One time when I was small, I saw a movie where a couple was kissing. It obviously cut out the sex part since it was a PG movie. The movie jumped to 9 months later and, viola, a baby was born. From this, I thought babies were made if a guy and a girl swapped spit. I told my friends that and for about a week, the girls would keep their mouths shut around the boys so that the boys wouldn't spit in them.

My brother was escorted home once by a police officer. He wasn't formally charged with anything, but could have been. The look on my parents' faces was telling of their disappointment. I feel as though my parents still blame my brother, but it's not all his fault. I can't help but wonder if he's still sick inside.

In my mind, where fantasies feel like reality.

I've drank.
I've been drunk.
I still drink.

But it all seems so passé to me now.

Most of the time, in the summer daytime people are working. That's when friendships and outings depend on weekday nights or weekends. But when those weekday nights and weekends are occupied by a 2nd (or even 3rd) job, summers become quite lonely.

Facebook friend requests. Why am I your Facebook friend, but not your friend in person?

When I heard my best friend say that their opinion of me changed and didn't know what to think of me anymore, that was one of the first times a friend has ever made me cry.

The dreams I remember were either scary ones I had as a child, filled with monsters, or terrible ones that I wish to not remember, but do. I do not wish to recount those dreams anymore.

I can list off all the places I've been to so far, but that would be a bore. It's the places that I will be going to in the future that I find more interesting and exciting. Why? Because they're unknown at this point.

The solution to and cause of all of life's problems.

The world we live in today, we're taught to question everything. So I ask you to question random acts of kindness. Are these truely performed out of the kind hearts of those who perform them? Or is this 'kindness' a facade for a different underlying motivation - the motivation of gaining positive self-reinforcement (ie. pride) for doing something 'kind'?

Teacher - Sesame Street
Mother - After-school specials that kept me off the streets
Secret Lover - The cast of Saved By The Bell

Every night, in the bedroom, I reject reality and substitute in my own.

crushed (verb):The feeling of betrayal and being completely and utterly alone, with no one to talk to, when one best friend falls for your other best friend whom you've developed feelings for.

I learned that not everyone is your friend.
I learned that you will be rewarded for being good.
I learned that those who do wrong will eventually get their comeuppance.
I learned that there are some people out there who genuinely want to help.
I learned that nothing lasts forever.
I learned that lying hurts everyone.

"Come on, it's the last dance" I heard. Before I knew it, the last dance had come. Time had just seemed to flown by. We approached the dance floor, held each other and let the music move us. As the song played on, I closed my eyes and held on tighter. It was a perfect last dance. Too bad I couldn't express how I felt at the time, and now the moment's passed.

the munchies. joy rides. staring up at the stars. downing the drink from last call. intimate conversations. watching a fire dance. sleepovers. the crunch before a due date. infomercials. hijinks with friends. a late night dip in the pool. double feature at the drive-in. the search for places still open. writing this entry.

As Martha Stewart would say: "It's a good thing."

My childhood home had the garage situated behind the house. On the end of the street where you would turn in to access the garage grew, what I believe to be, a magnificent Conker (Horse-chestnut) tree. One year, we were given chestnuts to eat. Thinking that all types of chestnuts were edible by humans, I commenced collecting chestnuts that had fallen from that magnificent tree. I carried bags of Horse-chestnuts home and proudly showed off all my hard work to my family in gathering this food. Sadly, I was disappointed to find out that these were not the same chestnuts as I had previously eaten and that the ones I picked were indeed unsafe to eat. Although a bit disheartened at my own foolishness, I didn't let it get the best of me. I carved little faces into individual chestnuts, played games with them, and did what typical little kids did back in the old days; I let my imagination fly.

They say I have their eyes, their nose, their ears. But, also a part of me is their tradition, their heritage, their namesake.

The first kiss was an indication of things to come. It was overhyped, uneventful, disappointing. It wasn't bad, but it was easily forgotten. What's come from that kiss? A few good memories lost amongst a sea of dreams. I still dream of and wait for that 'unforgettable' first kiss.