devopassiflora

Miss Cindy passed away during Spring Break. The funeral was terrible. The funeral home accidentally slipped a random picture of some other woman in the picture slideshow of her life. The man doing the eulogy had only known her for 2 months. It should have been a closed-casket. But all in all, I think Miss Cindy's righteous indignation at the whole thing would have amused me greatly. She was a feisty woman, and I have no doubt she would have given everyone in charge the ol' what for. She taught me how to drive. She let me and my dog stay in her house when I wasn't getting along with my dad. She was there for dance recitals, birthday parties,

Well, I moved. It wasn't supposed to be a big deal, but i fell in love before I left. I'll see him Thanksgiving. Right now though, I'm trying to focus on school. Insecurities aplenty dance around my cranial cavity. I'm feeling a bit restless. Since I'm a female, I'm getting paranoid. Even though, this stress is the norm for me around test time; Midterms are next week. Ms. Cindy fell ill again. Pray for her, please. Mom asked me to write her a letter; she says my letters have the power to lift anyone's spirits. I think that would just be the power of letters in general. I can't bring myself to do it. I've tried, but I don't know what to s

I should be working on my essay like ferrealz... My town has been under a solid sheet of ice, because we don't know how to snow properly. lol My parents not ones to waste such an opportunity decided i should try out ice driving. On the way to the parking lot we saw two rolled trucks, a head on collision between a truck and a jeep, and a truck passed us and promptly lost control and slid into a ditch. Truck drivers/owners must be stupid; it's the only logical conclusion. Anyways, ice driving with traction control and W-rated tires was wonderful. A bit of a disappointment in some ways, since I obviously didn't get to experience the wonders