Nickname: Alianna
Bio: "Hurt my sholder playing fantasy football"
-House, M.D.
Age: 16
Gender: F
Location: Sitting in front of my computer screen
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| Past, Present, Future |
| The past is permanent; you can’t change it, no matter how much regret your heart possesses. But the future, well, anything can happen. There are countless possibilities for the future, while there’s only one past. So, if you want to change the past, you’d better start with the present. |
Posted: 3/26/2007 8:01:04 PM
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| Happy New Year! |
I really don't have much to do tonight. I'm babysitting my younger brother- he just turned ten- until my parents get home from playing cards with my father's family. So, while my brother plays video games, I am left to ponder the meaning of life. Actually, I've been thinking about what I want to do with mine. I've decided that I want to become a doctor. What kind, I don't know. There are just so many specialties I'd be interested in. But this isn't what I've really been thinking about- I decided this a while back. I've even decided where I want to go to school. Johns Hopkins, or maybe Duke. Really, I've been thinking about the finer details. Do I want to get married? Do I want to have kids? What kind of house will I live in? Will I still go to church? Will I still be friends with the people I'm friends with now? Who will I be in twenty years? It seems like things like 9/11 happened just yesterday. It's hard to believe that it's been over five years. I just wonder how quickly these next five years will pass. It seems I want them to go as quickly as possible, but, really, if I could I think I'd stay 14 forever. But a glimpse of what I'll be like later in life would be quite awesome. Well, hope you have a happy new year!
-Aly |
Posted: 12/31/2006 8:14:04 PM
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| I'm Just a Kid |
| Why don't adults take teens more seriously? We may not know quite as much as they do, but they don't know eveything. They think that if we say something that it's automatically wrong if they've heard different. I think some of them have a hard time admitting that they were wrong and the fourteen-year-old girl was right. Maybe your ego grows with age. Yet another mystery to contemplate. |
Posted: 12/14/2006 3:06:22 PM
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| Gone |
Just a little fic I wrote about stuff. Enjoy! How had this happened so suddenly? She had been there one day, and gone the next. His best friend gone. He couldn't bear it. He didn't understand. "She's in a better place now," and "It was her time," were some of the words they had offered, but none held comfort. None could heal the wound. None could fill the hole in his heart. They had smiled and laughed and told jokes, but his face had stayed stone, unchanged. How could he smile, when she couldn't anymore? One had left roses on her resting place, but how she hated them. Tulips were her favorites. Were. As he stood by her grave, he thought how only last week they had been together, laughing, smiling, just being happy. They would never do so again. He laid a single red tulip on the ground, and walked away quietly, trying to ignore the single tear rolling down his cheek. The first one since he had met her.
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Posted: 12/4/2006 8:24:03 PM
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amyamy
1/1/2007 1:45:00 PM
hey thanks for the comment. ya i wish i could call paris hilton a big pink prissy too! Nice idea girl!
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