week 14 second

She was confused, unsure of what she wanted or how she felt. She lived a double life because she feared what others would think. Would they judge her? How would they react? Would treat her the same? She went back and forth, today she was a secretly accepted lesbian and tomorrow will resume her roll as the cute red head with a boyfriend. Her boyish self-image was sometimes questioned but she denied and denied. Everyday she was tempted to shout the truth…or at least until she came out, or in other words, came out of the closet. It was such a big weight lifted off her shoulders. She could be herself, with nothing to hide. For the first time in her life she left complete, she felt excepted and alive.

week 14 redo

I felt bloated for 264 days. I busted the button on my favorite pair of jeans. My feet ached constaintly. I got stretchmarks all over that the coco butter will not fade. I gained over 30 pounds. I endured morning sickness every morning for the first 3 months. I didn’t get much sleep because I couldn’t sleep on my stomach.. I craved boston cream donuts on a regular bases. I couldn’t go more than 30 minutes without having to go to the bathroom.  It took me 4 hours to put the crib together. I constaintly worried about anything and everything. I began to woddel instead of walk. I cried over tiny things, like spilt milk. I was in labor for 14 painful hours. But he was worth every bit of it.

Oliver “Ollie” Winston Cyr

Born October 27^th, 2010

Week 15.

Words by Britney Spears

Cameras are flashing while we're dirty dancing

Living in sin is the new thing

Confidence is a must, Cockiness is a plus, Edginess is a rush

Whether you like it or not, it ain't gonna stop

And i came to hit the floor

I got that boom boom

You can look but don't touch

You want a piece of me?

I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am

I'm not ashamed of my beauty you can see what I got

I see nothing wrong in spreading myself around

They're still gonna put pictures of my derriere in the magazine

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me

You're gonna have to see through my perspective

You Drive me crazy

Think that you know me now but you don't

I don't need permission, make my own decisions

I'm Miss bad media karma, another day another drama

Are you kidding me?

Well get in line with the paparazzi

That's my prerogative

week 14-first piece

The beds were as hard as a rock, maybe even harder. He slept with one eye open just in case. he would stare at the ground in fear of making eye contact with another inmate. His inmate number is 142684. He feels completely alone and thinks a lot about how he got myself where there. Every minute he spends in his cell, he prays. Prays for his family and their forgiveness. Most of the time he sits alone on the picnic tables, watching the other inmates play basketball. Every day he carves a tally mark into the wood. Today he put the 105^th tally. He took up the habit of biting his nails, sometimes they bleed but it gives him a sense of calmness. Food is served 3 times a day but he is lucky to eat once. Sometimes he goes days without eating because his food is snatched away as soon as  he receives it. He would kill for a big mac…literally.

Week 12 redo

Hopefully this is more risky.

If I had to be on Who Wants to be a Millionaire, I would call him for phone a friend. He knows everything about anything, even the little details and random facts. He taught me how to change the oil in my car and how to make the perfect lasagna. He is by far the most intelligent man I know, sometimes too intelligent. He could possibly be compared to Albert Einstein, or at least I do. He is hated by some but respected by all. He shares his thoughts and spreads ideas to help others improve. Sometimes he isn’t given enough credit for what he knows. If you have a question, he has the answer.

Who is this mystery man? Of course, who else could it be…he’s my dad. Duh! 

week 13

After I emptied the box of frosted flakes, I opened the refrigerator to find about 2 tablespoons of milk left in the container. I was really craving cereal so I had to go buy more milk. As always, my keys are nowhere to be found. I checked my coat pockets and my purse and realized I was running out of time before I had to work. Living right in town, there is a little convenience store right up the street. So I decided it would just be quicker if I ran there to grab some milk.

About half way there, I had to stop and catch my breath. I wondered if it was really quicker than driving.  If it took me this long to get to the store down the street, I can’t imagine how long it would take me to get to work.

After buying my milk, I began to head home; it made me think about how it would be not having a car. I realized I use my car every single day and I don’t know what I would do without it.  I would have to walk everywhere, down the street to the store, across town to work, and all the way to Boston if I ever wanted to visit my sister. I would definitely be in great shape and I would save money on gas, but my feet would really hurt.

I wondered about what people did before cars were invented. Did they really have to walk 30 miles to and from school, up hill both ways? How many pairs of shoes did they wear the soles out of?

The walk back didn’t seem to take hardly as long as it did to get there. Maybe it was because my mind was imagining how harsh it would be if I didn’t have a car. 

week 12 Theme

As my older sister left the room, leaving her purse behind, I pounced on the opportunity to snatch her license. We look just alike so I knew it would pass for being me. I knew my sister would absolutely flip if she found out that I was the one who took her ID but I that didn’t matter.

I was the youngest of all my friends, so I wasn’t able to get into the bars and clubs. I had 6 months until my 21^st birthday, it wouldn’t of killed me to just wait. The following weekend I hit the town with my friends. I put on my high heels and loaded on my make-up. I had no dought in my mind that the ID wouldn’t work, and to no surprise, it worked perfectly.

I had never experienced anything like it before. The music was jammin’, the dance floor was packed, and not a person in sight without a drink in their hand. It was everything I thought it would be and more. I was gonna live it up while I had the chance. “Drinks on me” was a reoccurring phrase I used.

We bar hopped all around the Bangor/Orono area. The Bear Brew was our last stop, the final hooray of the night. Thinking my ID would work, like it had all night, I walked in the doorway and was intently denied.

Bouncer: This isn’t you. Whats your date of birth?

Me: 12-2-87…(which is my sisters birthday)

Bouncer: Well I’m glad you know your sisters birthday because your gonna have to get her something good to make up for the fact you took her ID.

I stood there in aahhh. I was speechless.

Come to find out the next day, that the bouncer was my good friends with my sisters boyfriend.

So at the end of the night, I stumbles away without an ID, carrying my heels, and with no regrets.