In which I make the terrible decision to go for a bike ride in the middle of a hot summer day and film my old elementary school. I also talk. Shocker.
Rachel and I had to stay up for our 12-3am Relay for Life time slot, so during a viewing of the King’s Speech, Chad and Chris came over and we ended up making pancakes.
In which I stab myself, make polenta, and utterly suck at disc golf.
On Saturday I talked to Bart for two hours while browsing Goodwill and Safeway with Ellen. Then he called me later that night and I sat in the staircase talking to him for another hour. Then he called me the next morning for a little while, just to check up. Just when I start thinking I give him too much credit, he does something like this. Continue reading “Don’t leave me now”
I watch their backs as my brother leads his girlfriend -in his awkwardlybsweet manor- to the stairs. The door closes softly behind them, and I realized how unbearably lonely I’ve become.
So that’s not entirely true. It’s not like I’m Princess Mia- desperate for a boyfriend… Or for anything at all. I’m just… Lonely. Continue reading “[Day 236] Potato cooking”
It was the second “official” birthday party in a long time. All though middle school, it had been just me and Rachel. But this year, for my fifteenth birthday, I was determined to reclaim some sort of my childhood. Continue reading “[Day 162] The Way I See It”
Since my birthday is coming up in 20 days, I’ve decided to reminisce about some of my former birthdays. Enjoy. Continue reading “[Day 148] Pollinate”
It’s been nearly fourteen years since I’ve seen you. That’s a long time. And we still have some unresolved business that I’d like to discuss. First, I want you to read an excerpt from this journal entry I wrote a few months ago. Continue reading “[Day 140] The first of many”
We’re taking a break from holiday blogs for this special announcement: I DID IT AGAIN! HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW, WORLD??
Story time. So pretty much everyone knows the Dylan story by now. It was one of my main motivations in starting this project, and it has almost been completely resolved because of this project. But I’m here today (tonight) to tell you about a different saga that occurred almost at the exact same time, just in an entirely different facet of my life. Continue reading “[Day 135] And I thought I woudn’t have anything to blog about”
I snicker as Shawn throws another bit of paper into the boy’s hair in front of us. We’re supposed to be paying attention to an astronomy lecture, but the constellation of white stars in the black mass of hair is much more interesting. The boy still hasn’t noticed, concentrated on the next origami unicorn he’s making. I’m ashamed of this memory.
When I first met Jenaer, I didn’t expect to talk to him, let alone become friends. He was different from anyone I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot. He was quiet and awkward, and I was loud and growing more openly confident each day.
After a year of emails, arguments, outbursts, and silent treatments, I realized that I’d gained a new friendship. It’s not a conventional friendship, and it is in no way always cordial, but it works.
Jenaer gives me a new perspective on life. There is very little we agree on, short of an unspoken mutual agreement that bickering should replace conversation. But he’s always saying something interesting, and I’m always looking forward to it.