I was just wondering if anyone else does this.
So my mom bought me a magazine the other day because it had Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson on the front (the costars of Twilight for all you hermits out there). I began reading it from the start, but grew bored and closed it. Today I opened it, starting at the back. I'd read each page starting at the back and going toward the front. When I would look at articles, I'd skip about the page rather than reading methodically left-to-right, top-to-bottom. The same thing happens with lists. I start at the bottom and read to the top. ???
So. I was wondering. Anyone else do this? Or do you read other things strangely? Tell me. =]
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
>=[
Read that article then come back to me.
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/27706917/?GT1=43001
For all of those who were lazy and did not read it, it talked about girls. And their sex lives. It says that girls, on average, are losing their virginity at age 15. I am 15. I thought that rate was going down? Most girls my age are virgins with no plans of changing that status any time soon. Like me. I want to wait until marriage, for heaven's sake! I want the satisfaction of getting to senior year and being all like, "Oh, what? You guys lost it and now regret it? Well guess what! I still have mine!"
I guess it just is appalling to me. At the same time we speak of a woman's strength in today's society, here is this statistic. And it pisses me off because it makes ALL of us look bad! Why ruin an entire banana with one bruise? WHY NOT FREAKING WAIT UNTIL YOU'RE SURE ABOUT EVERYTHING AND YOUR EMOTIONS DO NOT RULE YOU??????????
High-schoolers are retards.
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/27706917/?GT1=43001
For all of those who were lazy and did not read it, it talked about girls. And their sex lives. It says that girls, on average, are losing their virginity at age 15. I am 15. I thought that rate was going down? Most girls my age are virgins with no plans of changing that status any time soon. Like me. I want to wait until marriage, for heaven's sake! I want the satisfaction of getting to senior year and being all like, "Oh, what? You guys lost it and now regret it? Well guess what! I still have mine!"
I guess it just is appalling to me. At the same time we speak of a woman's strength in today's society, here is this statistic. And it pisses me off because it makes ALL of us look bad! Why ruin an entire banana with one bruise? WHY NOT FREAKING WAIT UNTIL YOU'RE SURE ABOUT EVERYTHING AND YOUR EMOTIONS DO NOT RULE YOU??????????
High-schoolers are retards.
Monday, November 17, 2008
What I Know
In my 10th grade experiences, I've found this.
Good friends are not the ones that look cool standing next to you. They are the ones who you trust and who trust you the most.
God can be found in the most desperate of situations.
Love is unexpected, and harsh.
God doesn't ask permission to speak through you. He just does what he feels is best.
I am a Lutheran. =]
Worship can be wonderfully fulfilling. Especially when alone.
Friends do NOT have to share your religion. They're not friends if they ignore you because you love God.
And most of all:
God loves me through all the idiotic things I do.
Good friends are not the ones that look cool standing next to you. They are the ones who you trust and who trust you the most.
God can be found in the most desperate of situations.
Love is unexpected, and harsh.
God doesn't ask permission to speak through you. He just does what he feels is best.
I am a Lutheran. =]
Worship can be wonderfully fulfilling. Especially when alone.
Friends do NOT have to share your religion. They're not friends if they ignore you because you love God.
And most of all:
God loves me through all the idiotic things I do.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
WHAT? A CHALLENGE.
See how sad and lonely the new banner is? There are just three stick people there.
Kay, now, go read the blog below this one. I'll wait.
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Done? Good.
Do you feel inspired to go do something? GOOD. Do it. Then, send me an email at onecoolnerd@gmail.com and tell me what you want to do, or did. For every email I receive on this topic, I will put another stick figure on the banner. Help me feel every inch of that there banner people! You can do it!
10.27.08 EDIT: I would like to stress that this 'do something' campaign is not something FOR YOU. It was meant to be a plan to better the community, like the below post mentioned. Those of you who have already submitted a plan, thank you, and I've added your stick figure, however I realized I was not specific in my explanation of what your goal was meant to be, and I'm sorry for that.
=]
Kay, now, go read the blog below this one. I'll wait.
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Done? Good.
Do you feel inspired to go do something? GOOD. Do it. Then, send me an email at onecoolnerd@gmail.com and tell me what you want to do, or did. For every email I receive on this topic, I will put another stick figure on the banner. Help me feel every inch of that there banner people! You can do it!
