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Oh wow. Another Thanksgiving here and gone. I've been so future minded lately that I am having trouble staying in the present. Today was so wonderful though, I have much to be thankful for.I'm thankful for: my wise and amazing parents who love me unconditionally and are always there for me. my sweet brother with his crazy curls and love for video games. my lovely roommates and our Tuesday and Wednesday nights when we watch SYTYCD and Glee. my OCBF who has taught me so much about life and God by just living out what she believes. the gift of music. the fact that I didn't give up on playing the piano, e

17 will still get you 20.

Today on the way ...
Today on the way home from a godawful field trip I was riding shotgun with a woman who has begun to inspire me more and more. She is 31, fresh from a terrible divorce, and coming back to college to change her circumstances. Her strength and confidence astounds me. We were riding home in a van full of snotty education majors and laughing so hard we would wheeze, then laugh some more because we were both sick and sounded like chain smokers. Everyone in the van looked at us like we were crazy for laughing so hard, I get those looks a lot. I leaned over and mentioned that everyone was looking at us because we were laughing so hard. She quickly replied, "Who cares? I don't laugh for them, I laug

A friend, after r...
A friend, after reading several of my short stories, mentioned that my writing style is similar to Meg Cabot.I haven't decided if I should be flattered or not. This fever is killing me. It rises and breaks twice an evening and I sweat constantly. A body temperature of 102 has been my constant companion at night.I've decided to buy my hunting license. I'm not a huge fan of deer because of their shifty, deceitful eyes, so I figure if I shoot one then the ecosystem of the forest will not be at stake. The End.

It was nights...
It was nights like these that I treasured the most; when the mother in 4A put her children to sleep singing sweet lullabies, while the girl in 3B would carefully put the finishing touches on her lipstick like a composer placing the final notes on his symphony all while the sky above sang its goodnight song with sweet whispers of pink and orange that made lovers cry and poets dream. It was then that I would retreat to the fire escape outside my 18th floor apartment with a mug of coffee or tea and watch as part of the city would awake to the long night ahead while others retired to a peaceful slumber that provided a reverie from the bustle of the previous day.