Shooting Start

Well, kids, another day is gone. I’ve gotten a lot of noise about my post yesterday. I got three MSN conversations from one person, completely blown off by another, and an email from someone I’ve never met asking for more information. Shmoly gesus. I seem to know how to create a sensation. I think I should clarify somethings.

Of course, there is always the possiblity that I’m making her up, but that aside, she doesn’t live at DSU. I implied that because I am a dirty, sneaky little devil and it gives me pleasure to use words like weapons, but I never said it. Ha ha ha – you all fell for it. Fools.

See the above box to tell why.

You know who I’m talking about.

You people are shallow and sick.

Carl. Get your own.

Does this help? Is it my style? Is it my delivery? What makes people react like this to my writing? I’ve had similar lashbacks before. People who think they know what I thought when I wrote something actually have no idea what I thought or why I thought it or what I’m thinking now.

Like this: I was on my way to the Dakota Prarie Playhouse for play practice today. It was around 9:20 pm, and it was dark out. Suddenly a bright point of light streaked its way across the sky. I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not going to tell you what I wished for. Besides, my mom read this blog. Naw, I’m just kidding. I didn’t wish at all.

How can you not wish at a shooting star? Easy. I looked at it with this stark confusion, like I didn’t know what was going on. And a voice in my head said, “You should make a wish” but nothing happened. I just stood there dumbfounded, like this was the best thing to ever happen to me or the worst. And then it was gone, and I realized that I had stopped walking.

What do YOU think it means? It’s a true story, but it’s fitting enought to post. Let me know your thoughts.