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Blog Chain: Pieces of Me

This next blog chain ROCKS and was started by Kate. She says:

Post pictures, songs, movie clips, poems, or novel excerpts that make you feel. Feel what, you ask? Feel anything. Happy. Sad. Angry. Nostalgic. Hopeful. Hopeless. Jealous. Joyful. 

I have read in several different places that YA novelist John Green said of his latest novel, The Fault In Our Stars that he wants to make his readers "Feel All The Things." I would love that someone could go through this blog chain and through what we all choose to post have that same Feel All The Things feeling.

So, as you can see I am excited about this since I tend to frequently post random shit for your viewing pleasure. I usually do music videos because that's the closest thing to representing myself. Today, I am going to post only one, I repeat, ONE music video, and several other trinkety tidbits. Enjoy!

Happy: (for those concerned: video has an f-bomb)

the most beautiful song ever made.........................

Sad:

Angry:

Nostalgic:

 

&

Hopeful:

"Editing the Chrysalis" by Avis Harley


"At last," cried Butterfly.


Poised
Over its

Empty chrysalis,

"My final draft!"

And my tattoo:

Hopeless:

;)

Jealous:

 

&

Joyful:

& this pic of me

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So...do you get a sense of what makes me Happy. Sad. Angry. Nostalgic. Hopeful. Hopeless. Jealous. Joyful.?

This has been the very best blog chain! I recommend you check out the previous intimate posts, starting with Margie's post* from yesterday. Tomorrow, check out Christine's** conclusion to this chain.

* http://margiewrites.com/blog

** http://christinefonseca.blogspot.com/

(I'm having link issues!)

A Heads Up

Hey! Tomorrow is my turn on the blog chain. I am freaking excited to share my post with you.

I hope you'll come see me here tomorrow!

And I have a blog announcement Monday that will detail the direction in which I plan to head with Jon's Life.

A New Semester

I never really followed up on telling you how last semester ended.

IT EFFING SUCKED.

But this next semester will rock. Or rather, I will rock this new semester.

Mhm.

Children's Lit.

Creative Writing.

That says it all.

Blog Chain: Welcome to the Home of the Dimwits

I'm the head of the household at the Dimwits. I forgot that I to start the new blog chain today!! Ugh.

I hope you enjoyed the holidays. I sure did!

My topic (which is one of my favorite writing exercises):

Imagine the home(s) where you grew up, and start drawing a floor plan. As you draw, memories will surface. Grab onto one of those memories and tell us a story.

At five, my bedroom was in the basement of a 3,500 square foot ranch home. I miss that house. I shared my room with my older brother, Joey. Built in the mid-1970's, the finished basement featured flooring of brown carpet, red faux-brick wallpaper, and a wall covering that resembled corkboard. 

One night, Joey stayed over at a friend's house and I was left to sleep alone in our room. I have never done so before. I was scared shitless.

I knew monsters of all kinds lived throughout the basement, but my brother always kept them at bay with his nasty smelling farts. This particular night was hot and I was burning to death in my red TMNT footy pajamas. I was most afraid the man living behind the corkboard would come and get me.

Deep in the night, I awoke to a noise. A cold sweat oozed across my body and my feet cold not breathe. Suddenly, I realized my eyes were crusted over and I could not open them. I started scraping at them, but it hurt, so I stopped. Then it hit me: the man from behind the corkboard had fused my eyes shut using the broken bits of cork that covered the floor (I knew I should have vacuumed those up!)

I did not scream and I could not cry because of the crust covering my eyes. I pulled the sheet over my head and held my breath as I listened for the man from behind the corkboard. At some point, I fell asleep and woke up to daylight some hours later. My eyes opened like normal, but I felt remnants of the crust around my eyes and on my cheeks.

The very first thing I did was grab the Oreck and vacuum the heck out of the floor where the cork pieces lived. Every time I get a cold or have allergies, I relive my fear of the man from behind the corkboard.

Tomorrow, check out Michelle McLean's blog to see which memory she shares!