Comments on: When I grow up http://www.hezabelle.ca/2009/11/13/when-i-grow-up/ I am flawed if I'm not free Wed, 08 Feb 2012 04:29:55 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: Faebala http://www.hezabelle.ca/2009/11/13/when-i-grow-up/comment-page-1/#comment-1193 Faebala Sat, 14 Nov 2009 00:36:31 +0000 http://www.hezabelle.ca/?p=912#comment-1193 P.S. I still stand for the fact that we should've been friends as kids, because I also used to do all of the above (except I was also digging up artifacts in my parents backyard), especially the part where I was writing songs in my head and sometimes out loud. I Stopped doing it out loud when I somehow forgot bathroom walls aren't sound proof, and I was singing about "my life" to the bathroom mirror around age 6 - and my siblings were outside, snickering. And made fun of me to no end. :P So I stopped singing my own songs out loud after that. P.S. I still stand for the fact that we should’ve been friends as kids, because I also used to do all of the above (except I was also digging up artifacts in my parents backyard), especially the part where I was writing songs in my head and sometimes out loud. I Stopped doing it out loud when I somehow forgot bathroom walls aren’t sound proof, and I was singing about “my life” to the bathroom mirror around age 6 - and my siblings were outside, snickering. And made fun of me to no end. :P So I stopped singing my own songs out loud after that.

]]> By: Faebala http://www.hezabelle.ca/2009/11/13/when-i-grow-up/comment-page-1/#comment-1192 Faebala Sat, 14 Nov 2009 00:34:35 +0000 http://www.hezabelle.ca/?p=912#comment-1192 Maybe we can go together for Creative Writing, once you finish up this program and I eventually get through school for Illustration, hopefully. Maybe we can go together for Creative Writing, once you finish up this program and I eventually get through school for Illustration, hopefully.

]]> By: Eleni http://www.hezabelle.ca/2009/11/13/when-i-grow-up/comment-page-1/#comment-1191 Eleni Fri, 13 Nov 2009 22:49:44 +0000 http://www.hezabelle.ca/?p=912#comment-1191 I had some Barbies growing up, but I really didn't need them because anything--a jump-rope, a feather fan, a "finger crocheted" bit of pink yard--could become the fantastical players in my imagined little world. I was always best at science and math, rather than writing. Writing is fun, but it just never came out as well for me as I wanted it to, both in ideas and the sound of the words. Writing was always my older brother's talent, one that I envied him for. Now he's in L.A. trying to get a job writing for T.V. It's a tough market, but at least he's sure it's what he wants to do. I'm not sure I could say the same thing about myself. I had some Barbies growing up, but I really didn’t need them because anything–a jump-rope, a feather fan, a “finger crocheted” bit of pink yard–could become the fantastical players in my imagined little world.

I was always best at science and math, rather than writing. Writing is fun, but it just never came out as well for me as I wanted it to, both in ideas and the sound of the words. Writing was always my older brother’s talent, one that I envied him for. Now he’s in L.A. trying to get a job writing for T.V. It’s a tough market, but at least he’s sure it’s what he wants to do. I’m not sure I could say the same thing about myself.

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