The NaBloPoMo prompt for Thursday was, “If you could go back in time and meet your 16 year old self, what three things would you tell yourself?
Now, I’m sure this was meant to be a very serious subject, and the three things should be something like, “Don’t take life too seriously, Don’t date that one guy, and Invest wisely.”
Bet on the Patriots to win the Superbowl in 2002. Put a lot of money on it.
Bet on the Sox to win the 2004 World Series. Put a lot of money on it.
The winning lotto numbers for XX drawing are:
Today’s NaBloPoMo writing prompt was “Freedom,” but all I can think about is the George Michael song. I think on the word, and I start singing. So now, using my freedom to not write a blog post about freedom based on a random prompt, I give you:
Think I’m gonna get me some happy.
(Also – That chick has some serious STOMP ability. Tyra would be proud.)
I remember when I first read the poem Richard Cory, by E.A. Robinson. I was in 10th grade, in a creative writing class, and my teacher passed the poem out to the class. I was reading it as the papers were still being passed out, and I was one of the first to reach the end.
I gasped. The teacher smiled.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
I still have the poem memorized. It still gives me chills. People are not always as they appear to be.