My roommate left on Thursday.
He was dressed up in his tuxedo with the biggest smile on his face.
He has left lots of other times but this time something was different and we both knew it but neither of us acknowledged it.
He showed me his new apartment and his new roommate and they both seem just swell.
But it's not the same.
I see his empty room with an unmade bed and I can almost convince myself that he has just finally learned how to tidy up and is only merely learning the joys of washing his sheets.
But that's not the case, and it's not the same.
I look back at all the fun times and joys we had together but I know it will never be like that again.
Because my roommate has moved out.
I no longer have to worry about disturbing him when I come home from work at 2 in the morning.
I don't have to be scared to death by the light sensitive music box we used to hide in each other's rooms.
I no longer have to try and beat him to the shower in the morning.
I don't have to worry that my music is too loud or pounding through the walls.
I no longer have to peek around the corners to make sure he isn't trying to scare me.
I won't be able to just have late night talks with him anymore.
I won't be able to do anything with him.
No, I no longer have to do any of that.
Because my roommate has moved out, to bigger and better things that I may never know about.
And things are not the same,
and they never will be again.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Letters to people I work with (part 2)
People always ask me why I still work here, my answer is the people.
These are my letters to some of those people.
Dear Chloe,
sorry for mocking your hopes and dreams, the thing is I've never heard of someone majoring in Geography. Hope that goes well for you.
Dear Kiersten,
I don't see why you like me so much, but just to let you know, No we are not friends, and No I don't want a hug. Please Shush and stay in your corner.
Dear Jeffrey,
You are one strange goose, please stop punching things and swearing in Japanese.
Dear Melissa/Vanessa,
I enjoy working with you because you are so upbeat and giggly. Thanks for always being offended to make things fun and keeping each time I work with you interesting.
Dear Austin (Justin),
Hey Fattie :) thanks for messing around with all of us, it's been really fun. I wish you could just stick around at our store for longer. Saratoga doesn't seem nearly as amusing.
Dear Daycrew,
Do your freaking job!
Dear Abra,
You suck at ordering, or really doing anything. I hate you, please go back to the pit you crawled out of.
Dear Haylee,
Hey closing buddy, I think you are awesome and don't you forget it. Please remember whenever I am rude or sarcastic to you I'm messing with you. Don't take it personally. I'm glad you didn't quit, and yes we are friends.
Dear Allie,
You are amazing, I wish you worked more. No you aren't mean and while it is true that you never said that you were nice, it doesn't entirely mean that you are mean. You are awesome and one of the nicest people I know. Thanks for continuing the alphabet game. You're on the list.
Dear Kim,
I hate you with a fiery passion. How the crap can you loose a whole right glove???! you suck. GO AWAY and STOP TALKING TO ME. that is all.
Dear Mallary,
I'm sorry, but it is just too enjoyable and fun mocking you. I hope you realize that it is all fake, and I really do like you. You may have noticed by now that you are one of the few people that I do not hate at work. These letters make that very clear. It's been extremely fun messing around with you, thanks for keeping things interesting. It really sucks that you are quitting. I hope that you have fun in Japan. I hope that your life turns out the way you want it to. Good luck.
Dear Jacqlyn,
There is something wrong with you, not everyone here is your friend, and yes I do hate you, along with pretty much the whole day crew (although I will never say it to your face). Please leave me alone and don't just stand there, do something.
Dear Nick,
Go away, standing extremely close behind me does not make me move any faster. I don't see why you still work here when you hate it so much. Please get fired or quit soon.
Dear Holly,
First of all, thanks for being honest and getting deep. You showed that you really do care by telling me the truth. I know that must have been hard but I appreciate the effort it took. I'm offended by your height, and yes I will go home and tell my mom about it. You better not get transferred before I quit or else I'll threaten to quit at that time. You and Austin make closing fun.
Dear Katie,
Shut up.
If you want to read what I said about my other coworkers here it is.
letters to people i work with
These are my letters to some of those people.
Dear Chloe,
sorry for mocking your hopes and dreams, the thing is I've never heard of someone majoring in Geography. Hope that goes well for you.
Dear Kiersten,
I don't see why you like me so much, but just to let you know, No we are not friends, and No I don't want a hug. Please Shush and stay in your corner.
Dear Jeffrey,
You are one strange goose, please stop punching things and swearing in Japanese.
Dear Melissa/Vanessa,
I enjoy working with you because you are so upbeat and giggly. Thanks for always being offended to make things fun and keeping each time I work with you interesting.
Dear Austin (Justin),
Hey Fattie :) thanks for messing around with all of us, it's been really fun. I wish you could just stick around at our store for longer. Saratoga doesn't seem nearly as amusing.
Dear Daycrew,
Do your freaking job!
Dear Abra,
You suck at ordering, or really doing anything. I hate you, please go back to the pit you crawled out of.
Dear Haylee,
Hey closing buddy, I think you are awesome and don't you forget it. Please remember whenever I am rude or sarcastic to you I'm messing with you. Don't take it personally. I'm glad you didn't quit, and yes we are friends.
Dear Allie,
You are amazing, I wish you worked more. No you aren't mean and while it is true that you never said that you were nice, it doesn't entirely mean that you are mean. You are awesome and one of the nicest people I know. Thanks for continuing the alphabet game. You're on the list.
Dear Kim,
I hate you with a fiery passion. How the crap can you loose a whole right glove???! you suck. GO AWAY and STOP TALKING TO ME. that is all.
Dear Mallary,
I'm sorry, but it is just too enjoyable and fun mocking you. I hope you realize that it is all fake, and I really do like you. You may have noticed by now that you are one of the few people that I do not hate at work. These letters make that very clear. It's been extremely fun messing around with you, thanks for keeping things interesting. It really sucks that you are quitting. I hope that you have fun in Japan. I hope that your life turns out the way you want it to. Good luck.
Dear Jacqlyn,
There is something wrong with you, not everyone here is your friend, and yes I do hate you, along with pretty much the whole day crew (although I will never say it to your face). Please leave me alone and don't just stand there, do something.
Dear Nick,
Go away, standing extremely close behind me does not make me move any faster. I don't see why you still work here when you hate it so much. Please get fired or quit soon.
Dear Holly,
First of all, thanks for being honest and getting deep. You showed that you really do care by telling me the truth. I know that must have been hard but I appreciate the effort it took. I'm offended by your height, and yes I will go home and tell my mom about it. You better not get transferred before I quit or else I'll threaten to quit at that time. You and Austin make closing fun.
Dear Katie,
Shut up.
