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I can't really tell too much because my nature to exagerate the details will spring up continuously. Plus, I don't know where to begin with me. Start with the depressing details and continuing from there would be expected, but why continue on the road I've already passed? Guess I'll start there. Kids love to tease, don't I know it well. Soft, fragile 'ole Blair sitting in the corner again, but not once do I stick up for myself and nor do the people who watch. My life in the past consisted of a lot of watching. A lot of waiting for the whip to slash me across the face. Sometimes it took longer than I thought to reach my face, and then sometimes it missed my head altogether and hit my chest instead. My ribs take some of the impact, but they still ache with the hit. Sure, I have healed most of the wounds but certain places in the heart can't be healed. My awkward stage was so long ago, but I like to bring it up. It defines the reason why I feel so strange talking about people as they walk by with clothes that don't meet different expectations. It even shows why I never make fun of people who sit alone. I ache to talk to them, but what would I say? I curse my quiet nature and lack of talking confidence to strangers, and continue with my day. I'm happy. Barely, but happy. The only thing that is keeping me there is the fact that everyone says that when you are a teenager, your mind is exploding with new ideas and overextended emotions. I know that when I reach college, I will be different and most likely won't ever see the people from my highschoool ever again, but that is fine by me. I'm more than happy to leave my life back home behind.
---------------------------------------------------------------- music: Live, Sarah Harmer, Matthew Good, Jewel, Ben Harper, David Gray, Coldplay, Bush, etc. books: Here on Earth by alice hoffman, The Bean Trees by barbara kingsolver random favs: love, romance, happiness, laughter, songs, singing, music, books, reading, writing, change, relaxation, fashion, clothes, earings. |
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My name, well, is Blair. I was named after a snobby character my mom saw in a movie. I hate waiting for things to happen, I like to have instant results, but I'm learning to wait. I love to write and read. I play the piano, and right now I'm in level 8. I also play baseball on a mixed team, and I'm the backcatcher. Because of that, I usually end up with a lot of scrapes and bruises, but it's like the saying goes: "No pain, no game." If I didn't have any bruises and cuts to show for it, I doubt I would like baseball as much. To be continued., or maybe you would like some writing to look through. THE COMPUTER This site has just been born, on July 8th to be exactly correct. There isn't much here so far, just an assortment of different writing I've done, links, and few other little things I've added for entertainment. This place does need a host to get out of geocities. If anyone would like to host me, or anything just sign the guestbook to get in contact with me. LINK HERE
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