millennial blog project

The Writing

  • We get it! You kissed a girl and you liked it

    Katy Perry. When I first heard her hit “I Kissed A Girl,” I thought, hey, this isn’t bad. It’s actually kind of funny. Then I heard it again. And again. And again. And again. Everytime I turned on the radio. Every single time I flipped to Playlist. Everywhere I turned, people were singing it. I Read more

  • No, Miley. I don’t ever wish to be a “Fly On The Wall”

    I feel like ranting. Hope you’re ready for this. I just viewed Miley Cyrus’s video for “Fly On The Wall.” Now, I didn’t mean to watch it, I was perfectly happy with the 3OH!3 video that was before it, but I cannot control the playlist on Playlist. Though I wish I could, sadly I cannot. Read more

  • Emily’s poetry, a history

    I’ve been writing poetry for years. My mother named me after her favorite poet, so why not carry it on? I started out with a composition notebook that I decorated with stickers. Everyone just assumed it was my diary, as if it couldn’t be anything but a shallow notebook with all of my deepest secrets Read more

  • Swiiiiiing down chariot, God will make a way

    Yesterday was a long long day. The night before (Friday night) I was supposed to go see the new Underworld movie (SQUEE!), but I ended up not going for I desperately needed rest. My brother didn’t go either – he was who I was to go with. Instead of going to the movies on Friday, Read more

  • “We are going to pick ourselves up, and dust ourselves off”

    Today my brother and I were supposed to be at the orthodontist at exactly twelve o’clock to let them torture us. My mother called the office yesterday and informed them that we would not be attending our appointment. We all wished to watch Barack Obama’s Inauguration. Every classroom I entered today had either their TV Read more

  • It all started with a record player

    A few weeks ago, I bought myself a record player. I was ecstatic to find it at such a good price, and was beaming as I walked out of the store with the box in my arms. When we got home, I immediately took it into the Living Room and set it up. My parents Read more