So here's the thing.

I haven't been writing here, but that doesn't mean that I haven't been writing. I write so much better on actual paper. This internet thing. . . I don't know. I just can't stay focused when writing online. So this may be the end of this.

Time will tell.

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Since living at home, I've felt less creative. The most recent reminder of this is when I finished the play that I had to write for my senior project by killing my grama figure in it at the end. That's such the easy way out. I need to figure out how I'm going to change that. Plus, it's politically incorrect of sorts since in real life, she died ( Read more... )

After December 18th, I will be done with school forever. This means that I will also be without health insurance; a fear that stays with me. I'm one of those kids who goes to the doctor enough that needing insurance is very important. I may get it through Barnes and Noble if they are allowed to give out more hours in Feburary. But until then, I' ( Read more... )

On September 27th of this year, I posted in a survey that "gas is only $3.32!!!" Gas is now $1.91 here. Holy crap, right ( Read more... )

I am horrified that 39% of people polled think that Palin won the debate. HORRIFIED. I thought she looked lost. I loved that when she pulled the "mom card", Biden got choked up when saying he knew what it was like to be a single dad after his wife and son died in a accident. I love listening to Biden talk. He's a great speaker ( Read more... )

My mom sent this to me. It's amazing ( Read more... )

Eight years ago today, August 18th. Do you realize how long that is? I'll never forget. A fourteen year old boy was riding his yellow bike across the street to soccer practice and was struck by the car of a student who was adjusting their radio. He died. I think it's important to remember ( Read more... )

I feel like I need to make my posts a little more happier.

Thus, I will post of picture of this:


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At work today, I noticed that we sell recorders. You know, like little clarinet things? You know. First of all, I think it's weird that we sell them. . . seeing as I work in a book store. . . and second of all, recorders always remind me of Judah. I think once she told me that she learned to play once, and would always bring her recorder places ( Read more... )