School’s ending/ University’s beginning/ Leaving the old home/ Old family leaving/ Growing up/ Maturing/ What’s that mean?
The worst thing is that I don’t know if anyone will be there for me.
A man sitting next to a pirate in the tavern finally works up the nerve to ask about his wooden peg leg.
‘”M’ nemesis, bitt’rest of foes, had me walk the plank. Cursed shark made a mangled mess of it ‘fore me crew hoisted me up.’”
Noticing the man watching his gesturing hook hand, he continued,
“He only bested me because a year ago the dreaded red beard took me left hand, me best fighting hand, with his last, dying sword stroke.
“And the eye patch, was that also red beard, or was it your current nemesis?” inquired the man.
“A seagull pooped in me eye. Arrr.”
“Really?! A seagull?”
“Aye. ’twas the first day I had the hook.”
So as per the University of Waterloo’s Career Development eManual, I am going to make a series of short blurbs about seven pride experiences. It sounds like they’re all about gay pride or something, but no. I wish it were that interesting.
I’ll have to cover instances when I did something with a passion and explain why I enjoyed executing the task so much. And so.
Allons-y…
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Benjamin Button is not so curious; I am old, too, while young in years. And I imagine that when I grow up, I will look as vital and act as enthusiastic as I will wish to have been when I was younger.
Although… I haven’t exactly read Benjamin Button, so I can’t really compare.
FU-U-U-U-UCK DEPRESSION. JUST FUCK IT.
Thoughts!
Fugitive Pieces in a sentence:
“I’m hung up on my abducted sister–boo-hoo–but, wait, if I screw this woman… willIfeelbetter!”
Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Have my babies.
It is very possible to appear furious while enjoying some good ole chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
Just think of flat-screen TVs.
But it is also very possible that you are not Melissa, so I guess that sentence doesn’t make sense. On more than one level.
