emmygarcia
They offered me white wine (which now, looking back on it doesn't even make sense) in a gold goblet. I took it, and lifted it slowly towards my mouth. I took a sip, and was immediately set back. I went into a horrid coughing attack. Hmm... even at God camp for Youths, I guess they actually serve wine. Didn't see that coming... Oh. Right. It's part of the religion. Gotcha.
i felt the cool mist shower my body as i stepped inside. brilliant colors enveloped me and i gazed up at the sky. every shade of red, green, blue shined brightly against the deep indigo sky.
chance. a chance to be someone. a chance to be something. a chance at being happy. something that can't happen in this newly destroyed small town. a chance at survival after that huge hurricane. a chance to start over after everything is ruined.
secretary. okay, so i've always secretly wanted to be a secretary. i think it would be super fun. i don't know. desk life... i really like to organize desks for one, so i'd like that. and i like to type, and i like to write. and yeah, it would suck to not be able to go outside for like... the day, but i really like the chill environment on an office. a secretary just sounds like a fun way to spend some time. perhaps for like an internship, rather than a job. that way, i wouldn't have to do it forever...
destruction reminds me of peanut butter. and this is why.
one bright, happy, and delicious day, i was outside. when. to my disbelief, BEFORE MY EYES, a tree was being murdered. total destruction of the poor little thing. after they cut it down, i hugged it. i hugged that tree for probably an hour. i had sap all over my arms and hands, so i had to go to the school kitchen and get peanut butter to get it off. good thing i don't like peanut butter anyways. because it reminds me of TREE MURDER.
Force. I think of getting my permit. How terrified I was walking into the white, small room. The creepy guy sitting next to me when I was taking my test. He was going for his motorcycle permit. He was creepy, though. The girl on the other side of me. Who was SUPER cocky, and ended up failing. Sucks for her. Cause I passed. But, I took my permit test on May 4th. National Star Wars day. May the fourth be with you (:
Umbrella. I really like umbrellas. I feel classy with them. I can picture myself skipping down the streets of New York City. Wearing jeans, boots, and a red coat. With my little black umbrella shielding me from the rain above. I love the noises that umbrellas make when the rain hits them. I just really like umbrellas in general.
I ALREADY HAD THIS WORD, DAMMIT! I don't like this. I can't even start to think about what to write, because I immediately think of what I wrote last time for silk. Aww man. One word, you have let me down today. I look forward to writing these. Just a random word. Just a little random word to write about. 60 seconds is nothing. I like it. It's a little pointless, but it sure does get the creative juices flowing :D
silk reminds me of this girl i really don't like. "oh, don't touch it! you might wrinkle my silk!" no one REALLY cares, stupid. plus, isn't it kinda hard to wrinkle silk just by touching it? that's how i feel. so, go home, and pet your silk, or whatever. because i honestly don't care. take your scarf, your cashmere sweater, cup of tea, and big sophisticated vocabulary and GO HOME.
poison is a hard word for me, because i always seem to spell it wrong. i can never remember if the i or the o go before or after each other. i usually stay away from it, and just rephrase the sentence so that i don't have to go through trying to remember to spell it correctly. it also reminds me of romeo and juliet...by the way.
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