Ze prompt for Day Trey!
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New Years Resolutions make me abandon hope
Every year, it's time to make a new
Wish. Not a resolution, a wish. I may have the
Yearning to do better, but never the will power to do the thing I put down
Every year. It's basically
Always the same. I doubt i'll ever
Reach my goal. I'm
Starting to accept this fact of life.
Right next to me, all around me, I see my goal. Never able to get there.
Evil things, resolutions. Hope for a day,
Something to feed the mind.
Only to
Learn that the sweet promises
Uttered in our ears are
Totally
Indisputably
Obviously
Never going to be achieved.
Sorry that's emotastic. :) I'm actually just chilling with Kaitlyn at LACREMA the best coffee place in ze vorld!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Day 2 *err*
Day 2 AKA Day 3 So this is just Day 2.5 :) I missed yesterday!
Today's prompt, from the lovely Megan is:
ESCRIBO YA!
The post card arrived...and I threw it in the trash. I didn't want to know anymore about 'prestigious' 'well-rounded' colleges, with their fake postcards and brochures. I was done, I had picked my schools and almost finished the applications. I hated the mounds of mail that had stacked up like a Jenga-puzzle, ready to tumble down and poke me in the eye with a sharp corner. I finished sorting through the mail and looked at the tickets that had arrived. Yes...a one way ticket. I had convinced it to take a vacation. A long vacation, so long that it would just get tickets home whenever it felt to do so. I sifted through the drawer to find the card that I had picked out two days earlier and slipped the tickets into the snug slit that was made especially for gift cards and other paper gifts. Paper gifts like tickets. A one way ticket for one person. The ticket that will make its way down the sidewalk and into the mailbox. It will be picked up and driven to a building, sorted, then driven again to the house of the person whose name is stamped into that ticket. Then, in the early morning when it stumbles out the door and opens it's mailbox, the ticket will make its way into the excited hand of it's master. It. The ticket will sit on it's table for a few days, until the day arrives when it will pack it's bags and board that plane. The ticket's time with it will end and the plane will take over from there. The plane carries that vile it across an ocean, through several countries and then finally touching down in a place full of other tourists. Just like it. It, unlike other tourists, will be detained after checking into the hotel. The police will be called, and it shall be taken away, like the trash that contains the discarded postcards and banana peels of people who continue living on, as if nothing had ever happened. Why would it? Trash being taken out has never mattered before right?
Well then! :) I'm not really that hateful. And no one will ever know who this is about...and neither will I!? Mwahaha.
BUT this post isn't over yet. Go check out other 365 writings at:
Hurrrr
and
Hurrrr
and now I shall go try and warm up because i'm in the part of my new apartment thing that DOESN'T get heat
kthxbai
Today's prompt, from the lovely Megan is:
Think of a person who really bugs or annoys you. Think of a place you'd like to send this person. Then *mentally* send them there! With that in mind, start with: "The post card arrived..."
ESCRIBO YA!
The post card arrived...and I threw it in the trash. I didn't want to know anymore about 'prestigious' 'well-rounded' colleges, with their fake postcards and brochures. I was done, I had picked my schools and almost finished the applications. I hated the mounds of mail that had stacked up like a Jenga-puzzle, ready to tumble down and poke me in the eye with a sharp corner. I finished sorting through the mail and looked at the tickets that had arrived. Yes...a one way ticket. I had convinced it to take a vacation. A long vacation, so long that it would just get tickets home whenever it felt to do so. I sifted through the drawer to find the card that I had picked out two days earlier and slipped the tickets into the snug slit that was made especially for gift cards and other paper gifts. Paper gifts like tickets. A one way ticket for one person. The ticket that will make its way down the sidewalk and into the mailbox. It will be picked up and driven to a building, sorted, then driven again to the house of the person whose name is stamped into that ticket. Then, in the early morning when it stumbles out the door and opens it's mailbox, the ticket will make its way into the excited hand of it's master. It. The ticket will sit on it's table for a few days, until the day arrives when it will pack it's bags and board that plane. The ticket's time with it will end and the plane will take over from there. The plane carries that vile it across an ocean, through several countries and then finally touching down in a place full of other tourists. Just like it. It, unlike other tourists, will be detained after checking into the hotel. The police will be called, and it shall be taken away, like the trash that contains the discarded postcards and banana peels of people who continue living on, as if nothing had ever happened. Why would it? Trash being taken out has never mattered before right?
Well then! :) I'm not really that hateful. And no one will ever know who this is about...and neither will I!? Mwahaha.
BUT this post isn't over yet. Go check out other 365 writings at:
Hurrrr
and
Hurrrr
and now I shall go try and warm up because i'm in the part of my new apartment thing that DOESN'T get heat
kthxbai
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Day 1
This is Jessica reporting in for Megan's 365 Writing Challenge :)
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"Sometimes, I feel just like a gerbil, running around and around on his wheel. I feel like my day needs to become a film titled "Groundhog Day"...Oh wait. Sometimes I feel like I just need to let loose, slide down some banisters and turn a can of bug spray into a flame thrower. My emotions are jumbled like the Jambalaya tossing around in my stomach. All of this turmoil inside leaks out in the form of nonsense words and strange noises, earning evil eyes and side glances. I realize my life is on loop, forever mimicking that gerbil, so why can't I fix it? If only it was as easy as sprinkling some seeds in the opposite corner of the cage."
Click HERE :) for more details!
"Sometimes, I feel just like a gerbil, running around and around on his wheel. I feel like my day needs to become a film titled "Groundhog Day"...Oh wait. Sometimes I feel like I just need to let loose, slide down some banisters and turn a can of bug spray into a flame thrower. My emotions are jumbled like the Jambalaya tossing around in my stomach. All of this turmoil inside leaks out in the form of nonsense words and strange noises, earning evil eyes and side glances. I realize my life is on loop, forever mimicking that gerbil, so why can't I fix it? If only it was as easy as sprinkling some seeds in the opposite corner of the cage."
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