If you want to read what I said about my other coworkers here it is.
letters to people i work with
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Things I wish upon my Enemies
-socks that slide down off your feet while you are wearing shoes
-black ice on your pathway so you will slip and fall
-a piece of food stuck in your teeth on a date
-shoes just slightly too small and you can notice it when you walk around
-registering for a class that has one spot remaining and having your computer freeze
-slow internet service
-watching a show with the audio being just a second too slow and not matching up
-canker sores
-taking notes that you can't read later when studying for the test
-writing a paper and having to use up a whole other paper for the last sentence and you can't change anything
-a roommate who doesn't help to do anything
-someone blowdrying their hair in the apartment next to yours at 1;30 in the morning
-being stuck behind a slow driver (possibly when going to the hospital)
-wearing socks and stepping in a puddle
-having sweat marks when you meet your crush
-constantly being tailgated
-go through a drive-thru and having you order being wrong
-writing and having your pen smear all over your hand
-coughing and not being able to really cough what you need to get out of your throat, so you just cough suffocating
-getting shot 20 times with a paintball gun
-wearing a strapless bra that secretly just wants to really be a belt
-getting a piece of corn stuck in your teeth
-stubbing their toe (multiple times)
-getting pickpocketed right before lunch
-having long legs and being on a plane with seats too close together
-lag while playing an online game
-having their computer shut-down/turn off right at the most intense part of the show they were watching
-having their favorite pen die in the middle of a sentence
-forgetting a pencil on a test day (silence, no talking.)
-going into a class and realizing they have a test they didn't study for
-the lunchroom runs out of food right when they get to the front of the line
-having someone drop an ice cube down their back
-Alec Hardison
-black ice on your pathway so you will slip and fall
-a piece of food stuck in your teeth on a date
-shoes just slightly too small and you can notice it when you walk around
-registering for a class that has one spot remaining and having your computer freeze
-slow internet service
-watching a show with the audio being just a second too slow and not matching up
-canker sores
-taking notes that you can't read later when studying for the test
-writing a paper and having to use up a whole other paper for the last sentence and you can't change anything
-a roommate who doesn't help to do anything
-someone blowdrying their hair in the apartment next to yours at 1;30 in the morning
-being stuck behind a slow driver (possibly when going to the hospital)
-wearing socks and stepping in a puddle
-having sweat marks when you meet your crush
-constantly being tailgated
-go through a drive-thru and having you order being wrong
-writing and having your pen smear all over your hand
-coughing and not being able to really cough what you need to get out of your throat, so you just cough suffocating
-getting shot 20 times with a paintball gun
-wearing a strapless bra that secretly just wants to really be a belt
-getting a piece of corn stuck in your teeth
-stubbing their toe (multiple times)
-getting pickpocketed right before lunch
-having long legs and being on a plane with seats too close together
-lag while playing an online game
-having their computer shut-down/turn off right at the most intense part of the show they were watching
-having their favorite pen die in the middle of a sentence
-forgetting a pencil on a test day (silence, no talking.)
-going into a class and realizing they have a test they didn't study for
-the lunchroom runs out of food right when they get to the front of the line
-having someone drop an ice cube down their back
-Alec Hardison
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
how college students are like kids
these are just a few examples of how college students are like kids...at least the ones that i've noticed..
-we get excited about stupid little things
- free food is always a motivator
- you can bribe us with the mention of food
-everyone can tell when you haven't slept
- we don't eat our fruits or veggies
- we like naps
- we don't want to go to school and nobody can make us
- we occasionally have melt downs and tantrums
- we only eat a few certain foods
- we choose the easiest path
- we don't care what we're wearing
- we love playing with our toys
- we get really excited about a free doughnut
- we are very grumpy and tired a lot of the time
- we want to stay up as late as possible but we also want sleep
- we love watching tv
- we don't want to do our homework
- we don't like making choices, we just want everything
- Mac and cheese is our favorite food
- we think the opposite sex has cooties
-Alec Hardison
-we get excited about stupid little things
- free food is always a motivator
- you can bribe us with the mention of food
-everyone can tell when you haven't slept
- we don't eat our fruits or veggies
- we like naps
- we don't want to go to school and nobody can make us
- we occasionally have melt downs and tantrums
- we only eat a few certain foods
- we choose the easiest path
- we don't care what we're wearing
- we love playing with our toys
- we get really excited about a free doughnut
- we are very grumpy and tired a lot of the time
- we want to stay up as late as possible but we also want sleep
- we love watching tv
- we don't want to do our homework
- we don't like making choices, we just want everything
- Mac and cheese is our favorite food
- we think the opposite sex has cooties
-Alec Hardison
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
the lone wolf
I need a friend.
A friend I can trust.
One similar to me, but not too much alike that I hate them.
I need somebody.
I'm so alone.
I want a friend that will just take a walk with me around campus, at 12:45 in the morning just because I need to talk.
I want to find a friend.
I never thought that going to the same college with someone who you thought was your best friend could be so lonely.
I know you live in the building next door, but you never seemed so far away. Maybe it's because I can't get into your building (because it's a prison) or maybe it's because you never want to do anything at all.
I need to do something.
I want to find a friend that will motivate me enough to just get out of my dorm room.
Someone that actually likes me.
A friend that will remind me that there are things out in the world and people to keep living for... because right now. I don't see anything. I'm blind and I'm empty. I'm dead on the inside and all i really want to be is dead.
I want to kill myself.
Someone that will actually notice when I'm lying to them. And they will notice when something is just not quite adding up. Someone that will keep me off this ledge. Because baby, I'm afraid. I'm afraid to kill myself. I'm afraid to die.
I want someone that will care.
I want a friend that will notice when I stop talking, someone that will help me.
Because right now, I could use all the help I could get.
-Alec Hardison
A friend I can trust.
One similar to me, but not too much alike that I hate them.
I need somebody.
I'm so alone.
I want a friend that will just take a walk with me around campus, at 12:45 in the morning just because I need to talk.
I want to find a friend.
I never thought that going to the same college with someone who you thought was your best friend could be so lonely.
I know you live in the building next door, but you never seemed so far away. Maybe it's because I can't get into your building (because it's a prison) or maybe it's because you never want to do anything at all.
I need to do something.
I want to find a friend that will motivate me enough to just get out of my dorm room.
Someone that actually likes me.
A friend that will remind me that there are things out in the world and people to keep living for... because right now. I don't see anything. I'm blind and I'm empty. I'm dead on the inside and all i really want to be is dead.
I want to kill myself.
Someone that will actually notice when I'm lying to them. And they will notice when something is just not quite adding up. Someone that will keep me off this ledge. Because baby, I'm afraid. I'm afraid to kill myself. I'm afraid to die.
I want someone that will care.
I want a friend that will notice when I stop talking, someone that will help me.
Because right now, I could use all the help I could get.
-Alec Hardison
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Things I've learned about college so far/advice I would give someone going to college/random tidbits of information about my college experience
-people arrive 10 minutes early to class, go in and just sit there until class starts? what is this?
-it's like a freaking social norm, you don't walk on the grass, walk on the nice straight pathways. I think they are all secretly robots.
-being on your period while you have a roommate is super awkward. I mean, you're both girls and you both get it...but it's just awkward because...yeah..
-don't cook brussel sprouts it makes your apartment smell weird.
-going to college you pretty much pack up your whole freaking life and leave.
-always wear socks if you have a bowling class-always
-people that go to bed super early are banished (that's okay be that guy, get the most sleep, be the happiest)
-if you live in an all girl's apartment you should already be totally fine with your roommate just stripping down in front of you (prepare yourself, it's like gym, but worse because they are total strangers)
-when there are no adults around to make you eat your fruits and veggies...you won't, no matter how good of a goody-two-shoes you supposedly are.
