Man..i need to write..i need to be inspired.  Taking this class was like constantly having your mind bombarded by beautiful, inspiring words.  It got a little irritating to tell you the truth!  But holy crap...you don't know what you've got til it's gone.  So here I go.  I'm going to write to the pretend audience of my former class.  Because, writing for yourself seems kinda weird don't you think?  I don't want all these non-existent people to think I'm like, talking to myself or something... So...I'll talk to you! how are you? what's up? Cool.  Me too.  I need to write more.  I freaking love it.  It is the ultimate in therapy.  And it's FREE!!  Ah see? I feel so much better.

Imperfections

Sometimes I wear the same thing twice,

sometimes I won't take advice.

My room's a mess, and I confess,

I've spent the last half hour on this line

Sometimes I'm down, sometimes I cry,

sometimes I cheat and sometimes I lie.

Sometimes I stress, and fail hard tests,

and it doesn't matter how hard I try.

People tell me cut my hair and change my clothes

If they're thinking that I'll change they'll never know

who I am, because that's not me.

I make mistakes and I do things wrong,

I don't that I don't belong in their perfect world imperfectly.

But when I look in the mirror, and I see the reflections, 

I don't mind my imperfections.

50 word story (man on the side - John Mayer)

John Mayer loves a girl.  The only problem is she loves someone else.  He keeps Calling, she never answers.  She won't fit him into her "busy" schedule.  He'd do anything for her, and if she only knew how much he cared, maybe he wouldn't have written a song about it.

The Impulse II

I think it'd be kinda cool to start with this part.

M:  Fiance?
W:  Yeah! crazy huh?
M:  Wait...but..but when?
W:  Just like a week ago!
M:  Oh...well...hmm...uh...
W:  Eww...you're sweaty.
M:  Am not! it's just really, really hot.  Is it not?
W:  um...no not really...It's snowing.  I can't feel my face
M:  Oh....right. yeah i guess it is, isn't it.
W:  Stop being weird.  You're all twitchy and stuff.
M:  Well I don't mean to be.  I just..am way happy for you...yep that's it.
W:  Well even if you are twitchy and sweaty it was so good to see you!  Don't be a stranger kay?  Let's catch up again soon!
M:  Ok, um, yeah sure!
W:  Bye!

Song Lyrics: Jason Aldean - Amarillo Sky

He gets up before the dawn
Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee
It's another day in the dusty haze
Those burnin' rays are wearing down his body
And diesel's worth the price of gold
And it's the cheapest grain he's ever sold
But he's still holding on

CHORUS
He just takes the tractor another round
And pulls the plow across the ground
And sends up another prayer
He says Lord I never complain I never ask why
But please don't let my dream run dry
Underneath, Underneath this
Amarillo sky

That hail storm back in '83
Sure did take a toll on his family
But he stayed strong and carried on
Just like his dad and grandad did before him
On his knees every night he prays
Please let my crops and children grow
Cause that's all he's ever known

CHORUS
He just takes the tractor another round
And pulls the plow across the ground
And sends up another prayer
He says Lord I never complain I never ask why
But please don't let my dream run dry
Underneath, Underneath this
Amarillo sky

And he takes the tractor another round
Another round, another round
And he takes the tractor another round
Another round
He says I never complain I never ask why
But please don't let my dreams run dry
Underneath, underneath this
Amarillo Sky

Underneath this
Amarillo sky

Plot:  A man with big dreams finds himself stuck in a life that he doesn't want to live.

Character:  The man.  His family.  His tractor?

Conflict:  He wants a better life for him and his family, but a tractor, and a plow is all he knows.

Theme:  Don't give up on your dreams.  Keep the faith.

Setting:  Amarillo, Texas?  The fields that he plows.

This Post has six word memoirs. (see? that was funny. That was a six word memoir. Pay Attention.)

10.  The paper is no longer BLANK.
  9.  This post has six word memoirs
  8.  Three ipods stolen.  And I'm pissed.
  7.  I hated piano, but not anymore.
  6.  I can't think of any memoirs.
  5.  Number six was a crappy memoir.
  4.  Broke as a joke.  Donations please.
  3.  Coach cut me....because I suck.
  2.  ...And now I play for love.
  1.  I miss my little red acura.

The Impulse

A man passes his high school girlfriend on a crowded street in a large city.  They haven't seen each other in 10 years, and to see each other is probably destiny, or something like that.

M:  (Generic girl name)? Is that you?
W:  O my gosh! (Generic boy name)!!!!
M:  It's so good to see you!  It's been...what? like 9 or 10 years?
W:  (Laughs) Yeah something like that.  What kept us from staying in touch for that long?!
M:  Just Life I guess...I've been so busy..that's no excuse though, I'm sorry...
W:  Don't be!  It's just as much my fault as it is yours.  Let's just be happy that it's happening now.
M:  (Laughs) Ok that sounds good to me! 
W:  So what brings you to (generic large city)?
M:  I'm actually here on business.  I know it's crazy but I took that big corporate job, and now I guess I'm a part of the system.
W:  Yikes! That's no good...what do you do?
M:  Well right now I just work for a guy, who works for a guy, who works for the CEO's secretary.  Did you get all that?
W:  Let me think...um...so you're kissing ass for a living?
M:  Haha i knew you'd catch on! Hey it's kinda cold out.  Do you maybe wanna maybe get out of the snow and come get something to eat with me?
W:  Ah.  I wish i could!  I'm sorry.. I'm meeting my fiance at somewhere at 9. 
M:  Fiance?
W:  Yeah! After two years he finally had the nerve to ask! 
M:  Wow...that's um...that's great..
W:  (laughs) Don't act too excited.
M:  ha. yeah. Well hey I guess I better let you go then..
W:  Yeah I guess so! It was so good to see you!
M:  Yeah you too..
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