10.27.08 EDIT: I would like to stress that this 'do something' campaign is not something FOR YOU. It was meant to be a plan to better the community, like the below post mentioned. Those of you who have already submitted a plan, thank you, and I've added your stick figure, however I realized I was not specific in my explanation of what your goal was meant to be, and I'm sorry for that.
=]
Please.
Lately you've heard how beautifully my life has been going (Homecoming was great--I'll post pictures later), but we have to always remember that there are places in the world where poverty is much more common than middle class. Millions, if not billions, of people all of the planet are struggling to find the basic necessities of human life: food, water, shelter, and love. Children and adults both are entrapped in a society where lack of these things is the norm. It is our duty, in the middle class America, to reach out to those who cannot fend for themselves. We, who are also down in this economic struggle, need to give what little we can to those who have even less. I suppose saying it is our duty is too powerful. Rather, it is our honor, our ability, and our right to help those who need help. God tells us to love everyone. We need to follow this command. Everyone must follow this: white, black, Christian, Atheist, Hutu, Tutsi. It does not matter. We need to set life aside just for two seconds and give a little love. Let me be a dork for a moment quote Gilmore Girls, "I just hope to travel the world, spread some love, and see if it will grow." Well, since I am 15 and not able to travel without sacrificing my ideal of the need of an education, I'm spreading my love from the comfort of my own home. To do this, I've found some amazing charities which are in dire need of love. And if you are like me and like to get a little for your giving, there are many cases in which you can simply buy off their site and everything funnels directly back to the cause. Please. I'm begging you. Help.
Invisible Children. This organization tells the stories of many children in Northern Uganda. These kids are driven from their homes at night by rebel armies who force the kids to work as soldiers. If you refuse to join them, you die. If you want to go home, you die. If you show weakness at all, you die. These are not all teenagers. Some are younger than eight years old. Some are forced to kill their brother or sister or best friend. Some are used to catch other children. Here, you can join the bracelet campaign or simply buy a t-shirt. DVDs are also available to tell the story of the Invisible Children movement. If you want to see a Hollywood version, check out Fall Out Boy's "I'm Like a Lawyer.../Me & You" music video. All money goes directly back to Ugandans.
To Write Love On Her Arms. This organization centers in America and helps people struggling with depression, addiction, masochism, and suicide. Many popular rock and alternative bands including Anberlin, Paramore, Hawthorne Heights, Mayday Parade, Meg and Dia, and Red Jumpsuit Apparatus have gotten involved and work to raise money. They have also traveled to India to help with slavery. All proceeds go to helping people get out of these awful situations, and getting back to life. You can, once again, buy stuff to donate, or just send money to the address listed ont the website.
These are just two cases. Never turn down an opportunity to help someone else. Please, everyone, all three of you who check my website out. Please reach out.
Invisible Children. This organization tells the stories of many children in Northern Uganda. These kids are driven from their homes at night by rebel armies who force the kids to work as soldiers. If you refuse to join them, you die. If you want to go home, you die. If you show weakness at all, you die. These are not all teenagers. Some are younger than eight years old. Some are forced to kill their brother or sister or best friend. Some are used to catch other children. Here, you can join the bracelet campaign or simply buy a t-shirt. DVDs are also available to tell the story of the Invisible Children movement. If you want to see a Hollywood version, check out Fall Out Boy's "I'm Like a Lawyer.../Me & You" music video. All money goes directly back to Ugandans.
To Write Love On Her Arms. This organization centers in America and helps people struggling with depression, addiction, masochism, and suicide. Many popular rock and alternative bands including Anberlin, Paramore, Hawthorne Heights, Mayday Parade, Meg and Dia, and Red Jumpsuit Apparatus have gotten involved and work to raise money. They have also traveled to India to help with slavery. All proceeds go to helping people get out of these awful situations, and getting back to life. You can, once again, buy stuff to donate, or just send money to the address listed ont the website.
These are just two cases. Never turn down an opportunity to help someone else. Please, everyone, all three of you who check my website out. Please reach out.
Friday, October 24, 2008
My Perfect Homecoming
The night before the first big dance
I recall what I have done.
I forgot to grab a picture packet.
