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So This Is Me... - Days 23-25: echo
So This Is Me...
Day 2: A Word On Words
Days 3-6: Undercover
Days 7 & 8: Dictionary Definition Loser
Day 9: The Visible Mantle
Days 10 and 11: Theoretically
Days 12-22: Geekitis
FOR EDON AND ANDREW
Days 23-25: echo
Days 25-31(?): One Leap Ahead, So Close...
Days 32-36: Lonliness is Living Death
Since You've Been Gone
Freedom
Stereotypes and Stereo News
One Thing


So I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, after I wrote that post for Edon and Andrew (Of AGT) about the glass box(P.S. Really hoping someone tweets or facebooks or something to them, I am begging any of my mega-awesome screen buddies (aka really cool readers!) to please compete!) and what I said. The more I think about it, about finally shattering the box and freeing the world from the trappings of its own obsession with normality so that everyone who's ever been stuck on the outside of the glass can finally have the world they've always wanted, it seems so... Real. So possible, like it was fate for my words to come out that way. See, I used to be a selfish brat, all about me and never the rest of the world, but thanks to a certain teacher, my mother's and my aunt's strife with cancer, and the world itself, I've changed so much. Like now, fo example, inste of spening my free time texting (just an example, I don't text. No, it's not weird, at least I'm not wasting nearly as much of my lifetime as half the kids I know), I'm looking into volunteering opportunities at the local food bank and making dolls for an orphanage turned homeless shelter in the next town over. I'm even considering making soap to send overseas to children in Africa (have to get that one by La Reina, aka mom, because good soap needs lye, and of course if peanut butter cups are that much of a pain in the neck, imagine SOAP! Maybe I'll make a little and have my brother test it, and then if that works out, I'll make more and send a basket to the shelter with the dolls (a slightly odd choice because the dolls are ninety percent recycled materials, and ninety percent of that is paper.) .
Anyway, my project seems to be falling into place so fast. I got both teachers I wanted, and I can't wait to show up on the first day and finally take my first crack at the glass box. (if you're new, I can't stress enough starting from the BEGINNING of So This Is Me...). No, I won't take a swing and just chip, it will shatter as every outside-looking-in-er, every so-called loser, the emo, the goth, the geek, everyone on the outside of any and every race, gender, looks, every creature with a shred of humanity, looks up into the cascading shower fo glittering glass as they wake up, the one thing that separates us all broken. And they'll all blink, and look around, and then the miracles start to happen: outsiders and insiders shaking hands and just talking. Normal conversations, just talking, as I shed tears of ever-present joy as my mission is completed: the world once again as it began, one voice, together, as it was meant to be. No, my life cannot end until I bring this vision to life. Just think, if half the world picks just one person on the other half to grant their greatest wish, it would only take two days to make the whole world happy again. Would it be possible? Think about it, though, if it really happened. I just wish that the whole world would forget its differences for one day, and grant the deepest desires of its people's hearts. I guess we'd have to send the idea to world leaders, but who would listen to a few kids with absolutely no legal training? Genius idea: what if we got someone from every country of the world to get behind Make A Wish Day? Or even then, what if we had a day where everyone agreed to give up all of the things that plauge our planet: drugs, war, crime, discord, all of it? I'm just throwing wildness around, but what if it worked? Outside and inside, everyone putting aside their differences for a day? Just an idea, but I don't know, I'll work on it, and maybe, just maybe, someday after I'm long gone it'll happen.
On a completely more age-normal note, I'm missing Benicio like crazy. I do believe that the unknown well shaken and equal in amount to the drop with love is the most powerful poison in existence. It is also, as I say with one bad case's experience, the slowest-acting. I am just one of the millions on the planet filled to the brim with it, dying a little more with every day waiting for... I don't know actually. Am I seriously waiting for the guy to make the first move, like some ridiculous romney (not capitalized for a reason) campaign promise? Really, if he does share my feelings, then he's probably just as scared or more scared of rejection as I am. So I guess that's it, if I want to get anywhere with this guy, I have to move first. I love how writing here I cam solve all my problems.
So this is me, the tired world peace activist, signing off at 12:59 AM.


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| So This Is Me... | Day 2: A Word On Words | Days 3-6: Undercover | Days 7 & 8: Dictionary Definition Loser | Day 9: The Visible Mantle | Days 10 and 11: Theoretically | Days 12-22: Geekitis | FOR EDON AND ANDREW | Days 23-25: echo | Days 25-31(?): One Leap Ahead, So Close... | Days 32-36: Lonliness is Living Death | Since You've Been Gone | Freedom | Stereotypes and Stereo News | One Thing |
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