People who are walking down really small, winding roads? I always want to know why they walk down on the side of the road where on coming cars can’t see them. Be smart people, or expect to get hit by a car one of these days.
So yeah, this is my writing blog. No use hiding it anymore, I guess. Tumblr put it in their creative writing directory, and I don’t know how they found it because it’s pretty low profile, but it made me beam that they liked it enough to do so. I sent Joey to the directory page and asked him to figure out which one it was, and he couldn’t. Pshaw. He’s supposed to know me best.
Well, there it is, do with this information what you like.
I adore your writing, it’s so beautifully composed.
But you know when they’re not so much fun? On rainy Monday mornings. When you’re trying to update a spreadsheet. And all the numbers look exactly the same. And your head is swimming with thoughts of poetry and piano. And your heart is beating quickly (but maybe it’s the caffeine?) And you’re wondering where your crush is and what he’s doing. And you want to post something (anything!) so he’ll like it. And you wish you hadn’t eaten all that lead paint when you were a kid because your ADD is kicking in real bad. Other than that, crushes are fucking fun as hell.
Raise your hand if you have ever experienced something along the lines of ; You make an attempt to talk to someone on some social networking site, saw that they had been on, and they ignored you. Now raise your other hand if this person was someone you had a thing for.
(Yes, I get that you look like you’re trying to “raise the roof” right now, but bare with me.)
For anyone who didn’t raise either of their hands, I wish I was you right now!
I just saw someone had reblogged a photo of a Furby, and as much as I loved them, it immediately brought back this memory of when I was little. The stupid thing went off in the middle of the night, and it really scared the (insert foul word here) out of me. Needless to say, I’ve been scarred for life.
Now that being said, the minute I post this, I’m going to hunt for one on Amazon.
Am I the only one who falls for those junk emails that have the headline as “Hi” ? I think a little piece of me dies every time I open one to find out it’s really about breast enhancement and viagra pills. Don’t need any help in the breast department thank you very much, and since I’m lacking a penis, I have no use for the viagra either! Leave me alone, you are toying with my emotions.
I think the main thing I’m so shaken up about, is the way I found out. My grandmother lives two houses down from her, and she had called her before we went out to the shops, and asked her if she needed anything; She asked for cigarettes.
So I offered to run down to her house on the way back, and drop them in her mail slot. On the way home, we stopped at my other great aunts house. When we walked out, we saw the ambulance at Maureens. (the one who has passed.) My grandmother thought it was a accident. I knew deep down it wasn’t. She told me to run down, because the sidewalks were icy, and she couldn’t make it fast enough. I did.
I asked the officers outside what happened, and explained who I was. The one who replied tried to pull me inside her house, to sit me down and talk to me. But my grandmother was watching from her doorway, in a panic. I told him I couldn’t leave her, and I just wanted to know. Next thing I know, her daughter pulls up and is frantic, asking if her mother was dead. Another cop tells her “yes, she is gone, i’m sorry” and she starts jumping up and down, screaming. All this my grandmother could see. I turned to my cop, who apologized for that, and said “yes I’m so sorry, but she has passed” My hand flies to my mouth as my grandmother watches from her doorway. He offered to walk down to her, to tell her. He hooked my arm as we walked back, to make sure I didn’t fall. He asked me my grandmothers name, and I said “Ann.” He goes “I’m Sorry Ann, but I’m afraid she has passed” I saw my grandmother fall apart in front of me. I’ve been crying ever since.
She was the first of seven sisters to pass. She had been sick for a while, but she died of a massive heart attack. I’ll always remember her.
This all took place in Ireland, while I’m on my break from college. Funeral hasn’t been set yet. I leave on Friday morning. I pray to god it’s before I leave. I need to say goodbye one last time.