In the fall of 2008, I was missing my old friends in the Story Project. (And by “old friends,” I mean the characters I had written during 2005 and 2006.) Inspired, I decided to start writing the journal of Britney Bontrager again. Britney Bontrager was an intelligent, stubborn, quirky, selfish, outcast of…
I’ll tell you something. Going to church after fighting with your mom all weekend — not fun. You don’t want to give the least indication something’s wrong at church, or everyone who knows you will swarm over you and try to encourage you and pray for you, and you feel…
I might be moving out. Yeah, yeah, so I’ve talked about it for weeks now, but this is seriously cool. See, there’s a lot of reasons it’s easier to stay home: free food, free bed, free laundry, etc. Also, I’m not really sure I want to come home to myself…
Okay, looking at my schedule, I’m starting to see a downside to my new job (besides the crappy pay, I mean). I work all the prime spots. You know, like Friday and Saturday night, Sunday afternoon, etc. I don’t think it would have been that big deal a month ago….
I’m feeling pretty good today. I need to go to work in a few hours, and there’s something about having to get up to go somewhere that’s kinda nice. At least, I think that today. So, I got a job at the local bazillion-plex. Yes, I’m that smiling young lady…
The family’s computer went on the fritz last week. Just as well, I guess. Things have happened, and I’ll get to them eventually here, but I’m not much in the mood right now. It’s cold today. I saw leaves on the sidewalk. The air smells of autumn. Heidi always enjoyed autumn. Somehow,…
I spent the day trying to think of somewhere I’d like to work. By day, I mean about an hour this afternoon, since I slept until eleven, ate a hearty brunch of Easy Mac in my pajamas, watched an episode of House from Netflix, and finally got around to getting…
Last night, Beth called Jordan. I don’t know what she said exactly, but I’m pretty certain she did everything short of kneeling before him and kissing his feet. And when she told me, in tears, what she’d done, I’d had it. I told her, in as many words, that she was…
I’m having serious troubles today. Okay, so I get a call from Beth yesterday. She’s crying, I can’t understand anything she’s saying. I really start to freak out. I mean, I’ve known her for all of a week and now she’s completely hysterical. The first thing that comes to mind is that…
This will be quick because I’m going out tonight. (No, not on a date — you must not know me. The guy better be pretty special to have a chance with me. Like, he worships me and loves me and meets all thirty-five of the requirements hidden away in a…
You don’t know what I look like (and that’s fine by me), but I have to tell you — my hair is black now, deep, midnight, light-cannot-escape-its-gravity black. I kinda like it. I don’t know, it makes me feel exotic, dangerous. My mom hates it; my dad stares at it in…
So, yeah, haircut’s done. Is it bad I keep staring at myself in the mirror?