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…”
So many things
That I could have said
All of these words
That you probably deserved
But for one more day
Maybe even two
I’ll let you be happy
And ignorant as can be.
You’re welcome.
I have a tendency to isolate myself, even inside my own house. And as I was awarded the opportunity to finally read for pleasure, as mentioned yesterday, I was also given a new perspective. Continue reading “[Day 107] Houses”
In the throes of my final high school year, it’s become increasingly difficult to concentrate on reading for pleasure. Between the rapid-fire AP lit reading syllabus to all my other commitments, losing myself in a book is out of the question.
Was out of the question. At the moment I’m reading a series of books, the first of which being The Secret History of the Pink Carnation. The books are a mix of espionage, historical fiction, and romance. They are wonderfully distracting.
Speaking of which, The Seduction of the Crimson Rose is beckoning to me and I only have a half hour until lights-out.
…I really missed reading.
Today’s story of my past is a big realization. I used to-ok, I still- apologize all the time. For stupid things, for random things, and for things that I didn’t need to. The latter was the most prominent. The “confession” below is something I gave to Dylan during sophomore year, after a long era of him refusing to speak to me and being like a jerk. And it kills me to realize that I used to take the heat for him hurting me. Like it was my fault. And it wasn’t. Continue reading “[Day 105] Compromised”
Dear J.K. Rowling,
On Saturday, my friend and I went to see New Moon. We’d heard of people who’d been going dressed as Harry Potter characters, which we found quite funny, and decided that if anyone called out “team Jacob!” or “team Edward!”, we would call out “Team Harry!” loud and proud. Continue reading “[Day 104] Never thought”
I’m one of millions of kids that is told by their parents, “No dating until you’re sixteen”. For some reason, I imagined this occasion as follows; On the day of my 16th birthday, the voice of my best male friend (to be decided) would come over the intercom at school (he’d figured out a way to jack it… obviously) and announce that I was now eligible to date. A hoard of attractive high school boys (since everyone would know who I was)Â would stampede towards me…. Continue reading “[Day 102] I deconstruct my thoughts”