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Tag: cry
Traits of an Excellent Writer
So I was gonna do a YouTube video instead of a blog today, but now I can’t, because I’m sobbing my eyes out and sniffling.
Steve Kluger really got me this time. His book, My Most Excellent Year, was, to put it simply, excellent. Even the tenth time reading it I laugh. For my birthday, I got an Amazon gift card, so I bought Larry and the Meaning of Life by Janet Tashjian, and The Last Days of Summer by Steve Kluger. I finished Larry and loved it, and then I finished Kluger’s book today.
Set in post-Depression WW2 era, the book is written in a series of news articles, telegraphs, and letters. I’m terrible at book reviews, but I’ll give you a list of things you’ll find in this story: young love, baseball, war, friendship, absent fathers, Jewish culture, and witty, clever writing. I’m going to go out on a limb and suggest this book to everyone. I think anyone can enjoy this book, because it’s so well written.
When I went to tell my mom I finished the book, since we swap books a lot, she was surprised to find me crying. I’d been reading it around the house for the past two days and laughing almost the entire time. Steve Kluger is truly an author I’m glad to have found.
Such a Mess
Just one phone call
It’s better than what it could have been
But in itself, it sucks
Just as bad
Why did it happen?
should I be worried?
Should I be afraid?
What else am I supposed to say?
What else am I supposed to do?
Suicide won’t sovle
I’m glad he saved your life
I don’t know what I’d do
If someone else had made that call,
With different news.
you have no idea
Life’s a Beach
Sorry about the vague and slightly depressing blog yesterday. I had some stuff to deal with.
But it’s mostly better now. Hopefully everyone can just move on.
Ok, seriously? Shut up about stupid Stephen Colbert’s book! THIS IS NOT THE FREAKING TIME. I don’t understand how some people can just not care… immediately start bashing. It’s SCARY. They freaked out for like ten seconds then started giving lectures. How can you just DO that? Then they started worrying about the movie.
If you ask me, that’s just SICK.
Today is an official holiday of Bri’s Own World!
Why? Because:
today was the first day in the three years we've been friends that Dylan has complimented me!
*slaps*
Thaaaaaaaaaaaat's right folks.
I had to sing my song 'invisible torment' to my comp/lit class and afterwards he complimented me. He was also mad that I didn't tell him i was a 'ficking pro singer'. (his words, not mine)
So yes, i have awful enough relationships with some of my friends that I have to have a holiday when they compliment me.
But, you know what? I don't care. BEcause he complimented me.
Also, I got hugged by two people because they liked my song/singing.
very strange day…
Oh, and
CONGRADULATIONS, KELLI, ON GETTING A DATE TO HOMECOMING!
I drew the short straw
I DREW THE SHORT STRAW
Looking around
What do I see?
Everyone else
Is taller than me
I crane my neck
to see into their eyes
It takes more effort
to see through their lies
Bottom of the food chain
Bottom of the growth chart
But my height doesn't change
what I have in my heart.
Here is a song I wrote one day when it was raining…
This song, Fall Rain Fall, is meant to be sung slowly, in a pitch that even I can manage.
Fall Rain Fall
Thunder claps
Lightning strikes
Fall rain fall
Tears stream
Down her face
Fall rain fall
Drown out the sound
Of her cries for help
Erase the traces
Of the tears that fell
You wouldn't listen then
So why do you, now?
The river, the river
Overflows
Fall rain fall
She call, she calls
For help
Fall rain fall
Drown out the sound
While she cries in fear
Erase the traces that she was here
You wouldn't listen then
So why are you near
Let the rain
Let it fall
You wouldn't
help at all
Fall rain fall
She's still crying
She may never stop
The tears
Just keep coming
Fall rain fall
Drown out the sound
As she sobs on the floor
Erase the traces
Forever more
You wouldn't listen then
So fall, rain, fall
Whatcha think?
Here's a link so you can listen to it. You'll hear Vannah (who sings it) rustling the paper at one point, because, I being the writer, she didn't completely know the song. Sorry.