Archive for What's Left of My Life

Introduction to “What’s Left of My Life”

This entry is part 1 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 1 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeIn the fall of 2008, I was missing my old friends in the Story Project. (And by “old friends,” I mean the characters I had written during 2005 and 2006.) Inspired, I decided to start writing…

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Apparently, I’m an idiot

This entry is part 2 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 2 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeCollege has officially started. I’m officially not there. You’d think this was a free country, what, with all the flag-waving and Extra Value meal choices, but apparently only idiots don’t go off to college. And therefore,…

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Still a mess

This entry is part 3 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 3 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeAfter yesterday’s post, I tried to calm myself down. I get really worked up thinking about it, because it’s like I’ve committed the unpardonable sin. “For God hath laid higher education on the hearts of men, and…

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The Usual

This entry is part 4 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 4 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeWell, I’m hungry and I’m sick of pizza pockets. Not much else going on. Just the usual–you know, a general discontent with the world that sometimes rises to disgust and other times ebbs to apathy. Mom’s…

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The Curse

This entry is part 5 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 5 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeThis week I’ve: Beaten Chrono Trigger again. (I love that game.) Rearranged my room. Eaten too many Oreos. So good with milk. Re-read Anne of Green Gables. Haven’t read it in years. Still good. I think…

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I want to scream

This entry is part 6 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 6 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeMom and I fought again last night. She doesn’t listen to what I say. I say the same thing every time and she doesn’t understand. So she, the judge and jury, accuses me. She points her…

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So, what about that weekend?

This entry is part 7 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 7 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeLabor Day weekend. Yippee. (Can’t you feel the love?) Actually, it wasn’t too bad. I think I’m just using my sarcasm out of habit. My dad’s family came over Sunday for a cook-out and Monday dad…

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Blood from a turnip

This entry is part 8 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 8 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeI apologize to all those search engine bots that check my site. I’ll try to update regularly. I’m sure you’ve missed my lovely wit. Actually, I’ve been doing some pen and paper writing. I’ve decided I’m…

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Three chapters

This entry is part 9 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 9 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeI handed three chapters to my mom last night. “I wanted you to read the beginning of my book.” It was difficult to hand over the pages. I’d pored over them time and again before that, but…

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Rejection

This entry is part 10 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 10 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeShe didn’t like it. She brought her up again. I’m going to find an apartment.

Time to Jump

This entry is part 11 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 11 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeI don’t want to talk about my week. My life’s a mess. Maybe my mom’s right, maybe I’m screwed up. Maybe I’m can’t get over what happened. I can’t even talk about it here, and, really,…

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The Morning After

This entry is part 12 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 12 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeIf anyone reads this blog, I must sound like a lunatic. I’m not saying what I wrote yesterday wasn’t true, but I’m not a nutcase. Really. You know, I’ve always reacted strongly to events. I’ve always…

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