Exhibit A)
Exhibit B)
Exhibit C)
She is the best. I laugh. She is funny. She is a good actress. She is normal. She is great.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Jennifer Lawrence
If you do not love her...you are not right. She is hilarious.
Exhibit A)
Exhibit B)
Exhibit C)
She is the best. I laugh. She is funny. She is a good actress. She is normal. She is great.
Exhibit A)
Exhibit B)
Exhibit C)
She is the best. I laugh. She is funny. She is a good actress. She is normal. She is great.
The Women in Our Lives
- I absolutely love Gordon B. Hinckley
- I am a boob - this made me cry
- Why is there such a thing as feminism? Why don't you just listen to the words of this man?
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
What is the world coming to?
This is not for the faint of...stomach. In fact its disgusting. But fascinating.
stomach-pumping-device-makes-food-disappear
Seriously?
What happened to eating less and moving more? Does that not exist anymore? Begin by not drinking soda. Then cut out things like chips (doritoes, fritos, cheetos...if it ends in "os" dont eat it). Cut down your sugar intake, your sodium intake, you calorie intake.
Walk to work or school if that is an option. Park further away if it's not. Use the stairs. Not the elevator. I feel like that old Geico slogan "So easy a caveman could do it" right now.
I don't want to offend or patronize or demean anyone who has tried many things to lose and maintain weight loss. But physiologically, if you eat less and move more, you will lose weight and keep that weight off.
There are less drastic and disgusting options...like living a healthy lifestyle...?
What has society created?
stomach-pumping-device-makes-food-disappear
Seriously?
What happened to eating less and moving more? Does that not exist anymore? Begin by not drinking soda. Then cut out things like chips (doritoes, fritos, cheetos...if it ends in "os" dont eat it). Cut down your sugar intake, your sodium intake, you calorie intake.
Walk to work or school if that is an option. Park further away if it's not. Use the stairs. Not the elevator. I feel like that old Geico slogan "So easy a caveman could do it" right now.
I don't want to offend or patronize or demean anyone who has tried many things to lose and maintain weight loss. But physiologically, if you eat less and move more, you will lose weight and keep that weight off.
There are less drastic and disgusting options...like living a healthy lifestyle...?
What has society created?
Monday, February 25, 2013
Brown and Gold
Unfortunately, I do not have any pictures from this B&G ball but IT WAS A BLAST. I seriously had a ton of fun.
The food was so good. We had salad...good stuff, good stuff. Then there was the chicken stuffed with awesomeness (broccoli, bacon, and other stuffs), with potatoes topped with awesomeness (not the same awesomeness - this awesomeness was sweet potato). Then we had this freaking delicious red velvet cheesecake that I could not finish because it was so good and I was so full. Man, it was a good dinner.
Then the speaker was Rulon Stacey. He's kind of a big deal. He told us that it is OK to be average. It is ok not to get a 4.0 or to be president of your clubs or be an all-star athlete. He told us that being super intelligent or super attractive won't help you in life nearly as much as being the 15%. The 15% are those who are cheerful workers. They don't gossip or complain about co-workers, bosses, or the company. They arrive on time, they are dependable, they are honest in all their dealings, they get the work done on time and well. He told us that it is not the 4.0 or the good looks or the really good test scores that will have people banging on your door offering you work...it is the qualities that the 15% have.
My date was great. His name is Tyler and he works nights. He is funny and a perfect gentlemen and we had an awesome time with Pace and Ashley. He opened doors and pushed chairs in and helped with my coat. His mama taught him well :) He also just got a new (old) car which he had never killed (its a manual) until I was in the car, and he blamed it on me...Sorry Heidi! He was a fantastic date. (He helped me cheat in Scum so that I would become VP, too!)
As a bonus, he's tall (or Kylee is short?) so I got to wear my super sweet shoes:
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To go with my (sister's) super sweet dress:
I'd say I was looking pretty fly for 26 hours notice. :)
After Rulon Stacey finished speaking the dancing began and Pace, Ashley, Tyler and I left. :) We went back to the bassinet (is it OK to refer to it as the bassinet still since there were some residential changes this past year?) and the four of us played games with Cassie and Stephen. We played some poker, Farkle, and Scum.
Overall, it was a fantastic night.
Laradise has its perks!
The food was so good. We had salad...good stuff, good stuff. Then there was the chicken stuffed with awesomeness (broccoli, bacon, and other stuffs), with potatoes topped with awesomeness (not the same awesomeness - this awesomeness was sweet potato). Then we had this freaking delicious red velvet cheesecake that I could not finish because it was so good and I was so full. Man, it was a good dinner.
Then the speaker was Rulon Stacey. He's kind of a big deal. He told us that it is OK to be average. It is ok not to get a 4.0 or to be president of your clubs or be an all-star athlete. He told us that being super intelligent or super attractive won't help you in life nearly as much as being the 15%. The 15% are those who are cheerful workers. They don't gossip or complain about co-workers, bosses, or the company. They arrive on time, they are dependable, they are honest in all their dealings, they get the work done on time and well. He told us that it is not the 4.0 or the good looks or the really good test scores that will have people banging on your door offering you work...it is the qualities that the 15% have.
My date was great. His name is Tyler and he works nights. He is funny and a perfect gentlemen and we had an awesome time with Pace and Ashley. He opened doors and pushed chairs in and helped with my coat. His mama taught him well :) He also just got a new (old) car which he had never killed (its a manual) until I was in the car, and he blamed it on me...Sorry Heidi! He was a fantastic date. (He helped me cheat in Scum so that I would become VP, too!)
As a bonus, he's tall (or Kylee is short?) so I got to wear my super sweet shoes:
To go with my (sister's) super sweet dress:
I'd say I was looking pretty fly for 26 hours notice. :)
After Rulon Stacey finished speaking the dancing began and Pace, Ashley, Tyler and I left. :) We went back to the bassinet (is it OK to refer to it as the bassinet still since there were some residential changes this past year?) and the four of us played games with Cassie and Stephen. We played some poker, Farkle, and Scum.
Overall, it was a fantastic night.
Laradise has its perks!
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
It's Become Somewhat of a Tradition
So, I did not have a blog last year at this time, but if I had, I would have written about this.
There I was, in my dorm on a Wednesday at the end of February when my friend Janae texted me and asked if I wanted to eat dinner at her brothers house the next evening, Thursday. I said yes cause I had basically been in my room for three weeks straight with no human contact.
