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Sunday, 12:01 AM.
I just conquered posting my weekend stories in 10 minutes. I am a genius.

I've decided on my college; Monmouth University.
It's in West Long Branch, New Jersey. I'm really excited because I will be a criminal justice major.(:

Here is a picture for you.
(Me, Mommy, and Daddy when I was a baby(: )
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I am soooo excited because I just got accepted into the Honors Program at Philadelphia University!  Philadelphia University has been my top college choice for a while now, and I am pretty sure that I will be attending that school in the fall.  A few months ago, I heard the great news of my acceptance into the Biology program.  Now, not only will I be studying biology; I will also be allowed to take at least seven honors courses, which are basically just more challenging versions of the courses that I will already be required to take.  I am a little nervous and unsure of how intense these classes will be, but I know that the high quality education that I have received over the last few years at SLA has prepared me well.  I can not wait to start my life as a biology major!

I just realized it was 11:50 at night and I don't remember if I posted a story yesterday.
I hate this everyday story thing. It's really hard to keep track when you work and stuff on the weekend.
I think I missed 4 or 5 already. AWESOME. THAT'S LIKE 20 POINTS. WTF.

Yesterday, Jake Lotkowski (sp) and Jhonas Dunakin came over for my brother. When I got home, they were in my basement creating havoc on my nice, peaceful house.

Today I had work. Tomorrow night, I have work. Currently, I am watching Ghost Adventures.

Well Mr. Chase, here's another poem.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Storytelling class is fun,
but these every day stories are killing me.

(: Sincerely,
Melissa.

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Another memory in the hospital is when i feel in love with this boy and he had bought a valentine for me and even woke up really early to give it too me. one of the nurses rushed in and took me downstairs to the gift shop to get a valentine for him also so it wouldn't be one sided. I paid for it of course so it's okay. we went back up and walked into the teen room where he was waiting. he looked at me and smile and i smiled back then we slid each other our valentines. I can't remember fully after that but we did talk alot. i'd always go to his room cause he was sicker. Unfortunately he passed away and i was crushed. but i still have his card that he gave me. sometimes i look at the card and go over all the memories i just wish he didn't have to go. 

She has gypsy blood hidden in her veins.
His father was a quiet man.
She has a long-lost sibling.
He lost a sibling long ago.
She drowned library books in a murky pond.
He wanted to be a priest.
She wanted to be a nun.
He spoke Chinese.
She taught herself Spanish but daydreamed in French.
He kept his faith.
She lost hers.
He built a car.
She wanted six boys.
He wanted five girls.
She scuba dived.
He was once invited to join.
They scuba dived.
She knew what she wanted in her youth.
He has yet to decide.
She bleached her hair blond and smoked her mother's cigarettes.
He is tall.
She is short.
They met while doing heroic things.
She the ears.
He the hands.
They were romantic.
They were spontaneous.
They married on a holiday.
They danced to Ella Fitzgerald.  
They planned.
They bought an abandoned house.
They reproduced.
They made a home.
Every now and again they share a tale of times long since past.
Their children doubt.
Perhaps because of selfishness.
Perhaps because these same voices read them fictional tales.
They age.
They tire.
They grow jaded.
Yet they ensure that for however fleeting a time their children never age.
Never tire.
Never grow jaded.
They go to the movies.
They giggle as they clean.
They disgust the young with public displays of affection.
They have spoiled.

Another memory in the hospital is when i feel in love with this boy and he had bought a valentine for me and even woke up really early to give it too me. one of the nurses rushed in and took me downstairs to the gift shop to get a valentine for him also so it wouldn't be one sided. I paid for it of course so it's okay. we went back up and walked into the teen room where he was waiting. he looked at me and smile and i smiled back then we slid each other our valentines. I can't remember fully after that but we did talk alot. i'd always go to his room cause he was sicker. Unfortunately he passed away and i was crushed. point is , if you really love someone please please cherish them you might not have them tomorrow 

She fell in love; he didn't. 

*I was gonna write a once sentence story anyway. I get online, and everybody's stories are 6 words long. My laziness has perfect timing. 

This week was difficult so all I did was sleep and I'm going to sleep some more.

No "T"ea doc. You find some?

Im hungry, chews loud...chase comments...:D

Here is a paper I wrote in Sophomore year.

​"Say yes."
"Yesh," I said.
"Say Sexy."
"Shexy."
"Say best."
"Besht," I replied.
A crowd of people were huddled around me spitting out words for me to say and laughing at my lisp. It was just the other daythat i had gotten my tongue guard, which gave me a pretty noticeable lisp when I spoke. It was hilarious even I thought so.
"Say Sassafras."
"Shashshafrash."
Laughter came bursting out. My lisp was the new fascination. I was excited for the rest of the day to come. I would be the center of attention because of my goofy speech. I was relieved. I thought the tongue guard would damage me but to my surprise it captivated me. As the day went by people would laugh at my lisp, along with myself.
"Say so."
"Sho."
"Say soda."
"Shoda," I replied
Another episode of laughter came bursting out. After the first and second week the humor worn off. Others adjusted to my lisp, as did my tongue adjust to the tongue guard on the roof of my mouth.

.....To be continued

My mom thinks Despicable Me is an action movie. I'm not sure how the conversation even started but we argued about this for the entire ride home.

mom- "How is Despicable Me not an action movie??! It has SOOO much action in it!"
me- "Despicable Me? The movie with the cute little yellow guys and kids that like unicorns?"
mom- "Yeah and that Vector guy! He's a villain and he wants to take over the world... that's very action-y."
me- "No. Despicable Me is a family comedy cartoon movie. Not an action movie."
mom- "But I'm saying, it has action in it! Like what about the piranha gun?? That's very dangerous."
me- "No mom. The point of the movie is a happy family movie. Something like the Bourne Identity, or Iron Man- that's an action movie. ...Have you ever even seen an action movie?"
mom- "Of course! Despicable Me, um... how to train your dragon, the pacifier..."
me- "Mom. Those are all family comedies."
mom- "No they're not! They are very action-y. I was scared at times."
me- "*sigh* Okay mom... okay."

He was born, and then  died

 

 

The love of my life gone

 

Gone to war, came home never

First zombie appears, shot zombie. Done

Tough roads now but sunshine ahead.

Oh they don't bite! Never return.

Sweet smiles, hidden secretes in it.

"Perfect sunny weather tomorrow!" Clouds outside.

Departed at noon, arrived by dawn.

1.     •   Best friends. Boyfriend Cheated, Friend Gone.

2.     •    Stressed. Took a vacation, never came back.

3.     •     One night. Baby came. Father left.

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