I forgot to sign up for a paper that tells our names.
I forgot to get you a bootineer.
(My corsage was purchased for another).
I only have two hours to get ready.
I don't know where we're going to dinner.
I'm not sure how to do my hair,
Or where I placed my necklace.
My make-up might just go all wrong.
Did I lose that wrap I used to have?
Which purse shall I wear?
I'm not a great dancer, but I guess neither is he.
Slow-dancing is always awkward; how bad with it be?
Where did I set that strapless bra?
Is the camera charged?
*breath*
I'm excited. =]
I recall what I have done.
I forgot to grab a picture packet.
I forgot to sign up for a paper that tells our names.
I forgot to get you a bootineer.
(My corsage was purchased for another).
I only have two hours to get ready.
I don't know where we're going to dinner.
I'm not sure how to do my hair,
Or where I placed my necklace.
My make-up might just go all wrong.
Did I lose that wrap I used to have?
Which purse shall I wear?
I'm not a great dancer, but I guess neither is he.
Slow-dancing is always awkward; how bad with it be?
Where did I set that strapless bra?
Is the camera charged?
*breath*
I'm excited. =]
Monday, October 20, 2008
=]]]
He posted the lyrics to my favorite song in his status on instant messenger.
He made me laugh with a comment on my MySpace picture.
He's smart.
Funny.
Good music taste.
Sweet.
Caring.
(But not so much it's gross.)
And....I like him too. =]
I is happy.
He made me laugh with a comment on my MySpace picture.
He's smart.
Funny.
Good music taste.
Sweet.
Caring.
(But not so much it's gross.)
And....I like him too. =]
I is happy.
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Chronicles Of a Brace Face
Yep. I got braces. Fun, right? Lucky it doesn't affect my fingers. I had a lisp before but NOW? God, it's atrocious. Disgustingly so.
Jade Puget mentioned "Twilight" in his blog. That was amazing to me. Don't know why.
I feel everything shifting in my world, you know? Suddenly I feel very teenage. I mean, I am teenage. But I'm not like the average boy obsessed girl. But I like this guy, you see, and now everything's kind of changing. It's like, suddenly I just want him to talk to me. Look at me during class. IM me when he's on. Contradict me when I say that I'm ugly or fat or stupid or a bad writer (okay, so he did the last one! =DDD the rest I've never said). There's a football game tonight, and my friend invited me to go to meet this guy who she thinks I'd be perfect with. I talked to him over texts today and I was just like, "Yeah, no." He's a nice guy and all. Too nice, I think. It's like I have MY guy perfectly mapped out in my head.
Actually...you remember that list I did a few months ago about my perfect guy? I'm going to go back and comment on those. Comparing them to my crush. =]
June 11, 2008
Oh my gosh what's wrong with me. I spent an entire blog talking about a BOY. D=
Jade Puget mentioned "Twilight" in his blog. That was amazing to me. Don't know why.
I feel everything shifting in my world, you know? Suddenly I feel very teenage. I mean, I am teenage. But I'm not like the average boy obsessed girl. But I like this guy, you see, and now everything's kind of changing. It's like, suddenly I just want him to talk to me. Look at me during class. IM me when he's on. Contradict me when I say that I'm ugly or fat or stupid or a bad writer (okay, so he did the last one! =DDD the rest I've never said). There's a football game tonight, and my friend invited me to go to meet this guy who she thinks I'd be perfect with. I talked to him over texts today and I was just like, "Yeah, no." He's a nice guy and all. Too nice, I think. It's like I have MY guy perfectly mapped out in my head.
Actually...you remember that list I did a few months ago about my perfect guy? I'm going to go back and comment on those. Comparing them to my crush. =]
June 11, 2008
My guy has to read Twilight. I demand it of him. (CHECK!)
And he has to love music. Not hip-hop though. He can’t be a G. He should like my kind of music. But I’m open to suggestions. So if he wants to introduce me to other music, that’s cool. Or if we have a band that he loves but I detest, I think it’d be cute to fight over… (CHECK!)
He has to know me as well as he knows himself. And vice versa. (He knows a lot about me...)
He has to not only understand but be fluent in sarcasm. (Check!)
And a massive sense of humor is necessary. (CHECK!)