The next day Janae and her brother (Allen) picked me up outside the dorms and we went to Walmart to get some stuff for quesadillas. Then we went to his apartment where his roommate (Pace) was awaiting us (dinner). We had a lovely dinner and had all the basic conversation since I had no idea who these two boys were. It was just the usual “where’d you grow up?”, “how many siblings?”, “ what’s your major?” talk. Then towards the end of dinner Allen says, “Kylee, I have an important question to ask you.” I was super confused cause who asks an important question to someone an hour after they meet? But he asked if I had been asked to the Brown and Gold Ball. The Brown and Gold ball is an LDS sponsored activity for the whole university at a hotel here in Laramie. I had not been asked cause I didn't really get out much…heheh. I asked when it was, he said this Saturday (as in two days), I asked what time. He said doors open at 6:00, dinner at 6:30, speakers at 7:15, then dancing at 8:00. Honestly I didn’t see away out so I said yes.
Anyway, that is how I ended up going to the Brown and Gold Ball last year
Fast forward a year later. So Brown and Gold is today. Up until yesterday afternoon I was not planning on going. BUT...I get a text yesterday from Pace (yes, the same Pace from last year) saying he has some extra tickets and a cousin if I wasn't doing anything. So...I said yes. Once again, I have no idea who this guy is (I do know Pace this year though, and his wife Ashley (not the other girl in the picture)) but I am going to a formal dance with him. I decided to make going with strangers to the B&G somewhat of a tradition.
There I was, in my dorm on a Wednesday at the end of February when my friend Janae texted me and asked if I wanted to eat dinner at her brothers house the next evening, Thursday. I said yes cause I had basically been in my room for three weeks straight with no human contact.
The next day Janae and her brother (Allen) picked me up outside the dorms and we went to Walmart to get some stuff for quesadillas. Then we went to his apartment where his roommate (Pace) was awaiting us (dinner). We had a lovely dinner and had all the basic conversation since I had no idea who these two boys were. It was just the usual “where’d you grow up?”, “how many siblings?”, “ what’s your major?” talk. Then towards the end of dinner Allen says, “Kylee, I have an important question to ask you.” I was super confused cause who asks an important question to someone an hour after they meet? But he asked if I had been asked to the Brown and Gold Ball. The Brown and Gold ball is an LDS sponsored activity for the whole university at a hotel here in Laramie. I had not been asked cause I didn't really get out much…heheh. I asked when it was, he said this Saturday (as in two days), I asked what time. He said doors open at 6:00, dinner at 6:30, speakers at 7:15, then dancing at 8:00. Honestly I didn’t see away out so I said yes.
Anyway, that is how I ended up going to the Brown and Gold Ball last year
Fast forward a year later. So Brown and Gold is today. Up until yesterday afternoon I was not planning on going. BUT...I get a text yesterday from Pace (yes, the same Pace from last year) saying he has some extra tickets and a cousin if I wasn't doing anything. So...I said yes. Once again, I have no idea who this guy is (I do know Pace this year though, and his wife Ashley (not the other girl in the picture)) but I am going to a formal dance with him. I decided to make going with strangers to the B&G somewhat of a tradition.
Also, if you are wondering about the dress situation - last year I went on friday after classes with my friend Cassie, to Maurice's and got that dress in the picture for the B&G. This year, I wised up. I figured after last year anything could happen so when I went home last weekend, I brought one of my sisters winter formal dresses back with me JUST IN CASE. HAHA I am so smart. This year I didn't even get 48 hours notice...it was more like 26 hours notice. So good thing I learned the lesson that a lady should always have an outfit on hand that she can wear to a formal event.
This is what living in the moment is like! I am very excited for this dance tonight. Last year it turned out better than I could have ever imagined. :)
Friday, February 22, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Random Covers
I do enjoy a good cover.
Enjoy these!
Walk off the Earth - Trouble by T.Swift
Christina Grimmie - I Dreamed a Dream from Les Mis
Christina Grimmie - Some Nights by FUN
Christina Grimmie - Titanium by David Guetta
Can you tell I like Christina Grimmie?
Michael Henry & Justin Robinett - I Dreamed a Dream from Les Mis
Michael Henry and Justin Robinett - Trashin' the Camp from Tarzan by Phil Collins
Enjoy these!
Christina Grimmie - Titanium by David Guetta
Can you tell I like Christina Grimmie?
Friday, February 8, 2013
Spy Training 101
Saw this on Pinterest.
So of course I just whipped the three or four things of yarn that have been in the secret compartment in the back of my car and Shaila, Cassie and I tested it out.
WARNING: IT IS MUCH MORE FUN THAN IT LOOKS. ALSO MUCH MORE DIFFICULT THAN IT LOOKS.
Our attempts:
We were going more for the Anne Hathaway style, but I think we were probably closer to Steve Carell:
It was a BLAST nonetheless. Even for a bunch of twenty some year old's in an apartment on a Saturday night.
So of course I just whipped the three or four things of yarn that have been in the secret compartment in the back of my car and Shaila, Cassie and I tested it out.
WARNING: IT IS MUCH MORE FUN THAN IT LOOKS. ALSO MUCH MORE DIFFICULT THAN IT LOOKS.
Our Training Area:
Our attempts:
We were going more for the Anne Hathaway style, but I think we were probably closer to Steve Carell:
It was a BLAST nonetheless. Even for a bunch of twenty some year old's in an apartment on a Saturday night.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Scars: Part 1
Through my life I have found that scars hold infinite words. Many of these marks stay permanently with their host until after death. They remind of times past. They cannot be escaped. They are you.
Scars are reminders of the stories of your life. They are little relics that mark the day. Tiny little pieces that map out where you've been in life.
Each scar has a different story to tell. Some tell of bad times. Scary times. Times that would better be forgotten. Some scars you wish would leave.
Some scars are what is left from a good day. A day spent living in the moment. Some scars you wouldn't trade for flawless skin because it makes you smile when you are reminded of that incredible, probably reckless, day.
I have both.
The stories behind scars are infinite. There are infinite ways to mar the skin. There are infinite memories that go with a single individuals flaws.
Some are scars of repair and progress. Some are scars of destruction. I have both.
Scars can go unnoticed until later. Some you will remember the exact time and place of the injury. I have both.
My forehead: I have a few scars on my forehead.
