Sunday, January 30, 2011


I don't know if I believe in this whole "soul mate" thing.

I think that relationships grow

and take conscious effort.

But I guess soul mates are a nice idea.

What do I know?

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Panoramic pictures are terribly underrated.

That was my backyard this afternoon. My town has been ruthlessly bombarded with random snowstorms over the past few weeks, and as a result my second semester has been pushed back six days. I just finally finished with my finals yesterday.

It doesn't feel like it though, considering the fact that I took a six-hour nap the second I got home.

So yeah. This weekend is looking a lot like not working, watching more Misfits on youtube, reading books like the antisocial that I am, and perhaps even fitting in a Panera break. And blogging. Some of that.

Just thought I'd fill you guys in. You know, because I'm interesting.


P.S. Send some love over here. She's awesome.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Dear Caroline,

Each year, the English Department of our high school participates in the writing competition sponsored by the National Council of Teachers of English.

Your teachers have identified you as a strong writer, so we would like to invite you to participate in our in-house contest to select our school’s two junior nominees for the NCTE Competition.

The timed writing you complete on February 1 or 2 and the writing sample you provide will be judged in-house. Should you be selected as one of the two nominees from our school, your name will be provided to NCTE and you will be asked to do another timed writing in late March or early April. This second timed writing, along with a writing sample of your choice, will be submitted to NCTE for judging.

Congratulations on your initial nomination! I look forward to seeing you take part in the NCTE writing competition.  Please respond to this email to confirm with Mrs. Adams that you will be attending, and on which date.


Jonathan Budd
Director, Writing Center

Well, shit.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Is it weird that I've always wanted to be sent to a mental hospital? I've always been convinced that the people in them know secrets that people deemed "sane" are totally unaware about. And maybe knowing too much is exactly what insanity is.


I dare you to wait for the chorus.

Friday, January 21, 2011


Have you ever realized how many out of the ordinary things go undone in a lifetime?
Things like walking down your street in the dead of night or writing thoughts on a bathroom stall or buying a disposable camera just for the fun of seeing the developed pictures a week later or writing a letter to a stranger?

Well, this would obviously have to be the latter.

I chose you based on nothing significant, except for the fact that you yourself are not very significant. Randomly. But not too randomly. And 891 people isn’t that much, I guess. Chances are you’ve seen me before. And we might have even had one of those awkward times where it was only just the two of us in an empty hallway and we had to look away because there was no proper gesture of acknowledgment that we could exchange.

If you haven’t yet crumpled up this letter and shoved it into the bottom of your recycling bin, I have a sort of proposal for you. Somehow I doubt you’ll follow through with it, but that’s not really a concern, either. This proposal is meant for you exclusively, Alex (who has flippy hair and is most likely of German descent), but someone else could easily be chosen at the drop of a hat.

And there is no real reason for you to have doubts about following through with this, I think. I’m a just a weird person who likes people and really wants a mysterious pseudo-pen-pal. I’m not doing this to make fun of you or something malicious like that. This isn’t even an experiment for AP Psychology. I haven’t told anybody else. This scheme of mine has only left my head to materialize on my computer monitor (to soon be printed and stamped and addressed and mailed to you to hopefully end up in your hands).

But to get back on topic, here’s what I want you to do:

Do you know that vending machine in Junior Hallway?

(Of course you do. I don’t doubt that you’ve purchased a package or two of Cheez-Its or something there.)

Anyway, I would like for you to put a sort of message behind it. Soon. For me. Containing some sort of insightful musing. (Or maybe not insightful. Maybe you could just tell me about yourself. Your hobbies or something generic like that.) And then give me a new location to leave you a message. And it doesn’t even have to be something fancy, maybe just a piece of folded-up looseleaf paper taped to the wall.

See? Fun!

And if you must, feel free to snicker at this letter with your indie friends in-between tracks of Oh, Inverted World and sips of your hipster coffee. And that be the case, I couldn’t possibly care less. My identity’s not disclosed here.

Your loss.

And if you think that this is a stupid idea, I don’t really care, either. I personally thought that it was an excellent idea. It might give you something to look forward to during the lag of being a second-semester senior. Something to think about. I even suspect a personal essay opportunity!

Obviously, such an activity requires participation from both parties. So I’m looking forward to your contribution. If you choose to contribute at all, that is.