-if you don't eat your fruits and veggies you'll get scurvy (the thing pirates usually get)
-german roommates are really strange
-always have a flashlight in case of power-outs
-don't panic (at the disco)
-take a shower pretty much EVERY day
-learn how to cook before going off to college-you'll starve without proper cooking skills
-if you don't know how to cook invest in a meal plan down at the cafeteria
-nobody eats on campus (like for instance walking from one class to another with a granola bar-shame on you) you either: don't eat, eat at your apartment or building, or eat at the school cafeteria.
-don't try the chicken tenders when the young inexperienced dude is the grill master
-learn about which grill dude does the best dishes (so then you know which things are safe to eat, on which days)
-don't stay up TOO late
-don't miss any of your classes (DANGER: WARNING: VERY DANGEROUS AND STUPID)
-be nice to people
-don't be shy
-buy lots and lots of toilet paper (trust me, you'll need it)
-do things early, don't wait for it to be the night before it's due to stay up and do it (also very stupid this isn't like high school you can't make up shit the night before and expect to get a good grade on it)
-if you're stressed, take a nap (it really helps, trust me: naps will be your very best friend)
-try and make your dorm room bed comfy (the best you can do is try, it will never actually happen though. It will always be un-comfy no-matter what you do.)
-don't try to multitask (that never works you idjit)
-before each class period review your notes to prepare yourself for that day in class
-if your roommate is a partier, don't wait up for them, just get to sleep (you'll thank me later)
-carry headphones around with you at all times (you'll never know when you need them)
-don't procrastinate your homework until 2 in the morning-nothing makes sense at 2 in the morning
-use the 20 minute study plan. 20 minutes of studying, 2-5 minutes of relaxing, pleasure. then get back to work.
-it's super awkward when you fall asleep in the middle of studying and your roommate walks in on you. Trust me, this has happened to me so many times, probably because I just want a nap and will take one at really any opportunity available, whether it be studying, eating, watching Netflix, thinking. FACT: If I am sitting down or laying down for more than 15 minutes without doing anything, I WILL FALL ASLEEP!!! And the sad thing is, I really enjoy sleeping and napping. But my friend thinks that I shouldn't take naps because it messes up my sleeping schedule or something like that. Well you know what Robin? SCREW YOU!! I LOVE NAPS, AND IF I WANT TO TAKE 3 IN ONE DAY, I WILL DO SO!!!
-i really don't know what that^ was, so please pardon my french.
And those are some of the things that I've learned about college so far, with only being here a month.
-Alec Hardison
-it's like a freaking social norm, you don't walk on the grass, walk on the nice straight pathways. I think they are all secretly robots.
-being on your period while you have a roommate is super awkward. I mean, you're both girls and you both get it...but it's just awkward because...yeah..
-don't cook brussel sprouts it makes your apartment smell weird.
-going to college you pretty much pack up your whole freaking life and leave.
-always wear socks if you have a bowling class-always
-freshmen 15 is actually a thing
-people expect you to go to bed really late and if you don't you're like the leper of the colony-people that go to bed super early are banished (that's okay be that guy, get the most sleep, be the happiest)
-if you live in an all girl's apartment you should already be totally fine with your roommate just stripping down in front of you (prepare yourself, it's like gym, but worse because they are total strangers)
-when there are no adults around to make you eat your fruits and veggies...you won't, no matter how good of a goody-two-shoes you supposedly are.
-if you don't eat your fruits and veggies you'll get scurvy (the thing pirates usually get)
-german roommates are really strange
-always have a flashlight in case of power-outs
-don't panic (at the disco)
-take a shower pretty much EVERY day
-learn how to cook before going off to college-you'll starve without proper cooking skills
-if you don't know how to cook invest in a meal plan down at the cafeteria
-nobody eats on campus (like for instance walking from one class to another with a granola bar-shame on you) you either: don't eat, eat at your apartment or building, or eat at the school cafeteria.
-don't try the chicken tenders when the young inexperienced dude is the grill master
-learn about which grill dude does the best dishes (so then you know which things are safe to eat, on which days)
-don't stay up TOO late
-don't miss any of your classes (DANGER: WARNING: VERY DANGEROUS AND STUPID)
-be nice to people
-don't be shy
-buy lots and lots of toilet paper (trust me, you'll need it)
-do things early, don't wait for it to be the night before it's due to stay up and do it (also very stupid this isn't like high school you can't make up shit the night before and expect to get a good grade on it)
-if you're stressed, take a nap (it really helps, trust me: naps will be your very best friend)
-try and make your dorm room bed comfy (the best you can do is try, it will never actually happen though. It will always be un-comfy no-matter what you do.)
-don't try to multitask (that never works you idjit)
-before each class period review your notes to prepare yourself for that day in class
-if your roommate is a partier, don't wait up for them, just get to sleep (you'll thank me later)
-carry headphones around with you at all times (you'll never know when you need them)
-don't procrastinate your homework until 2 in the morning-nothing makes sense at 2 in the morning
-use the 20 minute study plan. 20 minutes of studying, 2-5 minutes of relaxing, pleasure. then get back to work.
-it's super awkward when you fall asleep in the middle of studying and your roommate walks in on you. Trust me, this has happened to me so many times, probably because I just want a nap and will take one at really any opportunity available, whether it be studying, eating, watching Netflix, thinking. FACT: If I am sitting down or laying down for more than 15 minutes without doing anything, I WILL FALL ASLEEP!!! And the sad thing is, I really enjoy sleeping and napping. But my friend thinks that I shouldn't take naps because it messes up my sleeping schedule or something like that. Well you know what Robin? SCREW YOU!! I LOVE NAPS, AND IF I WANT TO TAKE 3 IN ONE DAY, I WILL DO SO!!!
-i really don't know what that^ was, so please pardon my french.
And those are some of the things that I've learned about college so far, with only being here a month.
-Alec Hardison
Saturday, August 23, 2014
I hate trying to come up with creative titles, screw it.
I would much rather stay inside my room with the lights off in utter self-loathing than do anything else.
Some of the reasons I hate myself: or in other words: insecurities:
-how I have two cow licks in my hair, one in the front and one in the back
-how tall I am
-my pinkies
-how my face turns red after doing nothing (yesterday I walked DOWN 1 set of stairs and it set it off)
-the freckle in the middle, between my eyes
-and how if I get angry and my skin scrunches up that little freckle mentioned above, has it's own little bubble of skin
-how white I am
-the pathetic-ness of how I can't stay outside for more than 30 minutes in direct sunlight before turning into a lobster
-my voice (it's so high and squeaky)
-my invisible eyebrows
-the stupid pimple on my face
-my weight
-my attitude
-how I have a sock and watch tan line
-oh yeah, my farmers tan
-the bump in the middle of my nose
-my inability to stretch
-the infinite amount of freckles
-how my nose is always a darker shade of red than the rest of my face
-other stuff I can't think of right now...
