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Sick :/

I'm pretty sick atm. Which basically stinks, but it could be worse. But sick means lazy, and lazy means I haven't chosen somebody to co-write with.
I'll try tomorrow, I'm feeling better than I was this morning. (which was absolutely terrible)
Chicken soup does wonders <3

LOOKING FOR SOME CO-WRITING!!!! (please consider)

I want to write. I feel like it's been forever since I shared some fictional story with you guys. The thing is, Language Arts at school sucks my creativity into there, and my writing is rarely expressed here. I want to write a story and finish it, but I know I can't do it on my own.
So here it is: I want somebody to co-write with. How it would work is we would brainstorm together, help each other revise and edit, and write two different point-of-views.
If you're interested, COMMENT (not message) with some writing, or a link (to some of your writing).
Oh, and don't make me read an entire Harry


WINTER BREAK! How many of you guys are happy about a few weeks without tests, teachers, homework, disgusting cafeteria food, bullies, being partnered with perverts, projects, and smart-a** arguments. (thanks to David for extending my vocabulary)


I was on playstation home yesterday, and I saw two people wearing killjoy outfits! I freaked out so bad.

I know why the caged bird sings.

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a

Read this. Now.
I got 102. Maybe I added wrong?

[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for "hurting you"
[x] You have run into a glass/screen door.
[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks.
[x] You have run into a tree/bush.
[x] You have been called a blonde.
[x] you know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.
[x] You just tried to lick your elbow.
[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star had the same melody.
[x] You just sang them to make sure.
So far: 9
[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.
[x] You

What's something you want to do before you die?

I recently made my bucket list :)

It's the boy you never told I like you.