Debutante

I’m still waiting for Eric to call me. He said he was gonna help me with my precalculus homework.. I’m kinda screwed.. I haven’t been paying attention in that class.. Well.. Last week, I put all my energy into that psycho-cybernetics paper (that I got an A on) and procrastinated my ass off in the process. So.. during those days I was no more than a walking zombie in the daytime and was unable to focus especially in my “you-must-think-in-here” classes.

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And oh, tomorrow, we have a Show and Tell in my English class. I’m still thinking about what I’m gonna bring. I might just end up bringing one of my old journals.. I actually have 3. But the 3rd one is virtually unused.. Well sorta.. I have a picture of Orlando Bloom there somewhere.. With an “I-Love-You” sticker. Tsk. He’s my future husband.. I can feel it already..

Anyway, for the show and tell, we’re supposed to bring something that represents “ourselves” or something that defines me. Well, I know I have been writing all my life just not Dickenesque or Pulitzer-worthy and I have found solace in writing.. I was looking through my journal and saw some cheesy and i-hope-no-one-sees-these poems that I wrote when I was in 8th grade.. That was a tough time for me.. But I got through.. all thanks to my quill and paper and some fighting spirit..

I dont write anymore.. I mean, not in paper, at least.. I blog. I have 4 blogs.. 2 of which are running.. and my Myspace blog is gonna be resurrected soon (I gave up Myspace for lent). Not that I can’t wait to impart my writing skills to people (because then, I won’t really have something to give) but writing for me, is my vent.. It’s what keeps me sane.. It’s my Sensory Deprivation reliever.. It’s my life..

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