Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Assignment 1: Questions


I am a fast paced, mentally messy person. I am paranoid and narcissistic. I have to much empathy. I hold to many grudges. I contradict myself. I love dogs. I am over obsessed with aesthetic. I eat to much cereal. I feel the need to define things but I struggle to define things. I am constantly lost, learning, and confused. I make up words. I tell bad jokes. I talk to animals in public.  I am chaotic, and indecisive. I will pet your dog.
Boston. No, south of Boston 40 minutes. 20 minutes north of Providence, Mansfield Massachusetts. So many trees.So many god damn beautiful trees. 19 years, five dogs, 7 cats, twelve rabbits , a guiana pig, hamster, horse,chinchilla, eight thousand fish. Good lord. Suburbia, clean mom, concerned parents, obnoxious child. Catholic school. Catholic middle school. Catholic High School, all girls? Scene phase, strict parents, bad haircuts. Drama club, cant sing, self esteem, boys. School, school, school. Family holidays, ill-awaited gatherings. Drama club, School. Feed the dogs. Let the cat in. Where are you going? Who are you with? Don't use that tone.
 

Honestly I'm not standing on much besides the sheer hope that the future will be bright/ish/er, and the hard work I put into my life will eventually pay off. Life can get pretty darn annoying and depressing. And honestly its just way to much work sometimes. But you've got to remember it will never get any better if you don't try hard. I want to do something fulfilling and satisfactory to me with my life, so I have to work hard.

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  1. SarahReasorAugust 26, 2015 at 11:33 AM

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  2. SarahReasorAugust 26, 2015 at 11:35 AM

    I commented then I felt self conscious about my comment so here is my second attempt.

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  3. SarahAlbaneseAugust 26, 2015 at 11:36 AM

    tru tru

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  4. David Allin ReeseAugust 26, 2015 at 11:36 AM

    As I was reading this, I imagined you writing it like when Spongebob wrote about what not to do at a stop light. You have some awesome material to work with because you have such an awesome story... as far as I can tell. You are only the sum of your experiences and you are a gold mine. There has to be a story behind all those years in Catholic school? I would really want to hear about the time Sister Marissa ripped a boys hair out or when two bunnies named Chester and Ande suddenly turned into twelve with various (maybe no) names.

    You want to do something fulfilling, and I think to do that you have to fulfill where you come from. You have this hilarious, very sporadic history and origin... more than just Boston. Write it girl. Because that shit it funny.

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