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I walked by the window, at first indifferently, but then I had to double back for a quick reality check. Was I seeing what I thought I was seeing? Indeed, I was; a scarf alight with flashing led bulbs, complete with random adornments of ribbon and sequins. It was the tackiest thing I’d ever seen. I had to have it.

» Posted By sophia On 03.11.2011 @ 11:58 am


i wondered why people wonder about things. i wonder about a lot of things. i wonder how things would be different if ONE thing changed in my life. if my parents didn’t get back together after the first seperation. how would my life be? would i know my father? would i know the BLANKS? would i BE a BLANK?

» Posted By Sophia On 03.09.2011 @ 7:02 pm


acurate, reliable, boring, not-creative, maths, science, not-art, specified, exact, spec prosciutto, not love, not life

» Posted By sophia On 03.03.2011 @ 5:26 am


keychains are really good to express personality. if you’re angry you can get a keychain that you squeeze when it happens. or if you’re girly you can get something like Legally Blonde. i personally love keychains. but they break all too easily. we need sturdier keychains.

» Posted By Sophia On 02.27.2011 @ 3:19 pm

I never carried keychains around on my backpack when I was schoolgirl. I always thought keychains were cool because the popular girls would attach them to their backpacks, and they would clink and clack as they bounced up and down on the bags, but I suppose I never thought I was cool enough to be apart of the unspoken, keychain club.

» Posted By sophia On 02.27.2011 @ 12:46 pm


hair haircut scary knives shaving cream men

» Posted By Sophia On 02.24.2011 @ 2:10 pm


Mango’s are good! I love eating them any time of year but they aren’t always ripe. However I really hate getting those strings in your mouth!! but I’d never give up eating mango’s cause of those strings!

» Posted By Sophia On 02.22.2011 @ 8:03 pm


I wrote a card to Pat the other day. Its not the first card I’ve ever written to her. Ever since I’ve gotten to college I’ve written her. Shes somebody who I could never call on the phone. Both of us are better on paper.

» Posted By Sophia On 02.20.2011 @ 6:12 am


Revolt! People with voices, people with feelings, a mass of people, common people, individual people, who rise up in an enormous, vibrating mass. the other side of waiting in lines and filling out paperwork. coarse, physical, angry, proud, fierce. Like the percussion section of an orchestra, pounding throughout the triumphant strings section.

» Posted By Sophia On 02.11.2011 @ 3:52 am


Commonly known as drugs can respirate your health and wellbeing but can also be referred to as more harmful drugs such as weed and marijuana.

» Posted By sophia On 02.07.2011 @ 11:05 am


I feel better now. Problem solved. I no longer have to wonder what’s for lunch, whether or not to hang the laundry, or what to do next. Weather is cold and rainy, so I’m off to bed!

» Posted By Sophia On 01.24.2011 @ 2:41 am


the hot walls pressed in around her, she felt as if someone had thrown her from frying pan to fire, the world was like a whole new torture. The end seemed like a better place than this. She was stuck in something she didn’t understand, in over her head.

» Posted By Sophia On 01.23.2011 @ 5:02 am


It saved my life; rowing. It pulled me out of the gutter and brought me into a world of discipline, skill and talent. It showed me that I COULD do it. I could be the best and work myself as hard as I never thought I could. Thank you, Row New York. You’ve saved my life.

» Posted By sophia On 01.17.2011 @ 8:54 pm


It dripped. Slowly. The constant splat of the drop of water against the bottom of the basin. The inscescant drip killed him. He couldn’t hold his anger in for much longer. Soon he’d explode. Soon he’d win.

» Posted By sophia On 01.16.2011 @ 11:41 am


Smething I feel when everything is going my way when I’ve done some pretty hard work and the results have shown. I am generally optimistic by nature, though. I also enjoy optimism in other people ires me to be more ocnfident in my own
Optimism is the key to trying to get something right or going. Optimmism often drivees perseverance and infects others to persevere as well. If we wree all optimiic by nature, we might make a bewouldn’t give up so easily.