He should be a little strange. You know, so we match. But not like freakishly so. (Check!)
He should read. I mean, like, outside of Twilight. (Check!)
No drugs. No alcohol. No cutting. (CHECK!!!!!)
Being able to sing is a major plus! (Not enough data to properly assess)
Intelligence. If I can’t have conversations without him saying, “HUH?” every five seconds, then BUH-BYE. (CHECK!)
He should take me to concerts. That’d be sweet! (He would, if were were dating. And if I were allowed to go on dates. And if one of us had a car and could legally take the other around in it...)
In every dream I have about my Prince Charming, he’s always hot. So, you know, if my man could be even SLIGHTLY attractive, that’d be great. (I will quote Ella Fitzgerald: He may not be the man some girls think of as handsome...)
And a sense of style is awesome. Emo, skater, hick, prep, I don’t care. Whatever you wear, wear it well. (Not too bad. But he's not wearing socks with his sandals, so we're good)
We should ALWAYS be on the same page. (Not yet. =[)
He must respect my fears. That means no bridges, Chihuahuas, goats, or horror movies. (He knows them. But he hasn't been given the chance to prove himself here yet)
If he squeezes my sides, he must DIE. (Not yet! =])
This is a new one on my list, but he should believe in God. This ties into the one that’s two above this one. (Not yet, but I think he COULD)
I want him to do my sports with me. And attempt to teach me his. (He's not a sporty guy, and I don't really think this one applies anymore.)
Oh. He can’t hate AFI. That just doesn’t fly with me. (They're okay in his terms. But he has not listened to "Sing the Sorrow" yet)
And if I want to do dumb childish things, like watch a Disney movie, go to a carnival, or go out for ice cream, he should be 158% on board. (He'd be the first to suggest it!)
Oh my gosh what's wrong with me. I spent an entire blog talking about a BOY. D=
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Whoa.
*DISCLAIMER: AS I HAVE NOT YET WRITTEN THE FOLLOWING, IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE HEAVILY CHRISTIAN. IF YOU DON'T WANT SOME MAJOR IDEAS (MAYBE) THEN DON'T READ. AS ALWAYS, I APPRECIATE YOUR OPINIONS.*
Usually when I go to Youth Group, I sit for an hour and a half bored. Some ideas may be infused, some things may stick, but most are forgotten about by about 6:30 Sunday night, when the infamous question, "What's for dinner?" poses itself.
No. Not tonight.
Tonight, I got home, and was quiet the whole way home. You don't physically know me, most of you, so you wouldn't understand. But it's unusual for me to be quiet. I'm loud and crazy and stuff like that. But no. Silence. My mom asked about it and I'm just like, "Am I not allowed to be quiet? Must I be loud and boisterous all the time?" which, yes, sounds crazy mean when typed, but in a soft distant tone it didn't sound so mean. So, I get home and I call my friend. This has nothing to do with Christianity but I'm retelling a truth, so everything must be included. She didn't answer her phone, I left her a voicemail. Moving on. I get on my computer. And I add a playlist to iTunes. I call it "Inspirational". As I looked through iTunes, I didn't feel like listening to Davey relaying how crappy he feels. I didn't feel like listening to Demi preach about her love life in all its falls and rises. I didn't want to hear Kanye talk about his sex life. I wanted to hear Lacey talk about her rise to God. I wanted to listen to an unsigned band that no one knows explain how great his life was. I craved God at that moment. In the truest form I know, I wanted, needed to hear God's tellings. Music is how I live my life. So that's what I did. And then I got online, checked my email, and then began to blog to you this.
My youth pastor, Kim, gave me ideas today that made total sense. She explained to us dozens of ideas that I'd never before comprehended. Sex, God, hell, heaven, it all began to make sense. I left with, well, still questions. But I left with a sense that I'd not wasted an hour and a half of my life. I loooooved youth group today. It was amazing.
No. Not tonight.
