When I was in elementary school we had to do one of those assignments where you and a partner have to be "parents" of an egg for a week. I was excited, I'd seen that sort of thing on TV and had been hoping I'd get to do it, but I was a little less enthused when I was assigned my partner. His name was Michael Nesbitt and he was the smelly kid.
Think back to when you were in elementary school, and the odds are good that the smelly kid was in at least one of your classes. No one ever wants to sit near the smelly kid for obvious reasons, but Michael got the added bonus of being a total and complete jerk. So when he wasn't keeping people away
I've always considered myself to be a girl without any real secrets, at least not since I was sixteen anyway. But the cold hard truth is that I've always known I was lying when I said that. It wasn't that I wanted to deceive people (well I guess I did to a point) but I was just embarrassed. So naturally I've decided to come clean in front of as many people as I can at once. Makes sense, right?
I moved out of my brother's apartment when I was nineteen. Tycho, a family friend had been having a hard time with rent since his brother moved out so we decided I should move into his old room. It meant Tycho had cheaper rent and someone to babb
For my entire life there has been one thing that has remained constant. I have always been afraid of spiders. I know it sounds silly to some people, but spiders are a very common thing to be afraid of and considering some of them are poisonous I think it's a pretty healthy fear. Sure, they may tell you that there are only so many types of poisonous spiders wherever you live, but how does anyone know that? New species are being discovered all the time, how do I know I won't be the one who inadvertently discovers the most poisonous spider in the world? And I'd be dead, so it's not like I would even be around to enjoy having discovered some
Part of being awesome is being able to admit you have flaws, so here I am. I am admitting them... or at least some of them. Now where to start?
You know that person in your group who always orders something small when you go out to eat, then mooches off other people's plates when they're done? Yeah, that's me. I can't help it though, it's not like I do it on purpose. It's like I'm barely hungry when I order, but while I'm eating my body realizes it's hungrier than it initially thought and by that time I'm out of food. Yeah, I guess I could just order something else but then I
I had my first heartbreak when I was fourteen. I was still very much in the closet, but I'd finally peeked out enough to get my first girlfriend. She was absolutely perfect and everything I wished I could be. She was smart, confident, outgoing, fearless and just so beautiful that I sometimes couldn't believe she was even real. At the time I was this scrawny meek little girl but she was tall and curvy with long blond hair and absolutely sparkling green eyes. I'd never known eyes could really be sparkling before I met her, I had always thought it was just some overused literary device. She may have been the reason I decided to bleach my h