Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
(more...)"Moral of the story: Do not look at the gap. The gap is the mind-killer. Remember how Wile E. Coyote never fell down until he saw the chasm? It’s just like that." --Taylor "Tei" Lindstrom, Rogue Ink
"I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uh, some people out there in our nation don't have maps. And I believe that our education like, such as South Africa, and, the Iraq, everywhere like such as. And I believe that they should, our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S., or should help South Africa, and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries, so we will be able to build up our future for our children."
--Caitlin Upton, Miss South Carolina Teen 2007
Jacob: "I need to operate on my frog, but first he needs some amnesia."
Copyright © 2004-2007 Kerrie Lee. All rights reserved.
Janice and I met during my freshman year of high school. She was a year ahead of me, so we had no classes together. Our only connection was through the drama club. I don’t recall exactly how we became friends, but I guess it was through a series of events in which we found ourselves constantly in each other’s company. We just sort of hit it off right away.
It’s hard for me to believe we were only friends for about three years or so. Those three years were so memorable and filled with so much laughter and fun. We had one of those relationships where we always knew what the other person was thinking, and we could finish each other’s sentences. Spending time with Janice was some of the best fun I’ve ever had. But then she graduated and I was left alone for my senior year. During that summer, I messed things up. In what I like to think was a rare moment of teenage brattiness on my part, I picked a fight with her and we fell out of touch.
Nineteen years later, we’re talking again. And already I’ve learned we still have so much in common.
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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