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feeling sick today
Brandon's bday is today!! :D YAY
Tomorrow, Boston awaits my boyfriend and I.

Sick

I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm so exhausted, sore, been having headaches all week, along with my normal manic depression and anxiety. I really need a doctor soon. I can't stand this anymore. I feel like an old lady.

Anyways,
I think my next project for writing will revolve around college. First Person POV, comedy/drama, and a plot I've not found yet. No one really writes about college for novels, so I think it would be a nice change.

to the end of time?

Apparently, I'm in college forever.

Student Information effective from Spring 2009 to The End of Time

wtf

Writing Prompts...weee.

I was reading Writer's Digest and there is a little quiz where you're given the topic and have to write a number between 1-10. On the next page are the lists of words, quotes, etc you need to use from the number you chose.

My topic was: Your date does not show up. I have to include the line, A stitch in time saves nine. and begin the short blurb with, No matter what I do.


ahem. (fictional, of course.)

No matter what I do, I always seem to attract the jerks. You know, those guys who feed off of bad moods, disappointed lipstick frowns, and possible annoyed tapping of a stiletto on concrete - in the pouring rain on a Monday? Well, it had gone on since high school for me. I don't know what color my aura changed to draw in such losers. Date after date, boyfriend after boyfriend, I was left with pieces of my shattered heart falling to the muddy ground.


However, this boy, Davie, was the light of my life . . . for about four seconds. We met in my Psychology class and instantly became friends. By friends I mean two people who could laugh at the professor's bent glasses and obvious hairpiece. Still, he was a cute, round-faced male with golden hair and eyes the color of the ocean after a storm. I should have immediately recognized his devious smile when I nearly fell off of my seat laughing at one of his jokes. You know, the look someone shoots at you when they know you are finally entwined in their cheap compliments and debonair smile.

Yeah, I was a fool rushing in. If my mother were around, she would have said, "A stitch in time saves nine, Deary."

And that's when I would have responded with, "But we just clicked like nothing. No one has ever clicked like that with me before."

Of course I would be lying. Plenty of boys had gotten me all flutter-stomached on our first conversation or first glance. But did I ever learn? No. Simply for the fact that I knew life was short and I had to somehow break this spell of bad seeds.

I sat on my floral-empowered couch and flipped impatiently through the television. The clock on the t.v. guide channel read eight-thirty-two, exactly a full two minutes after the he's-a-half-hour-late mark. This kid, Davie, was definitely not coming. For a college senior, he sure acted like a kindergartner. I mean seriously, who just doesn't show up anymore? Nobody. Ditching a date is like shooting spit-wads at chalkboards at my age; This stuff is not supposed to happen anymore. How old are we?

Anyways, I digress. This jerk decided not to come, so instead of crying over a waste of time, I decided to call his cell.

It rang once.

Voicemail. Yo ho's, it is Davie G. You know what to do. Beeeeep.

I called again.


"Hello?" Davie's rough voice answered.


I said confidently, "Hey, it's me. We were supposed to go on a date tonight."


"Oh, yeah sorry. I've been meaning to call. But I couldn't make it because my ex is having a really bad night and she needs a shoulder."

That was the final straw. I was sick of spending time trying to find good guys. I knew, at that moment, I needed a break from the dating scene. Perhaps someone would search for me instead of the other way around.

"Well," I continued with an attitude. "I'm fine with it. In fact, I'm breaking up with you."

"What? We haven't even gone on one date yet. This makes no sense. We can reschedule." Davie sounded horny, not concerned.

"Nah. It's fine. I'd rather do this now. Like my Mom says, a stitch in time . . . Bye, Davie."

I hung up. And that's how I wanted it to be.