“A structured plan of what you want to do with your like is all you need” they say. Well I disagree. Whatever happened to doing what you wanted to do? Going with the flow, taking things as they come, and living in the moment is one of the best things anyone could do.
the man walked casually into the office. his face cleanly shaven, and his clothes neatly ironed. he ground his structured jaw as he awaited the interviewer. his appointment was over fifteen minutes ago. he sighed in relief and anxiety as he finally saw the tall man in the pinstripe suit arrive.
I’m not very structured. Perhaps if I were, it would save me time. Perhaps if I were, life would be easier. However, I wonder if it would be more boring…
You act like you are so structured. You and your so called “brothers”, and that is why you most likely don’t hang out with me any more. Why did you hang out with me in the first place. Why did you call me multiple times everyday. Why did you make me talk to you? Why? You have a girlfriend. You knew I loved you, and you still let me embarrass myself. Why? :(
A certainly structured idea sometimes is one of the best. My argyle socks often tell me not to be afraid of such, but I am, admittedly, not prone to heed this advice. I like corn, though, and often find its structure to be pleasant and digestible. Well, digestible in a metaphorical sense, he he he.
He led a very structured life. Nothing varied from day to day; nothing deviated from the plan. He never had to think and he never had to improvise and he loved it. The security of being a sheep lulled him into the sleepy state of a dream-life.
I don’t like having a structured activity. I perfer to do what I want, which is usually reading. If I am not allowed to read though, I perfer having something structured to being bored.
Alec lived a highly structured life. Everything was always just so. The white couch always spotless; the linoleum always sparkled when the sun hit it; and dinner was always at seven ‘o clock on the dot.
The teacher stood at the front of the class, his loud, deep voice soothing in a way but also unsettling. As he lectured on history, it became abundantly clear that he was a man of structure, of order– a man who could be driven crazy by a student carelessly writing on the wrong line.
Structured seems to be the word to describe all of my classes except one theses days. And that class is art. It’s the first year where we get to choose what type of assignment we want to turn in- we get to create whatever we want because we are seniors. One of the many privileges of growing up.
We had structured our lives around each other, from the moment we met, as small children on that lonely little playground. I was left there. No one played with me, I wasn’t like the other children. My eyes were bright blue violet, and as if that wasn’t abnormal enough, my hair was shades of grey, charcoal to a light silvery-white.. Like an old person. My mother told me that we’d dye it, but when my father left us, we didn’t have extra money for anything.
So I played here all by myself.
When we met, it was her song that drew me to her. Her magical voice, sad and happy at the same time.
She hummed, no words, but the tune was haunting, and in all my years, I would never forget it.
I fell, and she looked at me. I could see her clearer now. Sky blue hair, Sapphire eyes. She smiled, dimples piercing her perfect face.
Some people like a structured life – and some like spontaneity — depending on the time and day — I like both — most of the time I am spontaneous — with a little structure :) I like the balance between the two. Life is good!
She hated anything structured when she was on vacation. No tours, no early morning buses or train trips to nearby towns. No. Her favorite thing to do was to go out and become a part of the place she was visiting. On her first day she would find a neighborhood store where she would have breakfast everyday. She liked knowing that by the third day of her trip, the young girl behind the counter would know how she liked her coffee, or that she liked her eggs over easy. She didn’t want to stand out like the others. She wanted to blend in and become a part of the place she was visiting.
I chose my college because I didn’t like the way high school was structured. I pictured college as a tower of different flavor of perfectly baked cookies compared to high school which felt like the remains of a box of stale graham crackers. I wanted to do things in a different way without GPA’s or valedictorians.
I hated that class. It was the epitome of chaos. I needed structure in my classes, for I had an organized personality.
At least, that was before.
Before my desk was always clean and nice. I always had my homework finished on time, if not early. I always had time for social functions. I always made good grades. My future was so bright I needed sunglasses.
sometimes i think i would get a lot more done if i led a more structured life. id probably have a 4.0 in college, probably weigh about 5 pounds less, and would have a cleaner dorm. but wheres the fun in that
The grey skirt had pinstripes running vertically through it, lending to the business-like appearance to the woman. Her hair was tied back, and her blouse starched. She looked…structured.
