The room was dark and the moonlight was shining through the window. The beams hit the keys like a spotlight and I lit up a cigarette. I swiped my fingers across the keys and listened to the music as is yelled out a cry of musical despair. I smiled as the rain started to fall. My fingers pranced to mimic the thunder. Living alone had its perks sometimes. My foot pumped while my fingers danced. I paused only to blow out some smoke and watch it swirl above my head.
Sometimes you had to watch out for yourself. Sometimes you had to live alone and not answer the door. Sometimes you have to light another cigarette and hope you don't get addicted just yet. And then sometimes you had to admit to yourself that maybe you missed them.
There was a hunger as I continued to pump music out the piano. Through my music I was going to send a message, even though there was no way he could hear me. I wanted things to be different and I really thought that they would be. I definitely had my guard up but I wanted him to sweep me off my feet and show me things had gotten better. I keep playing my music in the hopes that you would follow it to me. And that when you got here it would be as if nothing ever happened.
I lit up another one and decided not to care if I added another addiction to the list.
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If you haven't heard the song before:
~Bridget Nicole
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Luck/Smoke shell
"If you step on a crack, you'll break your mother's back." The superstition kept replaying in my mind due to all the cracks in the sidewalk. I couldn't help but wonder if something like that could happen. There wasn't any scientific way for something like this to happen, but I kept my feet away from them, just in case.
I thought of the other superstitions that people commonly referred to- breaking a mirror causes the person who broke it bad luck; Friday the 13th is unlucky; walking under a ladder gives the person bad luck; its bad luck to sing sing or sleep at the dining room table. I cringed because I knew I had done all these things at one time or another. But did it explain why all these things kept happening to me?
The logical side of me kept yelling "of course not! They don't mean anything!" but another, more open-minded part of me had to wonder. Never in my life had I felt that things were so out of control and that someone else held my fate in their hands. First, I got pregnant my senior year. Then, he left me. Then, I finally made the decision the next day to keep the baby. A week later, I had a miscarriage.
"Should have carried a horse shoe I guess," I mumbled to myself as I reached my house. I was about to put my key into the door when I heard someone pull into my driveway. I turned around and saw him get out.
My heart plummeted to the floor when I saw him playing with the white rabbit's foot that he kept on his key chain.
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I used to have a lot of strength, used to have no problem smiling. I was completely care-free. In fact, that was one of the things you liked best about me, because my giggles were contagious.
Imagine, if you will, a ball that has many layers to it. I was solid. Without my realizing it, every day that was spent with you, a small piece of a layer was chipped away. And then another, and another. You told me I wasn't good enough and that I needed to change. So I did. And another piece chipped away. Then another, and another.
Now there is only a thin layer left, holding everything in. That thin layer? It has a few holes in it. If you look closely you can see past the front and notice the emptiness inside. Will you love me tomorrow? I now understand the hesitation- because my tomorrow there won't be anything left. I will soon become a statistic.
Imagine, if you will, a puff of smoke. Its soft and barely contained. Luckily, this puff of smoke was carried away by the winds of change. This little puff of smoke is going to grow its layers back so that someone else can adore my giggles and care-free nature.
I thought of the other superstitions that people commonly referred to- breaking a mirror causes the person who broke it bad luck; Friday the 13th is unlucky; walking under a ladder gives the person bad luck; its bad luck to sing sing or sleep at the dining room table. I cringed because I knew I had done all these things at one time or another. But did it explain why all these things kept happening to me?
The logical side of me kept yelling "of course not! They don't mean anything!" but another, more open-minded part of me had to wonder. Never in my life had I felt that things were so out of control and that someone else held my fate in their hands. First, I got pregnant my senior year. Then, he left me. Then, I finally made the decision the next day to keep the baby. A week later, I had a miscarriage.
"Should have carried a horse shoe I guess," I mumbled to myself as I reached my house. I was about to put my key into the door when I heard someone pull into my driveway. I turned around and saw him get out.
My heart plummeted to the floor when I saw him playing with the white rabbit's foot that he kept on his key chain.
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I used to have a lot of strength, used to have no problem smiling. I was completely care-free. In fact, that was one of the things you liked best about me, because my giggles were contagious.
