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Eat the damn potatoes
This whole not sleeping thing is getting a tad old. It’s getting worse, even. I’m currently sitting at my kitchen table scarfing down a butter-covered potato and onion concoction I threw together. Aaaand the milk I’m drinking out of a classy green mug just went down the wrong pipe and I had a coughing fit. Read more
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Blog posts and birthdays
When I turned 13, I got my room redone. We covered the ugly mauve walls with bright raspberry, periwinkle, lime green and orange. I had my first boy-girl party that year. My crush came. He gave me AFI’s Decemberunderground CD. Nothing happened. When I turned 14, I got my first iPod, a square, silver Nano that Read more
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Stream of consciousness
“Forego sleep when an idea strikes,” I offered as a writing tip in my opinion writing class a few weeks ago. Yeah. It should have been, “If you can’t sleep, write.” ‘Cause that’s what I’m doing right now. And since I read this article a few days ago, I know I’m simply screwing my brain over Read more
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Summer lovin’, happened so fast
He reached into his black backpack and pulled out a plain hemp bracelet. I wore it from that day on for several months. It was a reminder that, like the song in An American Tail, someone was thinking of me. I wore it on my right wrist and never took it off. It went with me Read more
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Never underestimate a 15-year-old
He passed copies of the poem around the room. We were 15. “‘To Make Much of Time’ by Robert Herrick,” it said at the top of the paper: “Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, Read more