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Seeing all the back-to-school commercials lately has been really weird. I’d always looked forward to shopping. Clothes shopping wasn’t (still isn’t – I’m not a typical girl) my favorite, but getting new supplies was my favorite part.
Listening to Diego Torres on iHeartRadio this weekend led me to a Spanish-music-buying binge, where I bought a few more of his songs and bought the rest of Shakira’s new album, “El Dorado”.
As I mentally processed my surroundings, I felt my knees buckle, and I sank to the ground. Something inside me was broken. The adrenaline that had triggered my fight or flight response earlier was fading; I couldn’t move. I was both mentally and physically exhausted; I didn’t know what to do or where to go […]
They’d warned us it was happening. We’d seen it too. We just didn’t know when it would actually happen. What we did know was that we’d had a string of natural disasters in quick succession, one after the other. We’d exhausted almost all of our resources in the aftermath of those. Now we were just […]
I appear happy, but sometimes I am anything but. I feel like a misfit, a mutt. I don’t belong anywhere but the place I left behind; at least there I could shine. I hate having to pretend, put on a poker face. But sometimes, that’s how I fake it until I make it.
Recently, I’ve been catching up on Speechless. It’s a TV show about a somewhat dysfunctional family with a kid in a wheelchair, who is actually the oldest child in the family.
Last night, I went to see The Glass Castle. It’s based on the memoir of the same name by Jeanette Walls, which I read in my AP English Language class in high school.
I do feel so sorry, said Draco Malfoy one Potions class, for all the people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they’re not wanted at home.