"​There comes a time in you life, when you want to kick back. Straw hat on the porch when you're old perhaps. Wanna gather thoughts, have a cold one. And brag to your grandkids on how life is golden."

 She was young. Six and a half to be exact. She had been seeing them for 3 years now. Today would be her first seeing in two weeks. Her sister gripped her hand tightly as the train approached. When the door opened she spotted. It was more real than the rest. It's cheekbones were high and sagged. It's hands were frail and the veins that protruded reminded her of a spiderweb. She stood directly in front of it, still with sister in hand. She stood there for a moment until the train began to move. She slowly raised her hand to the empty seat and stroked it's face. It smiled so lovingly and warm, it reminded her of Nana. A single tear rolled down her cheek and her sister looked at her questioningly. 
"She's so beautiful" she said, hand still held in the air
"Who"
She didn't answer. She couldn't answer. She didn't know who it was, she only knew that she was there for a reason. Only she didn't yet know for what...

(Let me know if there should be a continuation, I just made this up on the spot when I was on the train and I saw a little girl hug this old lady and her sister or some older person was with her.) 

I could find one semi quiet space in this school. 

So far I am doing pretty well. i used tumblr because i can post many things such as pictures, text, video and audio. I have done only 2 posts so far but this character start getting a lot deeper into his personal life. It's going to be exciting :D

To the 4 cars that refused to turn there blinkers on this morning when I tried to get to the train station. Thanks. Learn to freaking use them since I almost missed my train....idiots. 

Here I sit:
Feeling as proud as can be
Because a few colleges
expressed an interest in me.
Yet one look at their tuition
restores my sanity.


On a side note, I would like to acknowledge that a great many of my most upsetting moments are best expressed through lighthearted rhyme. (Evidence of my admiration of Dorothy Parker, I imagine.)

B C F&M G H O S T W&M

So it is 11:30 and I only have about 30 minutes to post a story. I told myself that I would do EVERY story this quarter now that I have gotten the hang of it.
So today, after school me and Yousef decided to go to McDonald's . The thing was there are soooo many McDonald's in Center City. As we walked down 22nd St, we contemplated prices, value menus, and cleanliness. By time we got to Market St. we had changed our minds about 3 times. In the end we decided to go to the one at 15th st. But the thing is there are 2 at 15th St. Our minds were completely boggled, so we picked cleanliness over anything, and went to the one on Arch. So when we got there and finally fixed our fatty, greasy itch,  Yousef showed me the most awkward, and ridiculous things I have ever saw. This boy put a whole McChicken in between a double cheese burger! What kind of mess? It wasn't even just the chicken patty, he put the whole sandwich bun and all, and completely and destroyed that thing.So, today's trip to McDonald was a very fun and interesting experience.

Your mother is admitted into the hospital and after various tests, a clot if found in her heart. She immediately goes into surgery.

The next day, your wife is having double vision and her left side seems to be moving slower than her right. You tell a friend and he tells you to rush her to the hospital. The episode is categorized as a mini-stroke. 

It was the worst week of your life.