I poured a bag of skittles into a jar, turned out all the lights in the room excepting the flashlight I had placed underneath said jar, and stared at the delicious rainbow candies within. I then moved the jar about until the skittles formed a mountain and gazed upon this little world under the bright light of its false sun. I imagined myself inside jar. I imagined myself inhabiting that simple world. I imagined while in this place, I climbed the malnutritous mound of skittles. I had looked haggard and hungry during this expedition, comically so when considering the location. I climbed with fervor, deciding the petite me in the jar had long stared at this mountain. It had haunted me, forever looming above, keeping a secret knowledge at it peak. Anywho, as I mentioned before: I climbed until the peak and I were but yards apart. Feet. Inches. I took my final step and stood atop, looking out through the glass of the jar to see me, in my present 5'6'' form, staring down at my petite me's world with a giddy curiosity. My petite me yelled "Atlas!". Both 'me's laughed heartily. I than hastily shut off the flashlight, turned back on the lights I had earlier turned off, and repressed the terribly unpleasant thoughts that arose as I ate little me's scrumptious mountain.

Congratulations! I am pleased to offer you admission to the College of Health and Human Development for Fall 2011 at the Penn State University Park Campus.  

On Saturday, my longtime friend Deanna and I spent some time together for the first time in a while. The days leading up to Saturday served as minor planning days with texts that read, “Hey, u still wanna hang out on Saturday??” and “Hey…still on for tomorrow?” I was excited, anxious, and skeptical. When we met in 30^th street station we shared a hug, looked at each other in shock for a few minutes, and then proceeded to talk freely. It was like we had seen each other the day before. We used to be best friends and had a friendship that entailed spending holidays together, having countless sleepovers, and writing letters with “BFF” stamped on them. On Saturday I realized that our friendship never ended, but merely came to a temporary halt. Deanna and I have experienced a few “temporary halts” that never permanently interrupted our friendship. We will remain friends although we do not talk every day or see each other often, the present condition of our friendship.

mask for sell: new, never used. 

Every night during dinner, my brother tells us jokes that occurred to him at school.  I swear he has a running narrative in that head of his, but that's a story for another night.  My dad bought him a watch for his birthday last week and asked him if he was enjoying wearing it.

"Yea, it was great in class today!"
"What happened?"
"Well my teachers are always running into lunch, so today when my math teacher asked, 'What's 34 divided by 2', I looked at my wrist and thought, It's 5 past 12.  Can we go now? 

At least his jokes stay inside his head.

I looked at my skinny jean slim and thin
Too tight for me to get my legs up in
It's the death of skinny jeans
because they don't fit me but Billy Jean
fitting tighter than a MJ glove
Fitting tighter than grandma's hugs,
but is that really love?

On my way home from school, I was waiting for the sub. After about 5 mins, it came and my car was pretty empty. I was standing right behind a little girl, so I thought I would get my favorite seat. The one facing outward, going the direction of the train. Anyway, right before I could get my seat the little girl in front of me and her mom took my seat. I was so angry so I got I sat in the seat behind them. When I looked down in the seat, to make sure I didn't sit in anything, and there it was! Sitting right in the crack of the seat in the wall was $5! I picked it up and found $2 inside! Just my luck, thanks to the little girl taking my favorite seat I found $7!