Literature - Non-Fiction

Let me start off by saying that as I type this I am eating Ghiradelli Chocolate Chip Brownies that I made myself. I feel so fancy, eating designer confections!

As most of you know, today is Thanksgiving. A holiday that has lost its original meaning and nowadays is the country's day to eat until we have to unbutton pants to be comfortable and ultimately having turkey leftovers for two weeks.

The day started fine. I was so happy and everything. Dad and I went to Sinking ...

Dad took me to work this morning. He had to borrow twenty dollars from me to get gas and unfortunately cigarettes. I told him that he could borrow money for gas, but I don't like to have my money used to fuel an addiction. But anyway, he said he'll pay me back.

I asked if he would help me take the extra boxes of recycling to the bin today. After I loaded the nineteen boxes in the back of the truck, he said "If I had known there were that many boxes, I would have got out and ...

I arrived at the office at 8:30am this morning, because I figured that I would need as much time as possible in order to get the paper finished. I had the Thanksgiving letters typed when Gabby arrived at 10am. Then, while she did nothing, I worked on piecing the paper together. By 1pm when Misty arrived, I had the majority of the paper complete. I had the paper tightened to 13 pages.

Now, in order to send the paper to the press, it must have a page count that is a multiple of ...

Let me just start by saying that composing for a newspaper is not a job when you get many breaks. Especially if one of the sales reps sell $695 worth of ads in less than five hours. I am talking about Misty, the person who split her job to both Iris and I in order for her to focus on school. Gabby, our regular sales rep, also sold way past her goal. Anyway, I managed to finish making the ads I was given though, so that's a good thing. The not so good thing is that I have only tomorrow to take ...

I have been down today. It's like all the joy has been sucked out of me. You see, I know something that I shouldn't know. I should wait until the person tells me this bit information. But I already know. Normally, knowing things makes me happy, because it means I'm one step closer to knowing everything. I don't know why the possibility of knowing everything makes me happy, it just does. Anyway, this thing I know has put a damper on everything. When I am around this person I act sorta sad, ...