Imagine, if you will, a ball that has many layers to it. I was solid. Without my realizing it, every day that was spent with you, a small piece of a layer was chipped away. And then another, and another. You told me I wasn't good enough and that I needed to change. So I did. And another piece chipped away. Then another, and another.
Now there is only a thin layer left, holding everything in. That thin layer? It has a few holes in it. If you look closely you can see past the front and notice the emptiness inside. Will you love me tomorrow? I now understand the hesitation- because my tomorrow there won't be anything left. I will soon become a statistic.
Imagine, if you will, a puff of smoke. Its soft and barely contained. Luckily, this puff of smoke was carried away by the winds of change. This little puff of smoke is going to grow its layers back so that someone else can adore my giggles and care-free nature.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Delays and Snowflakes
On a random note: I have been watching an insane amount of Castle lately. Why? Because its AWESOME. You should watch it too. :)
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Snowflakes:
There is enough stillness that it feels like time stands still. There are no words to break the silence, its as if our minds create nothing new. I am able to take in the feel of the car- the way that the seat gives in to my weight, the coolness of the window, which is half frosted over. I brush my pinky along the pane in order to stimulate any sort of feeling. I measure out how often there is a bump in the road, which comes quicker on the highway. You always drive on the highways when you need to clear your mind. I dare not speak- I know that you don't want to hear the thoughts I have recently thought. They would only make us fight again. I cringe at the thought of raising our voices. Not just because they are unpleasant, but because they are gateways. Things that were so called settled in the past come back up and are used as brand new weapons.
I look out the window and sigh. You spare me a quick glance before taking an exit- and I couldn't help but get a sense of deja vu. You find a small restaurant and you park.
"Nothing has changed, has it?" you studied you fingernails, attempting to look nonchalant.
"What do you expect? You put me in a corner and expect me to go somewhere." I lit up a cigarette and rolled the window down an inch. I had been smoking close to two packs a day- it gets worse with the stress. I couldn't help but feel like I was walking on eggshells.
"It's really not like that, babe," you started. I rolled my eyes; you know I hate it when you call me babe. You know I thought it was demeaning and sexist. "We have to put effort in it if we're going to make this work," you said as you yanked the cigarette out of my hand with such force that I jumped.
A shiver went down my spine because I recognized the tone in your voice.
Two years ago. You came home drunk, had a bad day at work. All I did was ask you how everything went. "I don't want to talk about it!" you said as you slammed his bedroom door shut. After a moment's consideration, I got up and walked over to your room and opened up the door and the next thing I knew I was seeing stars. When I came to, I had white-hot pain coming from my right eye. I shakily got up and looked in the mirror to find that my eyelids were already beginning to swell. You were no where in sight.
I looked out the window and went quiet. "I want to make this work," I heard you say. "I love you too much to let you go."
The snow began to fall outside once more and I thought about snowflakes. From a distance, to an outsider, they all look alike. But when you look closer, they all have different shapes, sizes, designs, consequences... and scars.
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~Bridget Nicole
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Snowflakes:
There is enough stillness that it feels like time stands still. There are no words to break the silence, its as if our minds create nothing new. I am able to take in the feel of the car- the way that the seat gives in to my weight, the coolness of the window, which is half frosted over. I brush my pinky along the pane in order to stimulate any sort of feeling. I measure out how often there is a bump in the road, which comes quicker on the highway. You always drive on the highways when you need to clear your mind. I dare not speak- I know that you don't want to hear the thoughts I have recently thought. They would only make us fight again. I cringe at the thought of raising our voices. Not just because they are unpleasant, but because they are gateways. Things that were so called settled in the past come back up and are used as brand new weapons.
I look out the window and sigh. You spare me a quick glance before taking an exit- and I couldn't help but get a sense of deja vu. You find a small restaurant and you park.
"Nothing has changed, has it?" you studied you fingernails, attempting to look nonchalant.
"What do you expect? You put me in a corner and expect me to go somewhere." I lit up a cigarette and rolled the window down an inch. I had been smoking close to two packs a day- it gets worse with the stress. I couldn't help but feel like I was walking on eggshells.
"It's really not like that, babe," you started. I rolled my eyes; you know I hate it when you call me babe. You know I thought it was demeaning and sexist. "We have to put effort in it if we're going to make this work," you said as you yanked the cigarette out of my hand with such force that I jumped.
