Phinny, sitting in his bowl on the shelf above his mistress' computer as little to occupy himself with during the day. Generally, he picks a question and mulls over it until bed time. Today, his question was: "What is sh…
Last night, I began the process of learning something remarkably useful.
Esther Shaver and I went out in the lawn by the library and hid behind some trees, and she commenced to teach me the Peruviain "Provacative Wild T…
I'm free.
They imprissoned me on a beautiful, autumnal day.
They wrote out a slip of paper that had the horrifying ability to keep me bound to quarters.
But the time is passed.
And I am FREEEEEE!
And I have definite…
So I asked several trusted friends: "Do you agree with me that nurses have teeth?"
They: "Most of them."
I: "Do you agree that beings with teeth are dangerous and therefore should be avoided?"
They: "Maybe." "Sometime…
Cinderella finished her work in time and made it to the ball. While at the ball, however, she visited neither the opera nor the zoo. She did, however, have the time of her life!
Memories of Chicago:
1. Whilst en route …
About this time, it would be really nice to have a bunch of cute little mice come leaping from the woodwork and start singing in squeaky voices as they help me get ready for Chicago . . . .
But then again, that might ca…
So I lied.
Not really.
I merely misled you all . . . but unintentionally!
I have decided to go forward with my poor ritualistic sacrifice story . . . only because Esther Shaver is a lifesaver in human form, and not th…
Maybe I've been listening to too much Charlie Brown, 'cause I'm definitely having a Charlie Brownish sort of day.
I'm in a mood!
Why must girls get so severely depressive all the time? For goodness' sake, it was a gorg…
I have such beautiful people on my hall. I cannot get over how much they teach me, every day, unexpectedly. It's humbling and inspiring to me, every time. Absolutely. Even when I am stressed beyond what I believe I can t…
So, I'm writing this short story.
It's a really great short story that I've wanted to write for about two years now.
"What's it about?" my esteemed Co asks.
"It's hard to explain."
"Try!" says some of the freshmen.
…
Yes, I'm up past midnight again . . . my morning-person days are at an end.
Bleak day.
I've lost my journal . . . AGAIN!!!! In Wal-Mart somewhere. And I've called Wal-Mart, and they bounced me around among different de…
Do you know, when people say things that are so true, then laugh as though they were not . . . .
it bothers me.
Rather a lot.
But people can't help being the way they are, can they?
Still, I wish people would open up…
Sadness . . . I just missed an e-mail from my brother telling me to e-mail my phone number to him so that he could call me.
Sadness.
Dispondancy.
In case you were unaware, I'm rather-slightly-sort-of devotedly fond of…
Sometimes I feel like an embodied irony.
Could be just me . . . .
My hall is a dangerous place to live.
I just had to run like mad for my life . . . from that devious person all glamorized today to play in chapel, Nancy Bustos. Don't let her lovely front fool you . . . beneath that gl…
I'm coming to the conclusion that I would make a very bad mother.
Let me 'splain.
My dear Amy Harris got herself stung by a dratted bee while at tennis practice today . . . she came back in pain and tears . . . and I t…
For Introduction to Poetry I also had to write a memory of two years ago, also looking through my bedroom window, then take myself for a walk and describe what I'd see . . . this is what I turned out.
Two Years Ago:
My…
For my Introduction to Poetry class I had to write as scene from my life ten years ago, looking through a window on a rainy first day in summer . . . and I was fairly amused by it, so I thought I'd share it. Hope it 'mus…
Today was a full day. So much adventure, so little time!
For starters, I endured the hardships of combat. My former roommate-turned-foe (love you, Kristine!)assaulted me with windfall cherries . . . it was a great and b…
Yours truly is an unintentional flirt.
So I sat in a window at Mount Memorial, minding my own business, chatting with my mum, watching a brilliant sunset unfurl and swarms of sparrows performing synchronized undulations…
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