The small pink, smooth piece of my head came from an accident on the trampoline. I was young, 8 or 9. I was jumping on the tramp with my neighbor, Geoff. In the course of jumping around, he landed, open mouthed, on me. His front tooth split my forehead and I had to get stitches. 5 of them. My parents were out of town and we had a babysitter who rushed me to the ER.
The next one on my forehead began as a fairly perfect circle. It has since reshaped into a small oblong dent. That one is from an incident involving a hot glue gun....
My chest: My chest used to be heavily scarred from a third degree burn I got in Spain. It bubbled and blistered at the time. Randomly bursting and dampening my shirts with pus. Then the peeling began. Skin fell off like paper. It has since faded and been replaced by new, unblemished skin.
My arms: My left elbow is scarred from road rash. This one is textured from the damage of the asphalt. Part of it is bumpy and greyish pink while the other part is smooth pale pink. Liza and I were riding the Vespa around the neighborhood. We went to turn around the baseball diamond in the church parking lot when we hit gravel and went down. We rode home bloody and a little stunned. I have a scar on my left hip from the same wreck.
My hands: I have a lot on my hands.
I have a white scar shaped like an "r" on the middle finger of my right hand from a lacrosse game. I decided to guard the goalie as she left her crease to clear the ball down the field. For those of you who don't know, the goalie is off limits when she is in her little circle in the goal, but once she leaves, she is fair game to check at. She came out, I went after her. She threw the ball down field as I was moving to check her stick. That finger got caught in between the two metal sticks and ripped the skin. It was just a gross hanging flap of skin until it healed into the "r" that it now is.
I have another three scars on the ring finger of my left hand. These are from a broken finger resulting in surgical pins being put in. I love and hate this scar. I hate it because it ended my high school basketball career during the one season in a long time we actually had a chance to go somewhere. I hate it because my finger is no longer straight from the break. This finger....arguably the most important finger if you ever plan on marrying is bigger and crookeder than the rest. I love this scar because during my time out I learned to be the "flag bearer" for my team. And three little pinkish white dots looks pretty rad.
The next one was on the back of my right hand. It is barely visible now. Lindsay has the exact same scar on her hand, just at a different angle. I was making banana bread and when I went to take the break out of the oven my hand grazed the scalding rack. Lindsay's scar is from the same oven rack at a different time. She scars worse than I do so hers is still very visible. When mine was still there, angry and dark pink we could line our hands up so that they matched perfectly.
Each one is unique, special. Like me.
Scars are reminders of the stories of your life. They are little relics that mark the day. Tiny little pieces that map out where you've been in life.
Each scar has a different story to tell. Some tell of bad times. Scary times. Times that would better be forgotten. Some scars you wish would leave.
Some scars are what is left from a good day. A day spent living in the moment. Some scars you wouldn't trade for flawless skin because it makes you smile when you are reminded of that incredible, probably reckless, day.
I have both.
The stories behind scars are infinite. There are infinite ways to mar the skin. There are infinite memories that go with a single individuals flaws.
Some are scars of repair and progress. Some are scars of destruction. I have both.
Scars can go unnoticed until later. Some you will remember the exact time and place of the injury. I have both.
My forehead: I have a few scars on my forehead.
The small pink, smooth piece of my head came from an accident on the trampoline. I was young, 8 or 9. I was jumping on the tramp with my neighbor, Geoff. In the course of jumping around, he landed, open mouthed, on me. His front tooth split my forehead and I had to get stitches. 5 of them. My parents were out of town and we had a babysitter who rushed me to the ER.
The next one on my forehead began as a fairly perfect circle. It has since reshaped into a small oblong dent. That one is from an incident involving a hot glue gun....
My chest: My chest used to be heavily scarred from a third degree burn I got in Spain. It bubbled and blistered at the time. Randomly bursting and dampening my shirts with pus. Then the peeling began. Skin fell off like paper. It has since faded and been replaced by new, unblemished skin.
My arms: My left elbow is scarred from road rash. This one is textured from the damage of the asphalt. Part of it is bumpy and greyish pink while the other part is smooth pale pink. Liza and I were riding the Vespa around the neighborhood. We went to turn around the baseball diamond in the church parking lot when we hit gravel and went down. We rode home bloody and a little stunned. I have a scar on my left hip from the same wreck.
My hands: I have a lot on my hands.
I have a white scar shaped like an "r" on the middle finger of my right hand from a lacrosse game. I decided to guard the goalie as she left her crease to clear the ball down the field. For those of you who don't know, the goalie is off limits when she is in her little circle in the goal, but once she leaves, she is fair game to check at. She came out, I went after her. She threw the ball down field as I was moving to check her stick. That finger got caught in between the two metal sticks and ripped the skin. It was just a gross hanging flap of skin until it healed into the "r" that it now is.
I have another three scars on the ring finger of my left hand. These are from a broken finger resulting in surgical pins being put in. I love and hate this scar. I hate it because it ended my high school basketball career during the one season in a long time we actually had a chance to go somewhere. I hate it because my finger is no longer straight from the break. This finger....arguably the most important finger if you ever plan on marrying is bigger and crookeder than the rest. I love this scar because during my time out I learned to be the "flag bearer" for my team. And three little pinkish white dots looks pretty rad.
The next one was on the back of my right hand. It is barely visible now. Lindsay has the exact same scar on her hand, just at a different angle. I was making banana bread and when I went to take the break out of the oven my hand grazed the scalding rack. Lindsay's scar is from the same oven rack at a different time. She scars worse than I do so hers is still very visible. When mine was still there, angry and dark pink we could line our hands up so that they matched perfectly.
Each one is unique, special. Like me.
Monday, February 4, 2013
It, That: Part One
Thin Invisible Light surrounds me. It surrounds everyone if
you look hard enough. Some people have forgotten to remember and their thin
invisible light can barely be seen. They do things that dull the light. They
don’t remember. Some people have fed that light until it almost blinds you to
look at. They are the ones that remember to remember. They are the ones that
are close to It, truth.
It surrounds everything actually. All living things at least…maybe all things. Trees, dogs, bats, and sunflowers. They all have the thin invisible light. It comes with life, I think. Their light is more constant, though. It doesn’t ebb and flow like with humans. It remains perfect through their whole existence. They have all of It written in the blueprint. They cannot forget It.
