It's such a simple sentence. It almost comes across as a question, a request.
There are good story-tellers and bad experience-sharers in life.
For example:
Great -- "Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a little girl named Snow White... (-a while later-) and they lived happily ever after!"
Good -- "One time, my mom and I were swimming... (-10 minutes later-) and then she just punched the shark! Like right then and there! In the face! It was pretty cash."
Bad -- "Well, I woke up this morning and... (-5 minutes later-) then I got to school... (-5 more minutes later-) and then I wore my favorite scarf that my mom got me... (-3 and a half periods later-) and then I saw Mel. And she looked AMAZING. I think I'm going to marry her. Or Victoria... then again, I've ALWAYS had a thing for Emily. My life is just sooo much harder than everyone else's. Why does no one love me? Waaaah."
Terrible -- "Did I ever tell you about that one time when I told a story about telling a story?" ...What?
Offensive -- "Okay, FINE. I'll tell you a story. ... Once upon a time, there was an... Asian giraffe named Becky. She lived in the land of Ding Dong. Annnnddd..." "No."
So,
I'm tired of blogging about useless things that are going on PRESENTLY, so I've decided to tell YOU a story.
How this will end depends on how I feel as I finish eating my ice cream. Oh, shut up. You're just jealous that I get to sit here and wallow in self-pity. ...Actually, I'm just rather bored is all.
Have I ever told you about the time Kelsey turned into an angora rabbit?
Or the time I gave birth to myself?
Oh, yeah. Probably not. Because that NEVER HAPPENED. That's the beauty of story-telling. Not all stories are real. Especially the ones that are written on bathroom stalls.
Like, "i cant bleive dat u call her fatt. we all kno it wuz u who started that shet so quite gettin all up in my grill gurl." or something to that effect. I mean, come on. Girl, please. We all know that Shajaneshiequiasandra was the one spreading rumors about herself. (Try to pronounce that, I dare you.)
Anyways, this is the story. Of a girl. Named Hecky Ban. What an original name.
Wow, she looks disgusting.
Random sidetrack... I went to Facebook to get this photo, and I didn't notice this in the comments until today. Kelsey, can you please explain to me what this means?
I'm not really sure.
Anyways, this girl... you know what, no. I'm not going to sit here and write a story. If you want to hear one, come find me. Or read a random story and replace the character's name with mine.
Might I suggest this one?
Or this one:
Either way, I'm too lazy to type out a story. So go ahead. Make up a story. Better yet, live everyday to the fullest and write YOUR own story. You decide what happens with your life. You're not happy? Fine. Then do something about it. Change it. Don't just watch everything pass by you -- then wish that it had happened differently. At the same time, don't live in the past. Once it's written, it can't be undone. BUT, that doesn't mean that the entire story has to end that way. Each mistake is a chapter, not an ending. Until you're satisfied, don't ever close your book. The possibilities are endless. Numerous blank pages await you. Don't end your story just yet. Live TODAY. Change TODAY as it's happening. Don't expect tomorrow to fix today. Don't let yesterday ruin today. Okay, I'm done now.
Lastly, I want to take the time to wish Emily Ann Arnold a happy 18th birthday. Here's a picture of her:
You think she looks good in this picture? You should see her smile. You haven't seen anything yet.
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