I want it now!

This is a story written by myself and....Brittany



Once upon a Geary there lived a rare maiden who lived a sugar sweet life. Her name was Brittle Bunk and she had a heart of steel and a head of gold. She lived in a stone castle made of twigs. One day, while she was in the top tower, she grabbed her feather quill and started to scrawl upon a slice of parchment. "To Whom May be Concerned," she wrote,

"I am living in shambles and being suffocated by my deceased parents. Someone please help. I am in the stone tower of twigs."


The end. Can't even finish.

'Tis the season to be jolly and joyous.

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Nothing is getting done. My room reflects many other aspects in my life.

Nothing is getting done.

My room has been a mess for two years now

if you know what I mean.

If I can wait.

I saw three ships come sailing in this morning the sky was a rosy red, not blood-red because that would would mean something's coming, something good, down the street on a beach under a tree tops white with frost on the ice queen's lips that the girl pressed on the horse's velvet nose because she understood the frizzled whip cream on strawberries so red almost blood-red which means something's coming

the college experience

train, subway, improv, roast beef, late night, stuffy nose, groceries, hairspray, panera bread, long walks, shivers, church, clementines, a nap, tacos, elf, ginger bread, a steam, Spanish class, enchiladas, hot chocolate, a christmas story, rain, pancakes, packing, car

YES

10 Days
from our textbooks,
the confining classrooms,
the drooping eyelids and raw air
A Break

ouch

I suffered a heavy blow today when I realized that I am not particularly "good" at anything. Nothing comes naturally to me. Oh. I'm great at baking cookies.

There is a slight pain in my head that comes and goes.