Babies always have bright frames. That is because they haven’t forgotten to remember yet. They just came from It, truth. If babies could talk they’d probably be able to tell us what It smells like. What It tastes like. What It sounds like. What It feels like. Maybe even what It really is. That’s why they tell you to be like a little child. Then as they learn to crawl and walk and talk and say the alphabet and read and write and dress themselves and play sports and drive and sign their own papers and That fills them up, they forget. It’s like the space that was filled with It gets filled with new things that push It out of their consciousness. But not all of them forget about It.
I haven’t forgotten to remember. But I also haven’t remembered all of what I forgot. That is the problem.
My light is there. It surrounds me. It hugs my body and moves in perfect harmony with me. I think it probably shows in my eyes the most. Well, that’s what I have been told anyway. They say the eyes are the windows to your soul. And your soul is where It is kept. The thin invisible light is the outward manifestation of It in your soul.
It sometimes is really bright. It is bright right now. I think that two years ago it wasn’t as bright. It was there…but I think you had to look harder for it. But now, right now, I can feel it. It is there and some people who have really good perception might have to squint when I am near. It feels alive and it wants to grow. It wants me to find It. Keep finding It, rather. It pulses with the beats of my heart. I hope my light keeps growing.
It, truth, can be found everywhere and that is what makes the thin invisible light flourish. That is why we are here. To find It. To make It a part of us: the light. People with brighter invisible lights are happier than those who forget to remember. There is a connection between It and joy. Probably success too.
Things here block It. I don’t know if they do it on purpose. In order to do it on purpose they would have to know that It is there. I don’t know why they wouldn’t want It if they knew what It was and that It was there. But lots of things keep you from getting It. That is why a lot of people’s light is hard to perceive. That keeps them busy.
There is a lot of That. That is what blocks It. That takes your attention away from remembering and instead tries to fill up the space of your mind and soul with other things that are not It. That is also everywhere. That is in the everywhere that It is not. Maybe It and That are equally infinite, filling in the spaces of each other if that is even possible. Maybe not. Maybe people just focus more on That than It. I think that probably the one we focus more on is more powerful.
I know people who have always had a bright light. Or people who I thought had a bright light only to find that it wasn’t as strong as it looked. Some people have never had very much light because they forgot, or because someone didn’t remind them. Some people forget and then they remember and find It. Some people have It and their light is wonderful but they get busy and upset and forget about It so their light goes away. It always makes me sad when their light gets smaller and weaker.
You can’t really lose all of your luminous frame. There is the smallest fraction, like 1 over infinity, which will always stay with you. Because it comes from somewhere else. Even if you don’t remember at all your whole life, there will be that teeny, tiny part that stays there. You can ignore or forget or remember nothing or do the opposite of It and only fill yourself with That, but that part will be there. That’s probably to protect us against our own forgetfulness. That way, it is never too late to find It and change your light from weakly flickering to blindingly strong.
You can’t really max out your light either. Because It is infinite and everywhere. You can never be full to the brim of It. It is in books. It is in music. It is in other people. It is in the forests. It is in the mountains and the oceans. It is in the temples and the homes. But so is That.
Some people get confused about It and That. They get confused and think that It is That or That is It. When they think they have found It and they are feeding their light, they really just have a lot of That and it takes over their soul space, dimming their light.
Having It makes you better. It makes you love more, understand more, care more, have more patience, speak truer words, and smooths the edges of your being.
Its like we are all stone waiting to become a sculpted masterpiece. Every bit of It that we get works the edges of the stone until you can see what the sculpture might become. The more and more that you get the more perfected you become. Truth perfects you. Truth makes you more like that which you should be like.
It is a whispering of things that were before. It dictates the universe. It exists whether or not people search for it. It is how you should live your life.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Sunshine's Writing
This is an english assignment my sister, Regan, did.
On Top of Heaven
It was shaping out to be the worst night of her life. The venue, the food, the people, the lights, and the smell. It was horrible. It reeked of teenagers. Sweaty, hot, musty, all underneath a layer of ten different perfume smells. Lavender, Rose, Mango, Citrus. The people were clumsy like a bunch of one year old toddlers after a treat. The older senior boys, drunk off of the Budweiser they got at the bar across the street walked around the venue with alcohol breath and whispered in the girls ears, telling them the were beautiful and asking if they would come home with them that night. The girls, chipper and ditsy with bright dresses that dragged across the floor for the boys to step on and soil. Some girls didn’t know how to walk in their six inch stilettos and wobbled, their ankles shaking like a small branch in a windstorm. Other girls pinned their hair in the reflection of the window and wiped makeup smudges from their eyes. The younger kids, too nervous to do or say anything, congregated at the tables and ate the stale cheese and meat, and gulped down glasses of water trying to stay hydrated in the hot, tight venue. It was all typical. And it all was pointless. Pink and green lights had flashed in her eyes giving her a headache. The music pounded in her ears filling her brain and pushing any thought she could muster up from her head. She ached to take off the red heels that dug into her ankles every time she stood up to fix her skirt. Her long hair made her neck hot and sticky. She wanted to pull it into a bun and run home. But she knew it was too much to ask. She hardly got out. This was the first time in a six months she had been to a school activity. And she regretted choosing this one. “Having a good time?”, the principal, Mr. Grayton asked her. He had been sitting in a corner watching the kids making sure they didn’t run off together or dance on the tables. She took a moment to try to comprehend what he had said. She could hardly hear over the booming sound of the speakers. After she had pieced it together she smiled her big smile with perfect teeth and replied “Yes. This is by far the best dance we’ve had this year.” They both knew she hadn’t been to any but she held her ground and smiled up at him. “So glad to hear that! Glad you could make it.” She sat down at the table amongst the freshman. She smirked at them. They had all treated this dance as a fashion show. The bright colors, the poofy hair, the makeup that melted off of their faces. It was indeed laughable. She had never put that much effort into her look. She imagined them getting up early that morning, gathering at a friends house and spending every hour from then until the dance to curl their hair and cake on makeup. How let down they must be now, She thought. So primped and done up. Only to sit at a table and make useless small talk and give out fake compliments to the other girls. She refused to socialize. No one asked her to dance and no one told her how beautiful she was that night. No one asked where she bought the dress and no one asked who her date was. It’s not that she was disliked or hated in anyway. People just knew better.
