My girlfriend Sarah requested that I write this prompt about my perfect romantic date describing the scene, setting, and person – she said the “person” better be her … and of course, it is. I was just asking if this was fictional or something that we could actually do.
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*Create ten all-new funny scratch and sniff stickers. Describe the image and smell. 8/400* (more…)
Yesterday I went to the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse again for the second time, and as always, it was awesome!
*Create three original screen names and passwords that the Easter Bunny may use when logging in to check his e-mail. 7/400*
*Write ten original thoughts that will be stuffed inside fortune cookies for perfect strangers to read. 6/400*
*Name one thing you wish your cell phone did for you that it currently does not. 5/400*
I am currently rocking the popular ZTE Grand X 3, you know … the one that everyone has, and if they don’t have it, they’re jealous of those who do.
The reason for my chosen title is that I’m the type of guy who focuses on my work and will not stop until I get to where I want to go. I am very passionate about the work I do, and you could say I love doing it too. I do take breaks, and I know when to stop, but ultimately, what I do drives me, and I don’t want to stop!
I don’t really consider that I’m giving up on anything since I’m doing exactly what I want. I mean, I turn 21 on May 25, I AM STILL YOUNG. I have a good 70 – 80 years left, and I’m feeling better than ever!
The first verse would be:
The love of the chase
keeps me going …
going for the race
Always moving, always.
Young people passing by,
wondering, waiting, thinking
of the one who will complete them.
You may wait, but …
Ain’t no time for that yet.
The song would be set in the ’70s or ’80s and would have a funk-pop sound to it. I think it would be cool pretty cool. I like that type of music … when it’s good.
So, there it is. My love life. Ain’t No Time … Yet.
*If you fell down a rabbit hole, what do you think you’d find? 2/400*
If I fell down a rabbit hole, I wouldn’t expect some Alice in Wonderland type LSD crap. It would be dark, but not scary dark. Dark enough where I could see a light, but it would be at a distance. Always … at a distance.
I would walk to this light, but it would never get closer, but I would know that it’s always there. That inner hope of what if or what could be something brilliant (*side note: I don’t use the word “brilliant” enough, so there).
There would be no one else with me but myself. No one I’d find on my travels. No one I must talk to. No door to pass. It’s just me and my inner thoughts. I wouldn’t become mad, just alone but as long as the light is there … I’d be fine. Content. Calm. Hopeful.
It would be a challenge, but I would keep walking no matter what because down there it’s almost as time froze, but I’d keep moving. One has to keep moving. Where else would I go? What good would be complaining about my predicament? If I’m at the bottom of the bottom, the only place I could go is up … forward. To the light.
Somehow I knew I’d be fine, and so the light never went out.
Dylan Lepore 