Tonight, I got home, and was quiet the whole way home. You don't physically know me, most of you, so you wouldn't understand. But it's unusual for me to be quiet. I'm loud and crazy and stuff like that. But no. Silence. My mom asked about it and I'm just like, "Am I not allowed to be quiet? Must I be loud and boisterous all the time?" which, yes, sounds crazy mean when typed, but in a soft distant tone it didn't sound so mean. So, I get home and I call my friend. This has nothing to do with Christianity but I'm retelling a truth, so everything must be included. She didn't answer her phone, I left her a voicemail. Moving on. I get on my computer. And I add a playlist to iTunes. I call it "Inspirational". As I looked through iTunes, I didn't feel like listening to Davey relaying how crappy he feels. I didn't feel like listening to Demi preach about her love life in all its falls and rises. I didn't want to hear Kanye talk about his sex life. I wanted to hear Lacey talk about her rise to God. I wanted to listen to an unsigned band that no one knows explain how great his life was. I craved God at that moment. In the truest form I know, I wanted, needed to hear God's tellings. Music is how I live my life. So that's what I did. And then I got online, checked my email, and then began to blog to you this.
My youth pastor, Kim, gave me ideas today that made total sense. She explained to us dozens of ideas that I'd never before comprehended. Sex, God, hell, heaven, it all began to make sense. I left with, well, still questions. But I left with a sense that I'd not wasted an hour and a half of my life. I loooooved youth group today. It was amazing.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Mhm.
Hahahaha Nathan came back! I don't know why I find this so strange. Just the fact that anyone would want to read what a measly 15-year-old dork writes about is tremendously hilarious. Seriously.
Hahaha. Okay. Moving on.
To anyone who reads my FanFiction stories, you have permission to yell at me. I always forget, because I work on my Mac downstairs, and the computer that FanFiction likes is upstairs.
But, I'm late for play practice. So I'll blog later.
Hahaha. Okay. Moving on.
To anyone who reads my FanFiction stories, you have permission to yell at me. I always forget, because I work on my Mac downstairs, and the computer that FanFiction likes is upstairs.
But, I'm late for play practice. So I'll blog later.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Counting.
Okay, so I already posted. But I sounded totally emo in that other post, so I'm posting again. It's my blog, dammit, and I can blog twice in one day if I want. I just wanted to give some updates on my life. Happy ones.
1. Shout-out to Taryn, who said that I needed to remember to shout-out at her! Taryn, you are an amazing person. I'd be lost in the world (and algebra!) without you.
2. Shout-out to Nathan, who somehow stumbled upon my lovely blog (And if he checks here again, would you like to explain how? Because that's sort of befuddling me...) and posted on the "9/11 Special" post. It was great to hear an older person's perspective, and especially to be able to compare and contrast it with my own account.
3. I've joined a play called "A Tale of Cinderella", where I am in the chorus. BUT. I get to dance with this really cute guy. So it all works out. =]
4. Cross country's going fine. I hate it. But it's muy bien.
5. Spanish is also going quite well!
6. My favorite class this year is Global Studies and Civics, because it is the one I can most use in my life. I think it's the most important class I'm taking this year.
7. Homecoming's coming up! It's on October 25th. No date yet. (pouts in corner)
8. I'm going to Alaska next summer to visit my aunt! I'm very excited, since out of the many states I've been to, this will be my first non-continental state.
9. I'm currently reading "Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl." It's good but dull at the same time, you know?
10. It's 10:44 PM and I am going to go to bed. Goodnight!
1. Shout-out to Taryn, who said that I needed to remember to shout-out at her! Taryn, you are an amazing person. I'd be lost in the world (and algebra!) without you.
2. Shout-out to Nathan, who somehow stumbled upon my lovely blog (And if he checks here again, would you like to explain how? Because that's sort of befuddling me...) and posted on the "9/11 Special" post. It was great to hear an older person's perspective, and especially to be able to compare and contrast it with my own account.
3. I've joined a play called "A Tale of Cinderella", where I am in the chorus. BUT. I get to dance with this really cute guy. So it all works out. =]
4. Cross country's going fine. I hate it. But it's muy bien.
5. Spanish is also going quite well!
6. My favorite class this year is Global Studies and Civics, because it is the one I can most use in my life. I think it's the most important class I'm taking this year.
7. Homecoming's coming up! It's on October 25th. No date yet. (pouts in corner)
8. I'm going to Alaska next summer to visit my aunt! I'm very excited, since out of the many states I've been to, this will be my first non-continental state.
9. I'm currently reading "Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl." It's good but dull at the same time, you know?
