Dear Stephenie Meyer,
Some of my friends hate your writing. Heck, most of them do. But I decided long ago that I didn’t care.
The Twilight series is not as shallow as some people seem to think it is. The writing may not take a lot of thought to decipher, but the emotions you evoke through your characters and situations are completely truthful. Continue reading “[Day 118] Headed For A Heart-Heart-Heartbreak”
Tonight, I had the honor of dining then bowling with four of the smartest people I have ever met. Our acquaintance was made through speech and debate. They’re from a school nearly a half hour away from me that offers an IB program, which is something that I don’t know much about other than the fact that it is for smart kids. Their names were Matt, Joe, Arielle, and David. Continue reading “[Day 116] Harrowing thing”
I feel kind of bad that most of my Thursday blogs involve not getting angry with incompetent or rude people to their faces, but it seems to be my biggest struggle. Again, today, I grapple between urges to strangle and scream. And again, today, I bowed my head and let things pass. You’re welcome, high school.
On my first day of kindergarten, I was terrified. Not of school (well, ok, I was terrified of that too), not of all the new people… I was terrified of the bus. This slowly subsided into pure, unadulterated joy because of all my new friends I got to chat with, until seeping back into its original form: terror. We’ve come full circle. Continue reading “[Day 114] Star Wars Sheets”
It’s 5:38 in the morning, and I’ve pushed the snooze button five times. Of course, I do this every day, but today my energy seems to be lacking that much more. Only one more alarm sounding until I have to get up to get ready for school. Have I mentioned how much I hate high school? Continue reading “[Day 113] Do it today!”
I surveyed the nap area in front of me, preparing for another half hour of day-dreaming and observing all my fellow pre-schoolers in their sleep. It wasn’t considered creepy when you were four. Continue reading “[Day 112] Take this aching heart”
Dear the creator of “David’s Ego” Facebook page,
“I am the Ego of the unit you know as David *name removed to protect the arrogant*. I have grown to such proportions that I require my own facebook profile.”
You’re “about me” above says it best. I don’t know who you are, creator, but I thank you. I thank you for making me laugh for fifteen minutes straight and then telling everyone I know about your wonderful creation.
Best find ever.
Love and respect,
Bri
The silver cross necklace is hanging out from his Aero postale teeshirt, and the gelled hair stands up at a meant-to-be-effortless angle. The deep, enthusiastic voice penetrates all conversations in the area, and he stands with his hands on his hips in a confident manner. This is not the boy I remember. Continue reading “[Day 109] With friends like these…”