100. I love listening to bands and singers no one has ever heard of…at least in my country…
I love even more introducing my friends to them.
I love even more introducing my friends to them.
097.
I know that none of you probably care, but I wanted to show you all my writing journal. It’s 8 years old and precious to me.
It’s pretty beat up because it went on every band trip, school trip, field trip, road trip etc. I’ve been on since 2003.
The inside front cover is covered in post-its with notes on dialogue and storyline…the back cover has a pull out lineage so that I make sure I don’t marry siblings to each other and/or get generations/ages correct.
Its covered in stickers…some carefully peeled off tests in HS that my teachers put stickers on for getting above a certain score, some I added myself (like all my voting stickers, or the We Shot the Moon stickers I got when I wrote the band and they wrote back).
Its the one thing in a fire that I would grab. When my building was under threat of tornado last year, it was the first thing that went in my survival bag.
There’s papers stuff in it with other notes and things. My favorites include a map of a cave system in Oklahoma (important for the story I’m NaNo-ing) and the Target reciept I wrote an entire section of dialogue on because it was the only paper I had.
Its the most precious thing I own…and for some reason I wanted to share that with all of you…
096. I have a exceptionality (that’s what we called it in the education class I took on “Exceptional Children”) that causes my brain to work differently from most of the population.
097. Growing up, I always knew I had it, but I never knew everything it could affect about me. When I took that class and found out all the effects it had on the brain, suddenly many aspects of my personality were explained. I try not to use it as an excuse for my behavior, but it’s nice to have an explanation sometimes.
093. I will always be here for anyone considering a way out…for anyone who needs someone to talk to…because I had no one to turn to…I had to climb out of the darkness by myself and I don’t wish that on anyone…
“This guy’s walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out.A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, ‘Hey you. Can you help me out?’ The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on.Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, ‘Father, I’m down in this hole can you help me out?’ The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on.
“Then a friend walks by, ‘Hey, Joe, it’s me can you help me out?’ And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, ‘Are you stupid? Now we’re both down here.’ The friend says, ‘Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.’”
I’ve been down here before…I’m always here to help…please use me…
I’ve no basis for this…it’s just a paranoia.
It’s very old country, kind of ethnic and NO ONE could pronounce it correctly. I begged my mother to change it for YEARS.
086. As I’ve gotten older…I’ve come to love it so much…I’m the only person I know with my name (except for the relatives I was named for, one of whom passed away long before I was born)…It’s part of what makes me unique.
I’ve been judged my entire life and I know the pain that can be had for a part of you not being understood and accepted by others.
081. It scares me that I’ll never find a guy to love me like that.
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