Three months ago or so, I checked my Yahoo email (which pales in comparison to Gmail), and found that I had been emailed by a reporter of the local newspaper. It was a list of questions and a request for an attached questions. I had been nominated as student of the month. Continue reading “[Day 176] He was a chief justice”
Month: February 2010
[Day 175] Lotsa work
Dear Annabelle,
We haven’t talked in a while, but seeing you online on Facebook last night got me thinking about our friendship.
I remember when our third grade teacher announced that we would be getting a new student named Annabelle. Annabelle. Such a glamorous name. I remember thinking that you must be the most beautiful girl in the world. Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed when you came to school your first day.
Ratty, dishwasher blonde hair and barely any padding underneath your skin and on top of your bones was not what I expected. But I was a lenient kid, and we became friends.
Although your initial appearance wasn’t particularly glamorous, the rest of your life was, and that’s probably why you were the way you were. Living in that giant house having tea parties- with real china, tea, and finger sandwiches- couldn’t have made you ‘normal’.
But that’s not an excuse to be erratically selfish. You never cared about other people, only how they could service your needs, or how much attention they gave you. And I was at the forefront, wasn’t I? You fascinated me, but that wasn’t a reason to exploit me.
I’m sorry your life has left you spoiled and privileged, and that in turn has made you reckless, but don’t take it out on me.
Bri
[Day 174] Hello
[Day 173] Guess!
This was created October 2nd of last year
(This is something I created right after Dylan made his little announcement. Geez. I thought it was kind of funny… and kind of sad.) Continue reading “This was created October 2nd of last year”
[Day 172] Eugenia, part 2
[Day 171] Slaughterhouse V
For my AP Lit class, we were assigned to do outside, classic literature reading and then do a big project on the book we chose. I read God Bless You Mr. Rosewater last time, and loved it. It was strange, yes, but surprisingly decent. So this time, I decided to move onto Vonnegut’s most popular book, Slaughterhouse V. Continue reading “[Day 171] Slaughterhouse V”
[Day 170] Sigh
A couple weeks ago I talked about being done with therapy.
…I guess I lied. Continue reading “[Day 170] Sigh”
[Day 169] huh
Turning 18 is a curious thing. Without a profound election to vote in, a nicotine addiction, or a sexual desperation, I don’t have much use for this age.
Sure, I can drive as many people in my car as I want, I can talk on the phone in the car, and I can get a hotel room, but meh. I don’t feel any different. I don’t feel suddenly more mature.
I wrote a haiku that I kind of like. I don’t expect any of you to understand it, so you won’t like it as much as me. But here it is anyways:
A beam of harsh light
Looks soft in this angry sea
Leads the ships on home
It flickers but holds
And still the waves slap the rocks
In awful taunting
The ship sinks down deep
There is no more of the light
Our beacon is gone