-Alec Hardison
Some of the reasons I hate myself: or in other words: insecurities:
-how I have two cow licks in my hair, one in the front and one in the back
-how tall I am
-my pinkies
-how my face turns red after doing nothing (yesterday I walked DOWN 1 set of stairs and it set it off)
-the freckle in the middle, between my eyes
-and how if I get angry and my skin scrunches up that little freckle mentioned above, has it's own little bubble of skin
-how white I am
-the pathetic-ness of how I can't stay outside for more than 30 minutes in direct sunlight before turning into a lobster
-my voice (it's so high and squeaky)
-my invisible eyebrows
-the stupid pimple on my face
-my weight
-my attitude
-how I have a sock and watch tan line
-oh yeah, my farmers tan
-the bump in the middle of my nose
-my inability to stretch
-the infinite amount of freckles
-how my nose is always a darker shade of red than the rest of my face
-other stuff I can't think of right now...
-Alec Hardison
Friday, August 15, 2014
stress levels and thoughts
I wanna talk about how you can never find the soul mate to your socks And how you are able to be a 20 on a scale of 1-10. and how right about now I'm at least a 28.6 How I'm going to have to live with someone I don't even know for at least 3 months. I wanna talk about the playlist I made but it's only mine and how I labeled it that. I wanna write about how I'm secretly relieved about not having to talk to one of my friends ever again. How I have almost as strong connections with people I formerly used to work with them l than my best friends. How you can hate a job but love working with some of the people
How you can be so stressed about not packing yet and still lounge around the house procrastinating. How I have 30 shirts that I haven't ever worn and don't fit me anymore. I'm sick of crying, crying gives me a headache and heartache too. About how my room looks like a bomb just exploded And my head looks about the same I want to talk about the way my pinkies look and how the 7th step on the way up the stairs squeaks but not on the way down I want to talk about how friends are the best things in the world, and about how silence is slowly killing us all. I want to talk about how I really haven't said goodbye to really anybody and how I leave in less than a day. And how I'm stressed a lot about that. The difference between then and than. Ponder upon the reason that printer ink is the most expensive liquid on earth based on price per ounce. Why suicide bombers should be getting life insurance and discuss the emotional attachments we all have to certain toys or stuffed animals from our childhoods and how sometimes spelling is the hardest thing in writing. How because of spelling words we would rather reconfigure the whole sentence that it used to be in. How drug dealers still live in their mother's basement. Why girls have it harder and the expectations that people attach for no reason at all. How I'm just sitting here writing instead of finishing packing I don't know. I just want to write and talk.
I'm not really sure where I was going with this....
-Alec Hardison
How you can be so stressed about not packing yet and still lounge around the house procrastinating. How I have 30 shirts that I haven't ever worn and don't fit me anymore. I'm sick of crying, crying gives me a headache and heartache too. About how my room looks like a bomb just exploded And my head looks about the same I want to talk about the way my pinkies look and how the 7th step on the way up the stairs squeaks but not on the way down I want to talk about how friends are the best things in the world, and about how silence is slowly killing us all. I want to talk about how I really haven't said goodbye to really anybody and how I leave in less than a day. And how I'm stressed a lot about that. The difference between then and than. Ponder upon the reason that printer ink is the most expensive liquid on earth based on price per ounce. Why suicide bombers should be getting life insurance and discuss the emotional attachments we all have to certain toys or stuffed animals from our childhoods and how sometimes spelling is the hardest thing in writing. How because of spelling words we would rather reconfigure the whole sentence that it used to be in. How drug dealers still live in their mother's basement. Why girls have it harder and the expectations that people attach for no reason at all. How I'm just sitting here writing instead of finishing packing I don't know. I just want to write and talk.
I'm not really sure where I was going with this....
-Alec Hardison
Sunday, August 10, 2014
A: you know who you are.
Dear A,
Thank you so much for tonight/today I'm glad that you realized and acknowledged the cues and signals I was giving off. Thank you for staying and waiting for me to get off before leaving. I'm pretty sure that carmel shake thing you made me stopped my heart at least once, but that's okay. Thank you for walking with me and just talking with me. Thanks for being honest with me. Try not to get Jason fired. I can't wait for you to tell me about the looks on everybody's faces when they read the letters. It's going to be awesome. Thank you for caring enough about me to stay and just talk with me. Thank you. I'm sorry i started crying. Thank you for the hug when I started crying, and for all the rest. I really needed those. Thank you for saying 'we really should be getting home' three times but not leaving until the last possible moment. Thank you for just letting me talk. I'm really going to miss you. And I hope that you actually do make that list, then I will have exactly one thing hanging up in my dorm room.
Thanks for tonight/this morning.
Pretty much,
Thank you.
It meant a lot to me.
-Alec Hardison
Thank you so much for tonight/today I'm glad that you realized and acknowledged the cues and signals I was giving off. Thank you for staying and waiting for me to get off before leaving. I'm pretty sure that carmel shake thing you made me stopped my heart at least once, but that's okay. Thank you for walking with me and just talking with me. Thanks for being honest with me. Try not to get Jason fired. I can't wait for you to tell me about the looks on everybody's faces when they read the letters. It's going to be awesome. Thank you for caring enough about me to stay and just talk with me. Thank you. I'm sorry i started crying. Thank you for the hug when I started crying, and for all the rest. I really needed those. Thank you for saying 'we really should be getting home' three times but not leaving until the last possible moment. Thank you for just letting me talk. I'm really going to miss you. And I hope that you actually do make that list, then I will have exactly one thing hanging up in my dorm room.
Thanks for tonight/this morning.
Pretty much,
Thank you.
It meant a lot to me.
-Alec Hardison
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
stop! (hammertime)
It is easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on tv about communication and expressing your feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.
I don't want to talk about it.
It doesn't matter. Stop asking about it.
You are standing too close.
I'm naturally uncomfortable.
Stop. It doesn't matter.
Leave me alone.
Ask somebody else for an opinion.
Go away.
Why are you following me?
Aren't you supposed to be going home now?
Just leave me alone.
Stop asking about it.
I don't want to talk about it.
It doesn't matter. Stop asking about it.
You are standing too close.
I'm naturally uncomfortable.
Stop. It doesn't matter.
Leave me alone.
Ask somebody else for an opinion.
Go away.
Why are you following me?
Aren't you supposed to be going home now?
Just leave me alone.
Stop asking about it.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Legitimate (truths)
Just a few truths
-I get really annoying with idiots who misuse the word 'literally'
-I dare you to try and string together a sentence without the word 'like' in it Charlie
-I only have 3 colors during the summer: lobster red, pink eye, and the sun on bright angel snow white.
-I stay up too late all the time because my mind likes to wander and worry and stress
-I'd rather stay at home than be social anyday
-No matter how hot it is, I always sleep with at least one blanket
-I drink Sprite when I'm stressed
-dino-nuggets taste better than regular nuggets
-I get sunburnt WAY too easily
-I can't have one conversation with anyone without asking questions or adding sarcastic remarks
-I'm way more annoying and loud at home than anywhere else
-I think I look cool when I wear sunglasses, but I probably look really stupid
-I'm trying to eat healthy but I'm a sucker for snow cones, so that's not exactly working out....
.. ... . .. ..... ..
...
-Alec Hardison (ME)
-I get really annoying with idiots who misuse the word 'literally'
-I dare you to try and string together a sentence without the word 'like' in it Charlie
-I only have 3 colors during the summer: lobster red, pink eye, and the sun on bright angel snow white.