She was attractive. That she knew. Her mother used to tell her on a daily basis how lovely she was. Her dark brown hair fell to her elbows. Her white teeth looked like pearls in the off chance that she did smile. And her skin smooth as silk never had an ounce of makeup on it and still looked like she had walked out of a magazine. Girls used to talk to her. Boys used to like her. But she was introverted. She never liked the girls. And the few times she hung out with the girls she found that they talked to their phones more than they did each other. When her aunt told her to spend time with the girls Tess would say “Their focus is off.” and walk away
She hadn’t been asked to the dance because everyone expected her to stay home like she always did. This particular night she had been prompted to go. She convinced herself it wouldn’t kill her so she slipped on her white simple dress that fell barely above her knees and swung around her when she walked.
“Hey,Tess!” some boy said. A boy about half a foot taller than she was and about a foot taller if she took her heels off. He was thin and had big eyes. She couldn’t tell what color because the lights flashed every direction. His teeth were big and his smile was huge. It reminded her of someone “Hey,T! How do you like the dance?” She hardly made out his voice underneath the loud buzzing speakers. “My name is Tess.” She replied. “What?!” “Tess!” she said. No one called her “T” but her father. She was frustrated and wanted to end the conversation. He tilted his head like a bird. She decided to let it go and sat and looked at him. “Want a drink,T?” he shouted through the music. She shook her head. She didn’t know why he had started talking to her. Did he think she was lonely? She wasn’t. She didn’t need pity. “I’ll be back with a drink!” he shouted. She rolled her eyes as he maneuvered through the crowd, stepping on people’s feet, and hopping around like it was a land mine. As soon as he was out of sight she sank into her own world. The music blurred into one giant sound, thick as mud and the smell morphed into a giant aroma cloud. The lights were all just white flashes behind her closed eyelids. She had no idea how long she had stayed like this but when she became aware the boy was sitting next to her with two cups of water. His was half empty. Hers was still full to the top. “You awake,T?” he asked her. She nodded and drank her punch. “This is awful.” she said with pucker. He laughed and drank the rest of his, “Who are you?” she asked “Sam.” He said “It’s Samuel.. but I like Sam.” He didn’t look at her when he said this. He looked into the crowd of people as if he didn’t even know she was there. “How do you know me?” she asked. “I sit behind you in Math... or Science.... maybe sewing?” “I’m not in sewing.” She said. “Hmm... must be Math.” He said with a smile. She came to the conclusion that talking to him was better than hopping around like a fool on the dance floor with the drunken, groggy teenagers. “How long are you staying?”. “I don’t know yet.” she said. “Have you been to the bar across the street?” he asked her. “No.” she said quickly.
She had been in a bar once with her dad. She remembered that day perfectly. She had been about eight or nine when she had seen the old, rundown building. And she liked the look of it. “Is that a house?” she had asked her dad. “Nope, but I used to go there when I was a kid.” Her dad said “Would you like to go in?” They walked in and she smelled the cigarettes and fermenting barley. The men in there were sticky and had stains on their shirts and hair on their faces. One looked at her and smiled with brown teeth and asked her name. Her dad had pushed her along. She liked it in there. She sat at the bar stool and imagined being a waitress there. But when she looked around she realized there were no waitresses. No women at all. Only big men who looked like they had somewhere to be but chose to drink smelly drinks instead. “What will it be sir?” A big man with two chins said to her father. He had dark circles under his eyes and his fingers were fat and held a dirty rag. “I’ll have a water and one Heineken.” The man looked at Tess and smiled. “First time in a bar?” he smiled. She was too shy to say anything so she looked down at her green boots with mud still on them. She felt sorry that she had tracked mud in there. But when she looked around her the whole floor was covered in dirt and straw wrappers. She felt less sorry. The man returned a minute later with a tall glass of water and a glass of brown smelly and had lots of foam at the top that spilled on the counter when he placed it in front of her father. “Have a good one.” he said and stomped away. His hands still clasping his dirty rag. She took a drink from her cup and watched her father drink from his. He spilled a little on his plaid shirt. He looked like the other men in this bar but cleaner. “It still looks the same.” Her dad said. “I came here with friends when I was a little bit older than you... It smells the same too. Less lively.” She didn’t have any reply so she sat swinging her legs at the bar stool. She drank more of her water and looked at her dad’s cup and wondered if it tasted how it smelled. “Try some.” He smiled. She did. She was upset to realize it did in fact taste like it smelled. She cringed and drank more of her water. “It’s an acquired taste.” He laughed and as soon as he drank the last drop of his beer they left the smelly building she loved and she never went in again. But that was back when her father was still alive.
She shook her head and came back into reality. “No bar then.” Samuel said. “There is an ice cream place. Just there. The small building that’s lit up.” She stared at him, then to where he was pointing. Just out the window she saw a little shop, hardly big enough to be a store. She looked closer and saw a couple walking out of it. A short man, smaller than his girlfriend who had short blond hair and a long black coat. Neither looked all that excited to be near each other but they held hands as if it were standard procedure . She hated seeing couples like that.They were nothing like her father and mother had been. “Ice cream?” Sam persisted. “I don’t know you.” was all that came out of Tess’s mouth. She was busy watching the couple walk like robots down the street. “I do. Your name is Tess.” She sighed and rested her face on her hands. “...no ice cream.” Sam concluded. But he didn’t leave. He sat there and watched the people dance. He laughed occasionally. And smiled at the boys and girls, tangled in a giant knot that moved with the music. She observed him. She had never seen him. She had only heard of one Samuel at her school and he never showed up and the days he did he made a loud booming entrance in her Calculus class and thought he was funny when he stole the teachers things from the desk. But this couldn’t be him. She stared at him for a while until she heard another voice trying to make its way through the music. She turned her head. There was a girl smiling at her. Tess thought she was here to pay her a fake compliment and leave. But she didn’t seem to be looking at her dress or shoes or anything. She was asking a question. “Mind if I sit?” the girl managed to yell. Tess nodded even though she did mind. Samuel introduced himself. She introduced herself as “Grace”. She had bright red lipstick on. The color her Tess’s mom used to wear. And a dress made from lace. Her hair was brown like Tess’s but fell just little shorter. “Are you guys each other’s dates?” Grace asked motioning back and forth between the two. Samuel looked at Tess and smiled. It reminded her of her father. The way he would smile when told Tess’s mother that they didn’t go out and buy candy. It was a game and he smiled the same sneaky smile at her. “I just met her,” He said with the same smile.. “This is T.” He said. Tess smiled and looked at grace. She could see Grace’s earrings. They were shaped like birds. She liked them, and imagined them flying off right then and there. Grace started talking about the dance, and how she had come with a date but he got drunk and left with a friend. She didn’t seem sad about it. She kept the same red lipped smile throughout the story. She spoke to them like she was talking to an old