Remember. Behind the D Hallway vending machine.

Best regards,
I'm back for now because it's Friday and I feel no obligation to study for the five more finals that I have to take.

I got that puppy that I was talking about earlier. But he likes to bite my hand and I do not appreciate that.

It's like having a baby. Only he can destroy your furniture and bite your appendages and pee on the floor. But he's too adorable for me to care that much.

Also, I plan on writing letters to some random people tonight. It should be fun. I've always wanted to get a mysterious letter from some random person. You know, within reason.

P.S. Do you guys have any suggestions for puppy names? We've had him since Monday, and still have yet to properly christen him with one. :/


Saturday, January 15, 2011

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Charlie McDonnell.

Please marry me so we can have beautiful internet-savvy babies.
Here's what's going down:

I handed in my application to Rite Aid today.

I'm not studying for finals at the moment. As a consequence, I might have to take a mini blogging hiatus. But I'm not making any promises.

I've had this blog for over two years. Woah man.

I started playing the flute again. And I'm learning Hedwig's Theme. It's terribly easy, even though my flute has been laying dormant under my bed for almost a year.

We're going to go see a puppy tomorrow up in Massachusetts. His name is Mort and he's a Coonhound and he's four moths old and terribly adorable. And we might adopt him. :)

I just watched the finale of Hannah Montana with my dad. And it was actually a touching conclusion to the series. (Respect for me = nonexistent. Sorry, guys)

When I come across a song that I like on, I always tag it as "lovely" until I find somewhere from which to download it. And I just rediscovered this song, and I'm so glad that I did.

I just got my first two rolls of film developed!

That's me. And my mom. And my broski.

This is me and a fraction of my school's lovely indoor track team.
See that guy in the plaid shirt?
Paige is practically in love with him.
Only I talk to him a lot more than she does.
And she probably doesn't like that too much.

That's me.
And it looks like I'm missing my maxillary molars.
And eyeballs.

The view outside my bedroom window.

My broski once again.

Paige on the left, making some sort of happy Buddha face.
Mike on the right, posing. I think.

My high school's breakfast selection.
Breakfast time is always da best time of day.

If film pictures tickle your fancy, feel free to stalk my flickr photostream for a few more. Or just go there and refresh. Photostream views make me feel special.

Also, I feel like I need to do a post about new year's resolutions. But second semester resolutions sound more promising. I think I'll do that instead...


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Snow day today, snow day tomorrow, another therapeutic walk with me talking to myself and Daisy not cooperating.

In a surge of energy, I thought that it would be a good idea to take down my wall and rearrange my furniture and tidy up my room.

But now I'm tired and hungry and feel like I'm going to throw up and my room looks worse than before.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Even though it’s under such unfortunate circumstances, there’s something beautiful about the throng of third-period students gathered down at his locker at this very moment, exchanging condolences and wiping tears. A nervous, quiet atmosphere has settled in the hallways, and I’m not sure that it’s because of his absence or the students’ reaction to it.

I feel like there’s something wrong with me. I don’t really feel anything.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

my masterpiece
Teenagers always seem to forget that they're not invincible.

We understand that it's not a good idea to go bike riding on a busy road or to go out binge-drinking, but do we really care? The only reason that doubtful thoughts even cross our minds is because of the constant chiding from our parents and teachers. But in reality, we're all balloons full of water. And falling just a little too high, not breathing just a little too long, drinking just a little too much, driving just a little too fast... we can pop in an instant. Many people are lucky enough to live to be an "ideal" age; one in which they spend their days idle in a rocking chair, all dreams fulfilled with few years to spare.

But freak accidents happen. And that ideal age is never reached. And vibrant, hopeful lives are tragically curtailed.

Because when it happens to someone in a small town, to someone you know, to someone that everyone knows, it's all too real.

Please be careful.


Tuesday, January 4, 2011


A girl you don't usually talk to: 1 point

A boy (excluding Mike): 5 points

A boy you fancy the pants off of: 10 points

**Point system is amendable depending on situation. For example, "you will be granted 20 points if you go over there and talk to that indie dude that you've had a crush on for so long."
An opportunity which I promptly blew, thankyouverymuch.

My points: 10.5

Winner gets: ???


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