A shiver went down my spine because I recognized the tone in your voice.
Two years ago. You came home drunk, had a bad day at work. All I did was ask you how everything went. "I don't want to talk about it!" you said as you slammed his bedroom door shut. After a moment's consideration, I got up and walked over to your room and opened up the door and the next thing I knew I was seeing stars. When I came to, I had white-hot pain coming from my right eye. I shakily got up and looked in the mirror to find that my eyelids were already beginning to swell. You were no where in sight.
I looked out the window and went quiet. "I want to make this work," I heard you say. "I love you too much to let you go."
The snow began to fall outside once more and I thought about snowflakes. From a distance, to an outsider, they all look alike. But when you look closer, they all have different shapes, sizes, designs, consequences... and scars.
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~Bridget Nicole
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
There was a creative title here, but the Keebler Elves stole it...
This always happens to me: song catchy, up beat song with horrible, horrible, lyrics gets stuck in my head. For example, S&M by Rihanna has been stuck in my head all day. And for those of you who don't know, it has lyrics such as "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me." Pretty bad right? Well without thinking I just start singing it out loud and start getting weird looks...
Outside of this horrible song being stuck in my head all because I heard it once a couple days ago, I have been pretty excited. In less tan 72 hours, I will be in NY. Wooooooo!
I have decided to share with you another fun song to get stuck in your head, assuming you don't know of it already.
I give you the lyrics because you need to hear all of it :)
~Bridget Nicole
Outside of this horrible song being stuck in my head all because I heard it once a couple days ago, I have been pretty excited. In less tan 72 hours, I will be in NY. Wooooooo!
I have decided to share with you another fun song to get stuck in your head, assuming you don't know of it already.
I give you the lyrics because you need to hear all of it :)
~Bridget Nicole
Monday, May 9, 2011
Day 478
You probably didn't realize how often you toyed with your necklace. But I noticed. It brought a subtle attention to the gentle curve of your neck. Had he noticed this habit when he first met you? If not, he surely noticed the smell of your freshly applied perfume. Did he pick it out for you? The overwhelming scent of Jasmine surely wasn't your choice. I was sure I knew you better than that.
I look around the room while you strike up meaningless conversation. Something about the weather and about how they never could quite get it right. I'm sure I responded with something resembling witty, you humored me with a chuckle. Why did we bother to foster this relationship? Did he ask you to?
Lance's death happened exactly 478 days ago. I knew, because I had been counting. We all counted- we didn't want to admit to counting, but we all did in some way. You seemed nervous, like you were running out of things to say. You always have been like popcorn- they tell you to take the bag out of the microwave when you hear longer pauses in between pops. I knew to make up an excuse to head out whenever the awkward silences between us got to be longer, and got to be too much.
I would grab my coat and you would walk me to the door, as if I had forgotten where it was. I can slowly feel the relief rolling off my shoulders.
"Should I expect you next Saturday?" the lonely lady asked from the doorway.
"As always," I said with a smile that hurt my cheeks. Next Saturday would be day 485 and nothing will have changed by then. You wont be any closer to being over him by then. Did he ask that of you?
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Note: This whole thing is fictitious- don't read into it. Just, enjoy :)
~Bridget Nicole
I look around the room while you strike up meaningless conversation. Something about the weather and about how they never could quite get it right. I'm sure I responded with something resembling witty, you humored me with a chuckle. Why did we bother to foster this relationship? Did he ask you to?
Lance's death happened exactly 478 days ago. I knew, because I had been counting. We all counted- we didn't want to admit to counting, but we all did in some way. You seemed nervous, like you were running out of things to say. You always have been like popcorn- they tell you to take the bag out of the microwave when you hear longer pauses in between pops. I knew to make up an excuse to head out whenever the awkward silences between us got to be longer, and got to be too much.
I would grab my coat and you would walk me to the door, as if I had forgotten where it was. I can slowly feel the relief rolling off my shoulders.
"Should I expect you next Saturday?" the lonely lady asked from the doorway.
"As always," I said with a smile that hurt my cheeks. Next Saturday would be day 485 and nothing will have changed by then. You wont be any closer to being over him by then. Did he ask that of you?
