I’m one of those smart kids that teachers probably hate. I swear I’m always paying attention (well, mostly), but it doesn’t always seem so. Sometimes I’m doodling eyes (it’s creepy but I am just perfecting my eyelashes.), but most of the time I’m leaning on my arm, fighting to keep my eyes open. Continue reading “[Day 85] He gets the message”
Month: November 2009
[Day 84] Thank you, Kelsey
There is beauty in music. When I pre-order a CD on iTunes, it’s like magic on the morning that it starts to download, when it’s officially out.
Jason Mraz just released his new live CD, Jason Mraz’s Beautiful Mess- Live on Earth. Being an admirer of his music anyways, I knew I would like this CD before even hearing it. But I’ll be honest, when I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect to fall in love. Continue reading “[Day 84] Thank you, Kelsey”
[Day 83] As Freud Would Say…
When I was a kid, I was very imaginative. I imagined the age of 10 as a rotund red-headed boy. There were points in my life that I actually thought I’d look like that when I was 10. I also thought that I’d never be able to imagine myself as any older than about six. When I used to daydream about living on a pirate ship with lots of other versions of me (I’m being completely serious), the older versions of me looked like the six year old me, except that they were taller. Reoccurring dreams were also normal for me. Continue reading “[Day 83] As Freud Would Say…”
[Day 82] The part of you
Dear creators of Lamebook.com,
As soon as my father sent your link to me, I’m happy to report that I’ve successfully wasted an hour of my life, and I will continue to do so until I have read EVERYTHING ON YOUR WEBSITE.
So thanks for giving me just one more reason to never leave my room.
Love,
Bri
P.S. To my three devoted readers, I will start posting less half-crap blogs soon. I just need to figure out a system that works for me. More than likely, I’ll have to just write all the blogs I possibly can early and schedule them.
[Day 81] The Doors Squeak
[Day 80] Together we’ll move on
The first time I rode on a plane alone was from Austin, Texas to Roanoke, Virginia. I made this trip for a college program I had been accepted to, at Hollins University. I was excited, because they had one of the best writing programs in the country, but I was also a little anxious. It was an all girls school. Continue reading “[Day 80] Together we’ll move on”
[Day 79] Everything has changed, faces stay the same
Everyday
So many things
Go unsaid.
Everyday
My head grapples with my my common sense
And my common sense has begun to win.
Everyday
I could make that comment
Tell you off
Yell in your direction
Proclaim to the world how I really feel
But I don’t.
Because it isn’t worth it.
And neither are you.
So you’re welcome, for staying quiet
And letting you live out the last year of high school
In peace.
Because you and I both know
That these will be the best days of your life.
Enjoy it.
[78] When the sky is falling, don’t look outside
Given the opportunity, most all teenagers will procrastinate. Essay due in next Tuesday? I’ll wait ’til Monday night. Or at least, I used to wait. Continue reading “[78] When the sky is falling, don’t look outside”
[Day 77] Jaa?
There were three good things that happened today.
1. Even though I spent maybe ten seconds on my hair this morning, I got three positive compliments about it.
2. I was a constructive part of Congress brainstorming at debate
3. I had my first therapy appointment in almost two months and she taught me to meditate.
a. I might be able to sleep now.
[Day 76] Ash: Chapter 1
When I was in 7th grade, I thought that I was smart enough to write a whole novel. Although the intellect was indeed lacking, I managed to finish it. It would take me longer than the book is to explain to you the plot, so here’s the first chapter. Continue reading “[Day 76] Ash: Chapter 1”