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There was a time:

I prayed for wings,

felt lucky to be born young,

thought five minutes was an eternity,
dreamed every night,

cried for a dog,

hated my sister,

was afraid of my basement,

measured time in "Arthur" episodes,

understood very little,
knew what I wanted and,

believed we all wanted the same things, and

Thought I knew everything.

I realize that flying would take fun out of falling,

learned that not everyone is born a child,

feel the stop and go of time in good times and bad,

dream occasionally, and am grateful for the ones I remember,

share the dog with my family (except when he pees in the house)

got my own room, and love my sister,

bring my dog with me to the basement,

am 297,840 "Arthur" episodes old,

use urban dictionary,

want nothing but strive for everything,

realize we don't all have the privelage to want

and know what I don't know.

My Mind

 10 facts you'd never know about me (unless I told you).

-When I was younger and the priests blessed the sacrament through the speaker under the table, I thought it was God talking. 

- When people say the words "hat back" in that order I think it's funny. Don't ask me why.

- I spent a good two years or more praying that I'd grow wings. I never got them.

- To me, these things all go together: The color green, Thursday, forks, November, 7, and left ( as opposed to right)
- I have a spot in my eye. It follows the words on the pages of the books I read and is sometimes distracting.
- I thought actors just had to re-act the whole movie every time someone watched it, and I always felt bad for them. I guess I never thought about fast forwarding and rewinding.
- I thought "the smorning" was the time after you woke up in the morning to the time just after breakfast. Later, I realized that it was "this morning."
-I have the same dream every time I'm sick.
- I like the hiccups. ( I hardly ever get them.)
- I sometimes assign people "spirit animals". Animals they kinda look like. Or spirit fruit. If you're that kind of person. I actually know a kid who's a piece of popcorn.

Credit for Living*

"Let's 'Insti' this."
And they stopped while I climbed higher
To where the rock met the sky
And there they were; low-fi *click* apply
Filtered photographed faces. Memories of the places
They stopped living to create the illusion that they were.
Memorializing the occasions they left their friends of flesh and blood to find
Filters, followers, and friend requests.
Virtual validation. Credit for living comes in comments
(please comment), clicks, and likes.
Who would have guessed
That this apple would be rotten
That so soon people would have forgotten
 To unplug, sign-out, log-off, and live.
Afraid to disconnect from the umbilical cord that keeps them connected
That when unplugged
All 647 of their friends weren't there-
Like they expected.
Holed up in #hashtags and hidden behind 'Hudson' and 'Hefe'
And deaf
To the sounds outside their earphones.
Face to face conversations
interrupted by ringtones
The people they prefer are pixelated.
But please, I have a pulse.
No login or password are required
Veins and arteries run through me
Not wires.
Ipod, Iphone, Icloud, Itouch
I feel.
And I'd kneel
And beg you to come back
To a world where your emotions aren't all Times New Roman.



*This is a first draft. I may revise it later.

Touchscreen

A Secret Noodle

The doctor looked up from his clipboard then called my name. I was up. She led us to the examination room.

"Wait in here, Dr. So-and-so will be in in a minute."

I sat on the sterile, crinkly paper on the table in the examination room, and looked at my mom, " I feel like an idiot."

" I would hope so" was all she said.

Well then...

Finally the doctor came in.

"So what brings you in here this evening?"

I look at my mom for support, or a better answer than the truth, or something. She just raised her eyebrows.

"Well....Umm... there's a ccrertete ien aea serrr.."

"I'm sorry, what?"

" A knewfettinekfmy"

"Hmmm?"

" A noodle in my ear... Like a spaghetti noodle. Uncooked. It's...yeah, its in there." I pointed to my ear.

I don't know what I was expecting.
 I thought maybe he'd just throw down his stethoscope and walk out mumbling about all the idiots who come into his office, and how if he hadn't gone to medical school he wouldn't have to deal  with kids shoving foreign objects in their heads. He could have made millions off his new cereal brand and happily lived out his life on the ski slopes. But no.

*blank face* "....Well let's have a look then. Yup it's in their alright. Punctured your eardrum too."
"brilliant."

He informed me that I would have to let my ear heal before they took it out. I would have to spend almost a week with a noodle in my ear. A noodle. In my ear.

For those who have never experienced shoving an uncooked spaghetti noodle in your ear (which I'm guessing is most everyone) it's pretty painful. Well not all the time. Mostly when you burp. Yep. Burp. Isn't that weird. It doesn't even hurt to sneeze.

Kids at school probably wondered why I'd occasionally cringe after burping. Or why I constantly snapped my fingers by my left ear. Just making sure I can still hear.

You didn't tell anyone?

No. No I didn't. You see, I'm a pretty open person. I don't have many secrets of my own. I'm working on being more mysterious. And what's more mysterious than a secret noodle in my ear? Huh?

....Nothing.

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