Ushio had structured his life around the rules of the police department, but never had he thought that structure would work against him in this way. He swallowed and lightly ran his slick fingers over Yusei’s exposed opening. The thin hips shook but didn’t move. “You need to relax or it’s going to hurt.” He reached around with his other hand and gave a dusky nipple a squeeze.
There are aesthetics and there are mathematics. A good society has a bit of both. Sanooth was a good society. All their buildings were structured with both practicality and beauty built into every strong beam, every swooping bow, and every painted (word forgot). This was the laceplace that Mary started her j
He takes a look at how the other is structured. Thin fingers with knuckles slightly to big. Hair light and unruly, obviously not payed much attention to. Bright eyes clashing with dark circles in the flesh beneath. An almost colorless smile, but it tugs roughly at his heartstrings.
scheduled
unbreakable
unalterable
unchangeable
stuck
in this structured world of ours
all built up
and we are
plopped into it
expecting to mold with the
structured societal norms
Her life went according to plan from the day she was born, wailing and warm, to the day she died, wailing and cold. When she was revived, she vowed to do it differently. She was quiet and hostile– quick to decisions. It wasn’t any better. The structure was wrong. The foundation needed reformatting.
“Boot it again.” The process– the next simulation.
This is a perfect structured blazer. The cut flatters a woman’s curves without being overly sexual. Pair it with a simple stretch t, a nice pair of jeans, high heeled boots, and you’re ready for a lovely sunday lunch with the girls. Or if you buy the matching pants, you can add a crisp white button down and a classic pair of pumps and you’ll be read to shine at your next job interview.
STRUCTURED:but,scientists claim that there are areas of holes in this light.blank spots.they theorize that these spots are openings to other dimensions.
Structured. I’ve clearly been too influenced by commercials in the past because what comes to mind is “Structured Settlement. ” How annoying that THAT would interfere with my creative writing at such a later date. If only important information could become so embedded.
Ok, one other thought that came to mind was “a properly structured sentence.”
Love isn’t structured. Yet, it isn’t loose and falling apart. Love is love. You can’t fit love with in another word. Love is a word in itself. If you’re not confused yet, you can make it through this thing called love.
We tried for a structured up-brining however, the structure didn’t take, basic house training didn’t take, the puppy was a force unto himself. Cute, adorable and totally his own being. He was sure the world was built just for him, loved secured and confident, why should he have to abide by a structured rule system???
This makes me think of being in the hospital. All our minutes were accounted for. Everyday. I guess it also makes me think of when my grandparents sent me to the Boys Club in Hawaii. They thought I was bored visiting them that summer. That too was structured, but I felt so far outside of the structure. I didn’t speak like them. It was only when we started gambling that I could play a part in the structured setting. That didn’t last long though. I still became bored.
why are we living like our lives were structured for us to be a certain way, stop following what you’re told is normal.
no i will not get married and raise my kids, i’ll be alone and adopt, and i’ll be awesome. because fuck structure, it doesn’t exist.
The setting had to be structured. How would you be able to do an experiment in utter chaos? Honestly some people know nothing. She carefully poured from one beaker to the other. Please let this work. I need this to find the cure.
“A structured plan of what you want to do with your like is all you need” they say. Well I disagree. Whatever happened to doing what you wanted to do? Going with the flow, taking things as they come, and living in the moment is one of the best things anyone could do.
the man walked casually into the office. his face cleanly shaven, and his clothes neatly ironed. he ground his structured jaw as he awaited the interviewer. his appointment was over fifteen minutes ago. he sighed in relief and anxiety as he finally saw the tall man in the pinstripe suit arrive.