friend. Tess always envied people who could do that. Tess’s mother had always had that skill. It ended up working in her favor when Tess wanted something from the store but it cost too much. Her mother would strike a bargain right then and there with the owner and she would leave with a new sweater or necklace. She ended with stating how badly she wanted to leave but her date had taken her keys and she was stuck until she found someone to go with. Tess liked Grace. She seemed nice and inviting. The kind of girl she would spend time with. When Grace was finished talking Samuel told her his story. But rather than listening Grace Interrupted. “Guys come with me!” she said and before they could say anything she was making her way to the door. Samuel stood up immediately and followed like a puppy. Tess was reluctant but Samuel turned and made a face that indicated that he would not leave Tess alone if she didn’t join. She followed. She pushed her way passed the teenagers. She might have stepped on seven feet and tipped over eight beer cans but she kept moving as soon as she walked out the door she felt amazing. The wind blew her hair off of her wet sweaty neck and the thick sweaty, floral aroma was gone. The flashing lights were replaced with simple street lights that hardly lit up the ground around them. As if they were too afraid to light up all the way. Some flickered which made this image all too accurate. She turned to see Grace just as relieved as she was. Samuel was smiling at them both. “Where to, Grace?” he asked with a shrug of his shoulders. Grace smiled and took off her cream colored shoes. Tess did the same. It felt nice. The cold cement on sore feet. It was like walking on hot nails and then stepping on cool silk. It made the girls smile. Grace threw her shoes away. Just like that. As if they had been a half eaten candy bar. Tess laughed and dropped her shoes to the side of her. Grace started walking down the street while the two kids followed. Tess felt odd following two strangers around the town but she found herself laughing at them and telling them about herself. It was something Tess hadn’t done. She explained how pointless these activities seemed. And about her family, she even recalled telling them about her Parents. She hadn’t spoken about them for almost three years. Although she thought about them every day. In the middle of one of Samuel's jokes Grace stopped dead in her tracks and smiled big. “This is it.” she said. Tess turned her head and looked where Grace was looking. A dark alley way. It was wet and and cold. Parked at the end of the alley was a black truck with a smashed windshield. Tess thought she should have felt scared. But she didn’t. She just walked. They all walked down the alley until they saw a ladder. Grace looked at the two of them and started climbing up. Tess followed and this time Samuel was reluctant. “I’ll slip. I know I’m gonna die. This is it for me.” Grace laughed and motioned for him to come up. “You either follow us or stay down here in the dark alleyway, alone.” Tess said. Sam looked around him. He touched the beaten car and cringed. “I hate wrecked cars.” Tess looked down at him. He looked sad. Tess hated wrecked cars too. Too many bad memories associated with them. Samuel looked longingly at the car. Like he wanted to get in it. But he shook his head and joined the two girls. Grace was more than half way up she looked around and giggled. The giggle made Tess’s head jolt. She looked at grace. The giggle sounded like her mother. The little trill on her voice that sounded like a xylophone. It made Tess smile. She missed the sound of her mom. The two girls looked down at Samuel. He was nervous. He slipped every time he took one step higher. It was painful for the girls to watch but eventually they got to the top of the ladder. Tess climbed over the wall and looked around her. She was amazed. The whole town lit up below her. It was like looking down on heaven rather than up. Grace was giggling again. She helped Samuel tumble over the wall. She patted his shirt off and they walked to where Tess was. “Beautiful isn’t it, T.” Grace breathed. Tess turned to them and nodded. Her white teeth so perfect and straight showing so bright like the lights around her. “I come here all the time. I love being able to see the world. I feel like I’m in control and I can steer.” Samuel nodded “It’s nice not to be in the passenger. I can decide what I want for once.” Tess looked at the other end of the building. It seemed so far. “Wanna race?” asked Grace when she saw Tess looking. Tess began to run and so did Samuel and Grace. Tess ran as fast as she could. She ran through a puddle that almost went up to her calves. But it didn’t stop her. Water dripped from her body and her heart pounded. She laughed and laughed. She could hear Grace laughing, just like her mom used to. And she heard Samuel “Wait up T! Wait up.” Just like her dad. She felt at home. When she finally reached the other end of the building she turned to look at Grace and Samuel. But when she turned.... no one was there. And she was alone on the rooftop.
On Top of Heaven
It was shaping out to be the worst night of her life. The venue, the food, the people, the lights, and the smell. It was horrible. It reeked of teenagers. Sweaty, hot, musty, all underneath a layer of ten different perfume smells. Lavender, Rose, Mango, Citrus. The people were clumsy like a bunch of one year old toddlers after a treat. The older senior boys, drunk off of the Budweiser they got at the bar across the street walked around the venue with alcohol breath and whispered in the girls ears, telling them the were beautiful and asking if they would come home with them that night. The girls, chipper and ditsy with bright dresses that dragged across the floor for the boys to step on and soil. Some girls didn’t know how to walk in their six inch stilettos and wobbled, their ankles shaking like a small branch in a windstorm. Other girls pinned their hair in the reflection of the window and wiped makeup smudges from their eyes. The younger kids, too nervous to do or say anything, congregated at the tables and ate the stale cheese and meat, and gulped down glasses of water trying to stay hydrated in the hot, tight venue. It was all typical. And it all was pointless. Pink and green lights had flashed in her eyes giving her a headache. The music pounded in her ears filling her brain and pushing any thought she could muster up from her head. She ached to take off the red heels that dug into her ankles every time she stood up to fix her skirt. Her long hair made her neck hot and sticky. She wanted to pull it into a bun and run home. But she knew it was too much to ask. She hardly got out. This was the first time in a six months she had been to a school activity. And she regretted choosing this one. “Having a good time?”, the principal, Mr. Grayton asked her. He had been sitting in a corner watching the kids making sure they didn’t run off together or dance on the tables. She took a moment to try to comprehend what he had said. She could hardly hear over the booming sound of the speakers. After she had pieced it together she smiled her big smile with perfect teeth and replied “Yes. This is by far the best dance we’ve had this year.” They both knew she hadn’t been to any but she held her ground and smiled up at him. “So glad to hear that! Glad you could make it.” She sat down at the table amongst the freshman. She smirked at them. They had all treated this dance as a fashion show. The bright colors, the poofy hair, the makeup that melted off of their faces. It was indeed laughable. She had never put that much effort into her look. She imagined them getting up early that morning, gathering at a friends house and spending every hour from then until the dance to curl their hair and cake on makeup. How let down they must be now, She thought. So primped and done up. Only to sit at a table and make useless small talk and give out fake compliments to the other girls. She refused to socialize. No one asked her to dance and no one told her how beautiful she was that night. No one asked where she bought the dress and no one asked who her date was. It’s not that she was disliked or hated in anyway. People just knew better.
