dime turn to the dark side. I continued with the fear of being caught but had the odds on my side that anything that I did would not have been half as bad as my brother. He was a test to any parents skills. He was combative. He was hyper. He was an addict. He had been beaten up for drug money, if you ask me he asked for it when he became friends with the 'naughty' crowd, Let me see; what else did he get himself into? Ya know, I have no real evidence of what he did; I only saw the repercussions. Big brother was sent to Rehab for his alcoholism. I would have to ask how old I was when that happened because, to be honest with you, I really can not recall; it feels so distant from me now.
My things were stolen from me, money, jewelry (yes, I had nice jewelry at age eleven, wanna fight about it?), clothes, movies. Brother had some shit holes of a friend circle; incidentally enough, they are alcoholics too, balding, unsuccessful, and living in a town that is notorious for meth labs. Don't you just love lower class Oklahoma? Catch Phrase: Nowhere, Oklahoma, come join our passion for handicapping our youth by poor education, lack of open minds and contraceptives; home of the unwed- listless pregnant teenager; Come, enjoy our(Blank).
Wow, who knew I could be so proud of my state? I sure didn't. Oklahoma does have its good points. I did have a few good opportunities that were wasted upon me due to my depression. Oh yeah, my brother is a huge influence on that. Ya, see, he was accused of something- I'd rather not go into it; He has suffered enough (by his own doing) and the story of my life would become a little too much for me to relive if I delve too deep. His- I will refer to it as his "situation"- was something in need of so much attention that it drew my mother and father away from me. I had free reign of our comfortable means, without parental supervision, because they were 3 hours away in a courtroom- eating fast food and living most of their days in transition. My supervision was an 18 year old girl with a boyfriend that would come and stay from time to time. He had a drug/alcohol addict personality as well- go figure. Instead of planning my future for a better life, I would spend my days worrying about my brother, my family, and my inability to focus. It was too bad that I had all that freedom and no boobies to lure young boys to my lair. Uninhibited, I wish. I never had that kind of personality. I'm a worrier. What a waste.
I look back now and wish I had focused. I look back and wish that my folks had made me go to tutors and made me get my basics out of the way so that I could really have a shot at figuring myself out. Now I'm 25 and I am still curious.

Democratic Debate

I had the opportunity to watch the Obama and Clinton debate last night. My viewing pleasure was brief due to the nit picking that occurred. There is nothing that really turns me off than the petty comments that happen when one is engaged in debate. I feel this way because, as a viewer, I want to hear about what will happen FOR ME. What can this candidate do to change MY LIFE for the better. I am aware that I did myself a dis-service. I should learn how to listen beyond the crap that goes on and for that I am at a loss.

I wonder what really is in store for this country.

Blogs:"The Living Document"

I do really appreciate the ability to write what Im thinking, and when Im thinking it. However, when it pertains to Politics I am against it. Politics are a mess! There are too many people out there with too many stead-fast ideas on certain topics. I feel it is very bold to be stead-fast on any topic when I am barely abreast of what that topic is ALL about. The entire story of a subject, policy, is ever changing and too liquid to be believed in wholly or followed religiously.

Blogs are a bit to "in the moment" and emotional even...they are not researched unless stated so...and things of a scholastic nature should be published in a way that is known that it is a scholastic piece.

Blogs are for the people to vent.

Great Site Explaining Fallacies:http://www.nizkor.org/features/fallacies/

Inductive Argument
Premise 1: Most American cats are domestic house cats.
Premise 2: Bill is an American cat.
Conclusion: Bill is domestic house cat.

Factual Error
Columbus is the capital of the United States.

Deductive Fallacy
Premise 1: If Portland is the capital of Maine, then it is in Maine.
Premise 2: Portland is in Maine.
Conclusion: Portland is the capital of Maine.
(Portland is in Maine, but Augusta is the capital. Portland is the largest city in Maine, though.)

Inductive Fallacy
Premise 1: Having just arrived in Ohio, I saw a white squirrel.
Conclusion: All Ohio Squirrels are white.
(While there are many, many squirrels in Ohio, the white ones are very rare).

Index

Ad Hominem
Ad Hominem Tu Quoque
Appeal to Authority
Appeal to Belief
Appeal to Common Practice
Appeal to Consequences of a Belief
Appeal to Emotion
Appeal to Fear
Appeal to Flattery
Appeal to Novelty
Appeal to Pity
Appeal to Popularity
Appeal to Ridicule
Appeal to Spite
Appeal to Tradition
Bandwagon
Begging the Question
Biased Sample
Burden of Proof
Circumstantial Ad Hominem
Composition
Confusing Cause and Effect
Division
False Dilemma
Gambler's Fallacy
Genetic Fallacy
Guilt By Association
Hasty Generalization
Ignoring A Common Cause
Middle Ground
Misleading Vividness
Personal Attack
Poisoning the Well
Post Hoc
Questionable Cause
Red Herring
Relativist Fallacy
Slippery Slope
Special Pleading
Spotlight
Straw Man
Two Wrongs Make A Right

From Youth to the Present

Oh my goodness. I am a terrible tv addict. I was that child that mother would repeatedly pull away from the screen. I would watch Saved by the Bell (Im dating myself, I know), Family Matters, Full House, the Cosby show...the list could go on and on. Now...it's all about the terrible "Reality" shows.... I can't get enough of the terrible drama that people put themselves through.. we all know it's not real...it a performance, BUt dam, it's entertaining (I hate to say)

I Have High Hopes for Advanced Composition

I hope to improve my researching abilities as well as improve on my style of writing during this course. I expect to receive constructive criticism as well as give it and hope to learn from others point of view.

Welcome All

Ah, the final leg of the semester; I hope you all can teach me more about website. I am really into learning flash lately