My english teacher isn't that dumb ( Read more... )

Do you ever get that odd feeling of numbness? Actually, I wouldn't really call it numbness. More like an overwhelming of feeling ( Read more... )

It's my mom's birthday party, and outdoor swimming/grilling/ping-ponging get together with her school friends who have never met us before, but know almost everything about us. My father and his work, staying at home all day. Daniel and his VW bus, his State ring from the football team he barely played on. Julia, her middle school drama, swimming ( Read more... )

In which some celebrity finds out that my tarot readings come true, and they start this huge fad where all the stars come to me for readings. I keep telling the press, "I"m not psychic or anything. People believe what they want to believe, and people believe that my readings are true ( Read more... )

I'm gonna call up that old boyfriend you said still has it bad for me.

Gonna take him into town, flaunt him around, for everyone to see.

Well, you say 'Watch yourself, baby.' Well, you know the deal.

Nobody holds a candle to me in my red high heels.

If only I felt like that all the time. This song will be popular with the fans of the Brokeback Boys. I ( Read more... )

God, I spent the last two years of highschool becoming way more self-confident, more friendly, and less shy. Now in a single week, that's all gone. I'm this moody middle schooler again, who doesn't talk to anyone, thinks he's smarter than everyone, and reads way too much. I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin. I keep telling myself that it'll ( Read more... )

We were talking about symbols, and someone suggested the dove. "It represents peace?" the girl said, as our teacher gave her a dumbfounded look.
"Oh, yes," said the teacher. "Like in the Vietnam war, with the doves and the hawks. The represented the people for and against the war, the one in Vietnam. The doves were obviously the hippies, because ( Read more... )

Like real life, this play has too many story lines. Too many broken hearts. Too many inside jokes.

JENNY. Do you not want this?

STEPHEN. I don’t know if you want this.

JENNY. Well.. [She kisses him. They make out.]

DOUG. What do you want from me Matthew?

MATTHEW. Nothing. I… You don’t need to give me anything.

DOUG. What does that mean? Do you want me to ( Read more... )

What if I started talking to people at school?

What if someone asked me out on a date?

What if try out for a part at the Alley and get in?

I think that's enough for now.

If I started talking to people at school, I'd have more friends here that I could talk to. I never see Kayla, Michelle, Morgan, Sara, or anyone I could sit with. It's nice that I have ( Read more... )

Wow, college. Just wow. I mean, it doesn't necessarily feel like the 13th grade. I still see a few people I saw at school, but the classes are pretty easy. The teachers still treat us like high schoolers. My english teacher was teaching us how to write a sestina, and she gave us the first stanza to use in our sestina. What the heck? Plus, I'm ( Read more... )