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John: hey, "dave"!
C!Dave: whats up
John: remember when you told me you like mcr?
C!Dave: uhhh yeah? why?
John: i've been practicing one of their songs on piano!
C!Dave: nice! show me!
John: *hits that g-note*
C!Dave: *immediately starts crying*
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There’s a local sandwich shop that we frequent called Jersey Girl and they’ve got a lot of records on the walls from famous Jersey artists so you’ve got your Springsteen, you’ve got Bon Jovi, Sinatra, the Smithereens, etc. (yet no Whitney, interesting...). I’m just waiting for the day she finally puts up Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, or at least Welcome to the Black Parade, I mean come on.
I hear the E key being played in my head.
y’all some of the things i used to write i’m looking at now and they were abominations🤮
When I was 10, All I did was play video games and go to school. I was in the 5th grade, the same year I began playing trumpet. At the time music wasn't such a big part of my life. I was 10, there really wasn't much on my mind. When I was 13, All I did was cry and that was the year I began to write. The year was 2010, I was in the 8th grade, and that was the year I learned the pain of losing a friend. Music started becoming more important in my life. And this was when the nightmares became frequent at night. When I was 14, All I did was write and complain. School was a joke, football was a pain, and band an annoyance. To me everything was mundane. Yet that was the year I met my best friend, And without her in my life, I don't know if I'd be sitting here tonight. This was also the time when I learned of what love was and what it could do. This was when I became scared of the truth. When I was 16, I was in the middle of my junior year. All was fine until that one bus ride, that honestly changed my life. I got involved with a girl that I had no clue who she was. All I knew was, she ran away after a Monday rehearsal, and was found after two days on top of a church completely okay. And there I was, A month later, sitting next her. Her hand in mine, head on my shoulder, and me confused and surprised. She taught me a lot. But at that time it was too much. And we haven't spoken since. When I was 17, I was getting ready to graduate. Class of 2014, the year love struck me. Fell for a girl, who I thought was going to be my world. But my idiocy got the best of me, And within a blink of an eye, I was in college, 4 hours away, Feeling empty and scared. This was the time I began to reflect. And this was when I started clinging to my friends. Now I am 18, Sitting on the bathroom floor Writing this out, trying to ignore The churning in my stomach, like I've opened a hellish door to settle some kind of horrific score. But I think back on what is now the past. A lot of first times have occurred and I don't want to take them back. I've enjoyed my time here, even with all the pain and fear. And as I sit looking at the palm of my hand, I can count all of my friends, and I know I can rely on each of them. What the future holds, I do not know. But I'm ready to face it head on, and start my path into the unknown. And to P, A, L, and M Thank you for distracting me when I thought it was the end.
"When I Was..." By R. Zavala
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My computer time was sketchy yesterday--have you answered age 10 for the way-back meme?
I have not! Let me step into my way-back machine....*wavy lines, blurry camera focus*
We had a big transition there, my dad left the airlines and went into carpentry/contracting with his brother. So we left the big city and moved back to Texas and into the sticks. We were renting an old (possibly haunted) farmhouse with two rooms that were dangerous to go into because the doors would stick in the middle of a pear orchard and just past an old dump...old enough that it was virtually an archaeology dig waiting to happen, really. I'd have posted pictures of a lot of half rusted signs and old cars twisted with thirty years of dewberry vines.
So, I'd have blogged about my new, tiny school where hula hoops were still a thing and everyone listened to George Strait instead of Madonna and Micheal Jackson. How weird it was that everyone was white. Wondering why everyone's first question was, "And where are you going to church?"
I was really into exploring weird phenomena like the Bermuda Triangle and crop circles, so there would have been some of that. I read my first Trixie Belden book that year so I'd have been fixated on that, on Trixie and Jim. Maybe I'd have published my first bits of fiction instead of stuffing them in notebooks.
Whining about missing my brother, who'd just moved out of the house to Dallas on his own when we moved back to Texas. Excited when he came to visit with comic books and new music and civilization, oh god.
Pictures of the house my dad and uncle were building for us, time and money permitting. Pictures of all the HORSES, HORSES EVERYWHERE.
29?
Ah…let’s see. Actually, this is easy! I can go back and umm, look at what I was blogging about, heh!
Complaining about my job, vaguely, since at the time there were security concerns that meant I couldn’t exactly talk about what I was doing. (I wasn’t a spy or anything, I was a librarian for engineers in a company going through negotiations for merging with another company that made sensitive chemicals and we weren’t allowed to talk about anything not even the bizarre 1980’s management technique books that we had shelves of, lol.) Knee-down selfies of my sexy librarian shoes and seamed stockings.
Lots of fic ideas, mild amusement/abject horror at the shenanigans in the Angel vs. Spike debate. Pro-Buffy edits, Buffy/Angel 5ever edits, bad edits of my own with quotes from John Donne about the claddagh ring (cast me away, I am cheap and not but fashion) and Suzanne Vega (she said I am a little girl, he said you never were).
Scraps of my epic Buffy fic that never got past chapter 3, chunks of my pre-Hogwarts Hermione fic that I actually finished but never posted because it got jossed so badly. The IM Buffy/Angel/Spike fics I wrote with my LJ friend, netweightsofs.
FIREFLY! ALL THE FIREFLY! Browncoats forever and reblogs from Whedonesque.
