Here are the 6, 12 and 25 word memoirs for the semester!
I was small. In a way, I feel like I still am.
After all is said and done, I wonder if I am too.
Have I gotten closure? I would say things are still pretty open-ended.
No, we aren't really a serious couple. We joke all the time.
I was once called a "beautiful young woman" by an LDS apostle.
If words are legs I'm centipede.
I'm loyal to a fault and I like to think that's good.
Must be some kind of way out of here said the joker.
All the world is a stage, and I am Mercutio no more.
I'm defined between Saturday and Sunday.
Everything will be better by morning.
Marbles, lizards, star wars and migraines.
And tomorrow will be even stronger.
Perspective, serendipity, discipline and...it's whatever.
Victory wears a lonely red scarf.
And yet I'm still here, right where the rubber meets the road.
Between the philosophical quandaries on man's perplexities and his existence and purpose of self, I am left with only one serious question: "What's for dinner?"
Head hurts, heart full, still going
I sing for my team and dance for my girl. That's it.
Ever see “that guy?” That's me.
My dad used to say “Sam, don't do drugs. But if you are going to do drugs, don't do meth.” I've lived by that advice.
I have no problem with lying. It's the consequences that get me.
I should probably just shut up
I was once told I look like Joaquin Phoenix in Gladiator. Sucks.
I don't know what I'm feeling