She was attractive. That she knew. Her mother used to tell her on a daily basis how lovely she was. Her dark brown hair fell to her elbows. Her white teeth looked like pearls in the off chance that she did smile. And her skin smooth as silk never had an ounce of makeup on it and still looked like she had walked out of a magazine. Girls used to talk to her. Boys used to like her. But she was introverted. She never liked the girls. And the few times she hung out with the girls she found that they talked to their phones more than they did each other. When her aunt told her to spend time with the girls Tess would say “Their focus is off.” and walk away
She hadn’t been asked to the dance because everyone expected her to stay home like she always did. This particular night she had been prompted to go. She convinced herself it wouldn’t kill her so she slipped on her white simple dress that fell barely above her knees and swung around her when she walked.
“Hey,Tess!” some boy said. A boy about half a foot taller than she was and about a foot taller if she took her heels off. He was thin and had big eyes. She couldn’t tell what color because the lights flashed every direction. His teeth were big and his smile was huge. It reminded her of someone “Hey,T! How do you like the dance?” She hardly made out his voice underneath the loud buzzing speakers. “My name is Tess.” She replied. “What?!” “Tess!” she said. No one called her “T” but her father. She was frustrated and wanted to end the conversation. He tilted his head like a bird. She decided to let it go and sat and looked at him. “Want a drink,T?” he shouted through the music. She shook her head. She didn’t know why he had started talking to her. Did he think she was lonely? She wasn’t. She didn’t need pity. “I’ll be back with a drink!” he shouted. She rolled her eyes as he maneuvered through the crowd, stepping on people’s feet, and hopping around like it was a land mine. As soon as he was out of sight she sank into her own world. The music blurred into one giant sound, thick as mud and the smell morphed into a giant aroma cloud. The lights were all just white flashes behind her closed eyelids. She had no idea how long she had stayed like this but when she became aware the boy was sitting next to her with two cups of water. His was half empty. Hers was still full to the top. “You awake,T?” he asked her. She nodded and drank her punch. “This is awful.” she said with pucker. He laughed and drank the rest of his, “Who are you?” she asked “Sam.” He said “It’s Samuel.. but I like Sam.” He didn’t look at her when he said this. He looked into the crowd of people as if he didn’t even know she was there. “How do you know me?” she asked. “I sit behind you in Math... or Science.... maybe sewing?” “I’m not in sewing.” She said. “Hmm... must be Math.” He said with a smile. She came to the conclusion that talking to him was better than hopping around like a fool on the dance floor with the drunken, groggy teenagers. “How long are you staying?”. “I don’t know yet.” she said. “Have you been to the bar across the street?” he asked her. “No.” she said quickly.
She had been in a bar once with her dad. She remembered that day perfectly. She had been about eight or nine when she had seen the old, rundown building. And she liked the look of it. “Is that a house?” she had asked her dad. “Nope, but I used to go there when I was a kid.” Her dad said “Would you like to go in?” They walked in and she smelled the cigarettes and fermenting barley. The men in there were sticky and had stains on their shirts and hair on their faces. One looked at her and smiled with brown teeth and asked her name. Her dad had pushed her along. She liked it in there. She sat at the bar stool and imagined being a waitress there. But when she looked around she realized there were no waitresses. No women at all. Only big men who looked like they had somewhere to be but chose to drink smelly drinks instead. “What will it be sir?” A big man with two chins said to her father. He had dark circles under his eyes and his fingers were fat and held a dirty rag. “I’ll have a water and one Heineken.” The man looked at Tess and smiled. “First time in a bar?” he smiled. She was too shy to say anything so she looked down at her green boots with mud still on them. She felt sorry that she had tracked mud in there. But when she looked around her the whole floor was covered in dirt and straw wrappers. She felt less sorry. The man returned a minute later with a tall glass of water and a glass of brown smelly and had lots of foam at the top that spilled on the counter when he placed it in front of her father. “Have a good one.” he said and stomped away. His hands still clasping his dirty rag. She took a drink from her cup and watched her father drink from his. He spilled a little on his plaid shirt. He looked like the other men in this bar but cleaner. “It still looks the same.” Her dad said. “I came here with friends when I was a little bit older than you... It smells the same too. Less lively.” She didn’t have any reply so she sat swinging her legs at the bar stool. She drank more of her water and looked at her dad’s cup and wondered if it tasted how it smelled. “Try some.” He smiled. She did. She was upset to realize it did in fact taste like it smelled. She cringed and drank more of her water. “It’s an acquired taste.” He laughed and as soon as he drank the last drop of his beer they left the smelly building she loved and she never went in again. But that was back when her father was still alive.