» Posted By Sophia On 12.20.2010 @ 5:59 pm


“I’ve been working on the railroad all the live day…” The song filled the room and slowly began to work at my insides. Repeated, over and over. so annoying. I was going to break or kick something. Holy mother of god that’s awful.

» Posted By Sophia On 11.23.2010 @ 1:27 pm


Snowflakes. Swirling, diving dancing. With the wonder of snow also comes the harsh winter, the cold days and the even colder nights. THe long sunless days and the unattractive cloths. But does the wonder o of the first snowfall make all better? Yes, yes it does.

» Posted By Sophia On 11.22.2010 @ 4:13 pm


I like ducks. There beautiful yellow color, the color of happiness, the color of warmth. There adorable bodies, with waddling feet and puffy tails. I love ducks.

» Posted By Sophia On 11.17.2010 @ 12:38 pm


A cowboy. well, i never thought I could feel this dizzy, so why should his profession change that? But still.Cowboy like swinging a rope, chasing cows and yelling “yeehaw!”? Well, just focus on that those blue, blue eyes and try to move on…

» Posted By Sophia On 11.16.2010 @ 3:03 pm


I Knew it was here. It had to be. The scrap of meaning I want. No need. The meaning of life is something out of mind, out of thought that occasionally comes out to bother you, like a bird that always manages to get up before you do. But it had been bothering me too long, and now i needed to find it. Where else to look but the place no one else would? Why not look in a junkyard.

» Posted By Sophia On 11.14.2010 @ 3:51 pm

I live in a junkyard. By myself. No friends or family come to visit me here, here in my world of misfit toys, of thrown out food, and washed up treasures. They think my home is dirty, that I’m dirty, but really there just too clean. But I suppose that’s just the way of the world, the modern one, at least.

» Posted By Sophia On 11.14.2010 @ 3:45 pm


i used to love the materials of my life. i had red paper, the happy kinf, and the blues and greens, which helped make the sad times. I had sissors to cut off what i didn’t want, and i had glue to piece it all back together. I had sparkles to highlight the best of things, and i used them often. but now they all just look like a pile of crap.

» Posted By Sophia On 11.13.2010 @ 10:11 am


How many stamps do I need for this letter? Who the hell knows. Apparently it costs 7-something to send a letter in one day. Maybe I’ll just drop this one off myself.

» Posted By Sophia On 09.26.2010 @ 8:09 am


I want to punch this computer and this stupid website in the face. It is not working. I wrote a good piece but it didnt work. There is no timer on this so I could be writing this all day.

» Posted By Sophia On 09.15.2010 @ 6:04 am

Today I was walking down the streets and I saw an inncocent child get punched in the face. I was a little shocked why this kid was punched in the face. Was it because of his ethnicity? His age? I was puzzled.

» Posted By Sophia On 09.15.2010 @ 5:58 am


At the top of the loft sat a small bear. Stained with old painting, food, and wearing Mardi Gras beads around it shot neck. It would be a terrible idea to wash such a disgustingly delicate bear now. it was too old and it wouldn’t survive the wash, much less the drying. The entire bear was now caked in what was once precious memories, now a constant remind of just how dirty it was to the Uncle who had bought it for his niece so long ago.

» Posted By Sophia On 08.29.2010 @ 6:49 pm


My head on my pillow, I drift off the the world that truly is my escape. The world of dreams. Where anything can happen, where I can be anything I want to be. This is my true escape.

» Posted By Sophia On 08.05.2010 @ 7:58 pm


a century she had lived. a century she had seen pass before her eyes as she sat on her front porch. the porch of the house where she was born, where she had lived for a century, and where she would now die.

» Posted By Sophia On 06.02.2010 @ 7:45 pm


i saw the train coming down the mountain side, belching thick black smoke out of its tall chimney top. it was bright red and had a aura of mystery about it, as if it had been chugging down this mountain for years and years and someone had forgotten about it completely.

» Posted By Sophia On 05.31.2010 @ 7:48 pm


there was this couch in my basement. it smelled like a hamster and a new car when we first got it. my friends were over and we were watching tv and laying on blankets waiting for my mom to come home with bagels. somehow i relate this memory to peanut butter. i still have that couch.

» Posted By Sophia On 05.31.2010 @ 7:34 am

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