-I stay up too late all the time because my mind likes to wander and worry and stress
-I'd rather stay at home than be social anyday
-No matter how hot it is, I always sleep with at least one blanket
-I drink Sprite when I'm stressed
-dino-nuggets taste better than regular nuggets
-I get sunburnt WAY too easily
-I can't have one conversation with anyone without asking questions or adding sarcastic remarks
-I'm way more annoying and loud at home than anywhere else
-I think I look cool when I wear sunglasses, but I probably look really stupid
-I'm trying to eat healthy but I'm a sucker for snow cones, so that's not exactly working out....
.. ... . .. ..... ..
...
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
these are not the droids you are looking for....
Dear you,
I hate you.
That is all.
Move along.
Nothing to see here.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
I hate you.
That is all.
Move along.
Nothing to see here.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Monday, July 7, 2014
A recipe for disaster
A simple yet complex recipe to make a disaster that has been voted best dilemma for 4 years in a row!
Ingredients:
-Adults (that were teenagers just a few months ago)
-School for 12 years straight
-A handful of peer pressure
-rules and regulations (enforced)
-tests (ap tests)
-Expectations
-Stress
-18 year old angst
-Parents
-Wifi
-Friends
-Work
-Lack of sleep
-Paranoia
-Uncertainty
-Stressful situations
-Sprinkle the word "COLLEGE" here and there
-Childhoods that have been murdered
-Graduate
-Make them choose what they want to do with their lives (extremely soon)
-Extreme freedom that they have never had before
-nervous breakdowns/anxiety attacks
-Unstable friend situations
-Enemies (rivals)
Instructions:
Preheat conventional oven to 350° F.
Mix all ingredients together in a big wooden bowl (spactula is recommended for better mixing).
Pour mixture from bowl into a glass 9x13 inch glass pan.
Cover with tin foil.
Bake in oven for 45-65 minutes.
Remove tin foil from top of pan.
Then bake for another 10 minutes to melt the top of disaster to perfection.
Add sprinkles (multi-colored is preferred).
Congratulations you have now made a huge un-desirable disaster.
Good job.
Ingredients:
-Adults (that were teenagers just a few months ago)
-School for 12 years straight
-A handful of peer pressure
-rules and regulations (enforced)
-tests (ap tests)
-Expectations
-Stress
-18 year old angst
-Parents
-Wifi
-Friends
-Work
-Lack of sleep
-Paranoia
-Uncertainty
-Stressful situations
-Sprinkle the word "COLLEGE" here and there
-Childhoods that have been murdered
-Graduate
-Make them choose what they want to do with their lives (extremely soon)
-Extreme freedom that they have never had before
-nervous breakdowns/anxiety attacks
-Unstable friend situations
-Enemies (rivals)
Instructions:
Preheat conventional oven to 350° F.
Mix all ingredients together in a big wooden bowl (spactula is recommended for better mixing).
Pour mixture from bowl into a glass 9x13 inch glass pan.
Cover with tin foil.
Bake in oven for 45-65 minutes.
Remove tin foil from top of pan.
Then bake for another 10 minutes to melt the top of disaster to perfection.
Add sprinkles (multi-colored is preferred).
Congratulations you have now made a huge un-desirable disaster.
Good job.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
A penny for your thoughts. I'm sorry but mine are worth $1.50.
Why so much for your thoughts you ask?
Because of these reasons:
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Because of these reasons:
- I'm broke
- I need money
- My thoughts are original
- I'm sick of giving my advice or sarcastic comments away for free
- I'm sick of talking
I'm sick of talking.
I'm sick of people always asking me how I am.
I've learned from experience it's better to just shut up and listen then to talk.
I seem to get into way more trouble and problems than I ever would've been in if I just shut up and stopped talking.
I love how I've just started to continually get quieter and people automatically assume that I'm just mute.
Which is fine with me.
I'm sick of asking questions because all it ever gets me is problems.
I'm sick of answering questions because nobody cares and nobody needs to know.
You know all those get to know you questions like: would you rather this out that?
I've decided I'd rather be mute than deaf.
All I ever do at work is talk and talk and talk and my throat is raw. It seems like lately everybody just seems to ignore that I exist. Which is fine by me. Because it's really easy to forget that there is an elephant in the room if it stops making noises.
I'm done with talking. All it ever does is give me more problems than I need.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Saturday, June 28, 2014
so how are you today Alec?
How are you today?
Good.
What about you?
Fine.
I'm not fine.
My best friend is in the ICU and I can't stop thinking about her.
I can't stop thinking about what would happen if she dies.
I wouldn't be myself. I wouldn't be able to cope or deal with this anymore.
Because I've been the one standing at the edge of the cliff looking down. Sometimes yearning to jump.
And she....
She's always been the person holding me back.
She's my safety rope tied around my waist just incase I start to slip.
I need her.
Please don't die and leave me here.
I know we've always joked about if one of us does die the other person was required to bring cubed funeral potatoes to the funeral. But you can't die now. I don't know how to make those yet. And if I don't live up to my word. ... I'll never forgive myself.
Buddy..
I need you.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Good.
What about you?
Fine.
I'm not fine.
My best friend is in the ICU and I can't stop thinking about her.
I can't stop thinking about what would happen if she dies.
I wouldn't be myself. I wouldn't be able to cope or deal with this anymore.
Because I've been the one standing at the edge of the cliff looking down. Sometimes yearning to jump.
And she....
She's always been the person holding me back.
She's my safety rope tied around my waist just incase I start to slip.
I need her.
Please don't die and leave me here.
I know we've always joked about if one of us does die the other person was required to bring cubed funeral potatoes to the funeral. But you can't die now. I don't know how to make those yet. And if I don't live up to my word. ... I'll never forgive myself.
Buddy..
I need you.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
I'm not worth it
I just want to scream to the world and everyone that tries to get to know me "I'M NOT WORTH YOUR TIME, I'M NOT A GOOD PERSON AND ALL I EVER DO IS HURT PEOPLE!! "I'm not worth your time. Don't ask about me.... I'm not worth it. ... just tell me about you...
Let's not waste our breath talking about me.... let's talk about you... because I'm not worth it...
you really shouldn't want to get to know me.
I'm a nobody...
I prefer to be invisible (than be in the spotlight)
I'm not the main character in anybody's personal movies.
I'm just an extra in the background.
I don't play a big role, I don't even have any lines to say.
I'm just here to be another splotch of color in the background most likely in a green or blue shirt to try and make it interesting.
I'm not even a side character (supporting character is what my sister thinks the correct term is).
I'm trying too hard to be the comic relief, in your story.
Yep, I'm that cheesy character that is only really around for a couple seasons until they eventually get killed off.
And that is when you realize that they weren't even a big contribution to the whole show.
I'm not a good person. Don't get confused. I'm not a good person and you really Don't want to get to know me.
Don't waste your time trying to get to know me, because I'm not worth it.
It doesn't matter where I'm going to college or what my favorite dessert is, or anything like that because it really doesn't matter....I don't matter. Please stop asking me questions.
Stop trying to get to know me.
All I ever do is hurt people. It's better to just stay away from me.
