I used to think I was pretty hot stuff. Well, let’s face it, I am hot stuff. But in a different way then I thought I was when I was twelve.
See, when I was twelve, I thought I would be this great lip sync-er. I don’t know where I got this idea, but one day it popped up and I just went with it. Could have been my calling. You never know, right? Continue reading “[Day 72] A memory in place of a nicety”
There is a girl that goes to my school named Celsey. Prior to her becoming one with our group, I could only observe her from afar, and, in the least creepy way possible, she fascinated me. Continue reading “[Day 71] An Encounter”
It was silent. The bags under my eyes seemed to sag lower, and my eyelids begged to fall into place. There was almost nothing in the world that I wanted more than to lie down on those cold blue benches and sleep. But it was cold and I’d forgotten a coat. So I kept my eyes open in the vain attempt to awaken myself. Continue reading “[Day 70] I have the Biggest Loser theme stuck in my head”
Just so no one freaks out: I’m switching Monday and Thursday of this week because I really want to write about what happened today.
One of my friends recently traveled to a different state to visit her significant other in college. She’d been excited about the trip for a good while now, and everyone who knew her was excited as well, because her attraction to him was so genuine. It was a four day weekend, the perfect opportunity for her trip. She was scheduled to arrive home on Sunday afternoon. Continue reading “[Day 69] The Clarity of Confusion”
Dear Julio Noboa, (disclaimer… read the poem before the letter. It’ll make a whole lot more sense)
When I was in 6th grade, shy and afraid of the giant world of middle school, I was flipping through my literature book and came across your poem, Identity. I was unfamiliar with poetry completely, but I was so compelled that I copied down the entire poem in my notebook. But after being caught up in middle school drama, I no longer wanted to identify with the tall, ugly weed. I didn’t care if I was picked up by “greedy human hands”. I’d be pretty and therefore wanted, right? Continue reading “[Day 68] Weeds”
I had this idea after watching sXephil’s weight loss video, but I didn’t think I’d have the energy to actually film/edit it. Guess I was wrong.
*name have been changed to protect the idiot* Last year, a boy by the name of *Frank* moved to my school. He came and sat down with my group of friends early that year, and then continued to seek me out in the hallways because he didn’t know anyone else yet. Now, I don’t know Frank very well, although he did invite me to train hop to Minnesota with him (with only Doritos as sustenance), but he’s important to me as a role model of what to never let my life become. Continue reading “[Day 66] Cars Cost Monies”
Open Letter To All The People I’ve Ever Ignored In Instant Messenger,
Trust me. It’s not personal. Continue reading “[Day 65] I really hate car trips when I can’t drive”
If you’re familiar with Brotherhood 2.0, then you’ll get the reference in the title. But if you don’t, it’s ok. Anyways. Even if you don’t know me, finding my blog would clue you in on two things; I’m a narcissist and I’m a technology junkie. Let’s focus on the latter, however. My life is consumed with “textual” communication, through text messages, emails, and Facebook messages, so today I wanted to get away from all of that. Continue reading “[Day 64] VlogBrothers Day”
My day started off with a near-inability to get out of bed, followed by the realization that I’m developing a muffin top (google it). Then I ate an unsatisfying, silent breakfast, followed by a quick ten minutes of email checking and being threatened with having my door taken off its hinges. Not a great beginning, but I was determined to find something good about today. Continue reading “[Day 63] Video Girl”