I’m not very structured. Perhaps if I were, it would save me time. Perhaps if I were, life would be easier. However, I wonder if it would be more boring…
You act like you are so structured. You and your so called “brothers”, and that is why you most likely don’t hang out with me any more. Why did you hang out with me in the first place. Why did you call me multiple times everyday. Why did you make me talk to you? Why? You have a girlfriend. You knew I loved you, and you still let me embarrass myself. Why? :(
Structured coats rule!!! Wow I really have nothing else….
A certainly structured idea sometimes is one of the best. My argyle socks often tell me not to be afraid of such, but I am, admittedly, not prone to heed this advice. I like corn, though, and often find its structure to be pleasant and digestible. Well, digestible in a metaphorical sense, he he he.
He led a very structured life. Nothing varied from day to day; nothing deviated from the plan. He never had to think and he never had to improvise and he loved it. The security of being a sheep lulled him into the sleepy state of a dream-life.
I don’t like having a structured activity. I perfer to do what I want, which is usually reading. If I am not allowed to read though, I perfer having something structured to being bored.
Wake up
Brush teeth
Get dressed
Go to school
Eat lunch
Go home
Do homework
Eat Dinner
Brush teeth
Go to bed
I like to make structurd stuff that look sturcturd. i like structurd stuff.
Alec lived a highly structured life. Everything was always just so. The white couch always spotless; the linoleum always sparkled when the sun hit it; and dinner was always at seven ‘o clock on the dot.
The teacher stood at the front of the class, his loud, deep voice soothing in a way but also unsettling. As he lectured on history, it became abundantly clear that he was a man of structure, of order– a man who could be driven crazy by a student carelessly writing on the wrong line.
Structured seems to be the word to describe all of my classes except one theses days. And that class is art. It’s the first year where we get to choose what type of assignment we want to turn in- we get to create whatever we want because we are seniors. One of the many privileges of growing up.
We had structured our lives around each other, from the moment we met, as small children on that lonely little playground. I was left there. No one played with me, I wasn’t like the other children. My eyes were bright blue violet, and as if that wasn’t abnormal enough, my hair was shades of grey, charcoal to a light silvery-white.. Like an old person. My mother told me that we’d dye it, but when my father left us, we didn’t have extra money for anything.
So I played here all by myself.
When we met, it was her song that drew me to her. Her magical voice, sad and happy at the same time.
She hummed, no words, but the tune was haunting, and in all my years, I would never forget it.
I fell, and she looked at me. I could see her clearer now. Sky blue hair, Sapphire eyes. She smiled, dimples piercing her perfect face.
And suddenly, I’d never be alone again.
Some people like a structured life – and some like spontaneity — depending on the time and day — I like both — most of the time I am spontaneous — with a little structure :) I like the balance between the two. Life is good!
I could feel the weight
of this structured life,
with its steel-laced gate
and bleeding-heart knife,
suffocating fate
to dwell in this strife.
She hated anything structured when she was on vacation. No tours, no early morning buses or train trips to nearby towns. No. Her favorite thing to do was to go out and become a part of the place she was visiting. On her first day she would find a neighborhood store where she would have breakfast everyday. She liked knowing that by the third day of her trip, the young girl behind the counter would know how she liked her coffee, or that she liked her eggs over easy. She didn’t want to stand out like the others. She wanted to blend in and become a part of the place she was visiting.
I chose my college because I didn’t like the way high school was structured. I pictured college as a tower of different flavor of perfectly baked cookies compared to high school which felt like the remains of a box of stale graham crackers. I wanted to do things in a different way without GPA’s or valedictorians.
Like a skyscraper, parts laid with specific purpose, my mother towered over me. “Don’t jump without looking next time,” she said.
I hated that class. It was the epitome of chaos. I needed structure in my classes, for I had an organized personality.
At least, that was before.
Before my desk was always clean and nice. I always had my homework finished on time, if not early. I always had time for social functions. I always made good grades. My future was so bright I needed sunglasses.
But like I said, that was before.
Current learning. The way we learn is though experience and passion. Those cannot be cultivated in a classroom.
Structure in relationships is better than not. It keeps you close and keeps things from getting away from you or differentiated thoughts.
