Paper Dolls

What mold do you fit in? Is it big or small? Do you ever feel like people judge you?

Do you cry in the shadows of your un-lit room and wish that it's your heart that they saw? Does shopping make you angry because they don't carry your size at J. Crew?

As sad as it seems, it's our image they see, and it's what they base their response on. And no matter how happy or smart you are, (if you're fat or too skinny or tall or too dark) they push you out of the crowd.

It's time to break free of societies molds and to burn all the paper dolls. See him for his laughter and her for her brains and not for what you call imperfections.

Bend your perception of a black man's "ways" or flirt with a girl who's obese. By breaking the rules of our modern day, you'll be making a statement; be proud.

You're changing they way that a stranger thinks, and making a sad soul soar. And by slowly letting "outcasts" in, we'll all be better for it.

So burn your paper dolls and break free from what's the norm. Who knows what could happen when we all have a shot of becoming what we know that we fit.

Too Tired

I've been pretty tired the last few days and haven't been happy with the things I've written...

If I get free time at lunch today maybe I'll post, otherwise, I'll be back in a few days.


Thanks for stopping by-I really appreciate that you all read!

Mags

An Original Title

• I think people who call their pets "Critters" should be shot. Either that or eaten by said "critters".
• What the heck does "Boondoggie" mean? It was used asa destination, like, "I'm going down to Boondoggie". WHAT?!
• Getting stuck in a locked corridor is a little freakyin inself, let along being stuck with 2 men who look EXACTLY alike, but are not related at all. Big fat greasy men who breath heavy and do not smile. Fun,fun!
• Sometimes you just want to quit, but you can't because people expect you to keep going. That is good, and bad.
• I wish I could afford a trip. I can't, but I am really aching to travel and explore.
• Mowing a wet lawn is hard work. It makes for a tired Mags. That's why my lawn is not raked. Man do I needa lawn boy!
• Seeing someone who looks just like someone else is weird enough, but when they are a different race altogether, it's even more weird. It makes you want to stare.
• 4 tests in 3 days! Ugh!
• 270 internship hours in my near future. This is on top of 40 hrs of regular work, 16.5 hrs of school and studying, eating, sleeping and visiting with family and friends. Guess which parts will have to be eliminated? :(
• Company picnic today-hopefully the day will be filled with fun, food and frolic. Oh, and horseback riding!!!

Toosdae ?'s

1. Would you rather wake up half your age and half your intellegence, OR twice your age and twice your intellegence?

2. Do you have a lucky or favorite number? If so, what is it and why?

3. If you could spend 1 week anywhere in the world, or 2 weeks relaxing uninterupted at home, which would you choose? If you chose travel: where would you go, if you chose home: what would you do first?

1. My first instinct was to say 1/2 my age, but then I'd have to relive the hell years. I'll take the twice my age. Maybe I'll end up happy and successful and so being old won't matter.

2. I don't know if it's lucky, but 23 is my favorite number. It was my softball number all through high school and for some reason it just stuck with me. 128 was Matt's number and that sort of follows me around too, but it is definatly NOT lucky, nor my favorite.

3. I would choose to travel. Discovering new places is one of my most favorite things to do. Assuming this would be funded by someone else, I would go to Italy and explore the little towns and ask the locals to show me their favorite spots. Ahh....it's nice to dream, isn't it?

Untitled-for now

My carefree days were spent in spinning in sundresses with my hair flying freely as the grass called softly to me, telling me it was ready to catch me if I fell.

The summer humming bugs beckoned me to find them, hiding behind bushes and trees, and under rocks and logs. I never found one, but it was not for lack of trying.

My backyard became a country, foreign and romantic, with people who wanted to be friends. They showed me the way of their world, and begged me to stay when the sun hid behind the night, telling me they would miss me when I was gone.

Little did they know, I would miss them too...

My nights were not carefree. They were dread-filled and tiring.

And lonely.

Burdened with secrets no child should harbor, I learned the art of smiling when I wanted to cry, and how to play with friends who didn't exist.