I wrote it! just now actually.

seriously? jeez. writing something coherent with an actual working plotline would take me a while due to my never-ending distractedness.  you’ve got talent.

(ahemforannieahem)

Here is a tale for you.

The night was cold, much colder than ever before. I could see my breath. I am surprised it did not freeze before my eyes. I had left her house. we got in a fight. I had nowhere to go, I was stuck outside. What was I to do? she won’t take me back, and my family already left me behind when they went to France. I stayed behind for her. I was in love with her. I left my family for her. how stupid of me.

I had to come up with a plan. Something that would allow me to survive. twenty minutes passed and nothing came to mind. Another ten minutes passed by, but then a stray dog came up to me. I told him to sit, and he kept coming closer. I thought maybe he is going to attack me so I sat still. He had no intent of hurting me… he just wanted to sit next to someone and be warm. He laid down next to me and started to nudge his head against my hip- waiting for me to pet him. His fur was cold, it seemed like he had been stuck outside for some time. I fell asleep in the grass next to the dog. The next morning I was rudely awoken by the sprinklers. The dog was running around in the sprinklers, rolling around and dirtying himself up. I finally realized what I needed to do next. become a sled dog racer.

I trained for a year with my single dog to get in shape and to get the dog ready for the most exciting adventure of our lives. We hitch hiked all the way up to the Yukon in preparation for the great race. After about a week of traveling we finally made it. The dog told me he had a couple of cousins that he could recruit to race with us so we set off to find those dogs. We traveled into the depths of the Yukon, where most men aren’t allowed. My dog protected me though. He made sure other dogs would leave me alone. My dog has power over other dogs. We get to his cousin’s house and have dinner and discuss the possibilities of getting them to race with us. It took a lot of convincing and a lot of kibble to finally get them to agree to race. I gave them the contract saying that I was not liable if they get injured on the trails, but that I would still take care of them. We stayed there for the night and were set to wake up at 6 AM to begin training as a team.

We practiced for two months, and it was finally time for the race. We arrived at the start line and I finally saw who my competition was. It turns out my entire family lied to me. They never made it to France, they actually came to the Yukon themselves to race dogs as well. I would be competing against my entire family. All six brothers, and eight sisters. liars. My mother must have been behind it all… she always is.

We heard a bang and we all knew this was the start of a week long race. We took off at full speed passing my entire family and a team of penguins. Penguins are known for being notorious as playing dirty when it comes to sled-dog racing. Them and their cute little tuxedos. They are always dressed to a tee.

Unfortunately half way through the race we were confronted by a polar bear who proceeded to eat us all. All six dogs and myself. We are currently stuck in his belly, and I am writing from inside. I need your help. I used to be a lion tamer, so if you can come find us I will tell you exactly how to get this bear to let us out. He was grumbling about ransom, but don’t worry about that.

I hope this bear decides to hibernate soon. It’s quite cozy in here.

Here is a tale for you.

That was interesting.  Did you write that? Where did you get it from?  It sounds kind of familiar.

tell me some of your favorite things.

hm.  things from the modern past, like cameras and photographs and technology.  when people speak while being gramatically correct.  when someone reaches out for a high five when you pass them in the hallway.  feeling better after being sick.  the library at school.  the sound my minolta’s shutter makes.  when you feel really crappy but you see a Bible lying on the floor.  when people use apostrophes correctly.  spontaneity.  big books of old photographs.  black and white photojournalism.  being home alone. Lie to Me, House, The Office.  When you’re sitting next to someone who makes you happy and you feel his or her heat radiating onto you, like a sign of life, if that makes sense.  taking on projects that I could never accomplish. lists. sentence fragments.  grammar.  realistic teachers.  people who have a realistic, not pessimistic, view on life.  songs that make you feel something.  morning air.  staying up in the wee hours of the morning.  teaching people.  love, hate, balances like that where one can’t exist without the other.  people who appreciate everything.  everyday epiphanies.  procrastinating.  writing a lot about nothing.

:)

maggie i love you and i hope your back feels better and please enjoy the pineapple upside down cake

:) thank you miss annie and your mother

seriously, i’m dying trying to work on my polaroid documentary. anyone want to write me something?

i think i finally convinced my mom to take to the hospital

get the hell away from me