Always Love, Nada Surf

I’ve definitely listened to this song a ridiculous amount of times, but I never get tired of it. This song is my life motto and it’s so true. It’s such a hard life motto to live by; it doesn’t seem like it but doing it every day is. This song makes me think of senior year of high school and how Olivia and I would listen to it on the way to school. This concert was the most fun concert I’ve ever been to. I still can’t believe I took the band’s playlist at the concert before they were done playing on accident. I really thought they had already done their encore. I kind of come up with my own meaning to the part about the stairs and the mountain part.

spiritual autobiography

As of right now, I think I'm going to the family one. Every member of my immediate family is very different from each other. I am also a very random person and I think my family played a big part in exactly why I am so random.

9/11

My entire eighth grade class, crowded into a single classroom, was growing restless. The noise level in the classroom managed to escalate from quite murmurs to a roar as we wondered we had been called into Mrs. Lucas’ classroom. Mrs. Lucas, the homeroom teacher and stern motherly figured we all loved, entered and quieted wish a simple “hush.” My class sat in complete silence as she calmly explained the Pentagon and Twin Towers in New York had been attacked. She said the middle school grades would be gathering in the gym so the principle could explain in further detail. Switching to a stern motherly voice, she warned us the elementary children would be told there had just been a fire and if any of us told them there had been attack we would have to answer to her. I didn’t even know what the Pentagon and Twin Towers were, but felt too stupid to ask anyone because everyone else seemed to know exactly what Mrs. Lucas was talking about. I quietly asked my best friend Jessica what the Twin Towers and Pentagon were. She stared at me like I had just asked her who Leonardo Decaprio was. She sighed after her attempted explanation, of how there was some movie she once saw where some guy tried to break into the Pentagon, failed and then she proceeded to complain about how she wouldn’t be able to watch her favorite show. When I got home, I attempted to do my homework as if it was a normal day without success, but learned I actually knew what buildings had been attacked and I just didn’t know their names.

life of the retired

My friend, Ali, invited to me to tag along with her family that was visiting her grandparents. I lived it up in one of those retirement villages that old people flock to in Florida. The youngest person in the community was fifty-six-years-old. A golf cart was a necessity because walking down the street always seemed out of the question; the driveway was constantly filled with visiting neighbors’ golf carts. We drove the golf carts in our hunt for gators, down the street to the nearby fire station, which was the only place we could get service, and even through the Florida state park. We sipped on homemade strawberry margaritas, compliments of neighbor Pat, while we watched orange clouds billow in the sky when the space shuttle took off. I’ve decided being old isn’t half that bad and now I really want a golf cart.

Almost Famous

William turned in place, holding up Penny’s limp body, her arms dangling and feet slightly dragging on the floor on the empty hotel suite. Completely passed out, her head rested against his shoulder; her curly hair fell into her make-up streaked face.

Nervously babbling to the passed out Penny, William professed his love to her. He continued to turn in place holding her up. He knew he wasn’t the first person to tell her this and boldly going where many men had gone before, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She made an almost inaudible noise but remained motionless and fell to the floor with a thud.

Two doctors rushed into the hotel suite and when they asked, William told them her name was Emily. The large pudgy man in a blue sweater and middle aged woman in a dress frantically carried “Emily” to the bathtub by her hands and feet. Penny slurred and made sluggish movements to bat them away as they attempted to force a rubber hose down her throat. “Emily you’re going to have to cooperate,” the large man kept saying. William hung back and watched with a blank expression. Penny cringed, trying to keep her mouth shut and squirm to avoid the hose, but the large doctor kept a firm grip on her until it was down.

“All done. Now we have to feed some liquid into your stomach,” the doctor said as he held her in place. Penny began puking into the tub. William slowly lowered himself onto the couch. He watched as Penny’s toes curled every time she bent back over the tub. The corners of his lips turns up ever so slightly as he looked at the woman he loved.

Leash Kid

My sister should have been a leash kid. Serina was an impossible toddler, always running away on any shopping excursion. She would either be found giggling hysterically or balling her eyes out. I was seven-years-old and a big girl, so my mom had told me to bring her back as she bolted towards the produce section. After running around in circles and chasing her through the shopping carts, I had managed to catch her and struggled to hold her hand as she tried to squirm away.

I dragged Serina to the closest aisle, where I thought my mom had gone, but she was no where to be found. I checked the next aisle, but still no luck. Several aisles later, I started to panic because I still could not find my mom. I was lost; I never realized how big the grocery store was and now I would never find my mom. I was doomed to wander around the grocery store for the rest of my life; I would have to live there and somehow keep track of my nuisance of a sister. This was all my sister’s fault. I hated her. I hated her. I hated her. I burst into tears.

The manager of the store found me clutching my sister’s hand, who was tugging in an effort to make her next escape. I nodded my head when he asked me if I was lost and somehow managed to give him a description of what my mom was wearing. All he understood from my blubbering was a “pink dress” and “gold earrings.” Just as we were about to look for my mom, she walked up. She was wearing jeans and a green sweatshirt, an outfit completely opposite of what I had just described. Luckily, she was friends with the manager or he might have been skeptical to let us go with her. I’m pretty sure he knew my sister from her constant escapes and I wish he would tell my mom to get Serina a leash, and then this could have all been avoided.

1) When I was a little kid, I would always wake up in the mornings to my mom handing me a glass of chocolate milk.

2) It usually takes at least ten minutes for a waitress to notice that I've sat down and need a menu every time I go to Sunrise Cafe.

3) Whenever it's really cold outside, the kids at the daycare I work at cry until I pick them up.

4) Every Thanksgiving, my dad manages to unintentionally delay eating the food by blessing what seems to be every member of the extended family.