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Saturday, September 8, 2012

Saturday Sweethearts


On Saturday, September 07, 2007, I went to my first ever rock concert! Here are a few more photos from that night:






Sunday, August 19, 2012

Short Story Sunday




Grey. Everything is grey. 

I'm standing outside of a funeral home. 

People walk by me, try to comfort me but they're just blurs in black. Words have no meaning to my drowning ears. 

Black. Everything is black. 

I'm wearing the dress I wore to Grammy's funeral. 

My mother says he's gone somewhere better now. That he's in heaven and happy. She says she's conquered her grief, that I'm a young lady and should do the same.

Red. Everything is red. 

I want to scream. Scream and scream and scream until my lungs collapse and I die too. 

I can still hear the sirens. Why didn't I die, too? Why do I have to keep dragging myself through a semi-normal routine without the most important man in my life?

Grey. Everything is grey. 

I'm wishing so hard for a miracle, like he sits up and didn't die, or like I'm dreaming and I'll wake up soon. I feel dizzy. 

They're burying my father today. 

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Saturday Sweethearts

My best friend posted this picture recently to her Facebook. It was too cute not to post! Have a happy Saturday, and make sure to give your Saturday Sweethearts a big hug today! :)


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Being Busy Can Make You Miss Out On All the Small Things in Life

Wow.

That's really all I can say about this summer. Obviously, from the lack of posts, you as a reader can surmise that I was:

A. Kidnapped by zombies and forced to make them pancakes.

B. In a coma all summer from a skydiving lesson gone wrong.

C. Really busy and exhausted (okay, and a bit too lazy to write.).

Okay, everyone knows the answer is of course C.

I was part of a play this summer; Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night." I played the role of Curio, servant to the Duke Orsino (who is, for all you ignorant readers, one of the play's main characters), and the Priest, who everyone knows is the Priest. Anyway, rehearsals went for like 4 million hours (or 4, whichever you choose) and by the time I got home I was really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really tired.

The play did go well though. I got a bunch of PR opportunities while in it (I wrote an article for Voices about it and made a video advertising it.)

The only really bad part was how much I missed out on doing with my family and friends. I made a lot of new friends, sure, but I wish I could get that time back.

Sigh. Where has all the summer gone?