I'm not worth wasting your time on.
"I'M NOT WORTH YOUR TIME, I'M NOT A GOOD PERSON AND ALL I EVER DO IS HURT PEOPLE!!"
Just move on....
I'm not worth your time or your breath ... let's talk about you...
.. because I'm not worth it....
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Let's not waste our breath talking about me.... let's talk about you... because I'm not worth it...
you really shouldn't want to get to know me.
I'm a nobody...
I prefer to be invisible (than be in the spotlight)
I'm not the main character in anybody's personal movies.
I'm just an extra in the background.
I don't play a big role, I don't even have any lines to say.
I'm just here to be another splotch of color in the background most likely in a green or blue shirt to try and make it interesting.
I'm not even a side character (supporting character is what my sister thinks the correct term is).
I'm trying too hard to be the comic relief, in your story.
Yep, I'm that cheesy character that is only really around for a couple seasons until they eventually get killed off.
And that is when you realize that they weren't even a big contribution to the whole show.
I'm not a good person. Don't get confused. I'm not a good person and you really Don't want to get to know me.
Don't waste your time trying to get to know me, because I'm not worth it.
It doesn't matter where I'm going to college or what my favorite dessert is, or anything like that because it really doesn't matter....I don't matter. Please stop asking me questions.
Stop trying to get to know me.
All I ever do is hurt people. It's better to just stay away from me.
I'm not worth wasting your time on.
"I'M NOT WORTH YOUR TIME, I'M NOT A GOOD PERSON AND ALL I EVER DO IS HURT PEOPLE!!"
Just move on....
I'm not worth your time or your breath ... let's talk about you...
.. because I'm not worth it....
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Monday, June 16, 2014
letters to people I work with
The sad thing is....during the summer I will have spend more time with my work friends than my actual friends and family. So because of this amazing realization I decided to write some of them letters. (that they will probably never read)
Dear Jason,
I think you are one of the best managers that this store has had so far. I think you will be able to accomplish great things because you've only been with this store for a month now and you really have been making it better.
Dear all the new people that have been recently hired,
hi. My name is Megan and that is all you need to know about me. This is how it works with me, I ask the questions you answer them, stay out of my way, and actually work and we'll be able to get along (or just barely stand each other just fine).
Dear Allie,
I'm sorry I'm too sarcastic and rude most of the time. I'm glad that I work with you a lot...because I'm pretty sure (especially this last week) I wouldn't still be sane trying to work with all the new people. I really enjoy doing the whole thing with you about coming up with a different word every day I work with you to describe how you are that day. I look forward to it every time I work with you. (yes, that is one of the lamest things I could ever admit to looking forward to, a word of the day, but whatever, sue me.) Thanks for being so amusing and smart.
Dear Chandler,
Man, you really freak me out. You are so strange and annoying. No, I'm not going to say please. Just freaking get out of my way. If you won't do it that's fine I'll do it myself.
Dear Bailey,
I know most of the time you are just joking and messing around but some of the rude remarks you make really put me down. It's really annoying that you and Kayla are in a relationship (why do you have to try and make everything you do a freaking soap opera). Yes, you do have a girl's name. I really don't see why you trust me with telling me your whole life story, but whatever. I'm kind of hoping you get fired. I would say it's nothing personal but we would both know that would be a lie. (I'm so glad you were fired.)
Dear Kayla,
First off, no, your evil masterminded plan will never work, you can't make me tell you where I'm going to college. It's a secret (from you and everyone else). I would really appreciate it if you got your head out of the love life clouds at least while you are at work. You used to be the fastest sandwich maker we had (after yessi, of course). But now I don't know what happened to you. You can barely function and do your job. And just to tell you, great job on getting a 27 on the ACT. anyways, good luck with the rest of your life.
Dear Rachel,
I'm sorry you feel like you have to worry about me all the time. I'm sorry I make your life so difficult. I'm sorry. But you really don't know how much of a difference you make in my life. All the time. I love working with you.
Dear Jessica,
I really do like you and I don't hate you. You are so fun and amusing to work with and you always seem to be able to cheer me up even when I don't want to be cheered up. You are so amazing, and happy all the time. I'm sorry I make you stop singing, when really it's very good. I'm sorry you always see me in the worst of moods because I'm at work. I'm sorry about that.
Dear Aspen,
Shut up.
Dear Chelsea,
I'm glad you came back from Arizona. You are one of the few people that actually work while they are at work (which seems to be such a strange concept for some people to comprehend). And you are very good at it too. I like how you never stop talking, yes, sometimes it's really annoying but I really do like to hear about your life and everything that you do. And yes the way you describe your next tattoo does make it sound lame.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Dear Jason,
I think you are one of the best managers that this store has had so far. I think you will be able to accomplish great things because you've only been with this store for a month now and you really have been making it better.
Dear all the new people that have been recently hired,
hi. My name is Megan and that is all you need to know about me. This is how it works with me, I ask the questions you answer them, stay out of my way, and actually work and we'll be able to get along (or just barely stand each other just fine).
Dear Allie,
I'm sorry I'm too sarcastic and rude most of the time. I'm glad that I work with you a lot...because I'm pretty sure (especially this last week) I wouldn't still be sane trying to work with all the new people. I really enjoy doing the whole thing with you about coming up with a different word every day I work with you to describe how you are that day. I look forward to it every time I work with you. (yes, that is one of the lamest things I could ever admit to looking forward to, a word of the day, but whatever, sue me.) Thanks for being so amusing and smart.
Dear Chandler,
Man, you really freak me out. You are so strange and annoying. No, I'm not going to say please. Just freaking get out of my way. If you won't do it that's fine I'll do it myself.
Dear Bailey,
I know most of the time you are just joking and messing around but some of the rude remarks you make really put me down. It's really annoying that you and Kayla are in a relationship (why do you have to try and make everything you do a freaking soap opera). Yes, you do have a girl's name. I really don't see why you trust me with telling me your whole life story, but whatever. I'm kind of hoping you get fired. I would say it's nothing personal but we would both know that would be a lie. (I'm so glad you were fired.)
Dear Kayla,
First off, no, your evil masterminded plan will never work, you can't make me tell you where I'm going to college. It's a secret (from you and everyone else). I would really appreciate it if you got your head out of the love life clouds at least while you are at work. You used to be the fastest sandwich maker we had (after yessi, of course). But now I don't know what happened to you. You can barely function and do your job. And just to tell you, great job on getting a 27 on the ACT. anyways, good luck with the rest of your life.
Dear Rachel,
I'm sorry you feel like you have to worry about me all the time. I'm sorry I make your life so difficult. I'm sorry. But you really don't know how much of a difference you make in my life. All the time. I love working with you.
Dear Jessica,
I really do like you and I don't hate you. You are so fun and amusing to work with and you always seem to be able to cheer me up even when I don't want to be cheered up. You are so amazing, and happy all the time. I'm sorry I make you stop singing, when really it's very good. I'm sorry you always see me in the worst of moods because I'm at work. I'm sorry about that.
Dear Aspen,
Shut up.
