Yeah, it's plain to see
That baby you're beautiful
And it's nothing wrong with you
It's me – I'm a freak
But thanks for lovin' me
Cause you're doing it perfectly
There might have been a time
When I would let you step away
I wouldn't even try but I think
You could save my life
Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Today, I got fired. It will be the best thing that ever happens to me in my adult life.
I brought my last paycheck to the bank.
“Which account would you like to deposit this in?” the bank teller asked routinely.
“I’d like to cash it.” Not routinely.
I had no use for five-hundred dollars in cash now. My rent was paid for the rest of this month and I had enough in my purse to buy groceries. Besides, the practical thing to do would be to move back in with the ‘rents and mooch off of them for a while until I get another job. That money belongs in my savings account.
I do these impulsive things sometimes. It doesn’t make sense, but I do it as if it makes perfect sense. I calmly put the money into my bag and walk out purposefully. The teller probably thinks I’m going to go on a shopping spree or something sensible like that.
I head towards my apartment since I’m not motivated enough to go job hunting so soon after being laid off. I pass by a video rental store and walk in. Another one of those impulsive things.
Hmm...I hate horror...I can’t take serious movies seriously...action bores me...romantic comedy makes me pity myself for still being single.... A red cover on a corner shelf suddenly catches my eye. There is a girl and a boy standing ten feet away from each other, just staring at each other. They don’t look like lovers, but the cover says, “Love me if you dare.” I decided to rent it. Why not?
Back on my couch, snuggled into soft blankets, I start the movie with a tub of ice cream.
Two French children are the main characters in the movie. The boy’s mother dies and the girl holds him through the night while his father is getting drunk somewhere.
That’s so selfish! When I get married and have kids, my husband better not be such a flake.
Don’t worry. I’ll be there for them.
I told you already, I don’t want to marry you! Why do you stick around?
As they grow older, the boy and girl remain best friends and they have fun by daring each other to do things. The girl in the movie dares the boy to flash their psychology professor. The boy dares the girl to swim seven laps in the mall fountain in a bikini.
I dare you to say, “I have the hottest girlfriend in the world and am a loser who doesn’t deserve to be her boyfriend.”
I have the hottest girlfriend in the world and am a loser who doesn’t deserve to be her boyfriend.
Have you no dignity? Why would you say such things?
Because it’s true.
The girl dares the boy to go to prom with his lab partner. The boy dares the girl to make a man fall in love with her.
I dare you to kiss another girl in front of me!
No.
What? I want to see you kiss another girl! You did all those other things.
I won’t do anything that will hurt you, even if it’s what you want.
They keep daring each other to do these stupid things, getting more humiliating and more dangerous as they grow increasingly aware of how they feel for each other. The ending is tragic but beautiful.
My ice cream has melted into a repulsive milkshake mush in the carton. I watched the movie a second time and halfway through I turned off the tv. I threw away the ice cream, called for a cab to the train station and packed a suitcase with my five hundred dollars plus grocery money. I want to watch the movie with that boy who wanted to marry me.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/usnews/20091224/
The government had stayed away from controvertial issues but, it looks like Senate is taking a stand now on many issues. Healthcare used to be a controvertial issue, but we are definitely making more progress than ever before. Some provisions are great, like removing a benefits cap, providing for people who have pre-existing conditions, subsidizing people with low incomes and taxing people who tan and bring skin cancer upon themselves although that's weird for the government to target such personal preferences like that....
On top of that Senate is not going to support any insurer that provides abortion aid, even if it's not with federal funds. Wow. That's a pretty firm anti-choice stand that I totally disagree with. It's one thing to say you cannot use federal funds for abortions (though it's making the same declaration), but to completely refuse support to any company that is pro-choice is imo way out of line.
He held it so lightly and naturally that his knobby and frail fingers
didn’t seem able to hold up the long bow. He secured the violin
between his chin and shoulder, bringing up the violin like a child to
his face.
“My father always wanted to learn to play the violin. He always said
it was how the heart cried and spoke its sympathy.”
Ever gently, the horsehairs caressed the strings softly yet producing
sounds that filled the hallows of your body. His fingers pressed up
and down, shifting high and low, and his arm glided back and forth
like a conductor leading the music to beauty.
Grandpapa never talked much about himself and did not talk at all
unless it was something important. But now as he played, he disclosed
every intimate thought and feeling of his life. I watched his face
display the sorrow and sympathy his violin spoke of, the most
vulnerable sides of human nature.
Even though I had never been through any sort of tragedy, the music
evoked some hidden memory of sadness all souls must hold deep within
their hearts. My heart was sore.
The piece ended on a soft trailing note and an obligatory silence,
naturally rendered sacred by the loveliness of the song.
“Grandpapa, that was such a beautiful song. What is it called?”
“I don’t know, but I like to think it’s about love.”
You need to practice two things to be a good writer:
1. Read
2. Write!
For a many (especially me), it's hard to write consistently. So, I started a website called Sparkworks (http://sparkworks.webs.com) that provides creative prompts for writers every week that you can submit your writings to. To give those who need something to push them, I am offering $10 gift certificates to those who you submit a work of writing every week for 12 weeks straight.
You don't need to register, submit your real name or anything. Just submit your writing that is related to the prompt. Where else can you earn money for writing, regardless of subject or quality. Only quantity counts here.
I know a lot of you Xangans write profusely anyway, and for a limited time (until my money runs out) just submit something related to the prompt and I'll reward you =)
Get writing!
You are my darkness, my absolute darkness.
You put me to sleep in the safety of your night.
In an all too hot world, your shade shelters,
and in an all too ugly world, your blackness blinds.
We talk of race and money, youth and coffee and cream.
We're trying to find the friction,
so we talk and search and dream
of the friction to warm us--us and our cold burgers,
of the friction to bank our curves, and
of the friction to burn skin.
We care of those but crave for that
of the friction to spark ignition,
ignite these cobwebs, unsettle the dust.
But by the end among the crumbs and crust,
and after the cold has taken our seats,
we lack the contact that defines what we seek.
Recent Comments