And, in the spirit of everything they represent, I've committed to a charity walk called Out of the Darkness that will take place Saturday, October 10th and I need sponsored donations. I've made my goal small ($100), so I hope to meet it by then. If you want to donate on my behalf for this walk, read more about it HERE.
Now, onto the shizz. I'm no good at these so bear with... using the MC's narrative below, what do YOU think she looks like?
School blows. Boys blow. Life blows. Well, not my whole life. The music's alright, I guess. I mean, it sort of saved me in a way. The same way I thought Ethan did. But he didn't save me for anything but leftovers. Not the good kind, either. The molded, mildewed take-out box hidden way in the back. Next to the rotted pickles and fermented jug of two percent.
I'm not like most girls. I sometimes pee standing up, only wash my hair when it rains and pretty much never speak my mind unless I'm about to blow. And man, am I about to blow. The shine from my guitar blinds me from all things Ethan, so I pick her up and strum a few chords. My guitars are always chicks because, like I said, boys blow. She lets me hold her and cry on her and sing to her and she never turns me down or talks about me in the bathroom stall or tells me what a loser I am.
Without her, I'm all the things he told me I was. Without her, I'm nothing. Without her, I'm only me. The screwed up girl who sucks at school, who sucks with boys, who sucks at life. My whole life.So there you have mu suckage. This is written from nothing, but based on my favorite MC. Check out better entries HERE. What does she look like to YOU?
P.S. Go check out Jess's CONTEST while you're at it.