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Name: Summer Lee
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Metro: Minneapolis
Birthday: 10/19/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: Old Musicals, Journaling, Snowball Fights, Songwriters, Worship Leading, Europe (specifically England, Ireland, and Scotland), Reading, Sinatra and Judy Garland, and a trillion other things... I tend to get excited over many things.. some might say I have an "exaggeratory" nature... if that were actually a word...
Expertise: I'm REALLY, REALLY good at sleeping:)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  charminglyquirky
MSN: bluecedar@hotmail.com
Member Since:
11/26/2004
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| relevant magazine online used two of my articles :)So I don't know if anyone checks this anymore but I recently sent a bunch of writing to various online magazines and found out today that Relevant used two of them :) If you'd like to check them out here's the direct link: http://www.relevantmagazine.com/life_article.php?id=7524 http://www.relevantmagazine.com/god_article.php?id=7477 :) Oh and you might have already read these particular articles ;) ha... | | |
| someday i will...Someday I will walk up to _______ and tell him he is a cowardly bastard.
Someday I will invent a tic-tac that tastes like thanksgiving dinner and only make one bottle and force some small, no name town in the middle of no nameiana to put it in their time capsule so that 100 years from now people will think we all lived off of tic tac meals and marvel...
Someday I will tell the next stranger to slather me with their pointless annoying small talk questions, that I have no desire to know them, and realize they don't actually have a desire to know me either and are simply following the lame social gestures of society. Then they can simply shut up and I'll shut up too and we can both go on our merry ways and enjoy all the more oxygen for it!
Someday I will find the tallest building of whatever city I happen to be traveling through and sneak up to the top at 4 am with a cup of hot chocolate, a book of poetry by Robert Louis Stevenson and a trusty flannel blanket and wait for the sunrise.
Someday I will make out in the rain... and the snow.... and maybe even a hailstorm... if it's little hail... or maybe we could wear construction hats...
Someday I will write a book or four under a psuedonym and when I happen to see someone carry it into a coffee shop, I'll sit at a table a few feet away, sip english breakfast tea and eventually casually wander over, start bashing the author of the book (because of course they do not know it is me) and see if they rush to my defense... at which point I will buy them a white mint Ghiradelli chocolate...
Someday I will spend an entire day madly dashing about the streets waving signs that say "The DOOM of the operatic Therasians is near!" just to see if any operatic Therasians really exist... (I'll know by the look of terror that comes over their face upon seeing me)...
And someday after I walk up to ______ and tell him he's a cowardly bastard, I will then track down everyone I've ever wanted to give a thorough tongue lashing to (which is about 8 people) and give them my best smile accompanied by a wink because I'll be so pleased at having accomplished the one thing I won't even need to worry about all the others....
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| Charles Dickens gone horribly wrong...So I'm seriously considering writing a children's book which will basically be a backwards rendition of Charles Dicken's "A Christmas Carol"... And as I realize you are dying for me to summarize the basic plot I shall not leave you salivating and proceed to do so:
Basically my protagonist will be little Harvey who is your average, sticky sweet and slightly mischevious 9 year old boy. (I was going to go with a little lass named Hillary but everyone would then find their minds wandering to the horrifying idea of her as President of the United States and become completely distracted from the story- thereby nullifying that truly brief idea).
So yes... Harvey, the sticky sweet 9 year old boy, will be gallavanting around doing what normal 9 year old boys do... rubbing dandelions on his chin, tying sparklers to the tails of neighborhood dogs, using his mother's best spatulas for impromptu batting practice... etc... And suddenly he will find himself face to face with the GHOST OF SORDID REALITY... (I will, of course, proceed to define "sordid" for the little kiddies, making my book not only fantastically entertaining but educational as well)...
Anyway... the GHOST OF SORDID REALITY (he must always be announced with a thundering Walter Cronkite kind of voice) will proceed to take Harvey on a trip to his future.... which will be filled with the usual assortment of junior high and highschool experiences (which I shan't go into now since you have all experienced these things for yourself) and during which he is told, "you can be anything you want to be Harvey- the world is your oyster"...
Unfortunately no one ever explains that not every oyster has a pearl inside and in fact a rare percentage of them actually DO which is why pearls are expensive things.... So when people say "the world is your oyster" what they really mean is "Get ready to choke on a bunch of seaweed and find salt in your underwear for the rest of your life because you're going to have to do a HECK (excuse my French slang-I shall keep that out of the children's version) of a lot of diving if you want to find an oyster that ACTUALLY has a pearl inside".
And when the book becomes a best seller in "kids book world" and I get offers to make it a musical (which I have already anticipated in my usual brilliant way) I have a musical number prepared entitled "Guess what Harvey? it's ALLLLLL downhill from heeeeeeeere!!!" At which point THE GHOST OF SORDID REALITY, Barney, Oscar the Grouch, and Mister Roger will start a smashing choreographed tap dance number.
And it will end with Harvey realizing that Peter Pan really hit on a good idea when he happened upon old "Never Never Land" and he'll spend the rest of his life sitting upon a picturesque window ledge looking up at the moon and clapping his hands saying, "I do believe in fairies!"
Moral of this post?
... This is what happens when you spend hours upon hours job hunting....
THE END
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| In one week, I will no longer be a "college student".... And now I have to make decisions.... i hate making decisions.... | | |
| i am convinced i knew the most when i was too young to know i knew it...i'm fingering through the file cabinet of 6 years ago or so, triggered by a random bowling trip i took with my friend alex last week... I hadn't bowled since high school, which i actually did quite frequently then as (for my group) it was one of the choices between hanging out at mcdonald's, someone's house or wandering around by the river (and usually getting thrown in)....
and i'm wondering... are you supposed to feel like a completely different person every... single... year.... ? are you supposed to "remember" things, people, places... and then squint a bit and shake your head because it feels like you have these intimate video clip glimpses into someone else's life because they don't even feel like they belong to you anymore?
... shouldn't some parts of who you are stay the same? or are we so influenced by those we are with that when company comes and goes the base traces of who we are ebb and flow with them...?
you know what i miss (though i can't truly remember it)... i miss what i see in the eyes of the muddy haired toddler who blinks up at me and doesn't tear his gaze away until the stroller his mother pushes him in forces him to face another direction....
a lack of self awareness....
pure intense curiousity... the ability to take in everything as new...
the lack of self awareness....
i wish i hadn't let myself forget so much... or maybe i wish i hadn't let myself forget so many...
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