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Note: This whole thing is fictitious- don't read into it. Just, enjoy :)
~Bridget Nicole
I can't be called eccentric until I'm rich. I'm just crazy for now.
Have you ever noticed you can't force yourself to say something original?
Ok, maybe you can, but it won't sound very good. It won't get you in a textbook or someones diary.
You just have to let the words come out at candid moments.
Which can only be done if you don't censor yourself and don't hold back what you're thinking.
So the next time someone asks me why I am so open and random with people, I will say "I am trying to be a part of your diary entry tonight."
When they look at me with confusion, I will just wink and continue on like they never asked.
Ok, maybe you can, but it won't sound very good. It won't get you in a textbook or someones diary.
You just have to let the words come out at candid moments.
Which can only be done if you don't censor yourself and don't hold back what you're thinking.
So the next time someone asks me why I am so open and random with people, I will say "I am trying to be a part of your diary entry tonight."
When they look at me with confusion, I will just wink and continue on like they never asked.
Love and Faith
It's funny- all I seem to want to do is write lately. Literally: this track of thought is keeping me from going to bed. May as well get it down for others to give their opinion on.
I had been thinking for a bit about how people handle their faith. We all know the type of believer where they can rattle off any verse of the Bible and can completely quote whole paragraphs, so on and so forth. But really... isn't that only, like, 10% of it? Don't get me wrong, I still plan on reading the Bible and studying what it has to teach me. But how important is that part? Hear me out for a second, here:
Example. There have been many, many, studies done on love. There are a million definitions that people can give on what love really means, or what it is to be in love. Can you see love? No. You can see people acting out of love, but love itself is not visible. One can study all they want about what someone feels when they are in love. What hormones and neurotransmitters are released when people feel things associated with love. But all the studying in the world doesn't compare to actually feeling love for someone else. You can't understand it until you go ahead and feel it. Simply put, nothing compares. There is no fully accurate way to describe what someone feels when they first realize that they completely adore every little thing about someone else and that there is no other person on this planet that they would rather spend their time thinking about. There is no perfect way to sum up what it feels like to know that you could spend the rest of your life with one single person and never look back. Which is why people search so desperately for it- it's such an amazing thing.
Relate all this back to Faith. People have tried to scientifically pinpoint how humans handle Faith. They have tried labeling certain parts of the brain that help humans process what they call to be a belief in a higher deity. People read the Bible in order to learn what Jesus wanted us to know and memorize it so that they can defend their beliefs and not forget anything they would need to know from it that could be valuable. While the Bible is a great tool in following Jesus, I don't believe it should be the only resource. I don't think we can fully understand anything the Bible is telling us until we go ahead and do it. We can tell each other that we need to love one another but you can't actually know what that means until you do it. This includes loving the people that you can't stand. We all have those people- the ones you swear God put on this earth just to test you. Guess what? He probably is. How many of us would pass this test?
I guess in order to sum up what I am trying to get at is that while I appreciate when I talk to someone about my faith and they are able to bring up specific quotes and passages, I find so much more value in hearing testimonies about how people put their faith to work. Anyone could read and be knowledgeable about the Bible. It takes a real Christian in order to act it out and say "I know about love, because I love people every single day."
And in that same way, it is impossible to understand love until you wholeheartedly love someone else.
Even after the experience, Faith and love can remain a mystery... but at least this way, you can take pride in knowing you dove into the experience, instead of letting it pass you by.
~Bridget Nicole
I had been thinking for a bit about how people handle their faith. We all know the type of believer where they can rattle off any verse of the Bible and can completely quote whole paragraphs, so on and so forth. But really... isn't that only, like, 10% of it? Don't get me wrong, I still plan on reading the Bible and studying what it has to teach me. But how important is that part? Hear me out for a second, here:
Example. There have been many, many, studies done on love. There are a million definitions that people can give on what love really means, or what it is to be in love. Can you see love? No. You can see people acting out of love, but love itself is not visible. One can study all they want about what someone feels when they are in love. What hormones and neurotransmitters are released when people feel things associated with love. But all the studying in the world doesn't compare to actually feeling love for someone else. You can't understand it until you go ahead and feel it. Simply put, nothing compares. There is no fully accurate way to describe what someone feels when they first realize that they completely adore every little thing about someone else and that there is no other person on this planet that they would rather spend their time thinking about. There is no perfect way to sum up what it feels like to know that you could spend the rest of your life with one single person and never look back. Which is why people search so desperately for it- it's such an amazing thing.