10. It's 10:44 PM and I am going to go to bed. Goodnight!
Monday, September 15, 2008
"Untitled" Poem
I go to school, but it's not the same.
I go through the motions, it's more like a game.
I get back home and feel alone.
I almost wish no one was even home.
I cry myself to sleep for no good reason.
I try to remember a better season.
I'm mechanically driven, so impassive.
This weight rests, oh so massive.
When will this leave me? What will console me?
What will erase all these empty memories?
Grey; a state of mind, devoid of feeling.
Pallid; a state of being, endlessly reeling.
Steal it and die.
I go through the motions, it's more like a game.
I get back home and feel alone.
I almost wish no one was even home.
I cry myself to sleep for no good reason.
I try to remember a better season.
I'm mechanically driven, so impassive.
This weight rests, oh so massive.
When will this leave me? What will console me?
What will erase all these empty memories?
Grey; a state of mind, devoid of feeling.
Pallid; a state of being, endlessly reeling.
Steal it and die.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
9/11 Special
School's been going awesome. Everything is really going right sophomore year. My head is in the right spot, and I know more or less who I am. I'm really glad to be here. We got a new drama teach: his name is Mr. Morehead. He's pretty good. I just wish the class was as fun as it was last year to work with. I've also received a part in a local play: A Tale of Cinderella. I got in the chorus!
But what I'm really here to talk about is 9/11. I was 9 years old, in the third grade. I, surprisingly, remember several large points of that fateful day with perfect clarity, while the rest of the day falls unknown. I remember walking into the kitchen, and the TV was on. Now, we weren't allowed to watch TV during breakfast, cuz my brother and I would zone out and not eat. So it was strange. I do believe my mother was standing, watching the TV. I think she wore her bathrobe. She hadn't even changed.
Everything else is a fuzz. My mother explained it to me, and I, like many other kids in my grade, thought it was an accident to begin with. My mom changed that idea quickly. I got to school knowing that it was awful, what happened. All I can recall specifically from school is that this kid, Brad, said that it was, and I quote, "SO AWESOME!" That's how unreal it felt. That we could say it was awesome, like it was a movie or something.
As a side note, this Brad does not remember this moment. So clearly it meant more to me than him.
So, here's my point, let me know what you remember of this day. Did you go to school? Did your mom force you to stay home? Were you scared? Did you think it was an accident? Or, if you don't live in the United States, please let me know whether you heard at all, and what you thought.
I look forward to hearing all of your stories...
But what I'm really here to talk about is 9/11. I was 9 years old, in the third grade. I, surprisingly, remember several large points of that fateful day with perfect clarity, while the rest of the day falls unknown. I remember walking into the kitchen, and the TV was on. Now, we weren't allowed to watch TV during breakfast, cuz my brother and I would zone out and not eat. So it was strange. I do believe my mother was standing, watching the TV. I think she wore her bathrobe. She hadn't even changed.
Everything else is a fuzz. My mother explained it to me, and I, like many other kids in my grade, thought it was an accident to begin with. My mom changed that idea quickly. I got to school knowing that it was awful, what happened. All I can recall specifically from school is that this kid, Brad, said that it was, and I quote, "SO AWESOME!" That's how unreal it felt. That we could say it was awesome, like it was a movie or something.
As a side note, this Brad does not remember this moment. So clearly it meant more to me than him.
So, here's my point, let me know what you remember of this day. Did you go to school? Did your mom force you to stay home? Were you scared? Did you think it was an accident? Or, if you don't live in the United States, please let me know whether you heard at all, and what you thought.
I look forward to hearing all of your stories...
Friday, September 5, 2008
Ah Bay Say
I haven't checked in in a while! Basically I started school, so I've been way busy. But it is now FRIDAY so I'm excitered. =] I went to the first football game today. It was dull, but I had fun with my friends. The score was 40-20 (we kicked their asses =]). So now I'm sitting at home doing nothing. I should be cleaning my room...
In other news, I auditioned for a play and got a spot in the chorus. Better than nothing, right???
Alrighty...so if you read this, you should comment. I want to know how many consistent readers I have. =]
In other news, I auditioned for a play and got a spot in the chorus. Better than nothing, right???
Alrighty...so if you read this, you should comment. I want to know how many consistent readers I have. =]
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