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hello, world.
fun things
I am . . .
I like . . .
. . . independant. Destiny’s Child taught me to be.
. . . hot sauce and anythin spicy but not so spicy tha start to cry.
. . . a lover of color but I find black to be practical.
. . . making people laugh even if it’s at my own expense.
I am not . . .
I dislike . . .
. . . going to pretend to be something I’m not.
. . . really scented candle Like the unnecessary on
. . . partial to chocolate or vanilla, they both have an appropriate time and place.
. . . that “Call Me Maybe” makes me think of Cario Egypt. Actually I love tha
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I want . . . . . . to be the inventor of something life changing. Like a shoe company. . . . a pilot’s license, so someday I can jet set on my own time.
I don’t want . . . . . . to miss out. On anything. . . . a shake weight, I prefer boxing.
I think . . . . . . life is an adventure. . . . being a con artist would be a great gig but I have a guilty conscience.
I believe . . . . . . you can get used to anything. . . . ambiguity is everything. It’s all what you make it.
BIG MOMENTS in my little life
I was born and so was the first website. Morgan Freeman narratorated both. Google debuts. The world becomes a barrage of questions. Wireless headsets are invented and I immediately loose my first pair of ear buds. Beyoncé and Jay-Z release 'Crazy in Love.’ ‘Big Brother’ airs and the concept of eality TV peaks then instantly pivits into a subliminal downward spiral. Apple releases the iPhone. Someone cracks the first iPhone screen. Taylor Swift becomes relevant. A report from USA Today and Vonage claims voice mail is on the decline and that my mom is the only one still using it.
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Creative Writing An Elephants Memoir exerpt
Jerry was a monstrous African elephant. He had been, “vacationing” in Greece for weeks with his wife Ivory. Where was she anyway? How hard could it be to spot an elephant? He had stopped in a patch of weeds near the beach, next to a herd ofgrazing wild goats to wait for her. The sunlight peeked through the clouds and danced off his loveable floppy ears, into his soft dark eyes. His enormous ivory tusks gave his trunk a coy personality and his skin, usually a beautifully wrinkled soft gray, had become dark and leathery in the island sun. While he waited, Jerry lit a cigarette with his trunk and took a deep inhale hoping the nicotine would shake his hangover. Then he saw her. Not the her he was looking for, not Ivory. A
different her. She was the most beautiful elephant Jerry had ever seen, the kind of beautiful that makes one’s world stop. She was eating breakfast on the deck of a yacht blacker than oil and probably more expensive too. She wore a red sarong to cover her drooping belly. He decided he liked the color red on her exclusively. Jerry looked away from the water to see Ivory charging toward him, her large hooves hitting the gravel ground like thunder. She was panting, but even with sweat dripping off her big ears, that framed her face in the perfect shape of a heart, she looked stunning. A pair of obnoxious aviators that sat crookedly on her trunk made her oversized elephant head look the size of a pin. . . .
Boys
exerpt Gregory was the friend of a friend. She met him while volunteering at a pancake feed to benefit the blind. During the event he smelled like musty cologne and maple syrup. His jeans had holes and his face had freckles, like every morning someone sprinkled his face with cinnamon. The freckles were cutest when he was tan during soccer season. He never took her seriously, and thus, She fell harder. For him, She was one of many. For her, he was the one. He was from one of those families; the families who ride horses and attend balls. She dreamed of being invited to balls, but he invited other girls, who looked better in the strapless sparkly dresses anyway. When they went to college it didn’t last. To last it would’ve had to be something in the first place. Mark didn’t have a car. She could never decide if that was more embarrassing for him or for her. Once, he took a cab to her house in the middle of the night after She called and invited him over. But She was really stoned and accidentally fell asleep. He called her 30 times and then took a cab back home. In the morning She laughed and asked him to take her to lunch. He watched South Park, but who didn’t. None of her friends knew any of this was going on. She would never tell them. I mean, he didn’t even have a car.She fell in love with Thatcher, whose real name was actually Luke. He was Best Friend’s older brother who joined a fraternity and started going by his last name. . . .
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IN MY OPINION generation x
We, the millennials, are on track to being the most educated generation in American history. We’re not only smart but we’re really pretty too. Okay pretty might be a stretch but we’re popular and love social freedom. Fifty two percent of us have more than 300 friends on Facebook with the top ten percent having more than 1,000.
social media experts
No one is a social media expert. Why do you think Mark Zuckerberg doesn’t have a Facebook? It’s too much for even him to figure out. Social media is changing every day. The makers of these platforms don’t want us to keep up. Once an art is mastered it become less fun and other people copy it. The chase of innovating social media is half the fun but the chase has just begun. Social media isn’t going anywhere.
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internet privacy With the advent of social media and privacy, or lack thereof, brands are becoming people and people are being brands. We’re living in an age where kids who are young enough to tell you their age with one hand are putting content on the Internet. Every man is for himself in the field of PR.
life’s an exploration