This tower of textbooks
is like my own personal
leaning tower of Piza
Watch it tumble, watch it fall.
I guess I saw it coming,
hiding behind a wall.
sometimes i think i would get a lot more done if i led a more structured life. id probably have a 4.0 in college, probably weigh about 5 pounds less, and would have a cleaner dorm. but wheres the fun in that
sentences that have sound structure can be very valuable to a writer and a reader to get the sense of the thought and underlying experiences
The grey skirt had pinstripes running vertically through it, lending to the business-like appearance to the woman. Her hair was tied back, and her blouse starched. She looked…structured.
Ushio had structured his life around the rules of the police department, but never had he thought that structure would work against him in this way. He swallowed and lightly ran his slick fingers over Yusei’s exposed opening. The thin hips shook but didn’t move. “You need to relax or it’s going to hurt.” He reached around with his other hand and gave a dusky nipple a squeeze.
There are aesthetics and there are mathematics. A good society has a bit of both. Sanooth was a good society. All their buildings were structured with both practicality and beauty built into every strong beam, every swooping bow, and every painted (word forgot). This was the laceplace that Mary started her j
He takes a look at how the other is structured. Thin fingers with knuckles slightly to big. Hair light and unruly, obviously not payed much attention to. Bright eyes clashing with dark circles in the flesh beneath. An almost colorless smile, but it tugs roughly at his heartstrings.
scheduled
unbreakable
unalterable
unchangeable
stuck
in this structured world of ours
all built up
and we are
plopped into it
expecting to mold with the
structured societal norms
Her life went according to plan from the day she was born, wailing and warm, to the day she died, wailing and cold. When she was revived, she vowed to do it differently. She was quiet and hostile– quick to decisions. It wasn’t any better. The structure was wrong. The foundation needed reformatting.
“Boot it again.” The process– the next simulation.
This is a perfect structured blazer. The cut flatters a woman’s curves without being overly sexual. Pair it with a simple stretch t, a nice pair of jeans, high heeled boots, and you’re ready for a lovely sunday lunch with the girls. Or if you buy the matching pants, you can add a crisp white button down and a classic pair of pumps and you’ll be read to shine at your next job interview.
STRUCTURED:but,scientists claim that there are areas of holes in this light.blank spots.they theorize that these spots are openings to other dimensions.
Structured. I’ve clearly been too influenced by commercials in the past because what comes to mind is “Structured Settlement. ” How annoying that THAT would interfere with my creative writing at such a later date. If only important information could become so embedded.
Ok, one other thought that came to mind was “a properly structured sentence.”
There. That was more academic.
STRUCTURE:but,scientists claim there are areas of holes in this light.blank spots.they theorize that these spots are openings to other dimensions.
Love isn’t structured. Yet, it isn’t loose and falling apart. Love is love. You can’t fit love with in another word. Love is a word in itself. If you’re not confused yet, you can make it through this thing called love.
We tried for a structured up-brining however, the structure didn’t take, basic house training didn’t take, the puppy was a force unto himself. Cute, adorable and totally his own being. He was sure the world was built just for him, loved secured and confident, why should he have to abide by a structured rule system???
This makes me think of being in the hospital. All our minutes were accounted for. Everyday. I guess it also makes me think of when my grandparents sent me to the Boys Club in Hawaii. They thought I was bored visiting them that summer. That too was structured, but I felt so far outside of the structure. I didn’t speak like them. It was only when we started gambling that I could play a part in the structured setting. That didn’t last long though. I still became bored.
why are we living like our lives were structured for us to be a certain way, stop following what you’re told is normal.
no i will not get married and raise my kids, i’ll be alone and adopt, and i’ll be awesome. because fuck structure, it doesn’t exist.
The setting had to be structured. How would you be able to do an experiment in utter chaos? Honestly some people know nothing. She carefully poured from one beaker to the other. Please let this work. I need this to find the cure.
these walls are structured brick-by-brick. knock them down from the bottom-up, and everything comes crumbling down.