Here I am again, begging your indulgence again.
The ever flashing cursor, prompting me to write. It's quite daunting at times. The call to write, that's what it is. It's practically willing me with the force... sometimes I resent it.
When I was 9, I had a story published. It was some contest between all the middle schools in the area. Entitled "The Day We Became Famous" (never one for brevity) that sucker earned me a free luncheon in Grand Rapids to meet none other, than Joanna Cole. For those of you unfamiliar with children's literature, she wrote The Magic School Bus books. My father quickly talked me out of going. Ha.
Point?
I loved writing. Reading and writing in general, as often as possible. Kid leaving the library with books in a large bag or wagon? Me. It makes me sad I feel I have no creative writing outlet anymore. At this point, I blame college for squandering my time on mindless secondary critical literature on subject matters I'll never dive so in depthly again. Only recently have I realized the love I've lost. Only recently have I semi rekindled it and challenged myself more to write in this blog. Whose fault is that? Blogspot's fault. One small link in an AIM pro, and I was hooked. And to borrow a phrase, blogspot has my "unparalleled gratitude". This is why I keep this blog. Not to tell you what I did over the weekend, it's not even really indicative of how I feel about my life at this time, it's for me. Because I need a place to write what I want, when I want, and how I want.
Yay! ::Smiles::
Now that the thinking part is over... let's get to some random facts about me!
I am asshole pedestrian. This remark can only be supported best via example.
Example No. 1: I realize the power of numbers as well as the safety. I do not care if your light is green or that you have a green arrow, if six other people and I need to cross the street, you will wait. Feel free to honk in vain.
Example No. 2: I will cross the street at my own sweet little pace. If you want to try to pressure me by stomping on the gas while I'm passing through your lane... I will slow down.
Example No. 3: If you, the driver, has a stop sign, and I a crosswalk, as you stop I will MAKE SURE I cross. If you want to try to cut me off, be my guest. In fact, hit me, pay for my college tuition.
The kicker: It amuses even myself to hear the slew of obscenities escaping my mouth as I encounter an asshole pedestrian when driving.
**RANDOMNESS AHEAD**
When I was in highschool we had chapel everyday, mini-church to those who are unfamiliar with the protocol of religious pay schools. Anyway, there was always some kind of cheap ploy to keep us, the student body, interested in what was going on at chapel. I was a big advocate of leaning my elbows on my knees, resting my chin in my hands, and falling asleep right there. Sometimes Kimble and I would give eachother hand massages. Anyway, assemblies were even better than regular chapel... and thinking about this one makes me laugh OUT LOUD, literally, right now. This guy came in one afternoon, saying he was moved by the power of Jesus. He was extremely strong, and he demonstrated this from lifting some weights, and hahahaha, I can't stop laughing right now. Lmao, he proceeds to grab a phone book. His gimmick is he rips it in half. I'm still not sure how this actually applies to my Lord. In any case, lol, he's HUFFING and PUFFING like he's the big bad wolf, pulling, twisting, wrenching this phone book in his hands. Lol, and this point my amusement turns into sympathy, because I really think he's not going to be able to rip the damn thing in half. I'm sorry, this isn't funny at all... but it's really really amusing me. Large man... noticeably balding... wearing a singlet with shorts over it... turning RED in the face over this phone book. It's not silent though, oh no, not silent, there's some kind of gospel/motivational/rock music pumping in the background. Eventually he succeeds, whatever.
Lutheran Hell North is EXACTLY why I like that movie "Saved" with Mandy Moore so much.
Until next time...
Michele
"Showtime Synergy"
The ever flashing cursor, prompting me to write. It's quite daunting at times. The call to write, that's what it is. It's practically willing me with the force... sometimes I resent it.
When I was 9, I had a story published. It was some contest between all the middle schools in the area. Entitled "The Day We Became Famous" (never one for brevity) that sucker earned me a free luncheon in Grand Rapids to meet none other, than Joanna Cole. For those of you unfamiliar with children's literature, she wrote The Magic School Bus books. My father quickly talked me out of going. Ha.
Point?
I loved writing. Reading and writing in general, as often as possible. Kid leaving the library with books in a large bag or wagon? Me. It makes me sad I feel I have no creative writing outlet anymore. At this point, I blame college for squandering my time on mindless secondary critical literature on subject matters I'll never dive so in depthly again. Only recently have I realized the love I've lost. Only recently have I semi rekindled it and challenged myself more to write in this blog. Whose fault is that? Blogspot's fault. One small link in an AIM pro, and I was hooked. And to borrow a phrase, blogspot has my "unparalleled gratitude". This is why I keep this blog. Not to tell you what I did over the weekend, it's not even really indicative of how I feel about my life at this time, it's for me. Because I need a place to write what I want, when I want, and how I want.
Yay! ::Smiles::
Now that the thinking part is over... let's get to some random facts about me!
I am asshole pedestrian. This remark can only be supported best via example.
Example No. 1: I realize the power of numbers as well as the safety. I do not care if your light is green or that you have a green arrow, if six other people and I need to cross the street, you will wait. Feel free to honk in vain.
Example No. 2: I will cross the street at my own sweet little pace. If you want to try to pressure me by stomping on the gas while I'm passing through your lane... I will slow down.
Example No. 3: If you, the driver, has a stop sign, and I a crosswalk, as you stop I will MAKE SURE I cross. If you want to try to cut me off, be my guest. In fact, hit me, pay for my college tuition.
The kicker: It amuses even myself to hear the slew of obscenities escaping my mouth as I encounter an asshole pedestrian when driving.
**RANDOMNESS AHEAD**
When I was in highschool we had chapel everyday, mini-church to those who are unfamiliar with the protocol of religious pay schools. Anyway, there was always some kind of cheap ploy to keep us, the student body, interested in what was going on at chapel. I was a big advocate of leaning my elbows on my knees, resting my chin in my hands, and falling asleep right there. Sometimes Kimble and I would give eachother hand massages. Anyway, assemblies were even better than regular chapel... and thinking about this one makes me laugh OUT LOUD, literally, right now. This guy came in one afternoon, saying he was moved by the power of Jesus. He was extremely strong, and he demonstrated this from lifting some weights, and hahahaha, I can't stop laughing right now. Lmao, he proceeds to grab a phone book. His gimmick is he rips it in half. I'm still not sure how this actually applies to my Lord. In any case, lol, he's HUFFING and PUFFING like he's the big bad wolf, pulling, twisting, wrenching this phone book in his hands. Lol, and this point my amusement turns into sympathy, because I really think he's not going to be able to rip the damn thing in half. I'm sorry, this isn't funny at all... but it's really really amusing me. Large man... noticeably balding... wearing a singlet with shorts over it... turning RED in the face over this phone book. It's not silent though, oh no, not silent, there's some kind of gospel/motivational/rock music pumping in the background. Eventually he succeeds, whatever.
Lutheran Hell North is EXACTLY why I like that movie "Saved" with Mandy Moore so much.
Until next time...
Michele
"Showtime Synergy"
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