Going-to future

afternoon dragged on endlessly. School was out at three and with the sun still blazing my mom decided to drag me with her to one of her vitamin and good earth organic supply stores. It wasn't exactly the worst place to spend your afternoon, since it had better air conditioning than any house or store alike around for a good block or two, and it smelled pretty damn great. The one guy running the shop was about as preppy and basic as they came, with a salmon pink polo shirt unbuttoned down the chest to expose a lot of curly platinum hairs to match the ever-growing sparse supply on his head. His skin was tan and in all honestly he just looked like a gay uncle to the 70's Malibu Barbie. Which were basically my goals for the hopefully distant future. He waved from behind the front desk the second we walked in, flipping through the pages of one of those little realtor catalogues. I thought about striking up a conversation with him, hoping it might give me some street cred to know a guy in a decent business when I finally decided to start putting together job applications, but that's when that guy caught the corner of my eye. He was passing between aisles, and, if anything stood out amongst the polished wooden floors and shelves of vitamin bottles, it was him and his leather. His black boots clicked heavily against the planks, and the tinking sound of his earrings swinging along with his movement echoed throughout the small expanse of the shop. He looked like a prick- I'm not…

Spending time with my classmate and my new friend, who I will call Betty Boop, has really opened my eyes for my future. Betty Boop is truly an inspiring person who has touched my heart. For my last journal, I am going to talk about chapters eight through fourteen in my textbook, Adult Development and Aging by John Cavanaugh and Fredda Blanchard-Fields. First, I asked Betty Boop if she has met her personal goals over the years. She had to stop and think about this as we were at the bowling…

I got everything ready, including my passport, but it just wasn 't meant to be. When I went to LA for the film festival, I tried to meet Rick Ravanello, but he was too busy, and our schedules just didn 't work. I considered going down to LA this fall when Dylan Neal and Brooke Burns were on Home and Family on the Hallmark Channel, but the timing never seemed right. I used to dream about meeting Sebastian in Vancouver, but I had essentially given up on that dream ever happening. The timing never…

“Alright good luck.” Rich responded. I went home and got up the next day determined to find the girl. I don’t know why I wanted to do this so much. Maybe it was because I wanted to go around New York like I did last year, I mean I could have done it any other weekend, but I guess I didn’t have any reason to. Or maybe it was because if it was for Phoebe I would be pretty pissed. I’ll tell you that a lot of things happened while going around in New York but I’ll just summarize for you. I went to…

to understand and stated, “Zach has already told me this. I’ve known about it for a long time now”. After the disclosure Mrs. Lee was asked how she was going to help Mr. Lee comply with not having contact with her children. Mrs. Lee made it clear that she has made arrangements with family and friends to watch her children in Port Orchard when she visits Mr. Lee here in Snohomish County. The two also made it clear that Mr. Lee would not be in Port Orchard so physical contact with her…

Obviously everyone has heard the saying everyone is different. Which is true, and that means that people are going to have different opinions on their relationship with "stuff". Growing up my mom has always told me, "Erica you better not get rid of your grandma 's stuff when you get older, or I 'm gonna come back and haunt you." Which I guess I 'm just not a sentimental person, but I have never saw the point of keeping it. To me in order to keep something you have to use it. So I have never…

of us started walking to dollar general to get something to drink and i got myself a dip ice cream mini bites. Then we started heading to farmington on the bloomfield highway it took like twenty five mins to get to a turn off that went by hill, thought that it be a short cut crossing the hill but it didn’t turn to be a short cut. The four of us go up the hill on top and we just mess around on top of the hill, but we did kinda got lost on the hill for at least ten mins. We got are self down from…

had probably been even in the realm of what he was going for, at least initially. Especially initially. He’d vowed to ruin her day, everyday, of course she fucking hated him. “No.” Small, but sure, her answer came, and when he looked thrown, she at least had that to savor. She had people she hated; her rapist, Lilly’s killer, Don Lamb for a million reasons. She’d never really hated Logan, had she? Hadn’t that been the problem? “When’d you start forgetting to hate me?” Slowly, she moved…

liked video games, art, and using swear words for emphasis. And he will definitely be the first to die in the zombie apocalypse. In gym class, she had a new personal goal: help Hunter pass gym class. No matter what, she would give him the numbers he’d need, (what are friends for?) but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She wanted him to earn it, or at least, try to earn it. Though today, he might’ve tried…

“And that is all for today class, make sure to do the readings and the homework that I have assigned in the syllabus. Who knows, you may or may not have a pop quiz coming up,” the aged professor says. Concluding the class with a slight cunning grin. As all the students get up to grab their bags and leave, I turn to Amanda and say, “hey Amanda, would you want to exchange phone numbers so we can do the homework for next week.” The words get out from my mouth very quickly, since I had been thinking…