She shook her head and came back into reality. “No bar then.” Samuel said. “There is an ice cream place. Just there. The small building that’s lit up.” She stared at him, then to where he was pointing. Just out the window she saw a little shop, hardly big enough to be a store. She looked closer and saw a couple walking out of it. A short man, smaller than his girlfriend who had short blond hair and a long black coat. Neither looked all that excited to be near each other but they held hands as if it were standard procedure . She hated seeing couples like that.They were nothing like her father and mother had been. “Ice cream?” Sam persisted. “I don’t know you.” was all that came out of Tess’s mouth. She was busy watching the couple walk like robots down the street. “I do. Your name is Tess.” She sighed and rested her face on her hands. “...no ice cream.” Sam concluded. But he didn’t leave. He sat there and watched the people dance. He laughed occasionally. And smiled at the boys and girls, tangled in a giant knot that moved with the music. She observed him. She had never seen him. She had only heard of one Samuel at her school and he never showed up and the days he did he made a loud booming entrance in her Calculus class and thought he was funny when he stole the teachers things from the desk. But this couldn’t be him. She stared at him for a while until she heard another voice trying to make its way through the music. She turned her head. There was a girl smiling at her. Tess thought she was here to pay her a fake compliment and leave. But she didn’t seem to be looking at her dress or shoes or anything. She was asking a question. “Mind if I sit?” the girl managed to yell. Tess nodded even though she did mind. Samuel introduced himself. She introduced herself as “Grace”. She had bright red lipstick on. The color her Tess’s mom used to wear. And a dress made from lace. Her hair was brown like Tess’s but fell just little shorter. “Are you guys each other’s dates?” Grace asked motioning back and forth between the two. Samuel looked at Tess and smiled. It reminded her of her father. The way he would smile when told Tess’s mother that they didn’t go out and buy candy. It was a game and he smiled the same sneaky smile at her. “I just met her,” He said with the same smile.. “This is T.” He said. Tess smiled and looked at grace. She could see Grace’s earrings. They were shaped like birds. She liked them, and imagined them flying off right then and there. Grace started talking about the dance, and how she had come with a date but he got drunk and left with a friend. She didn’t seem sad about it. She kept the same red lipped smile throughout the story. She spoke to them like she was talking to an old friend. Tess always envied people who could do that. Tess’s mother had always had that skill. It ended up working in her favor when Tess wanted something from the store but it cost too much. Her mother would strike a bargain right then and there with the owner and she would leave with a new sweater or necklace. She ended with stating how badly she wanted to leave but her date had taken her keys and she was stuck until she found someone to go with. Tess liked Grace. She seemed nice and inviting. The kind of girl she would spend time with. When Grace was finished talking Samuel told her his story. But rather than listening Grace Interrupted. “Guys come with me!” she said and before they could say anything she was making her way to the door. Samuel stood up immediately and followed like a puppy. Tess was reluctant but Samuel turned and made a face that indicated that he would not leave Tess alone if she didn’t join. She followed. She pushed her way passed the teenagers. She might have stepped on seven feet and tipped over eight beer cans but she kept moving as soon as she walked out the door she felt amazing. The wind blew her hair off of her wet sweaty neck and the thick sweaty, floral aroma was gone. The flashing lights were replaced with simple street lights that hardly lit up the ground around them. As if they were too afraid to light up all the way. Some flickered which made this image all too accurate. She turned to see Grace just as relieved as she was. Samuel was smiling at them both. “Where to, Grace?” he asked with a shrug of his shoulders. Grace smiled and took off her cream colored shoes. Tess did the same. It felt nice. The cold cement on sore feet. It was like walking on hot nails and then stepping on cool silk. It made the girls smile. Grace threw her shoes away. Just like that. As if they had been a half eaten candy bar. Tess laughed and dropped her shoes to the side of her. Grace started walking down the street while the two kids followed. Tess felt odd following two strangers around the town but she found herself laughing at them and telling them about herself. It was something Tess hadn’t done. She explained how pointless these activities seemed. And about her family, she even recalled telling them about her Parents. She hadn’t spoken about them for almost three years. Although she thought about them every day. In the middle of one of Samuel's jokes Grace stopped dead in her tracks and smiled big. “This is it.” she said. Tess turned her head and looked where Grace was looking. A dark alley way. It was wet and and cold. Parked at the end of the alley was a black truck with a smashed windshield. Tess thought she should have felt scared. But she didn’t. She just walked. They all walked down the alley until they saw a ladder. Grace looked at the two of them and started climbing up. Tess followed and this time Samuel was reluctant. “I’ll slip. I know I’m gonna die. This is it for me.” Grace laughed and motioned for him to come up. “You either follow us or stay down here in the dark alleyway, alone.” Tess said. Sam looked around him. He touched the beaten car and cringed. “I hate wrecked cars.” Tess looked down at him. He looked sad. Tess hated wrecked cars too. Too many bad memories associated with them. Samuel looked longingly at the car. Like he wanted to get in it. But he shook his head and joined the two girls. Grace was more than half way up she looked around and giggled. The giggle made Tess’s head jolt. She looked at grace. The giggle sounded like her mother. The little trill on her voice that sounded like a xylophone. It made Tess smile. She missed the sound of her mom. The two girls looked down at Samuel. He was nervous. He slipped every time he took one step higher. It was painful for the girls to watch but eventually they got to the top of the ladder. Tess climbed over the wall and looked around her. She was amazed. The whole town lit up below her. It was like looking down on heaven rather than up. Grace was giggling again. She helped Samuel tumble over the wall. She patted his shirt off and they walked to where Tess was. “Beautiful isn’t it, T.” Grace breathed. Tess turned to them and nodded. Her white teeth so perfect and straight showing so bright like the lights around her. “I come here all the time. I love being able to see the world. I feel like I’m in control and I can steer.” Samuel nodded “It’s nice not to be in the passenger. I can decide what I want for once.” Tess looked at the other end of the building. It seemed so far. “Wanna race?” asked Grace when she saw Tess looking. Tess began to run and so did Samuel and Grace. Tess ran as fast as she could. She ran through a puddle that almost went up to her calves. But it didn’t stop her. Water dripped from her body and her heart pounded. She laughed and laughed. She could hear Grace laughing, just like her mom used to. And she heard Samuel “Wait up T! Wait up.” Just like her dad. She felt at home. When she finally reached the other end of the building she turned to look at Grace and Samuel. But when she turned.... no one was there. And she was alone on the rooftop.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
I think I have an ego problem...
There is a slight possibility that I have an inflamed ego. I am not sure why or how but it could be a thing.
Like when I hear people tell me how hard something is, I automatically assume that I could accomplish that thing.
For example, when at a sporting event like a basketball game and they have the half time competitions, I always believe I could do whatever the activity better than the people doing it.
"Oh, all I have to do is this:
....is hard? Yeah right"
Like when I hear people tell me how hard something is, I automatically assume that I could accomplish that thing.
For example, when at a sporting event like a basketball game and they have the half time competitions, I always believe I could do whatever the activity better than the people doing it.
"Oh, all I have to do is this:
....
not even a problem."
Or....pshhhh you think that this
....is hard? Yeah right"
Why I think I could do it best, I do not know. Its an ego thing...
Another example. The Bachelor or Bachelor Pad. I honest to goodness believe that I could beat any other girl or guy I was competing against.
NOT even that I would win cause I was strategizing or scheming or training or plotting. I believe that I could walk in and take the prize just purely by being Kylee.
Is this normal?
Friday, February 1, 2013
Reversal in Time
This is from my dear friend Aspen tree. She is amaza-zing. I recommend clicking on the link at the beginning of her post so that you can hear her reading the piece.
It is beautiful.
Reversal in Time
It is beautiful.
Reversal in Time
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