fish food

i never had pets as a kid.
i was that weird kid in your class who, when it came time to talk about your pets, didn't have any.

i loved coloring when i was a kid. colored pencils were my favorite.
you know those little shavings that curl off of a colored pencil when you sharpen it by hand?
i used to pretend those were fish food.
and i would sprinkle them in my garbage can, which was my pseudo-fishbowl.
my parents probably liked that because imaginary pets can only make imaginary messes.

i sharpened a colored pencil by hand today and that all came back to me.
i sprinkled the shavings into my garbage can for my imaginary fish to eat.
they were happy. they hadn't eaten in a while.

i'm writing a book of tiny stories

songs and bay 19

i was tired at work this morning. that is me with fetus face, using all my strength to keep one eye open while my show rendered. on another note, today's ipod shuffle was especially great while i was walking to physical science. i'm gonna getcha good by shania twain, at last by etta james, show me the meaning of being lonely by the backstreet boys, and hometown glory by adele. those are all songs i love to belt. i just told my self to hold it in until 3 when i was back in my soundproof editing bay. then you bet i sang those out loud.

i met a boy.

he was sitting in front of me at the football game on friday.

i thought he was cute as soon as he sat down.

he kept casually glancing back at me.

i smiled at him.

he smiled back.

he glanced back at me throughout the whole first quarter.

then he blew me a kiss.

then

his mom took him out so they could refill his sippy cup.

he was 3.

but he loves me and that's what counts.

age is just a number.

a story written by me.

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something i forgot to tell you yesterday

and it might be too much information...

one time i was seven years old and i was at mountain view high school watching a concert.
i didn't really feel so good while we were there... and I threw up. I threw up spaghettios.

yesterday i was at mountain view high school again watching a concert for orchestra extra credit.
guess what i happened to have for lunch yesterday.
spaghettios.

ironic.

i didn't throw them up this time.