Dear World,

I am sorry about this whole America thing. What with the war and our idiot president and Rush Limbaugh and so many people killing the enviroment, not to mention such travisties as "The Real World" and "The Hills," you must think we Americans are a silly lot.
World, I am here to tell you not all of us are.
And those that voted in Bush probably regret it now. Because by now they'e realized how jam-packed with awesomeness he is not.
So, World, remember that there are some semi-intelligent Americans out there who are trying to do something.
With the deepest Sincereity,
Heather D.

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"Somedays I have no motiation, even if these days are before finals."

Boy

He sits at his desk and taps and drums and drops his pencil on purpose. He's super smart and Phillipino and plays the drums. He's quiet and so shy. He likes video games and Futurama and pizza. He has a girly calculator and he's trustworthy (or so it's hoped). He's never had a girl like him before and it's happening and he's absolutely terrified.

Expecially when she comes over with his sister, who she also likes, in a most friendly way. They play video games (which she has never done) and there's human contanct when she lays her head on his shoulder. It is a thrill for her and maybe for him.

During dinner, he twists a can completely around and around and around til he breaks it apart.

The sister, the sister's boyfriend, he, and she laugh a lot.

At nine, she leaves because she can only drive til nine. She announces her departure and says good bye, followed by the sister: her friend, who she loves like a sister.
She whispers, "Should I have hugged him?"
"YES!"

She runs and jumps on him, hugging him quickly because in truth she's just as terrified. And outside the sister laughs.

She's breathless.
"Do you think there's something there then?"
"He smiled. And he's never twisted a can before. I think he was nervous."
Confession: "So was I."

And she knows as she's going home that maybe there is a chance for this to be continued...

She wants to be talented.

And she doesn't mind selling her soul.

Introduction

She sat, listening to love songs and pondering when and where and why.
She sat, listening, because that’s all she ever did. She only ever sat and watched and wondered what could happen. What should be happening.
Everyone said to wait: wait, be patient, your day will come.
And she’s waiting.
And she’s waiting.
And she’s waiting but it’s wearing her thin.
And she’s waiting but everyday it’s getting harder.
And she’s been waiting all of her young life but as it seems, she’s waiting for nothing.

She sat, so angry at love, loneliness, life, but still waiting.