Oh, god, it’s the face of God

I’ve been dreading writing this one. Please try not to be too judgmental. So in this school we didn’t have lockers, just cubby-holes hidden behind curtains in out homeroom classroom. One night at home I was laying on my back in bed, and I saw the face of Jesus looking at me from above. I… Continue reading Oh, god, it’s the face of God

Looking down my nose

Report cards, and testing time. I know I scored well; in the sixth grade I scored in an eighth grade education level, with ninth grade reading. I know I have mentioned it before, and I will again, it has become an integral part of me: I am not that smart. Common sense, barely. Street smarts,… Continue reading Looking down my nose

Of dolls, horses, hats, and heavy metals

Throughout this time I started randomly collecting different things, mostly what my family picked out for me. I had dolls from Holland with tiny wooden shoes, a woven Native American doll, several others that I can’t remember, and since Helen (step-grandma) used to be stationed in Japan, every Girl’s Day I would get a female… Continue reading Of dolls, horses, hats, and heavy metals

If you’re Goth and you don’t know it…clap your hands??

Ah, the good old days…. music was everywhere, MTv actually played videos, and the battlecry of insomniac comedy lovers was “I want my Al tv!” And yet here I am, a depressed and lonely teenager – yay. Songs that spoke to me made me cry – “does anyone love anybody?”,  “wouldn’t it be good if… Continue reading If you’re Goth and you don’t know it…clap your hands??