Dear Chelsea,
I'm glad you came back from Arizona. You are one of the few people that actually work while they are at work (which seems to be such a strange concept for some people to comprehend). And you are very good at it too. I like how you never stop talking, yes, sometimes it's really annoying but I really do like to hear about your life and everything that you do. And yes the way you describe your next tattoo does make it sound lame.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Friday, June 6, 2014
A letter to the dead
Buddy, Why did you have to go and leave me here.
Alone.
I know it wasn't your choice but I'm still slightly offended.
I've always heard that the good die young and I was too young for you to die.
I'm never going to have a better friend than you ever were.
I always thought that I'd just go to college and you'd come with me, but I guess that won't be able to happen.
You were always happy, no matter what I did or didn't do.
And now you are 6 feet under the ground and I can't even seem to find the sun.
You always loved to just sit in the sun and laze around, and now most of the time I stay inside to try and stop thinking about you.
Everybody says they understand, but nobody does. You were my best friend since age 2 when I hurt you and you didn't even care. (I mean, I'm sure you did, but you didn't retaliate or show it in any way.)
You were my go-to friend when I was having a rough day, I would pick you up and we would just sit together and listen to some music or talk. But I did most of the talking. You were more of a quiet, listening type. Which is what I needed and still need.
You never complained about how I sleep too much or listen to my music too loud, because you understood.
You have always been the one there to comfort me.
You always knew what to do, in every situation that you were in.
I guess that's why my family and I joked around that you were 'the old man'.
I don't want a new friend, I want you.
It was just slightly ironic (at least I find it ironic) that you died the day before Memorial Day.
I keep expecting to see you around whenever I need you, but you aren't.
It's been almost two weeks since you died and I can't seem to get my mind off of you and how I wish you were still here.
So I guess you could call this a letter to you (the dead).
I want you back. I'm willing to bargain with what I have.
please.... . . .. .
Alone.
I know it wasn't your choice but I'm still slightly offended.
I've always heard that the good die young and I was too young for you to die.
I'm never going to have a better friend than you ever were.
I always thought that I'd just go to college and you'd come with me, but I guess that won't be able to happen.
You were always happy, no matter what I did or didn't do.
And now you are 6 feet under the ground and I can't even seem to find the sun.
You always loved to just sit in the sun and laze around, and now most of the time I stay inside to try and stop thinking about you.
Everybody says they understand, but nobody does. You were my best friend since age 2 when I hurt you and you didn't even care. (I mean, I'm sure you did, but you didn't retaliate or show it in any way.)
You were my go-to friend when I was having a rough day, I would pick you up and we would just sit together and listen to some music or talk. But I did most of the talking. You were more of a quiet, listening type. Which is what I needed and still need.
You never complained about how I sleep too much or listen to my music too loud, because you understood.
You have always been the one there to comfort me.
You always knew what to do, in every situation that you were in.
I guess that's why my family and I joked around that you were 'the old man'.
I don't want a new friend, I want you.
It was just slightly ironic (at least I find it ironic) that you died the day before Memorial Day.
I keep expecting to see you around whenever I need you, but you aren't.
It's been almost two weeks since you died and I can't seem to get my mind off of you and how I wish you were still here.
So I guess you could call this a letter to you (the dead).
I want you back. I'm willing to bargain with what I have.
please.... . . .. .
Thursday, May 29, 2014
untitled/this doesn't make any sense
This is the piece that I wrote and performed for the open mic final...I'm pretty sure if you didn't hear it this won't make any sense...and it's slightly different than what I actually said because I get really excited and say random stuff when I am up in front of people...yep...
Okay let's start this with a joke because everybody likes jokes... at least I do...
What sits at the bottom of the ocean and shakes?
A nervous wreck.
That would be me....
Here's another one.
If everything is coming your way fast.
You're in the wrong lane.
This doesn't make any sense at all.
Rambling is my favorite language.
I hate public speaking.
I bite and pick at my lips and nails when I'm nervous.
And I'm not going to lie. You guys make me nervous. So freaking nervous.
I know this doesn't matter at all, but to me, it does.
I'm naturally an awkward person. ..
.... so. ..I hope this isn't really bad...
Randomness:
I've only seen frozen once and I knew that may may surprise a lot of you, but according to me, it wasn't all the rage that everybody has been freaking out about, it was okay.
Did you know that my hair takes 6 minutes to blow dry.
Probably because there it's nothing there...
My mom thinks I'm anemic.
No mom, I'm just white and pale!
You just don't understand.
I'm sick of saying fine when people ask me how I am.
I stayed up way too late writing this and it doesn't make any sense so just ignore my ramblings, because that's all this is. It's not poetry and it's definitely not poetic.
Chocolate is the answer who cares what the question is.
I'm terrified. I don't want to move on.
You know that saying "take life with a grain of salt" no!! I do what the freak I want I'd prefer to take life with a bowl of ice cream. Fact: you see better when you are scared. By the end of this rambling I'm probably going to be able to start seeing through things.
I'm not good at advice, can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?
They took my coloring book away and replaced it with a scantron.
What I really want to know is what I would say or spill my secrets when getting my wisdom teeth out.
Too bad I don't have any.
Curses.
AHHHHH (loud scream)
I like screaming.
My sneeze is too loud for normal human interactions.
Here let me demonstrate. ..... wait. ... nope.... not going to happen.
I hate it when people stop talking in the middle of their........
...
thank you.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Okay let's start this with a joke because everybody likes jokes... at least I do...
What sits at the bottom of the ocean and shakes?
A nervous wreck.
That would be me....
Here's another one.
If everything is coming your way fast.
You're in the wrong lane.
This doesn't make any sense at all.
Rambling is my favorite language.
I hate public speaking.
I bite and pick at my lips and nails when I'm nervous.
And I'm not going to lie. You guys make me nervous. So freaking nervous.
I know this doesn't matter at all, but to me, it does.
I'm naturally an awkward person. ..
.... so. ..I hope this isn't really bad...
Randomness:
I've only seen frozen once and I knew that may may surprise a lot of you, but according to me, it wasn't all the rage that everybody has been freaking out about, it was okay.
Did you know that my hair takes 6 minutes to blow dry.
Probably because there it's nothing there...
My mom thinks I'm anemic.
No mom, I'm just white and pale!
You just don't understand.
I'm sick of saying fine when people ask me how I am.
I stayed up way too late writing this and it doesn't make any sense so just ignore my ramblings, because that's all this is. It's not poetry and it's definitely not poetic.
Chocolate is the answer who cares what the question is.
I'm terrified. I don't want to move on.
You know that saying "take life with a grain of salt" no!! I do what the freak I want I'd prefer to take life with a bowl of ice cream. Fact: you see better when you are scared. By the end of this rambling I'm probably going to be able to start seeing through things.
I'm not good at advice, can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?
They took my coloring book away and replaced it with a scantron.
What I really want to know is what I would say or spill my secrets when getting my wisdom teeth out.
Too bad I don't have any.
Curses.
AHHHHH (loud scream)
I like screaming.
My sneeze is too loud for normal human interactions.
Here let me demonstrate. ..... wait. ... nope.... not going to happen.
I hate it when people stop talking in the middle of their........
...
thank you.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Friday, May 23, 2014
if you really knew me...real talk...
