My brother came in at the moment, ready to walk up to eat. I didn’t care to ask Ginny whether she wanted to come, too, so I just decided to go ahead without her.
Blinded by anger, I walked out without even seeing the stairs of ice. My foot couldn’t settle on anything as a step. [...]
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28 Dec 09
26 Nov 09
Thanksgiving Day is eating copious amounts of good, home cooked food at the cost of sacrificing a day of tranquility and sanity to be with the family. The anticipation for the feast is equalized by the dread of the arrival cheek-picking masses. Food=good. Family=bad. Once you have experienced the annual torture, though, we are reminded [...]
21 Oct 09
You know, reading a play is really just the equivelent of evaesdropping on someone’s conversation. As a reader, we are the gossip addict with our ears pressed against the door. Despite that, I find them interesting — how an entire complex story can be told all though casual informal dialouge.
I considered writing this in modern English [...]
26 Jun 09
Relief broke out across my face as I found the top step. Never before had those three flights of stairs seemed so torturous. Then again, never before had I faced them with only four hours of stored energy to spare. I trudged into the room for my psychology class – the object of my sleep [...]