Relate all this back to Faith. People have tried to scientifically pinpoint how humans handle Faith. They have tried labeling certain parts of the brain that help humans process what they call to be a belief in a higher deity. People read the Bible in order to learn what Jesus wanted us to know and memorize it so that they can defend their beliefs and not forget anything they would need to know from it that could be valuable. While the Bible is a great tool in following Jesus, I don't believe it should be the only resource. I don't think we can fully understand anything the Bible is telling us until we go ahead and do it. We can tell each other that we need to love one another but you can't actually know what that means until you do it. This includes loving the people that you can't stand. We all have those people- the ones you swear God put on this earth just to test you. Guess what? He probably is. How many of us would pass this test?
I guess in order to sum up what I am trying to get at is that while I appreciate when I talk to someone about my faith and they are able to bring up specific quotes and passages, I find so much more value in hearing testimonies about how people put their faith to work. Anyone could read and be knowledgeable about the Bible. It takes a real Christian in order to act it out and say "I know about love, because I love people every single day."
And in that same way, it is impossible to understand love until you wholeheartedly love someone else.
Even after the experience, Faith and love can remain a mystery... but at least this way, you can take pride in knowing you dove into the experience, instead of letting it pass you by.
~Bridget Nicole
Sunday, May 8, 2011
In the "Ready Stance"!
Ok, lets not hold our breath on this, but I think I might just be getting better about posting on this thing regularly! Better than any diary I ever had, anyway. I was never very good about updating those.
I have been doing research on my career. I was headed the direction of technical writing for a long while, because it seemed like something I would like to do. Technical writers normally have a second degree in some sort of science though. So, since I don't plan on going back to school right away, I think that will be a plan B. Lately, I have been looking at editing more closely. I really enjoy the premise of the job and the places I have looked at claim that there is a higher need for editors because of all the different places they can be used (publishing houses, anywhere that handles legal documents, law firms, etc). I just have to look into what sort of places are currently looking for editors, to see if I can get a good idea of what location I should be headed to.
As of late I have been becoming more and more excited about the future, and seeing it as a little less daunting. I used to have the feeling of "oh no, I have to grow up sometime soon and figure out what I want to do with my life. It's time to put on my big girl panties." But really, I have been becoming more and more excited about doing things for myself. Before, I hated having to work. Now, I will work two jobs if I have to in order to save up the amount I need in order to make a down payment on a car. This way, I can set up more for my future. I am taking more initiative with my scheduling, money spending/saving, and time usage.
In short, I am feeling a lot better about having to step out into the "real world" in a year. I am determined to not let it knock me off my feet.
I named this entry "In the 'Ready Stance'!" because I thought about how when I played softball, I would get stuck in the outfield. They always taught use to be in the Ready Stance so that we could run whichever way we needed to in order to catch the ball that came flying at us. I kind of feel like that is what my mental state has been like lately. I am ready to run whichever direction I need to in order to handle the curve balls life can sometimes throw at you.
(Legs forward. Knees shoulder width apart. On the balls of your feet. Torso slightly forward. Catching hand ready. The other hand provides balance.)
Are you in the Ready Stance?
~Bridget Nicole
I have been doing research on my career. I was headed the direction of technical writing for a long while, because it seemed like something I would like to do. Technical writers normally have a second degree in some sort of science though. So, since I don't plan on going back to school right away, I think that will be a plan B. Lately, I have been looking at editing more closely. I really enjoy the premise of the job and the places I have looked at claim that there is a higher need for editors because of all the different places they can be used (publishing houses, anywhere that handles legal documents, law firms, etc). I just have to look into what sort of places are currently looking for editors, to see if I can get a good idea of what location I should be headed to.
As of late I have been becoming more and more excited about the future, and seeing it as a little less daunting. I used to have the feeling of "oh no, I have to grow up sometime soon and figure out what I want to do with my life. It's time to put on my big girl panties." But really, I have been becoming more and more excited about doing things for myself. Before, I hated having to work. Now, I will work two jobs if I have to in order to save up the amount I need in order to make a down payment on a car. This way, I can set up more for my future. I am taking more initiative with my scheduling, money spending/saving, and time usage.
