Ok, so just for fun

Since I’m home NOT at jungle crush party and instead am alone in my den of leprosy (more commonly known as the Tridelt guest bedroom where we quarantine all of our sickly residents) I might as well force myself to be more specific than my cop-out previous post and try to imagine how I see my life at [...]

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Happiness is only real when shared

I recently went to my cousin Marcie’s wedding.  At the reception, before dinner was served, my uncle got up in front of the two-hundred and fifty guests Marcie and her husband Greg had invited to deliver his father-of-the-bride speech.  Before he could even begin, I was silently sobbing into my napkin.
My Aunt Lois, Marcie’s mother, died [...]

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39 and Nowhere in Particular

I will live in Louisiana.  I will have dedicated my life to the pursuance of whatever catches my fancy.  I will have only recently arrived and will be getting used to the climate and be finding another job to pay the bills.  I will live in a modest apartment.  I won’t need much to live [...]

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Educated Guesses

It’s obviously near impossible to say anything with certainty here, obviously, but I can guess that if I am lucky enough to be a parent at age 39, I will be an insecure one.  I will fight every instinct in my body to avoid being a “helicopter parent,” who never lets the kids leave the [...]

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Choose Your Own Adventure

It is the eve of my twenty-first birthday – and also the eve of the new year. In approximately 27 seconds, I will take my first legal drink from a bottle of wine with a 1989 vintage; champagne is for the New Years’ revelers. Though I am unsure of many things, I am sure of [...]

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39.

I fear that at age 39 I am going to be one of those women. You know, never married, completely psychotic, lives in a one-bedroom apartment with 9 cats. I don’t know why I feel destined to carry out such an existence; it’s certainly not who I want to be. But I can’t help shake [...]

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I couldn’t even walk 19 years ago. So in another 19. It’s possible.

I would like to say that when I am 39, I will be happy to just be alive— just to still be kicking.  At the moment I can safely say that is not true.
I want to be something great. I want to be respected and have money.  I would love a wife who loves me. [...]

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Smiling and Dreaming

Most of the things in my life concern working for the future without much regard at all to the things I accomplished along the way. As such, I would like to pretend that at age 39, I will have reached a place in life where all of my dreams have come true, and there are [...]

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39

When I was young, I clearly imagined what I would look like as a teenager. I visualized sprouting into someone tall and leggy, with sleek, razor-straight black hair that framed my face in a bob exactly level with my chin. For some reason, I always saw myself walking through the halls of a pristine high [...]

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My Life at 39

I don’t like thinking about the future. Every time I start, I begin to think that I have things figured out, and that I have a clear sense of where my life is headed. And every time I enter this train of thought, my life inevitably takes some wholly unexpected turn. The most glaring example [...]

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In a year, or two, or twenty

Something about the far ahead future is both terrifying and exciting. No, this is not a new revelation. I know many people have said that before, but I thought I’d at least voice my agreement.
The big mental and emotional block for me envisioning myself at age 39 is that that is my mother’s age. Yes, [...]

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Linchpins

I am five and I am in bed with the light off and the door closed.  I dream that a grinning skeleton is hovering above me, running back and forth between the door and my bed.  Each time he comes over my head he sprinkles salt and pepper on me so he can eat me.  [...]

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Julia’s Ten Linchpins

1.) I’m just tall enough to look over the edge of the casket into Themus’ closed eyes. I’m four years old and my patent leather Mary Janes are reflecting the dim light of the funeral parlor. I look over at my cousin; she is six and is standing beside me with her hands gripping the [...]

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10 Windows.

2 ½. I was walking past the box painted with wolves, rabbits, and zebras that formerly held all my balls. It was empty, and as I approached my window I saw that I had built a tower of them reaching the window. I climbed to the top as some gave way and rolled out.  For [...]

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No offense to the dog

I sit up in my “big girl” bed to see my baby sister, Claire, standing in her crib, both hands over the railings, staring at me with her mouth slightly agape.  I yell at her to stop and she doesn’t even flinch.  I pull the covers over my head to hide, but I can still [...]

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“To getting caught”

I imagine there are many other linchpins holding my life together, but these are the those that came up first—sorry there are 11, couldn’t figure out which one to scrap:

Age 5 or 6—The first friend I ever had was an Iranian girl named Shayda. She lived right across the street. We spent an afternoon planning [...]

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Red Hair & Carnie Hands

It is Thanksgiving and I am ecstatic to be swimming with my cousin Maddy in her family’s fancy pool. I am secretly terrified of the automatic vacuum curling around my legs and sucking me under like a giant squid, but I would never pass up an opportunity to hang out with Maddy – although [...]

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Linchpins

I definitely have a lot more than 10, so I did my best to narrow it down.

What I consider to be my first real memory: stomach-down on a tiny yellow skateboard with pink wheels, pushing myself across the tile floor of our kitchen in San Diego. I was a little older than 2 years old.
When [...]

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More Like Lightbulbs That Have Not Yet Burnt Out

These may not be in any particular order.
When I was in first grade, my teacher, Mrs. Holden, made a yarn octopus for every student in the class.  They were arranged on a bulletin board, pinned with care in the shape and coloration of a rainbow.  I picked last, and received a hot pink octopus.  I [...]

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Addenda by Age

1. Age 2yrs 9months: My first day at preschool. My classroom is down a ramp. I have a plastic cup and its handle is a giraffe’s neck. The rest of the giraffe’s body is on the actual cup. I trace sand paper letters with my fingers.
2. Age 3 1/2 yrs: This is the first time [...]

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Pins

1. I stare at this other kid’s little red fire-truck. His mom took him to the bathroom. I have my first experience of stealing something consciously. It was a hallmark moment. I was 4 years old.
2. The hallway is old and dingy with a low yellow light. I just finished my first lesson. I leave [...]

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You’re a magnificent cunt, aren’t you, Miss White?

I’m pretty unflappable when it comes to curse words.  I worked on a cattle ranch throughout middle school and high school, and no one I worked with ever felt the need to censor themselves when in my presence.  In times of stress or frustration, cursing is really the only relief you can give yourself.
“Son of a [...]

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In absence, I feel lonely

We’ve all been so consumed by our essays/haven’t had any blog assignments that we haven’t posted. I feel like the blog got sick and took a week off.
I kind of wonder why we’re hesitant to post off-topic things on our blogs. It’s almost like there is an unwritten rule: assignment or there shall be no [...]

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Survey for another class I am in

Hello classmates,
I apologize for spamming our blog, and promise not to undermine its sanctity in the future. But if any of you fine people have a moment and would like to respond to a question I am polling on for my Media Law and Ethics class, it would be much appreciated. Here is the link:
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=yOkLN7yZmuwdaKTPiLpTqw_3d_3d
It [...]

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Light Authority

As I continually sit down and attempt to type up a workable draft of my first essay, I find that I keep flipping through Consider the Oyster for…I don’t even know what.  Help? Inspiration? I think my hands are hopeful that if they twirl the thin little volume enough, perhaps they’ll start typing sentences of [...]

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Considering Charm

MFK Fisher’s charm is what I most enjoyed in Consider the Oyster.  It is subtle, full of wit, and creates a sort of… warm glow, I suppose, within her text that kept me interested.  At times this charm is so deceptively simple, like in the title of her essay, “Pearls Are Not Good To Eat”.  [...]

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