Hufflepuff!

Cleaning out a bunch of boxes for my folks i found an old binder of my little brother from school. In it I found a paper he wrote about “The Catcher in the Rye.” My brother for the last couple years has told us he has not yet read “The Catcher in the Rye”. upon seeing said paper he still refused to believe he had read it for like 10 minutes, and was just walking around making weird noises because he couldn't believe he got 100% on a paper for a book he doesn't even remember ever reading.

If you have a story in your head please don’t give up because writing can be hard. Try another medium, poetry, play, movie script, short story. I would hate for a wonderful story to not be told because somebody gave up to early or they don’t think its good enough.  Remember when Stephen King first started writing Carrie it was a short story AND THEN he threw the first three pages in the trash. His wife fished them out. Don’t be so judgmental of your own work. You are your own worst critic.

sometimes I tell my brother “cut your hair, you hippie”  I have nothing against hippies. I am just afraid when his hair gets as long as mine it will be prettier. 

I know it’s only a rough draft but I seriously need to finish this freaking essay in 9 hours. I have a damn migraine and its making it really freaking difficult. 3-5 more damn paragraphs. it doesn't help that its 11 o’clock at night. 

I want to use the word “definitely” a lot when communicating via text/messaging. I can never remember how to spell it and spell check never works because it always thinks I mean “definable”, which I also can’t spell. I don’t understand what my malfunction is. I had to look up how to spell those words for this post.  

I was at the store earlier and I heard a childlike excited gasp, I turn and look and there’s a little boy sitting in a shopping cart looking super excited. He whispers excitedly “shy guy!”  (I was wearing my shirt with shy guy on it.) So I say: “do you like shy guy” he nods excitedly  I say: me too. He’s awesome. Every time afterwards(like 3 times) I ran into the kid in the cart he would go “mom, look, shy guy! see!” I’m not sure if I should feel bad that this made my day awesome.