In short, I am feeling a lot better about having to step out into the "real world" in a year. I am determined to not let it knock me off my feet.
I named this entry "In the 'Ready Stance'!" because I thought about how when I played softball, I would get stuck in the outfield. They always taught use to be in the Ready Stance so that we could run whichever way we needed to in order to catch the ball that came flying at us. I kind of feel like that is what my mental state has been like lately. I am ready to run whichever direction I need to in order to handle the curve balls life can sometimes throw at you.
(Legs forward. Knees shoulder width apart. On the balls of your feet. Torso slightly forward. Catching hand ready. The other hand provides balance.)
Are you in the Ready Stance?
~Bridget Nicole
Saturday, May 7, 2011
One Week
I roughly have a week before I get to adjust to Northern life again :)
The past two days have been full of packing and yard sale-ing. We have made enough for the moving truck and the gas for both the truck and dad's car. I have been so tired lately! But, its good because lately I have been tired enough to actually go to bed at a decent time. I went to bed at 11 Thursday night and 10 last night. Which is way better than what I was doing for the school year!
What was left over from the yard sale we gave to the Union Mission. Which, ironically enough, they were not very nice people that we ran into. Apparently there is a list of things they wont take- including things like a golf bag. Who knew, right? They claimed to have a list of what they couldn't accept, and when I asked my brother about it he told me "yeah I happened to look inside the loading dock and right around the corner there was a list on the wall." Well... they should put it on the outside of the wall, I think. Anywho.
I am so tempted to take another nap but I really need to get on some sort of better sleeping schedule. I am not sure which I should do.
Oh and PS- made straight B's this semester. I guess that's what I get for consciously making the goal of straight A's! :P
~Bridget Nicole
The past two days have been full of packing and yard sale-ing. We have made enough for the moving truck and the gas for both the truck and dad's car. I have been so tired lately! But, its good because lately I have been tired enough to actually go to bed at a decent time. I went to bed at 11 Thursday night and 10 last night. Which is way better than what I was doing for the school year!
What was left over from the yard sale we gave to the Union Mission. Which, ironically enough, they were not very nice people that we ran into. Apparently there is a list of things they wont take- including things like a golf bag. Who knew, right? They claimed to have a list of what they couldn't accept, and when I asked my brother about it he told me "yeah I happened to look inside the loading dock and right around the corner there was a list on the wall." Well... they should put it on the outside of the wall, I think. Anywho.
I am so tempted to take another nap but I really need to get on some sort of better sleeping schedule. I am not sure which I should do.
Oh and PS- made straight B's this semester. I guess that's what I get for consciously making the goal of straight A's! :P
~Bridget Nicole
Monday, May 2, 2011
Long time no... read! (But here's a video!)
So, it has been far too long since my last post. Its been a pretty busy end of the semester, but thankfully it will be all over with after my exam at three. Then its just packing and going home!
Then its yard sale, packing packing packing, and then going to my new home. :D I am quite excited about this, have been waiting for it for about a year now. I am looking forward to the summers not being quite as hot.
In a different area I am pleased to say that with my soon-to-be free-er schedule, I will have more time to write. I am thinking I will be posting some of my more creative work on here just to get everyone's opinion. This will hopefully include poems, clips of short stories, and ideas that I want to bounce off people. Oh, and I am DETERMINED to finish my novel. Its so gonna happen! And what would b REALLY awesome was if I could post on here once a day. Lets see how that goes, shall we?
In the meantime:
Then its yard sale, packing packing packing, and then going to my new home. :D I am quite excited about this, have been waiting for it for about a year now. I am looking forward to the summers not being quite as hot.
In a different area I am pleased to say that with my soon-to-be free-er schedule, I will have more time to write. I am thinking I will be posting some of my more creative work on here just to get everyone's opinion. This will hopefully include poems, clips of short stories, and ideas that I want to bounce off people. Oh, and I am DETERMINED to finish my novel. Its so gonna happen! And what would b REALLY awesome was if I could post on here once a day. Lets see how that goes, shall we?
In the meantime:
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