New Lessons to Learn

A really odd thing happened yesturday. I wrote a short story. From a man's P.O.V. A sexually aroused man's point of view at that. Wierder things haven't happened, but hey, I'm okay. Maybe this is a new leaf to peel back...whatever in worlds that means. For goodness sakes, I read the the piece back and I didn't even recognize it as my own. Freaky stuff. Like I remember writing it out and the other, but I can't recreate the emotions in my mind that drove this one outta me. I guess some stuff just comes out and you can't really negotiate the details. I stopped though. I'm afraid I can't claim this one. Here it is.

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http://www.quizilla.com/stories/9819364/izaaks-contridiction

The Look-A-Like

Tell me why it seems I'm always not in the right place at the right time? My mom called me today on her way home, as she usually does, but her voice sounded especially hype: she had some good news. Honestly, the first thing that came to my mind was, "did we get the house??". We're shopping around for a new house. But by the tone of her voice, I could sense it was better than that; it was indeed. She was on MARTA and by a fluke of events, a young man who happened to look like the male model Tyson Beckford was sitting across from her, wearing simply blue jeans and a white T. I couldn't believe that woman's luck. WOW. I egged her to take a picture, but it couldn't happen with out being too obvious. She said when he got off, all the women near her started chatting and giggling about him, and I bet they were. Hmmm. I wish things like this would happen to me...but wait, only I would want the guy to look like Kevin Michael:) Jeesss. Jeess.

The Book About Nothing

So when I first realized that the book I've been creating was deleted, I was kind of upset. But I got over it. I just had to accept it was gone and there was no turning back. So I let it go. I started all over again. (Which wasn't all that bad.) Anyway, the book is still under heavy construction and has more potential than ever. I can't wait until it's finished and I can publish it and hold it and say, "look, this is what I have made, an actual book". It won't be long now.

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Famous Stars League

My mom and I were just talking about famous people when I had this delayed epiphany. I call it delayed because I don't know why I haven't delved into the idea before,: famous (and rich) people have it MADE. I mean, seriously. There are few things that I can think of at the moment that can't be fixed with a $million+ annual income and famous connections. Worst comes to worst, you get down and you can just call up Usher to serenade you, or have P-Diddy throw you a party on his yacht, or call up Doctor Phil to give you a pep-talk, or even go on a shopping spree with Sarah Jessica Parker. Okay, maybe not all famous people have such valuable connections, but that doesn't mean they couldn't. They could definitely approach fellow stars who they admire and ask for a picture or autograph without coming off as "the crazed fan". What advantages they have at their disposal! And of course, there's the money. Money, money, money. So much of it and (if they have the sense to manage it right) enough to last a lifetime. The only thing that I might get tinged by from time to time is the all-seeing presence--the paparazzi. They really do seem annoying. But besides those bimbos, it'd be sweet to live that life. Drake, now I gotta go get famous just to see if I'm right.

Music Discovery 'O The Day

I've never been a huge fan of rock bands with loud guitar lines, screaming lead vocalists, and insanely inaudiable lyrics. Surprise, surprise because today's Discovery 'O The Day is along those lines: "Bulls On Parade" by Rage Against The Machine. In such a time appropriate era as well. The Message: War is a never ending game of Russian Rullette, while it's reasoning is mysterious, the outcome is obvious. *M.F.E.

A Poptart A Day...

So I'm just wondering--what is it that makes pop tarts so good? Is it the light frosting that compliments its breaded texture? Or maybe it's the irresistible filling on the inside that's just the right amount of sweet...I'm at a loss. No matter the mysterious reason, I find that most of my friends are addicted to this delightful little pastry as well. I still remember when we realized that the school vending machine had finally switched over to the 2-pack pouch instead of selling just one measly pop tart. We all grinned in satisfaction and high-fived. I've got to hand it to Kellogg's, even the little animated characters on the packages make me crack a smile; it's an all around good thing.