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Memoir?!?!?!
So, after a year of journals for history class, I received a journaling award. The teacher told me he looked forward to reading the book. And that's when the wheel started turning about writing a memoir about this year. It was a roller coaster on all fronts. It could make a decent book, possibly. After I read Running With Scissors, I decided ( Read more... ) -
SUMMER!
I'm running around this summer like a chicken with its head cut off. First, I ran around Girls State, which was like college and adult-hood prep complete with learning about how government works and how to talk to complete strangers. Right after I got back from RGS, I had to start soccer practice. It's CRAZY. But fun ( Read more... ) -
A Taste of /supa
Someone told me I should put up some of my recent writings. So, after getting my act together and finally typing the THING that's been scrawled in teeny font in the June/July and July pages of my planner, scaring everyone into thinking I have THAT MUCH homework, I present some a cool bit of /supa. I'm considering keeping it on it's own as a whole ( Read more... ) -
A Letter to Jaime
I know you said no contact, but to hell with it. I'm losing it here. Officially, really truly losing it. Help, please.
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The Plague
I have gots the mono. Don't ask me how; I have no idea. All I know is, I feel bad, school is a giant hurdle, and it makes dealing with my parents even worse. You'd think once they start divorcing things would calm down, but no, they're still fighting and over me at that. My boyfriend says it's not my problem and I should learn from their ( Read more... ) -
Life In General
I've changed. But as we live in a small town, I see you. In the morning, you take the turn by that hair cutting place by The Loading Zone. Sometimes I'm there, passenger seat, the blonde in the school uniform. Other times, it's Route 31, you're agonizing over the infinite line for the left turn into town. Again, passenger seat. I still don't ( Read more... ) -
Doesn't Matter
So, it's recently come to my attention that, perhaps, no one other than me cares what I do. Or at least, that's what I was told by my boyfriend. I was worried what people would think of me if I did something. He said no one would care, that they assumed I was doing it anyways.
That's not when it really struck a chord though.
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Strangers in Paradise
So, while visiting with my oldest sister, her husband, and their wonderful baby boy, we went to a used book store. Doesn't sound too extraordinary, does it? Except, when I rounded the corner of one shelf, I saw IT. Yes folks, Strangers in Paradise was staring me down from it's sticking-out spot on the top shelf.
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I'm Sorry.
You know who you are. I'm sorry about what happened. I'd like to blame it on the face that I'm 16, my parents are splitting, and I want to do anything to hurt them; however, that's not the true cause. The fault lies with my selfishness, my wish to talk to you as some relief because everything else that I'm doing to hurt them just isn't cutting ( Read more... ) -
Blame it on the (Rain)Snow
As I'm sure you've heard, unless you're living out your life in the confines of a cave in which case the question comes up as to what you're doing reading my blog, Snowmageddon has thrown the Eastern US into a state of panic. Cananda's annoyed with up after our frantic Snomg posts and, now, another wave of whining about snow. I'm not surprised, ( Read more... )