Hi my name is Megan Erickson. (the senior)
I strongly dislike the Junior Megan Erickson that stole my name, I mean, it was my name first!!
I really don't enjoy how my friend calls me 'Meggie'.
I wish I had a different name.
I hate getting called down to the office to find out that it's for the other Megan Erickson.
I hate how in the yearbook under my name (Megan Erickson) is her name, and next to my name is numbers which are pages with pictures of her. (I mean really yearbook editors, does it really take that much effort to figure out who these people are and actually get the right names?)
You'd know that I've had classes with most of you people, and yes I do remember your faces.
I'm extremely bad at swallowing pills, just the thought of those gives me anxiety (which is really bad when I'm sick like now....so..yeah..)
You'd know that I hate to watch or listen to my voice on film or movies. (it's really ironic considering I took TV video productions)
you'd know that I once went a whole month by the name of Magellan.
you'd know that if I could've figured out a way to kill myself that abides to all my conditions I would've been dead as soon as I got the chance (last October).
I am 5 foot 9 or 10 but I'm still invisible to everyone at this school.
The only thing I wanted to be was taller than my mom, now that I am, I don't know what I want to be anymore.
You'd know that I hate seeing pictures of myself.
My zodiac sign is Aires as if that is supposed to predict my personality in some way.
I have been alive 6,625 days and 225 full moons. (up to date posted).
You'd know how I hate myself for everything that I have done (because I haven't made a difference or helped anyone)
I'm the year of the rat and my element is fire.
you'd know that this class has changed me.
You'd know that I make baby T-Rex noises when I'm stretching (yep, I'm a strange goose alright..)
The song that was popular the day I was born is: because you loved me by Celine Dion.
You'd know that I hate everything that I make. It always looks really bad, I don't see what you people see at all.
I'm not creative at all. I just steal from everybody.
you'd know that I haven't told anyone about my deepest regret (not even my best friend).
You'd know that secrets are crushing me.
I'm really nervous and terrified about graduating and also really relieved.
I'm don't even have a clue about what I'm going to write or speak for the open mic final.
I hate my handwriting. (it's not creative or original it looks like a 2nd grader's)
You'd know that I'm too much of a coward to actually open up my mouth and speak the truth.
I went out into my backyard today and just yelled and screamed at the top of my lungs. (I'm so glad that our neighbors don't judge us...)
You'd know that I'm sick and tired of one of my really close friends.
My favorite food is Lasagna and Funeral Potatoes (but not together of course).
you'd know that my hair is straight almost white blonde and ridiculously thin.
And that I hate how the front and the back hairs just like to stand straight up.
I've never died my hair.
If you really knew me, you'd know too much.
You'd know who I really am, and not who I pretend to be.
You'd know that I used to play sports and I enjoyed almost every minute of it. (except for some people, but I'll spare you the details.)
You'd know that I've never broken a bone or sprained anything.
You'd know that I'm slightly OCD but only with certain things.
You'd know that I hate talking about myself and you'd know the reason too.
You'd know about how I lie about hating everything and everyone.
You'd know how fascinated I am with everyone and how original and amazing everyone is.
You'd know that I like the way bruises and cuts look on my skin.
You'd know that I'm not worth your time.
You'd know that I hate my job, but I love the people that I work with.
You'd know that everyone at work talks bad about some customers (mostly the rude ones)
You'd know where I'm going to college (and how ashamed and disappointed I am at myself)
You'd know that everybody can hear you when you come through the drive-thru and think you are so cool and laughing with your friends when really everybody just thinks you are obnoxious and most of the time people generally don't like you.
this is getting too long....time to end it...
I'm just going to call this enough formal introductions for now.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
I strongly dislike the Junior Megan Erickson that stole my name, I mean, it was my name first!!
I really don't enjoy how my friend calls me 'Meggie'.
I wish I had a different name.
I hate getting called down to the office to find out that it's for the other Megan Erickson.
I hate how in the yearbook under my name (Megan Erickson) is her name, and next to my name is numbers which are pages with pictures of her. (I mean really yearbook editors, does it really take that much effort to figure out who these people are and actually get the right names?)
You'd know that I've had classes with most of you people, and yes I do remember your faces.
I'm extremely bad at swallowing pills, just the thought of those gives me anxiety (which is really bad when I'm sick like now....so..yeah..)
You'd know that I hate to watch or listen to my voice on film or movies. (it's really ironic considering I took TV video productions)
you'd know that I once went a whole month by the name of Magellan.
you'd know that if I could've figured out a way to kill myself that abides to all my conditions I would've been dead as soon as I got the chance (last October).
I am 5 foot 9 or 10 but I'm still invisible to everyone at this school.
The only thing I wanted to be was taller than my mom, now that I am, I don't know what I want to be anymore.
You'd know that I hate seeing pictures of myself.
My zodiac sign is Aires as if that is supposed to predict my personality in some way.
I have been alive 6,625 days and 225 full moons. (up to date posted).
You'd know how I hate myself for everything that I have done (because I haven't made a difference or helped anyone)
I'm the year of the rat and my element is fire.
you'd know that this class has changed me.
You'd know that I make baby T-Rex noises when I'm stretching (yep, I'm a strange goose alright..)
The song that was popular the day I was born is: because you loved me by Celine Dion.
You'd know that I hate everything that I make. It always looks really bad, I don't see what you people see at all.
I'm not creative at all. I just steal from everybody.
you'd know that I haven't told anyone about my deepest regret (not even my best friend).
You'd know that secrets are crushing me.
I'm really nervous and terrified about graduating and also really relieved.
I'm don't even have a clue about what I'm going to write or speak for the open mic final.
I hate my handwriting. (it's not creative or original it looks like a 2nd grader's)
You'd know that I'm too much of a coward to actually open up my mouth and speak the truth.
I went out into my backyard today and just yelled and screamed at the top of my lungs. (I'm so glad that our neighbors don't judge us...)
You'd know that I'm sick and tired of one of my really close friends.
My favorite food is Lasagna and Funeral Potatoes (but not together of course).
you'd know that my hair is straight almost white blonde and ridiculously thin.
And that I hate how the front and the back hairs just like to stand straight up.
I've never died my hair.
If you really knew me, you'd know too much.
You'd know who I really am, and not who I pretend to be.
You'd know that I used to play sports and I enjoyed almost every minute of it. (except for some people, but I'll spare you the details.)
You'd know that I've never broken a bone or sprained anything.
You'd know that I'm slightly OCD but only with certain things.
You'd know that I hate talking about myself and you'd know the reason too.
You'd know about how I lie about hating everything and everyone.
You'd know how fascinated I am with everyone and how original and amazing everyone is.
You'd know that I like the way bruises and cuts look on my skin.
You'd know that I'm not worth your time.
You'd know that I hate my job, but I love the people that I work with.
You'd know that everyone at work talks bad about some customers (mostly the rude ones)
You'd know where I'm going to college (and how ashamed and disappointed I am at myself)
You'd know that everybody can hear you when you come through the drive-thru and think you are so cool and laughing with your friends when really everybody just thinks you are obnoxious and most of the time people generally don't like you.
this is getting too long....time to end it...
I'm just going to call this enough formal introductions for now.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
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