Stream of Consciousness...

Book: The Missing
Author: Chris Mooney

A quotation from the novel that caught my attention:

"How did you become interesting? Was it something you were born with, like your hair colour or your height? Or did God decide for you? Maybe God chose who was interesting and who wasn't, and you just had to learn to live with whatever you were handed."

My continuation & spontaneous writing:

It is said that everyone is special in their own way. Well, I could simply agree and continue, however the word "everyone" lingers in my mind. No, not everyone is "special" in their own way, some are just the same, labelled as being bland and could be easily duplicated and placed in this world. You think I'm being too harsh? Well, don't you ever come across a person where the most in depth conversation you could ever have with them is "what homework do we have?". Or what about that person who rambles on and on about how (extremely boring) their day went? Yeah, I'm sure you've met one of those characters in your life, don't deny it.
Our life experiences make us who we are, without them we are bland, hence, un-interesting. With experience comes wisdom, which in turn makes us captivating. Our knowledge is a reward for our trials and tribulations which shape us into becoming interesting individuals.
I always wonder and wish I hadn't experienced such difficult moments in my life, but then I'd just be part of that "un-interesting" group I have previously mentioned. What history or advice can I give to a friend if I had never experienced sadness? Nothing. So If you ever feel blue, just remember what you're going through makes you an individual of character in the future. And if convincing yourself doesn't work, well, go skydiving or what have you, there's a story to share with the grandchildren.

The End.

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The Unforgettable Dream

Graduation from high school was gratifying, yet the anticipation of starting university was overpowering me. I clenched my fists trying to supress my nervous emotions. Could I survive this new terrifying experience? I was about to find out.
September came, and before I knew it I was a shmen entering the scary place called university.
I proceeded to the admissions office where I was given my timetable along with a paper that included my dorm room number with all the rules and regulations. The dorm hallway was surpringly dark, with brick-style walls that were painted white. I gulped, closed my eyes for a second, then made my way to dorm room 333. As I entered the room, this mang came out of nowhere (weren't rooms supposed to be seperated according to sex? I wondered).
"She" began to look at me in this awkward manner. "What are you looking at?" she said. "Umm.. I'm your roomate, I suppose." I quickly blurted out. I began to look around the room. I had noticed that her side of the room included a mad number of obsene posters on the wall that made me feel sick to my stomach. I began to divert my attention to her. Her neck and body was completely covered in paint that finding an inch of her bare skin was my mission at the moment. She noticed my observations and flinched. The anger was evident in her eyes, and I knew at that moment she had the strength to salvage a human being.
I suddenly turned around to leave, but she quickly grabbed my arm so tightly I knew there was no way out.

Accent and Current Slang

Eh? Uncle Jimmy Said he'd fix the roooooftop! He never did eh, can you believe it?. He's so toast the next time I see him!

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